'Prometheus... He's coming... He'll burn you and kill you and laugh.' Buzzed Kawaii in the corner of the cell. Clarke tried to do her best to drown out the endless hellish murmuring of her secrets and darkest thoughts with no avail. Sleep had regurgitated her mind on the premise that the dreams of fire burnt her very sanity. She couldn't tell if it was Kawaii, or just her actually losing her sanity - or if the two were the same thing.
The one thing that the masked girl wouldn't shut up about was Prometheus. Apparently he was coming to finish the job that had started with Cyanide, and wouldn't end until everyone else was 6 foot under.
Maddy sat on the top bunk of the bed in the cell, fiddling with her strawberry hair and thinking of a song. The different symphonies and harmonies and layers of notes. The depth of singer's voice and how the instrumental entwined and enhanced it. She suddenly felt a pang of hunger, and so looked down from the bunk to see if there was any food.
Unsurprisingly, there was nothing. Nothing except Cisco Ramon similarly killing time.
'Josie, go get the foam. Thanks.' Shouted Sam realising that the remaining part of the fire was in fact being fed by gas and so he would need CO2 foam. Josie flicked a switch on the fire-engine and Sam changed between the separate gauges on his hose. White foam rocketed forwards into the midst of the fire, fizzing and cracking but refusing to extinguish it.
Josie stepped backwards in terror as two burning eyes brewed inside the flames. Sam hadn't noticed. When he did, it was too late. The fire suddenly gained a mind of it's own and lashed out with a burning tendril. It cracked across Sam's chest, drawing blood and setting his gear alight. The whip then briefly retracted and speared through the terrified fireman's chest.
A humanoid form appeared around the whip, which then became an arm ending with glistening claws made from molten metal. A glimmering black centipede-like-structure was attached to it's arm, but other than that - it had nothing tying it to a human existence.
Josie screamed and ran for her life towards any other building in sight. She found a tiny laundrette's and locked the door behind her. She then ran through the shop and bolted the toilet door behind her.
The sound of glass shattering and then a massive crash alerted Josie that she was going to die. A fire-engine had been thrown through the glass and the flame-creature stalked towards the door. Smoke crept under the wood and snaked up Josie's leg. Cold sweat dripped to the floor as her throat tightened in horror.
Nothing.
She took a breath out with relief and then burnt to death.
Alarms blared in the SHIELD Helicarrier. Agent Skye Johnson stormed down a corridor towards the cell area, yelling into a microphone in the hope that someone could connect her to the Avengers.
'I'm sorry. The superhero that you are looking for is either doing their washing or fighting a cosmic god. Leave a message and have a happy day!'
'Shit.' She swore as the answerphone for Tony Stark's cell drilled pure sass into her ear.
Clarke was coming dangerously close to removing Kawaii's throat. She wouldn't stop screaming about fire and Prometheus and missing Family. Clarke decided to settle on an average punch to the face and knocked the bitch out cold.
Another smug-ass face appeared at the door window of her cell; a beautiful woman with brunette hair who looked a lot like Chloe Bennet. She introduced herself as Agent Johnson. She then added that they would come to know her as Quake.
She continued that they would need to use Clarke and Kawaii's skills in hunting down a rampaging metahuman.
'I believe that he calls himself Prometheus. You and the other two have history with him, right? We need your help.'
Clarke's interest was briefly held and her fist's arrival on the window was briefly halted by this last sentence.
'Where are the Avengers?' She asked through the glass.
'Probably dropping some city out of the sky or something.'
'Whatever. I'm in.' This decision was made on the account that this would clear her friends names and looking Agent Johnson was always a plus.
