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[center][b]Clint Barton[/b] | [b]Barbara Morse[/b] | [b]Peter Parker[/b][/center]
	After nearly dodging the energy blast thanks to the timely tackle by the red and blue colored vigilante, Clint pulled himself off the ground and retrieved another trick arrow.  As the arrow flew from his bow, it emitted a smoke reminiscent of dry ice.  Once this arrow hit its mark on the giant creature, an explosion of water covered the metallic dinosaur, which instantaneously froze, generating what seemed like a giant ice block surrounding whatever the heck that thing was.

	“Problem solved.  Dinosaur, meet the Ice Age.”  Clint had an arrogant smirk plastered on his face, or at least it was there until the ice began to crack.  The metal-horned Triceratops, exerting itself against the ice, shattered it, sending fragments in all directions.  Eyeing the purple-clad archer, the monster squared its shoulders toward Clint and sent another energy beam at him.

	Without the intervention of Spider-Man, as the media calls him, Clint only barely leapt out of the way of what would have been certain death.  While Clint tumbled to the ground, some of his arrows slipped out of his quiver.  While the majority of his arrows had to be activated through a device on his arm, one specific arrow that did not require such safety protocols happened to strike the ground.  Around the radius of the arrow, which had landed point downward, an energy bubble bloomed outward.  Since Clint was not located inside the epicenter, the expanding walls pushed him aside.

	After being shoved around by one of his own arrows, Clint peered up to see what the creature’s next move would be.  However, the cretaceous fiend had turned its attention toward the hero known as Spider-Man.  Then he noticed that the spider-themed hero was holding something in his hands.  One of his arrows, in fact!

	“Hey!  Don’t touch that!”  Clint shouted, knowing that the arrow he was holding could be extremely dangerous (even if unarmed) or potentially useless, especially if he had picked up one of his ‘normal arrows’.

	“Take a chill pill, Cupid!  I’m smarter than I appear!”  Spider-Man dashed forward toward the creature, almost as if he was intending to ram into the monster.  However, instead of continuing forward, he leaped into the air, slamming the arrow on the forehead of the Triceratops.  Once the arrow was planted on the creature’s head, Spider-Man performed a backflip off the bipedal dinosaur, landing several feet away.  Suddenly, just as a similar arrow had done a few seconds earlier, an energy bubble blossomed from the arrow head.  However, instead of pushing the creature outside of the bubble, as the other arrow had done to Clint, the arrow’s effect enclosed around it, trapping it inside.  Even when it tried to dig its way out from underneath it, the shield did not give way at all.  When it tried to blast its way out, the energy beams ricocheted of the bubble’s walls, knocking the creature onto its back.

	“Well, I think you two can handle this from here.”  Spider-Man said before shooting up a webline and swinging away through the city.

	“I have to admit”, Hawkeye said as he crossed his arms and gazed at the captured creature, “He does have style.  Not as much as I do, but he still has some at the very least.”  Mockingbird just rolled her eyes and shook her head at Hawkeyes comment.

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	Miles Warren was enjoying his afternoon tea at an outdoor café.  His computer was sitting on the table next to him, but nothing was opened on the screen.  Only the background showed.  He just watched people walk back and forth past the little café as they minded their own business.  It is so bizarre how these people can be walking down these streets so calmly while so many unexplainable spectacles were happening across the city.  Were they this ignorant?

	*beep*  *beep*  *beep*

	Professor Warren turned his attention back toward his computer, opening up a private instant messaging server.  On the far right side corner of the application, the server showed there were two people currently in the chatroom.  One handle was Doctor Jackal, which was Warren’s own username.  The other one was Doctor Monster.

	“Your work is quite impressive.”  Miles typed into the chat interface, referring to the mechanically enhanced Triceratops that took two superheroes working together to take down.  It took a few seconds before Warren received a response.

	“And so is yours.”  Moments after whoever was using the ‘Doctor Monster’ handle typed this, a few images of Damon Ryder appeared on the chatroom.  While they were small enough that anyone passing by would not notice the images, Miles nevertheless closed the images just in case.

	“Maybe we should pool our resources and knowledge.  Imagine what we could do.”

	“Yes.  We will l have to arrange a meeting.”