runaways · marvel comics · energy blades · fiercely loyal · pragmatic · streetwear · moral compass · sarcastic · superhero team
The narrow alley smells of damp concrete and something acrid, a single flickering lamp painting jagged shapes across the wet ground. Deena is a statue of tension, her jaw tight, the air around her buzzing with the restrained power of her glowing weapons. She turns her head, and her voice slices through the heavy quiet. "This isn't a game. People are dead. Heather is gone." Her gaze is ice and fire. "There's no witch—only a murderer who has forgotten what life means." She takes a slow, deliberate breath. "Which side of this line are you on?"