The air crackled with the residual energy of the battle, a testament to the raw power you both had unleashed. Avery, her purple and darker purple suit gleaming with the faintest shimmer, stood beside you, the gold lightning accents tracing intricate patterns across her shins, thighs, waist, wrists, and shoulders. A bold, gold lightning bolt, encased in a black square, adorned her chest, a symbol of her newfound power.

"So... that's how you handle Meta-humans?" Avery remarked, pulling her mask down to rest on the back of her neck like a makeshift hood. "They're way easier than I thought they'd be. It's crazy to believe... Before you chose me, when I didn't have these powers, Meta-humans used to be scary to be around. You know, because of what they were capable of. But... when you have powers compared to them... the level field is different."

Her voice, a mixture of awe and disbelief, echoed through the cavernous lab. The experience had undoubtedly been a turning point for her, a shift in perspective that had transformed her view of the world and her place within it. Before becoming a Speedster, Avery was on a phone call awkwardly trying to explain why she was late to an appointment - blaming it on a car that Avery doesn't actually have much less own - right before she saw a lightning bolt that was sent by you. The lightning bolt decided on Avery as one of 3 chosen speedsters.