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1st Story: Blind Justice   -  2nd Story: Another Word for Revenge
1st story:
'Don't you dare “Hi, Honey, I'm home” me!' Bobbi Morse Barton a.k.a. Mockingbird exclaims as she slams her fist into her husband's face, breaking his shades. Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye's face spins upon the impact of his wife's fist, and Bobbi then calls him a 'Stupid, miserable, lying, deceitful, conceited, mule-headed, inconsiderate, irresponsible, careless, swashbuckling, brainless, sneaky bum!' Clint falls to the front steps of the West Coast Avengers' Palos Verdes Compound, as Bobbi stands over him and tells him that, in case he forgot, he knocked her out with a gas arrow last week so that he could go to Paris – and risk his worthless life in some idiotic, macho goon battle to  the death with his former mentor Trick Shot – and now he has the colossal nerve to come waltzing back here with a big smile on his ugly face! 'Would you have felt better if I had moon-walked in with a frown?' Clint jokes. Bobbi clenches her fists and screams in frustration, before turning and slamming the door as she enters the compound.
'Welcome back, Hawkeye' Simon Williams a.k.a. Wonder Man, who had witnessed that encounter, remarks. He tells Clint that the compound has been a little too quiet and boring since he was gone. 'Thanks a lot' Clint mutters. Simon helps Clint to his feet and tells him that his moon-walk line was a classic. 'Your wife was pretty steamed. Think she'll ever forgive you?' Simon asks. 'Of course she will! Mockingbird is crazy about me' Clint replies, examining his broken shades, and boasting that he knows how to handle women. 'And they call Daredevil the Man without Fear' Simon jokes. 'Sure, but no one knows if he's married!' Clint jokes.
Some time later, inside a florist called “Flowers by Francesi”: 'Hey, pal! Anything bigger will cost you a fortune!' Francesi declares. 'Hey, pal, anything smaller will cost me my life!' Clint tells him, asking the florist to make the card out to his “very loving and beautiful wife”. 'Think we should also add “forgiving” and “understanding” to that?' Clint asks. Francesi tells Clint that from the desperate way he sounds, he could add diamond earrings and a mink coat to that and still be in trouble. 'Well, I was planning on including a box of butter crunch!' Hawkeye remarks. Suddenly, a group of five men wearing masks over their faces enters. 'Hey, Francesi! What the heck are you still doing here?' one of them calls out. 'We warned you to close shop! We told you we don't want your kind in our neighborhood!' one of them shouts as they start to mess up the shop, smashing potted flowers and vases with bats and chains. 'Yeah! Either you get out – or we get nasty! Understand?' one of the thugs shouts, reaching over the counter and grabbing Francesi by his collar.
'Put him down!' Clint calls out, but is told to stay out of this by one of the thungs. 'You punks have been watching too much “Miami Vice”!' Clint tells them, adding that their tough guy routine impresses nobody. 'Keep back, old man! I'm warning you!' the thug tells Clint, holding up a switchblade. 'Old man? Old man? You really know how to hurt a guy! But then, so do I!' Clint exclaims, slamming his hand into the thug's masked face. 'Grab him! He can't stop us all!' one of the thugs. 'I'll scramble his brains!' another boasts, grabbing Clint and preparing to slam his bat into Clint. Other thugs move in, as Clint remarks that he may not be Mister Objective, but that the odds seem a bit lopsided to him! 'What say we even them up a bit?' Clint suggests, flipping the thug who has grabbed him over, slamming him into another. Clint then pushes another thug away, joking that he supposes he would have to tie both hands behind his back and wear a blindfold in order to give them a fighting chance.
Clint finds the thug who was doing all the talking and yanks his mask off of his head, telling him that he seems to be the leader of this pack. Clint is surprised to discover tthat he is only a teenager. 'The Puentes kid!' Francesi thinks to himself, when suddenly, one of the other thugs goes over to Clint and cracks a potted plant across his head, and declares that they might be teenagers, but they can still take out a loser like him. 'Where's your smart mouth now, macho man?' the thug asks. Puentes and the masked thugs then turn and run out of the florist. Francesi asks Clint if he is okay, to which Clint tells him that they only hurt his pride, while thinking to himself that he was careless, and wonders if he is getting old. Clint tells Francesi that the thugs got away, but they can still describe that one punk to the police. Francesi looks concerned, and tells Clint that he doesn't want any trouble – he just wants to run his shop in peace.
Later still: 'Ow! That stings!' Clint complains as Bobbi uses tweezers to clean debris out of his wound. Bobbi tells Clint not to be such a big baby, as it is only his head – and he doesn't use that much anyway. 'You can't even buy flowers without getting into trouble!' Bobbi points out. Clint tells his wife that he is really worried about Francesi, explaining that he saw the kid's face, and he thinks Francesi recognized him. Clint adds that there have been a few reports of an extortion ring in the neighborhood. As she reaches for something in the medicine cabinet, Bobbi suggests to Clint that if it will make him feel better, they can look into the extortion rings, and keep an eye on Francesi in the process.
Even later, Hawkeye and Mockingbird are in their costumes and stand on a rooftop overlooking the neighborhood. 'Well, this is real exciting – but not the way I planned on spending our first night back together!' Bobbi whispers. Clint tells Bobbi that he is sorry about that, before Bobbi asks him if he is worried about Francesi, or that “old man” crack that kid made. 'That's cold, Mock. Real cold' Clint replies, before he notices a car pulling up into the rear entrance of Francesi's florist. 'Limousines?' Bobbi asks as the limo comes to a stop. Two figures in brown suits emerge from the limo, and Clint sees that they have with them a kid who has been bound and gagged – the kid who threatened Francesi. Clint wonders who the goons in the suits are and declares that there is something real wrong with this picture. He suggests they move closer and find out what is going on.
Inside the florist, Francesi is wearing a suit and stands with some other men, as the gagged teenager is brought before him. 'Good evening, my young friend. Your name is Puentes, is it not?' Francesi remarks, adding that he understands Puentes and his associates want to dictate to him how this neighborhood is run. 'You want my people to stop threatening the local store owners, don't you? You believe yourself to be a man of influence! A tough guy! YOU'RE A PUNK!' Francesi exclaims, slapping Puentes across the face. Francesi frowns and exclaims that if the busybody customer hadn't interferred this afternoon, he would have signalled to his boys to waste Puentes.

Up on the roof, Hawkeye and Mockingbird are watching through the glass ceiling covering the florist, 'I don't believe it! Francesi is the bad guy!' Clint whispers, and Bobbi tells him that at least he got the part about the extortion racket right.
'I want the names of all your friends! NOW!' Francesi shouts as one of his henchmen put a gun to the frightened Puentes' head. Suddenly, 'What the?' one of the henchmen exclaim. 'Who's that?' another asks, as a figure drops through the glass ceiling, armed, the mysterious figure in a black costume with blue cape, mask, gloves and boots opens fire at one of the henchmen, shooting him at close range, announcing that he is the true servant of justice – Blind Justice! 'Ralphie! You killed Ralphie!' one of the henchmen gasps, but Blind Justice claims to have merely jolted him into unconsciousness, adding that justice is not served by punishing the servant for the crimes of the king. 'Yeah, well, you're dead, mister!' the hechman declares, raising his gun to Blind Justice, while up above, Hawkeye and Mockingbird drop through the broken glass ceiling.
The henchman opens fire, but Blind Justice barely flinches as the bullets strike him. 'Fall down! Blast you – fall down!' the henchman exclaims. Blind Justice tells him that he is wasting ammunition and that mere bullets cannot stop the cause of justice. Suddenly, the henchman falls forward, struck by an arrow that Hawkeye fired into his back. 'Hmm, it appears that I'm not the only one that uses electro-shocks to stun his enemies' Blind Justice remarks, noting the electro-arrow. Blind Justice thanks Hawkeye for the timely assistance, and offers to return the favor, as he strikes down two henchmen who are crouched behind the counter nearby. Mockingbird leaps into action, confronting two of the henchmen, while Hawkeye fires his arrow at anoher, knocking his weapon out of his hands. Blind Justice demands to know where Francesi is, and declares that justice demands he die for his crimes. 'What!? You can't be serious, pal!' Hawkeye calls out.
'Hawkeye, you – and others like you – champion the principles of law and order. But I – and I alone – serve the cause of true justice!' Blind Justice claims as he fires his electro-weapon at another henchman. Hawkeye tells Blind Justice to forget it – there is no way he is going to let him kill anyone, even a creep like Francesi. Hawkeye fires an arrow towards Blind Justice, but he misses as Blind Justice dodges beneath the adhesive-tipped arrow. Blind Justice fires another energy-blast at one of the henchmen and tells Hawkeye that he is well-intentioned, but misguided. Blind Justice moves outside, where Francesi is making his escape across the back lot. 'The scales of justice demand to be balanced!' Blind Justice calls out.
Hawkeye turns to Mockingbird, who asks Hawkeye what he is waiting for: 'Go get that loony!' she exclaims, adding that she can easily handle things here, as she kicks one of the remaining henchmen into another. 'Right!' Hawkeye agrees as he races outside, where, behind a fence that surrounds the back lot, 'That's far enough, Francesi!' Blind Justice calls out, raising his weapon as Francesi comes to a halt, and holds his hands up in the air. Francesi asks Blind Justice to take it easy and not to do anything rash. 'Maybe we can make a deal' Francesi suggests. Francesi drops to his knees and tells Blind Justice that he heard all about him, that he is a murderer, a mad dog! Francesi then begs Blind Justice not to kill him. 'I'll pay you anything! Anything!' Francesi calls out. 'You offer me mere wealth? I desire nothing save justice!' Blind Justice declares as he puts the end of the gun to Francesi's head. Sweating, Francesi exclaims that he doesn't deserve to die.
'Put it down, Mr Mask!' Hawkeye calls out as he holds up his bow and arrow, but Blind Justice tells Hawkeye that he cannot allow this criminal to escape his punishment. 'And I can't allow you to kill him!' Hawkeye calls back. 'Then kill me!' Blind Justice tells Hawkeye, while Francesi asks them to stop this, and exlaims that this isn't fair – he deserves a fair trial, a chance to defend himself – when suddenly, he clutches his chest, and collapses. 'Oh my gosh! The strain was too much for him! He's having a heart attack!' Hawkeye realizes, rushing over to Francesi, while Blind Justice turns and walks away. Hawkeye asks Blind Justice where he is going, and points out that they have to get Francesi to a hospital. 'Why? Justice demands that he die! Let him!' Blind Justice responds.
Hawkeye holds up his bow and arrow, and tells Blind Justice that he can't just toss aay a human life like it was a soiled tissue. 'I could stop you – Justice – or whatever you call yourself – with just one quick arrow in the back!' Hawkeye exclaims, before lowering his bow and arrow and pointing out that he has more important things to do. He drops down next to Francesi and tells him to take it easy, that they will get him to a hospital – he swears it.
Soon, sitting on some seats in the emergency room at a hospital, Hawkeye and Mockingbird examine the charges that Blind Justice was using. Hawkeye remarks that they are pretty amazing, and Mockingbird discovers that they contain mini tracking devices. 'Just aim them in the right general direction and they release an electrical jolt on impact!' Hawkeye remarks. Puentes sits next to him, while two police officers stand guard. A surgeon emerges and informs Hawkeye that Mr Francesi has passed on. 'All right! All right!' Puentes exclaims, standing up and smiling. 'That Justice dude has the right idea! Waste the baddies!' Puentes smiles, to which one of the police officers tells him to put a lid on it.
Hawkeye and Mockingbird leave the emergency room, although Hawkeye doesn't look very happe. Mockingbird asks him why he has such a long face, as he did everything he could to save Francesi. Hawkeye tells Mockingbird that that does not change the fact Francesi is dead and Blind Justice got away. He adds that on all counts tonight, he feels like a big, dumb, useless zero. Mockingbird wraps her arms around Hawkeye and tells him that he is a big, dumb, useless zero, but he is her big, dumb, useless zero. 'I love you, Hawk' Mockingbird adds, kissing Hawkeye, who tells her that she is the greatest.
As Hawkeye and Mockingbird pass a nurse's station, they fail to notice a delivery boy from Ajax Florist approach the nurse at the station and tell her that he has a delivery for Mister Francesi. The nurse looks at the floral wreath with a large RIP on a ribbon and wonders who could have sent this, as he only died a few minutes ago. The delivery boy tells her that he isn't a clairvoyant and suggests she reads the card. The nurse opens an envelope and remarks 'Now this is odd' as she discovers a business card that reads “In the service of justice”, and wonders what it means.

2nd story:
Traffic was murder this night in Los Angeles, so there was only one thing a certain Dr Henry Pym could do. Two police officers are standing near their cars, talking, 'So this guy says “look, I'll give you a hundred if you look the other way” but I said “no” okay?' while a voice calls out 'Excuse me, officer. Can I park here?' a voice calls out. 'Can'tcha read, pal. The lot's reserved for cops only!' one of the police officers responds. 'I don't want to park in the lot, officer...' the voice responds. 'Huh?' one of the officers asks. 'Hol-leee!' the other exclaims, looking up they see Doctor Henry Pym, hovering above them by clinging to two long “feelers” which extend from his handy hover-craft, Rover. 'I want to park up here. Any problem?' Pym asks 'Uh, not a one, pal!' one of the officers replies. Hank steps onto the ground and thanks the officers, before looking up atr Rover and telling him to hover right there. 'Gotcha, Dr Pym!' Rover responds, while one of the officers whispers tro the other 'Hey, ain't that the Ant-Man guy?' to which the other, looking up at Rover, replies 'Never mind that! How do we get the department to spring for cars like this!?'
Pym makes his way into the police station, he hears the comment about his name, but he doesn't have time to set the officer straight, now he has business to attend to. 'Dr Ishmael's office, please?' Pym asks. An officer points down the corridor, giving him directions, but as Pym passes through a metal detector, it sounds, the officer stops him. 'Metal detector says you're carrying arsenal! Though I can't figure where!' the officer remarks. 'An arsenal? I don't -' Pym begins, before remembering something in his pocket, he pulls some weapons out and puts them on the counter. 'You kidding? Those toys?' the officer asks. Pym agrees that they look like toys, but they do a little growing up, as he uses his Pym Particles on the weapons, increasing them to their regular size. He then does the reverse, shrinking them back down. 'Out of sight, if not out of mind' Pym replies. He gives them to the officer, telling him that he hopes they don't take up too much space. 'I think I can squeeze 'em in somewhere' the officer replies.
Pym soon enters Lieutentant Ishmael's office, and shakes his hand, adding that he supposes he is pretty tired of the “Call me Ishmael” joke. 'Yes...especially since I've never been able to make it more than halfway through Moby Dick' Ishmael replies, before instructing Pym to sit down, and asking 'Is it Giant-Man, or -?' to which Hank tells him that “Dr Pym” will be fine, and adds that he will stand, before asking Lieutenant Ishmael why he wanted to see him. Ishmael looks through a file and tells Dr Pym that there have been three robberies committed over the past week that don't fit any modus operandi they have ever heard of – hundreds of dollars of state of the art equipment was stolen from Morganstern Electronics, two nights ago what looks like the same thief cleaned out the jewelry of the Entwiler family, and four nights ago, experimental medical vaccines got heisted from the New Centuries Labs.
Pym tells the lieutenant that it sounds like he has his hands full all right, and asks why he is here. 'If you want the Avengers' help -' Pym begins, but Ishmael tells him that it more serious than that – because in all three robberies, the security systems were either evaded or deactivated – as if the thief was the size of an ant – while the vault door was torn off at the New Century Labs as though the thief had the strength of a giant! Pym looks shocked, and starts to ask the lieutenant if he is accusing him, his comment being a surge of righteous indignation, but Pym knows that the lieutenant is only doing his job, and looking at it from his point of view, he can't blame him. Pym apologizes to Lieutenant Ishmael and sits down, explaining that with his history of mental instability, he can't blame the lieutenant for thinking of him, but assures him that he is innocent. Lieutenant Ishmael tells Dr Pym that he would appreciate it if he could back that up with an alibi.
Pym points out that he is not the only guy around who can change size – there is a new Ant-Man, and a new, evil Yellowjacket. He suggests that Lieutenant Ishmael could check with the East Coast Avengers as to their whereabouts. Lt Ishmael agrees that is true, but as he stands up, he reminds Pym that he was the first to shrink, and he is here in town. 'Two obvious clues that anyone who wanted to frame would know!' Hank exclaims. Lieutenant Ishmael assures Hank that he thought of that, and remarks that it must burn him up that someone hates him that much. 'Would make me want to go out and -' Ishmael begins, but Hank tells him to save the psychology 101, as he has already decided to help him find whoever is behind this. 'Huh? You think that's what I wanted all along?' Ishmael asks. Hank lets him talk awhile longer, all the time thinking about possible suspects – there was another, less obvious clue that Ishmael seemed to have missed.
'Let's go home, Rover!' Hank remarks once he is inside Rover and takes to the skies, 'Next stop, West Coast Avengers Compound, Dr Pym!' Rover responds. Rain begins to fall that night, during which time Hank got to work, realizing that by the thief's established pattern, the next score would be tomorrow night. Hank thinks this gives him more than enough time to do a little planning of his own. He gets to work with wires and circuitry – it feels good to him, although his mechanical partner doesn't share his enthusiasm, as Hank sits at a work station in his lab, Rover points out that they have been sitting around all day, that he is getting rusty and all Hank is doing is working on those dumb gadgets! Hank puts the small gadgets into his hand and explains to Rover that if he is correct, then the “gadgets” will prove valuable tonight, adding that until he needs them, he should put them out of harm's way. He then announces that they are ready to go. 'Satisfied, Rover?' Hank asks. 'You bet – but what about the other Avengers? Aren't you gonna tell them?' Rover asks. As Hank flies Rover off the Compound, Hank explains that the thief behind this has made it personal, and he is more than happy to accommodate him.
After running a few errands, nightfall finds Hank and Rover high above Los Angeles, and Rover as patient as ever, until he tells Dr Pym that this is boring, and asks when something is going to happen. 'Tonight, I hope, Rover. But if not we'll just wait until -' Hank begins, when suddenly, an alarm sounds, and Hank declares that is what he has been waiting for. 'Which bug is it?' Hank asks. 'I'm getting a fix on it now, Dr Pym...let's see...it's the big you planted in Eckman's Electronics, Dr Pym. It's picked up cybernetic impulses inside their plant!' Rover reports, as the small hovercraft descends towards a large warehouse. 'Good! I knew he'd stick to his pattern!' Hank remarks, but Rover doesn't understand, and asks Dr Pym how he knew. 'And why only plant those cybernetic sensors in places beginning with “e”?' Rover enquires. Hank instructs Rover to blast the garage door to the warehouse with acid spray. Rover does so, but asks if it will set the alarm off. Hank tells Rover that he is counting on it to bring the police so they can see him bag this guy.
As Rover flies into the warehouse, he tells Dr Pym that he is talking like he knows who is behind this. 'Just like I knew to plant the sensors in places beginning with “e” Rover! The man framing me was signing his name to the robberies....he robbed New Century Labs, Entwiler Jewellers, Morganstern Electronics.... Eckman's Electronics begins with an “e” - and that's the next letter in the name of -' Hank begins, before telling Rover to put the spotlight on. Rover does so, as a figure skulks between large crates of equipment, 'Right, Der Pym!' Rover responds, as the spotlight suddenly shines across the figure: 'Dr Nemesis!' Hank exclaims, as the man wearing a green, yellow and red costume comes to a stop when the spotlight shines on him. 'Looks like a slight change of plan is in order, Dr Pym! Instead of framing you, I'll have to humiliate you!' Dr Nemesis calls out. 'That's right, Nemesis. Try to convince yourself that you still have a plan – that it hasn't gone up in flames!' Hank calls back, pointing at Dr Nemesis. 'Such hostility, Pym! Aren't you even curious as to where I've been all these years?' Dr Nemesis responds.
'That's no mystery, Nemesis!' Hank declares as he jumps out of Rover. 'Oh no?' Dr Nemesis asks. Hank tells him that he knows he was caught in his experimental shrinking beams when he tried to rob his house, and that he also knew it would wear off – like it did – and return him to his normal size. 'Right, as usual, Pym! I decided to take my revenge by framing you for my robberies – after all “Nemesis” is another word for revenge!' Doctor Nemesis snarls, before remarking that he prefers taking out his revenge on him personally, as it is unscientific, but certainly satisfying. 'I was just thinking the same thing, Nemesis!' Hank agrees, before remarking that he intends to be the one who walks away. He then shouts 'Rover! Take him!' and Rover fires some sort of cloud at Doctor Nemesis, who cries out as the cloud strikes him. 'Gone! Rover! Did you see where they went?' Pym asks, but Rover tells Dr Pym that he thinks Dr Nemesis shrunk.
Pym figured as much, which is why he brought along a few more cybernetic sensors to give him an edge. He pulls them from his pocket and starts to increase their size, noting that they are the 1988 model, and he doesn't have time to wait for Nemesis to come to them. 'Go get him, guys!' Pym exclaims as he controls the sensors with a remote, as they hover around a large stack of boxes. 'Found him already? Good work, boys!' Pym remarks, before telling Nemesis to surprise him, to surrender and save them all some grief – but he had forgotten that even reduced, Nemesis still had the proportionate strength of a full-sized man, and the stack of boxes is pushed towards Hank, who suddenly falls over, as something – or someone – grabs his ankle. Hank jokes that he has something better than flea powder and uses the remote again, and, as he hoped, he is able to create cybernetic feedback which channels through the size-changing circuitry in Nemesis' helmet. 'Don't go away mad, Nemesis!' Hank calls out as the tiny Dr Nemesis can be seen leaping from Hank's boot after the cybernetic feedback hurt him, but Nemesis boasts that he is not going away at all.
'My lord!' Pym gasps as he looks up, Nemesis shifts his form into giant-size, towering over Hank, 'I just wanted to give you a look at the last thing you'll ever see!' Dr Nemesis exclaims, fist ready to strike Hank. 'Talk about turning the tables! Over the years, some cynics asked me how just “being big” put me in the league of thunder gods and super soldiers. If they could see Nemesis now, they would realize, as I did for the first time, what it is like to face an opponent taller than a dinosaur!' Hank thinks to himself. For the briefest second, he even freezes, but then remembers how far he had come since his breakdown – how much he had regained that he thought he would never have again – and he finds the strength to move, leaping just as Doctor Nemesis slams his fist down on him. 'Rover!' Hank calls out, as the hovercraft soars down towards Dr Pym, releasing a rope which Hank grabs onto as he instructs Rover to go into evasive maneuvers – and let Nemesis clutch at straws for a while. Rover darts around the still giant Doctor Nemesis, and as Pym tells Rover to keep Nemesis busy, he leaps from Rover onto Doctor Nemesis.
Pym knows that he could give Nemesis another shot of feedback, but decides that would only anger him, and he wants this to end quickly – he has an idea of how to do that, and pulls a small knife from his pocket which he enlarges as he climbs onto Nemesis's shoulder. 'Blast it, Pym! All you're doing is delaying it!' Nemesis calls out. Pym tells himself that Nemesis has never spoken a truer word, though not quite in the way he thought. Pym then uses the knife to slice open the sleeve of Nemesis' costume. Nemesis notices this and asks Pym what he is doing back there. Pym then uses his Pym Particles to reduce Doctor Nemesis back down to his regular size. 'Stop it! Stop it! Or I'll -' Nemesis calls out, but it's too late. Pym knows that Nemesis' power is in his helmet circuitry, and once he is out of contact with that helmet, Pum punches him in the face, knocking Nemesis over.
Pym then uses a single thread from Nemesis' costume, enlarged, he turns it into a rope, to bind Nemesis and keep him out of trouble. At that moment, the cavalry arrive. 'Oh, here you are!' Lieutenant Ishmael calls out as he sees Pym tying up Doctor Nemesis. Ishmael asks who the other man is, and Pym tells him that he is called Doctor Nemesis, and he is sure Nemesis will be glad to tell him more. Another officer pulls Nemesis up and starts to lead him away, as Ishmael thanks Pym for the good work, and tells him he is sorry for the hard feelings. 'Hey, aren't you that Goliath guy!?' the other officer asks. 'I was. A long time ago' Pym replies, before he gets into Rover and they fly away, with Pym calling back 'But now I answer to the name of Pym Dr Pym!'


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1st Story: In the Service of Justice   -  2nd Story: Memoirs
1st story:
I'm real pleased that you could fit me into your busy schedule, Speedo even though I did show up without an appointment! Now, about that information I requested?' Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye frowns as he holds the man called Speedo back against a desk in Speedo's office, he bow pressed up against Speedo's chest. Speedo tells Hawkeye that he is crazy and that he can't help him, as he knows absolutely nothing about that creep Blind Justice. The office is trashed, and Speedo's associates lay strewn about the room as Hawkeye tells Speedo that he doesn't have time for any more fun 'n' games. 'Tell me how to find Justice – and do it quickly – because I'm about to get real annoyed with you – and you don't want that to happen!' Hawkeye exclaims. Speedo asks Hawkeye to stay cool, and assures him he would hand Blind Justice to him on a platter if he could. 'Please believe me!' Speedo exclaims.
'Why should I?' Hawkeye asks. 'Because that blasted vigilante lives to stick it to wise guys like me! He's bad for my business!' Speedo adds that everybody on the street wants a piece of Blind Justice – him included. Hawkeye lets Speedo go, telling him that he will buy his act – for now. Hawkeye turns to leave Speedo's office, and tells him that he is still an a-one weasel, and that he is going to keep his eye on him. Speedo rubs his throat and reaches for his phone, 'You just better watch yourself, hero. I intend to burn you! Burn you bad!' Speedo thinks to himself.
Sometime later, in the top-story apartment of a high-rise building, 'Calm down, Speedo' a woman remarks. 'I can't calm down, boss!' Speedo's voice can be heard saying over the telephone, informing the woman that the crazy Avenger called Hawkeye just trashed his entire gang, so they have got to do something about him – and now. The woman stands in the shadows of her apartment and tells Speedo that she understands, and is fully prepared to sanction the appropriate action, but that one must realize killing an Avenger is not a low-risk proposition. She explains to Speedo that they must be prepared to accept the consequences for this action, unless they can arrange for another party to appear guilty. 'I like the way you think, boss! Who you got in mind?' Speedo asks. The woman moves slightly into the light, showing off her shoulder-length blonde hair, as she reveals that, under the circumstances, she believes the costumed adventurer known as Blind Justice is the most appropriate candidate!
Later, across town in the Palos Verdes Compound of the West Coast Avengers:
‘'Your quips aren't going to save you this time, archer!' a voice calls out. 'No problem! If you want to play hard ball – got for it!' Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye calls back as he fires three arrows over the head of a woman in a green skirt and matching jacket, the arrows hit targets in the training room as Hawkeye hangs from a trapeze overhead. Hawkeye tells her that he doesn't care what she asks, as long as she stays out of his way and allows him to finish his daily workout. The woman writes some notes and tells him that rumor has it he is currently interested in a mysterious gentleman who calls himself Blind Justice. 'Maybe – maybe not! What's it to you, Miss Rogers?' Hawkeye responds as he somersaults from the trapeze down to the ground. Miss Rogers reminds Hawkeye that she is a reporter, and tells him that the public has a right to know if this character is a hyper-active vigilante, or a common street criminal who is bent on wiping out his competition.
Meanwhile, on a dock surrounded by several large warehouses, 'What's the deal, Zipper?' a man asks as he approaches the man called Zipper. Zipper tells the other man, and the men with him, that his boss, Speedo, is hosting a party tonight – a surprise party for Hawkeye and Blind Justice. 'Count us in!' the other man exclaims, while a figure standing behind some crates on the dock, hidden by the shadows, thinks to themselves 'Interesting!'
Back in the training room at the West Coast Compound, Hawkeye readies another arrow and tells Miss Rogers that he doesn't care what motivates Justice – he just knows that Blind Justice leaves a trail of bodies behind him – and that he must be stopped! Suddenly, Bobbi Morse Barton a.k.a. Mockingbird, Hawkeye's wife and teammate, enters the training room and informs Hawkeye that he has a phone call – and that it sounds like his friend Speedo is doing his best to disguise his voice. Hawkeye smiles and thanks Mockingbird, before taking the phone, where a voice tells him 'Listen up, hot shot, something big is going down on the docks tonight. 'Maybe your boy will be there' the voice suggests. 'Thanks for the tip' Hawkeye replies, while at the dock, Speedo hangs a payphone up and tells Zipper that Hawkeye bought it. 'Great, boss! If Justice does show up, we can bag 'em both!' Zipper suggests.
Hours later, after night has engulfed the city – it is midnight, the Witching Hour. But it is not a witch that haunts the city this night. 'I'm running late!' Clint thinks to himself as her runs along a rooftop, reminding himself that he had to make sure none of the other Avengers followed him, as this has to be a solo show. He leaps onto another rooftop, thinking to himself that he can't afford any mistakes. As he lands, several pigeons fly up, distracting him, 'I didn't see them in the dark' Clint admits to himself as he slips off the rooftop, luckily he clings to a ledge, and pulls himself back up. 'Talk about embarrassing' Clint thinks, unaware that someone is watching him through a target, he tells himself that he is real glad no one can see him now.
Sitting on the rooftop, Clint decides to check the area, as Speedo didn't invite him here as a gesture of good will. Suddenly, the gang member crouched behind a crate that was looking at Hawkeye is suddenly pulled backwards by a figure in the shadows. Hawkeye drops down onto the dock and thinks it is odd, that nothing is stirring. He was sure there would be a reception committee, but doesn't see two men appear from behind some crates – but as they move towards Hawkeye, they are both suddenly engulfed in a shroud of darkness. Hawkeye hopes that this is the right docks, and jokes that he might not get invited to another ambush if he screwed up this one. He walks past some more crates, wishing something would happen. He is starting to feel like a jerk with all this skulking sound. He wonders if he should turn up his hearing aid in case he is missing something, when suddenly, he hears a clicking noise, and wonders if it was a gun.
Several men are waiting behind the crate, another is on top of it, when suddenly, they make their presence known, 'Blast him!' someone shouts. 'Blow him away!' he orders, while another points out that the Blind Justice guy isn't here yet. 'Forget him – and ice the Archer!' another calls out as her opens fire on Hawkeye, who dodges the blast, taking cover behind another crate. 'Good ol' Speedo! I should've had more faith in him! That slime bucket never could resist an opportunity to set me up!' Hawkeye thinks to himself, firing some arrows, he hopes that Speedo didn't pay these bozos in advance, as they shoot so badly, but his problem is, he doesn't know who to take out first! One of his arrows knocks a gun from one of the thugs' hands, and Clint leaps at another, punching him in the face, while wondering if he should test some of his new arrows against this bunch – but decides that they are not worth the effort.
Hawkeye quickly ducks behind another crate, wishing he packed his boxing glove arrow, as this is the kind of fight that practically demands it! Suddenly, 'If it is cover you seek, Hawkeye – I shall be honored to provide it for you!' a voice calls out, and Hawkeye looks up to see the Shroud standing on a crate nearby, releasing his Darkforce powers, he blankets the dock in darkness. 'Hey! What's going on?' one of the gang members calls out. 'Where'd that black mist come from?' another asks. 'Who cares – scatter!' a third shouts. Hawkeye tells the Shroud that was nice going, and asks what he is supposed to do now, as he can't fight if he can't see. Shroud tells the Avenger not to fear, and leaps towards two gang members, 'I am the hand of darkness' he declares. 'The master of the Night Shift. I shall be your fists! Your fury! I will strike in your stead!' the Shroud boasts as he knocks out another gang member, then another, while Hawkeye thinks to himself that this is ridiculous.
'Totally ridiculous!' Speedo exclaims as he stands on a rooftop and looks down at the dock through binoculars. Zipper asks his boss what is wrong, and Speedo declares that he is furious, as he paid good money to see that big-mouthed bow-slinging stooge get stomped – and he can't see a thing!
'Not one blasted thing! I could take pot shots at every sound my hyped-up hearing pinpoints – but I might hit the Dark-Night Dingbat!' Hawkeye thinks to himself. 'Wait'll I get my hands on that glory-grabbing goon!' Clint tells himself, when suddenly, a hand reaches out through the darkness and grabs Hawkeye – the Darkforce cloud fades away, and the Shroud informs Hawkeye that it is over, the battle is ended. 'No foolin!' Hawkeye retorts, before telling the Shroud that if he wanted to sit on the sidelines, he would have bought tickets to Wrestlemania! Hawkeye stares the Shroud down,  his face pressed up against the Shroud's and explains that he was trying to prolong this stupid fight until Blind Justice showed up. 'And you blew it!' Hawkeye snaps.
The Shroud tells Hawkeye to calm himself, as the main culprits have yet to be apprehended – and he points up to the rooftop where Speedo and Zipper are standing. 'Uh-oh! I think we've been spotted, Zipper!' Speedo announces as he sees the Shroud pointing at him. 'We'd better make tracks before... uh, Zipper? Zipper?' Speedo calls out, but gets no response – Zipper has vanished. 'He has already deserted you, Speedo!' a voice remarks, and Speedo turns to see a figure standing near him. 'You!' Speedo exclaims. The new arrival warns Speedo not to reach for his gun. Blind Justice steps forward and remarks that Speedo is neither fast nor lucky enough to escape his just punishment. 'You tried to kill an Avenger, tonight! Justice demands that you are the one that dies!' Blind Justice explains. 'Aw, c'mon – can't you take a joke?' Speedo asks, explaining that he was just having a little fun with Hawkeye.
At that moment, Hawkeye sees Blind Justice, and realizes that he has to distract Blind Justice before he can blast Speedo. He fires two arrows up to the rooftop, 'What the -' Blind Justice remarks, startled, while Speedo grabs his own gun and opens fire, blasting Blind Justice and remarking that it looks like Hawk did him a good turn. 'It's a real shame he doesn't shoot to kill!' As Blind Justice falls backwards off the rooftop, he manages to fire his weapon, 'But I do, Speedo!' he calls out, his weaponfire striking Speedo, who screams and falls backwards. 'Justice!' Hawkeye calls out as Blind Justice falls into the water beneath the building. 'No! No! This isn't the way I wanted it to end!' Hakweye remarks, adding that he didn't realize Speedo was packing, as his type usually leaves the rough stuff to his hired help.
Shroud tells Hawkeye that he can't blame himself, and wonders if it is better this way, as Justice would never have survived a prison term. 'At last, he knows true peace...true justice' Shroud suggests as he and Hawkeye turn and walk away from the dock. 'Does he? I wonder' Hawkeye replies, neither of the two seeing a hand reach up out of the water and grab a ladder connected to the dock....

2nd story:
In an alleyway, several stray dogs gather around a trashcan that has been upturned. They look upwards, and start to climb onto the trashcan as something – or someone – leaps over the alleyway, from one rooftop to the next, teeth bared, the moon shines down on the rooftop, the figure perches on the edge of the rooftop, and stares down at the crowds gathering outside the ABC Studios building, where the Bill Montague Show is being filmed.
Bill Montague announces that the audience is about to meet a woman whose mother immortalized her in a series of popular comics, who claims to have lived on Titan – one of Saturn's moons – and who swears she is married to the son of the Devil. 'Unusual? Well, keep in mind that she's been an integral part of both the Avengers and Defenders – and she's currently half owner of the San Francisco-based Hellstrom Investigations Inc – a self-proclaimed ghostbusters team. 'And no, her partner's not Bill Murray' Bill jokes, before announcing that she is here today to tell everyone about her just published book, a look back at her extraordinary life and career. 'Please... join us in welcoming the author of “The Hellcat Chronicles” Ms Patsy Walker Hellstrom!' Bill exclaims. 'Thank you, Bill' Patsy replies as she sits opposite him on a tall chair, while thinking to herself 'I think I'm gonna throw up'. She wears a mink skirt and off-the shoulder top, while her hair is sleeked back behind her shoulders. Photos of several of her former teammates in the Avengers and Defenders line the stage wall, while her costume can be seen on display in a glass cabinet.
Bill welcomes Patsy, and she tells him that it is a pleasure to be here. 'Liar' Patsy thinks to herself, as Bill remarks 'This book of yours which claims to be a fact-based memoir -' to which Patsy interrupts him, declaring that it is not a claim, it is the truth, to which Bill tells her that some people have suggested that there's more imagination at work here than fact. 'Some people are wrong, Bill!' Patsy snaps, while wondering why she is doing this, and unaware that someone, a tongue flickers out of a sharp-toothed mouth, red eyes wide with rage. Bill asks Patsy if he detects nervousness on her part, to which Patsy admits 'Maybe a little' and Bill asks her why. Patsy is upfront with Bill and tells him that he has a reputation as a rather aggressive interviewer. 'Do I?' comes Bill's response, as suddenly, on a nearby foyer, people begin to run in fear – as the Mad-Dog leaps over them.
Bill tells Patsy that she of all people should know the difference between reputation and reality, and points out that her husband, Daimon Hellstrom is a good case in point – what with the absurd claim that his father is the Devil.
'Think I'll rip her heart out' Mad-Dog thinks to himself as he moves through the studio, while Patsy tells Bill that, firstly, Daimon's father is not the Devil. 'He's a Devil... one of the...' Patsy begins, but Bill interrupts her, 'You do say in your book that Mr Hellstrom is the Son of Satan, don't you?' to which Patsy explains that her father-in-law took the name of the biblical Satan. 'But he wasn't...' she begins, while wondering 'Father-in-law?' to herself, and then announcing that it is all explained very clearly in chapter fifteen. 'Frankly, it confused the heck outta me!' Bill replies, to which Patsy suggests that they should move onto something he will have a little less trouble understanding. The lights positioned above the audience shine down brightly on Patsy, while Mad-Dog continues his rampage through the studio.
'Fine. You spent a number of years with a group of so-called super-heroes?' Bill remarks. 'Which group?' Patsy asks him. 'The Defenders' Bill clarifies, before asking if three members of that group were mutants. Patsy explains that when she was with the Defenders, the only mutant on the team was the Beast, while Iceman and Angel joined later. 'Then you left because of the influx of mutants?' Bill asks. 'What? No, of course not!' Patsy asserts. 'Then you support the mutant cause?' Bill enquires. 'Exactly what is the mutant cause, Bill?' Patsy asks, unimpressed. 'You big jerk' she thinks to herself.
As Mad-Dog rushes to the door to the studio, marked with a red light that indicates “on the air”, Bill explains that some people would have them believe that mutants want to overthrow normal human society and set themselves up – 'Bull! Mutaphobic bull!' Patsy interrupts him. Leaning forward, she points her finger at Bill, who drops her book. 'First I'll murder my agent. Then my publisher, then...' Patsy thinks to herself, while Mad-Dog bares his fangs.
'Look, I'm not here to debate hot political issues... my book is about one life... a woman struggling to find her identity in the 1980s!' Patsy announces. 'I didn't really say that!' she thinks to herself, while Bill suggests they focus on a more personal issue, pointing out that Patsy devotes considerable space in her book to her first marriage to robert Baxter, a military hero. '- who's currently spending time in a federal prison for helping the Secret Empire in their attempts to start World War III!' Patsy exclaims, while Mad-Dog crouches down the aisle, audience members turn as he slowly moves closer to the stage. Patsy reports that her marriage to Buzz was a mistake, that she didn't love him – she was rebelling against her mother. 'Look for a way out of -' Patsy begins, before Mad-Dog raises his hand, 'A question' he calls out, but Bill explains that they are not taking audience questions just yet – which causes Mad-Dog to leap onto the stage.
Pushing Bill to one side, he glares at Patsy and shouts 'I've got a QUESTION!' Patsy is shocked to see Buzz Baxter her first husband dressed as Mad-Dog but she was blinded by the studio lights so is slow to react, enabling Mad-Dog to plunge his teeth into her neck. Patsy knows that if she tries to move, he will rip her throat open. Mad-Dog grabs Patsy by her hair and asks her why she tells so many lies about him. Patsy can't move – she thinks there was some sort of poison on Mad-Dog's teeth, before she passes out.
There is darkness, then Patsy wakes to find Mad-Dog crouched over her, his red bloodshot eyes leering at her, he is practically foaming at the mouth. 'Hello – darling' he utters. Patsy finds herself dressed in her Hellcat costume, and tries to sit up. 'Ooo... my head feels like... Buzz Baxter! You son of a -' she begins, as Mad-Dog tells Patsy that swearing never was her style. 'Have you really changed that much?' he asks, before telling Patsy not to call him Buzz, as Mad-Dog is so much more dramatic. Patsy looks around the warehouse lined with crates and boxes and asks where she is. She stands up and leans against a crate as Mad-Dog informs her that they are in a warehouse in Lower Manhattan, and that he slipped her into her Hellcat costume, as he thought it would be a nice touch. 'You put this on me? You took off my -?!' Patsy exclaims, horrified, as Mad-Dog tells her that he enjoyed it, and that it is nice to know she hasn't changed completely.
'You're supposed to be in prison!' Patsy exclaims. Mad-Dog confirms that he was, but that he still has friends in high places, so he got out. 'Obviously' Patsy mutters, before asking Buzz what it is going to be – is she going to have to kick the alpo out of him like she did last time, when he tried to stop her marrying Daimon. 'You don't understand, do you? You never did' Mad-Dog remarks as he puts a hand around Patsy's waist. 'Oh, I understand, all right!' Patsy exclaims as she elbows Mad-Dog in the stomach, knocking him backwards. Mad-Dog tells Patsy not to be a good, as she is still disorientated from his bite. Patsy knows that Buzz is right, as every motion makes her dizzy. 'My arm!' Patsy screams as Mad-Dog grabs her and twists her arm backwards. Mad-Dog leans into Patsy and reveals that his teeth are hollow – like a snake's – filled with nasty chemicals, so he could have killed her if he wanted to. 'My arm...' Patsy utters, as Mad-Dog lets her fall to the ground.
Mad-Dog stands over Patsy and tells her that he doesn't want to kill her. 'You're sick!' Patsy tells him, as Mad-Dog declares that he wants Patsy to listen to him, he wants to make her understand. 'I love you, Patsy! We... we  were once so important to each other! We shared so much! We -' he begins, as Patsy avoids looking at Buzz and tells him that they shared nothing. 'I never loved y-' she begins, 'WHY DO YOU KEEP LYING!' Mad-Dog snarls. He holds Patsy in his arms and strokes her masked face, asking her if she knows what it is like to watch someone you love change, turn away  from you. 'You... you were such a sweet, innocent girl. Someone to be held and cherished and protected. But then – then you started getting ideas about being independent... getting a job... finding yourself!' he growls, starting to get agitated, Mad-Dog begins foaming at the mouth again and pushes Patsy backwards, she falls to the ground again.
'WHAT WAS THERE TO FIND, PATSY!?' Mad-Dog roars, throwing his arms into the air, he tells Patsy that he could have given her everything – so why wouldn't she let him? 'The only thing you ever gave me was pain!' Patsy calls back, to which Mad-Dog kicks her hard and tells her to shut up and let him talk. Mad-Dog squats down and asks Patsy why she thinks he asked the Brand Corporation to turn him into Mad-Dog – he did it for her! 'You'd become an Avenger... a costumed hero. I wanted to prove that I could do it, too! That I could -' Mad-Dog begins, before Patsy gets onto her knees and tells Buzz that he said it himself – she became a hero, while he became a criminal. 'No! I was a patriot! Brand and the Secret Empire were trying to save this country!' Mad-Dog claims, while Patsy hopes Buzz will keep ranting so he won't notice her getting ready to pounce. Buzz asks Patsy if they have to argue about the past – he has made mistakes and is sorry – he wants to make it up to her. Patsy grits her teeth, then leaps forward as Mad-Dog asks her to come away with him – they can be a team just like Hawkeye and Mockingbird. 'You're out of your mind!' Hellcat exclaims as she begins scratching away at Mad-Dog's chest.
'You've re-written the past... and now you're trying to create some fairy tale future!' Patsy declares. Mad-Dog punches Hellcat off of him and tells her that he loves her, and she loved him once – but he can see now that she believes all those lies she wrote in that book. Hellcat falls backwards and Mad-Dog gets on top of her, 'I see now – that I have to KILL you!' he snaps. But Hellcat scratches Mad-Dog's face, causing him to howl. 'I wrote the truth!' Patsy declares as she slides away from Mad-Dog, then kicks him into the air, announcing that she never loved him. 'NEVER!' Hellcat screams as she leaps at Mad-Dog who is still reeling from the scratches to his eyes, and Patsy slams him into some crates. Mad-Dog drops to the floor, 'Yes, you did. Yes... you...' he utters, before he passes out.
'I did' Patsy admits to herself, thinking all these years she has been trying so hard to pull away from the person she used to be, from the monster Buzz had become, that she forgot. 'No... I didn't forget' Patsy decides, remembering her wedding with Buzz, she kneels beside him, and touches his face.
Shortly, police have arrived and take Mad-Dog into a police car, the rain pours down and Hellcat watches from a rooftop, hugging herself, she decides that she just refused to let herself remember.


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1st Story: The Sinking of Los Angeles  -   2nd Story: Token Sacrifice
1st story:
The office of Seymour the All-Seeing, 'Oh, no! No! This can't be true! It just isn't possible!' someone remarks from behind closed doors. Checking star-charts, he declares that his calculations are faultless, and that he can no longer deny the truth – the evidence is irrefutable – and the stars never lie. He picks up a telephone and as he dials a number remarks that he hopes he has discovered this in time. 'Good afternoon, you have reached the editorial offices of the Los Angeles Journal. How may I help you?' a receptionist at the Journal asks as she answers her phone. 'Listen closely, young lady! This is Seymour, the All-Seeing Astrologer, and I have some astounding news!' Seymour informs her. He is a middle-aged, bald man in a brown suit, and he informs the woman that according to his calculations the city of Los Angeles will sink into the seat at precisely twelve noon today. He tells her that she must warn the people to evacuate the city. 'Hello? Hello?' he asks as he hears a click, the receptionist hangs up the phone.
Meanwhile, inside a busy convention center: 'Hello, ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 1988 Los Angeles Manufacturers Exposition!' a voice announces over a loud speaker, while Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye stands near a model display of the city. A man in a gray suit rushes over to him, 'This is a real pleasure, Hawkeye!' he calls out, adding that he is so thrilled the chairman of the West Coast Avengers could be here on their opening day. 'Especially since the mayor arranged for us to display the priceless Star of Angels atop our scale model of the city!' the man remarks. He looks at the star, which is under a glass dome and tells Hawkeye that he is sure his presence here will guarantee a few thousand extra patrons for the expo. Hawkeye calls him Mr Johnston and tells him that he does not have to pump up his ego, as he knows that the star is the real star today.
Mr Johnston explains that the expo is very important to him career-wise, and that the mayor himself asked him to chair it. He adds that if it is a success, his political future is guaranteed. 'Uh, sure, Johnston, glad to hear it!' Hawkeye replies, before turning to a kid who smiles and hands Hawkeye some paper for his autograph. 'All right, kid, quit clowning around and tell me how to spell “Thadeus”!' Hawkeye tells him.
At that exact moment, outside the exposition center, a group of me have gathered. 'We've got trouble, chief! They've hired Hawkeye to babysit the diamond!' one of them reports. 'No problem! He's the weakest Avenger of all! He needs a real good day to measure up to the Wasp!' He smashes a post with some knuckle-dusters on his fingers, remarking that if you neutralize his arrows, he is nowhere. He adds that their superior weaponry will crush him as easily as that concrete post.
Meanwhile, at a local television station, 'You should have said no to drugs, man!' someone calls out as he and another man throw Seymour the All-Seeing Astrologer from the televsion station. 'But you must believe me – the city is in great danger!' Seymour calls back.Back inside, Hawkeye walks around the various stalls and decides that this is not a bad show, with nice exhibits and really well organized. He admits that Johnston does a good job. Clint thinks that even the tourists are acting well-mannered and civilized, so this has the makings of a real fun day. The thugs from outside are gathered nearby and keep watch over Hawkeye. 'Just look at that jerk! Strutting around as if he doesn't have a care in the world!' one of them remarks to the others. 'We'll fix that! Take him out – now!' the leader of the group instructs the others. Suddenly, one of them raises their gun to Hawkeye's back and fires – shooting his quiver that contains his arrows. 'Yahoo! My concussive blast just transformed his arrows into a lifetime supply of toothpicks!' he jokes.
Hawkeye falls to the ground from the force of the blast, and wonders when he will ever learn – relaxing days are for guys who dress in polyester – not the ones in sport costumes! The thugs move in closer to Hawkeye, the one who fired at him warning him to stay down, and then he won't have to splatter his face across the floor. 'No can do, pal! I'd just get bored and fall asleep! Besides, this explosive tipped arrowhead ought to keep you occupied just long enough – for me to regain my footing and see how badly you damaged my stash!' Hawkeye calls out as he tosses the arrowhead into the nozzle of the thug's gun, causing it to explode, and creating a diversion so that Hawkeye can slip away. 'Hey! He's getting away!' one of the thugs shouts.
As he runs to safety, Hawkeye hears the shafts rattling around in the quiver and tells himself that it is a wonder any of them survived intact, as he finds one of them, and fires it at one of the thugs, the arrow wraps a rope around him, restraining him. Clint wonders what to do for an encore, and realizes that it might have to be something drastic, like using his brains for a change, but decides there is no sense in going overboard. 'Look! He's racing onto that giant stereo speaker!' one of the thugs calls out as they see Hawkeye enter the large speaker. Three of them follow Hawkeye into the speaker and one of them tells him that he is trapped, that there is no way he can escape now. 'Give up! We'll hear you if you make s move!' another adds. 'That won't be all you'll hear, buster – thanks to my handy-dandy sonic arrowhead!' Clint thinks to himself, smiling as he holds the sonic arrowhead in his fingers.
Elsewhere, at that very second, Seymour the All-Seeing Astrologer walks down a street, and looks up at a clock, which indicates that the time is 11.51. He wonders what he is going to do – he has tried the newspapers, the radio and television stations – but no one believes him. He realizes that there is less than nine minutes remaining, and notices the Exposition Center, crowded with unsuspecting tourists. He tells himself that he has to warn them before it's too late, as they have a right to know about the danger.
Back inside the Exposition Center, loud noise vibrates from the giant speaker, and the civilians inside the center block their ears. Hawkeye thinks to himself that he never thought that being 80% deaf in both ears would be such an advantage at times. He pushes one of the thugs through the speaker, and slams him against a wall. Hawkeye jokes that he will have to remember to reactivate his miniature hearing aids in time to hear the applause of his adoring public. He decides that this clown is out for the count, and he finally finds his tear-gas arrow which he can use on the other thugs – but as he prepares to fire the arrow, it snaps. 'Whoops! I guess it wasn't as firm as I thought!' Clint thinks to himself. Inside the large speaker, one of the thugs tells the other to blast him, not to give Hawkeye time to nock another arrow. 'Get serious, man! The way my luck's been running, I could nock a dozen arrows and still be in hot soup!' Hawkeye remarks as he dodges the blasts from the thugs.
The leader of the thugs decides that he could not have planned this any better, as the idiots he employed will keep Hawkeye busy while he makes off with the Star of Angels. 'Watch the railing, boys!' Hawkeye calls out as he leaps over a railing as three of the thugs pursue him. At that moment, Seymour finds Johnston, the man in charge at the expo and tells him that they have to get people out of here and evacuate the city. 'Huh? Who are you?' Mr Johnston asks. Seymour introduces himself, and claims that the stars have informed him that the city of Los Angeles will sink into the sea at precisely twelve noon. 'Get away from me, you nut!' Johnston mutters, walking away from Seymour, he declares that he has enough problems without listening to a lunatic, as his exposition is in ruins – and so is his political future. 'But the city is on the verge of destruction! The stars never lie!' Seymour exclaims, wide-eyed, neither he nor Johnston apparently seeing someone lift up the dome surrounding the Star of Angels and tasking it.
Suddenly, a blinding light washes through the complex, 'What the -' the thug who took the Star of Angels exclaims, dropping the Star of Angels, while Hawkeye stands on top of a large camera which  he used to create the blinding light, 'Smile, fellas! I want to immortalize this special occasion – and don't forget I already warned tou about the railing!' Hawkeye exclaims as one of the thugs falls into the railing. The thug who dropped the Star of Angels wonders how the flash could have blinded him with his sunglasses, while Hawkeye knocks out the other two thugs, telling them that they lock a little busy, he suggests they lie down. But one of them punches Hawkeye, telling him that he must be feeling very proud of himself. 'Well, I'll change that – this glove is lined with lead pellets!' he exclaims, as Hawkeye reels from the impact of the punch.
The thug reaches down to pick up the Star of Angels, next to an exhibit called trhe Living Sea, which contains water in a large tank. He finds the Star, but he needs a few more seconds to recover from the flash. Hawkeye recovers, and punches the other thug, telling him that he has had his turn, now they should see if he can take punishment as well as dish it out. The thug falls over, 'Guess not' Hawkeye remarks, before turning as the remaining thug exclaims 'Heads up, Archer! The game just went into extra innings! As he stands next to the Living Sea exhibit, holding the Star of Angels. The thug tells Hawkeye 'I'm certain I can blow you apart long before you'll ever find an arrow that still works!' as he holds his gun towards Hawkeye, who is feeling his way through his quiver to find an arrow – he knows he only has one chance at this, and quickly fires an arrow, as the thug calls out 'Make your move when you feel luckeeee!' as the arrow strikes him, he falls back into the model display of Los Angeles, causing it to fall into the Living Sea display. Hawkeye declares that luck is for losers, and that winners rely on skill!
Johnston is shocked, 'Oh, no! When he slammed into the table he caused the scale model of the city to... to... I don't believe it! That little guy was right!' Seymour smiles and announces that the city of Los Angeles sank at the stroke of noon, just as he predicted it. 'The stars never lie!' he adds.
A few hours later, Seymour stands before some reporters and camera crew who have gathered, one of them asks him how he knew that was going to happen at the exposition today, while another asks if the sinking of the scale model bodes ill for the real city. 'Any other predictions, Semyour?' a third asks, as a fourth enquires as to whether Madonna and Sean will stay together. 'What about David and Maddie?' one of them asks, as another enquires as to Reed and Sue wil rejoin the Fantastic Four. Seymour holds his hands up, 'Please! Please! You're embarrassing me! I'm a scientist – my predictions require hours of study, concentration, and calculations!' he explains, adding that he will not perform for them like a trained seal and waste his special skills on more celebrity nonsense!
Seymour announces that he has decided to focus all his attentions on politics – on the future of this great nation, and the man who is destined to be their President in the years ahead – Richard Obadiah Johnston! Hawkeye is standing next to Johnston and tells him that it looks like her is picked to be #1 with a bullet. Johnston asks Hawkeye not to mention bullets when talking about the President. Hawkeye tells Johnston that he surprises him, and that he didn't figure him the type to believe in astrology. Johnston tells Hawkeye that he isn't, but that he does believe in backing a winner, and remarks that maybe the little guy can score again. 'At the very least, I may end up the president of a small corporation!' he points out. Hawkeye wishes Johnston the best of luck, and tells him that he is going to need it!

2nd story:
Manhattan, where Dr Anthony Ludgate Druid is down in a subway, a man with a moustache tells him 'You gotta realize how important this is, Anthony... the Letterman Show can be a big push for your new book!' as civilians go about their business in the subway, an announcement over the intercom reports that there is a delay on the number six uptown local. Druid thinks to himself that some New Yorkers consider riding the subways a daily horror – the graffitti, the filth, delays, petty thieves, derelicts of humanity. Druid's companion remarks that occult books don't move like they used to. Druid watches a filthy, grafitti-covered train with broken windows pull up at the station, and he approaches it, thinking to himself that New Yorkers should thank their God every day that they are spared the true horrors that exist, while his companion utters 'Not with Shirley Maclaine doing her... Anthony?'
Druid doesn't answer, instead he stands next to the subway train, 'Ancient Celtic runes covering a New York City subway train? It's earth magic...tapping into the power of the planet similar to my own abilities. But where my powers are used in quest of answers to the unknown, these runes spell out a ritual – of human sacrifice!' Druid thinks to himself as he examines the markings on the subway train. Suddenly, a man stumbles out of the train, begging for help. Druid realizes the man is five steps away from him – five steps to perhaps unravelling the mystery – but five steps foo far, as the man screams 'NO!' as a blast of magical energy strikes him, and from a plume of smoke, a woman appears, holding the remains of the man she declares that the old one belongs to her and her disciples, so they come again. 'Remember – I feel – you are a man – of power! I tell you – do not attempt – your power – against mine!' she screams, before releasing a blinding energy, causing Druid and everyone else in the subway to step back away from her, before she vanishes.
The words chill the air in the wake of her departure, and police officers arrive on scene, keeping the civilians back away from the train and telling them that there is nothing to see here. Druid's companion walks over to him and asks 'Who'd believe it, huh? Good thing there're people here who can handle it'. Druid agrees, and addressing his companion as Charles, remarks that no doubt he would advise against it, but he needs him to convey his apologies to Mr Letterman. 'What are you talking -?' Charles begins to ask as Druid's costume magically appears. 'Where do you -? That show's a national push for your book sales! This is your life!' Charles tells Druid, who begins to run down the subway tunnel, remarking that it is nothing compared to mastering the unknown – that is his life.
The tunnels stretch into the underground, a network of mazes, a warren of darkness, just as the woman was able to sense Druid's power, so too he can sense her mystic energies. But, Druid knows that where his abilities are refined, requiring careful incantations, hers are crude, able to strike at any moment – a danger he needs to be ever mindful of as the iron in these walls plays havoc with the reliability of his own powers. He stops running and rounds a corner, thankful that he can still provide some conveniences, he creates a small glowing ball of light. He looks at the walls and notes that they are rough, hewn walls, chiselled by crude tools – or clawed by monstrous talons. 'Kill!' a strange goblin-like creature cries out as it lunges  at Druid, who sees that there are many of the creatures running towards him. 'Kill horrible light!' one of the goblins utters as the light that Druid was holding falls to the ground. 'No – kill man!' another goblin calls out. 'Kill for her – priestess!' a third goblin tells the others. 'Kill for Stonecutter!' another utters, while Druid fends them off, he decides that there are too many to fight, and no time to draw the runes to prepare the chants he would need to repel them.
He only has once chance, and collecting the globe of light that he dropped, he knows he can use the one thing that has always driven back creatures of the night – he casts ther globe into the air, where it sizzles and releases more light, causing the goblins to scream, they turn and rush back into the shadows. Druid picks up the globe of light and thinks to himself that she now has a name, Stonecutter – and a purpose, a Celtic maze of power. He comes across more markings etched into the subway tunnel walls, and knows that a passing train will trigger the spell – transporting a subway full of innocents to... where? Druid tells himself that there is a way to find out, and as his light grows dimmer, he can hear Stonecutter's creatures beginning their approach. He knows that he either lets them take him on their terms, or he confronts them on his own. He levitates several large rocks, and breaking them apart, casts them into the shadows. There is a rumble of motion, a violent lurching from side to side – a fetid gust of wind that tears Druid apart as the darkness closes in around him.
Some New Yorkers believe that traveling the subways is pure torture – but as hellish as the subways have become, even the transit authority never intended for one of their train yards to be used quite this way, as Druid finds himself in a large underground area, where subway cars have been stacked in such a way that they resemble Stonehenge. Goblins are scattered about, and sacrifices are tied to posts. 'I promised – you followed. I – we – waited long! Soon free! The last one – other human fall – under knife!' Stonecutter calls out as she stands near one of the sacrifices. 'Power strong – human no escape – we cut chain to – lower world!' Stonecutter exclaims, raising her dagger, announcing that with this last kill, they will be free to roam and forever rule the upper world!
Druid watches, it is obvious to him what will happen if they succeed in their ritual – but he cannot help but wonder what will happen if they fail – if all the mystic energies held in check by this circle of power were suddenly freed. He wonders what would happen if something were to occur that would disrupt the festivities. He casts a spell, creating a rumbling that startles Stonecutter, causing her to drop her dagger and fall to the ground. She looks over, 'Human of power I gave – warning! Now I take – life!' she exclaims, motioning for her goblins to attack Druid.
The iron in the trainyard has disrupted his power, changing the earthquake into an earth tremor, leaving their circle of power standing – and Stonecutter's creatures out for his blood. He is forced to defend himself with punches, although the ones with weak minds, he can use his abilities on, easily bringing them around to his way of thinking, he controls them, forcing them to punch their fellows. But others are not so easily dispatched, and the run towards Druid, forcing him to rise above the situation, he levitates himself, causing two of the goblins to crash into each other.
Stonecutter leans into her sacrifice, 'Last chance – we free! I loved by – my people!' she calls out, while the sarifice begs for help. Druid realizes that there is still a chance that Stonecutter could succeed, and still a chance for him to find the answers  to her questions. 'No!' Druid calls out as he pulls Stonecutter's hand away from the sacrifice. 'Thank God...' the sacrifice utters. 'No...not old one then...but you!' Stonecutter scowls, turning to Druid and raising her dagger towards him. There are several ways for Druid to stop her, but instead, the earthquake he earlier summoned does it for her, as the iron only disrupted the spell for a moment, and now it cuts back in, as the subway cars come crashing down around them, the delicately balanced circle is broken!
For some, the end is quick and painful, as the goblins start to melt, while for others, there is only pain, as Stonecutter gasps 'Failed! No – love for me – so much – work! Still – in – chains!' as her appearance changes from a young woman to a withered, green-skinned hag. She is five steps away from Druid, five steps to perhaps a few more answers – but as he moves towards her, she leaps into a hole in the ground, then the rest of the subway cars begin to topple – to the ground – towards the old man. Druid looks over, and realizes that pursuit must become preservation as he flies over to the old man as more trains collapse around them, until all that remains in the trainyard is dust, shattered subway cars – and a bruised and battered old man.
Druid has saved the old man, and tells him that he has sustained some injuries, a broken leg and sprained some muscles. He levitates the man and explains that it should alleviate some of the discomfort. 'You...you let her get away!' the sacrifice exclaims. 'Yes' Druid replies. 'But why? I'm just an old man' the sacrifice replies. Druid reveals to him that before he was an Avenger, before he knew anything of the occult, he was a doctor, and while his fascination with the unknown can never be sated, he cannot permit a fellow traveler to face life's ultimate unknown before its natural hour. The old man appears to smile.


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1st Story: The Menace of the Mind-Melder!   -   2nd Story: A Farewell – with Arms
1st story:
'Look out! It's Hawkeye!' a man in brown and orange costume exclaims as he leaps through the air with another man in a matching costume, both dodging arrows that Clint Barton a.k.a. Hawkeye fires at them. 'Costumed acrobats! They must be the ones responsible for the recent rash of jewelry store robberies!' Hawkeye thinks to himself as he rides his sky-cycle, knowing that that he has to stop them – but they move so quickly. 'Big deal! It'll take a lot more than an arrow-wielding Avenger to stop Bobcat and his Claws!' the second man exclaims. 'What do you guys eat for breakfast? Mexican Jumping Beans?' Hawkeye jokes as he readies another arrow, deciding that by the way they move, they could give even the original Captain America a run for his money. 'They're incredible!' Hawkeye thinks as they bound across cares that are stuck in a traffic jam on the street below. Two other members of the Claws join them now, as Bobcat tells them all to stay close to the cars, as Hawkeye can't shoot them without fear of hitting the civilians.
Hawkeye moves lower on his sky-cycle, and tells the Claws that they should be ashamed of themselves. 'I'm sure your mothers warned you that it was dangerous to play in the street!' he jokes, adding that they are lucky traffic had to stop for a traffic light. Hawkeye doesn't want the traffic suddenly starting up again, so fires a smoke-arrow into the traffic, preventing the drivers from seeing anything. 'I don't want any  of you accidentally run over by an irate motorist!' Hawkeye exclaims. Bobcat and the Claws bound away, while Hawkeye follows them on his sky-cycle, remarking that Los Angeles drivers are known worldwide for their courtesy, but that even they have their limits. 'Split up! Head for rendezvous point B!' Bobcat tells the Claws, one of whom tells him that they are on their way.
Inside a chauffeur-driven car, the driver tells the elderly man sitting in the back seat, Mr Kranpuff, that there seems to be a delay up ahead. 'I hate being in such traffic, Winston! It's such an utter waste of time! Can't you take another route?' the old man asks. Winston tells him that they can't, as they are already thickly trapped in gridlock. 'In that case, I'd better handle this myself' Kranpuff thinks to himself, as he suddenly takes mental possession of a nearby police officer, who walks over to the limo and tells Winston that the streets are jammed so he can use the sidewalks. 'Move it! We've got to get this traffic cleared!' he exclaims. 'Yes, sir!' Winston replies nervously as he drives the limo onto the sidewalk. As he does so, Kranpuff releases his psychic hold on the officer, and returns to his own body. Another officer walks over and asks him what possessed him to direct those cars onto the sidewalk. 'I... uh... don't know' the officer replies, rubbing his head. The second officer asks him if he is okay, as he looks a little wasted. The confused officer explains that he must have blacked out, as he remembers pacing up the street to help Hawkeye – and then nothing.
In the back of the car, Kranpuff thinks to himself that it must be very disconcerting being on the end of one of his mind-melds, but that is an experience he will never have, as since he was a teenager, he has always been the one who pulled the strings. His mind begins to wander back...
Flashback, years ago:
Kranpuff could slip into another's mind, seizing total control of their body. 'What's wrong with you, Kranpuff? Why do you keep raising your son's allowance?' an unimpressed woman asks Kranpuff Snr, who slips his son some money, unaware that he is being possessed. 'He's a good kid...I...er...he deserves this money!' Kranpuff says through his father's mouth. As he grew older, he used his talent in more imaginative and profitable ways, and watched from his window as police officers lead a man into their car, 'Where's the money you stole?' one of them asks. 'What money? I don't know what you're talking about' comes the reply, while Kranpuff has a sack of money on the table next to him. His victims never remembered ayn of their actions while under his control. He eventually gave up penny-ante crime and turned his attention to the world of high-finance, becoming the ultimate inside trader – spying on competitors and secretly manipulating the stock market.
Present:
The limo pulls up outside a large building, and Kranpuff wonders what good that does him now, as he may be one of the richest men in the world – but he is almost ninety years old and his doctor tells him that he will not live much longer. He enters his office and walks over to his desk, which is placed near a long, large set of windows that look out to nearby rooftops. Kranpuff hates the thought of abandoning his own body and allowing it to die – he knows he must find a host body before it is too late. His desk is littered with dossiers of likely candidates – movie stars, politicians, captains of industry. Kranpuff knows that if he is going to assume another man's identity, he must make certain that he has a life which is exciting, challenging, fun and full of adventure – as if on cue, Kranpuff looks out his window, and sees Hawkeye fly past on his sky-cycle. Kranpuff then smiles.
Hawkeye catches up to Bobcat and his Claws on a nearby rooftop and tells him that he wished they didn't move the fight to the rooftop, as his panting public can't see all the action up here. 'It's no use we can't escape him!' one of the Claws points out. 'Turn and fight! He can't beat us all!' Bobcat tells the others, while Hawkeye fires an arrow and points out that his sleep-gas arrow will argue that point! The arrow strikes one of the Claws, taking him out. 'Nice shot, bowman! But your fancy arrows won't save you now!' Bobcat declares as he leaps at Hawkeye. 'We're gonna play slice 'n' dice!' another exclaims. Hawkeye tells them to get real. 'Do you really think I'm just gonna sit still and let you sink your claws into me – when I can do this?' Hawkeye replies as he flips the sky-cycle upside down, preventing Bobcat from leaping onto it 'Yeow! I didn't realize your sky-cycle could do maneuvers like this!' Bobcat exclaims. 'There' a lot more this baby can do in the right hands!' Hawkeye exclaims.
Hawkeye flips back to an upright position, sending Bobcat crashing into a rooftop, he then turns his attention on the Claws 'I haven't forgotten you!' he tells them, adding that if they think that last stunt was awesome, he is even better up close and personal! Hawkeye leaps from the sky-cycle, taking one of the Claws out as he lands on the rooftop, while thinking that his sky-cycle is on automatic pilot, it will keep circling the rooftop until he returns to it. 'Get him! Close in on him so he can't shoot any -' one of the Claws begins, while Hawkeye then uses a stun-arrow, which works just as well as a hand-held weapon, knocking it into two more Claws and taking them out. 'You boys have great taste in leaders!' Hawkeye jokes, pointing out that it looks like theirs is cutting out with the cash, as Bobcat leaps onto another rooftop, carrying a sack of stolen cash. Suddenly, Hawkeye feels something whirling through the air behind him – he ducks, just in time, as one of the claws throws a bolo to him, and congratulates Hawkeye on dodging it, as not many men could. 'Save the compliments until after I've bagged you! The news will want a few juicy quoes for the morning editions!' Hawkeye replies.
Hawkeye starts to run along the rooftop, 'If you play your cards right, they might even slip you a few bucks for an exclusive interview -' he begins as he leaps onto another rooftop, when suddenly, he is possessed by Kranpuff, and then falls onto the next rooftop, where Bobcat and his Claws surround him. 'What happened? Why did Mr Mouth suddenly take a header?' one of the Claws asks. 'Who cares! Now's our chance to stomp him!' another points out. Kranpuff looks up and realizes that something tells him he chose the wrong moment to switch bodies! He allows Hawkeye's natural instincts to take over and handle this situation, thinking that considering the level of intelligence of the average criminal element, crime fighting can't be all that difficult. 'Surrender, villains, or face the wrath of Hawkeye, the world's greatest – WHOOPS!' Kranpuff calls out as he fires an arrow – but it arches wide above the Claws.
Kranpuff forces Hawkeye's body to stand up, as the Claws move in closer, 'Looks like things are finally going our way, boys! Get him! Give him a beating he'll never forget!' one of the Claws calls out. 'We'll mess him up real good, Bobcat!' another Claw exclaims, while Kranpuff thinks to himself that this is not happening the way he planned. 'What are you clowns waiting for? Move in! Tear him apart!' Bobcat shouts, while Kranpuff thinks that he needs to defend himself – he can't let them destroy his new host body! He attempts to punch one of the Claws, but misses. 'Can you believe this guy? He can't seem to connect with a single punch! He's totally off balance completely uncoordinated!' the Claw exclaims. 'How'd he ever survive in the super hero biz?' another asks, while a third lunges towards him and points out that one thing is for sure – after today, his crime busting days are over! He slams his fist hard into Hawkeye's face, then all of the Claws start to pile on him. Kranpuff is unable to take much more of the pain – he knows he has to concentrate, he has to leave Hawkeye's body – or he will expire with it.
Hawkeye is free – he's back, as Kranpuff releases him. 'You do a mean imitation of Phil Collins, my friend! But net time, beat a drum – and leave my stomach alone!' Hawkeye exclaims as he grabs two of the Claws and uses them to prop himself up, as he kicks another backwards. Hawkeye then slams the other two Claws' heads together, 'I'd like to thank you for your support but I can stand on my own from now on!' he tells them. Hawkeye then somersaults towards Bobcat who wonders 'What's with this guy? First he fights like a wildcat! Then, a creampuff! And now?' he remarks, as Hawkeye grabs is bow and arrow, 'Maybe I'm just going through a little identity crisis!' Hawkeye jokes as he fires the arrow at Bobcat, telling him that it is nothing compared to the crisis he is about to have. The Arrow lands against Bobcat and takes him out, while another few arrows take out the remaining members of the Claws, trapping the in ropes or knocking them out with gas.
Hawkeye rubs his head and wonders what happened to him back there, whether he blacked out or had some kind of seizure – or whether he experienced something much worse. He wonders what it was, and how he prevents it from happening again. He looks out over the rooftop he stands on, but doesn't see, barely fifty yards away, a peaceful smile lights the face of Winston J Kranpuff, who had the unfortunate luck to return to his own body at the exact moment of its death. For a brief moment, he was Hawkeye. He was an Avenger – a hero. There are much worse ways to spend one's final moments....

2nd story:
Olympus, the extra-dimensional home of the Greek Gods, where the heroic Hercules finds Dionysus, sitting on a large missile. Hercules calls out to Dionysus, announcing that he needs to speak to him. 'Flee, Hercules – lest thou die with the rest of the diseased Olympus!' Dionysus responds. Hercules goes over to Dionysus and asks him if he has  taken leave of his senses, perching on a mortal-made thermo-nuclear missile. 'Thou must stop this folly -' Hercules begins, but Dionysus warns Hercules not to come any closer, revealing that he has been told all that is needed is one swift blow to its head, and then for all of them, reality ends. Hercules replies that perhaps his head has yet to heal, but he doesn't understand. With tears in his eyes, Dionysus replies 'How couldst thou – as gods go, you art young! But Dionysus is an elder!' Dionysus reveals that his powers are fading away, and soon the God of Vine will be as an old serving woman.
Dionysus reminds Hercules of how the boredom of godhood wasn't enough, but that call to arms came from Zeus, and the immortals were routed by Hercules' mortal comrades – and the ultimate indignity was his to endure as he was bested by the emerald-skinned wench! Dionysus reveals that, shortly thereafter, the resolve came to him that they are dying as a race, so better they end now with a whimper – but with a bang! Hercules pleads with Dionysus to reconsider, and points out that it is bad enough to take his own life, but he should have compassion for Olympus, as the ensuing blast that ends his existence will destroy all the beauty and culture that is their heritage – it is unthinkable! Dionysus frowns: 'To Hades with thee all' he replies.
Hercules explains to Dionysus that on Earth, mortal healers would say that he is suffering in the throes of mental depression. 'Thou art merely having a bad century!' Hercules points out, suggesting that they retire to some peaceful oasis for a time and reflect on what troubles him. 'Mayhaps we can find some solution' Hercules offers. But Dionysus tells Hercules that it is too late for that – he has already violated Zeus's edict against contact with the mortal world. Dionysus wonders why Zeus made such a decree, as it is cruel to deny them the pleasure of mortal revelry. 'Nay – Zeus will punish me...but short of the oblivion I yearn for!' Dionysus declares, asking Hercules to forgive him, but he refuses his aid – Olympus must perish with him. Hercules announces 'Thou hast left me with no other recourse, save to -' Hercules starts, but Dionysus interrupts him: '- I know, I know! “take thee by force”!' he quotes, before revealing that he anticipated such a response. 'Behold! Allow me to introduce my new servant – Sgt Butcher T Washington!'
Dionysus casts some energy upwards, and Hercules turns around, where he sees a massive tank rolling towards him, with Sgt Butcher T Washington in command. 'Is he da target, clean-head?' Butcher T Washington asks Dionysus. 'Verily! Yon timer is set to explode within the next twenty minutes! Thou shall have escape and reward aplenty if thou dost serve me well!' Dionysus tells the soldier. 'I'm yer man, brother Dion. Now, as fer you, run along or I'll snuff yer butt!' Butcher T Washington warns Hercules. Hercules is shocked – Dionysus has brought a mortal to Olympus. 'Though must be truly unbalanced!' he shouts. 'Thou may kill him now' Dionysus frowns. 'You got it!' Butcher T Washington responds as he uses the tank to open fire – and blasts Hercules, knocking him backwards. But Hercules recovers, and takes hold of the tank, bending the front of it backwards and boasting that it will take more than these mortal toys to vanquish him.
'If dat's the case, here's sumthin ya might take a li'l more seriously!' Butcher responds as he opens fire again, blasting Hercules with flame. 'Too easy! He'll be ashes in seconds and all the loot fat boy promised is mine!' Butcher declares, but Hercules tells him that he thinks his celebration is a bit premature. 'But for thy effort – I applaud!' Hercules exclaims as he claps his hands together, and the vacuum that ensues from his thunderous clap extinguishes the inferno. Suddenly, though, another set of arsenal rises from the tank – several small missiles that Butcher fires towards Hercules, telling him that he is standing between him and his payday and is forcing him to break out the big guns. Hercules grabs one of the missiles, 'Bah! These puny darts are of no consequence to Hercules, but to thee – they should concern thee aplenty!' Hercules declares as he throws the missile back at Butcher, it explodes, destroying some of the tank.
'My tank! Ya killed my tank – ya dirty son of a -' Butcher shouts as he uses a machine gun to try and take Hercules down. Hercules runs forward towards the remains of the tank, dodging the bullets, Hercules shouts that he has no more time to waste on the likes of him, an impudent mortal – especially when the fate of beloved Olympus hangs in the balance. Hercules then slams his fist into Butcher, knocking him to the ground. But still Butcher opens fire on Hercules, 'Da fat boy told me about yer li'l medical problem an I got just da thing ta insure you go down – a li'l high voltage taser blast ta yer swollen grey matter!' he exclaims. The taser strikes Hercules, and in his already weakened state, he succumbs to the blast. Butcher frowns as he holds up an adamantium garote, and pulls it around Hercules' neck, 'The last moments of your life!' Butcher declares, while the weakened Hercules attempts to break free. Butcher boasts that it is so strong it is guaranteed to remove anyone's head – even a god's!

Dionysus watches – his world will end as he wished – with a bang. But not so for Hercules, as his life slips away with a whimper. 'No... Dionysus suddenly utters. 'NOOOOOOO!' he roars, getting to his feet, he tells Butcher to begone and to take his destructive toy with him. Dionysus surrounds Butcher T Washington in a mystical energy, and Butcher throws his arms into the air, 'Wha -? I knew I shouldn't trust a -' before he vanishes.
When all traces of the conflict has vanishes, Hercules goes over to Dionysus and thanks him. Dionysus looks to the ground and tells Hercules to say nothing – for even though he is despondent, he could not allow Hercules to perish on his behalf. He adds that perhaps he simply needed to know that someone cared. 'Nut old friend – what hath become of “Butcher T” and the bomb?' Hercules enquires. Dionysus reveals that he gave Butcher T access to all the wealth his greedy heart dares desire.
Indeed, Butcher T Washington finds himself inside Fort Knox, where he and the missile are surrounded by soldiers.
Sometime later, Dionysus stands before the King of the Gods – Zeus, in judgment. Hercules stands near Zeus, as Dionysus announces that he throws himself at his liege. Zeus looks unimpressed, and points out that Dionysus hast dared to defy his will by making mortal combat, but that his blackest transgression is his disregard for his own immortal soul, and for that, he must be punished. Zeus announces that Dionysus, the God of Wine and Mirth is to be stripped of all that he possesses – powers and memories will be denied to him. Zeus adds that Dionysus will be banished to a place of penitence until such time as he deems his sentence served. Dionysus offers no response, he simply extends his arms, 'So be it!' Zeus declares, casting energy at Dionysus, who vanishes.
A short time later, in Zeus' private chamber, Hercules tells Zeus that his plan worked perfectly, a great tragedy was averted this day. 'Thanks in no small way to thee, my son' Zeus replies, adding that had Dionysus not believed Hercules was in danger, this tale might have had a less pleasant resolution – he counted on Dionysus' affection for Hercules to undo the situation. Hercules tells his father that his wisdom was great, and asks what happened to Dionysus. 'I sent him to a place – where he may learn to appreciate life once again' Zeus reveals, as he waves his hands over a scrying pool, he and Hercules look into it and see Dionysus, at quite an appropriate location on Earth.
Dion's Bar, where a man enters and wonders 'Is that sign new?' as he looks at the “Dion's Bar” sign scrawled across the window. Dionysus is behind the bar, drying a beer mug, as a patron asks for another brewski. Other patrons are enjoying their drinks in the bar, as Dionysus replies 'It's my pleasure'.