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[center][b]Clint Barton[/b] | [b]Barbara Morse[/b][/center]
	A beam of purple ionic energy whizzed past Hawkeye, barely missing the purple-clad archer since Hawkeye leapt out of the way.  Even when he was able to get off an arrow after he returned to a kneeling position, the projectile seemed to do nothing to Simon Williams.  No matter how many different things they tried, nothing harmed the man who was irradiated with ionic energy.  He seemed as if he was indestructible.
 
	“So, what’s the plan, Batman?”  Hawkeye joked about how the Rider was a pastiche of the fictional caped crusader.
 
	“We are on the verge of being exterminated by a man of pure ionic energy and you retort to jokes and buffoonery?”
 
	“Hey, how else are we supposed to keep us from soiling ourselves?”  Hawkeye pulled out another arrow and let it fly.  As the arrow darted towards Simon Williams, it began emitting an ear-piercing scream that was directed in front of the projectile, a weapon designed for desperate crowd control.   Although at first it seemed as if it did not affect the man composed of iconic energy, an astute eye could have seen that the ionic energy had begun to destabilizing.
 
	“It’s called manning up.”  The Rider retorted after he recovered from the ear ache that Hawkeye’s screeching arrow caused, even though the bulk of the sound had been siphoned away from the archer and those around him.
 
	“Yeah, and what does that make her?”  Hawkeye pointed to Mockingbird.  The Rider just gave the purple-clad archer a glare after hearing this accusation of sexism.  However, instead of making a counter-response, the black-caped crime fighter retrieved several spherical devices from his belt and smashed them against the ground, causing a cloud of smoke to rise up around him and the surrounding area.
 
	“Not Batman my ass.”  Hawkeye mumbled under his breath.
 
	“You know, he probably heard that.”  Mockingbird shook her head at her partner, hoping that he would not tick off the only help that they had at their disposal.
 
	“Hey, it’s not my fault that there’s an uncanny resemblance!”  Once the smokescreen had dispersed, Hawkeye and Mockingbird found themselves in a quite different situation.  The ionic energy that gave Simon Williams his powers had now grown unstable.  His body was twisting and turning in ways that no human body should have been.  The sight was so bizarre and uncanny that Hawkeye, Mockingbird, and even the Rider could only stand where they were and watch.

	“What’s happening to me?”  Simon Williams shouted as he fell to his knees in pain.  His body continue to twist and turn until his body seemed to have been torn asunder.  Even after his body had separated, they could still hear the man’s screams of pain until the ionic energy, along with his body, had dispersed into the air.

	“Okay, what the hell just happened?”  Hawkeye asked aloud, not quite expecting an answer.