[center][img]http://i1090.photobucket.com/albums/i374/bensundeitestutho/MsMarvelBanner2_zpstn5miyti.png[/img][/center][center][b]Carol Danvers[/b][/center]
	Probably the smartest of all supervillains are the ones who stay as far away from New York City.  Logically speaking, why would anyone want to break the law in a city which has the highest vigilante to bank/ATM ratio in the country, if not the entire world.  As soon as you have committed a crime, there surely would be some sort of caped crusader darting in your direction in order to dish out justice for your crimes.

	The Scorpion thought he was one of the smart ones when he relocated away from New York City to Boston.  Since he had already been embarrassed by a defeat handed to him by Spider-Man during his stay in New York, the Scorpion thought that this new scenery would be good for restoring his reputation, if he even had one to begin with.  New turf comes with the necessity for learning the lay of the land.  Proper preparation is needed in any city, even ones that have a deficiency of superhumans.  It took Gargan almost a month to familiarize himself with his new environment.  And now, he was ready to strike.

	Donning a khaki trench coat over his green body suit that had a mechanical scorpion tail attached to it, Mac Gargan casually strolled into one of the local Boston banks.  After he had made his way over towards the vault, the Scorpion then whipped off the trench coat that he was wearing and tossed it aside.  Aiming his mechanical tail at the heavy-duty doors, the Scorpion began spraying it with a yellow-green acid.  Once this acid substance made contact with the door, it began eating away at the metal obstacle that stood between him and the cold, hard cash.

	When the vault door had been weakened enough by the Scorpion’s acid, the green-clad villain ripped off the door from its hinges and dropped it to the side.  After he had pulled out a few bags, the Scorpion shoved as much cash as he could carry within those sacks.  If the Scorpion had been in New York, any one of the various heroes who vowed to defend her streets would have already descended upon the Scorpion.  However, he was no longer in New York and it felt like a pleasant surprise that the Scorpion was about ready to just waltz out of the bank without any superhuman (or vigilante) interference.  Although the police would try to stop him, they would do so in vain.

	While the Scorpion was making his escape, a red and black garbed heroine appeared at the exit, hovering in the air as she blocked his path.

	“My name is Ms. Marvel and I order you to drop those bags and turn yourself into the authorities.”

	The Scorpion just stood there with his mouth agape.  He was so close, [b]so[/b] close to making his big score.  Of all the supervillains, why did it have to happen to him.  Nevertheless, the Scorpion, despite his loses to Spider-Man, felt confident on his ability to get out of this situation.

	“I’ve already been embarrassed by some Spider-Freak,” Mac Gargan barked at Ms. Marvel.  “I’m not going allow some blonde bimbo make a monkey out of me!”

	He then immediately aimed his tail at the flying superheroine and shot a spray of his acid at her.  Since Ms. Marvel had never encountered, let alone fought, the Scorpion before, she had to react on her toes.    As the liquid acid flew towards her, Ms. Marvel generated a yellow aura that surrounded her entire body.  In addition, she threw up her arm to shield herself from the acid, just in case her aura did not stop it.  While her protective aura did defend her from most of the acid, a little bit of it got threw, hitting both her glove and part of her torso that had not been shielded by her arm.

	“My turn,” Ms. Marvel retorted with a smile.  The blonde heroine darted down from where she had been hovering and slammed her fist into the Scorpion’s stomach, sending him flying into the air.  However, before the villain could collide with anything, Ms. Marvel flew over to him and caught him.  She then threw a second fist, whose glove had now been almost eaten away by the Scorpion’s acid, although her Kree-hybrid physiology granted greater immunity to it.  As a result of that blow, the Scorpion crashed back down to the ground.

	Ms. Marvel’s next target was disarming his tail.  She took hold of the mechanical appendage and stomped her foot down on it.  The impact of her foot severed the tail in two, making the weapon almost entirely useless.  She then held up the Scorpion off the ground with that same now gloveless hand.

	“Do you give up now?”

	“I give!  I give!”  The Scorpion had now waved the white flag, showing that he had suffered enough of a beating for a day.  “I knew I should have gone to Albuquerque!”

	After his surrender, Ms. Marvel flew out the front doors of the bank, along with the Scorpion still in her grasp, and dropped him off with the police.  Now that the Scorpion was with the proper authorities, Ms. Marvel then soared up into the air, flying out of sight of all of the bystanders and police officers alike.