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[A clean-up crew works around a giant deceased Chitauri alien creature with pointed teeth. Alien artefacts lie among the rubble. Walking through the site, Toomes gives a worker a thumbs up. He turns to Herman Schultz, who is one of his workers.]

Toomes: No, hey! Uh-uh! You can't saw through that stuff. These alien bastards are tough. You gotta use the stuff they use.

'You can say that again.' Steve muttered.

[He picks up an alien object from the ground and uses it as a tool to break down the Chitauri chariot.]

Toomes: See?

'That's pretty smart.' T'Challa commented, 'Not everyone would have thought to do that.'

'Toomes is pretty smart to be fair.' Peter replied.

Schultz: All right.

Toomes: All right. (to Brice) Oh, hey! Glad you could join us. Afternoon.

Brice: Yeah. My alarm didn't go off.

'Always a good excuse.' Bruce said, with a smile.

Toomes: Yeah, yeah, yeah, your alarm. Look, just go stack that armour plating like I asked you. This is a huge deal for us.

[Anne Marie Hoag, the director of the Department of Damage Control, walks into the salvage site with her crew.]

'Who are they?' Ned asked.

'They're from the department of damage control.' Tony explained.

Anne Marie Hoag: Attention, please! In accordance with Executive Order 396B, all post-battle cleanup operations are now under our jurisdiction. Thank you for your service. We'll take it from here.

Scott winced and looked at Tony. He felt sorry for these guys. They were just trying to do their job.

Toomes: Who the hell are you?

DODC Agent: Qualified personnel.

'I didn't mean to put a whole load of people out of work.' Tony said, feeling guilty. Whenever I try to do a good thing it always ends up backfiring. Tony thought.

Toomes: Look, I have a city contract to salvage all this, okay, with the city, so-

Anne Marie Hoag: I apologise, Mr. Toomes, but all salvage operations are now under our jurisdiction. Please turn over any and all exotic materials that you've collected, or you will be prosecuted.

'He is not going to be happy about that.' Stephen commented.

[The workers look puzzled. A worker slips an alien artefact that looks like a power source into his pocket unnoticed.]

Tony frowned. I thought it was Toomes who ran the business? He wondered.

Toomes: Ma'am, what am I- Please. Come here. Hey, lady, come on. Look... I bought trucks for this job. I brought in a whole new crew. These guys have a family. I have a family. I'm all in on this. I could lose my house.

'I do kinda feel sorry for him.' Natasha commented.

'He was in a bad situation but that doesn't excuse what he did.' Tony replied.

'What did he do?' Natasha asked, in confusion.

'You'll see.' Tony replied.

Anne Marie Hoag: I'm sorry, sir. There's nothing I can do.

[Toomes is left to stare at her back as she leaves. Behind him, a Damage Control Agent speaks up.]

DODC Agent: Maybe next time, don't over extend yourself.

'That was a brave thing for him to say.' Rhodey added, looking at the annoyed look on the man's face.

[Toomes looks around and grins.]

Toomes: What'd you say?

That's not going to go down well. Sam thought.

[He looks around at his crew of workers. Brice whistles.]

Toomes: Yeah, he's right. I overextended myself.

[Suddenly, he punches the agent. The agents point their guns at him.]

'For a non-powered mortal that looked like a very powerful punch.' Thor commented.

Worker: Don't do it.

Anne Marie Hoag: Put them down.

[The agents lower their guns.]

'Thank goodness she had some common sense. The situation could've been a lot worse otherwise.' Vision said, having run calculations on a number of different outcomes.

Anne Marie Hoag: If you have a grievance, you may take it up with my superiors.

Toomes: Your superiors. Who the hell are they?

'That's a good point.' MJ commented, 'How is he supposed to know?'