Blaze has time to hear the words behind her. She doesn't have time to understand. To turn and question. To know what's in Natasha's eyes the moment she fires.
The shot punches through her metal skull. There's a spray of something chemical, lighter and less strong-smelling than ether. But mostly there's a crackle and hiss of burning circuits. The Titan crumples into the snow, her broken helm tumbling from her hands, all her strength and power shutting down in an instant. Like any mortal.
But unlike a mortal, something stirs within a moment: a small flash of light as Ghost appears, rises from above his Guardian with a wary optic on Natasha.
"Agent... Natasha? What are you doing?"
She's their friend. They should trust her. And yet...
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The shot punches through her metal skull. There's a spray of something chemical, lighter and less strong-smelling than ether. But mostly there's a crackle and hiss of burning circuits. The Titan crumples into the snow, her broken helm tumbling from her hands, all her strength and power shutting down in an instant. Like any mortal.
But unlike a mortal, something stirs within a moment: a small flash of light as Ghost appears, rises from above his Guardian with a wary optic on Natasha.
"Agent... Natasha? What are you doing?"She's their friend. They should trust her. And yet...
He doesn't understand. And that worries him.