[ Having the wind knocked out of her from the fall means Daisy can't speak to issue a warning, voice a protest, or make an angry quip about this whole messed up situation. Her ribs are screaming at her, and she can feel at least one new hairline fracture that would have been a lot worse without the protection of her suit. But despite struggling to get her lungs working again, she still rolls to her side and pushes herself up, using the wall as leverage to get to her feet again as her heavy hitter companion sends the last of their attackers to the ground.
She doesn't pay attention to whatever he might do to that man, focusing instead on the woman who had led them into this alley with her scream — except she's nowhere to be found. Had she run off during the fight to get herself to safety? Had this all been some sort of trap to lure in unsuspecting do-gooders like her, who can't just turn away from someone in need? Pressing a hand to her aching side, Daisy trusts the kind (?) stranger to take care of business while she moves to the mouth of the alley, finally able to pull in strained gulps of air while she scans the darkness for the woman, but as far as she can see, the woman is just gone.
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She doesn't pay attention to whatever he might do to that man, focusing instead on the woman who had led them into this alley with her scream — except she's nowhere to be found. Had she run off during the fight to get herself to safety? Had this all been some sort of trap to lure in unsuspecting do-gooders like her, who can't just turn away from someone in need? Pressing a hand to her aching side, Daisy trusts the kind (?) stranger to take care of business while she moves to the mouth of the alley, finally able to pull in strained gulps of air while she scans the darkness for the woman, but as far as she can see, the woman is just gone.
Shit. ]