Chapter 3. Street FightThe Scarlet Witch picked up the pace to a brisk walk, intent on putting distance between herself and the evil stylist. However,...back in the dark alley, the Hairdresser silently picked up a trash can and abruptly hurled it at Scarlet as she walked away. The villain was seething inside like cauldron of boiling water.Wanda was knocked brutally forward as the trash can hit her hard in the back and sent her crashing to the ground. The Avenger cried stridently out in pain, and. .." she smiled.He kissed her again. "Coffee ... I need coffee. Forgive me?" he grinned."Oh, I suppose so ... eventually." And he went to fetch his own drink.They agreed to meet at lunch time, which they did, but when it was time to leave, Mike saw Sherise and her cronies next to the way out. Snagging Abigail's hand and twining his fingers in hers, he walked deliberately close by the other girls. Sherise, as he expected, made a comment (not fit to repeat in polite company) as he passed."Oh!. ‘Well I don’t know what to tell you.’ Pelluluka replied looking a little flustered and embarrassed to have it mentioned so soon after going through it. ‘It’s alright, you don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready.’ I said as I put my hand on her shoulder and smiled at her with a comforting smile trying to convey my offer of friendship and concern. ‘Oh yes of course, I didn’t mean to pry.’ Shelea said with an embarrassed look about her. ‘I only asked because I thought it might help us. I coughed up some blood that was blocking the back of my throat and wondered if it was possible to drown in my own fluids. I groaned as I forced my free hand across my body and pulled on the door handle. I heard the mechanism pop, but the bent up door refused to move. I almost laughed, maybe my hell had already begun. I pushed with my shoulder, causing a sharp pain to emanate from the hole in my side. More blood. I wasn’t sure how much more was in my body. My hand wasn’t an effective band-aid..