New York. A city that always used to have Hero's to protect it, a city that always seemed to be of paramount importance to Hero's and Villain's alike. A city that is dying, slowly, suffocating due to the lack of people there to protect it. Crime rules. Terrorism is commonplace. Military often comes in and declares quarantine on random buildings. There is only one thing the people of New York can take comfort from-most of the SuperVillain's have gone too. A Man in an Eye patch watches the City, in a building overlooking Times Square. He has set up an event. A test, if you will. A large crowd will gather at Times Square to see the unveiling of a brand new energy source developed by both Wayne and Stark Enterprises. Then, he would trigger the event, and hope that everything went to plan. He had people on standby ready to attack should terrorists show up, and already a crowd was gathering, not realising what was about to happen. An event that would change everything, forever. The Man in the Eye Patch smiled. Soon, New York would have its Hero's....and it's Villain's.

((I want everyones characters to wake up and head to New York, to see this new energy source. I will activate the event when we are all there.))

Music from the band Black Sabbath was blaring out of the speakers of Joshua's flat screen TV as he lay asleep on the couch in his living room. Ironically the song which was playing, was from a 1978 tour and was entitled 'Symptom of the Universe'.

Joshua was in the middle of another horrible dream, one which he has had many times, always the same, always ending abruptly, always causing him to awaken with screams and sweat.

The wealthy young man lived in a high-rise building overlooking Times Square-The 21st floor. Joshua had just awoken and was presently sitting on the edge of his couch, elbows resting upon his knees and his head in the palms of his upturned hands.

Instinctively, Joshua got up from the couch and walked over to the sliding glass door which led out to the balcony, which was situated directly above the spot where a large crowd of New Yorkers were meandering about.

Joshua, being so far up was unable to see the crowd beneath, nor could the sounds of the mass assembly reach the great heights of his spacious apartment, something which caused Joshua to wonder why he felt the need to walk out onto the balcony at that particular moment.

Joshua stood there upon his balcony, as he had done so many times before-Starring and in deep contemplation.

Rhys woke up in his apartment, a nice, comfortable place, and smiled. Today was the day the new Stark Energy Source was revealed. He walked into his bathroom, and cleaned himself up, before walking into his room and donning his suit. Today was a big day, and he needed to look his best. He grinned, happy his life had gone so well. His parents were dissapproving of his profession, insisting he could do better, but he didnt care. He loved his job. With his suit on, we switched on the TV, seeing Times Square heavily reported on. A huge crowd had gathered there too see the new suprise, and he himself was interested to see what his company's rival's had acheived. Something monumental, no doubt. He left his apartment, and hailed a cab to Times Square, driving past the Ruins on the way, what was left of SHIELD when their Helicarrier smashed into New York. Noone had heard of SHIELD since, but many suspected they still existed. Rhys was sceptical himself, but for now, he focused on the journey.

As he walked into the mob surrounding Times Square, a huge mob was around a Double Helix shaped structure, huge. It was silver, and incredibly impressive to look at, surrounded by a huge stage, with a banner called SPARK above it. He smiled. He wondered how it worked, and how Wayne Enterprises could exploit and use it. As the mob grew, he waited for the conference to start, wondering why it hadnt already...

"...I don't think you trust in my self righteous suicide. I cry, when angels deserve to DIEEEE!!!!!!"

Eddie shot awake as his music got uncomfortablly loud.

"Holy shit!" he cussed at his radio before slamming the snooze button. Well, he was awake now. He grabbed his clothes which consisted of a black t-shirt, jeans and a black jacket and headed out his apartment door and into the street. Today was supposed to be the unveiling of an energy source or something, created by Stark Enterprises.

(A few minutes later)

He arrived to see a giant structure that looked like the symbol for D.N.A or whatever, a double helix. He of course thought it wonderful that they developed another energy source and waited to see how it'd work. Hopefully it wouldn't blow them up or something, but it was made by Stark Enterprises, so it should be good.

Joshua had totally forgotten about the unveiling of the new power source scheduled for this morning. After all, he wasn't that involved with its production, having only gotten into the project as a favor to a friend. He was perfectly satisfied to serve as a silent partner-These business tycoon types never pay for their own crap.

Still, Joshua was happy to assist with some of the financing, receiving a few shares of stock, though his piece came out to a small fraction of the mega-bucks which the development company was about to rake in-Besides its not like he is hurting for money.

Hell, his monthly therapy bill was far more then what he had given to Stark Industries, to bad you can't write off psychological instability.

Rhys Grant was one of Joshua's best friends, though he never thought it a conflict of personal interest, he had given a considerable sum to Wayne Enterprises as well, business is business after all. Joshua stretched his arms out along the railing of the balcony, as his body lowered against the cold steal, his head hanging down.

"Holy shit!" Joshua exclaimed in a loud self deprecating tone.

"I need to get my damn head screwed on straight."

Yet another thing forgotten by Joshua was that he was suppose to meet a younger acquaintance at the unveiling, "Perhaps Eddie was still there." Rushing into the bedroom Joshua quickly donned an expansive suit and headed out of his apartment, and down the hall to the elevators.

Eddie looked around, not seeing someone he was supposed to meet up with.

"Man, where'd Joshua go?" he wondered, looking through the crowd of people.

"Josh!" he called out, hoping he'd hear his voice.

Joshua stepped out into the hustle and bustle which overfilled the narrow streets just outside the old Ramsey high-rise. "Its going to be a hell of a task. How am I suppose to find anyone in this madness." Joshua drilled a path through the mass of onlookers.

"For fucks sake, its just a damn generator!" Joshua yelled out as the frustration of passing through the veritably gauntlet of sturdy bodies wore on his nerves.

Those people who stood close heard his outburst, looking at him strangely, though he had no idea why. He didn't say anything. Growing tired from the effort of pushing his way through the crowd Joshua gave up the search for Eddie.

Turning in defeat to watch the spectacle of the unveiling, of the 'simple generator' as the mysterious voice commented.

"For fuck's sake, it's just a damn generator!"

Eddie heard a voice that was just loud enough to surpass the crowd's chatter. He turned towards the area he heard the noise and began pushing his way towards it. He didn't find his buddy, though he did start getting frusterated.

"Where the hell could he be?" he mumbled as he came to a stop near some others. Giving up the search, he looked around, facepalming when he noticed who he was standing next to. "Josh?"

"Mercury Team, spread out. I want full coverage, Axelson, I want you up high. Odgen you and Simms cut to the sides. Murphy you're with me." a figure moves in the shadow of a window, one hand pressed to the throat mic while the other fiddles with a small computer. Unseen listeners respond, moving to the positions queuing up on GPS devices. "Keep it tight, keep it quiet, and be ready. The device is primary, all else is expendable. Remember, we are not the only ones interested in this..Expect company."

As if prophecy that moment the door to the apartment burst in, several armed men in black suits filing in. They were pros, swept the entry, button-hooking to cover corners and providing cover for one another. They made one flaw however. They only brought six men. The first three move towards the rear bedroom, while the others move to sweep the rest of the two-bed-room home. Sticking to the walls, avoiding windows, they move as quietly as men in combat gear can. The first dies silently, lifted from his feet and his neck snapped. The other two catch a small break as the dead man drops his weapon with a clatter- they whirl, only to be blindsided from the side by a hulking blue form.

The massive arms sweep the first man about the head, cracking armor and bone with ease, allowing the monster to fling the body at the second knocking him to the floor and giving the thing time to step over and plant a boot across the windpipe, silence after a few wet gurgles. It took moments for three men to be ended. It was done both fast enough and quiet enough that the other team had no idea it was alone. The thud of the corpse being thrown was only a muffled bump, and was dismissed at once.

"Wrapped up on my end, you're up Nieves." the blue monster spoke, it's form flowing like fluid.

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Three men enter a bedroom, sweeping the corners and checking the sparse furnishings- only to realize moments later that the window faces the wrong way, overlooking a dumpster in an alley rather than the gathered crowd. Quickly moving they press against the wall, directly next to the door. They made noise entering this room, they know they have been heard. It's only moments until someone comes to investigate the racket; someone had to, it was a small apartment. They needed to take initiative. Leader ducks, sweeping the doorway as he takes a knee- the second moving to cover him from behind, weapon raised.

The last man steps to the side, unclasping a small cylinder from his vest and tossing it underhand into the other bedroom. Instantly thick foul smelling smoke begins to fill the air, the canister bouncing off of the wall within sputtering and emitting more and more smoke. Staying low the first man moves towards the doorway, one hand reaching up to activate his suit's mask system. Following the first, and activating the masks as well come the other two, quickly covering him from either side.

The first is dead before the other two even know they are under attack, a bolt of lightning taking his head off.

"Understood, engaging." glass shatters, a window broken, thinning the smoke enough to reveal the speaker- slight, slim, and covered from head to toe in light purple and silver flowing like living liquid. By the curves one could guess the sex as female, though the voice was dead and toneless. Her right arm seemed to be lodged in a small computer- upon closer inspection one would notice that the computer seemed to have bonded with the hand, merging with flesh and flowing to build something new. The arm raises, and ozone burns, as the computer shifts and clicks..parts sliding like a shotgun's for-end...before a second blast of electricity rips though the doorjamb and into the next man's shoulder, sending him back and into a sprawl.

Alone, and outgunned, the survivor tries to make a brave stand, raising his weapon to bear and letting rip- the silenced rifle coughing with each shot, stitching across the room in a panic burst...as a large blue arm sweeps in for a choke-hold. The gun falls to the floor with a clatter, as he kicks and struggles against a vice grip. Pressure builds, and light fades, consciousness fleeing. The last thing he sees before blacking out is the smaller female turning an uninteresting glance back out the window before speaking, "It's starting."

The bugati raced down the street and skidded to a stop in front of the crowd. Many of the people turned in awe of the car that was over a million dollars. The door opened and out stepped Samuel Colt, the 22 year old chairman and CEO of Wayne enterprises after the sudden and mysterious departure of the last remaining member of the Wayne family, Bruce Wayne. Samuel was adopted by Bruce Wayne a few years before he abondoned the company and left the country. To the public Samuel has proved to be a shrewd businessman as well as a forward thinking leader in New York and especially Gotham Island. While he continues his adoptive fathers charade of a carefree trillionaire playboy Sam plays a more concerned and hands on CEO than Bruce did. The cameras of the press bathed Colt in flashes from their cameras as they scrambled for a shot of the infamous CEO. Sam just smiled casually and gave them a calm wave as he entered the crowd.

"Mr. Colt! Mr. Colt! What does this new energy source mean for the people of New York City?"

"Mr. Colt! Do you have plans to use this technology to better the situation in Gotham?"

"Are Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises merging?"

The reporters questions came flying at him but Sam took them in stride.

"This break through is a joint venture for the betterment of all mankind. The fusion of Stark Industries arc reactor technology and our own additons are just us rich kids attempt and doing something good for a change. We're just trying to keep the lights on with clean affordable energy for a change. If you boys and girls have anymore questions I'd be happy to answer them after the press conference. Enjoy the show."

He said cooly, finishing with a quick wink before making his way through the crowd to his compaines regional manager of the New York area. Rhys Grant was standing beside a particularily well known billionaire Joshua Thomas, a leader in the telecommunications field. The two were old friends and Sam was friendly enough with boht of them but like Bruce, he took care not to become too friendly and risk any slip ups. Sam maintained a friendly but proffesional relationship with both of them.

"Rhys, Joshua. Sorry I'm late."

He said with a casual smile as he shook their hands firmly.

Parker stretches a bit, yawning as her roommate bounced through their small apartment, pots and pans clanking together to make a wretched, horrifying noise.

"DARREN, PLEASE." Parker grumbles, sitting her, her hair tumbles around her shoulders and she rubs her eyes a bit.

"Wake up then you lazy ass." Her roommates' voices leap through the crack of the door. Parker cracks her neck to the left then the right, standing and stumbling over to her dresser and she throws on a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, throws her hair up into a loose ponytail and walks out of her room and into the kitchen.

Darren stares at her for a moment, his eyebrow pulling up, handing Parker a fresh cup of coffee.

"Well, good morning sleeping beauty," Darren says, sarcasm drips in his voice and Parker's head hits the counter top with a groan.

"It's too early for this shit." She says, her head lifts up to see Darren and he laughs a bit.

"Well," he rests his elbows on the table, and places a cupcake in front of her with a candle on it, Parker glares, "I know, I know, you don't like when people give you things on your birthday, but... Happy birthday, Parker."

Parker continues to glare.

"Hey, c'mon, it's your twentieth, you should be stoked!"

"Totally..." She says and sits up, taking a sip of her coffee.

He lights the candle and he pushes it towards her, "Make a wish."

Parker stares at it for a good moment. Wish... She had wished for a lot of things in her life, but they always seemed to turn out bad.

Maybe she should start wishing for bad things to happen, so the reverse would happen. Parker closes her eyes and then blows out the candle. She looks up at Darren with a smirk.

"Thanks, kid." She takes another drink of her coffee and places it down, "Well, that's the end of that, I should get ready for work."

Parker worked as an associate, basically an office girl for the big hot shot, Mr. Stark. Of course, she thought he was a bit over his head in many different ways, and a little out of his mind, but the job payed good money for her to get through college and get into Medical school.

She walks into her room and picks out a black pencil skirt and a white button up top. She clips her hair into a partial and then puts on make up. Grabbing her briefcase she heads out, calling down a taxi.

The traffic was terrible, and many people seemed to be loading up in the Square.

"Hang on..." She realized this had to do with the two companies merging. She pays the taxi driver and steps out of the car, the streets were bustling, people pushing.

She recognizes Mr. Colt as he steps out of a building and she tilts her head a bit as he walks towards her and greets two people she knew by name, but not personally, Joshua Thomas and Rhys Grant.

The Man in the Eye patch smiled to himself as the monumental event happened. Tony Stark would turn on the most expensive generator in the world, funded and developed by Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises, as well as various other corporations such as the telecommunications firm Joshua owned. He listened to what Mr Stark said in his speech.

"Hello Ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Tony Stark, also known as the Iron Man, though I gave up that mantle a while ago. So, I am here, to show you all a brand new generator. No crazy party, I promise. Basically, Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises have managed to utilize the ARC technology that powers my suit and my personal home. Aside from that, we have DOUBLED its electric potential, and remember this is a renewable fuel, so it does NOT contribute to Global Warming or anything. I am NOT gonna reveal how it works, as that is a secret, but, thanks to the support from Wayne Enterprises and the state, I am happy to annouce that I am going to turn on the generator NOW, and power ALL of New York!"

The Man in the Eye patch grinned, typing in a message to his team. "Attack now" was all he uttered, the person knew what to do, and everything was ready.

And then Stark pressed the button, and the double helix generator began to spin, and glowed blue, and Times Square lighted up. There was massive applause, and then a blue mist descended onto the crowd, panicking them. He smiled, knowing it was all going well, but frowned when what appeared to be Iron Men suits flew into the Square, all silver and green, and started to circle the generator, before blasting repulsor shots into the crowd. They then flew in closer to the generator, as though they were going to steal it....

"DELTA!!! ENGAGE, ENGAGE, ENGAGE!! ENGAGE EVERYONE, STOP THE GENERATOR BEING STOLEN, BRING IT TO THE BASE, NOW!!!!".

And then, he waited....

Parker runs up, taking off her heels so she could run quicker, "What's going on, Stark?" She grits her teeth, grasping onto her brief case as people panicked. She turns to the chaos happening and pushes Tony towards the building.

"Get everyone inside, and get to the basement." She turns to Mr. Stark for a moment, "NOW!" She growls, impatiently.

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Sam applauded along with the rest of the crowd as the reactor sprang to life, a soft blue glow emitting from it as it hummed with power. It was then that chaos erupted around them. A group of men in highly advanced combat suits landed and began firing repulsar blasts into the crowd while a second unit headed straight for the reactor. The first to fall was the civilians. Unprotected and unable to flee they fell quickly to the sudden and savage attack. Sam gritted his teeth in anger but knew he stood no chance without his gear. Using the madness of the fleeing crowd Sam dissapeared and was around the corner and away from the scene in seconds. He put his finger to his ear and contacted the one man who'd been helping the protector of Gotham longer then anyone.

"Alfred! I need an immediate air drop on the roof of the Hershey building."

"Right away Master Colt. Is the unveiling ceremony not going well sir?"

Sam had to supress a chuckle at the sarcastic old butlers reply.

"Not as well as I'd liked. An entire fleet of what looks like Iron Men showed up and started firing into the crowd."

"How dreadfull! What madness would drive men to do such a thing?"

Alfred asked, his joking tone completely gone now. Sam paused as he leapt up the scaffolding of the Hershey building as he ascended to the roof.

"They're after the reactor. Looks like the rest of them are just a distraction."

Sam said as he reached the maintenance ladder and began to rapidly make his way up.

"Well unfortunately for them you decided to attend the unveiling after all. Has your package arrived sir?"

Sam clambered up the side of the building just as a batplane flew over head and dropped off a large capsule on the roof.

"Right on time. Thanks Al."

Sam said with a smirk as he approached the capsule and pressed his hand to the fingerprint scanner. The pad lit up bright blue as it scanned his finger and palm prints. The screen then flashed green and the capsule opened revealing Sam's suit and equipment. He was dressed in seconds, the last thing was to pull on his cowl. With that done Phoenix stepped to the edge of the building, his cape whipping around behind him in the wind. He watched as the armored attackers fired at the defensless civilians. They wouldn't be defensless for long. Phoenix leapt into the air and opened his cape allowing him to glide over Times Square, once over the chaos he let go of his cape and threw three shuriken simoultaenously. They found their marks in the chest peices of the Iron warriors.

"Your gunna have to do better than that bird boy."

ONe said with a laugh as he looked down at the metal object in his chest. Phoenix smirked as his hand reached to his belt for his staff.

"I did..."

WIth that the shuriken sprang to life, electricity arced around them disabling the suit and stunning the men inside. The iron men dropped and the others turned to engage the newcomer.

"Take him down!"

Phoenix sprang into action, his staff extending in his hand to full length and electricity bursting at the tips.

"I am happy to announce that I am going to turn on the generator NOW, and power ALL of New York!"

Joshua heard his childhood friend say, and then out of nowhere came an obscene display of hate and wanting destruction. Joshua was unable to move as he witnessed the glowing blue helix, there was something about that color that had overwhelmed his desire to escape from the carnage before him.

He was completely fixated on that color, not moving, not responding to the inherent danger of the situation. One of the baddies had misfired their weapon, striking the lip of the Hershey building.

A large portion of debris was sheered from the top of the structure, sending it tumbling to the street below, directly on the spot where Joshua stood-Fixated. Not moving.

Rhys could not help noticing the fact that Josh, his friend, was standing still, staring at the generator in the middle of the carnage and mayhem that was happening. He shouted at him, hoping for him to run, but he just stood still. Then, he noticed concrete falling from the Hershey Building towards Joshua below it, and barrelled towards his friend, sending him out of the way of the concrete, it falling beside them, just in time.

"ARE YOU SUICIDAL, YOU IDIOT!? YOU ALMOST GOT US KILLED!!!" he roared at his friend.

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Joshua and Rhys now lay on the famously filthy New York sidewalk, 'ol Ry was yelling at Josh, questioning him as to his state of mind. Joshua was never at a loos for funny little things to say in the midst of intense situations. "I'll ask my Pysc."

"I d.Don't know....Ry" Getting to his feet and then lending a hand of assistance to his savior, who was now also standing upright.

Both of them stood by the big piece of the old Hershey building. Joshua looked at the mass of rubble and then turned to his friend. "Damn, we just had this building constructed not that long ago, remember?"

Rhys knew enough about Joshua that whenever he started to talk about business in such situations it was his way of trying to get passed the fact that he had messed up again. Knowing that his friend would remember all the great things they've achieved and all the good times they have had as two young bachelors. Rhy understood.

As Stark announced that he was turning on the generator, Eddie stood in awe. The helix began to spin and had a bluish color that attracted his eyes. He ignored the mist, as it was probably part of the device. His eyes were stuck to the machine as the attack began and he didn't even notice until a huge piece of the Hershey building began to fall. He stumbled back and watched in horror and Joshua remained still, but was saved just in the nick of time by Rhys.

As he was scolded by Rhys, Joshua kept his normal composure, joking around. Eddie walked up to them, after walking around the debris and sighed.

"Shit man, you almost got yourself killed." he laughed an patted Josh on the back.

"Fire at will. Engage all hostiles, they want our toy..They can't have it. Axelson, put holes in anyone stupid enough to get within twenty yards of the generator." the female moved with fluid grace, diving out the window- one hand snapping out to catch on a ledge several floors lower. The computer-weapon is discarded, it's usefulness exhausted. Her orders already being followed; shots fire from high above the square- Axelson using his skills as a sniper to defend the generator from afar.

"Roger that, we got any info on these tin-cans? My rounds cut through the limbs, but only dent the torso and head plate. Knee-cappin' is gonna have to do until the rest of you get into action." Axelson's low southern voice purrs through the coms, as his orange form moves from one roof-top to the next in a series of swift moves and a death defying bound. Supernaturally accurate, his rifle- a specialized antimaterial sniper based off of the RT-20's design, barks...sending a 20mm Hispanio round into another armored form's knee...blowing the limb almost off from the impact.

Dropping to the ground, and landing in a crouch, the silvery-purple figure presses her throat mic before speaking, "Simms, Odgen, where are you two? We need ground support. Murphy..lock and load. I want suppressive fire from that window. Move it team...this is the real deal." she reaches out, touching a parked car..her touch allowing the silvery tendrils of her form to glide along the car's surface...burrowing in and beginning to change things. Car makers had been using computers in cars for years now- they monitor things, they control things...and they are more and more advanced with every new model. This car was expensive. It looked fairly new...and was loaded with tech. 'Scorn, intergrate. We need a hard shell.' she thought, a subtle whisper of agreement flowed through her mind...the car would do fine.

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"Odgen here, closing from the left...Riot is hungry for action- is there any change in the ROE?" a figure clad in a silvery grey substance blurs into being. Moving fast was Odgen's specialty, and at the moment he was doing eighty...on foot. The rules of physics state- 'An object in motion will stay in motion, unless acted upon by an equal and opposite force.' kinetics have a similar way with words. What it boiled down too was this...if something moves fast..it's gonna hit hard. Odgen was moving quite fast as he slammed fist first into one of the armored men- the impact should have broken his arm...but didn't. Instead it dented the armor's chest plate...and sent the unlucky wearer flying backwards into a building. "Where you at Simms? You missin all the fun."

A green hued fighter joins the fray, far more primal looking than the others- the skin of this one is blotched with black, and raised in places with spikes and tendrils. The face alone causes several onlookers to panic- it was a gaping maw filled with razor teeth. "Im here, you big baby. Lasher just likes to be fashionably late." hands shifting, fingers becoming large talons, the green creature rips into an armored figure with ease...tendrils of it's form snaking into cracks and holes in the armor of a second...seeking the soft meaty center. "Neives gonna be joining the grunts...of is she too fancy to get dirty?"

At that moment something the size of a car, but rather humanoid wades into the fray. "You need help already?" from within the massive car-suit the smaller female figure operates the car's computer systems...now altered and responding to her every wish. One massive foot slams down on a wounded armored figure, while a swinging back-hand sends another flying into a group. "There is just to many targets. Get to the generator. We must secure the objective."

"Way ahead of you. Got Axelson providing cover, and I am ready up here with my cannon. We will thin the crowd." Murphy opens fire- the specialized weapon slices through the armor of the invaders with ease. A rail-gun will do that. Firing cobalt spheres at rates of speed beyond any other conventional weapon, the rail-gun was a mighty tool of war. It's normal drawback, the high energy cost, was rendered null due to the blue substance covering Murphy from head to toe. The massive weapon kicks again, a blast catching two of the targets in a wicked blast. Even a miss was a hit at the speeds those rounds travel..the air simply exploding in the wake of the projectiles.

The team moves as one, Lasher, Scorn and Riot moving on land, covered by Agony and Phage from above. Mercury Team, the first Special Symbiote Team was on the move- objective was that generator. What they wanted with it though...who knows.

Joshua standing there with his two closest friends, put his right hand on Eddie's shoulder. 'I'm alright kid." Joshua was always teasing Ed about his age.

Now placing his left hand on Rhys' shoulder. "Thanks guys."

Suddenly a loud booming sound was heard coming from the left. Joshua turned his head just in time to see one of the 'Iron-Men' bolting toward their position.

Luckily Joshua still had his hands pressed against his two friends shoulder blades, allowing him to push them out of harms way, the three of them fell onto the ground near the main entrence. They once again found themselves laying on the dirty street.

"Shut up." he laughed along with Josh. "So what are we-" his question was interrupted by an explosion. Following the explosion, a few false Iron-Men headed in the direction of them and Josh had pushed them into the dirty ground.

Eddie coughed. "So what are we going to do?" Eddie asked somewhat annoyed.

Joshua turned his head to look at Eddie. "Your asking me?" He said with a smirk. "You wouldn't happen to have Bruce Willis locked up in side you..huh. If so let him out and get to it. There is a sky-scraper right there, and Im sure I can find you a firehose" Joshua continued to joke.