[B]Kingston, Jamaica
About Three Seconds Later[/B]

"Right behind ya', Captain!"

That hover bike is quick, alright. It's got enough [I]giddyup[/I] to cross the ocean in only a few minutes. Given that he had crossed the sound barrier many times over, Murdock would've been flying entirely blind if it weren't for the onboard navigation systems that so helpfully volunteered to take him to the most dangerous locations in the world without half an hour of extraneous legal drivel. Onstar could learn a thing or two from SHIELD. But seemingly all at once, the noble machine drops it's anchor into the atmosphere and cools off to a comfortable 200 mph, cruising speed, and cheerfully tells Matt "You have arrived!" 

The cockpits soundproof shell recedes into it's sheath before the warm ambient hum of the engine drowns in a din of gunfire and quantum entangled syllables. Matt cocks his head back and clicks his tongue off the roof of his mouth, like he's trying to loosen up some peanut butter. The soundwaves give a nice, clean picture of the surrounding area as the bike rolls at the decrepit pace of 40 mph. The safehouse was up ahead, only a football field's length away, with about two armored vans in positions ideally situated to take a real shot at him.

So Matt took a shot first, pouncing off of the hover bike and letting it fly at moderate acceleration towards the leftward threat. He covers his ears as the flying bike rolls the entire back half of the van into a harmless knot of reinforced metal panels and break lines. The minigunner backed off when his bucking weapon's foundation snapped in half. "Try firing that without breaking your wrist, I dare you!"

"Die! you self-sanctified dinosaur!" A reinforcement who was evidently taking it easy in the passenger seat barks out.
[B][H3][Sub]PWOP![/Sub][/H3][/B]
If Skrillex were to sample the purring of a popcorn machine and work it into a bass drop, it would sound exactly like the weapon being fired in Matt's direction. The spot on the ground where the shot landed wasn't scorched or covered in any sort of residue, it looked fluffy and wet like merengue. Whatever that weapon was, it could scramble the molecules of it's target with the air around it. [I]Perfect for omelettes, but good enough to take out a superhero in a pinch.[/I]

"I hate superheroes: all of you!" the criminal shouts as he aims to take another shot, hastily lining his sight up with the interlocking double-Ds.

At this point, the sonuvabitch on top of the other van finally finds the power to break off from his Facebook feed long enough to start shooting at the guy who just destroyed the van identical to their own. A couple of clicks and a couple of clacks came too little too late: Daredevil had dispatched the one with the fancy gun and smashed the driver's face into the windshield before throwing them both out of the van and into the dirty sand. Having just completely disabled the vehicles ability to be driven, you'd've thought it'd look silly to see the scarlet swashbuckler crawling around in there, until you saw him rip the four way tire iron out from under the seat and throw it your direction!
[B][H3][Sub]SHNAKH![/Sub][/H3][/B]
The minigunner atop the far van succumed to the concussion inflicted by feeling his weapon pivot and snap against his forehead, the metal restraints that held it steady were in shambles and it's accuracy was melted to slag. By the time the driver had processed what had just happened, Daredevil was out of the car and on the ground, dashing and working his damn hardest to put a mile gap between that driver and his consciousness.

[B]Kabam! Pow! Smack![/B] The driver was pacified. If Matt Murdock had been a boxer like his old man, there's no way it would've taken more than a split second to break that nose Rocky Balboa was always braggin' about.

"Daredevil speaking: two more entrances clear. No way we're getting pinned down. I'm en route to your position!" At that, The Man Without Fear puts the pedal to the metal and cut the distance like butter. The boy in blue swells like a balloon on his radar sense as DD zeroes in on his fellow Avenger and Agent Woo. As Daredevil slides out of the driver's seat, the previous driver spills out of the open door, landing like a sack of potatoes, onto the ground.

Face to face, Daredevil spits a warning: "Careful, they've got really [I]special[/I] guns", cracking the door, kicking it open and preemptively readying a billy club for a toss!