Did he just... point a finger at her and tell her to stay put? She spares a full three seconds to gape at him once he's turned away, then immediately shakes herself and puts the entire encounter out of her mind. With no idea who that guy was other than someone who clearly knows how to handle these things, she doesn't give a damn that he wants her to stick around for a chat. There are people to save, aliens to take down, and a city to keep from crumbling — whatever bone he's got to pick with her can damn well wait.
So she gets to work. Any of the creatures she can reach on the ground are beaten down (though she takes a bit of a beating herself in the process), and she does everything she can to get any straggling civilians to safety. Basements and subway tunnels seem the safest spots, and she stops to confer with a cluster of police officers about making sure any trains still able to run were being used to evacuate the civilians to other parts of the city. Time was of the essence when they could lose power in the underground stations at any time.
During the chaos, she can't help but notice that the guy from earlier didn't seem to be alone. A flying man in a bright red cape, a big green guy she remembered hearing about a few years ago, even Iron Man was out there. The only ones missing were the X-Men, but she doesn't have time to get hold of Scott and make sure someone is on the way. The battle hasn't even been going on very long, they might not make it in time before—
They stop. All of them, every alien and flying creature just falls down like their strings have been cut and suddenly it's all over. A million people stop with them and try to cope with what happens, emergency services doing their best to get everyone away from the rubble, somewhere safe to deal with injuries and contact loved ones. She waves away any attempts at getting her to go as well, ignoring that her once-black suit is now grey with dust and grime, that there's a rip in her pant leg from a cut that's causing her to limp slightly. Her adrenaline is still running high and she's focused on doing all she can to help; it's just who she is.
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So she gets to work. Any of the creatures she can reach on the ground are beaten down (though she takes a bit of a beating herself in the process), and she does everything she can to get any straggling civilians to safety. Basements and subway tunnels seem the safest spots, and she stops to confer with a cluster of police officers about making sure any trains still able to run were being used to evacuate the civilians to other parts of the city. Time was of the essence when they could lose power in the underground stations at any time.
During the chaos, she can't help but notice that the guy from earlier didn't seem to be alone. A flying man in a bright red cape, a big green guy she remembered hearing about a few years ago, even Iron Man was out there. The only ones missing were the X-Men, but she doesn't have time to get hold of Scott and make sure someone is on the way. The battle hasn't even been going on very long, they might not make it in time before—
They stop. All of them, every alien and flying creature just falls down like their strings have been cut and suddenly it's all over. A million people stop with them and try to cope with what happens, emergency services doing their best to get everyone away from the rubble, somewhere safe to deal with injuries and contact loved ones. She waves away any attempts at getting her to go as well, ignoring that her once-black suit is now grey with dust and grime, that there's a rip in her pant leg from a cut that's causing her to limp slightly. Her adrenaline is still running high and she's focused on doing all she can to help; it's just who she is.