The gunfire and explosions grow louder until they come upon a clearing half-natural, and half-formed by the massive destruction of part of the forest. Smoldering fire and brilliant flashes make the night vision glasses useless, and they all quickly pull them off. Trees have been uprooted, blasted apart so all that’s left are stumps, even burnt to cinders. Bucky barely notices. In and above the clearing rages a massive battle.

“Shit,” Clint says.

There’s no better way to put it. All the superhuman Avengers Clint described to him are going toe-to-toe with Adaptoid and they’re losing. No longer in a Captain America look-alike suit, Adaptoid is four times his usual size (Bruce), has a rectangle for eyes now that match the silver and black suits flying around, a strange glowing symbol in his chest that matches the black suit (Stark), is flying (like the gold caped hero), and is throwing lightning (Thor). He also still has Bucky’s arm and Steve’s stripes.

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“Why are there two flying suits?” he asks as Clint’s arrow flies true and embeds in Adaptoid’s head.

“The silver one’s War Machine,” Clint says, glaring because Adaptoid doesn’t even stop to pull the projectile free.