A jet of energy fizzed past his hair, crackling the air with its energy and Mage instantly flung up a shield before leaping to his feet. Glancing to either side, he noted that only five of the aurors remained – those that hadn't been sucked into nothingness by the strange silver device lay unmoving on the ground.
Suddenly, Thor took a mighty leap upward, Mjolnir raised high before he brought it crashing down into the ground sending a shockwave straight down the street. Elves and wizards alike toppled like bowling pins but before either Thor, Mage or the remaining aurors could capitalise on it, an indecipherable order was yelled from one of the wizards and every one of their foes vanished into the mulit-coloured swirl of multiple portkeys.
Mage straightened, his wand loose in his hand. Looking across, he shared a grim look with Thor before the two stared at the devastation around them.
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Tony checked the Heads-Up Display in his helmet. As expected, the two he was tracking were dead ahead. One, of course, was moving swiftly along the rooftops, leaping gaps as needed. The other moved in a pendulum-style down the centre of the street, a slight shift to either side on each swing.
Plotting a course, Tony fired his thrusters, accelerating past Spiderman, the startled web-head giving him a wave with his free hand. Now that he had the attention of one, Tony shifted trajectory until he was able to rocket over the blood-red clad Daredevil. Noting that the vigilante had shifted as though looking up, Tony knew that his objective had been achieved.
Deftly, he landed on the roof of the next building over and waited. Spider-man was the first to arrive, acrobatically flipping up over the edge of the roof, summersaulting and landing in a crouch before straightening. Daredevil simply landed from his last jump and jogged across the intervening distance.
"Hi guys," Tony said, having flipped his face mask up.
"Mister Stark," Peter replied.
"Tony," Matt said with a nod.
"You two seem to be having fun," Tony remarked.
Peter shrugged. "Yeah, you know how it is – beat up a few bad guys, leave them for the police and look for more."
"Crime has been dropping," Matt remarked. "I think the 'bad guys' as Peter calls them, are starting to learn."
"Well, it seems I came to the right place," Tony grinned. "How would the two of you like a trip to jolly old England?"
Matt and Peter shared a look.
"That's where Harry is," Matt stated.
"Funny you should say that," Tony replied. "I'm assuming the two of you have been keeping up with the news?"
"You mean those aliens that wrecked part of London?" Peter asked eagerly.
"Yep. Seems that Point Break and our resident Merlin missed a couple on their clean-up and now they're causing a bit of trouble in the magical world," Tony informed them.
"You mean not only would we get a trip overseas but we'd also get to see some more magic?" Peter asked eagerly. "Count me in!"
Tony looked expectantly at Matt.
"I guess that I could take some time off," he said.
"Excellent. Tthe quinjet'll be leaving the tower at eight tomorrow morning. Bring a couple of changes of clothes and whatever else you need," Tony said.
With that, he gave a nod, flipped his facemask closed and rocketed off.
"I shall have the quinjet prepped for launch for the three of you," Jarvis stated.
"Better make it five, buddy," Tony said, noting the heat-signature that had stayed just out of sight of their conversation, but not, he suspected, out of everyone's senses.
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Jennifer Walters woke up in a blind panic, her eyes snapping open and her arms and legs scrabbling about as if to gain purchase. When it became clear that she wasn't in any danger, she relaxed slightly. But seconds later, she was holding her hands up in front of her, turning them over, running her hands over her arms and examining them minutely.
Aggravatingly, they still looked completely abnormal. Still that same jade-green colouring from the night before. To make sure, she examined both legs and even her stomach through the torn hospital gown that she still wore.
With a sigh of frustration, Jennifer took in her surroundings. She was in a small park, it seemed, at least judging by all of the greenery around her. The fact that she was in a bit of a gully hindered her view, though. Standing up, she raised her bent arm and trailed a hand on the underside of the stone bridge that she was under.
"Guess I'm in the right place if I'm some sort of troll now," she muttered.
The slight breeze that filtered down, ruffling the no-longer-white gown reminded her that she was all but naked. Cautiously, she made her way up the side of the gully. Her gaze raked the park in all directions and she sighed with relief at realising that she was totally alone.
Through a gap in the trees, she could make out the skyline of Los Angeles – a lot further away than it was supposed to be, which wasn't overly surprising considering the memory of running and running in the dead of night that she had. She knew that in her strange, altered state, she'd been much, much bigger and had been able to run incredibly fast, accounting for how far she'd come.
That, of course, led her heart to start beating wildly again as she panicked.
What was wrong with her? Why'd she become some green female Hulk-like thing? And worse yet, how long was it going to last?
Jennifer knew that she needed answers. Never before had she heard of this happening to anyone, well, apart from the Hulk himself.
Thrusting her hands into the pockets of her hospital gown, she startled as they scraped against something unexpected. Closing her fists around them, she pulled it out to see what she'd brought with her.
Her watch, she held in front of her, noting how very early it was.
Her purse, after checking exactly how much money she had, plus that her credit cards were in there, went back into her pocket. The get well card from her father promptly joined it.
But it was the last item, a piece of paper that caught her attention. It took her a number of minutes of frowning at it before she worked out what it was: the name and address of one of cousin Bruce's friends in New York. Someone who would have a way to contact Bruce. And considering the fact that Bruce had given her some of his blood, not to mention the fact that, even though he was a physicist, he dabbled in genetics and had an … issue of his own, according to the latest newspapers, meant that he might have some answers for her.
Yes, she decided, with whatever it was that had happened to her, it was imperative that she find Bruce and work out what was going on.
Firstly, though, she needed some clothes.
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