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The patrons of the Bar with No Name held their breath as Fred Myers’ boomerang whizzed through the air towards Mirage. That was until the gleaming white projectile shot right pass the yellow clad “supervillain” entirely, resulting in an eruption of laughter from pretty much everyone. Including some of Fred’s own crew, with James, AKA Speed Demon, giving him a thumbs up and nodding in a very mockingly manner. 

All Fred could do was shake his head disappointingly. When would people learn? 

As if to prove his point, Mirage was struck from behind, the boomerang knocking the has-been to his knees. At once, Fred charged forwards, swinging his leg around as he approached his target and launching his foot as hard as he could into the guy’s stomach. It was this action that erupted the bar into chaos. The monstrous Hippo roared loudly after watching his partner Desmond take such a beating, as well as swinging his arm once more towards Speed Demon. This time the walking mammal managed to hit him, with the speedster having been distracted by Fred. The blow from Hippo sent him flying across the room, causing him to crash straight through a table of tough looking thugs. Obviously they weren’t too happy, with their drinks smashing all over the now broken table, as well as themselves. The group rose to their feet in anger, attempting to make a grab for Speed Demon.

While this had been going on, the rest of Hippo’s gang had started to make their move. It was only now that Fred could get a good look at them, and boy was he disappointed. First came Leap-Frog. Yes, that’s right. A supervillain actually named Leap-Frog. Sure, Boomerang wasn’t all that great a name, but at least he didn’t run around wearing a frog costume. His mask was currently off, revealing the face of a slightly chubby and balding Latino man who was probably in his late 40s. His name was Vincent, if Fred could remember correctly. Not like it would matter in a few minutes when Fred had kicked his ass. The next and final member was a man Fred could only assume was the Big Wheel, evident by the stupid helmet he was wearing. The guy had gone on a crime spree in some kind of ferris-wheel car, only for Spider-Man to send the thing toppling into the Hudson River. Fred was honestly surprised to see him, although thinking about it, who else would be stupid enough to team up with Mirage and Leap-Frog. 

The two charged towards them, evidently looking for blood. Before they could get near however they were hit by a wall of water. The wave knocked them to the floor, taking out a few more tables of now pissed-off criminals in the process. As the two slid about on the floor, they were surprised to find the water drawing back and erupting into the shape of a giant fist. Big Wheel’s scream faded abruptly as the watery fist engulphed him, his suit sparking slightly after contacting the surge of water. It was then that the water seemed to shift once more, taking the form of Fred’s “friend” Morris Bench, AKA Hydro-Man. The watery man gave Fred a smile, and was about to speak before a glass came flying towards him. It shattered across his back, causing him to fall forward in pain. The criminal whom had frown it charged after it, leaping at Morris, only to find himself submerged in the man’s liquid body. 

Leap-Frog had managed to avoid Morris’ hit, with him instead propelling himself towards the spot where Fred was stood, his mechanical boots churning as he did so. Luckily Fred was ready for him. He rolled out of the way to the left onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the attack. 

Moving frantically across the floor, he made a grab for his boomerang which had landed a metre or two away from where it had struck Mirage. Unfortunately it was the only weapon Fred had on him right now, given that the rest of his equipment, as well as his costume, was back at his apartment. The same could be said for Herman Schultz, AKA Shocker, who was currently punching his way towards Speed Demon, whom was speedily trying to deal with the men he had crashed into. Fred had assumed that the Shocker would be useless without his gear, and luckily that wasn’t the case. It would seem that his last encounter with Spider-Man had hardened the man even more than Fred had expected. 

Now wasn’t the time to think about that however, as Leap-Frog was soon upon Fred once more. He towered above Boomerang, stomping his “Frog Boots” towards him. The mechanized boots thudded loudly against the floor every time he missed, displaying to Fred exactly what they were capable of. He really didn’t want to get hit by one of those bad boys. Boomerang in hand, he swung forward, slicing Leap-Frog’s leg. The blade cut deep, causing Frogman to wail loudly in agony. As he began to fall forward, Boomerang grabbed an empty glass from a table above him and smashed it wildly into Leap-Frog’s head. 

The lack of movement told Fred that Leap-Frog was down for the count, giving him the opportunity to get himself onto his feet. From here he glance up at the brawl unfolding before him. At the centre of the fight was Hippo; roaring loudly as per usual and dealing some heavy damage to all that neared him. He wasn’t the only one however that seemed to be doing well; Hydro-Man had risen high above his opponents, the lower half of his body currently made up of a tower of water. He swung his arms about below him, converting his fists into balls of condensed water as they hit people. To his right was Speed Demon, who whizzed about from thug to thug in a blur. His punches were fast, causing his combatants to not even be able to land a single blow on him. All the while he laughed manically, mocking his targets. Finally there was Shocker, who again seemed to be doing surprising well despite lacking his quilted costume and equipment. He tore through criminal after criminal, his fists now dripping slightly in bloody. 

Fred was extremely impressed. Who knew his little crew could be this useful?

A sound from his right caught his attention however. It would seem that Desmond had finally stated to stir after Fred had hit him several minutes ago. 

“You’re… you’re an asshole Boomerang…”

The man’s eyes widened as Fred leant down towards him, with Mirage catching sight of the bloody boomerang that Fred currently had twirling between his fingers. The look on his face was enough to cause Fred to chuckle slightly. He moved his arm back slightly, preparing to throw it. This in turn simply caused Mirage to squeal slightly in fear. However instead of throwing it, Fred slowed his arm as he brought it forward, simply tapping the boomerang against Mirage’s forehead through the hole he had on his mask. 

“[color=a187be]Mate, you just keep that thought in mind when you watch me slice through the ligaments in the knee of your friend Hippo ova’ there. Okay?[/color]”

As Mirage continued to whimper, Boomerang rose back to his feet. His eyes locked onto Hippo ahead of him, who was still working his muscular magic in the centre of the bar fight. Smiling, he gave his Boomerang one last twirl in his hand, before charging forward into the fray.