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Wilson just sighed as he finally got through to Barton. This wasn't exactly the reception he was wanting, he wanted to see how these guys all worked together as part of a team. Right now he needed a couple of people without powers and no known affiliation with the team to come in and test what they were made off. After all, the training room was all set and hopefully Carter was taking Pym there now. He didn't really need to invite Stark, he didn't particularly want too either. He wasn't ready to let that boy on the team, sure he had a sweet piece of tech but he sure as hell didn't have the training.

That would have to change if he kept trying to get into the super-hero business. There were plenty of S.H.I.E.L.D agents to do it, though in the end he knew who it was going to come down to... it wasn't the best scenario ever but it had to happen it had to happen. He wouldn't shirk his responsibilities...

"Barton, yeah I know what you're upto. I have the clearance. Listen, Furys given me any asset I need to set this up and he wants you on the team so... I I need you to clean up then you can get yourself back to the Triskellion A.S.A.P. Once there, enter the Avengers training room and with a squad proceed to attack all targets. Take it easy on Pym though he isn't as thick skinned as the rest of them. If you feel your job there will take too long I can send in Milton, he's just running pick up for me anyway right now."


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Bruce stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked out of the hospital. Hood up and looking straight at the ground, a police car drove up to the entrance of the hospital before the officers filed into the building. Walking straight past him, thankfully. The problem was it would be no time at all until S.H.I.E.L.D or Ross got involved and they were far more likely to actually find him. He chose a road, and started to walk down it. The wilderness was the best place for him, all he had to do was find a town and from there he could maybe find a way to make some money and get a cabin in an ever more remote location. From there he could get the equipment and hopefully find a way to resolve the whole [i]Hulk[/i] dilemma.

Yes, he had tried to do the same thing in Australia. Though he wasn't entirely trusting of Loki. Especially after he was teleported to [i]safety[/i] and then people just so happened to turn up mere days later to try and capture him. Look what it had caused, there was still a lot of panic going on over a nuclear explosion in [i]Canada[/i]. [b]Canada[/b] of all places, if it was America people could probably understand it. Lots of weird superhero/supervillain stuff went down in America. But Canada? That was a serious blow and got a lot of people talking. Was it really safe to have all these people running around having grudge matches? 

What differentiated the two groups? Of course Bruce understood. Not everyone was like the Hulk, volatile and destructive. Quite a lot of heroes did their best to minimize damage, and just wanted to try their best to help people. He'd never head that. 

And so he walked down the lonely road, pretty soon it would become the only one he'd ever know. The Hulks creation saw to that, he'd never have a normal life for as long as the Hulk existed. That was just a fact off life.

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Doom pushed himself up off the time travel pad as the Doom bots continued to rush to his side. He waved them away, they had business to attend too! Armoured pieces, crushed, burnt, broken, fell from him onto the ground. He signalled and smaller robots emerged from a hole in the wall, moving over with him tearing off the old parts and bolting new ones on. He gritted his teeth through the pain. The pain was nothing to what was to come, how could he have been so foolish? A hundred years and of course that brute was in charge, no doubt he had also been responsible for whatever cataclysm had claimed the Earth. Most likely to assist him seizing power. He'd need to prepare an arsenal first, that was important. He'd also need his own generals with their own unique... skills.

While he had no doubt he could combat this threat on his own, it was always useful to have someone to throw in the line of fire in order to see the strengths of ones enemies. It was always something to bear in mind, though there was someone who had something he needed... While Starks technology wasn't much more advanced than his own - after all, had Stark made a time machine? What Stark did have however, was a vast array of factory's and contacts ready to pump out whatever weaponry Doom would need in his war. While he had his own factory's he doubted with the recent declaration of trying to form a Latverian Union he could move such weaponry freely into the United States without raising more than a few eyebrows.

He just needed a way in, what was that idiots name who wanted a private meeting with him? Some important executive at Stark Tech? He eyed the combat reports from Sokovia as he considered the option and sighed as he saw that some pockets of the Sokovian Government had managed to activate some of his older weaponry and use it against the Doombots. Slowing down proceedings considerably, the only good thing was that as the war continued he was gaining a nice supply of refugees. Which in turn was allowing him to show the world what a benevolent ruler he truly was...

No matter what the Young Mr.Stark believed.