“Okay we need to end this quickly. We can do that one of two ways. We can try to take out every man with a gun here. Set ourselves up as enemy number one once this is all over. Cast every gifted person as something to be feared and hunted or….” She hesitates.

Rogue “O-Or what…?”

Marvel Girl levels a very serious gaze at all of them, noting Rogue‘s sudden fear. “Or we make sure She-Hulk stays down. If we show them we aren’t the enemy. That we are on their side. It might be enough.”

“Are we on their side?” Dazzler asks, wondering just how much more that ice wall can take before it fails them. Already cracks are showing from all the bullets digging into it.

“For now we are.” Marvel Girl admits.

“Wait.” Iceman breaks in. “Stays down? Did they put her down already?”

Marvel Girl winces as if something were jabbing at her. A hand lifting to her temple. “She’s down yes, but she’s not done. In fact, she’s very, very mad.”

With the chaos outside, Betty Ross has kept herself hidden with the bathtub of the bathroom, inside their motel room.  The curtain is drawn and amidst the gunfire and sounds of crashing, she cries to herself, fearing the worst.  She then hears a voice from within her motel room.

Invisible Woman “Betty?  Betty, are you here?”

Her body shaking, Betty slowly pulls the curtain back.  She looks up and sees a familiar friend and an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. accompanying her.  Invisible Woman rushes to her friend, who greets her tearfully with open arms.  Agent May turns her attention to what is happening outside.

Melinda “The two of you need to stay here for now, where it’s safe.”

Invisible Woman “Even with my invisibility?”

Melinda “If She-Hulk finds that you’re not here, she’ll mistake us for captors.”

Betty is growing to detest the name.  She feels her own bit of anger build up inside her as she addresses Agent May.

Betty “Her name!!!  …Is Jen!!!”

Her voice cracks as she yells, breaking down to a slump against her friend, Sue.  Between the two, both have shared in a nightmare of reality.  Susan Storm never had enough time to properly mourn the loss of Reed, Johnny, or Ben.  She never had enough time to deal with her own rage.  Her own grief.  Here now, she shares in that grief with her friend, devastated at the events, both recent and now outside.  Agent May pierces her eyes to keep focus, doing her best not to feel the same emotions of grief shared by the tearful friends behind her.