Our esteemed OP has stated that Taylor might be having a few issues controlling her strength.
This statement caused some odd thoughts in my brain and led to this bit of probably non canon silliness.
Juggernaut's Trail of Destruction
Taylor yawned as she woke up in the PRT guest quarters. She'd been right last night to not go home and sleep. Her bed wouldn't have fared any better than the PRT's bed had. She was sleeping on the mattress, laid directly on the floor after a couple of restless turns had cracked the welds on the frame of the bed.
She got up and grabbed one of the large T-shirts the PRT had supplied last night and tried to put it on. She resisted swearing as it basically fell apart around her chest, the flexing of muscles as she tried to put it on too much for the simple cotton weave. She tried the largest size they had sent up, and sighed as it settled on her, loose enough to breathe in, but still too tight around the biceps.
She looked at the jeans and didn't even bother trying any of them on. Any pair of jeans that was big enough in the thigh would have a waist suitable for two, maybe three of hers. Sweatpants for the win this morning. The first pair of sweats she tried seemed to work, until she bent over to put her socks on. Both sides of the sweats split wide open as her thighs flexed.
"Thank God for drawstrings." She had found a pair that would let her bend over and squat without splitting, but the waist was too big without the drawstring.
Taylor considered it a major triumph of her morning that she hadn't busted the string trying to tie it, like she had the first shoestring she had tried to tie. She looked at clothes and snarled silently. If one freaking idiot said anything about her needing 6X mens clothing, she was not going to be responsible for what happened to him.
By lunch, Taylor was ready to hunt down the entire roster of the E88, just so she could break something that wouldn't cost somebody money. So far today, she had broken a cup trying to have a cup of tea, put her hand through a swinging door trying to open it, and dislocated a trooper's shoulder, merely by bumping into him in the hallway. She'd crushed or broken four doorknobs before finally getting turning it just enough to open right.
She had a lot more sympathy for Glory Girl this morning, and resolved to never use that 'collateral damage' nickname for her again.
She hoped that whatever machines they were going to test the powers out with this afternoon weren't very expensive.
