Hot and Cold (IC) (GM)

[Electra]

"That's not true," Fleur replied, holding her hands up in a defensive posture. "Those children are innocents, no matter who their parents are. And it doesn't matter whether they're heroes or villains, people like Madame Zero still love their children. You can't just go around stealing and hurting and using children! It stops here, right now." The daisy chain around Chloe grew and lengthened, until it was daisy rope, binding and tightening around the "girl's" body. "I'm sorry you're stuck far from your home, but my sympathy is limited by the fact that you want to conquer us for your master. And that's never going to happen."

[Avenger Assembled]

With the struggling Grue Arcane captured, Fleur de Joie returned to Earth-Prime with her prisoner in tow just in time for the rescue. As a portal opened beneath Rene's mystic brush, Weaver reached in and scooped the little girl out, a faint boom underneath the soil the only sign of the hibernation pod's boobytraps going off. The real Chloe looked the very image of the resurrected angel (a far cry from the Grue that had disappeared into Fleur's dimensional gateway), her skin a little pale and blonde hair floofing around her head, awakening almost immediately in her tearful father's arms. "Daddy? What happened?" she asked as she blinked her big blue eyes awake.

Between getting the family to the nearest hospital to make sure that the real Chloe had suffered no ill effects from being inside a Grue hibernation pod (as well as to make sure that this was, in fact, the real Chloe Johnson), conveying the now-hissing, spitting Grueling to the custody of the Freedom League who'd be able to deal with her in a manner best-suited to her, there was certainly plenty for the heroes to do in the aftermath. And lastly, came disposing of a woman who should have been much more of a threat that she had been: Madame Zero, whose attack on Weaver's neighborhood had prompted the heroes to stick together in the first place.

Decanted from a giant flower, the white-skinned villainess stood there in the Blackstone entry hall, unresisting, as the guards removed her armor and fitted her with power nullifiers, everyone's breath but hers misting in the deep cold she required to stay alive in jail. "It's easy to keep her in place," the guards had confided to the heroes on the way in, "you just turn up the heat in the halls."

Finally, she focused on the heroes with her ice-blue eyes and said in a voice like a winter wind, "The baby. Did you see him?" People said Madame Zero didn't have any feelings, but it was hard to see that now.