[color=yellow][center][h1]Captain Marvel
in
Kids These Days[/h1][/center][/color]
Marvel was rather sick of bouncing off of walls. He was yet again tossed about after having his face palmed and his body tossed across the room. He landed face-first on the ground, he stood up--his head rung disorient.

Kinder leaguers went about the business of assisting the elderly and making sure those effected by Extant's accelerated decomposition of their mortal coils were safe. Luckily for him, Captain Marvel was not among those with tampered biology thanks to some mystical snot. Never in his life had he been so appalled and thankful at the same time. A few of his fellow heroes had come under Extant's command and begun attacking the unaffected heroes. Najee would object the harm of another teammate; Marvel was a warrior who lived for battle and destruction--all in the name of preserving humanity, that is. This instance was one of those moments, and so when Toon Girl sought to attack him, he aimed to hammer his fist into her face without regard for her safety--right now, she was the enemy, she was threatening fellow leaguers, and thus Marvel would show her no mercy.

But he did feel remorse afterward. Horrific as she looked, he had come to enjoy her company during their time together on the first mission. There was chaos all around him; well, there was mostly old people and so 'chaos' was not the most appropriate observance of the situation. No, this was more like watching a Charlie Chaplin film without the hijinks or the zany commentary. Everyone was wrinkled, saggy, chubby, slow, or rambling about things which only concern the elderly. Some quick surveillance of the room provided Marvel with the inkling of a plan and it was a plan simple enough: draw the attention of the teammates-turned-assailants so the others can evacuate the rest of the elderly teammates. After all, the Captain wasn't the most [i]delicate[/i] person in the world, and he certainly wasn't apt at handling unnaturally and rapidly aged organic lifeforms.

Marvel picked up one of the meeting chairs and hurled it at Clayface. Then he secured a coffee mug and tossed it at The Warden. Above all else, Marvel loved a good fight--even if it was against his own teammates. He just hoped they would take the bait.