I moved to Central City three weeks before the particle accelerator turned on so that I could get settled. Get a real job and my own place.
Now, though, I'm wondering if I should've just stayed in Starling. It's too quiet here. Also I don't think that "master assassin" is a good resume.
That, friends, is how I find myself running through the night, as the main reason I moved to Central City is taking place. This city is perfect for a night run and I don't pay attention to anything around me when I run, which is why I don't hear the explosion until it's too late. I'm thrown through the air as the wave of energy hits me. It's a painful reminder of the day Rogers crashed the plane and I pass out as the the ground rushes to meet me.
~1 hour later~
I stand somewhat shakily, looking around at the mostly normal city. I guess the explosion didn't destroy as much out here near the edge of town as it likely did farther in. An upside to the Tesseract is that it protects me from almost anything. Where a normal person might be in a coma, I only passed out for, what, an hour?...That might be the serum actually...
I take a step, intending to head home, and shoot forward fifty yards. Stumbling to a stop, I stare in awe at my hands, both of which are vibrating at inhuman speeds. It seems that I've acquired either new abilities or some crazy side effects.
~9 Months Later~(third person)
Hayley looked from the ballistics report she was working on to the clock on the wall. Two hours and she could run to CC Jitters to see Iris.
She'd met Iris her first day on the job-- or rather, the day she strolled into the precinct and declared that she was willing to take the job while their current one was gone. Iris had been in talking to her father and Hayley had become very good friends with her since then. As it turns out, Hayley did not have to wait to see Iris. Iris had just come into the lab. With a guy.
"Hey Iris. Who's your friend?" Hayley asked. Iris smiled excitedly. "Hayley, this is your partner, Barry Allen."
Hayley gaped. "Him? This is Barry Allen? In-a-coma, Iris-won't-stop worrying-about, Barry?" Iris nodded. "But he's like twelve!"
At this, Barry spoke up. "I'm actually 25, and totally qualified to do this, if that's what you're worried about." It wasn't, but Hayley certainly wasn't going to say so. Instead of answering, she picked up her things and left. The two best friends stood side by side, watching her leave.
"You think she's mad at me for waking up?" Barry wondered.
