Stark Differences (g/t)

Prologue

London tore off her cowl, throwing it to the ground.

"Rhea, the press is right outside. I'd suggest keeping your mask on until—"

"I'd suggest getting me a bottle of Vodka in the next five minutes if you value your job," London threatened, cutting the assistant short.

The woman gaped with wide eyes, nodding silently before quickly exiting the lobby. London siged, clutching the bridge of her nose with fatigue. She collected the cowl off the carpeted floor, but didn't place it back over her head as it was still covered in ashes from her fight earlier. The Agency didn't recommend taking off your cowl until you reached your room, but London was just so done. And besides, the press may have been just outside, but the Agency building had tinted windows for a reason.

She stormed away from the entrance and towards the elevator, other assistants evading her like fish swimmig from a shark. London entered the elevator, but not before hitting her head on the ceiling.

"Gah! Son of a..." she hissed as she shrank back down to her regular five foot seven height.

She pressed the button leading to the 30th floor and leaned agaisnt the wall. Though London hadn't told anyone yet, her sizeshifting had become more eratic lately. Often times she wasn't even conscious about the shift until something made her aware of it (like hitting her head on the elevator ceilling). Growing more while she was angry and... shrinking whille distressed. She especially didn't tell anyone about this. The media would eat it up. Oh she could think of the headlines now: 'Famous hero Rhea, from giant succes, to pathetic little nobody' .

The elevator dinged and London made a quick escape, heading straight for her penthouse so she could finally have a shower after the long day. The assistant from earlier was already waiting by the door, an expensive bottle of Grey Goose in hand. London swiftly collected the bottle, waving the woman off. She had barely entered the penthouse before taking a large swig. She let herself into the restroom, standing in front of the mirror.

"How could you let them go?" she scolded herself, glaring at her own reflection, noting the ash marks all over her dark face. "You were a hundred times their height, but you were still too weak to do anything..." she took another sip, replaying the fight in her head.

London had stopped a particularly violent bank robbery earlier at the hands of Queensbury's most notorious villains: Jupiter and Vulcan. Vulcan was arrogant and hot headed, ironic considering he had a set of fire type abilities, hence the ash that stained her face and costume. He wasn't all that scary on his own, however. It was only when paired up with Jupiter, that he truly became a menace. Jupiter in particular terrified London. She had seen him kill hundreds of people with his ice abilities. From hypothermia, to impalement from monstrous icicles, he's never been short of creative icy death traps.

She's fought them again and again, but they still managed to get away. The media had even dubbed them as her 'arch nemesis's', a notion that made London curl in disgust. But for some reason this particular stunt really pushed her buttons. Usually the pair went for more dramatic and over the top stunts, such as plane high jacks and mass hostage situations. There at least London had some kind of an excuse for not catching them. But a simple bank robbery? No that wouldn't do.

And on top of that, she had made herself seventy feet tall. She was supposed to be stronger than both of them combined at that height! She even held Vulcan in her fist for a short while, but she didn't take into consideration how powerful his fire could be. He made himself too hot, and she was forced to let go. After that he had backed her into a corner, or rather a crowded street where she couldn't move, lest she risked the lives of the tiny people bellow. She hated how smart that had been.