PROLOGUE
So, okay.
This looks bad.
I mean, how else can it look, right? Two of the heroes of New York, Avengers no less, chasing after each other through the streets of DC and trying to knock out each others' teeth.
With extreme prejudice. Seriously, it's palpable. I'm gonna have the bruises to prove it.
But for once, it's actually not as bad as it looks.
No, really!
Okay, okay, I know, that sound of a cracking rib kinda says otherwise. So I guess, for Cap it's not as bad as it looks. Not so sure about me. But, that's what I get for mixing it up with a super-soldier in hand-to-hand in the name of keeping cover.
I suppose I aught-ta back up a bit, here. Bet you want to know why I'm flailing my fists at Captain America while he beats the snot outta me. Well, given everything that's been going on, you'd probably be right not to listen to a word I say. But, you gotta believe me, I'm trying to warn him.
I mean, I'm not an idiot. If I wanted him dead, I'd do it from a rooftop. That's where my skill is. Me, a normal goob with a bow and arrow (though, admittedly, pretty freaking brilliant at it), going hand-to-hand with Steve Rogers is just plain stupid. I mean, really. The guy survived seventy years frozen in ice. Ice!
But anyways. Backing up...
