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War Machine	It's early evening, pitch black clouds roll past the windows of the quinjet as it rattles along. The seats rattle and shake as do the windows from the turbulence of the flight shaking around its precious cargo. Thunder rattles in the distance loud as ever while they tear through the skies War Machine putting the bird through her paces as he speeds along fast as the bird can carry them. It's a wonder the whole thing doesn't shake apart in the air, but then again this was a mission that was time critical.      "Ladies and gentlemen" The voice crackles to life over the ships intercom. "This is your Captain speaking: we're experiencing some slight turbulence, and will be arriving shortly." He pauses for a moment banking slightly to one side. "Please in preparation of our landing keep your tray table up, and your seat back in the full upright position, and remember to fasten your seatbelts." It's a calm and soothing voice that rattles off before the intercom clicks back to silence allowing the people in the back to prep in their own way.      It was thanks to Skye they'd even managed to track down where the Agent they were looking for was. Her fast work boosting the signal was able to track it right on down to this dockyard on the edge of town right before the whole signal went dead.      Rhodey circles the jet once around the landing area spinning down to a slow stop and hover as he scouts the landing pad. Out the small windows it's clear that something went down. The rooftops of several buildings have been blown completely off, and a number of SHIELD APC's have been flipped right onto their roofs. It's a bloodbath down there.
Clint Barton	Clint seems unfazed by the thunder and turbulence and sits comfortable in his seat until they get close to the target, it's then he unbuckles his restraints and makes his way forward to the cockpit and stares out the windows. "What the hell happened here?" he asks, leaning against a bulkhead and keeping his eyes on the ground. He was the senior agent on the mission, so it meant he was the man in charge. "Everyone ready?" he asks, glancing back into the bay of the Quinjet.
Super-Man	Kenan switches himself to Penetrating Sight and looks over the area telescopicly to see what he can see. Hopefully we will not come under attack immediately, as he will not be invulnerable. Kenan comments, "Surveying the area, we will see what I can see."
Skye Johnson	Skye wasn't entirely sure how she'd been roped from sitting pretty in the breakroom back at the Trisk to her butt plunked into a seat in the quinjet. But after the turbulence message, and a quick peek out one of the windows, she shakes her head. "Right. NO. We are not hauling my ass out there." Of course the protest isn't given with her usual aplomb. That promotion and new classification almost sort of required her ass leave the quinjet and she get some ground time. Even if she was the computer expert on board. Of course she's made prior point that her gear is portable and she can hook in from anywhere, which only has her wondering why past Skye hated her so much. "How about I get a quick scan on the area and see if there are any latent signals. Or, you know, anything new cropped up." Not likely. The entire trip over hadn't run into anything new, but here they were, and if there'd been interference running, they were under that umbrella now, and taking a last look was only prudent.
Shadowlite	For this one, Shadowlite had arrived in the jet itself via a black portal opening inside, then closing behind him. A man in a black longcoat and blacker suit with white goggles stepped out of it and waved to the group "Hi. I'm Shadowlite, and it looks like I'm being called in for this one." His voice mask keeps his tone scrambled, and his tactical gear web is visible under the longcoat, with a couple obvious pistols and revolvers on front mounted holsters. He spends most of the trip after that point sitting down in one of the passenger nooks. The man has arrest warrants in a few countries... but Fury himself hired the mercenary for SHIELD. So, here he is. Most of the trip has him quiet from that point, doing something or other with a wrist-comp. Once they start to fly over the zone though, he's up and looking out a window, his longcoat shifting slightly, "Wow, that's messy. Plenty of evidence, at least." Shadowlite notes.
War Machine	The quin jet circles one more time before slowly hovering towards the ground. Those with super senses would be able to pick up the distinct lack of life in the surrounding area. Not death per say but a striking absence of even microbial life in certain areas as if the place had been partially sterilized during the attack.      The rain falls in heavy sheets overhead as the back ramp of the jet slowly opens. Rhodes kicks up the coms to make a report. "War Machine checking in we've reached the LZ prepping to deploy." There's no response, only silence, complete deafening silence from the other end for a long moment. "Repeat this is War Machine, anyone copy?" He thunks the radio once with the back of his hand before sighing low. "Now use, looks like something's still jamming the signal."      As the air rushes in from outside there's a distinct smell of burning mixed with air that's far too clean for where they are. It's almost completely unnaturally so as they hover just a foot above the ground beside a flipped over APC.      One thing Kenan would notice: The agents laying dead have all been stripped of their gear. Even their uniforms have been partially stripped for parts, someone going a long way to hide what they've done here.
Clint Barton	Clint blinks when the portal opens, his hand going to his bow, but when Shadowlite introduces himself, hhe nods. "Ah, the new guy, thought you got left behind, welcome aboard," he greets. When the comms stop working, Clint frowns, "Skye, think you can get a message through to base?" he asks before turning to Kenan and Shadowlite. "Okay you guys take point, let's take this slow, but I want you both to get a good look around the LZ before we spread out and look for our team, understood?" he asks them both.
Super-Man	"I observe all gear has been taken, it is likely we will find it being used against us," Kenan observes. He switches his power to Invulnerabiliy and says, "Perparing to disembark." He will exit first...if there is any immediate attack he is most likely to survive.
Skye Johnson	Skye takes one last look out the window before answering Clint. "That just looks wrong. Everything is.. and all their gear is gone? Like, what, some chemical agent?" More worrisome, though, is what she's finding on the computer end. She knew that they were being jammed before Rhodes told her - d'uh, she's on a computer too - but the fact that she can't boost the signal, nor get any clear lock now that they're at ground, not even on themselves? Not good. "Fuck us," she mutters. "We're jammed but good. They've got serious gear going on. Like my own computer isn't talking to me kind of gear." Which is an overstatement. Her computer can too find itself, but it's Skye, and if she's bitching like that about something on the comp side? It's serious. "Won't be able to do shit till you find what's jamming us. And because I can't tell what it is, can't say it's not damaging the internals on the jet, so yeah. There's that, too." Good old Skye paranoia. "That was the good news. Bad news? They let that signal through. We're sitting ducks."
Shadowlite	Taking point already? Lucky him. Standing up, a black glowing mist flowing from Shadowlite then as a black Darkforce shell is summoned over the dimensional barrier a little at a time, from toe, to head. Eventually, after five seconds, he's completely encased in the stuff, with only the front of his face slightly discolored. "I can do that." Then, he hops into the air... and a black disk also forms out of nowhere, with black mist coming from his feet, this time. Soon enough, he's floating over to Kenan just a meter off the ground, and pulling out one of his Judges, "I can just portal us out of here in seconds if things go sideways. There's a reason people can't track me." Shadowlite notes to Skye. Then, he's looking over to Kenan, "After you, Chinese Wonder."
War Machine	Walking out into the rain some of the fires still slowly smoulder and burn away. From the looks it seems that the agents were running from something when they were taken down. A quick look would show sings of claw marks down their face and backs where clothing had been torn clean open ripped to shreds. What hadn't been shredded was stripped clean from the bodies.      In the shadow of an APC Kenan finds himself face to face with Agent Rex Jacobson, or what's left of him. The fingerprints have been burned clean off of his hands leaving them rounded off, and from the looks his combat helmet wound up being caved in by a good deal of force. There's a pool of blood left around him and something is clutched into his left hand.      Shadowlight gets a good view of the carnage from his perch a bit high into the sky. From the looks the front doors of a nearby warehouse have been completely blown off their hinges with some sort of IED shrapnel still scattered all across the docks. The remains of a few civilian vehicles are parked inside the hoods smashed in with a great deal of force.
Super-Man	Not being immediately attacked, Kenan switches to Penetrating sight to see what is in the hand, then switches to Super Hearing to find out if anyone else is around, within roughly a half mile radius he can even hear heartbeats. He may only use one power at full effect, but it is a pretty potent effect. Kenan says to Shadowlight, "It is Chaoren, or Kenan if you prefer."
Clint Barton	Clint moves to the door of the quinjet, kneeling on the ramp, bow in hand eyes on their surroundings. Skye's words have him calling out to Kenan and Shadowlite. "Find any survivors, second priority, find what's jamming us." Then quieter, he turns back to those inside the jet. "So, on a scale of 1-10, how fucked are we?" he asks about the general and the comms situation.
Skye Johnson	Skye gives Clint a very dry look. "They let the signal through. They wanted us here. They field stripped the bodies so we couldn't use any of the extra gear. Means they've got themselves sitting pretty and plan on leading us to where they want us to go, or they'd have picked us off already. Which is either really bad, or we are so fucked bad." Her fingers tap over keys and she makes an irritated noise. "And the jamming is good. Like.. fuck, why does everyone have better encryption than we do?" You'd almost think she feels it a personal slight. Or that she's somehow failed the rest of SHIELD for not having better herself. "At least a 9," she mutters. "10 or 11 really. But lie to them. People tend to react better if they think we've got a chance. I'll keep plugging away. Maybe if I can find a way to scramble us.. or hell, if I could find a way to piggyback on their signal. They won't be expecting that, but that's damn near close to finding the co-ordinates of the thing. Not quite, but close. So, yeah. Do your thing. I'm okay in the jet."
Shadowlite	"I don't think we're gonna find any survivors, boss. Something came through here with enough force to turn most of the stuff around here into mulch and swiss cheese. If we do, they're hiding well enough to hide money from the IRS." Shadowlite observes from up high, "And an IED of some kind went through the front doors of the warehouse over there." Shadowlite points in the general direction of said warehouse. Grumbling low enough to not be heard (except possibly by Kenan) Shadowlite grabs a set of electronic binoculars from in a pouch on his gear web, and starts to take a look inside the warehouse from up high, getting a good read for details.
War Machine	Kenan switches from invulnerability to vision mode, and then to hearing and for a moment all seems quiet... right up to the point there's a high pitched squeal only he can hear. It grows louder... and louder.... and FWOOOOOOOOM suddenly a brilliant blue light rips across the sky slamming into the side of the quinjet from seemingly nowhere.      Rhodey tries to keep the jet steady as it suddenly lurches to one side and then the other. He tries to grab onto the controls before there's a sudden jolt of electricity through the panel that courses through him arching off the controls as he spasms in place. The lights go dead the engine cuts, and the jet drops that one foot to the ground skidding across the wet ground as Rhodes falls fact first into the controls unconscious.      There's a long moments pause just enough for people to comprehend what just happened and then speakers hidden across the area crackle to life. They blare out an old forgotten song loud and proud kicking the whole place into a concert vibe. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDpYBT0XyvA Warren Zevon's Werewolves of london, so loud it could almost burst eardrums coming from every angle at once echoing out along with the cries of a group of wolves.
Super-Man	Kenan falls to the ground clutching his ears...super hearing makes the noise that much worse for him. He hurridly switches himself back to Invulnerablilty and looks around for the source of the howling while rising back to his feet. "OK, that was loud..." Kenan comments. He is having a bit of trouble concentrating enough to keep his powers active...
Clint Barton	"Put better encryption on your Christmas list," Clint says to Skye with a wry look of his own. And well, he didn't like the sound of just how screwed they were. "Our people are gone and we're in danger, let's pull out, we can come back when we can park a helicarrier overhead and-" The blue blast hits and Clint is thrown from the craft as it crashes, hitting the ground hard, then half-bounces, half-rolls two times before coming to a stop. He jerks to his feet, right away though, favouring his right arm, even so he draws an arrow and puts it to string as the music starts playing, walking slowly backwards towards the downed quinjet. "Shad, how many can you portal?" he asks. Then as real howls join the song, Clint mutters under his breath. "Nooo, silver arrows aren't in the budget Barton, well guess who looks dumb now, Fury." Reaching the quinjet he bangs on the side, "Everyone okay in there?" he asks, he keeps his eyes on the city around them though.
Skye Johnson	"pfffft, like you should listen to Fury." Says she who has a looooong history of insubordination with the man. Well, more to the point, it's something more of acts of ommission and covert disobedience, and to her credit, he know about all but two of the things she's done. And even those two things she's fairly sure Fury knows about the one, and he just doesn't have the whole story about the other. Of course the engines go dead. The hit strikes the vessel and sends them lurching, and because she hadn't undone her seatbelt yet, she's probably the only person on the jet who didn't go flying. Though she nearly loses her laptop. Nearly. "Yeah, well, no thanks to whatever the hell that was. But I have an idea now. Or at least a vector to focus down on. If that was an attack, it had to come from a source. And a directed source has access to working bandwidth." Of course, it could have been a person not an attack, in which case her theory isn't as helpful as she hopes it is. And with no further ado, she starts tracking down that lead, however slim it is.
Shadowlite	Then, Shadowlite pulls back to the Quinjet when it becomes clear it was attacked. By now, he's sitting cross legged on his black disk, his Judge in one hand and sitting in his lap as he 'floats' over. "I don't actually know the upper limit, but I've taken a dozen people through before. As long as I want them go to through, they'll get through. Anyone else gets to float in the Darkforce dimension until someone who cares goes to get them." Shadowlite gives in reply to Clint. He, too, is moving backwards, to keep track of potential issues. "I can put up a barrier to keep them out, if everyone gets inside the jet itself, too. It won't hold forever, but since the jet looks like it just got a shock to the system, better then nothing." Shadowlite offers as he stops just inside the entryway to the Quinjet.
Clint Barton	Clint breathes a sigh of relief as Skye answers him, "Yeah, must have been fun doing that ride from the inside, I'm fine by the way," Clint says the smile coming through in his voice despite the danger. Shadowlite's plan sounds good, "Alright, let's do it," he steps back and slips into the quinjet, letting his bow string slowly go slack. "Kenan, saw you fall, are you going to be alright?" he asks.
Skye Johnson	There's an amused snort from Skye, who only takes enough time to flap the fingers of one hand in a yap-yap mouth gesture Clint's way before returning to her keyboard - even if he can't see the gesture. Or maybe precisely because he /can't/ see the gesture while he's outside. "Could hear you breathing. Figured it was a good sign. Can't talk. Working." She's entering full on Skye mode. Or close enough. She's got enough presence of mind to not totally zone out while in the field, but the kind of thing she does takes a certain amount of concentration and conversations cut into that. She can chatter mindh the boys, and take twice as long, or she can do her thing in silence and they can be done mindh it. Really their choice, but while they're deciding, she's heads down and into code-mode.
Super-Man	Kenan replies to clint, "I will be fine...super hearing is not the best power to be using when hit by a sound that loud. Whoever did that I am less than happy with." That is putting it a bit mildly...he heels like HURTING them...he hope it was a villain so he can smash them.
Shadowlite	"Sure." Then, Shadowlite takes his free hand and reaches to the back of the Quinjet, and a black mist emits from his hand and arm. Black arcs of lightning flick around in a localized space as a tear in reality opens, and that same black portal opens... and remains as it swirls in place. "Just go right on in. Don't mind the cold. Nothing I can do about that when you're floating through darkforce." Shadowlite observes. Then, he's looking over to Kenan. He's not moving from position at the entry yet... but he does keep a watch in case he needs to go and grab the man.
War Machine	Out from the darkness of the rain figures come out armed in full suits of body armor that cover their entire faces. They're like suits of full on power armor that can do everything but fly, and the helmets are each built to represent a different breed of dog. Bullets wizz through the air towards the downed Quinjet as they march their way along fast as they can in their heavy armor lead by a single man in a 12 foot tall suit of the stuff.      They're swarming in from every angle and it's more then clear they are far from friendly as bolts of light fire from their guns slamming into surfaces and literally eating away the organic material they come into contact with. Cleaning away even the very germs on the objects they hit as the material splatters like napalm quickly dissolving itself after impact.      Skye works her magic, as Armored wolves pour out as well ready to take down the group. The system is complex, bleeding edge of technology the kind SHIELD was only experimenting with the potential of implementing and from the looks it wasn't going to be an easy crack. Could it even possibly be cracked? There was no way she was going to break through that security in the time they h- The password was 12345. It just came across her screen as part of her hacking the standard most simple of guessing programs to crack the encryption and it turns out with this multi-million dollar piece of jamming equipment someone left the default password on.
Super-Man	Kenan can handle this...it will not be fun but he can. He switches his power to SPEED and runs, pushing himself to super sonic speed. The sonic boom and air impact will hit them hard as he passes.
Clint Barton	Clint spots the armours and says, "Huh," in surprise. "Was expecting actual werewolves," he says, but still fires off an arrow all the same. A broadhead, one that glances easily off the armor but it was what he had on the string. He fires a second, this one explodes on impact spreading an adhesive goo all over the joints of the armor. "So, I'm voting we get the hell out of here," he says. "Wait, where's Rhodes? Skye, is Rhodes alright?" he calls not taking his eyes off the enemy.
Skye Johnson	"Working," Skye mutters under her breath. She has no damned clue where Rhodes is. He /was/ in the cockpit, right? Wasn't he. The timing of this all was incredibly bad. Like couldn't be more inconvenient if it tried. "Didn't leave with you guys?" Of course he didn't. Clint didn't /leave/. Clint got thrown. When the quinjet got hit; and died; and hit the ground. Which meant Rhodes was likely knocked out in the cockpit, or.. well, or had a lot of parameters. "Cockpit. Oh, come to mama, baby.. fuck me.. almost.. almost.." She sees it, and can't believe it. The flash of password in the window she'd thrown up purely out of instinct and reflex. Only she knows it's bad. Nobody leaves the factory set in - especially when odds were this wasn't a factory build. Nobody leaves a custom build with a base passcode. Which tells her they're counting on them being desperate - and they don't know who the fuck they're dealing with. "Probably think this is my first time at this rodeo," she mumbles, fingers pausing as she makes a split second decision, and stops her typing long enough to pull a burner phone from her pocket. It was going to be tighter than tight. Like she might lose this bet, but she didn't think she was going to. Oracle was no slouch, and the phone was not only clean, but untrackable. Not Oracle tech, but if Oracle had given it to her while she was deep under cover in Rising Tide, the thing was good. Skye trusted that. And she trusted that she could make it work as a mobile hotspot, working to buffer and scramble between herself and that password she'd just hit. Working on two units, now, she's tapping furiously, linking the two, password all ready to send through as soon as the green light between the devices went on... "Come on," she hisses, "Come on.."
Shadowlite	"Wasn't he in the cockpit?" Shadowlite notes as he reaches out that free hand once more... and black smoke emits once more as he plunges the nearest, largest group of them into total darkness... then, he's tossing up a barrier in front of himself in Quinjet with titanium properties as cover against the fire... leaving just enough width for anyone to get behind it for cover to either side. The portal remains open, swirling in the back of the Quinjet. "As much as I'd love to take a look at the tech in those suits, these power ranger wannabes seem like they're not worth the trouble." Shadowlite agrees.
War Machine	WHACRACK goes the sonic boom as Kenan speeds faster then fast through their ranks. A few of the suits go tumbling end over end through the air before landing back down hard onto the ground. The howling and the music still hasn't stopped as they push the advance round after round pelting into the side of the forcefield now. They're holding off the advance, this group however many there may be are made of tough stuff. The ones that hit the ground step right back up to a stand, before returning to their hail of gunfire. It's not hard to imagine how this team was able to completely overrun the group of agents that had come before      Clint's arrow bounds off the suit of one of the Dog faced figures, causing them to pause for a moment and chuckle. He makes the mistake of catching it in his hand giving a show of his superhuman reflexes... only for the glue to splatter all across his suit and gum up the works causing him to be stuck in place, the Corgi helmet looking confused as he stands there unable to move.      It's a longshot from Skye but it's one that pays off. From the looks the burner has managed to divert the intended piggybacking from its sending out of the pass code. Instead of it frying or hacking her setup at least as far as she knows, it seems to work a charm. The signal blocker goes down, as evident by the fact the radio chatter in the cockpit has picked back up. Hold on the cockpit is back online? That's right it's powering back up from the direct that had taken it down.      The dogs swarm towards the Quinjet leaping up and trying to tear chunks out of the assembled heroes however quickthinking from Shadowlight see's them frozen into place by the power of shadows that take them out of view removing the problem some of them had caused his shield bounding off a few of the dogs.
Super-Man	OK, sonic speed is not enough, try next power...how well do these suits function when frozen in solid ice? Power to face, Freeze Breath active...let us chill these suits down to near absolute zero and solidify the situation. Get the armors cold enough, and their own soundwaves will shatter them. Kenan is versitile enough with eight powers to draw on...even if he can only use one at a time most times it is often enough.
Clint Barton	Clint snaps off two more arrows, before falling back to check on Rhodes. "If you can get comms," he says as he passes Skye, "Get them to send back up." If it could get here in time they might be able to hold the ground and take these guys down. If not, they had Shad to get them out of here. Clint heads into the cockpit to look for Rhodes.
Skye Johnson	"He says that like I'm not trying," Skye mutters to herself, but she's in hurry up and wait mode. Everything feels like it's in slow motion while she waits for that connection to be made... And just when it seems like it isn't going to work, it does. The green light blinks, and somehow, she's bypassed the jammer. they've got radio feed coming in, and the quinjet is powering itself up. *Hello boys and girls, we have comms. Clint if you can't fly this thing, there's got to be an autopilot. I know May pretends there isn't, but there is. I don't care what you have to do, get us off the ground.* *SHIELD we have..* And Skye is busy relaying the info they have, sending a steady stream now, along with the outside visuals of the quinjet. If worse comes to worse, something will get back to base and will be able to be used. Not that Skye intends for worst coming to worst. "We're at a 6 boss. About even odds. 4 if you get us off the ground." *Kenan, Shadowlite, back, back. We have power and comms. This is a retreat.*
Shadowlite	When the dogs come up and get encased in Darkforce, Shadowlite stands, replaces his Judge in the holster... and brings up both arms. Black mist emits from both as Shadowlite grunts... and a wave of Darkforce stuff emits from him as he tosses back the encased dogs clear across the yard. Then, he's pulling back into the Quinjet proper, and pulling more barrier out of the Darkforce dimension with those two hands to expand it over the entire entryway, leaving just enough room for Kenan to get back inside. "I can keep this up for a bit, but not if their stuff can melt high density material." Shadowlite warns, "I can regenerate it, but that'll take a lot of me. I'll drop it once we're in the air; assuming we take off." The black mist is gone, but Shadowlite is audibly keeping his breathing even as he concentrates on maintaining his power use. Keeping this much mutation use up is taking a toll.
Super-Man	Kenan says, "Get this bird in the air, I will catch up once you are away." Kenan is certain he can manage. Jumping fron strength ot flight or suoer speed...one way or another he will get there. Someone has to play rear guard, and he is the logical person to do it...only he or Shadowlite could and Shadowlite is protecting the Jet.
War Machine	It's absolute chaos on the ground level as the enemy move in on all sides doing their best to overwhelm them with numbers and sheer strength. The windshield of the quinjet spider webbed on impact causing it to be more then a bit difficult to see out of. Laying sprawled across the controls is Colonel Rhodes face down on the glowing monitor before him, as Clint comes into the room barking out orders as you do when you're lead agent he slowly comes back to.      His eyes are heavy as he forces himself up from his position sprawled across the controls a hand immediately going to the back of his neck as he mutters. "Sometimes I can't stand this damn thing." He looks around trying to get his barrings. "Clint? The hell just happened?"
Clint Barton	Clint heads into the cockpit at a run, breathing a quick sigh of relief as he sees Rhodes sit up. He tosses aside his bow and jumps into the co-pilot seat. "Got ambushed by a bunch of guys in power armour and a wolf fetish," he says going trying to get the bird ready to fly. "Kenan's covering our ass, but we're going to need to get out of here if we want a plane to fly." He brings the engines online, if they'll go, and then starts getting them airborne.
Skye Johnson	*Anytime now Hotshot..* Skye in work mode. Focused. Head down. And Not so much one for protocol. But Clint already knew that. It was part of her charm. they might have comms again. And they might have the quinjet back. But her attempt to get in on their computers is blocked. Some weird assed logo toga wearing.. man?.. with a wolves head, waggling a finger at her over the screen, her screen locked down now. They don't have her. She doesn't have them. It's a detente, but her part in this is mostly over. *Can we please leave this shithole? Now already?*
Shadowlite	Once it becomes clear Kenan is not interested in the Jet, Shadowlite plugs the hole with more Darkforce... then he drops both the portal, and the darkness bubble outside. There's an audible sigh of relief from being freed of maintaining both dimensional powers, and Shadowlite releases his black disk to stand on the Quinjet deck itself, focused solely on maintaining the barrier until the entryway is closed. "I forgot how slow these things are." Shadowlite quips.
Super-Man	Kenan is using his breath to keep the armored wolves at bay...freezing them and blowing them back. He can not freeze all of them (probably), but if he keeps enough of the ones in the front from getting close he can buy time for the Quinjet to take to the air. Afterward, he can follow. It is just a matter of keeping them away a few more seconds...
War Machine	It's then that the crew is able to pilot their way far from the death-trap taking to the sky just in time to avoid another blast of pure blue energy aimed right for the center of mass. A quick duck all it takes to take them out of harms way. It's a risky move but Rhodey punches it to full throttle even though they haven't fully taken off yet. The cabin lurches back from the force the sound barrier cracks as the zip off still low to the ground.      As they skid across the ground they plow right through the 12 foot tall suit sending it flying back and into the water of the docks. The jet skims across the water bounding once, twice, three times as the 12 foot suit clings on for dear life to the bottom of the craft. They're too low, they're going to crash right into a bridge.      Rhodey pulls up hard on the controls with Clint's help to rip it up at the last minute sending the massive suit slamming, bounding off the bridge and back into the water as they take to the wild blue yonder leaving the trap behind them.