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Scott Lang	Scott gives his long shoulder-length wavy hair another brush and double-checks his moustache. Both seemed to be holding fast as the former criminal soon to be new criminal walks up and down the streets of the Jewelery District, making sure his face was on as many cameras as possible and making it obvious he was casing the area, a face also slightly altered with a bit of facial putty so facial recognition shouldn't immediately start shouting 'SCOTT LANG!'. Dressed in a red suede suit he looked like someone who had been transported several decades from the past, and a relatively low-tech voice modulator in the collar gave his voice a gravely growl that belonged on a radio show from the 70's announcing the top 10 disco hits of the day.      "This is, Eric Oooooo'Grady," he practices looking at himself in a windowshop reflection. He'd made sure to pick out a couple stores under investigation for buying and selling stolen goods and other criminal links so, in a way what he was about to do was ALMOST a good deed he tells himself. But the main point wasn't cash, it was making sure he had a viable criminal background for his upcoming undercover job. Couldn't do that if nobody knew who you were, that would just be suspicious. Down an alley he vanishes and it's a few moments later when one of the allegedly corrupt jewelery shops sees their door open with a jingle of the bell over it, but nobody seems to be there. The shopkeep shrugs until without warning there IS someone there in front of him as if they popped out of thin air. The helmet was a bit more sinister than Ant-Man's, the antenna given a sharper look more closely resembling mandibles, the bright reds now black, the silvers a deep purple, extra pouches giving it a 90's flair while two mechanical 'legs' jut out from behind him and waggle menacingly around his midsection.      "Empty it," he sneers throwing a bag at the shopkeep who starts to protest, "Do you know who..." until one of the legs fires a blast of energy that puts a hole in the wall.      Less than three minutes later Scott/Eric is walking back out the door still full-sized with his bag of loot and makes a show of letting his helmet fold back to show his face again. "Three minutes to hit the next one before anyone should get here," he remarks looking at his watch, proud of his planning. Everything was going well...and then the first explosion went off up the street. More than a half dozen nasty thugs were pounding down the road smashing storefronts, cars, grabbing cash from shops and people alike who didn't move fast enough.      One of them wearing a hardhat bellowed out on an actual megaphone, "Wrecking Crew and Demolition Team gone done and joined up! You wanna live, you have your cash ready!" Scott just stared then looked down at the bag of jewelery in his hand.      "Oh no," he whispered softly.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson is currently walking along through the streets wearing a t-shirt with a Spider-Man logo on it and set of tight jean shorts. The redhead is whistling over to herself, curvy hair waving back as she suddenly hears the sounds breaking out. Then sirens. Then yells over from the bullhorn.     She's seen the Wrecking Crew enough times to know what they can do. And if they've teamed up with someone -else-. . That's going to level a chunk of the city. Mary Jane goes to take a few steps bacn and goes to rapidly look around for civilians. If it really is the Wrecking crew then that means tonight isn't a 'fight and save the day' time. IT's 'get people out of the way before there's a mass causalty event' scale one.     She's running along quickly and trying to get to a good viewing position while going to tap onto her comm tied into the SHIELD networks. <<Possible high collateral damage event. Warning nearby assets to fall back>>
Clint Barton	Enter Clint Barton. SHIELD monitors a lot of the shops in this district specifically because they're suspected of having ties to organized criminal groups. Not specifically because they were in the business of keeping tabs on these organizations, specifically, but because when it comes to high traffic laundry of stolen goods, there's almost always ties to over seas bank accounts. Which itself can tie back to terrorist organizations who run those banks. Honestly, it's very much above Agent Barton's paygrade to know WHY SHIELD monitors them, suffice that when they let him know there's an incident, he suits up and heads over by quinjet. Dropping him off out of one of the stealth fields onto the roof of a building where the tech guys are feeding footage of several hostile, and dangerous, metahuman individuals. Wearing a uniform better suited for spycraft, all black and utilitarian, he still carries his bow and quiver, along with a sheathed katana. And a few dozen knives. <<"Agent Barton touched down on the roof to provide overwatch.">> Said over the linked SHIELD comms.
Scott Lang	Scott had his SHIELD stuff off and at home, this was off the books, he didn't want to show up as in the area or be traceable, but he knew well enough this level of destruction was going to get their and every other hero's attention quick, neither construction themed team having anything remotely subtle about them. He considers just running, it'd be easy to shrink and go, but more people are screaming for help as rubble flies about and his conscience pipes up. Not to mention if he left now the guys with crowbars and rivet guns were going to get all the credit, he'd never make the papers. But if he fights them openly he'd be exposed.      Scott reaches a decision and starts marching up the street towards the ruckus, throwing his arms up. "'Eyyy what are you doin?! I'm workin heah!" he shouts drawing the attention of several gang members who retort with similar New Yorkese "We're workin heah! Who's this guy?! Dat's some nice hair!" Soon the leaders of both groups are in Scott's face in the middle of the street. Anyone from a distance would have trouble making out what they're saying but there's plenty of angry hand motions, the disguised Scott pointing at his bag of loot then gesturing around at the crumbling infrastructure. After a couple minutes though...the three shake hands and the criminal wannabe seems to join the carnage!      Of course a closer look shows the now allied villain moving to downed civilians, making a show of rifling through their pockets, while at the same time moving debris off them and carrying them out of the way into a pile. When one large man carrying a ball and chain asks what he was doing it was Eric O'Grady responding, "Getting these losers outta the way so I don't worry about tripping on em, you wanna make something of it?" As he says it he hits the growth unit on his suit, suddenly twelve feet tall and Thunderball as he's known backs off to go back to looting.      Of course that didn't mean Scott wasn't actually taking the wallets also...
Mary Jane Watson	This wasn't good. Mary Jane goes to hit her comm back over <<Wrecking Crew and a bunch of rather heavily armed ones I don't recognize. I don't think a straight up fight is going to go well unless you have Superman showing up>> Which she honestly wouldn't mind.. If that it wouldn't make things worse. She tries to figure out what to do while mentally restraining Sonja here. she didn't even have weapons with her because of -course- she had been thinking nothign would happen.     She goes to dart along towards cover. <<I can make a distraction but our priority has to be getting people out of the area. But your call here.>> Pursuing her lips. Just wishing that she could call Peter.. But no, he would be all the way across town no doubt getting things for Jameson. She couldn't worry him and make him go halfway across the city. She goe sto scan through the alleyway to..     As she sees the growing guy, she mentally goes an obscenity and elaborates <<Things just got more coplicated. Is that a knock off Yellowjacket?>>
Clint Barton	Clint clears the edge of the building he'd been incerted upon and peers down at the carnage unfolding down in the street several stories below him. Sharp eyes track the two merging groups of construction themed villains tearing up storefronts, vehicles, and pedestrians alike. "Oh, so these guys are stupid, stupid." He murmurs to himself and peers over his shoulder at the quiver of arrows jutting up on his left. The bow in his hand has a series of buttons linked to the base of the quiver that controlled the various tips stored in the bottom on a rotating repository. He hits a series of buttons, which turns to a specific tip and connects it before the arrow is pulled free and nocked. Both arms flex as the combat bow string retracts back... Letting loose an arrow with a blinking red light at the front that embeds in some debrie right in the path of one of the charging ''Wrecking Crew'' headed for a group of pedestrians trying to get out of their way. Clint is already moving, vaulting over the railing and firing an arrow across the street to create a zipline to carry him closer to what's going on. <<"Just keep them busy. I'll send out a call to any Avengers in the area and get some backup.">> Which he does. He smashes through a window and comes up with his bow drawn, hitting a button on the side that connects to the arrow embedded in the wall. It fires off a rear attached line that hits the side of a truck, creating a cord of metal directly in the bath of the charing Wrecking Crew guy running after the pedestrians.
Janet van Dyne	<<If someone's ripping off my franchies, there will be hell to pay.>> Janet's voice comes through loud and clear over the 'comm net, patched into Clint and MJ's frequencies. The Wasp appears with a rush of wind, appearing seemingly from nowhere and rising up to a towering 25' in height. She scoops up one of the Wrecking Crew in one hand, like they're a child's toy, and spikes them right into the asphalt with enough force to dig a three-foot-deep crater. Janet's gaze pans to the guy ripping off HER intellectual property and her eyes narrow. One hand raises up to point an imperious finger at "O'grady", and flickering electricity starts to dance on her fingertip as she jabs it in Scott's direction!
Scott Lang	This wasn't going to be enough Scott knew, ridiculous as these baddies looked they had an equally ridiculous amount of firepower between them. Settling back down to normal size he looks at the handful of unconscious and hurt people he's managed to get out of the way while a guy drives a miniature steamroller directly into another shop, his buddies following behind picking up diamonds and gold. Maybe it was time to forget the undercover and...Bulldozer, another member who looks like a poor man's Juggernaut hits the cable and clotheslines himself, the truck the cable was attached to actually toppling over on top of him from the momentum. The pedestrians run while more of the gang looks towards Clint.      "We got our first hero heah boys. It's freakin Robin Hoods," remarks one.      "Nah that's the green one, this is the other guy."      "Hey shut up!"      "You shut up!"      The bickering turns to shoving between those two but two more are approaching Clint, one holding a rivet gun that they hold up and begins shoot red hot rivets at him like bullets. And Scott, Scott gets an idea. If he could just...oh the arrow man wasn't the biggest distraction was it? Scott stares up in something like rapt terror as Janet suddenly looms in the middle of the street with a finger pointed at him. "Yikes," he says before shrinking out of easy sight, bouncing his way across the street and behind the two that are fighting with each other.
Mary Jane Watson	Hawkeye said make a distraction. So she's going to try and make a distraction. Mary Jane goes to rummage through the alleyway, starting to peel off the rubber insulation material along the bottom of a wall. Going to get off enough of it, she then grabs some random rope also scattere dabout, and then goes to tie the two together. Forming a noose at the end, several small nails, thumbtacks, and broken glass edged over in to it. There's a sneer as Mary Jane goes to let Sonja take over. Measuring the improvised lasso and how well balanced it was, making sure that all of the pointed bits in the noose were secure..      Sonja goes to whisk it up in the air, spiraling it around to build up speed. Then going to scream and cackle over like a Banshee, she goes to launch it through the air! Hopefully landing it over around the neck of one of the men wiht guns, trying to yank it down -hard- and to the side to send him smashing down to the ground! Hopefully teh numerous sharp bits in the noose holding it down and anchoring it and depending on the thickness of his outfit perhaps drawing blood as she would try to if she could get the lasso on yank HARD to smash him down to the ground!
Clint Barton	Clint has surprisingly little ego when it comes to dealing with people who are too stupid to keep from fighting one another. He's got an arrow nocked, pointed down at the ground, as the pedestrians run past him. Speaking appreciation, "Keep going, we'll keep them from following you." He assures them, since there is now a very sudden, very large Wasp on the scene. <<"Good to see you, Wasp.">> Rather than just stand there and be an easy target, the acrobatic archer puts some cover between himself and those rivets, long before one of them is being shot at him. "So it's that kind of fight is it?" Said with his head craning to look up and to the side at a sign hanging from one of the damaged shop fronts. The metal bent from the damage to the architecture.. The arrow is slipped back in the quiver, button pushed on the bow, and then nocked again.. He pulls and aims it up at the sign, letting fly with enough force that when it strikes the metal surface, it angles down and towards the goon holding that rivet gun. Where it errupts into a highly electrofied net that wraps itself around him with magnetic brackets on both ends to link it together and close the circuit loop. He pushes off the front of the overturned truck and runs towards the alley, diving the rest of the way, just incase someone tries to hit him with a drill bit or something.
Janet van Dyne	Janet covers Clint's back by swatting a dumpster across the street to momentarily obscure the alley entrance. "Watch out, those guns of theirs will mess you up," she informs Clint. True to her word, the rivet gun starts chugging and Janet takes a half a dozen of the iron spikes to her torso. She at least gets a hand up in front of her face in time to protect her eyes. The Wasp hurls a passenger car at the gunman and then vanishes from sight, becoming just another bug on the wind with all the detritus being blown about the street. .
Scott Lang	"Not so fast you lil prick!" comes the angry cry of Hardhat who erupts out of the truck like a baby bird hatching from a steel egg, dented but unhurt in all his yellow-suited glorym swinging wildly at Clint with a chunk of the vehicle even while the leader of Demolition Team team Rosie...yes the Riveter...goes limp in the electrified net with a cry of pain.      Red Watson had her own issues too as Steamroller, driving his titular mini steamroller, comes barreling through the wall of the jewelery shop he'd entered a minute ago, bricks and debric spraying out in front of him while anything on the pavement seems to be crushed into almost two dimensions, something more than sheer weight increasing the danger of the stupid looking vehicle.      "You're a pancake you ginger bitch!" he shouts, his plan no more complicated than to run her straight over as he zooms at her with surprising speed while she's busy pinning the other one.      The first one Janet threw though was also emerging from his hole and the two bickering seem to reach some sort of agreement as they also turn towards the large woman...who promptly vanishes.      "HAH! Guess we scared her off! We..." Which is as far as they get before a shadow falls over them and a colossal red brick falls on both of them with a crash and a billowing of dust. 'O'Grady' leans casually against a wall with not only his loot bag but all the ones the Wrecking and Demolition Team had put together before the heroes showed up, oh so cooly dancing a gold coin across the back of his knuckles, only something someone really cool, or really into closeup magic would know how to do.      "O'Grady, what's the big idea?!" shouts Wrecker, the man with a magic crowbar which is a real thing.      "Ain't it obvious?" calls back O'Grady as he pushes off the wall with a cocky grin, the bags around him shrinking small enough he scoops them in one hand and puts them in a pocket. "I'm double-crossing you would be hacks. Have fun and next time, don't rob the same street that the FIRE ANT Eric O'Grady is!" announcing his title and name extra loudly as if making sure everyone hears it. With that he takes aim and flicks the coin at the one Janet had thrown earlier, the gold enlarging to the size of a van and crashing into the hapless villain who goes down again. The mechanical legs on his suit then each fire off a gout of flame, Pym Particles enlarging the fire several times bigger creating a wall of fire that completely obscures him from view for a few vital seconds as he shrinks and vanishes.      "If I wasn't so goddamn mad I'd say that's one great criminal," murmurs Wrecker, only him, Steamroller, and Hardhat left standing at this point.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson goes to dive to the side as her attack serves to at least make a distraction! She goes to hit the ground and go into a tumble and roll before she goes to grab a brick on the ground. Hefting it in her hands, she goes to charge over towards her opponent. A strike's likely not going to hurt him.. But if she aims for certain points she can at least slow him! So while the others fight, Mary Jane goes in to charge! Swinging her improvised bludgeon between her hands, going to strike not for the neck or torso.. But over at his eyes! He's still invulnerable, so what would be on some people a killing strike will if it hits at most stun.     But, her aim is to hit him between the eyes. And even for invulnerable people that's still hopefully ana utomatic flinch and reaction to the strike if only due to instinct to protect the body's major sensory organ.
Clint Barton	<<"Keenly aware..">> Clint says over comms in reply to the very real possibility that integration of any of thost rivets into his body would prove fairly well disasterous. He is not made of metal and there's not enough armor in his leather jerkin to stop it from penetrating his very human organs like a pin-cushion. Even the concrete he hits, and subsequently rolls up from, after diving in the alley hurts like a bastards... Only for the metal baby bird to burst through the side of a freaking dumpster at him like the koolaid man. "OH no..." He quickly presses a button on his bow and ducks down beneath the first swing of the half a length of jagged, twisted, metal. The arrow nocks and flies, point blank at the big guys foot. The brackets built into the arrowhead dig into the concrete. It wont stop him long, but it'll be enough. Another arrow, this one with a blunt tip with a mechanical piston built into the base, is let loose after he ducks backwards and slides through trash and other gross alley muck. It whistles towards the piece of metal big guy is swinging, hits a bent section of his weapon, and rebounds right into his face. The blunted end hits hard enough just from being fired, but when he pushes a button is ''fires'' the arrow tip out like a shotgun. Right into his forehead. "I'm getting too old for this."
Scott Lang	It was true the Wrecking Crew member that MJ Sonja had downed was nearly unstoppable most of the time having held their own against Thor in the past. But as she keeps them off balance on their ass there was something he wasn't used to facing, a mini steamroller with equally ludicrous powers. Not caring about his teammates safety like any good/bad villain should, Steamroller narrowly misses Mary Jane and instead rolls right over the downed Piledriver. There's no blood or sound of crunching bones, though there is a fair bit of hollering until Steamroller runs over the supervillain's head and then stops on the other side to look behind him. Looking like an old cartoon Piledriver is completely flat on the pavement, and yet his eyes and mouth still seem to be functional in a surreal display. Steamroller growls out around a cigar in his mouth, "Ey don't worry about it, you'll pop back to normal in 6 to 12 hours. Now as for that redheaded wench," the surly road rover already looking for where Mary Jane has dodged to next, his tiny steamroller staring to pivot again towards her while Piledriver makes 'mmmmmph!' noises on the ground unable to move.      Hardhat? Hardhat had no magical protections, only his suit. Easily outmaneuevered by the far more agile Hawkeye he trips as the first arrow catches his foot and then tears it free, bringing part of the sidewalk with it. "You stupid little bow freak, I'm gonna shove that thing so far up your...agh, AUGH!" the first cry coming when the arrow hits, the second when the piston does putting a large dent in his helmet and then seeing his eyes roll up in the back of his head as he collapses unconscious.      That left Wrecker standing alone with his magic crowbar in the middle of the street.      "I told ya'll we should've gone to Chicago! Nobody's there!" he lets loose almost whining as he locks eyes on Clint, Wasp having vanished out of sight. With a roar he winds up and smashes the crowbar on the ground...sending a tremoring crack through the ground at Clint threatening to swallow him up. Janet wasn't the only one getting ripped off as the move looked straight out of a Hulk stomp.      And Scott/O'Grady? He was busy trying to get his wig and moustache off as fast as he could without anyone seeing him, biting his tongue as he reminds himself to use far less facial glue next time.
Mary Jane Watson	Going to knock her opponent down and somehow managing to not cripple him in the process, Red Sonja goes to give a quick stomp over to his larynx. Not enough to crush it, but breathing wtill be -very- hard until it's healed and the man won't be going anywehrew tihout being carried. Pleased with herself, she goes to glance over the rest of the battlefield, analysing wrecker then and going to let the rock she had used as an impromtu bludgeon drop. THen grinning sinisterly, "And -what- did you call me? If I hear it again I'll be goring more out than just your eyes." What was it about playing with your food?     Mary Jane goes to stalk over towards Steamroller, and moves to charge at him before he can pay attention! For now, she's just trying to keep him distracted so that Clint can deal with the remaining ones.
Clint Barton	Clint pushes himself up from the alleyway and groans. There's definitely going to be icepacks in his immediate future. Possibly a whole ice bath... and a few motrin. Truly, there could be some bengay on his knees.. He spits down on the asphalt, coughing to clear some of the dust torn up when Hardhat freed his foot by tearing the concrete. What with no danger sense, Barton barely has a chance to respond to the shockwave headed his direction. He peers up at it, from his lent over position with hands on his knees, as the ground itself errupts out like his very good friend ''Not Banner'' stomping in frustration that Scoobie Doo went off the little stupid picture box. There's no ''other direction'' he could run fast enough to get out of the way.. so he grabs an arrow and fires it straight up, hooking a grapple hook on the upper floor of the building JUST as the ground beneath his feet gave way into the sewers. It crumbles and he falls, jerking to a halt just before going face first into a bunch of sewer runoff... It's connected to his bow, which is hooked to his harnass, and leaves him dangling there, turning in a very slow circle. He takes a deep breath to say something, then blows it out in the same vein as a train whistle. Slowly turning.
Scott Lang	"Must be my birthday, boys went and got me a pinata," Wrecker laughing at his own joke as he approaches the hanging Clint, smacking the crowbar into his opposing palm which looses sparks with each blow as it starts to glow bright.      "Hey! You're supposed to wear a blindfold for a pinata!" comes the shout from behind, Wrecker turning to see Scott Lang behind him with the most clean-shaven upper lip he has ever had and his hair a rumpled mess. He's not wearing his Ant-Man suit but instead what looks like sweatpants and an undershirt with sneakers, almost like some sort of cheap, easily thrown on backup outfit one keeps in case they need to change clothes quickly. And he tosses...a handkerchief? The kerchief expands and covers Wrecker who lets out a curse and begins fumbling underneath while Scott runs to a fire hydrant busted open in the fight. Grabbing a piece of paneling from the truck Hardhat had ripped open he redirects the geyser of water at Wrecker, the blast of water enough to soak and shove him but enough to do much more.      "You stupid hero! You think you're gonna..." ends with a torrential roar as Scott then holds one of the Pym discs he uses to expand things in size in front of the water. It goes from a strong torrent to a biblical flood blasting Wrecker who is swept down the hole into the open sewers still wrapped in the kerchief. Scott falls on his ass after and looks at Clint. "So, you want the one about just hanging around or the one about how that's Spider-Man's thing?" he jokes.      And Steamroller? Well, it was a guy on some hybrid of a motorcycle and a magic steamroller versus one of the greatest barbarian swordswomen the world has ever seen. "I'll flatten ya is what I's said!" he counters as he goddamn drifts a steamroller with a horrendous screeching noise and wave of smoke, twisting back around and charging straight at Mary Jane, his head bent low over the handlebars as he focuses on running her over for good this time.
Mary Jane Watson	Mary Jane Watson goes to dive out of the way as Steamroller goes towards her once more. She isn't sure she can hurt him while he's engaged and charging at her. SO instead she tries to bypass him, then over in passing goes to try and kick out at the back of his knee! Even if he is invulnerable hopefully her strike will hit deep enough to knock him off balance and send him flying, hopefully having him just crash! It likely won't hurt a lot or do much even if it does hit cleanly, but it hopefully will slow him down for just a moment!     Enough for the Avengers at the scene to clean up, at least.
Clint Barton	Clint hits the retraction button and pulls himself up from inside the hole, then further towards the hook point several stories above. Which still leaves him dangling, until he cuts the line and lands in a bent knee crouch that even sounds like it hurt. "Dammit..." He hobbles a few steps, glaring daggers at Ant-Man. "Don't. Don't start... I just had a torn up dumpster swung at me like a baseball bat." He points, as much aggression as someone can put into a point. Then he slings his bow and adjusts the quiver so it's not all weirdly twisted up on his shoulders. "Everything good? Good..." He's covered in dirt, splashed with shit water, and there might be a little blood on his face from getting hit with bits of rock. "Good. I'm going home... I'm going home and I'm taking some bayer aspirin." Limping on his left leg, which did not land well.
Scott Lang	Steamroller was about as smart as Rhino with brain damage and riding a bike. Things just weren't going well for him when Mary Jane kicks out at his leg. Being only a normal human his knee gives way as he looses a cry of pain and his foot slips forward, accelerating even more while he jerks the handlebars. The strange vehicle fishtails and then goes rolling as he's thrown off, smacking into a wall while the steamroller winds up planted upside down in a second story window. All the bad guys were down now.      Scott slowly stands up and seems about to say more to Clint, then stops and looks up and down the street. Alarms were blaring, three cars were on fire, a chunk of a building collapses into the street as sirens finally sounded like they were getting close. "Least the baddies had hard hats on..." he whispers in a bit of horrified awe at the destruction wrought by his attempt to just quietly rob a jewelry store. Popping his lips together once he puts his hands in his pockets and does the worst impression of nonchalantly walking away from the mess.