The New York Incident

"Who..Who am I?" His eyes were wide while the expression on his face was more than confused ut was fearful

The cityscape before him was barren and bare for miles, it stretched out into nothingness with him at the epicentre

He tried to stand but collapsed to his knees almost instantly under the weight of his body

And it was then that his eyes fell upon the scenery before him hit him full fold

The emptiness of a former battleground, the stench of destruction and despair that permeated the air, the sting of tinnitus that rang loud in his ears.

And last, finally the clenching, clinging, ever growing, agonising feeling of guilt entwined with confusion plaguing his mind

"…I-I did this?" He whispered raspily before speaking one more time as if in affirmation, "…I did this"

With his head bowed down low, his fingers clenched into the easy feeling gravel under him

Questions with far too little answers riddled his mind. They crowded his world and as if on cue the memories of his actions played themself out beautifully like an instrument sowing even more seeds of guilt and remorse into his already breaking mind

Welcome back, True King of Curses

The whispers of those voices bounced around his head abd reverberated around each crevice making each syllable and word be known

He allowed silence to guide his mind as his teeth chattered and grinded against each other as if he was a dog with rabies

How much time had slipped past before his head rose again with a newly cultivated goal?

Minutes?

Hours?

Days?

It didn't matter to him ..no nothing mattered other than the creeping need to..

"Move." He said solemnly with one last confirmation of his surroundings, "I need to move."

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[...approximately 200m was the radius of the attack that wiped out nearly a quarter of New York during the harrowing battle of our heroes against an invasion from outside of this world

An estimated 261 people died from this alone whilst a staggering 1128 people have tragically lost their life to the hordes of alien soldiers who swarmed the streets and other related matters

Authorities are still left unsure on the matter of this though they have noted the possibilities of an out of control mutant being the prime suspect or another supernaturally powered human

The events of today will surely leave a scar on America for years to come that we may never be to heal from fully. Our hearts go out to the mourning families of these victi-!]

The swift click of the button on the remote quickly silenced the remaining sound coming from tv as its screen turned to black leaving the person watching, thoroughly annoyed

"I was watching that," he called out to the culprit of his deprived tv time with a rather vexed voice.

Rising to his feet, the man draped in somewhat casual of a shirt, navy cardigan and blue jeans, adjusted his glasses before cocking a unimpressed eyebrow to what the man before him could want

Tall and a complimented lanky figure to accompany though still possessed some muscle definition. A perfect fit for a starring role as the nerdy student you'd expect in a Disney like setting. The only one could describe him

"To wallow in your weird sense of guilt and defeat?" The particularly charismatic suited man spoke harshly uncaring for the mans fragile mental state, "We need you with us helping to sort out the shit show we found ourselves I-"

"You don't need me, you need the big guy," the lanky man's posture slumped slightly as he mentioned something that put him at unease with himself and his identity

To his question the man in the suit remained silent, admitting to the accusation unwillingly

"I see…it doesn't make a difference anyway. Whatever that attack was it nearly killed the two of us," he reaches to his shoulder, pulling upon the loose cotton of his top to display a very real and vivid scar, "It really freaked big green out. I haven't heard his voice in days, I've been the calmest I've ever been - in this aspect of course

Pain graced his face and shock on the other man's as quiet was allowed loom over head until he spoke once more

"Any findings you want to share?" He asked pulling up his shirt once more

"None so far," the man replied with a weary sigh, "Though Fury's been doing nothing to finger our little culpri-"

The soft ringing rang in the ears of the two mean, as the one dressed in wealth picked it up to answer the phone, the look of pure surprise danced across his features - it was only after a few minutes of listening to the voice on the other side he finally hung up the phone and paced to the other side 

"A clue?" The lanky one spoke with mirth barely hidden in his voice

Choosing to teh ignore to the cheek of his colleague he answered, "..More, we've found out little destruction bringer. Banner. He's a 15 year old boy by the name of Damion Saint..

We've tracked him down and the team is ready to set sail, apprehend him and escort him back to Shield"

Long lost the former mirth at the mention of a child Banner solemnly spoke, "What..What if he's less than cooperative to be escorted?"

"If worse comes to worse and a fight breaks out not even I can predict what's going happen to him..and us" Tony answered, no hint of arrogance nor hilarity oozed from his usually joking voice

A testament for the battle to come...