Know thy self, know thy enemy.
Characters: West Coast Avengers Setting: The California Desert outside LA Content: Wonderful violence Summary: It's the West Coast Avengers VS the Masters of Evil. Time to assemble!
"So are we together on the plan?" Clint asked for about the third time in a row. He glanced the team over as he bent down to hide against the side of a large boulder. While he waited on their responses and probably their sneering he shifted to peep his head up and over across the desert. "Wanda's on defense with shields. Pietro- hits hard and fast. Jan, you and I lay down the place with firepower." He turned back then and looked them all over. It was pretty obvious how excited he was. This was going to take everyone working to pull off. It didn't help that they didn't know what kind of roster their enemies had.
There it was before them. At long last they were standing on the front door of that bitch, the cowl. It was strong the hold of her team, the Masters of Evil. After months of work and countless dead ends here it was. It hadn't been an easy thing trying to shake an entire city out from her. The sort of stranglehold she had must have taken her years to build. Well, the was all ending now. The Avengers were here and her goose was cooked.
Personally Clint was just waiting to see Steve's face after all this. Man, oh man, there would be no denying it then. It was going to be big. Daily Bugle big. All they needed now was to get their act together for the operation. And that should simple enough, they'd only been training constantly since day one. Barton turned then and leafed through his quiver. Thumbing past the arrows he would start out with and visually marking the trick arrows he might need to put out a disaster. This year Christmas was coming a few days early.