2 Sparks of Conflict #2

Casting a final glance at the imposing Stark Tower as he exited the complex, Evan felt a mix of adrenaline and intrigue coursing through his veins. The two black suitcases he carried felt heavy in his grip, their contents a testament to the deal he struck with Tony Stark. With a subtle smirk, he turned away, his keen eyes scanning the surroundings with ease.

Not far from the Stark Tower, Evan spotted several men strategically observing him from a distance, their dark suits blending into the bustling crowd. "They sure act fast," he muttered to himself with a low chuckle, impressed by their efficiency. With a calm demeanor, he continued walking into the busy street, seamlessly blending in with the masses.

However, Evan knew he was being tailed, and the moment he reached a crowded intersection, he made his move. Without hesitation, he broke into a sudden sprint, expertly maneuvering through the pedestrians. Spotting the closest alleyway, he darted into it.

The alley offered a brief respite, but not for long. Just as Evan suspected, two men appeared at the entrance, confirming that he was indeed being followed. Two more dark-suited agents emerged from the other end, effectively surrounding him. Despite the odds stacked against him, Evan's smile remained intact, an air of confidence exuding from his every move.

A stern voice cut through the tense atmosphere as one of the men in dark suits stepped forward. "You are under arrest for suspicion of terrorism. Please accompany us for questioning," he declared, his tone firm and unwavering. There was no real explanation of the reason behind the arrest or the agency he represented, leaving Evan to fill in the gaps himself.

Raising an eyebrow, Evan remained composed. "I'll have to politely decline... the only way you'll make me go along is by force," he calmly asserted, his eyes beginning to glow with a fiery glow. As if to emphasize his point, he dropped the two suitcases with a thud and raised his hand.

"Though I wouldn't recommend it," Evan added, a subtle hint of warning in his voice.

As the agents exchanged glances, a silent understanding passed between them. They knew they couldn't afford to back down now; they had a duty to fulfill, and the stakes were high. With a shared nod, they firmed their resolve, their expressions resolute and unwavering.

Without wasting another moment, the agents wordlessly charged at Evan, their dark suits contrasting against the dimly lit alley. But Evan was ready for their assault, and as they closed in, he smirked confidently. "Wrong choice," he said, his voice calm yet filled with an undeniable air of certainty.

Promptly springing into action, Evan unleashed the true extent of his abilities. Thanks to the power of Extremis coursing through his veins, he was now physically stronger and quicker than any ordinary human. Yet, he didn't solely rely on his newfound strength; his years of training in martial arts had honed his skills to a razor's edge.

As the nearest agent lunged at him with a baton in hand, Evan's arm snaked out with remarkable precision, disarming the agent in one swift motion. And before the agent could react, Evan had already closed the distance between them.

Evan used the agent's own weapon against him. Twisting his body with impeccable finesse, he swung the baton with calculated force, aiming at the side of the man's head. The impact was swift and brutal, the sound of the blow echoing through the narrow alley.

The agent's eyes briefly widened in shock as the baton connected, but before he had a chance to defend himself, consciousness slipped away, and he crumpled to the ground, knocked out cold. Evan had disarmed and incapacitated his opponent with seeming ease, demonstrating a level of skill and prowess that left the remaining agents momentarily stunned.

However, there was no time to dwell on the events that had transpired. The other agents quickly regained their composure, their expressions now a mix of determination and caution. They knew that underestimating Evan would be a grave mistake.

As the remaining agents circled around him, Evan's fiery red eyes locked onto each of them, his senses heightened, and his reflexes razor-sharp. He knew that despite his abilities, he couldn't afford to be careless. These agents were highly trained professionals, and they were not to be underestimated either.

In a split second, Evan made his move. He gracefully sidestepped an oncoming attack, swiftly countering with a series of lightning-fast strikes. Each movement was precise and deliberate, targeting pressure points with surgical accuracy.

The agents tried to keep up, but they were outmatched. Evan's movements were a mesmerizing dance of martial prowess and superhuman abilities. He evaded their attacks effortlessly, his body seemingly moving in sync with the rhythm of the fight.

One by one, the agents fell to the ground, either incapacitated or unable to keep up with Evan's speed and skill. Despite the intensity of the confrontation, Evan's expression remained cool and composed, as if he were engaging in a friendly sparring match rather than a life-and-death struggle.

"Well, that was rather dumb," Evan mused, shaking his head with amusement as he surveyed the defeated agents scattered on the ground. The encounter wasn't surprising, but Evan had expected more of these agents.

As he prepared to pick up the two black suitcases he had dropped, a sudden zing sound pierced the air, catching his attention. Evan instinctively turned around, his eyes narrowing in response to the unexpected intrusion.

A figure clad in a tight, black body suit swung through the air toward him with remarkable agility, her red-black hair billowing in the wind. "Oh, so Fury sent the big guns too," Evan remarked with a grin, clearly unfazed by the newcomer's appearance. He side-stepped just in time to avoid the oncoming attack as the woman landed with impressive grace and slid across the ground.

"Can't say that I'm not flattered," Evan added, his voice tinged with a touch of humor. His gaze roamed over the woman, Black Widow, acknowledging her reputation as one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agents.

Undeterred by his quip, Black Widow cracked a wry smile, her black gauntlet gloves crackling with arcs of electricity. "Wait until you feel the widow's bite... you'll be positively shocked," she retorted, her voice carrying a mix of confidence and warning.

"I see what you did there," Evan replied, genuine laughter escaping him despite the seriousness of the situation. "But that's enough chit-chat," Evan continued, his amusement fading as he assumed a focused stance.

"I've got places to be," he declared, beckoning Black Widow to come at him.

"No need to worry. I'll make it quick..." Black Widow declared with determination, closing the distance between her and Evan with deadly precision. Her lithe form moved gracefully, each step calculated to maximize her offensive advantage. She reached swinging distance within seconds, unleashing a swift kick aimed directly for Evan's head.

Anticipating the attack, Evan's instincts kicked in. With a nimble step backward, he avoided the incoming strike with ease, the wind brushing against his face as the kick whizzed by. In one fluid motion, he countered, launching a precise punch aimed at Black Widow's torso. But she was equally skilled in the art of combat, and her training allowed her to react swiftly.

Black Widow's reflexes were razor-sharp as she caught Evan's wrist in her firm grip. Drawing from her years of experience, she capitalized on his momentum and skillfully maneuvered into a hip throw—a move practiced in various martial arts disciplines to take down stronger and larger opponents.

But Evan was not an ordinary opponent. He saw through Black Widow's intentions. Instead of resisting her throw, Evan decided to play along. Allowing himself to be tossed over her side, he maintained his presence of mind and quickly adjusted his body positioning. With a deft move, he held onto Black Widow's shoulder, using her own momentum against her.

Planting his feet firmly on the ground, Evan managed to maintain an awkward posture, refusing to fall victim to the hip throw. His eyes met Black Widow's determined gaze, and a mischievous grin spread across his face. He was impressed by her skill, but he wasn't one to be taken down so easily.

Black Widow frowned at Evan's flexibility but reacted swiftly as she activated the gauntlet gloves she wore. "Like I said... I'll make it quick..." She said as Electricity danced and crackled across the black gloves, her intention clear—to incapacitate Evan and gain the upper hand.

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