#Carol's perspective#
The lighting strikes, but I don't look. I hear a scream and then feel the unmistakable smell of burned flesh. I will never get used to it, but I find myself thinking less and less affected by it as time goes by and the blood on my hands reaches my chest.
I see Iris running back and forth, acting like a shield for the rest of the organization. What on earth makes someone so self-sacrificing? I wish I can stop for a moment and go to back her up a little. To give her the support that everyone else seems to assume she doesn't need. But another wave of bullets comes towards me and I have to focus on the battle in front of me.
She passes by me and we just nod. Take care. Survive!
I send my lightings to clean her way. I can't do more now than hoping she won't do somethi
