In an abandoned warehouse off the dockyards of Florida two groups starred anxiously at each other from between a fold out table. On the one end sat a well-dressed man, surrounded by several armed goons gripping their weapons tightly. Their boss tapping his foot nervously with his arms crossed yet it wasn’t because he was impatient. On the other side of the table three men dressed fully in yellow radiation suits stood silently, their faces covered by the black tint of their hazmat covers. The one in the middle gently held a briefcase between his gloved hands over the table between him and the ‘buyer’ in front of him.
"AIM has gone to a lot of trouble procuring this… Ingredient Mr. Simmons, VERY expensive to get and even MORE expensive to recreate." Opening the case the men at the table looked down at the single vial held within, filled with a purple dust that sparkled in the overhead light. "Terrigan dust Mr. Simmons as asked."
"Hey whatchou playin at?" Barked the man, his finger pointing angrily at the AIM agent in front of him while his goons raised their weapons with an audible click. "I wanted nough oh the stuff to make the Vengers look like pussies, this ain’t enough to make shit!"
Quickly closing the briefcase, his face and the faces of his men totally unreadable the AIM agents turned to leave. "Perhaps we made an error in trusting you as a buyer then, you obviously do not comprehend how potent Terrigan mist is or you wouldn’t be complaining…" Making their leave they heard guns trained right at them, the AIM leader slowly turning to look at the furious mobster and his bodyguards.
"Please… The minute you entered this hovel we set up a generator that magnetized your street corner weapons to the point that I’d be surprised the bullets would even leave the chambers." Calling his bluff one man aimed to fire and his Uzi exploded in his hands, falling straight to the ground screaming and clutching his burnt hand. "In addition we have this delightful little toy." Raising his hand the AIM leader gestured to a small remote the size of a flash drive. "With a single button press I could make you all projectile vomit just for making me feel like my time has been wasted, so I give you one more chance to make up your mind… Are you here to buy? Or are you a window shopper?"
Looking to his men and back Mr. Simmons wiped the sweat from his brow, a slow chuckle cracking through his features as he waved his arms out in surrender. "I’ve gots the dough man, whateva you gots I’ll buy it."
Making his way back to the table both groups stopped cold in their tracks when an arrow landed dead center through the table and shot knockout gas out of the shaft. "SALE’S CLOSED ASSHOLES!"
Dropping down from ropes overhead Hawkeye, Black Widow, Tigra and Captain America landed inside, all of them breathing through air filters over their mouths. Iron Man and Thor flew down from the broken skylight and aiding in bringing down the armed men inside.
Clutching the briefcase closely and blinded by the gas the AIM leader tried to make a getaway until he was body tackled by Tigra, dropping the case and popping it open when it landed. "NO! The vial!" Seeing the thing bounce out of the case and roll off the masked AIM clenched his hands just as they well pulled back behind him and clasped with handcuffs. "Like we said you walking traffic pylon, sales closed."
With the gas dissipating the Avengers looked around, both parties were cuff and lying on the ground, and Iron Man floated above wiping his metal gloved hands together. "Well looks like my work here is done… Drink?"
"Guess what pal you’re going to a place were the most scientific things you’ll be doing is counting the floor tiles of your cell and…" Crunch. "MOTHER FUCKER!" Looking down Tigra winced at the vial her bare foot had stepped on, shattering the glass thing and smearing the purple dust underfoot. "What the hell did I step on?!" Picking the glass bits out of her furry feet the rest of the Avengers pulled the mobsters and criminal scientists out to be detained, five minutes later a SHIELD jet landed to take the men away. Still picking the glass out of her feet Greer Grant looked up to see Clint Barton swagger over plucking the string to his bow. "Bet that smarts, you gotta look before you step somewhere Tigra… Or better yet wear some shoes."
"Screw you Barton, my toe claws keep me from wearing anything but sandals, how’s this for an idea? Try making an arrow that fucks off." Seeing the man smirk and roll his eyes she watched as he went back inside with the others to look around for anything else left behind by the mobsters or the AIM scientists.
"What ho friends, I have found a small trinket… What does this button do?" As soon as he pressed it Thor regretted even picking the thing up.