They both had a hard time remembering how she could've been before she met Slade; now anyone can only assume that she'd end up a hero, dying in battle. But now…now she was an obvious threat, far from the picture-perfect teen she had been (was it really only two months ago?)
After the surgery and recuperation time, she was finally readying herself for the final showdown. She pulled on the steel shoulder and elbow pads, checked the bandages and gingerly touched the pieces of steel in her hair.
"This is it," she whispered, walking out the door to meet him.