This is bad.
I throw myself up through the buildings, ascending as quickly as I can. I bounce from a brick wall, slamming my feet into a goon's face here, and another's crotch there. They fall from their rooftop perches with ease. Of course, dozens upon dozens of them simply pour out of the portals that have been sprouting up. I fire a webline skywards and somehow manage to find a clear path up the skyscrapers.
THWIP!
On so many various levels, this is bad.
Where are these things even coming from? News reports and speculation in the media cites Asgard. Some folks are even blaming Thor. That seems a bit... convenient, though, doesn't it? I mean... I've talked to Thor. He's crazy. Off the reservation, completely deranged. But he's never seemed violent. Plus, this Asgardian attack on the eve of Norman Osborn's heroic revolution?
It seems a little... scripted.
Actually, now that I think about it, 'bad' seems to almost be too positive. 'cause when you leave the house without your wallet and want to buy a hot dog on the street but, doggone it, you haven't got any cash... that's bad. When the guy who almost killed your girlfriend, destroyed the life of your best friend, and has killed dozens of people, has, all of a sudden, broken out of prison, gained media attention, and has developed a team of super-goons masquerading about as heroes, thats
really bad.
When the guy who almost killed your girlfriend, destroyed the life of your best friend, and has killed dozens of people, has, all of a sudden,broken out of prison, gained media attention, and developed a team of super-goons masquerading about as heroes, and a powermad dictator has his airship-o'-death parked over the center of the city like a stalking vulture, that's borderline disastrous.
So I guess that that means you have to create a whole new word for when the guy who almost killed your girlfriend, destroyed the life of your best friend, and has killed dozens of people, has, all of a sudden,broken out of prison, gained media attention, and developed a team of super-goons masquerading about as heroes, a powermad dictator has his airship- o'-death parked over the center of the city like a stalking vulture, and, in the middle of it all, a dragon appears and starts taking down buildings like dominos...
Well... there's really no other way to put it, is there?
"Ho... ly... ****."
I'm standing here, watching Thor and Captain America attacking it, pulverizing it. Thor cries something out and sends himself soaring at the beast's snout. On a rooftop opposite of me, six or seven archers materialize.
"Guess again, super-goons!" I say, springing off of the rooftop. I take them all out with a single, well-placed kick.
I glance down at Captain America, then back up to Thor, nodding solemly.
If they need my help, I'll give it. But, for now, I'm on a one-way train to Osborn-ville.