#gc:closed

@fallenrxbin

Terry perched on top of a fairly large building surveying the area. Tonight was a rather slow night. Minimal crime means minimal action & that can lead to boredom. It seemed that way at first anyway. He noticed a commotion going on in allywey a few blocks down. Terry deployed the red wings of his suit to fly to the top of a different building to get a view on what was going on. A group of five armed men in masks were mugging a teenage boy. Most of the men were armed with melee weapons like baseball bats and pipes except one who was holding a handgun up to the boys chest. Terry dropped to the ground before throwing a Batarang knocking the gun out of the mans hand. “How about you pick on someone your own size,” Terry taunted before noticing the other standing on the other side of the group.

It had been a rather slow night for crime. Only a few muggings and gang activities, nothing serious like a villain, which Terry was grateful for. He was on his way back home before he noticed Felicia sitting on the edge of a building counting money from what seemed to be a stolen purse. “If you were going to be out stealing bags you should of at least taken one that went with your shoes.”

@stvrkanthvny

Nate turned on his T.V to see the storm that raining havoc on the city. The storm’s winds were blowing cars over, shattering windows. The rain made it difficult to see, and the lightning was causing even more damage. He saw that people needed help and he knew that he could give it to them. He quickly burst open the doors of his apartment building and ran outside, where he could see the dark clouds overhead getting darker as they hit closer to the city. Nate’s Iron Lad suit formed around his body before he took off into the sky. “Hey, Stark are you seeing this? People need us out here,” Nate told Tony, using his suits comm system.