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The heroes stood gathered, discussing their victory and how to proceed as the city burned around them. Sirens blared, and people continued to scream and shout for help. Rain dropped slowly from the sky, whether the sky itself cried for the wounded and the fallen, or it was the doing of Thor, it couldn't be said. There was a roar of tyres as a black SUV rounded the corner near the heroes' congregation point. Unknowingly driving straight past Arthur Curry and his father as they fled into the city in an attempt to get away. The door to the SUV opened as a group of work trucks rounded the corner, and some stopped earlier than others. Dispelling men in grey coveralls, orange high vis. They moved in harmony, like synchronised swimmers. They didn't appear to communicate; they just got on with it. 

Some wore arm bands with the red cross; those ran escorted by several of the regular workers. Meanwhile, the car at the front, which approached Thor and the ensemble of would-be heroes, came to a stop. Its door opened, and a man in a grey, smartly cut suit stepped out.

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[color=gray]"I don't know who you all are -"[/color] He nodded to Thor. [color=gray]"-Except for you, [i]you[/i] have friends in far-reaching places it seems."[/color] Agent Phil Coulson reached into his jacket and pulled out a sealed envelope; the insignia on it indicated it came from Frost Industries. Phil hadn't dared to break the seal; he wasn't entirely sure where the letter had come from, just that he had been told to deliver it to 'Thor'.

[color=gray]"I've been told to give you a choice: you either disperse or you come in for a debrief. The powers-that-be think there has been [i]enough[/i] excitement for today. Let us handle the cleanup; we're the best there is.[/color] He looked around the unlikely group of allies, the heroes that had come together in the time of need. He knew that there were projects, groups of superpowered individuals working for various agencies and societies but this was the first time since the Justice Society that an [i] unaffiliated [/i] group of heroes came together to do something good.

Perhaps the world was changing.