They had thought that after the invasion there would never be an event that caused such destruction, they had thought that after the Avenger's Airport brawl there wouldn't be a greater fight between people with powers above human. They thought that the remaining Avengers would be the ones protecting them. They had thought wrong.

It was High above the action in a police copter far away from the carnage Vision and War Machine was causing in their fight against Blueman, there sat a regular cop. He was no different from any other good cop, perhaps more naive than any New York had any right to be but he had experience on his side. He went by the name Kirby but it wasn't his name that was important at this moment, he was just an observer, a cop given a role to observe the heroes from his chopper, what was important was that role, because from his chopper he could see everything.

He had been given the orders to keep an eye on the confrontation from a distance, not to engage but just document to the ongoing conflict between to the titans of Earth. Kirby was just to stay there until military choppers arrived on site, but what he saw enraged him, and he had it all on proverbial tape. He had seen the heroes shoot a missile at blue vigilante, ramming through the very building they stood on. Kirby could only take one thing from this, the ones to start this fight were the Avengers' War Machine and Vision. They hadn't seemed to even try to negotiate.

Action seemed to be their forte.

Kirby continued to monitor this fight, this brawl, his co-pilot by his side, with tension rising throughout my body. He could feel it in his bones as War Machine quickly lost his weapons, fear rose further by the nonchalant usage of the Suit Unibeam tearing up the street, even then the vigilante walked through it. That next set of amazing action was when the windows all along the street shattered under the raw force of one of Blueman's missed blows caused. The fight was much more destructive than even his wildest dreams. If it wasn't for the small size of the android then the damage came from him being smashed through the buildings would have been worse.

The action was only becoming more destructive, only spreading to a wider area, Kirby would have to call in for the area that they had set up blockades in to, an attempt to keep civilian casualties to a minimum, to be increased but he wasn't sure that they widen for enough. Kirby could only really blame the Avengers for not trying hard enough for a peaceful solution.

But for all the blame that he could lay at the feet of these Avengers, it wasn't them that frightened him the most. It was the Blueman that did that, he walked through everything they threw at him. He was like the everlasting sun, blinding and invincible to all those that attack it. A Titan amongst Gods, they had power, he was a power, and as Iron Man finally arrived to scene in his massive armor Kirby knew that this could only make things worse.

They were lucky, if they were even a few seconds more they would have been too late. There would have too much attention in the area. Too many eyes on the scene for their goal to work. But also the coming rain would have destroyed whatever material they needed that would have been at the scene. He had been given task with greater importance than the one given to his compatriots, they were just getting a special subject but there are many that could fill that role. None could replace the most important part of the project. That was when his phone rang.

That would be his latest employer. He had worked numerous jobs like this over the years for a number of people. It was at one point the Soviets, another time it was the Chinese. He had been using his unique talents for years, that was until he met a certain my of a multi-headed organization. There gave him tools necessary to increase his game. To take to further heights. Their fall, that just meant that the chains of working for them had been cut loose and he was free to take independent jobs like this.

"Hello," The worker answered, his tone somehow displaying the years of work he had been doing jobs like this. "Of course Mr. Da Costa, I'm just not sure how clean these samples are? After all, there is a lot of sewerage about, it could have contaminated them," He could only nod. "No, I understand sir, you don't have to blackmail me," There was another response, anger could be felt from the words being said at the other end, the unnamed man paled. "Yes, it does show what they're willing to do when angered, it would be a shame for them to learn of my involvement," He shook his head. "No more lip from me sir."

That was the end of that talk, the man sat on a nearby motorbike, there was very little he could do now, his boss had him in a vice grip. Still, there was a power that came from this event, of the beings involved but also of knowing that it was by his hand that it happened. He knew that this feeling of accomplishment wouldn't last, not with a new chain around his neck at the hand of AIM, but that would go to show Dmitri not to allow his head to get so big again. After all, Chameleons have plenty of predators.

It wasn't every day since Spiderman became a hero that he arrived late, most of the time he arrived just in time. He hadn't really been a part of anything at this level, even that brawl at the Airport hadn't caused this much chaos, oh there was more damage to the airport than there was to this one street but the airport didn't have an entire building collapse under it, just a tower. In either case, this fight started somewhere in Hell's Kitchen, with the building being destroyed in between there and here.

It wasn't the worst that this city had experienced but that never meant it was a good thing. At least six people were injured in the fight, some people even can't even be found in this mess. They were missing, the cops still had to follow the standard rules, because it could just be fear mongering.

Still, the broken Hulkbuster suit was a sight that Peter had never thought he would see, at least not here in New York. Not where such a suit would cause far more damage than whatever threat it could face, a smaller longer range suit would be better, could allow you to take the fight out of the city, lead the guy you're fighting away.

Peter dropped down from the sky, landing just downward from Vision who was still struggling to stand, he was slipping and tripping over nothing, his face set with look that screamed of his determination. Vision looked up to him, rising his hand for help from his position, with that politeness that signaled his upbringing the Spiderman did so with a nervous grin.

"Thank you," Vision said his voice steady and calm as he struggled to stay standing. He leaned forward, brushing against a wall, that was when Peter finally got a better look at his elder's face. It was blackened in areas, mainly around the yellow gem on his forehead. Vision's face, on the other hand, has a rather large dent in it. "Where did that-" He was interrupted by the younger man.

"You alright?" The concern Peter had couldn't be seen due to his mask but still, it could be heard in his tone of voice. "I think you should sit, sir."

"Your concern is touching but I-" Just as he was about to leap up into the sky, in what was no doubt attempt to find the escaping Blueman, Vision's cape was yanked back snapping his butt to the ground with a loud clang. "That was unnecessary-"

"Wait," Spiderman interrupted him with a speed that deterred the android from further action. He touched his ear as if he was accepting a call. "Yes, Mr. Stark I have him right here," Vision felt a chill grow up his spine. It was as he could a feel a surge of rage that existed on the other side of the call. "Oh no, he's not going anywhere, I got him caped down."

Vision stewed for a minute, thinking about how the fight went. He hadn't expected that level of strength from the vigilante. Form what the reports they had gotten from the police, Blueman had been injured by weapons that had weaker yields than he was capable with his own beams. He seemed to have gotten extraordinary stronger than he had been even two or three months ago.

"Eh," Spiderman sounded a noise grabbing the caped Avenger's attention once more. "Mr. Stark wants you to head back to the hospital with Rhody," It wasn't a question the young man was asking, it was a statement he was making. Then he broke his mood when turned to the suit and said. "Does Mister Stark know you took the keys to the Hulkbuster? I mean, I've heard of joyrides ending badly, but yeesh..."

"But someone has to catch up with that mani-"

"Right," A new voice spoke from nearby, the two turned over to the erupting sound coming from the broken pieces of the Hulkbuster suit. War Machine popped up with a grace that seemed to contrast with the melted chunks and loose connections all over his armor. "Because that has been working out great so far."

I wasn't long making my way to the coast, the great Atlantic Ocean was out there ahead of me. There I was sitting on a beach, I don't know which beach or even where exactly I was but I knew that it what I was looking at was the ocean. I could feel it.

I took off what little foot protection I had left on my feet, throwing them miles away into the watery distance, letting my feet feel the cool refreshing air for just a few moments before walking back onto the dry part of the beach. Laying down I stared up into the sky, I knew that eventually, that satellite would allow them to follow me to this location, I could see one from my position but I couldn't be sure that it was actually following me or was just a random one. Couldn't allow fear to control my actions, I would have to stay calm.

"They may be watching me at this moment," it was a thought that made it hard for me to even come up with a way around the satellite. "That's it!" I exclaimed finally drawing the attention of a nearby passerby.

"You okay mate?"

I ignored the man by leaping into the water far out of sight. I dove deep under the water, my world becoming a watery mess, the cool feel of it calming down me further than I had been before. I began to wonder how long I could swim underwater without breathing as I began swimming out into the ocean at a speed that I hoped no one could match. Whenever I was going to, I don't know but I felt that Matt had a handle on the small time in Hell's Kitchen and with me out of the city hopefully War Machine and Vision will refocus their investigation on other suspects for the poisoning. If not then I will just pray that Matt doesn't get too far over his head without me for now.

A little vacation would be good for me.

Author's Note: I have very little to say. But shout out to Visual Pun for a great list of Spiderman quips to use on Vision.