Who: Steve Rogers and OPEN to Wonder Woman or any others in the area NPCs:The Wrecking Crew (Wrecker, Bulldozer, Thunderball, Piledriver) Where: Nearby the Themysciran Embassy , NYC When: December 14th, 2013 What: A bank robbery takes place near the Themysciran embassy. The hero that answers the call wears the same colors but is no amazon. Rating: PG-13
"We have the entire building surrounded. Come out with your hands up, or we will be forced to open fire!" Red and blue lights flashed all around the bank from the perimeter of police vehicles that had been set up, with twice as many officers holding their weapons at the ready. A bank robbery was not something new to the NYPD by any means, but this particular heist was being pulled off by a band of superpowered villains, and that more than put the boys in blue on edge. Which made it an amazing feat that no itchy trigger finger went off the moment the four men who called themselves the 'Wrecking Crew' emerged through the front doors of the bank looking as though they did not have a care in the world.
Their leader, the Wrecker, held his infamous crowbar in one hand and an overstuffed bag of money over his shoulder in his other as he surveyed the scene before him from beneath the purple ski mask he wore, his lips curling into a little smile. "Bulldozer, make us a path, will ya? Resident Evil is on Syfy tonight, and you know I don't wanna miss gun-totin' Milla."
Bulldozer made a grunt of reply and lowered his shoulders to make good on his namesake on a path through the perimeter, but fell short when something red, white, and blue ricocheted off his helmet with a loud metallic clang.
"Ugh, not you old man", the Wrecker groaned as he and the rest of the crew turned toward the sentinel of liberty himself as he caught his shield on the rebound and moved in toward them. "I've got a thing about hittin' on the elderly."
If Captain America felt any sort of apprehension in approaching four men who had the powers of a God divided between them his confident gait did not show it. "Stand down, drop the money and your weapons, and no one has to get hurt."
The Wrecker dropped the money but held onto his crowbar as he met the Captain halfway, with the rest of the crew falling in until they had him surrounded. "You ain't got the strength of one, let alone all of us. And Hell I have a bit of respect for ya, but you've got no chance here gramps."
Captain America regarded the Wrecker in an uncanny way that seemed to make him appear larger than the other man as he stood his ground resolutely. "It's never about the size of the dog, son. This is your last chance."
"Son? Son, huh?" The Wrecker raised his crowbar, but Thunderball moved first among the crew, aiming to crush the skull of the American hero. Instead the over-sized metallic ball deflected against an upraised shield and into the face of Piledriver, spraying them all with blood. Curses flew, the NYPD debated what to do, and star spangled-avenger went to work on the three members of the Wrecking Crew that remained on their feet.