Author's Note: Whoever can read this note, if they be worthy will wield the power of A Irishman. The only real power that is unique to the Irish has is calling crisps/potato chips Tayto.

In a way, this reminded me of my brief time spent boxing before Junior Cert. I had never been good at it, never too big on going in on the offense. Much too comfortable with the defense positions, never liked to use the full force of my blows. I tried learning to be different with it, but I was under the impression that the people teaching weren't that interested.

This was almost like the first time I sparred, my opponent was bigger and heavier than me. There was a towering presence to each strike he made, the ring would shift under the raw force. I think that the people at training didn't like me very much, but eventually, I got over it and started to train somewhere else that didn't try to paste me into the ground. This fight felt very much like that first spar in that old boxing club, except here I wasn't in a ring, so when the street started to shake came off as a bit more worrying.

When my fist met the Hulkbuster fist with an incredible amount of force, outmatching the clap that I had done earlier against Vision I was shocked to find myself falling back. It was not that he overpowered me but that the ground could not take the force of my feet put it under. The asphalt crumbled under the power, it wasted away and I slide back from the blow.

I jumped out of the way of a blast from the suits massive repulsors, beam scraping across the ground and shoving a nearby car into a building like it was hanging a picture. The suit leaped at me with a speed that belayed its size, the boosters on him shoot him at me allowing me to be grabbed by his man-sized hand and dragged along the building like a rake. My form shattered concrete and eventually, he got bored of it and flung like one would throw a baseball, the speed sending high into the night's sky.

Lucky for me my powers allowed to still my momentum in mid-flight, unfortunate for me was the oncoming blast from Vision smacking into me like a train. I quickly fell in an attempt to evade the blast, ducking, weaving, and doing whatever it took to evade each blow. A fact that the Iron Man took great pleasure in taking advantage of this move. He slammed into the pavement, to screams of the rapidly retreating civilians and he then grabbed my leg and swung me into the road.

The impact causing my profile to be imprinted on its black surface. Twice more was this move done to me each time I felt that he was doing more damage to the ground than to me. At the third attempt I placed my hands out in front of me, they grinded through the concrete path in front of me, allowing me to grab whatever pipes were under there. This meant that the next time he lifted me Iron Man meet more resistance to his pull than he expected, giving me the surprise.

At the third pull I let go, the momentum this allowed me was the impetus of flinging myself into the air, dragging the armored man with me. He held fast and true as we descended towards the sky but I was finally able to look at the hand around my limb, and so I glared at it. My Heat Vision was on the highest that I had ever used it for, causing the eyes to which they came from to sting slightly from the use. That was when the Vision's blast interceded once more, the yellow energy whacking me from the sky, thankfully the blow also caused the suit's now malleable hand to let go of me, Iron Man's flight apparatus giving him the agency for a soft landing that I was denied as a slam into an empty Jeep, caving in its roof.

"You," I wheezed out, not so much from pain but just from the stress. "Know I expected more witty banter from Iron Man, you know a bit of jibing," I leaped away from the now burning car as Iron Man blasted it. "Not this deadly silence." I ducked under a swing, kicking the back the suit's elbow, dinging it.

"Mr. Stark is not in the talking mood," Vision landed gently, his form standing about 20 feet from were the two of were exchanging blows, no doubt looking for a clear shot at me while I went around targeting the Hulkbuster's limbs, burning the joints with heat vision and then slamming my fist into them. This was the continued pattern until the Vision cam upon phased through Iron Man and latched on to me, his arms forming around me in a full nelson.

This meant that the incoming blow from the mech became undodgeable as Vision and I were sent spiraling into the sky, far over the nearby buildings, over a terrified police helicopter and above a screaming city. I elbowed the robotic man in the head, the strike powerful enough to knock his grip loose, spinning in what was no doubt a waste of energy I kicked him up further into the sky, knocking him into the cloud cover. That was when I heard the form of Iron Man boosting up towards me.

"You know!" I turned, yelling and waving in an attempt to be heard over the wind at this height. "Might be for the best that we don't go back down!" I pointed around us, at the vast emptiness of the sky. He nodded at me, strangely staying silent for the talkative billionaire. That was when the Vision returned, by blasting me right back down into the city below.

Dropping, I attempted to readjust myself so that I could land on the ground assisted with my limited flight powers as gently as possible. It didn't help too much because I slammed into the top of a large building under construction hard enough to break through the roof and land into the level below. Sawdust, wood chips and bent metal girders were what broke my fall, still, the damage wasn't too bad, only a smallish hole in the roof and a few pieces of construction equipment and materials. That was when things got worse.

A large missile like object slammed into the floor beside me, making its own hole. It smoked and rumbled, shaking until it glowed white-hot, I jumped throwing myself onto the fall and keeping my eyes away from the device as it then exploded in a fiery display that collapsed both the building above me and below me. Darkness soon filled in my vision.

Jim shoved his wife into the halls of their apartment building, their daughter ahead of them by seconds. Louise grabbed what was left of the staff that was serving in this lone building, the rest having fled in a ensuring chaos the news of the oncoming fight as the news of the heroes breaking through the police barrier was taken with the terror that one would of a super hurricane. Jim and she shoved them down the stairs, fast but not yet running, as tripping could be just as fatal to them as the brawl outside would be.

They were heading down, below the ground floor, Fisk has an emergency bunker installed into some of the newer buildings he owned, in case of a deadly situation such as this. It was made of some kind of great alloy, but not all that expensive, at least when bought at these high qualities just thick and powerful. Standard science created this bunker, not super science, and so it could hold only what its size bellowed, enough food for at least over a hundred people for at least a year.

Sadly, that was the reason why Jim kept his daughter from informing the rest of the building about the bunker. He wanted to ensure that there would be enough supplies to last them in case there were problems, like for instance the whole building collapsing on top of them. The more supplies the better chance they had in getting rescued before they ran out.

When they had entered into the bunker, they had drifted apart like a spread of water being splattered on the ground. Louise landed on the couch with several of the serving staff they had brought with them, turning the TV and changing it over to a new channel that was chronicling the fight.

"Oh, that right bastard!" The youngest O'Reilly yelled at the sneak attack done by the Vision, mostly due to the fact that it at least looked like the Blueman was trying to surrender.

"Louise." Her father grumbled loudly, his voice was showing both tensions at their situation and anger at her such of language. He had enough issues with her because of her verbally attacking Mr. Fisk, Jim was not going to allow her any leeway even in this stressful situation.

That was things got confusing, walking out from one of the large toilet rooms were six rather men, each coming just one or two inches shorter than Louise's impressive 6 feet 7 inches. Dark suits with no ties but while they were expensive looking they lacked a refined look to their stances that defined the high class, reminding Jim of primates dressed up as people rather than a normal person. Coming up from behind them was a sickly looking fellow with a pink hood under the equally pink suit.

"Oh," His voice oozed something sinister, far more sinister than any of the criminals that Jim had worked with over the course of his life. The man's face was covered in shadow, unseen to all in the room. "Mr. O'Reilly and his young child, our leader would like to have a word with you."

Vision had landed down on top of the rubble, all his senses searching for the target. He hoped that the missile from the Hulkbuster suit had taken him out, but with Blueman's prior showcase of durability, he sincerely doubted it would do so. His senses both natural and supernatural searched for the enemy but found nothing, it was like Blueman had just disappeared.

"We'll have to search through the rubble for-" That was when Doyle reappeared in a flash of speed, in his arm a large steel girder. The Blue vigilante smacked the android with the force of a tank, sending flying back into the sky in an out of control spiral. From there Iron Man came in with a full repulsor blast from both arms, Blueman effortless blurred around the beams and slammed his fists into the faceplate of the Hulkbuster armor.

Interspersed with bursts of heat vision, he continued to hammer down the slower suit, putting dents into the armor. Eventually, Vision returned, spearing Blueman with and all the grace one would expect from a wrestler. They slammed right through the only remain, Blueman managing to twist themselves around so that he landed on top, he grabbed onto the androids head and bashed it into the ground, planting it like would a tree.

"Now," He turned quickly taking hold of the oncoming leg of the hulking Iron Man suit, and flipping it onto the still planted Vision. "No more sneak attacks." Doyle leaped away from this scene as quickly as he could, landing and then decided that running would be the better option at this moment.

It almost was the best idea, if it wasn't for the speed Vision could fly through buildings at, another yellow beam slammed him through a support for the nearby train tracks, a pillar that held up the tracks was now missing such a large chuck anyone would be able to tell that a passing train would cause the whole thing to fall over from the weight.

"Okay," Pat spoke up from my place on the ground, the remains of his costume covered in the grey dust of concrete. He hopped, dodging another oncoming beam of the robotic man. This pattern was repeated twice more before Blueman reached Vision and started to pound with several large blows to the face. "I've had enough of you!"

More beams and even fists of his own were thrown by the android, all of them blocked or dodged leaving the road beneath the tracks all torn up. Blueman soaked up a few of blows, pressing the palm of his hands against the Visions forehead, blocking the beams up and building up the pressure quickly. It then blasted the two away from each other, Pat just getting knocked away while Vision was now seemingly unconscious.

The Blueman twirled back up to his feet and was about to walk away but then something happened, the sound of the tracks above shaking. Instantly leaping towards the shattered pillar with a rush that left a wind tunnel in his wake, Blueman held onto the top of the concrete pillar with the palm of his hands, holding it in place for the passing train. Unseen to the people of the train but not to the onlookers around him.

For a moment there was silence.

Then a thunderous applause was let out, blanketing the area in sound. A young boy had his phone out, quickly snapping up a video of the whole incident between Blueman and VIsion. There were yells of 'woohoo', and cries of joy at the display of heroism.

"I was just doing what-" He started, even with a low volume it seemed to quiet the expect for a single man who yelled.

"You rule Bluedude!"

"Thank you," Doyle continued over him, his face having such a look of genuine surprise it seemed to send the crowd in an uproar once more with even greater volume, yelling even more compliments at the already very embarrassed fellow. When they finally calmed down he spoke once more "I'll have to juice but," Pointing at the down VIsion. "If he asked I went in the other direction, right?"

Without waiting for a response the vigilante blasted down the road, sadly for him, the other member of this brawl had just arrived, stomping down on the road like a hippo, clotheslining the passing man flipping him around in mid-air but the Blueman used this to his advantage. He leaned on his feet and continued his way forward unphased by the otherwise mighty blow.

The slower suit rapidly turned around to lumber after him from the sky, not daring to let off any of his long-range weapons so not to hit any of the innocent bystanders along the road. It was a race that neither side could afford to lose, well Iron Man could but not Pat. So it was a race that one side could not afford to lose, good news for then as he seemed to be outpacing the large armor with an advantage that none would have thought, leaving the hulking machine behind.

Until a pair hands arose from the road and grabbed the legs of a young vigilante. Doyle face planted into the road with the face of a small explosive, dust and debris filled a small section of the air its black substance. Vision kept his hold on him, dragging his body into the road itself, his intention with this move clear.

"That was kind of dark," The metallic voice of the Iron Man suit told his friend. "Isn't suffocation meant to be one of the worst deaths?"

"It is more than he deserves," Vision said, rising from the floor, dark burn marks darting around his forehead gem, he let out a soft scoff at the location that their foe lay beneath. "We'll call Ross to let him know where the body is-"

Now he was the one being interrupted, but not with words, like the Blueman before him but by the sounds of an ever-approaching screech, it got louder and louder. The road started to bulge slightly before it seemed to just explode with the roar of rage. Their visions become clouded by road chucklets, sewerage and what seemed to be crushed concrete filling their eyes. A floating figure, arose from the smoke, the only thing visible was the deep red glow to his eyes, that was when Vision noticed that for the first time Blueman was bleeding.

With a speed that the two Avengers couldn't react to, he swept them with a barrage of fists. Smashing and denting the materially of that the Vision and the suit were made of. For the suit this wasn't too big of a deal, it was just armor. Vision, on the other hand, felt each blow and it was like nothing he had ever felt before.

He was left on the floor, for the first time in his life, in a daze from a purely physical blow. Vision briefly wondered if this was what Ultron felt in his last moments. The terrifying knowledge that you face an opponent not only your superior but that also wanted nothing but the destruction of everything you fought for, everything you cared for and they were going to end you, not in a maybe sense but as fact. This was the end.

Vision could only watch as the Hulkbuster's limb joints were so melted that replacements couldn't be attached, he could but watch as the superhuman battered the suit down to the ground, in flashes of red, with yells of anger and the banging of metal. Soon Blueman stuck his fingers inside the helmet, through the metal with nothing but the force he could muster. He tore it off like one would a band-aid, only to let out a shocked gasp.

"You're-"

It was the sound of a hospital that woke him finally. The sound of patients screaming in pain down the hall, of nurses gossiping out in the halls and the beeping of the heart monitor beside him that woke Tony Stark from his slumber. But that was not the only thing that greeted him once he woke. The sight of his ex-girlfriend and CEO of his company, Pepper Potts, wiping her eyes in front of him was the most alarming thing to him at the moment.

"Your eyes are red, "He spoke up, shocking her into attention. "A few tears for your long lost boss?" Tony graced her with the gentlest smile he could manage with how tired he felt. She leaped to his side, eyes full of tears of what Tony could only hope was joyful.

"Tony," She whispered, pressing her hand into his. "You're awake."

The two sat there in silence, just basking in the others attention. It had been at least a year for when the two of them had a moment to themselves like this, he only wished that it hadn't taken him getting poisoned to force them back together like this. That was when the next most alarming thing had finally entered into his field of view. A TV on the news channel broadcasting the terribly dangerous superhuman brawl happening right now.

"Fuck," Tony swore, jumping Pepper from her peaceful thoughts. Things had just gotten very stressful once again, as Tony watched the footage of Vision starting a fight with the vigilante he comes to recruit. "Pepper get Rhodey on the…" He paused at the sight of the Hulkbuster suit slamming on to the screen. "Get FRIDAY to stop the fight."

"War Machine?" Doyle spoke aloud, his confusion was plain to see. "I thought that…" At his pause Vision practically sprung at him, only to get slapped away like one would a bug. Bashing Vision off the side of a building.

Blueman dropped off the large Iron Man suit, taking a look around the ruined streets and the trail of destruction that the fighting had caused. It was pure carnage, it ached to know that his good attentions led to such an end. As much as it pained him to do so though, he would have to leave before his enemies could regain their bearings, he would have to hope that Matt would be able to solve the inciting incident by himself because as long as Blueman was in the city, the Avengers here would come for him. Blueman turned to leave, his torn top bellowing in the breeze, only to be stopped by a voice yelling out.

"I will stop you." Vision spoke up, slipping on the ground his feet were unsteady. What he spoke was not a threat, it was not an opinion, not to Vision. For he firmly believed that he would stop the young man before him. Pat gave him a soft smile, nodded his head, his domino mask somehow still on his face.

"Stop what?" He asked the falling hero, Blueman practically blasted out of sight. Wherever he had gone even Vision might've had trouble following him if he was even able to stand. The Avengers were left there, with the sounds of oncoming police and ambulance sirens off in the distance being the only thing that Vision could focus on now. But Rhodes and Vision did share one thought, what could have done differently to have won that fight. Unknownst to them, that was a thought shared by the retreating Blueman.

Author's Note: I say next week, I get the chapter done by Wednesday, what is literally wrong with me?

This chapter is a lot shorter than the previous one, mostly because it is really only the second part of the fight scene, not really an equal in size chapter to the last. I included the Tony and O'Reilly scenes because Jim's part involves a future plotline that I need to introduce now or it will just be too random and Tony was part of the reveal. Still, I wonder did anyone figure out the twist here.

This isn't the end of the New York arc of the story, there is a lot still to go through. Mostly because even if he isn't there that doesn't mean that things won't be still happening in New York, that is a reason for a diverse pov story after all. I hope that I didn't disappoint people with this fight, as some of my notice I am a bit new when it comes to long-form writing and I think it can show in how I describe fight scenes. I tried to be fair to all parties as possible but Vision and even the Hulkbuster don't have the type of weaponry necessary to take down a Kryptonian without prior knowledge of all his power set.

I hope that people don't think that I was trying to bash Vision here. It's just that he has proven to be a bit unused to dealing with emotions, as Civil War proves. If he gets emotional then he will make mistakes. So this is him dealing with feelings he never thought he would. It clouded his judgment.

The next piece will hopefully be another interlude, any guesses on what it will be about.