19966/Seige of STAR Labs

Seige of STAR Labs
Date of Scene:	05 February 2025
Location:	S.T.A.R. Labs
Synopsis:	A group of superheroes stop the Wrecking Crew from breaking into STAR Labs.
Cast of Characters:	Monet St. Croix, Felicity Smoak, Hank Hall, Gar Logan, Clark Kent

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Monet St. Croix has posed:
S.T.A.R. Labs; one of the premiere research facilities on the planet, specializing in technology from alien races. Where the brightest of mankind came together to learn and share knowledge from beyond the stars. Where they did their best to help further humanity's progress for the future. A bright place, intending to take humanity to new heights, to new planets, to new civilizations..
    But such keepers of knowledge and learning made for targets for those that wished to take such technology and abuse it.
    This was such a time. It was a normal day. Bright and shiny in the City of the Future. A normal one. Security was checking people coming and going through the main entrance. It shook. One of the security guards looked up. The front of the building, then the entirety of the facility shook.
    A massive quake hit the place, the entire front of the building collapsed.
    A big man wieldin ga massive, glowing crowbar and associates stood there. "Knock knock, anybody home?"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
In the secure bunker underneath Queen Mansion in Starling City, Felicity Smoak sits behind an array of screens, a three-dimensional holographic projection of a building diagram floating above the smooth surface of a table just to her right.

With one hand, she pushes her two-tone, rectangle-framed glasses a little higher on her nose. With the other, she spins the wireframe around as if it were a real thing, inspecting the five tiny glowing red dots plotted inside.

She's focused when the alarm hits, a sharp pulse of red light flooding the screens that startles her back into her seat, nearly knocking over the cup of coffee beside her in the process.

Her fingers fly over her keyboard, the giant array of displays -- the one that looks like it should be eight monitors, but in reality just one that she can divide however she wants -- filling with security feeds, satellite links, secure comm channels.

<< "STAR Labs, this is Overwatch. What the hell is happening?" >>

She forces her way into the primary security feed. Live footage from STAR Labs floods in -- many cameras are simply gone, but many feeds still exist.

A debris cloud. Security lights. Sprinkler systems. People running. She swipes through camera angles, looking for patterns, looking for intent.

Is this isolated? Was this a natural event? The collapse of just the front of the STAR Labs building couldn't possibly be a coincidence...

And then she sees them, switching camera angles. Pulling back. The big man with the massive, glowing crowbar.

Another keyboard shortcut reroutes emergency alerts across government and private networks. SHIELD, DEO, the Justice League. If she's seeing this, so are they.

<< "Justice League, this is Overwatch. We've got a breach at STAR Labs. I'm reaching out to police, fire, medical. I'll run coordination efforts. _Please_ tell me you have assets available... _big_ assets." >>

Hank Hall has posed:
It was startling when Hank went from his Metropolis bike-cop uniform and city-issued bike to his Hawk costume, with all the enhancements that came with that form - still trying to ride the bike. But he couldn't just ditch it - the bike was city property and thus his responsibility. So he pedaled like a madman, probably looking more than a little ridiculous, towards where the chaos spirit that empowered him told him Hawk was needed.

Damn shame Dove was off scouting agrarian retirement options this week - he suspected that her help was gonna come in really, really handy.

And because the source of his gifts apparently had a sense of humor, his Metropolis cop badge was pinned to the front of his Hawk costume soon and resisted being removed. With a sigh, Hawk just pedaled inhumanly fast towards the source of the impending conflict.

"Seven alpha nine to dispatch. Major incident in progress. Presumably at STAR Labs. Am moving to respond. Backup requested." he told his radio, then waited for dispatch to get off their latte-sipping donut-munching behinds and ack his communication.

And send him some backup.

Gar Logan has posed:
The Titans commlink signal from Hank Hall reaches the human zoo, Gar in the middle of doing some work at a nearby waterpark - today, the show had a green dolphin to go with the bottlenose and he was helping the scientists understand things about dolphin hydrodynamics and capabilities that, well, you couldn't really tell another dolphin how to do all the things they needed.

None of which matters now as he shifts from aquatic mammal to avian, taking the form of a wide-winged eagle as he jets across the skies, slipping into the crosswinds and angling himself towards the source of the commotion.

Gee, that commotion really does look big. And strong. Yikes. Where's Cyborg when you need him?

Not that he'd let that stop him. Gar Logan wasn't the type to back down from a fight and soon he's diving in to get a closer look and pick his spot.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's an emergency beacon sent out. THe attackers are easy to identify. Unfortunately, they are far worse than the Village People. And as Hank Hall goes to head towards the place of conflict, one might almost, perhaps, hear jingling 'I want to ride my Bicycle' tooting. Most likely not, but perhaps it was there.
    The leader of the quartet, the WRECKER, calls out, "All right folks, you know how this goes. You play nice and cooperate, and you all get to live. Get in the way and don't do what you're told, then every single one of you goes kaput and this entire building's a crater." The Wrecking Crew aren't known to mess about.
    He would call out to one of the security guards, "Now be a good boy, tell me where da main servers are." In a thick accent.
    The guard would look at the pistol he had, then over at the Wrecker. Training in defending the facility and protecting it's secrets warring iwth the fact that his primray goal was to keep everyone alive. And that lives were more important than anyone else. As these two conflicting goals cracked against one another, an intern would stammer out, "Lowest floor. It's locked down automatically. It's reinforced titanium enhanced. You'll never get through it."
    One of the Wrecking Crew, a man wtih big fists, would call out, "Wanna bet? 'Cuz let's shake.." His hand would rise up in the air, him getting on one leg. "Rattle.."
    His hand would smash down, caving in more than a dozen levels to the lowest floor.
    "AND QUAKE!"

Felicity Smoak has posed:
Felicity Smoak is already three steps ahead, splicing into the Titans' comms while rerouting first responders before the Wrecker even finishes his Bond-villain monologue.

<< "Titans, this is Overwatch. I know you're in Metropolis, and congratulations, if you can hear this, you're now on official STAR Labs disaster duty. If you're not already en route, move. Because the Wrecking Crew just made it personal. I'm merging channels for coordination. Speak up if you need something." >>

The words are crisp, no wasted breath. In another window, she reroutes Metropolis Fire & Rescue to stage two blocks out. Police can't stop these guys, but they can keep civilians from getting pancaked.

Her fingers snap through the Watchtower's teleportation uplink, pulling available JL evac protocols. Civilian signatures flagged, potential evac points lighting up across the crumbling building schematic.

<< "Justice League, I'm prepping teleporter extraction for non-combatants within range. That hole to the lowest floor? Yeah, it's worse than it sounds." >>

And then -- time to push back.

Felicity flicks to another screen, bringing something online. A prototype she'd been refining -- fully autonomous tactical drones. Starling City's been dangerous lately, and New York has been worse.

She doesn't like feeling helpless.

Her best unit is locked in an underground vault under Queen Mansion, but two smaller models are primed in a storage hub on the outskirts of Metropolis.

Time to field-test them.

TAC-4 and TAC-7 spin up, sleek aerial drones with reinforced casings and adaptive countermeasures. Not weapons -- she's not stupid enough to arm them. But high-powered sonic disruptors? That, she can work with.

The first unit launches, remote-controlled, tearing toward STAR Labs at Mach 2. The second follows, prepped for thermal imaging, energy pulse tracking, and a few "I'm-smarter-than-you" tricks.

Clark Kent has posed:
It was another emergency in Metropolis this time in the heart of the city...at Star Labs! With a flex of his powers Superman was streaking to the location at the speed that was safe for the environment, arriving in the air space directly above the commotion.

Hearing the alarm sent by Felicity, Superman responds, "Copy that. I am en route...and I am there." He was fast. "Looks like a mess..."

Hank Hall has posed:
Once Hank was in visual range of the fustercluck at STAR, he thought the city might understand if he ditched the bike. So he hopped off to take flight - the better to divebomb any visible baddies! - and let the bike fall where it may. Sadly for his incipient need for mayhem, all the intruders had moved inside the facility, frustratingly out of Hawk divebombing range. But do you know what wasn't out of range? The big green bird winging its way towards him. "Hawk to Titans." he called after switching his radio to a new frequency. "Anyone know why we've got a Konami videogame on our comms playing dispatch?" he asked, only to be passed by a very familiar red-and-blue.

Oh, it was _on_ now! Superman in the hizzouse!

"Moving to engage." he said as he landed - much more slowly than the Man of Steel - and began to make his way into the facility. At least it wasn't hard to tell which way to go - just follow the wreckage.

Gar Logan has posed:
"Overwatch, angel of the airwaves, Changeling here at your service, Feel free to tell me what to do anytime," he says into the comms.

Superman just zips past his eagle self in the sky, the green-feathered Titan tilting slightly to move into a rotation above the Wrecking Crew and their general mayhem.

"Lotta heavy hitters out there today. I think my healing abilities might be getting a workout today. Oh, I hate it when I get my nose broken," he says. "Yeah, Hawk, you engage! Get 'em, buddy!"

Monet St. Croix has posed:
As Superman arrives along with the other heroes, they face off with the WRECKING CREW. The Wrecker goes to order, "Thunderball, do what we were paid to do." The man that twirled the giant ball on a chain would give a salute.
    "Can do boss." THen he's going to jump down through the dozen floors or so to land on the lowest level, where the secure servers were. Well, on top of the massive metal shield protecting it. Thunderball would give it a tap with his booted foot. "Ow. Stubbed my toe." He would go.
    "Guess just going to have to whip it." Lifting up his enchanted weapon. "Whip it good." Ball and chain smashing down, cracking through the heavy metal shield like one might crack an omelette.

Civilian signatures are rapidly flagged by Overwatch for immediate evacuation. Thanks to the extensive security cameras and monitoring systems setup throughout the entire facility, it was rather easy for Overwatch to tag everyone. Even in the secure areas she could probably get in without too much of an issue. Given excited scientists may not exactly be known for following IT protocols, a depressing number of things could be accessed with 'password1234'. Her drones will get there without an issue. And seh can get everyone out, whether via the Justice League teleporter or the ones in STAR Labs that weren't quite of the same quality.

As Superman arrives, the Wrecker laughs, "Hey, it's Big Blue. Though when we're done with you going to be all black and red all over." He goes to raise up his enchanted weapon.. And goes to blast at Superman wtih the mystical lightning from it, it arching towards the air towards the Last Child of Krypton (May not in fact be last child).

Even as Felicity's drone arrives over to coordinate with Hank and Garfield. As the green bird goes to dart through the air, moving in towards the position with Hawk right behind him; a big, huge man wearing enough metal on him to almost look like the Juggernaut calls out, "Shoo fly, don't bother me!" Then going to pick up a massive, toppled section of the wall that had previously gone up two stories and been shattered down, going to hurl it up like a missile towards the pair!

Hank Hall has posed:
Hawk grinned more than a little ferally as the slab of concrete came soaring at himself and Changeling. Hawks up front, Changelings in the rear. The slab of concrete on final approach gets a mighty punch from Hawk, pulverizing a good chunk of it and sending significant much-smaller slabs of concrete deflecting to the walls on either side of the pair of Titans.

Oops.

But he kept advancing, trusting Changeling to watch their six, as he headed for Temu Tina Turner circa Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
<< "Uh... first, Overwatch is a game by _Blizzard_, not Konami. Second, I had the name first. Ask the JLA. OG Team Arrow twenty-twelve, baby." >>

What Felicity means, of course, is that she joined the Justice League as Overwatch, a support asset, alongside the Green Arrow when the Justice League was originally formed under Superman's leadership in 2012.

Which means she's been doing this whole data-broker/coordinator thing for... at least thirteen years. God, that makes her feel old sometimes.

Beat.

<< "...Not 'Baby'-baby... I'm not calling you 'Baby'... It's more like a 'booyah?'..." >>

Felicity is many things. A literal genius. A super-hacker. The daughter of one of the leading members of the Injustice League -- The Calculator -- and one of the best logistical assets in the business. Maybe the best, if you ask a certain green-clad archer not named Robin Hood. But one thing she is not is efficient in her speech, even over the radio. You'd think with over a decade of practice, she would have gotten better. She has not.

<< "Angel of the airwaves I can work with, though. See?! How much does it cost to be nice?!" >>

Nobody ask how much it costs to be an asshole.

Superman's voice she recognizes in an instant, though.

<< "_Very_ glad to have you, Supes. Long story short, surveillance picked up audio that they're after a server on the lowest floor. No idea why. Working on it." >>

Civilians, meanwhile, are blinking out of existence. Just before a floor collapses on a woman in a skirt suit, she fades out along with six others nearby, only to reappear elsewhere in safe extraction zones near the first responders.

And then there's the drones. High tech, bird-like, they're each a few meters across, and though they soar in at incredible speeds, they cut back as they approach, fanning out and narrowly avoiding the chunk of building, thanks to Hank's interception.

<< "Changeling, how are you in tight spaces? I've got injured on sub-levels 3 and 5, but there's too much electrical interference to get a teleporter lock." >>

Meanwhile, dome-shaped speakers fold out of the bellies of both of the drones, angling towards Bulldozer and blasting him with their sonic disruptors.

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman does notice Hank and Gar as he zips by. Smiling, he takes a moment to say, "Great to have you aboard. Be careful. Let me take the big hits. I don't want anyone getting hurt." A pause. "And thank you for your help. You to on Comms. Server on lowest floor...copy that." That to Felicity.

Superman hovers in front, watching as Wrecker unleashes his mystical lightning. Ready for it this time, Superman smiles, and uses his super speed to move several feet to the left of the strike, certain befor ehe did so that no innocents would be harmed by the blast. "Nice try Wrecker. Fool me once."

Next, he was beside the man, as fast as lighting. With a flick of his finger, Superman tries to take the Wrecker down, as gently as possible.

Gar Logan has posed:
Garfield Logan divebombs at Overwatch's suggestion, "Roger that. Just tell me if there's anything you need me to do while I'm down there<' he says. He lands well away from the direct fracas, and shifting into a lemur form, small and rapid and remarkably agile. He swings long limbs as he scrambles through rubble and starts to seek out the collateral damage.

When some of the blockages prove to be heavier, he shifts to big green gorilla, going back and forth between tossing debris to clear a path out and then finding a way to carry out the wounded without making things worse.

"We need a support hero who can turn stretchers or neckbraces. Makes me miss Rita all the more," he says. He hasn't seen his foster mom in a long time. Probably should check in on the Doomers sometime.

"You got this guys!" he calls back encouragingly. Let's be honest, mostly because of Superman. Superman's here. That means everything will be fine.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
There's a CRACK as Superman's finger goes to hit the Wrecker. Superman is strong. He holds back. A lot. To make sure that he doesn't hurt people. Wrecker's head snaps back from the impact. He goes to roar, and move sto try and slam his enchanted crowbar up to Superman's face. The Wrecker is strong. Super strong. And super tough. There's a reason why the Wrecking Crew are dangerous. Not only due to their magic toys. They brawl with the big boys. But Superman is super fast. Unless he's caught by surprise at his enemy still standing from the restrained blow and able to hit him back.

Bulldozer is super strong - not among the strongest on the planet, but still tough. But his ears are not included among that. He goes to yell over in pain as the sonic disruptors hit him, making him dizzy and disorienting him. "What's a fucking boom box when you need one?!" As he grunts, and goes to lift up his fists, intent on if not stopped trying to stomp them hard over into the ground to shake up the place!

Pile Driver is there to meet Hawk by taking a leap, intent on starting a rough midair brawl. "Hey, I've always wondered with you bird guys. If I tear you in half, I gonna get a wishbone like a turkey?" His jump and swing are very messy, and probably easy to dodge - but also that taunt may not be something that Hawk's going to let go unchallenged.

Overwatch corrects everyone on proper video game history, and is rapidly teleporting everyone out that she can get tags on. There's some she can't reach - but that's what Garfield is for as he goes to dart down through the rubble, rapidly freeing people that are pinned or blocked off. They look over at him gratefully. However.. To the side, is a small supply closet with the door open. Inside is what's definitely a janitor with a large cigar, reading a magazine of.. Questionable moral content. He glances over at Garfield as Gar is heroically turning to a big green Magilla to free folks.

"Snuffy's on his break now." Turning back to his magazine.

Down below, Thunderball is making his way towards the server room. "Lovely, they're up above like coitus interruptus. Guess that it means that I'm in a bit of a hurry." He goes to take a moment to glance over at some of the rooms nearby that hold energy generators of various types. Including some small capsules with.. "Oh, don't mind if I do." And wiht that, the physicist goes into a room full of highly radioactive materials, if not stopped gonig to quickly unlatch them, shut down the safeties and lockdowns in the room, and to flood the entire 'basement' wtih very lethal radiation.

Felicity Smoak has posed:
It's... crazy. Even though Felicity knows she's not going to be able to see Superman move on the feeds, it's still like watching a slow series of still pictures. One frame, he's in one place. The next frame he's in a different place.

It's _supposed_ to be a smooth video, though.

It's almost distracting enough to keep her from noticing, on one of the few remaining video feeds in the lower level, that Thunderball is being... not nice.

Code flies across the screen -- security protocols for STAR Labs, level by level, quickly filtering down to the server room.

PASSWORD>

"Seriously?"

>> Nject 4.7.9.1.2...
>> Deploying remote access...
>> Welcome, Ghost Fox Goddess...

<< "Supes?!.. I kinda need you on double-duty. The big green guy's trying to release the radiation containment on the lower levels... I'm trying to deploy _all_ of the safeties before he can get there..." >>

More frantic typing, trying to get as many thick-walled security containment doors and force-fields as STAR Labs has thrown up in the way. Unfortunately, all she could do was activate them. Once they were torn down, they were out of her control.

The drones? They're on autonomous control, doing their best to avoid getting hit, but also keeping up their assault to keep Bulldozer tied up. Felicity's TooBusy(tm) to fly them manually, at the moment. Unfortunately, his tantrum also seems to be enough to cause some localized quake-level tremors.

<< "Guys, you need to be ready to evac on my signal if that containment field fails..." >>

Meanwhile.. zap, zap, zap.. more civilians disappearing. Slower, now that the easy to get ones were gone.

Felicity has.. a lot going on at once.

Clark Kent has posed:
Wrecker hits back with a glancing blow. There is a crack, as the mystical component of the wrecking crowbar hits Superman, and he FEELS that. With a grunt, Superman wipes a trickle of blood from the bruise on his cheek where the blow was struck. Moving back slightly, Superman shakes his head, and waits for the healing to start. "Magic. I hate magic."

Superman side-eyes Hawk, and knows he can handle PileDriver. Next, Bulldozer, low priority, but he is ready to help if need be. Nodding next towards Gar, Supes knows he can handle himself.

Superman pauses, as fast as he can, and listens. One of them was missing..."Thunderball..." Right now, Superman was busy. One at a time. "Overwatch. I copy that. Thunderball is in the server area...on it." Ready to use more force, he readies himself. And was a blur. Finding himself where the "big green guy" was. "Its over Thunderball. Surrendur."

Hank Hall has posed:
Hawk smiled as Piledriver left his feet to leap at him. "Dunno. If I pummel you into paste will Hormel sue?" he quipped as he easily sidestepped out of the wsy of that wild swing and then, taking a page from Dove's book, gently kept Piledriver's momentum going in ways he probably wouldn't like. Which resulted in not so much of a piledriver but more like a bellyflop. And then, for good measure, Hawk stomped on Piledriver's face, looking to give the big guy a tread tattoo across his nose.

Gar Logan has posed:
"First of all, Snuffy, I want to compliment you on your taste in vintage printed material. I haven't seen that much bush since the Serengheti. But, y'know, horrible villainous terrorizing happening, big superhero battle. Like, I'm a giant green gorilla and I'm like the slouch here, I'm the soft support. I can turn into a very scary things, sir! But today, I am on cleric duty and that's fine, I often play a support role, being in the thick of the fight is very exciting but honestly I get a lot of bruises, soooooooooo manyb ruises."

"Anyway. Snuffy. MOVE YOUR BUTT!"

He responds to Overwatch, "I'm working on the evac! I think I've gotten all the wounded on this level. Unless you know any I've missed, I think we're almost clear. I hope."

Monet St. Croix has posed:
The level of intense security that STAR Labs has on their files might want to make Felicity either offer to subcontract them for IT or raid all the systems herself for anything fun while she has the chance. Maybe they have an alien killer robot in there or something! But she's working up a very effective stalling game as she moves to override force fields, sets up buffers, and works desperately at trying to keep the containment fields up in place to hold back whatever radiation backlash that might hit. She keeps her efforts up and multitasks expertly, even as civilians keep on vanishing.

As Superman gets the warning and goes down to face Thunderball, the deranged man smiles at him, "Ah, SUperman. But here's the thing, it's never quite over. I can rather quickly setup a self sustaining gamma overload with the toys they have in here. If you so much as touch me, everything in here collapses and a containment breach goes off. One that this place with the level of damage it has the containment fields can't hold. I'm an expert in radiation overloads. One of the best on the planet. Do you want to see Metropolis turned into the Hulk capital of the universe?" Everything in the room is extremely unstable and could go off at just the slightest misstep. But fortunately he's SUPERMAN.

The janitor just goes to give Beast Boy a flat look, "I work here." So he pretty much knows the routine at this point. Snuffy sighs, and goes to carefully fold up his, ah.. Tasteful material (not) to put it away. "Snuffy had better get paid triple overtime for having to do this when he's on break." Apparently being someone willing to work janitorial duties at STAR Labs made for ultimate job security. But, he is moving along as instructed, still not dropping his cigar as he would puff at it. "Snuffy had damned better get some booze out of this." Muttering, not to Beast Boy.

Piledriver goes down over like he's LaunchPad McQuack with that sort of twist and shout (twist and shout) as he's flipped over and hammered down HARD as that stomp goes down. And breaks his (not so pretty) face. "Argh! My nose job! You know how much that costs to have?" Broken jaw is fun! His hand goes to snap up, intent on trying to catch Hawk's boot if he can with intent to try and twist it around in a spiral if at all possible, attempting to snap it like a twig!

Felicity Smoak has posed:
Oh, there's probably a _lot_ of things Felicity would want to look at in the STAR Labs file system, if she had the time to go digging.

There's probably a lot she's passively recording as she goes, too.

And... _maybe_... she's leaving behind one of her signature back doors so she could go have a peek around later, when she had more time to be leisurely about it.

Who's to say?

I'm working on the evac! says Changeling, but Felicity's voice comes right back over the comms.

<< "I mean yourselves! Unless you're radiation-proof, be ready to clear the area. I'm good. Thanks for the help, Changeling. If you've got it in you, we need help getting these guys taken down and secured. SHIELD is incoming..." >>

...which is yet another thing she needs to do.

Shifting to yet another screen, Felicity sends the warning out to the first responders, who within a few seconds of the messages being relayed to their respective dispatchers, begin to pull that perimeter back farther. Those with them on hand that hadn't already started are also now pulling out big yellow hazmat suits and Geiger counters.

In the distance, there's another roar of engines approaching -- two SHIELD Quinjets swoop in quickly, low over the building, and come to hover right in front of the collapsed portion of STAR Labs. Their bay doors open, and out of each tumble two large, very reinforced looking pods.

They hit the ground with a resounding thud, and a big door on each slides open.

<< "SHIELD is dropping off meta-human containment pods at the front door. If you guys can get them wrapped up, throw them in. First thing to get tossed in will trip the door closed. Do _not_ go in there with them." >>

The jets move off a little farther, lowering enough to drop off some agents in full gear, rifles at the ready.

See? Team work!

Clark Kent has posed:
Superman considers everything at lightning fast processing speed. His eyes look at Thunderball, and he can tell he is serious. "I believe you Thunderball. I know you could quickly set that up. How fast are you?

Superman takes a chance, and inhales quickly...and exhales, using his freezing breath to stop everything, especially the villain. Not enough cold to kill him, but enough to stop him...and his machinations...in its tracks.

"I didn't touch you. And now, everything here is in suspended animation. I have an expert on speed dial, if we need her." He taps his ear piece.
As it was, if anything went wrong, Superman could have it in orbit in seconds.

Hank Hall has posed:
Something very necessary in Hawk's leg snaps and Hank grunts in response. Still, despite having a Achilles that's making like Troy after the Greeks sacked the place and a bone-bruise that's going to shake out at the spectacular level, he refuses to quit. To surrender. Neither are in his nature. Plus the Chaos Gods won't let him.

"Not bad." he admitted, then took the fight to the ground. Let gravity do its thing. Claws out now, buddy. Let's see if that armor covers _all_ your exposed bits. And, quite possibly, how well you bleed. Long, raking strikes at the prone Piledriver while (hopefully) his body knit his Achilles back into something that'd support him.

Man, he wished Dove was there.

Monet St. Croix has posed:
It's not a good idea to try and play chicken with Superman. Or try and threaten him. In a standoff, it goes to the one that can draw first. Or in this case, use super-breath. Thunderball is powerful, yes. But he's nowhere near superspeed. And nowhere near Superman. So even before he can react, he's layered over in frost, as is the very air about them. A light level of freeze that slows down all the molecules in the area, essentially making the place suspended in time. It's going to hold for the containment experts to get down as up above the sound of Quinjets flying in and dropping people down is heard.

Overwatch quickly gets through the systems, coordinating, and helping to make sure everyone is safe. And not risking any sort of blood in her caffeine stream no doubt. She has plenty of things to do, but fortunately she's good enough to do them. And perhaps maybe get a few things for another time if she has to. Perhaps. Maybe. And to wonder why almost everyone uses the password from President Skroob's luggage.

What happens next from Hawk is a series of brutal smashes that rain blow and blow again and again down upon him as snaps, cracks, and blugeons are heard. Thunderball is strong. A brutal, rough fighter. Is he stronger than Hank? Maybe. He's enhanced by magic. Magic? Hawk doesn't need no steenkeeng magic. He has nothing on Hank's pure stubbornness as the two exchange brutal body blows. Things give. Probably bones. And at the end of it.. There's an unconscious Pile Driver. And a (likely) badly battered Hawk standing victorious. And nearby a Bulldozer that's been blitzed unconscious by what might very well be repeated cycles of Spice Girls and Nickelback blasting him at that subconscious level where you can't get the musci out of your brain pitch levels. Overwatch is an evil, evil woman.

And sometime later, as SHIELD Agents are working at holding back the radiation, sealing anything up that might risk anything, and starting to repair the place, someone almost ethereal goes through the walls, through the hsut down security systems, and the force fields which would normally be in place.

"Data wants to be free." The cybernetic, phasing anarchist supervillain knowk as GHOST goes to set himself in.. And smiles, fading out.