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Post by Foley on Jan 24, 2013 23:02:07 GMT -5
After Midnite, New York City
So far, so good.
Porcupine nodded to himself as he gazed at sleeping guards littering the bank's marble floor. Each one had one of his improved barbs that he had dipped in a powerful sleeping drug. And it was a stroke of genuis on his part to rob a bank where half the guard staff they contracted were out with "blue flu". Smiling, Porcupine tossed the last canvas cash bag onto a platform connected to his new flying craft by four steel cables through the bank's skylight.
Looking down at the nearest guard, "Perhaps this will convence your boss to meet your labor demands," he said cheerfully the shrugged, "If not, well I just might pay another visit."
Just as Porcupine started raising the platform, a hard and round object came flying out of no where nearly wreacking it. Know it was just too perfect. Aloud he said, "Aren't the Avengers keeping you busy enough, Captain America?"
"Ain't Captain America," was the response from the shadows before stepping out to reveal USAgent, "And I have more then enough spare time to take a spaz like you down."
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Post by Foley on Feb 7, 2013 0:16:02 GMT -5
Porcupine was grateful his armor's helmet prevented the hero from seeing the color drain from his face. While Captain America was a crimefighter and hero, he was known not to use any more force then necessary against an opponent, USAgent wasn't normally as inclined. Still tonight's bolder Porcupine felt his trained up skills that had been meant for Cap would do just as well against this copycat.
He got off the platform allowing it to climb faster now that it did not have his additional weight, and planted his feet in a fighting stance.
"You really wanna go that route?" USAgent asked in surprise, coming even more into the light.
"Yes!" Porcupine shouted as he fired off several quills at his foe. As he figured, Agent threw up his shield-carrying arm to defend against the airborne attack. But before Agent could do anything else, Porcupine fired off three more quills at the hero's now exposed opposite arm. He trembled with shock and glee as he saw his barbs all hit home down Agent's arm and the hero pull back with a painful growl.
Taking advantage of his opponent's blunder, Porcupine fired up his boot jets and rocketed up to the platform that was now at the skylight. "Who's the spaz now, USAgent?" he taunted from the edge of the skylight, "Oh, I wouldn't waste time chasing me. You only have so much time before the poison those quills had been dipped in kill you, I'd say a good twenty minutes if you don't overstress your body." With that, Porcupine climbed in his loaded flyer and zoomed off.
Cussing under his breath, USAgent was about to throw his shield after the crook until a severe wave of dizziness nearly caused him to vomit. Slowly taking out his Avengers ID card, he let out another choice phrase before calling the Mansion for help.
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Post by Foley on Feb 13, 2013 20:05:45 GMT -5
THREE HOURS LATER
Jane Foster clicked her tongue as she put away the medical supplies she used to stitch up the couple of holes in USAgent's arm, "If I hadn't see the results of it myself, I would never have believed that the great USAgent got his butt kicked by the Porcupine."
"Thanks, Doc," Agent grumbled, gingerly bending his arm to see if it moved well enough to go back on duty quickly. 'What about that poison he hit me with?"
"Wasn't poison," Foster replied smiling, "Just a local only strong enough to knock you out for hours if you excerted yourself to much. Should be out of your system by now."
USAgent had been in the Avengers Mansion medical bay ever since his call for help had been answered. That had been the good news. Bad news it had been Captain America who had been on monitor duty. The last thing Agent wanted was to look anything less then perfect in front of the famous Captain America. Agent hopped off the treatment bed and began pulling on his chainmail tunic. "Flag-face in the Monitor room?"
Foster nodded and then said with a slight sneer, "And yes you're free for active duty."
"I knew that," he said as he walked out the medical bay's door.
Foster just shook her head and muttered to herself, "Heroes."
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Post by Foley on Mar 4, 2013 21:17:04 GMT -5
The Monitor Room of Avengers Mansion was a massive room equipped with the most advanced communications equipment that Stark Industries could come up with in the form of several smaller screens and computer terminals and dominated by one extremely large screen. Off to one side, Captain America sat at on of the smaller terminals with his back to the USAgent as the latter came into the room.
"Looking good for someone who got his butt handed to him by the Porcupine," Cap said over his shoulder, slightly amused as he continued working the keyboard.
"Aw, stow it," Agent answered as he stepped up to his patriotic comrade, "What ya want to see about?"
"I wanted to quickly debrief your report about tonight's incident."
Agent shrugged, "I came, I saw, Porcupine got away with a large amount of cash. Pretty straightforward, even if it was embarrassing as hell."
"Well," Cap said pulling up pictures of three other small time super-villains, "It seems you aren't the only one of us getting embarrassed tonight. Battlestar went up against Discus as the crook managed to hijack an armored truck carrying hundreds of thousands dollars worth of emeralds on their was to the jewelry exchange. Free Spirit almost stopped the new Beetle from hitting an electronics warehouse on the lower west side."
"The new Beetle?" Agent asked, "You mean the girl that Winder Soldier and Black Widow sent to the Raft last year?"
"That be the one."
"You said there were three crooks. Who was the third?"
"Daredevil foe called Bruiser got away from Jack Flag after hitting a different electronics warehouse in the Bronx."
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