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Any idea when we should expect a post MB?

Was gonna do a solo post to kill some time

"Thanks, Captain," Howard said with a nod towards Cap. He held the comm up in his feathered covered fingers. "You do good work. Not as good as Quacktain America, but you do in a pinch."


"Noted, Howard," Captain America smiled at the sarcastic water fowl. He had no idea where the hell the little guy came from, but he certainly had a ton of attitude. Him and Tony would probably get along really well. But Steve had to admit that glove of his was helpful. Maybe not in a straight fight, per say, but sometimes you needed a good distraction, and Howard seemed to be fearless.

"Is it really that bad?" Coulson asked, still fiddling with his hair.

"No it's fine," Sharon reassured the other agent.

"It's not great, Phil," Steve said at the same time, ribbing his friend. He then motioned to the teleporter standing next to Fury's LMD. "Who's the new guy?"

Coulson took his hand away from his hair and shrugged, "Mutant I think. Named Manifold. Teleports. About all I know. You know Colonel Fury. Doesn't like to tell you anything until the last minute."

"The ultimate spy," Agent 13 mused. "Guy would throw the craziest surprise party."

The image of Nick Fury in a party hat floated through Steve's mind, and he let himself have a little chuckle. After a battle it was nice to relax, even though Marko's master was still living in the back of Cap's head. He'd probably be up all night sitting in front of SHIELD's database trying to figure out who was behind the attack.

"Well, I might as well go introduce myself," Cap nodded toward Manifold. He walked over to the new Avenger with an outstretched hand, "Hi. I'm Steve Rogers. Glad to meet you. Always nice to have a new member on the team."
"Uh, so.", I begin, clearing my throat and trying to sound the least like the weenie that I truly am. "Sandy's clearly not going to be a problem anymore if SHIELD has a hold on him. I mean, if they can hold him. Not that I don't have any faith in SHIELD, I mean, I don't..."

I nervously laugh.

"Hoo, boy. Deep breaths, Spidey."

Looking back at a clearly confused Cap, I shrug.

"What I'm trying to say is, um, I'm sure it'll be fine. You and the big guns'll probably have the guy that hired Sandman in custody by dinner. And while I'd love to stay and help clean things up, chances are that if I stick around any longer, some idiot with a camera is gonna send footage of me being here to the Bugle and I'm going to end up being blamed for all of this. Especially given that Marko and I are usually tussling mano-a-mano. So... we done, here? Uh, sir?"

I don't think awkward begins to cover the spectrum of emotions that I just experienced in that one sentence.

Also, the duck is still here and I'm still trying to get ahold of myself.

His name is Harold, right?


Captain America looked the younger hero up and down. He knew that quiver in the kid's voice. He had somewhere to be, more than likely with someone important. Realistically, Spider-Man should stick around. He's in this, one way or another. Steve figured whoever hired Marko was probably watching them at this very moment. That means Spider-Man is a marked man, same as Steve and the Duck.

Still, Steve knew that if Sharon was waiting for him, he'd be as anxious as the younger man was to get out of here. He nodded to Coulson, who took a case out of the SHIELD transport he arrived in. The agent opened it, and from the case Steve pulled two SHIELD communicators. He tossed one to Spider-Man, "Sure thing, Spider-Man. But take this. If my gut is right, we're going to be in touch. I doubt whoever hired Marko will let you out of his web now."

Steve handed the other one to the Duck, "You too...uh...what's your name?"
In a few seconds, he cleared his throat before he went on comms. “Alright, team. What’s the 411? Is this a ‘Tony, we need you’ thing or what?”

He weakly smirked. “I just want to know because I missed breakfast and I really like to savor those little moments in life.”


The voice of Tony Stark crackled through the comm in Cap's ear just as someone new appeared directly in front of the costume heroes along with Nick Fury. Whoever they were, Cap figured they were alright if they came with Fury. The man may have secrets on top of secrets, but he was usually an impeccable judge of character. Probably why Steve and him got along so well.

Tony and Steve, on the other hand, were a different situation. The two butted heads nearly constantly. He was braggadocios, reckless, and insubordinate, and to Tony, Steve was rigid, boring, and too by-the-book. A pair of complete opposites further apart couldn't be found. Still, if there was anyone Steve wanted next to him in a firefight, it was the Iron Man. They were more like bickering brothers than friends, but they always had each others backs. That's what mattered.

"So nice of you to make it, Tony," Captain America responded to the other Avenger sarcastically. "Just like you to show up after all the work's done. Spider-Man, me, and, uh, a duck took care of Sandman, but he was just a distraction. Might as well swing by Times Square. This may just be phase one."

"Okay, enough awready," Sandman grunted, straining to hold enough of his form to talk. "I was contacted, 'bout a week ago. Guy wants ta use me for a job, tells me he knows Cap'n here is gonna be in town today. All's I gotta do is show up at the right time, make some noise, get yer attention. He wires half a mill inta my account the night he calls me, says I'll get the other half afterwards. Easy money."

Already knowing what the follow-up questions will be, Marko continued.

"B'fore ya ask, no, I don't know who it is," he said. "Never met the guy in person, never sawr'is face, only spoke ta him once over a burner phone. Couldn't make out half a' what he was sayin, on account a his real thick accent. Sounded like, I dunno, some kinda Euro-trash."

Forming a crude pair of arms, Sandman held up a pair of hands submissively.

"Tha'ss all I know, swear ta God," he said. "Now lock me up, take me to the Vault or wherever, just get me away from that freakin' duck."


The Sandman's words roll edaround in Captain America's head as the sound of SHIELD helicopters approached from the distance. Whoever hired Marko knew where Steve would be today. That was a worrying thought. Captain America was a lot of things, but surprised was rarely one of them. Did this mean SHIELD had a mole inside its ranks? Was there someone in Brooklyn spying on him? Whatever the case was, the Avenger was not happy to be played like this.

Suddenly, two SHIELD choppers, powered by Stark's repulsor technology touched down in Times Square. From one stepped Sharon, and from the other stepped Cap's friend Phil Coulson. The two approached, and Coulson nodded to the heroes, "Good work. We'll take Marko from here."

"Thanks, Coulson," he nodded to the agent. "I'll be in for a full debrief, but tell Fury that Marko was a distraction. Bait. Someone wanted to lure anyone's attention they could towards him, and away from whatever the real plan was."

As Coulson slipped a pair of power-dampening cuffs on the criminal, Agent 13 gave Steve a kiss on the cheek, "Glad you're okay....is that a duck?"

"Thanks, Spidey. Don't know how we would have handled that sign situation without you," he slapped the younger hero on the shoulder. He always liked Spider-Man. The kid was almost constantly in over his head, yet still managed to make it out of any situation. If Steve was being honest, he reminded him of himself from before the Super Soldier Serum. Spidey was never afraid to tangle with someone way stronger than he was. It was always good to have someone like that on your side.

Rogers then turned to the duck wearing the weird glove, "And...thank you. I take it you were the one that calmed everyone down and had them evacuating safely? And rhythmically?"

All good. Maybe we should try and check in when we're writing replies moving forward? That way we're not stepping on one anothers' toes?
" 'course, you was here back when the Dodgers was here, too," he said, his hands turning into masses of quills. "Speakin' of, why dontcha try dodgin' these!!!"

As the quills hardened to jagged rocky spears, Sandman flung them towards the Star-Spangled Avenger, a hail of tiny darts speeding towards the hero in a blur.


Cap's shield returned to him just in time to absorb the impact of most of Sandman's projectiles. Steve said a silent prayer to Howard Stark. His miraculous creation had saved Steve more times than the Avenger could count. Howard could have never dreamed all these years later his shield would still be covering Captain America's six.

Unfortunately, the shield wasn't enough to block all of Sandman's attack. Two of the quills scored grazing blows, one on his right thigh and one on his left calf. Little more than nuisance injuries, but they irked Cap none the less. Marko was nothing more than a punk. Letting him get under the Avenger's guard wasn't something Cap was proud of.

Luckily, something drew the criminal's attention away from Cap. The hero dropped his guard, and saw Spider-Man annoying the supervillain. The two had clashed many times in the past, and if anyone knew how to deal with the Sandman, it was the wall-crawler.

"Hey, Flagman! If there's any way that I could help you out, now's the time to make requests!"


Steve didn't waste any time. He pointed up towards the Hotel Carter, "Secure that sign! I'll worry about Sandman for now!"

Not wasting time to make sure Spider-Man followed his orders, Steve knew the kid would, the Captain took notice of the fire hydrant closest to Sandman. This wouldn't hurt the villain, but maybe it could slow him down until some more help arrived.

"Hey, Flint!" Captain America called out to the villain. "Time to wash your dirt off the face of New York!"

The Star-Spangled Avenger once again tossed his shield, shattering the hydrant and dousing Sandman in a torrent of water.
Brooklyn

The cup of coffee rolled idly in Steve Rogers's hand. He stared a hole into its inky-black depths before taking a sip. The bitter liquid made him wince slightly. They claimed this was the best cup of coffee in the city. Maybe it was. Cap came out of the ice a while ago, but he still couldn't wrap his mind around what the hell had happened to coffee in the time he was gone. That and beer. Whoever thought beer should taste like pine tar needed their head examined.

"If you don't like it you don't have to drink it," Sharon Carter, SHIELD's Agent 13, chuckled from across the table. She had been assigned to help him acclimate after he was thawed out, but she had become so much more. During the war, he had never considered falling in love. But now it was all he could think about. "I'm not sure you fit in with Brooklyn anymore."

Steve smirked and nodded at her, "I do tend to end up in more Snapgrams than I would normally expect."

"Snapchats, babe. Snapchats," Sharon shook her head in amusement. "We seriously need to get a pop culture refresh-"

Suddenly, both of their attentions were drawn to the TV hanging outside the cafe. A breaking news story flashed over the screen, showing Flint Marko, the Sandman, attacking Times Square.

"I'll go get the shield," Sharon got up and took off towards their apartment. "Go get your bike!"

Steve took off as well, ducking into an alley. He pushed onto the side of his wristwatch as he ran, and from it sprung his Captain America tactical armor. It spread over him like water, but in reality was a group of interlocking machines made by Tony Stark. It wasn't as strong as his armor, but it allowed Cap the freedom of movement and protection he needed.

He found his bike parked out back of the apartment, as he started it up, he looked up and saw Sharon toss him the shield. He caught it and she yelled down, "I'll get in touch with Fury! Go!"

Captain America fired up the bike, and sped off towards Manhattan.

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Times Square

Steve weaved in and out of traffic until he saw Times Square looming a few blocks in front of him. Soon, the road was too full of traffic, and the sidewalks too choked with people to ride further. He disembarked the bike and sprinted the rest of the way. As he did, however, he noticed the people fleeing the scene weren't fleeing at all.

They were dancing.

Cap didn't have time to worry about that. He reached Times Square and found Sandman towering in the center of the landmark laughing and holding a car above his head. He looked to take aim at some of the evacuating civilians. Instead, Cap's shield cut through the sand forming his arms, causing the car to crash to the ground at the villain's feet. With a moment to take stock, Cap saw a sign above the crowd hanging on by a thread.

"Sharon, the Hotel Carter sign is about to crash into civilians," he said over his commlink. "I can keep Marko occupied, but we need someone to secure that sign."
Byrd, I hope to god Howard's podcast is about how the Philly Phanatic is a serial killer

Also, if we ever get a sandbox game going I want to see that shit play out.

Also, also Cap will be on the scene soon.
Andy, should we start putting things in the "Characters" section? Wasn't sure if you wanted to put something in the first post on there or what. Might be a good place to store the "clues" that we find about the Big Bad
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