Greyson stares at Lexi from across the open foyer of the building. She had split off from Thor and Loki upon seeing the man she knew trying to escape and chased him downstairs.
"You going to kill me with your powers too?" He snarls.
"I don't need them to kick your ass," she smirks, "we both know that, but I don't want to fight you."
"That makes one of us," he replies.
"We were friends Grey," she says quietly as he approaches her.
"We were more than that," he adds, his jaw clenching.
"I'm sorry."
"I should have seen you for the animal you really are…" Greyson says before taking a swing at her.
Lexi ducks and the two engage in a series of punches, blocks, and kicks, until Greyson sweeps her legs out from under her and pins Lexi to the floor, pulling a knife from the back of his waist band. He rears back with his right arm and before he can plunge the blade into her chest, Lexi flings him off of her and against the wall.
"There she is," Greyson sneers at her from the wall as Lexi stands up from the floor, "there's the monster I've been after."
Wilson walks slowly towards him, keeping him pinned against the wall, she flings a dagger into her right hand as she moves, while Moore continues to jab at her, "See, I've been with you Wilson, I know things others don't…I know you like what you do."
She stops moving and narrows her eyes at him as he continues, "You didn't have to tell me, I could see it in your eyes…how much you enjoyed the hunt…having that power over something, being able to take away it's life…you love that control, you crave it. Face it, Lexi, you were a sadistic monster long before you had powers, they only…"
His speech is cut off by a bright blast of energy hitting him in the chest and knocking him through the layers of sheetrock into the room on the other side of the wall.
Lexi glances over her shoulder to see Stark standing there, helmet up, palm outstretched. Rogers is a few feet behind him, both having heard the exchange between Moore and Wilson.
"I'm sorry," Stark says sarcastically, "were you going to stab him, because it didn't look like it."
"Tony," Steve reprimands him.
"Seriously Possible," Stark says as he approaches the girl, laying a metal hand on her shoulder, "we're here to take out the bad guys, not be lectured by them. Capeesh?"
She gives him a nod of her head; however, Greyson's words still echo in the back of her mind.
