"Ouch."

Predator awoke. He rubbed his forehead and stared up at the blank gray ceiling of a S.H.I.E.L.D. containment cell. His head hurt something awful, thanks to the truck that had hit him.

"Ah, you're awake," said someone in a deep, somber voice. Predator turned to face the speaker: the famous Director Fury, head of the Strategic Homeland Initial… bleh. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s acronym was way too convoluted.

Fury stood on the other side of a blue energy shield that bisected the room. A prison cell. Great.

"Mind answering a few questions?" asked Fury.

"Come back later. I'm still recovering." Predator spat.

Somebody new walked into the room, a woman in a zebra striped cat suit. The mask covered all of her face, reducing her eyes to gold facets, but for some reason allowed her hair to escape out the back in a big poofy ponytail.

She looked…

"Aw, don't tell me you're still bleeding from the poke I gave you earlier, Iron Man wannabe," the woman said.

…Like a sardonic brat.

"White Tiger here and Spider-Man brought you in for attacking a super hero. Anything you'd like to say in response to that?" said Director Fury.

Predator sighed and sat up. "I was hunting Kraven. Spider-Man interrupted and let him escape."

"Forgive me if I'm a bit skeptical, Predator." Fury said in false consideration.

"What do you want from me?" Predator snarled. "That's the truth, whether or not you want to believe it. Your choice, Fury." Fury sighed and hung his head in disappointment.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue, or should I say Tiger?" Predator insulted his captor.

Fury frowned. "Alright, then. If that's how you want things…" The Director turned to White Tiger. "Would you handle this, please?"

"With pleasure," said White Tiger. Fury nodded at her and walked out of the room. The door shut with a loud *click.*

"Puh-lease," said Predator. "Think you can make me talk, Princess Ponytail?"

"Looks like we are about to find out, bucko." Tiger said in a singsong voice as she cracked her knuckles.

"I've been through much worse, Ponytail. What makes you think that you could do anything new?" Predator said. But he was nervous. The girl had managed to knock him out through his armor- that took some serious power. If she got down to it, she might do some damage even through his suit.

And he really didn't want to test that.

"You got a good point," Tiger observed, placing her hands on her hips. "But even super armor can only protect you for so long..." She sounded like she was smiling underneath her mask.

"That a threat?" Drat. She had called his bluff. What was he going to do now?

Then Director Fury walked back into the room. "Hold it, White Tiger. We've called in Tony Stark. If he can't pop our uncooperative friend out of his armor, nobody can."

"Aw," White Tiger pouted. "I was just gonna get started!" But she left with Director Fury.

Predator sat for a moment in silence. Tony Stark, huh? Fancy playboy dude, billionaire philanthropist? And mechanical genius? Great. He might not be able to take apart Predator's armor, but he could probably disable some very important stuff.

He stood up and stretched. "Sorry, Director Fury, but I'm going to have to take a rain check on this meeting of yours."

Predator flipped up a panel in his left gauntlet, just above his elbow. Therein was a big red button. He pressed it.

POP

Compacted EMP devices were very, very useful. The lights went out, the AC ground to a halt, and the energy shield fizzed out of existance.

'Why do people make their doors like that? Predator wondered. Especially in prison cells...'

In a flash, Predator was out of the containment cell and next to the steel door of the room. Let's see… the helmet computer analyzed the door, calculating composition, weight, durability and a variety of other factors. Aha! Predator punched the door on the frame, opposite the lock. His fist dug into the metal, and Predator wrenched up, then body slammed the door.

The door folded in half and collapsed into the outside hallway. There was the White Tiger lady.

She barely had a seconds notice before the Predator was on top of her. A quick kick to the face sent White Tiger flying backwards through the air. She hit the ground in a crumpled heap.

"Hey!"

There was a gunshot and a bullet whizzed past Predator's face. He turned to see Nick Fury aiming at him. Predator fired his grappling hook at the Fury, but the Director of SHIELD dodged quite handily. Then he grabbed a grenade off of his belt, pulled the pin, and threw it back at Predator.

"A grenade? Are you serious?" Predator laughed as he reached out and snagged the grenade out of midair, "this armor was made to withst-" The grenade didn't explode. It let off a piercing sonic shriek.

"Ahhhh!" Predator howled as he sank down unto one knee, and pressed his hands onto the part of his helmet that covered his ears.

"I don't care what the armor was made to withstand," Fury said as he looked down on Predator, "but I now know that you can't withstand noise at that frequency." Predator closed his hand holding the sonic grenade, crushing it. The high pitched wail stopped. Then Predator stood up and deployed his gauntlets claws.

"Last chance to get out of my way before I take you down!" Predator snarled as he got into a fighting stance. To his shock Fury stepped aside. But why look a gift horse in the mouth? Predator ran past him. However as he ran past Fury, he heard a strange pinging noise.

White Tigers p.o.v

A massive headache was the first sensation I felt as I regained conciseness.

"Ah, you're awake, Ava." Fury said. I looked up and saw him with an outstretched hand in front of him. I took his hand and allowed him to help me to my feet.

"Where is he?" I snarled as I quickly looked around.

"He's gone. I let him go." Fury stated as he crossed his arms. I felt the inner tiger roar inside of me upon hearing this.

"You let him go!?" I snarled.

"Well I let him leave, but I didn't let him go without having a way to track him down." Fury replied as he pulled a smart phone out of his coat.

"A tracker, I should have known." I said, realizing just what Fury had done. "Can we send the whole team after him now?"

"I think that you'll be all we need, Tiger," said Fury.

"Why me? I'm a little confused, Director Fury. Won't I need backup?" I asked him.

"Think about it; you scared him back there. I could tell..." Fury said before walking out the room. I smiled. Rematch!