"THE TIME HAS COME FOR THE WORLD TO TREMBLE BEFORE OUR MIGHT! HAIL HYDRA!" The lead gunman yelled, firing his rifle into the sky.
"Death from a web!" Scarlet Spider yelled, kicking the man from behind. The Hydra goons scrambled as their "leader" fell onto them. Behind him, Spider Man watched as the near-identical person viciously attacked the troops.
"Yeesh, talk about hotheaded," he muttered.
Captain America and the Commander, as he called himself, were holding their own against a swarm of random bad guys armed with assault rifles and pistols.
"Now I'm bored," the Commander said, throwing his shield and ducking under a table. The disk did its job, smashing into their heads before coming back towards the tiny desk. The Commander quickly rushed out and caught the shield with relative ease.
Cold Steel stood in his spot, letting every bullet and grenade lobbed at him bounce harmlessly.
"Ah, kids," he muttered, then raised his hands. The group instantly scrambled. "Oh, where you goin? Fun's just starting."
He fired his palm cannons, blowing the barrels behind him.
"Yo, shiny! Watch it!" Spider Man yelled as he swung nearby, kicking an enemy from a ledge.
"You watch it," Cold Steel replied, turning his attention to the large truck now heading for him. Another goon aimed out the passenger window, firing. "Primary power, 5 percent," Cold Steel said, and his armor adjusted accordingly. He cocked his arm back, then launched it forward, slamming his fist into the nose of the truck head on. A car striking a solid object at 55 miles an hour gets quite the damage meter. In the first tenth of a second, the front bumper and grill collapse. The second 10th finds the hood crumbling, rising and striking the windshield as the spinning rear wheels lift from the ground. Simultaneously, fenders begin wrapping themselves around the solid object. Although the car's frame has been halted, the rest of the car is still going 55 miles per hour. Instinct causes Dumbass to stiffen his legs against the crash, and they snap at the knee joint. During the third 10th of the second, the steering wheel starts to disintegrate and the steering column aims for Dumbass's chest. The fourth 10th of the second finds two feet of the car's front end wrecked, while the rear end still moves at 35 miles per hour. Dumbass's body is still traveling at 55 miles per hour. In the fifth tenth of a second, Dumbass is impaled on the steering column, and blood rushes into his lungs. The sixth tenth of a second, the impact has built up to the point that Dumbass's feet are ripped out of tightly laced shoes. The brake pedal breaks off. The car frame buckles in the middle. Dumbass's head smashes into the windshield as the rear wheels, still spinning, fall back to earth. In the seventh 10th of the second, hinges rip loose, doors fly open and the seats break free, striking Dumbass from behind. The seat striking Dumbass does not bother him because he is already dead. The last three-tenths of the second mean nothing to Dumbass.
IF he was dead, Cold Steel thought. His feet finally touched the ground. The instant he knew the truck was going to ram him, he boosted back, and applied just enough pressure to total the truck, but not its occupants.
"They better be alive," Iron Man said from behind Cold Steel. The pure gold Mark II looked back at him, then ripped off the driver door as if it was nothing. Cold Steel reached in and pulled the driver out. The man was bloodied, and groaning, but alive. Cold Steel smacked him in the face.
"Yo, buddy. You just hit official Stark technology at 63 miles an hour. Congratulations. That's ten years jail time. You also exceeded the speed limit here. That's $75, and a lifetime of jail on account of your being Hydra. Have a nice day," he said, then punched him. "All in a day's work, huh?"
Iron Man sighed, then shook his head. "If you're going to be part of the Avengers, you're going to have to listen to the rules," he said.
Author's note: Sorry. Finally updated. Expect the chapters to be mostly this length, unless I have a lot of time on my hands. Which, at the moment, I don't. I'm occupied with my other fanfic, and work. I hope, at least, that you all enjoyed this short chappie. Thank you. Hellshadow
