run the world [fem!larry]

ii.

PRESENT:

"You're not saying anything to justify your team's actions," the man cuts her off angrily, kicking at the rubble where the table once stood. "Get on with why you allowed for your team to act as reckless as they did."

"Somebody is getting impatient, isn't he?" Louis lilts, relaxing against the back of her chair and smiling proudly as he fumes.

"I have no qualms with using force in order to make you comply with our simple commands, Tomlinson."

Louis shrugs, letting her eyes wander around the dark room for a moment before trying to break free from her stupid handcuffs once again. Of course, her valiant try at being a hero doesn't work, and she's pretty sure that the only reason why it doesn't is because only the heroes that are all about saving puppies and not making shit explode just to create an -- admittedly kickass -- action scene is able to have the Epic Escape Moments That Are Perfect For Dramatic Montages with some hardcore heavy metal music that always coincidentally plays in the background (her shade is fully intended at a certain tin can, of course.)

The retched sound of a throat being dramatically cleared pulls her out of her reverie, and she feels a bit frightened when she realizes that the massive man is now standing on top of the warped metal of the former table and is staring Louis down over the bridge of his nose that has probably been broken at least twice in the past by the looks of it. If her legs weren't shackled to the ground, she could've easily used his position to give him a swift kneecap to the balls, but the woes of being incarcerated makes that feat completely impossible, too. The only thing that she can do without her powers or any way to use her limbs is to lament about how the struggle is incredibly real.

"You're quite pushy, you know," Louis tells him, humming disapprovingly under her breath. "And it's totally uncalled for, seeing as we are fucking innocent. If you all knew what was happening, then you would be interrogating the people that you're trying to help defend. I am starting to get quite sick of your bullshit, mate."

In one, blinding moment, the man's hand moves from where it was clenched at his waist to clutch around her neck, grasping at the tender flesh there hard enough until she feels her lungs constricting. Louis stares at him, eyes wild and mouth stupidly panting for air that she fully knows she won't be able to inhale, watching as the son of a bitch fucking smiles down at her sardonically. She struggles against the restraints, wrists and ankles bruising against the unyielding metal, until he finally lets go.

"Motherfucker," Louis bites through the ragged air that she pulls through her lips. "You're not playing fair."

"You of all people, Tomlinson, should be well-aware of the fact that this isn't some childish game. Lives were lost because of you all."

"Lives were saved," she yells, anger swelling in her chest. "Instead of there being two thousand casualties there were only two. Listen, Asshat -- is it okay if I call you Asshat?" The man opens his mouth to probably attempt to rip Louis a new arsehole, but she glares at him and raises her voice over his subsequent bitching. "-- anyways, Asshat. I have a feeling that if my team just so happened to be composed of only males, then this would've all been swept under the rug with the lighthearted notion that boys will be boys. But since we are all female, then obviously it's assumed that there was some idiotic, malicious intent that has to be investigated because surely girls can't sight a flaw in a concept that's much too big for their small, girlish minds to comprehend. Obviously there has to be something evil going on with the heroes."