<br/><strong>Name: </strong>Captain Marvel, Carol Danvers<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Underground tunnels<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Silver Samurai, Ghost Rider<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Her torn uniform<br/><br/><em> Is Death coming for me so brightly? </em>Carol asked herself seeing the orange glow approaching from somewhere within the subway tunnel like a floating spirit. Then the parked train flew in their direction, smashing Ultron against Ultron and crushing their metal bodies underneath.  Her vision was a blur due to the pain the Ultron beams inflicted in her arms and she had just a fraction of a second to spot the flaming skull and then its human body.<em>Oh God, it’s here...I’m going to die.</em>Death didn’t seem interested in her, though. Ghost Rider gazed at her and shifted his attention to the remaining drones.<br/><br/>She didn’t recognize him, not from her memory and not even from the magazines she used to read hoping to know more about herself. Ghost Rider wasn’t the kind to give interviews. Yet adding one and one together, she understood that he was a meta like herself and not Death incarnate. Or if he was, it wasn’t there to take her, but to purge. Shouting from the top of her lungs to make sure she was still breathing, Captain Marvel blasted the Ultrons that surrounded her, taking advantage of Ghost Rider’s suprise attack. Their robotic voices echoed in the underground station and she heard others not so very far away mentioning the Silver Samurai. He was there, he followed her just as promised. A promise without words, but her heart clenched when she realized that due to him no other bots came after her. And if there were only this many in the station, how many was he dealing with?<br/><br/>The sound of metal upon metal pulled her out of these thoughts and she flew forth, blasting the enemy relentless, avoiding to hit Ghost Rider. There were sparks and beams flying in every direction, gold and white against the red and purple of the Ultrons.<br/><br/>“There aren’t that many, we can take them all down!” she urged her new ally, encouraging herself on the way. But then she heard the zaps and saw the brittle lights, short lightning strikes that went across the tracks, showing what Captain Marvel couldn’t see with her own eyes: that another fight was ending on the other side and with it came the fall of the samurai. She couldn’t see it, nor hear it, but the tight clench in her chest said it all. Her precognitive sixth sense reacted. Whether they realized it or not, their fates were bound.<br/><br/>Anger surged through her and Carol focused, absorbing the remaining electricity, to further magnify her strength and energy projection, just before everything turned to darkness. Her blast engulfed the last Ultrons, those that weren’t taken down by Ghost Rider himself. It shone as bright as an exploding star, blinding her temporarily before the light surrounded her, dim and warm. At their feet lay scraps of adamantium, hands and feet and Ultron heads. Exhausted, she turned back slowly and walked passed the fire hatches and the grids that separated her from the silver hero. Like a beacon, she lit the way for Ghost Rider.<br/><br/>A spark of silver caught her eye and as she came closer, she saw the familiar sword caught between the rails. He lay there, hand still gripping the hilt, his armor bent and splattered with blood. She lifted him and saw that even then he wouldn’t let go of the sword. He might have been dead.<br/><br/>“Please, take his sword.” She addressed Ghost Rider. “Where did you come from? Is there any other way out of here?”