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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 8:09:04 GMT -7
"what the hell!?" Exclaimed Roger, as he was swept from the ground, and his suit was suddenly shut down by some EMP! he landed with a tumble onto the roof of some building, as he stood up, getting into a boxing pose before he saw who it was that had snatched him. The devil of hell's Kitchen.
"What do you mean what was I doing there? I heard people in trouble, and went to help! Isn't that the same thing you were there to do hornhead?! What, did you call dibs on this gang or something?!" Roger hadn't known about the bomb on his back, yet even if he did it probably would have just stunned him, not killed him. "You better hope nobody down there dies while your throwing your little fit, or it's blood on your hands! I can't even activate my suit thanks to you!" As Roger glared at Murdock from beneath his mask
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 8:23:42 GMT -7
Daisy was more injured then she originally thought as she rested against a near by brick wall. She was far enough away from the scene that as the police started to show up, they wouldn’t suspect her as being involved. She looked at the wound under her black leather coat and grimaced slightly, ‘crap, this will need at least a stitch and I am not near my med kit or any S.H.I.E.L.D. supplies’. As she pulled off the slender black bag she carried Daisy managed to pull out a scarf. She took off her jacket and wrapped the scarf around her mid section, effectively applying enough pressure to hold off the bleeding. She gingerly pulled up the jacket and sighed to herself. ‘Hospitals are too high profile, I can’t go into one for treatment.’ Then as if on cue a hand touched her should and a female voice spoke. “Ma’am...are you ok?”Daisy put the slender black bag back over she shoulders as she looked up at the hidden masked face and red and grey armor. ‘Well not quite the red suit I wanted to see, but a red suit none the less.’ She thought to herself. Daisy looked at the person and made direct eye contact. She straightened herself out, trying to hide the injury and her pain. “Yeah..I just need to take a moment….why do you ask?”
Just then an even more familiar face showed up. Daisy immediately recognized them from the S.H.I.E.L.D. data bas, Luke Cage. She knew of Luke and that he was one of the good guys, just like Mat Murdock. She was definitely far form ok, despite what she had just told the red armored person. Daisy was deep under cover she couldn’t let either of these people know she was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent so she just played it off as Luke spoke with a clearly concerned tone to his voice. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE”Daisy was now starting to realize she more injuries as she propped herself on the brick wall. She was use to pain and use to having to fight through it all. Daisy regained her composure as she addressed Luke. “This individual saw me leaning here against the wall. They were just checking to see if I was ok. I’m ok though, I uhh…just need to rest for a moment.”Daisy was a poor liar at best, even when she was under cover Daisy was much better at telling half truths and being honest in a way that didn’t tell her background, but at least told the story of the situation. However in this moment she had no idea who she could trust, Luke seemed like someone she could trust and work with, but would he feel the same way if he knew she was a S.H.I.E.L.D agent? Most people on the street level didn’t trust S.H.I.E.L.D Daisy may have been different because she was an Inhuman and didn’t see the world the same way most S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives did. She saw a purpose for the vigilantes and respected them very highly. The mission for now though was clear getting intel, find DareDevil and figure out what was happening in the streets. The violence had increased and the brazenness of the street gangs was getting more and more clear. If this red and grey armored person was a good guy then they could all work together with Luke, if not this meant Daisy was up for another fight and pretty happy Luke happen to be here. Daisy didn't realize it, but droplets of crimson blood were now forming on the pavement and her hands,though she tried to clean them definitely had the color of crimson on them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 19:51:48 GMT -7
Warren didn't pause. The fact that Matt immediately gave his approval didn't surprise him in the least. If his own lawyer didn't know that he was the Angel when half the rest of the world did, there was a very big problem. Nevertheless, Warren wished that he had packed a spare costume. In hindsight he knew he should have known something was bound to go wrong in Hell's Kitchen, yet he felt inclined to go without. There wasn't much time to waste anyways, and little more to be spent switching from one garb into another. He would have to go without. He slipped off the suit's top and undershirt, tossing them in a bundle in the corner. His wings tensed under the freshness of the room, comparing to the stuffed quarters within the suit, yet they were still restricted by the brace.
He could break it, of course, but replacing them cost money. There was more than enough, but he wasn't about to waste any of it for a pointless repair job. The window was forced open, and he sat in the sill with his back facing out towards the open air. Then, he released the brace with a thumb across a small lever on the side. The contraption snapped off, releasing from around his abdomen and back and collapsing to the floor in front of him. His wings burst forth as majestically as they might if he had been an actual angel, emerging like two outstretched arms from the office window. He waved towards the clothing, although Matt couldn't see it. "I'll collect those later."
Then he fell. The breeze against his half-naked body felt as wonderful as a dip in the pool on a warm summer day. Long ago, his body had adapted to the pressure and insulated itself - the coldest of temperatures felt to Warren as if he were experiencing the most pleasant of Spring mornings. Despite him being shirtless, his only clothing being the pants guarding his legs (even his shoes had been abandoned in the office, when he pushed himself out the window), he was not cold. He had a joyous grin over his face, his blond hair being blasted about by the current of the fall. His wings were folded against him as he twirled around into a dive.
Time seemed to slow, but his body picked up speed. Highly toned reflexes instinctively controlled his wings precisely how he needed them to be. He was like a bird gliding into an uphill current. At the bottom, right above the street, he twirled again; this time, his wings thrust outward, grabbing hold of the air, and then in a single, powerful flap, they blasted him down the street in the direction of the gunfire. His senses were on full alert, they had to be - in order to track down exactly where the fight was happening, he needed to pinpoint the source of the sound.
Of course, simply because he focused on the firefight did not mean he was blind to everything else. He noticed, for example, the group of thugs being carted away in ambulances and police cars down the street. The problem was solved, there was nothing he could do there. He saw the woman injured in the alley, and while he didn't recognize the armored one, he knew the man confronting them was Luke Cage - that situation was already handled. He pressed on, though shaking his head. Hell's Kitchen was as busy as ever, and not in the healthy way. Daredevil had his work cut out for him.
Down the street, even closer, he also passed over a certain web-slinger, who had just finished cleaning up the Enforcers. Normally, Warren wouldn't have thought to find Spider-man in this area of the city, but it wasn't necessarily a shocker (heaven knew he was glad THAT villain wasn't around, too). He waved quickly to the red and blue hero, but he was flying just about as fast as a car driving at over a 100 miles per hour by then, so he wasn't sure the webhead saw him.
Still, it was sadly evident that this area was sorely in need of help. At least three criminal events going on all at once - it was a small wonder the police were overwhelmed even with super powered assistance.
He was quick to track the gunfire to the docs, just as the news report had described. For a moment he climbed, rising above the surrounding buildings and floating above the carnage, observing, watching. A police blockage had formed around one side of the docs - that was the source of most of the gunfire. They shot at thugs who hid within the cargo crates and alongside building edges, or behind just about whatever they could. Further in - there was the cause of the explosions. A single, armored man fought against the thug-army behind their own line, launching gas into their ranks. 'Hm, no telling what that is.' He thought, eyeing the ones who had already fallen prey. 'A sleeping gas, maybe? It's possible. My healing factor might protect me, but to be safe I should see if those officers have a mask I could use. And warn them, too.'
A fire had begun to spread, cutting off the criminal's escape route. They were wedged between the fire, the police, and - Daredevil. There was the crimson clad guardian of Hell's Kitchen! In an expertly timed strike, he had grabbed the armored man from his assault and flung him back to the roof. All the best, odds are the unknown was about to get himself killed. The man without fear whistled towards Angel. Considering the numbers involved, a rendezvous and teamwork would be best. He eyed the police once more, wanting to warn them first - but considering the momentary cessation of hostilities, and the standoff that wouldn't end anytime soon, Warren thought it could wait.
He flew above the warehouse, then lowered himself gently, wings flapping with power yet with a softness like a whispered breeze. His approach was marred by the quarrel growing between the two. "Helping is all well and good, but if you get yourself killed in the process, it renders everything moot. If every mutant in the X-Men went off as a solo act, I guarantee you we would not have been able to defeat Magneto time and time again. For opposition of this size, we need to work together, not apart. We need a plan." He turned to Daredevil, feet never touching the ground as he levitated above them. "I assume that's why you called me down. It's good to see you doing well."
Warren had no close association with the horned crusader, but he had assisted the X-Men many times in the past. He had earned the Angel's friendship. Porcupine, however, had not. Time would tell if he would prove otherwise.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 15:44:12 GMT -7
HAWKEYEIt had been quite a long time since Clint had ventured through this part of the city. Hell's Kitchen, as it was commonly known. The playground of criminals from all walks of life. It was here that you had the gangs and mobs, the petty thieves and trained assassins. It was here that guys like the Kingpin rose to power, and it certainly wasn't a very safe place to live. Fortunately, these undesirables that threatened the peace didn't go without swift justice from the Man Without Fear himself, Daredevil. But what was Hawkeye doing here? Well, when you see news reports of a scuffle down at the docks involving some dude who looked like a walking pin-cushion, it's only natural to get a little curious. Besides, it had been quite a while since he had gotten any real action around New York, and Hell's Kitchen was pretty much a foreign concept to the Avenger. Until now. Hawkeye ran along the rooftops, heading towards the docks as fast as he could when he heard a piercing scream down below. "Someone! Help! Please!" Clint paused, looking over the edge of the roof and spotting a businessman, surrounded by black-clad thugs. He rolled his eyes. Well, the rumors were indeed true. This place was a cesspool, with muggings and murders around every corner. Was it something petty? Yes. However, Hawkeye didn't live on the virtue of turning his back on innocent people who were clearly in danger. He pulled his long, heavy compound bow off his back, immediately reaching for an arrow, which he slid into place silently. He crouched, pulling the arrow back and aiming for the thug who seemed to be the easiest target. "Settle down, will ya? You'll wake up the whole damned city with your screamin'..." He snapped, the other thugs snickering as they closed in on the frightened man like a pack of hungry wolves. Suddenly, the thug cried out in pain as the arrow went straight through the back of his knee, causing him to topple over like a stack of bricks. The other two turned, eyes widened. "It's that one Avenger with the bow!" They hissed, lifting up their handguns. At this point, the businessman had turned and ran off, desperate to get away from the scene. Hawkeye dropped down, repelling from the roof with a long wire. "Hawkeye, guys. It's Hawkeye. Are you seriously telling me that you don't know my name by now? Seriously?" He asked, his hands resting on his hips as he popped his neck a couple times. The thugs glared at him, firing in his direction. Hawkeye made a few expertly timed cartwheels to the right, dodging the gunfire as he took cover behind a car. He placed two special arrows on his bow, both tipped with a taser-like device. He lifted up, letting the projectiles fly, both of them tagging the thugs in the chest. They tried ripping the arrows off, but were unable to. "The Hell?" One asked, both of them screaming and convulsing as they were electrocuted into unconsciousness. "That little present was just for you! Shocking, wasn't it?!" Hawkeye waited for a little while before continuing. "Yeah... I'm not funny." He stood, swiping his hands together in a, job well-done fashion before looking off into the distance. Police sirens. Of course, it seemed like police were really slacking around this side of the city, but Hawkeye wasn't going to share this opinion with anyone but himself. They were o their way to clean up the mess, that was all that mattered. He pulled another arrow with a wire attached to the end onto his bow, the tip fitted with a claw-like object. He fired it towards another rooftop, the wire suddenly retracting and yanking Clint out of the street. As he began his pursuit towards the dock, he again was forced to pause at the sight of something peculiar. Upon closer examination, he spotted Luke Cage, some weirdo in red and grey, and a girl... He had no idea who this girl was, but she did look very familiar. The last thing he wanted was to drop in and make the situation awkward, but he did find himself spying for quite a long time, just trying to pinpoint why she seemed to click in his mind. "Where do I... Know you from...?" He found himself muttering to nobody in particular, his eyes narrowed at the girl.
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Post by Rift on Apr 1, 2016 17:35:19 GMT -7
“I mean seriously guys, broad daylight? Even for you the stupid is off the charts,” Spidey told the bruised and now tightly secured Enforcers. As he mocked the downed the enemies and listened to the fast approaching sirens he glanced upwards just in time to see a winged figure fly overhead at great speed. He couldn’t be sure from this distance, but he was fairly certain that it was Angel, one of the X-Men. Given the way crime was exploding in the city lately, especially around the Kitchen, he supposed he shouldn’t be shocked to see even the X-Men getting in on the crime fighting act, but still it wasn’t everyday you ran into the mutant heroes. Well unless you are me, he thought. Then it is just Tuesday.Offering up a salute to the flying man he turned just in time to see a patrol car round the corner. Unlike the mutant, the boys in blue likely wouldn’t have a kind greeting for him. Besides, unless his ears had deceived him during his tussle with the Enforcers, it sounded like the whole of Hell’s Kitchen was under assault, so rather than stick around to get arrested he swung away, heading only a few blocks over to see what all the commotion was about and if he could be of any help. Yeesh, Matt. This is your neck of the woods as you always tell me, so can’t you get the neighbors to keep it down? he thought as he passed a location where a firefighters worked over time to put down a blaze that had erupted from a storefront. Something was definitely off about all of this. Landing on a rooftop not far away he spotted Luke Cage, the unmistaken purple clad form of Hawkeye, and a young woman that appeared to have sustained some injuries. From the looks of things another separate attack had occurred while he was dealing with Ox, Fancy Dan, and Montana. Flipping over in their general direction he performed a little flourish on a nearby streetlamp and lowered himself upside down on a webline. “Soooo, whatcha all doing?” he asked the assembled heroes jovially. “Is there a reunion in town? Oh! Is it the annual convention already? Is Moon Knight joining this shindig? And why oh why do I never receive a proper invite for these things?”Glancing at Luke he offered a friendly wave. "Luke, buddy, long time no see. Glad you haven't gone back to the whole tiara thing in the interim. Care to help a guy out? What is going on around here?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 11:01:23 GMT -7
Daredevil nodded at Angel. "These men work for The Hood. Standard mafioso with a cloak that allows him to transport himself anywhere he desires, allowing him to stay one step ahead of his competition. Rumors of his escalating attacks on Mr. Negative's holdings have run rampant in the Kitchen for at least a week now, but this just confirms it," he explained. Sensing his two colleagues body language roll in confusion, he gave a quick summary of what limited information he knew. "Mr. Negative has been stockpiling arms and ammunition for use in his attempt to wrest the criminal underworld from the influence of Wilson Fisk, whom despite no longer being the "Kingpin" of New York, still holds the title. The current caretakers of the city, up until a few days ago, were The Hood and Norman Osborn. The Hood controls the bulk of the man power in the city, so you can see why they would be attacking Negative first. The problem is, this is one of the older ports and it didn't take much to set it ablaze, which if somebody had canvas'd the area for potential hazards, they would know, especially with such numbers," he said, the last sentence more directed at the Porcupine. "So, yes. Team-up," he said, nodding to Angel. He got to his feet and heard the whirring machinery of the Porcupine's suit re-activate. He turned and placed a foot on the ledge of the rooftop and stretched his radar sense. "The spreading fire has caused a ceasefire between the police and the Hood's forces. At the moment they don't know whether to work together to get out alive or go down with the guns, so right now our best option is to extract the Hood's men and get as many out until Fire and Rescue arrive, which given New York traffic will take a while, yet." he said before turning his head back towards Angel. "Oh and can you remove the C4 from Porcupine's back, Angel? It may be disabled, but if he gets tagged during our assault, the yield at that range could be a difference maker, and not in a good way for us," he added, knowing that Angel could turn his wings into very lethal blades from his tenure as "Archangel", he suppressed a chuckle given his own catholic roots.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2016 14:19:42 GMT -7
Roger rolled his eyes beneath his mask "C4? That's what all the fuss was about? Well I appreciate the somewhat forced concern, but this suit could've taken that! Why the last guy who wore the suit took a nitro blast without anything more than the suit itself being hurt! Oh well."
Once the C4 had been removed, Roger cracked his neck and his knuckles "Now let's go clean up the trash!" As Roger flew down, kicking a thug in the face before landing, as he started to use his quills to plug up their gun barrels, while being more cautious of the C4 they had with them. "You two holding up alright?" As he took a few bullets to his chestplate, not even feeling them as a few goons who tried to grab him only ended up with some serous splintering damage to their hands, before a kick sent them to the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 21:38:11 GMT -7
Warren's brows knitted in recognition of Daredevil's information. He had known things were bad in Hell's Kitchen, but nothing like this. In the wake of everything that had happened in the last few years, New York didn't need this. Couldn't the criminals understand that? He squinted lightly; no, that was precisely the reason. They all knew the government was in no position to do anything about their advances against the civilized world. They were too busy rebuilding, even the police couldn't be everywhere at once. It was the perfect opening to play for power, and these rebellious barbarians were counting on that.
"Criminal activity was not in doubt," he began, glancing off to the retreating thugs who fled from the raging fire. "But it seems to be more of a war than the typical skirmish. How ever have you handled so much carnage at once until now?" His mouth had twitched into a dark, grimacing smile. Whether it was that the rapid decline of society was a recent thing, or that he had other means, Warren knew his crimson-clad compatriot's job couldn't be easy. All heroes had their fare share of problems, and they varied - it was foolish to think Daredevil was an exception to the rule.
He examined the bomb on Porcupine's back with solid scrutiny while Daredevil continued to chastise the armored would-be hero. Would he still have the powers of the Archangel, the job would be an easy one. His eyes narrowed; the mere thought of his old title brought a disturbing tingle to the back of his neck. Yet it was not impossible. He was still possessed of a strength very few men had, and detaching the machinery of such a simple device without detonating it was a relatively easy endeavor - especially when considering a blow from his wing could break through a concrete wall with ease. The bomb was removed shortly, and he gently set it down in a nook on the warehouse's roof.
Then, the Porcupine lunged off the building and back into the fray. "He's rather impatient." Warren commented, frowning. It seemed planning was not a common thing with him, almost as opposite to Daredevil as their colors. There was a certain comedy to that. Nevertheless, he turned to Daredevil, saying, "His armor appears to be protecting him well enough, and those projectiles he wields do an excellent job of stopping their bullets at their source. I can fly low and fast, and remove as many of Hood's men as I can. But my wings are not protected against their ammunition. It will be dangerous. The more of them you can disarm, the faster I can work."
With the knowledge given, and nothing left to do considering their companion's brash actions, Warren dived from the roof with powerful flaps of his wings. He descended on their ranks like a hawk would a skittering mouse, adeptly twirling mid-air to avoid whatever bullets were sent his way. While his wings were not as durable as his techno-organic ones used to be as the Archangel, his speed and agility was still supreme in the air; it was a simple matter to anticipate their attacks and maneuver accordingly. His first act was to go low, passed Porcupine, spinning around abruptly, and slamming his wings against two nearly unsuspecting guards, knocking them unconscious and sparing Porcupine's armor two more dents in the process. These he lifted up, and brought out to the police line.
As he landed, roughly tossing the two thugs against the floor in disgust, he remembered the events prior. The officers stared at him in surprise, and for some of the clearly newly recruited, horror. Warren ignored them. "Not to worry, we're on the scene and are ready to assist. The fire has brought most of them into a panic, but that same aspect prevents you from pressing forward. Further, a friend of mine is using a gas that would effect you just as much as everyone else. I advise you keep your distance. We'll bring the criminals to you, but..." he glanced at the line of cars, frowning disapprovingly, "You're going to need more vehicles."
With that, he once more threw himself into the air, flying speedily back to the carnage. He eyed Porcupine cautiously; he could trust Daredevil due to his experience, yet this new variable was one he wasn't too sure of. He wondered at the costume, thinking that he had seen it before, but unable to fully acknowledge where or when that had been. He sighed, and shook his head. There would be time to think about that later, for now he had work to do. And, like Daredevil had said, thanks to the everyday New York traffic, the emergency teams would take forever to get to the docks. With his wings, he could potentially guide the fire with strong gusts of air, but that similarly brought the risk of spreading it even more violently.
So for now they could only focus on removing the criminals, one horrible, undeserving piece at a time. Warren frowned again - realizing his regard for the men down below was shockingly low. Criminals or not, they were still human beings. He huffed quietly, resolving to think on it later, and dove back down into the action. There were humans, creep or not, that needed saving.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2016 12:21:33 GMT -7
For Time Knight (hell, for anyone with half a brain cell), it didn't take a doctor to realize that a lightweight who had just fought off three armed attackers in an allyway was not ok, the blood was just a visual indicator if anything. "I need to get you somewhere for treatment" She said softly, making her move toward the girl before being aught slightly off guard by someone's loudass voice booming down her eardrums like a shotgun. Turning quickly, she was pleasantly surprised to find Luke Cage heading toward them, although she was well aware that things possibly looked bad, after all, she was a costumed figure next to a bleeding woman. A reprieve came though, as Spiderman came out of nowhere, barreling down from a rooftop before landing on a street lamp and letting himself fall forward, bobbing back and forth as he spun a small webline to hang upside down from. "Spiderman, Luke Cage, it is a pleasure to meet you both, this woman here has been injured"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 18:16:23 GMT -7
Quake was reassuring the infamous Luke Cage that she was in fact ok. As she finally convinced him that she was not in danger Spiderman showed up and nearly blew her entire cover. She had a great deal of respect for the mask one known as Spiderman, but never in her time with S.H.I.E.L.D had Quake ever encountered Spiderman. She knew at one point Spiderman was considered an Avenger, but she didn’t have a personal connection to him. “Soooo, whatcha all doing? Is there a reunion in town? Oh! Is it the annual convention already? Is Moon Knight joining this shindig? And why oh why do I never receive a proper invite for these things?”
Quake enjoyed his sense of humor as he directed his attention to Luke again. Quake looed around her getting the sense that someone else ws watching them, but who was this person? She didn’t dare move away from the wall that was supporting her. “Luke, buddy, long time no see. Glad you haven't gone back to the whole tiara thing in the interim. Care to help a guy out? What is going on around here?"Quake drew her attention to Spiderman and answered the question for Luke and herself to the entire group of would be heroes that had converged on this spot. She did her best to not appear wounded, but the blood droplets landing on the pavement as she spoke. “Hey you must be Spiderman, gotta say I’m a big fan of you and your work. As well as Luke’s here work. I was just explaining to Luke and this nice person who stopped to see if I was ok. That I am in fact ok, I just need to get my apartment and rest for a bit.”Just as Luke appeared to be leaving to attend to his own bussines leaving Spiderman and the other person left with Quake, the other person spoke and blew up Quake’s cover compeletely. She had been trained for this Quake knew how to react to most situations and cold work her way through just about anything, but at the moment this person had just majorly complicated things for her. Daisy could not risk being exposed this early in the game. She decided to just play it cool, this person clearly was just trying to help her. . "I need to get you somewhere for treatment. Spiderman, Luke Cage, it is a pleasure to meet you both, this woman here has been injured"Quake looked to Spiderman and the other person and straightened up against the wall. Her raised up her hands as she spoke trying to get the two remaining heroes to understand that she just needed to get to her apartment. “Yes, you are not incorrect, I am injured there was um…a situation that arose and I may have been stabbed a little. I swear to you I’ll be ok I just need to get back to my apartment really. I um..I can take care of this I swear to you….I’m sorry its occurring to me I know you Spiderman, but you are unknown to me tell me what is your name?”Quake really wanted to just get back to her apartment and stop the bleeding on her side at this point the blood loss was starting to get to her.
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Post by Rift on Apr 19, 2016 19:59:02 GMT -7
Spider-Man glanced at Time Knight and nodded, flashing a thumbs up. “Yo, love the whole medieval warrior woman thing you got going there ma’am. Very cool, like Xena and Russell Crowe had a baby with the Assassin Creed folks.” “It wasn’t a tiara. ‘Sides you the one runnin’ around in bug footy pajamas. As for this mess, seems like the entire kitchen done up and lost its damn mind today,” Luke told Spidey. He nodded. “Yup, I just took down The Enforcers a block over. They were actually knocking over a jewelry store in broad daylight. Maybe we should track down ole Horn Head? This is his neck of the woods, maybe he knows what is going on.”Turning to the injured woman he gave a mock salute at her remark of being a fan. “Aw, I just do what I can, but it is always nice to meet a fan. You clearly have the good taste to not read the Daily Bugle. I like you already,” he joked. Mentioning the Bugle reminded him of his whole reason for being in this neighborhood today. Osborn was going to be holding a rally not too far away and he had wanted to get some pics of the area beforehand. He didn't trust the Goblin wouldn't pull something and he wanted to have a little look around the area before the rally just in case. “Whoa, guys, lightbulb moment here. All of this craziness, gangs and crooks all piling out of the minivan like some kind of evil clown car? Who else thinks it isn’t a coincidence that his High Craziness himself Norman Osborn is going to be holding a rally not far away? This all strikes me as a distraction.”
Cage chuckled. “Not gonna be voting for the Goblin huh?” “You know it brother. He breathes and the air comes out crooked,” Spidey said. “But first things first. Someone needs to make sure the lady gets the medical assistance she needs, so rock, paper, scissors on who gives her a lift home? Aside from that we have a number of problems to tackle. A pretty dangerous fire and some mugs I recognized as Green Goblin's men to name a few.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 20:31:44 GMT -7
Hawkeye's gaze shifted back and forth between the three, freezing as Spider-Man just happened to fall into the equation. He tried his best to hear the conversation, curious on what was causing Hell's Kitchen to be so active as of tonight. His eyes narrowed at the mention of Norman Osborn. Norman Osborn, better known as the Green Goblin. Owner of Oscorp and constant enemy of Spider-Man. It wouldn't surprise Clint if he was the reason for the insanity he experienced moments ago with the mugging. Or of the scuffle going on down by the docks.
He kept his position on the roof, his eyes still managing to glue themselves to the girl, no matter how hard he tried to ignore his own hunch. The hunch that he knew her in some way. He couldn't help it... Her face rang so many bells, but at the same time, she didn't look like anyone he had ever met before. It would be easier if he had a name to go off of. But did he really want to add to this confusion by revealing himself?
With a sigh, he made his decision. Ah, screw it... With that inner thought, he used a rope to rappel down onto the sidewalk below. He then walked towards them through the shadows, his purple and blue suit being illuminated as he came close enough to be caught by the streetlight. Just at the moment of Spidey's suggestion of a friendly game of Rock, Paper, Scissors.
"Care to amend that to Rock, Paper, Scissors, Bow?" He asked, smirking. "Hello, Spider-Man. Hello, Luke Cage. Hello... Ezio?" He asked, raising a brow at Time Knight's unusual appearance. He examined her up and down. Now that he was closer, he got a good look at all of them. Of course, he knew what Spidey and Luke looked like. This new mask was a completely different story. He wanted to laugh, thinking it was a little ridiculous, but at the same time... She looked like she could kick ass. He then focused his attention on the other girl, the one who's appearance had been bugging him for a very long time. He narrowed his eyes at her, giving a swift greeting nod.
Hawkeye then looked back at Luke and Spider-Man. "Some poor sap nearly got mugged a few blocks down. He would've been dead meat, had I not been there." He announced, crossing his arms. "I was on my way to the dock. News reports are going crazy about some brawl going on in that direction. But then I saw this little meetup... And I just had to. Of course, Cap would probably chew me out if he learned I was here instead of at the tower." He sighed, looking down at the concrete. "But who's telling, am I right? Anyways, I overheard your little Osborn theory. I would normally agree, but something here seems a little fishy. Even for that guy. I say a little investigation is in order. No offense to the Man Without Fear, but he's seriously slacking off around here..."
After a somewhat long silence, he looked back at her. "And you... Look, you can say, I'm fine all you want. It doesn't change the fact that you're bleeding more than an Ebola patient and you need serious help." He almost laughed at his own sick joke. Not only was it lame to do that, but damn, did he crack an offensive one! "Look, guys... I haven't really done much tonight. I volunteer to take the lady back home while you three do your... Web-slinging, punch people stuff." He turned to Time Knight. "And whatever the Hell it is that you do."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2016 21:37:50 GMT -7
Daredevil groaned when the Porcupine leapt into action. Angel echoed his thoughts before joining the fray. He began to make a move, but then stopped himself with a thought; if they didn't put out the fire and fast, everything they did down there would be all for nothing and everybody would be dead. He glanced about for the nearby watertower and found it a few buildings away. Nothing he had on his person would be able to topple it. Not on their own at any rate. He scooped up the C4 charge that Angel had left by the edge of the building and grappled a few buildings over to the water tower's base. It was old and rusted, which only worked in his benefit. He placed the charge on the wall and re-armed it carefully. Enough heat and pressure would cause it to explode. He took a few steps back and felt something clang at his heels. A re-bar. He picked it up and got clear of the roof. Radar Sense don't fail me now, he thought before motioning a crucifix on his person. With an almighty heave, hurled the unbalanced metal pole directly at the charge, causing it to spark and ignite with a loud "POOM!" followed immediately by the loud sound of metal and wood protesting under the strain and lack of support. He turned to Angel, who had just flown past him. "GET CLEAR!" he bellowed, and it seemed a few of the men heard the C4 charge go off amidst their firefight with the Porcupine because then began to retreat away from the armored vigilante as they saw the water tower begin to topple, the shadow looming ominously. And as time seemed to stand still for moments, the water tower came crashing down to earth as a force of nature, its water cache escaping its prison crashing into the fires below, extinguishing the surrounding area, but also catching many men in the backwash, whom got washed around. Daredevil managed to snare a couple of them and pulled them onto the fire escape to safety, he just hoped the others managed to get a few more. Luckily the water tower crash was far enough away from the battle that the water would do little than knock everybody in the area sideways rather than kill them under pressure, which he was fortunate for, but after a moment he began to smell an acrid raw smell. Oil. While much of the flames on the south side were doused by his gamble, the fire began to re-direct north. Daredevil followed the path of the flames with his Radar Sense back to a warehouse that was more primed than the C4 charge he just used. With that much artillery in that warehouse, if the oil reached that building, the explosion could blow a hole in the island! "ANGEL! PORCUPINE!" He cried as he sensed police and EMS pulling unconscious criminals out of the water and into safety, and then pointed towards the warehouse, and where the flames on oil currents were headed. At this rate the flames would engulf the building in less than five minutes!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 18:32:30 GMT -7
"Aw hell!" Exclaimed roger, as he spotted the oil trail that Daredevil was shouting about. Roger dropped the cop he pulled out of the flood onto a truck as he flew full throttle towards the spark. He landed at the front of the warehouse before the fire, firing a stream of liquid cement that splattered over the oil, smothering the flame before it could ignite the charges.
"Phew." Mumbled Roger in relief, as he rubbed some of the oil away from the trail to the warehouse to make sure that is the oil caught fire again it wouldn't reach the explosives. "Crisis averted!" Roger shouted up to DD, before returning to the flooded docks, helping both police and unconscious thugs out of the water. He knew most of them were most likely corrupt to the core working for someone like Hood, but he also knew that at least one of them was most likely just a man desperate for cash, as Roger himself had been.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 22:13:46 GMT -7
Mere moments after he had left the police line, flying back into action at the speed of a roaring plane, Daredevil shouted at him from a nearby water tower. It only took a glance, and finely tuned eyesight to note the charge his crimson-clad comrade had planted, to realize what was about to occur. It was another second before his mind clicked, catching on to the logic behind Daredevil's act. The fire! Of course, they needed to eliminate it, and what better way than to drown it with water? He twirled away, twisting in the air and curving his flight in a circular arc around the blast zone. He didn't know the exact power behind it, but Warren had experienced enough explosives in his time to recognize the average safe distance.
The bomb detonated in a brilliant explosion, blinding to all who looked towards it (except the blind). Warren was not one of those. Instead, he focused back down on the people below. The water would wash them away if they weren't rescued, some perhaps to a very precarious position. He swooped down, wings powerful, skimming the nearby flames with gusts of wind. Two thugs, one per arm, were soon carried away, like a falcon abducting a bundle of rats. They squirmed all the way, shouting profanities and all manner of other unwelcome gestures. It seemed they didn't realize Warren was doing them a favor. "Oh, pipe down. Would you rather I drop you back into the flame?"
Soon enough they were discarded at the cordon, and Angel flew back into the fray. The process was long and arduous, but little by little the gang army was being divided and conquered. It wouldn't be long before they'd all been evacuated, unconscious or otherwise. But then another setback was brought to their attention. There seemed to be no end of them! The fire hadn't been totally destroyed, but had pointed itself in a completely different direction, this time following a rapidly advancing stream of black oil. But it wasn't towards that Daredevil pointed, but rather the warehouse the fire was headed. Of course, if it was just any old warehouse, such a thing wouldn't be that big a deal - but this one, coincidentally enough, just happened to be filled with enough explosives to level the entire Worthington estate!
There was time, though. Time enough to limit the damage. Angel had no way of stopping the fire, but he could perhaps remove the warehouse, or at least get the surrounding people to safety. No sooner had he resolved for the latter, than the most unlikely emerged to save the day. Porcupine. Warren was surprised, to say the least. He hadn't expected him of all people to manage to eliminate the threat altogether! Granted, that suit of his seemed to have an answer for everything. His own intelligence was questionable thus far, but whoever had designed his suit was a brilliant man.
He landed next to the animal-based hero, giving his wings a break as he aided the others in pulling thug and police alike from the lake of the water tower. "Impressive reaction." He started, "It seems I may have misjudged you before. I had thought you weren't quite prepared for a life of heroism merely based on your eagerness to leap to action. That was unwarranted of me. I apologize."
As Warren continued to aid the police in rescuing nearly drowned and injured thugs, he couldn't help but realize the carnage all around them. Crime was rampant in Hell's Kitchen, and although Daredevil had long claimed it as his territory, along with a scant few others, Warren realized it would take more than one to break the rapidly declining trend. Disjointed effort wouldn't amount to anything. Just like in this case, they needed a plan. If heroes were working separately, they'd accomplish nothing; squashing the mouse while ignoring the rat, so to speak. The X-Men came to mind, a team of heroes working together. Perhaps something similar could prove useful here?
It was worth a thought. As it was there was nothing to be done. Warren himself could never afford to front such an effort, he hadn't the time between his responsibilities with the X-Men, as CEO of Worthington Industries, and his other heroing ventures. There was, likewise, no guarantee he could manage to find enough people to support such an effort. No, he was better off doing what he could with what he had currently.
Little did he know, just such a team was forming elsewhere...
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