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“[color=a187be]I can’t believe Deke kicked us out![/color]” Fred Myers complained aloud as he stumbled along the New York street. Behind him the rest of his motley “crew” followed, all of which looked worse for wear. That wasn’t all too surprising considering the brawl that they had just walked away from after all. That the excessive amount of alcohol they had just finished drinking. This was apart from Speed Demon however, who continued forward with a smile on a face a recently stolen hot dog in his hand. 

Fred was about to monologue further about the hardships of this evening when Herman spoke up.

“I can’t believe that we actually won that fight!” He gave a short cheer as he spoke, although it was short-lived due to him wincing in pain from his badly swollen lips.

“I can’t believe that no one’s vomited yet” James stated, his eyes flickering intensely between them. 

All in all, Herman did have a good point. It had been a good fight, and of course the best team came out victorious. After Fred had introduced the sharp end of his trusty boomerang to the back of Hippo’s knees, the big guy had fallen fast. After that, the rest of the losers in that place had gone done easy. It would seem that Big Wheel wasn’t all that useful without that giant ferris wheel car of his. Although truth be told, he was never really useful with it either. The rest of the bar’s drunken patrons followed suit, leaving the floor in a mess of blood, booze, bodies and broken bar stools. So obviously Deke, the barkeep, wasn’t all too happy.

Despite its abrupt end due to them getting kicked out, it had honestly been a good night. The thought of it caused a grin to spread across Fred’s drunken face. 

“What the…[sub]hic[/sub] are you smiling at?” Morris inquired, his speech beginning to slur slightly. 

At that Fred began to stop, deciding to enlighten them all on his thoughts. He turned on the spot and faced them, his grin widening. 

“[color=a187be]Well mate, I just realized that maybe you guys really do have what it takes to complete this heist after all![/color]” 

At the word heist everyone simultaneously groaned. 

“What the hell is it with you and this heist?!”

“We just want to…[sub]hic[/sub] h-have a nice night,”

“What the hell does the Owl have that’s worth stealing anyway?”

Fred rolled his eyes at the all the questions that his peers threw at him. The ungrateful bastards! After everything he’d done for them? He was about to just scoff and leave it for another time, when that final question met his ears. What did the Owl have? The mere thought of it made Fred smirk. And the mere thought of what they’d make of it made Fred laugh aloud slightly. After a couple more blank looks and complaints, he decided to tell them, like the loyal boss he was.

“[color=a187be]Boys, I happen to know that ol’ Owly happens to own a painting.[/color]”

“A painting?” Herman laughed loudly. “Why the fuc-“

“[color=a187be]A painting of Doctor Doom himself.[/color]” Fred continued, cutting him off. “[color=a187be]Without his mask.[/color]”

Silence filled the New York street as the words left his mouth. The three of them stared at their leader in shock, their eyes and mouths widening. 

“[color=a187be]So what do you say, mates?[/color]” Fred followed up, gesturing at them encouragingly. 

At that remark, Herman balled over, hands on his knees, vomiting loudly onto the street floor. 

“Now there’s the vomit!” Speed Demon stated cheerfully as he raised his phone to take a picture.


[center][b]Boomerang will return in All-Star Marvel Season 2[/b][/center]