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Rewrite the Tales- I

'Sir, the city is taking fire.' JARVIS said, sounding concerned for Tony.

'Well, we know Strucker's not going to worry about civilian casualties,' Tony said bitterly. 'Send in the Iron Legion.'

The Iron Legion flies in and announces to the civilians:

'This quadrant is unsafe. Please back away. We are here to help. This quadrant is unsafe. Please back away. Please back away. We wish to avoid collateral damage and will inform you when this current conflict is resolved. We are here to help.'

A man threw a stone at the Iron Legion. It did absolute no effect.

'We are here to help.' It continued as if it wasn't rudely interrupted.

Out of nowhere, a blonde figure speeds through the forest and knocks down Clint.
'You didn't see that coming?' Pietro Maximoff said smugly, his Sokovian accent prominent.

Pietro zooms off before Clint can shoot him with an arrow, but then he gets shot at.

'Clint!' Natasha shouted, running towards the wounded archer.

Steve Rogers was also knocked down as he speedily passed Steve. He groaned as he pulled himself back up, also secretly cursing brutal, yet slightly true facts about, "typical millennials".

'We have an enhanced in the field,' Steve said. His eyes travelled to a redhead figure crouching on a body. 'Tasha, what happened?'

'Clint's hit!' She cried, looking at him from the behind. 'Somebody want to deal with that bunker?'

It was as if it was kismet; the Hulk came in to the rescue, destroying the tank, pointing at the Hulk.

'Thank you.'

'Stark, we're really need to get inside,' Steve said gruffly, knocking down more soldiers with his shield.

'I'm closing in,' he drawled. 'JARVIS, am I . . . closing in? Do you see a power source for that shield?'

'There's a pathway below the north tower.'

'Great, I wanna poke it with something,'

Tony aimed a missile at it blew up the invisible shield at the base.

'Drawbridge is down, people,' he said.

'The enhanced?' Thor asked Steve, swinging his hammer.

Steve's mind was on throwing his shield at a soldier, sneaking upon Natasha aiding Clint. A satisfying thud on the head, well, atleast for Steve, knocked him down. Natasha turned, her eyes darting from the unconscious man, to the vibrant shield, flying towards the most handsome man she has ever laid eyes on. Her acknowledging smile was enough for Steve Rogers to swoon at her and make him feel weak in his knees.

'What? Oh yeah, He's a blur,' he said, distracted. 'All the new players we've faced, I've never seen this. In fact, I still haven't.'

'Clint's hit pretty bad, guys,' she said, wrapping his hand around her shoulder, and balancing his weight on her. 'We're gonna need evac.'

'I can get Barton to the jet,' Thor pitched in. 'The sooner we're gone the better. You and Stark secure the scepter.'

'Copy that.' Steve said in an authoritative voice.

'Blondies,' Natasha spoke. 'Look on your left. There are more morons left.'

'Looks like they're lining up,' Thor said skittishly, gripping Mjolnir tightly.
'Well, they're excited,' Steve commented.