It's a Slow Fire of Sorts: Part I

Calm and Controlled

Brunnhilde is swinging her fist into Blondie's jaw before she can really think about what she's doing.

In hindsight, probably not the best idea, since Blondie apparently has magical powers and Brunnhilde is all kinds of 'not sober,' but it happens. The fist goes flying, skin smashes into skin, and both Blondie and Brunnhilde are crashing to the floor before another word is said. Then- because she's already down there, anyway- Brunnhilde starts wailing on her; everything in her peripheral vision fading away into browns and whites. Blondie tries to fight back. She blasts a couple 'fireballs' in Brunnhilde's general direction, but Brunnhilde shoves her fists away and slams her head to the floor.

They're doing this the old-fashioned way.

Blondie catches on quick; she kicks up into Brunnhilde's chest, smashing her heel into bruised ribs, and Brunnhilde responds by thrusting her fist into Blondie's eye-socket. Everything is a blur after that. Brunnhilde's body is on fire; Blondie's fingers tearing into her with no pattern or method. She punches her jaw, and then her face, then her arms...

The world is a mess of reds and blues and rage, until hands are ripping Brunnhilde back, forcing her off the ground.

She stumbles.

"ENOUGH!" the Kree leader yells. He thrusts his gun directly in her face.

She doesn't care. What's he gonna do- kill her? She's been waiting to die for about a thousand years. She'll welcome the end when it comes, but instead of murder, he's tossing her to the side. The whole room filters back in- loud and irritating. All it took was one punch and an angry scream and everyone and their mother decided that nine in the morning was a perfect time for a bar fight.

This is bad for business; but hey, good for Sal- who is probably escaping out the side door- and great for Brunnhilde... except maybe not- because the fight is distracting. Her hands are forced together before she can comprehend it, the cuffs sliding on quick and easy. She raises her arms- which are now encompassed in Kree technology- and groans.

Seriously?

"Vers," the leader says, pulling Blondie off the floor. "Get up."

"Yeah, mhmm... doing flarking amazing, thanks for asking, Yon-"

"Commander," he corrects. "And cool it-" because when Blondie comes up, she comes up fists blazing. Reds and yellows and whites lighting a fire in her palms.

"Control yourself. Calm your emotions... don't let them overtake you-"

Brunnhilde snorts. "What am I, a bad trip?" She elbows the blue lady in the arm and cackles when a gun is forced into her neck. "Is this some type of training exercise?" she goads. "See if your little foundling recruits can handle the real world?" and Blondie loses it.

She ignites: entire body gold and yellow.

Her eyes are heated, her hair is flying, and the world is suddenly blindingly bright, but as soon as the light show starts, a burning smell fills the air. Blondie cries out, hand flying to her neck with a slight wince and a whine. There's a crackle, a woosh, and the distinct sound of energy closing back up. Within seconds, the fireworks are gone.

Sad.

"Get the Asgardian out of here," the man hisses, quickly forcing Brunnhilde away. "Question her, barter with her- I don't care. She knows something about this Ryian convict, and you -" he points to Blondie, whose face is turning a beautiful shade of purple. She's still grumbling, rubbing her neck and cursing in Kree, but she stands at attention anyway.

"Go take a walk. Find out if anyone outside saw anything and keep your head on. Don't make me regret bringing you on this mission."

"Yes. Commander."