<br/><strong>Name: </strong>Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>LA streets<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Silver Samurai<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Her torn uniform<br/><br/><br/>As she saw the eyes behind the mask, Carol immediately regretted throwing the deadly punch.<br/><br/>'Shit, I'm gonna kill a human.' Her eyes widened and panic overwhelmed her, yet soon enough Captain Marvel had a whole different reason for regret. The blade felt cold on her neck and then it shone bright enough to avert her gaze from his eyes. She was panting.<br/>Courteous enough to introduce himself first, the Silver Samurai didn't lower his guard, but sheathed his sword.<br/>ここで  あなた は  外人 です, シルバーマン  (Right here, you're the gaijin, Silver Man!) she said.<br/><br/>Carol didn't know why or how she said that. It was 'gaijin' that triggered it apparently. At least two things she knew for sure: that he had Japanese origins and that they never met before. Downright obvious were his sword-skills and that pretty much like every human she encountered so far, he was not on the Ultrons' side. Her knowing Japanese however, was a total surprise. Instinctively she bowed. Perhaps there's been a time when she met others of his origin and learned their customs.<br/><br/>"I am Captain Marvel." The hesitation in her voice made her introduction sound less heroic than it should. The fact that he called her a 'powerhouse' suddenly increased the weight on her shoulders. Up to a few days ago she was just a stray with super powers. There was no need for him to know about her memory problems, but now she had to take on her role more serious than ever.<br/><br/>“My current ‘quest’ is to take down as many of these metal men as I can while finding my friends. Those like me.”  She had no idea if her ‘friends’ were really those mentioned in the magazine article she read about or if they were even still alive. Yet telling him that someone had her back or probably searching for her was the cautious thing to do. After all, Carol had no idea to what extent she could trust the man before her.<br/><br/>“What is your quest if I may ask?”  Seeing him all prim and proper like that made her self-conscious. She hadn’t taken a bath in three days, her suit was torn, her hair a mess and she probably smelled too. That and the previous sleepless nights only added to the tiredness she felt in her limbs after the recent fight.<br/>