Giganta

The night was calm over Washington D.C. — until the earth began to tremble. Streetlights flickered as a shadow rose over the skyline, blotting out the moon. Giganta loomed above the city, eyes glowing with determination and something close to irritation.

Below, armored A.R.G.U.S. agents scrambled to form a perimeter. “You people never learn,” her voice thundered, a smirk curling her lips. “I said I’d borrow it, not steal it.” She reached down, plucking an armored transport from the ground like a toy, the metal groaning in her hand.