Nightwing crouched down, looking down over Gotham as the icy rain fell against his face. Something about stormy nights in Gotham always brought a deeper sense of dread with them. Bruce had been on edge since they'd encountered Mick, and now it seemed he was pushed over his limit. The destruction in Metropolis was insane to see. Bad enough that Bruce pulled Tim from patrols for his own safety. That was going about as well as a lead balloon in the ocean.
Lightning tore across the sky, followed by a bone shaking thunderclap. Nightwing stood up, he was ready to call it. He turned around to see Batgirl leaning against an AC unit under the mechanical overhang.
"What are you doing out here?" he asked as she stood up, walking into the downpour.
"Bruce said you've been brooding," she teased.
"I don't brood. That's the Old Man's thing," Dick huffed while crossing his arms.
"That looked like a lot of brooding to me," Barbara teased, running the back of her hand across his face.
"Yeah well," Dick gruffed, turning away as he tried to act as if he were really upset. Truth was, he didn't know. It was all confusing. Sure, Metahumans could be dangerous, sure they had to round up a few rogue mutant crooks and hand them over to SHIELD, but Mick wasn't dangerous. People were dangerous too. Jonathan Crane proved that, being the mad scientist known as Scarecrow. Heck, even Joker was just a deranged ordinary man.
"How is he doing?" Barbra asked, lightly pulling Dick's face toward her. "Mick, I mean."
"He's doing exactly what we're doing, just on his own," he replied somberly. "And I don't really think it's fair that he has to do it alone when we have a team he could easily be a part of."
"Nothing stops him from coming back," Barbara said with a frown.
"Bruce does," Dick said firmly. "Scares the life out of him, just like he used to."
"You want to go see him again?" she asked, her dripping red hair and her light green eyes.
"Bruce would blow a gasket," he replied as Barbara leaned closer to him.
"Bruce doesn't have to know," she said with a grin, as Dick raised his brow and smiled back.
"Do they really need to go?" Mick asked as Pat looked at him with a frown.
"It's good for them," Pat said sternly. "And it's good for you. Steph and Alex need time to be kids. Being cooped up here with you all they focus on is the next mission. Their grades are suffering, and you don't seem to care."
"I make it just fine," Mick grunted.
"You live paycheck to paycheck and I even give you a place to stay," Patten said as Mick grumbled. "You may hate the world, and that's fair, but they still need to learn their place in it. Not just what you want them to be. Even Bruce seems to understand that with his team."
"Screw off," Mick threw his hands over his shoulder and sulked toward the front door as Steph stepped out of her room, looking at him with concern.
"Are you packed for our vacation with the Benoits?" Pat asked with a semi-smile.
"Yeah," Steph looked toward the door as Mick slammed it behind him. "Is he going to be ok?"
"Yeah," Pat said with a frown. "We'll be leaving in ten. Make sure Alex is ready, or he's going as is."
Steph opened Alex's door, and the horrible smell of teenage boy musk; rotten fruit, dead animals, and corn chips, slammed into her. She recoiled, covering her nose and squinting her eyes. "What died in here?"
Alex spun around from his laptop, looking at the absolutely mortified expression on his sister's face. "Hopefully the rat I shot when it tried to steal my pizza."
"You shot a rat in the apartment?"
"With a micro-arrow?" Alex shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "What do you want?"
"Pat's ready to take us for vacation," she said as Alex nodded.
"Sweet, hot chicks in that south Florida heat, maybe they'll be open to making some magic in the kingdom," Alex smirked as Steph grimaced.
"Any girl who touches you has to have the lowest of self esteem," Steph scoffed as Alex rolled his eyes.
"That and Daddy issues," Alex winked and Steph slapped her forehead.
"You're disgusting," she turned away as Alex grabbed his bag.
The apartment felt so empty with everyone gone. Mick didn't want to be here, he certainly didn't want to be alone. He suited up in his Recluse gear, and headed for the window. No sooner than he got it open, there was a knock on the door. He looked back curiously, then shot a web at the couch to pull the robe over. He pocketed the mask, and tied the robe so you couldn't see much of his costume.
Mick opened the door, who stood in the doorway stunned him. Dick Greyson in his typical stylish jeans, blue polo shirt, and leather jacket. Barbara stood beside him, her hair pulled back wearing jeans, a grey shirt, and purple jacket. Both looked at him quite amused at his pink fuzzy robe.
"What are you doing here?" Mick asked to the chagrin of Greyson.
"Clearly interrupting your relaxing time," he prodded.
"Are you going to let us in, or are we just going to stand here awkwardly?" Barbara asked.
"Babs look at him, he's not ready for visitors," Greyson continued to tease as Mick opened the door for them to come inside.
"Shut up and get in here," Mick grumbled. "I was about to head out."
"Then we got here just in time, didn't we?" Barbara smirked.
Mick tossed the robe aside, then turned to see Greyson tossing his pillow and blanket from the couch. Barbara, on the other hand, was looking at the picture hung on the wall of Mick and the two teens that lived with him. Mick smiled, thinking back to when they took that picture. It was during Christmas vacation, they'd all gone to NYC to see the giant tree. Mick used his webs to get a better view. They took a selfie together to remember it. It was exactly one month from when Mick took them in, saving them from the grim fate of being orphans on the street. The two teens looked so happy, so carefree. It was there Mick promised he'd train them to be heroes.
"I didn't know you still spoke to your family," Barbara said as she looked back at Mick.
"I don't," Mick huffed. "They actually held a funeral for me after shipping me off to Xaviers."
"You're kidding," Greyson's eyes widened.
"Not at all," Mick sighed. "Those kids are my trainee's. I guess you could say I'm acting like Bruce, without the money."
"And where are they?" Barbara asked, looking around.
"Vacation," Mick groaned, then his phone began ringing. He pulled it out, looking quite confused, then answered. "This is Agent Bellouve."
Both Greyson and Barbara looked at him quite intrigued. Mick listened to the mission coming in from Agent Coulson. Once Mick hung up he looked at the two, who seemed way more interested in what just went on than Mick was.
"Sounds like they want all hands on deck in New Mexico. Some kind of 0-8-4," Mick explained.
"Oh-eight-four?" Greyson asked as Mick started moving a little more composed around the apartment.
"An item of unknown origin. Could be alien, could be mutants, inhuman, who knows. You know, SHIELD stuff," Mick explained as he finished prepping his gear. "Not really the stuff you probably came out here for."
"You had me at alien," Greyson said with a grin.
"We didn't bring our suits Hotshot," Barbara rolled her eyes as Mick began to formulate a plan.
"I might be able to get you in," he said as Greyson high fived him. "You're just going to have to wear the kid's suits. You're pretty close in size to Alex."
"I can pretend to be a teenager again," Greyson said, pumping his fist in excitement.
"You still act like one for sure," Barbara shook her head.
"Steph's might be a little tight on you Barb," he motioned to her chest. "She's kind of petite."
"Oh this should be real good then," Greyson cheered.
"You should know, Steph and Alex are brother and sister, born a year and some change apart. Alex is older."
"So I get to be older now too? this is just my lucky day!" Greyson exclaimed as Mick grabbed the suits for them.
After a few awkward encounters at the airport, Recluse, along with Eclipse and Knighthawk made their way into the SHIELD flight deck, then into the small quinjet. Flying was a small hobby of Mick's. He'd probably have ended up a pilot if it weren't for his powers. He sat down at the controls as Greyson jumped into the cockpit.
"You sure you can fly this thing?" he teased as Mick looked over his shoulder and frowned.
"Not like he'd let you fly it," Barbara scoffed. "You crashed the Batjet."
"Ok, one that wasn't my fault. The landing strip was slick, and two shut up, he didn't know that Babs,"
"This feels about right. Eclipse and Knighthawk constantly bickering," Mick sighed as the quinjet's engines roared to life. "Besides, if I let anyone fly, it'd be Barbara. Mostly because I know she can beat me up."
"You're no fun," Greyson grunted, then slumped down in his seat.
They arrived at the SHIELD facility that had clearly been set up quite recently. Mick was quite surprised to see Agent Coulson waiting for him at the entrance. "You two lay low and let me do the talking. Agent Coulson doesn't know the kids well enough to realize you're not them. Just keep your hoods and goggles on." Everyone seemed on board, even though Barbara was a little more reluctant.
"Welcome to the desert Agent Bellouve," Coulson said with a smirk. "I thought Agent Brent was taking them on vacation?" He motioned toward KnightHawk and Eclipse.
"You said all hands on deck, so I brought my team," Mick shrugged. He wasn't sure if Coulson was buying it, especially with how much he was studying Barbara's protruding red hair from under her hood.
Coulson shook his head as Barbara feigned a smile, then Greyson made an obscene gesture at a passing agent who was clearly checking out how tight Barbara's suit was. "Just make sure they follow the rules," Coulson sighed as Mick nodded, looking back at his two friends with an understanding nod. They then followed Coulson into the make-shift facility.
"Here's the situation; there's a very powerful artifact that crash landed here a few days ago. It's giving off incredible electromagnetic pulses. I've got two of my best scientists looking into it," Coulson began explaining.
"So because I'm electric, you want me to move it?" Mick asked with a frown.
"You're welcome to try," Coulson said sarcastically as Mick looked at him with intrigue. "It's right through there, have at it." Coulson motioned toward the path.
"Coming?" Mick looked over his shoulder and the two nodded. "Should be easy peasy. You'll have that artifact in your hand in no time and we can clear out of this blanket fort."
Mick, Greyson, and Barbara followed the path around, until they saw a large mound where several SHIELD agents stood in full radiation gear.
"Mick?" a woman's voice came from one of the suits, her British accent brought back memories of his time at SHIELD Academy. "What are you doing down here? Shouldn't you be upstairs getting debriefed with-"
"We're the clean up crew," Greyson blurted out. "Webs is going to fix the problem for you."
"Good luck with that," a man with a thick Scottish accent replied, as he caught a small drone.
"Fitz, Simmons? What are you doing here?" Mick asked, unable to hold back a smile.
"Trying to figure out why this thing has enough electrical power to shut down the country radiating from it," Fitz grumbled.
"Really?" Mick looked toward the mound. "What is it."
"A bloody hammer," Fitz said.
"A hammer?" Both Barbara and Dick said harmoniously.
"It's clearly more than just a hammer," Jemma stated. "We can't even move it with our heaviest machinery."
"Typical government workers," Dick scoffed.
"Let me try," Mick popped his knuckles, then walked toward it.
"Don't be daft!" Fitz exclaimed as Mick climbed the mound seeing the hammer laying down with its handle pointed up, daring anyone to try to move it.
"Mick, don't touch it!" Jemma called out, only for Mick to reach down, accepting the hammer's challenge.
The lights flickered as Mick's hand wrapped around the leather wrapped handle. He clenched tightly, feeling the incredible power emanating from the hammer. He put everything he had into lifting it, sure it had to move, but no. He was slipping down into the sand. He willed his own electric force into lifting the hammer, only for it to send shockwaves through his system. There was an explosion of electricity, sending Mick crashing through the thin containment walls and into the night, sparks flickering around him as he stayed down in his humiliation.
"That was a wicked lightshow!" Dick ran out, kneeling down beside Mick. "Think I should take a shot at it?"
"It blasted Mick, and he's got powers, it'll turn you to ashes," Barbara shoved Dick as he fell forward laughing.
"Is he ok?" Jemma came running out, pulling her helmet off.
"Fine," Mick coughed, holding up his thumb.
"Simmons! You've got to see this!" Fitz exclaimed as Jemma turned back.
"Where did these markings come from?" Jemma asked as she looked at the tablet in Fitz's hands. "And what language is this? Can you get better pictures?"
"Looks like you helped after all," Dick helped Mick to his feet.
Coulson walked in, flanked by a few agents Mick hadn't met previously. "Guess it's even too much for you too," he chided. "At least we'll have a really good clip for the Christmas party."
"Can I get a copy of that?" Dick asked as Mick and Barbara shot him a vicious glare. "Right, leader, shouldn't make fun of him."
"Now that your ego has been properly checked, we'd like to brief you on what we've picked up so far," Coulson said as Mick nodded.
Mick, Barbara, and Dick stood in the room assigned Mission Control. Coulson stood flanked by two agents, one a muscular man with dark hair, military styled hair cut, and a grey tie under his jacket. The other agent was more peculiar. She was a small framed asian woman, with a lethal glare. Both of them didn't seem too pleased about Mick having his team with him, much less the fact Mick stood there with them.
"Thirty six hours ago it was reported that this hammer crashed through our atmosphere, there were all kinds of strange markings around it. When we arrived on scene, there was nothing but a crater, and as you can see we cleared out as much as we could around it. To contain whatever this is." Mick nodded as Coulson spoke.
"The reason I wanted you here is two fold. Satellite imagery shows two collisions occurred. This one, and one about thirty five miles west. I sent a team to investigate, and nothing has come from it, yet."
"Agent Coulson, we've got a rogue vehicle heading this way," the man to his left said, he looked slightly disturbed.
"And a stray storm," the woman said cautiously, looking up at the sky as thunder rumbled.
"That's interesting," Coulson said as he pulled up the camera footage.
The vehicle smashed through the fence, heading toward the wall of the facility. Several agents opened fire, popping the tires as the vehicle skidded to a stop kicking up immense dust, just before slamming into the plastic walls. Alarms rang out across the facility, putting Mick and his team on high alert.
"Do you want us to intercept?" The man asked as Coulson flipped through several camera's hoping to locate the target who breached the facility.
"He's heading for the hammer!" the woman barked out as the screen passed by a blonde man throwing several SHIELD agents out of his way as he tore through the plastic draping.
"Fitz and Simmons are down there!" Mick belted out. "Let's move now!" He wasn't waiting for orders, and this seemed to intrigue Dick and Barbara. They followed without question.
Mick reached the room where the hammer sat on the mound, pausing as the man scaled the mound. Thunder bellowed, and Mick felt his skin prickling. He and his team located Fitz and Simmons who had backed toward the wall. The man wasn't focused on them at all. He reached down, grabbing the hammer. Another clap of thunder, following a radically close lightning strike. Mick wanted to move, fight this man to protect his friends, but something inside him said to just watch. The man screamed out in frustration as the hammer refused to budge, then Mick and Dick moved to grab him as other SHIELD agents poured into the area with guns pointed at the man.
The man surrendered himself, as Mick grabbed his muscular arms. His face screamed agony and humiliation. He refused to look anywhere as Mick led him down the torn hallways until they found Agent Coulson standing next to a metal containment unit. "I'll handle it from here," Coulson said firmly.
Mick rejoined Dick and Barbara who were trying to console the rattled Simmons and Fitz. They followed Mick through the rain, into the quinjet hangar, where several agents were conversing about the recent happenings. They all sat down inside the quinjet Mick flew in.
"Everyone ok?" Mick asked, getting nods from Dick and Barbara quickly. "Fitz, Simmons?"
"I-I don't understand what he was after," Jemma said as Fitz kept replaying security footage on his tablet.
"Those markings reappeared when he touched the hammer," Fitz said softly. "Except they had a different glow about them."
"What?" Jemma looked over at his screen.
"From the looks of it, he clearly knew where that thing was," Fitz continued. "What if it's his?"
"Then why wouldn't he be able to lift it?" Dick asked as Jemma and Barbara studied the markings.
"Can you run this text through a Norse translator?" Barbara asked as Fitz looked at her curiously.
"Why Norse?" Fitz barked. "The hell are they teaching you kids in school these days?"
"No," Jemma said, looking between Barbara and the tablet suspiciously. "I think she may be correct."
"Fine, but if it comes back as gibberish, I don't want to hear-" Fitz paused as his eyes widened. He shook his head in disbelief, only for Jemma to take the tablet.
"Whoever holds this hammer, if ye be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor," Jemma gasped.
"Good call, Babs!" Dick stood up high fiving her, then quickly bit his tongue.
"I thought your faces looked unfamiliar," Jemma said as Mick hung his head.
"How long have you known?" Mick asked as Jemma smirked.
"Since Knighthawk had his jacket zipped up," Jemma admitted. "I've patched your team up several times, and never have I seen his jacket zipped like that. Nor have I seen red hair on Eclipse."
"Guys meet Dick and Barbara, we go way back," Mick said as he nodded toward them.
"Exnay on the namesay," Dick said as Jemma laughed.
"Want me to tell them your other names then? I'm sure they'd know them too," Mick said sarcastically. "Nightwing and Batgirl."
"What the hell, Mick?" Dick punched Mick's arm as Barbara laughed.
"He must really trust you," Jemma said as Barbara nodded.
"Or he wants to end up buried under the Raft for sneaking non-SHIELD personnel into a top secret facility to see a classified object!" Fitz scoffed.
"Oh relax, Fuzzy," Dick teased. "It's not like we don't see all kinds of weird things working with Batman."
Fitz continued to murmur as Barbara looked between Mick and Jemma. "They're good, they won't rat us out, but no more real or pet names, got it?" Mick said sternly.
"Yes Boss," Dick rolled his eyes and said with a teenage whine.
More alarms began blaring across the base, breaking up the peaceful moment and causing the three heroes to meet one anothers concerned glances. All eyes then turned to Fitz who was looking frantically at his tablet.
"There's been another atmospheric breach. Close to Puente Antiguo," Fitz replied.
"Sounds like we should go check that out," Mick said as Dick gave a smirk.
"Agent Coulson isn't going to like you flying out of here," Jemma said as Mick shrugged.
"There's a lot I've done that Agent Coulson doesn't really approve of, let's just add this to that list," Mick pressed a button as the engines roared to life.
The ground shook, dust filled the air. He stood as people ran screaming. The sound of terror brought a devilish smirk to his face. As the dust cleared, he saw several of the structures cracked, several terrans looked to be bleeding as they attempted to limp away. This world was a fragile one. There were traces of Krypton here, but they were quite faint. He wondered if that meant Kara or Kal could be here. The last two surviving from the traitorous line of El.
"Hands up!" a man in a blue uniform yelled nervously as he pointed a weapon at him. He found it humorous that these terran's would be so bold.
He lifted his arms to humor the man, as if he truly meant to be peaceful. He lifted up from the ground, and the nervous man fired a shot. It ricocheted off the black armor, then rage welled up in his mind. He focuses his gaze upon the man, his vision blazing red, then a beam blasted the man with his vengeance. Ashes fell to the ground where the fool once stood as more screaming rang out.
"If you wish your life to be spared, then there is one thing you must do," he said, his voice booming and causing glass to shatter. "You will kneel before your new king. Kneel before Zod!" He clenched his fists watching several terrans fall to the ground in submission.
Mick looked out in horror as he saw a small town in a blaze. No one knew exactly what to expect, but whatever was causing this much damage was extremely dangerous. "You two stay here, call for backup," Mick said trembling. "And if something goes wrong, get the heck out of here."
"I don't know how to fly this thing," Jemma said as she looked around nervously.
"Then just run," Barbara suggested.
"What about you?" Fitz asked.
"Don't worry about us. We'll manage," Dick said as a green flash flew past them.
"What the heck was that?" Fitz ran to the windshield, seeing a green light slam into something in the distance.
"No clue, just keep your heads down, and call for backup," Mick ordered as he opened the hatch. A brilliant yellow flash flew past them, then a red beam slammed into the ground nearby.
"Be careful," Jemma said as Mick and the others nodded.
"What's our plan?" Dick asked as Mick watched as yellow and red flashes kept occurring in rapid succession.
"We should make sure civilians are safe," Barbara said. "It looks like whatever those lights are might have this under control."
"Right," Mick said as his heart raced.
They ran toward the inferno as something slammed into the ground in front of them, Barbara pulling Mick in the nick of time to avoid being caught in the crash. Barbara then jumped into the newly formed crater, seeing a blonde woman in a green bodysuit with a golden star on her chest, laying motionless. Her face was bruised and bloodied, her suit was torn and ripped.
"Babs!" Dick called out as he and Mick jumped down, grabbing Barbara and the woman when a building collapsed, dropping debris where they once were.
The ground shook as a black armored man slammed into the ground pinning a man with a green glow around him to the ground. Mick shot a web face of the attacker as Dick pulled out the bow, firing an arrow that tore through the black and red cape of the attacker. The man tore the webbing from his face, his gaze shot at them. His eyes were glowing red. Barbara, being quick on her feet, grabbed the bow from Dick, launching a small flashing arrow at the attacker. It exploded in his face, as a red laser shot from his eyes, flying into the building behind them, causing it to collapse.
Mick drew his blade as Dick grabbed the escrima sticks from Barbara's sides leaving the quiver behind. To their surprise, there was a green flash followed by a thunderous boom. On the other side of the glowing green wall was the furious black armored man, beside them was a man in a green and black bodysuit, with a green mask over his eyes. He looked worn down and broken.
"I appreciate the sentiment, kids, but this isn't a place for you. This guy is something else all together," the man said, pushing his hands forward causing the green wall to push the armored man back. "Run, now before he breaks through."
Coulson sat with the blonde hair buff man in the holding cell. The man looked dejected. "Care to tell us what you were planning to do once you lifted that hammer?" Coulson said as the man stared at the table.
"I would've called Hiemdall to open the Bifrost and return me to Asgard," the man said. "I would've shown Jane that her research isn't for naught."
"So you expect me to believe you're Thor, the god of thunder?" Coulson said as the man sighed.
"It's my arrogance that cost me my powers," Thor said somberly. "It sparked Argard in a war with the Frost Giants, and maybe even worse."
"Agent Coulson, I hate to interrupt you," Agent May burst into the holding cell. "Two things. One there was another atmospheric breach nearby, two, Agent Bellouve attempted to intercept. The town of Puente Antiguo is under attack."
Coulson looked at Thor, then at Agent May. "Do we have footage of the attack?"
May held a tablet showing a brutal scene with the black clad man firing a laser from his eyes and incinerating a cop. "Zod," Thor muttered.
"Excuse me?" Coulson looked at him.
"He's a dangerous warlord, known as the Destroyer of Worlds. He is the reason for the destruction of the Planet Krypton, and who knows how many others in his conquest for power," Thor explained.
"Great, more aliens," Coulson sighed. "Ready the fleet. Bellouve is going to need backup."
"Let me help," Thor said boldly. "I might not have my hammer, but I won't let him destroy this planet. I have found many things about your planet I admire."
"You sure we can trust him?" May asked as Coulson looked at her, then back at Thor.
"He knows what we're up against, maybe he can help us defeat it?" Coulson said.
Clark looked at the images being shown in the crystals in horror. "As you can see my son, if Zod truly is coming, nothing you care about is safe. However, if you so desire, you may use the Phantom Zone to stop him."
Clark took a step forward, then Kara landed beside him. "It's the only way," she said as Clark wasn't sure. His attention changed as his phone buzzed.
"He's here," Clark said bitterly, looking down at the Phantom Zone projector. "New Mexico. We need to move now."
Thor jumped out of the quinjet, rushing into the fray. He knew that little gun they gave him wouldn't hurt Zod. Zod shot his laser vision, taking down two quinjets, then threw the glowing green warrior at another. He saw Zod then slam into people trying to fight him with glowing blades. These people had no idea what they were up against. Thor then grabbed a piece of rubble, throwing it as hard as he could. It crumbled against Zod's armor, but it was enough to pull his attention.
Zod launched himself at Thor, who was barely able to catch the punch being pushed backwards by the sheer force. "Ah, the Arrant Son of Odin," Zod taunted. "You're looking quite poor for a prince." Zod then lifted Thor, slamming him into the ground.
"Still attacking those weaker than yourself to build your ego?" Thor goaded him through his pain. Zod was then blasted from behind by a yellow beam, then let out a roar, slinging Thor at the attacker. He slammed into a woman then the two hit the ground hard, tumbling before they finally stopped. This pain was new to Thor, usually he fared much better in combat, but that was clearly due to his power, not his own strength. He'd fight this battle on his own to protect these people.
"You ok?" the woman asked, helping Thor to his feet.
"Fine, and you?" Thor replied
"Can't quit now," the woman started to launch herself, only to be caught by the neck then slammed to the ground by Zod. She gasped in pain. Then webs coated Zod's face, followed by an arrow slamming into his armor, and electrocuting him.
Zod screamed out, tearing the arrow from his armor, Thor using the opportunity to kick Zod's feet out from under him. Zod fell, and his eyes began glowing. Thor tried to brace himself for the attack, knowing his body couldn't withstand it. To his shock, the laser ricocheted into the sky, as Zod slammed hard into the ground. He screamed out in rage as Mjolner rested on his chest.
Thor reached out, the hammer returning to his hand with a powerful lightning bolt slamming into him. He felt whole again, fully recharged. Now Thor could really protect these people that were so valiantly fighting. He blasted lightning from Mjolner, then the woman blasted her own power at him, while a glowing man blasted a green light at Zod. The powers combined caused Zod to scream out in pain.
A flying man in a blue bodysuit and red cape appeared with a strange device, with a woman similarly dressed beside him. He pointed the device at Zod, and with a flash, the warlord was gone. Thor looked at the man, as he floated there. He recognized this figure as the one Jane called Superman. Everyone exchanged a look, then with a nod, Superman and the girl with him flew off as fast as they appeared.
Mick sat in the quinjet, as Jemma looked him over. His suit was in tatters, as was Knighthawk, and Eclipse. He was just glad they survived. He'd never faced anything quite like this. Even that girl he fought with Superman wasn't this violent. Although she was terrifyingly strong. It made him wonder if maybe there was a connection between them.
Coulson stepped on board, looking at the unmasked heroes. "I had an anonymous call, someone is looking for one Richard Greyson and one Barbara Gordon. Would that be you two?" He looked at Dick and Barbara.
"I can explain," Mick said as Coulson shook his head.
"We'll debrief later," Coulson said bitterly. "Get some rest. Tomorrow you're bringing them home."
"Yes, Sir," Mick nodded.