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[DANGER]Green eyes snapped open in the dark, a word blaring past sound and straight into his brain before he even understood he was awake. No volume to it or direction like always, the thought sat complete in his head like he’d thought it himself, only his voice didn’t stretch out and pitch high like that.…

“—awl in normally quiet streets behind the Red Lion English pub in Chicago. Two of the Ultimates met in combat not against an external threat, but each other. The event is still fresh in the minds of the locals in this neighborhood, with residents describi—”Orin blinked up at the sixty-inch TV, oversized and bulky back…

There were a hundred things Ricky Flanagan knew he was scared of. About a month ago, that became a hundred-one. The Hulk — green, gray or whatever else the fuck color he went with — was just another nightmare, though… “Shit—shi-shit!” This was a reality, and right near the top of the list too. Both…

How the hell is this line eleven deep? Eleven. On a Thursday. Eleven-forty in the morning and this many people wanted a hotdog. Do none of you have jobs or something? He wasn’t being hypocritical, of course, mostly because he didn’t have one. Not unless standing here listening to the guy at the front try…

In the near-year since General Ross’s ‘death’ at the hands of Weapon X, General Nicholas J. Fury had come to appreciate a level of command that being SHIELD’s star-studded Level Seven hadn’t allotted him. Of course, he talked a big game about it — comparing it to being the Pope, the Queen, and the President…

“—reen Lantern’s got this!”Even with all the work done in post, the voice off the projected video came through distant and faded; a miracle of technology that anything could be made out over that distance. That drunken orbit SHIELD birds and news choppers kept around the burning tower didn’t help one bit, the constant thump…

The world rocked Clint entirely off his feet, the floor rising up to meet him as he went flying in one motion. His body was mid-air, already through the open stairwell door and spinning across concrete with a hard grunt. The agent landed hard, his sudden stop several levels past uncomfortable; the world still twisting…

Parking in New York, I swear. It had only gotten worse since little Dr. Banner threw another of his big boy tantrums four weeks back — the second one on Fury’s watch. That one had gotten the man fuming mad. Not that he’d shown it, of course. Jolly Saint Nick liked to keep that calm…