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(Steve's POV)
I take another hit from one of the giant robots. All of the other Avengers are either already down or going down. About ten minutes ago the building that Clint was perched on was blown up, and now Clint is lying seemingly unconscious under a pile of rubble. Tony's armor was destroyed leaving him with just one hand repulsar thing. I'm not really into all of the technological stuff. He was knocked, hopefully just unconscious, about five minutes ago. The last time I saw the kid was about three minutes ago. He just suddenly fell from the sky, but I'm not sure why. Sam got knocked out of the sky about the same time that Peter did. There are only a few of the robots left, but it's just me and Natasha who has taken so many hits that it's a miracle she's still standing.
I have a nasty gash over my left eye which is making it hard to see and several burns on various places on my body because it turns out that these robots have lighters on their hands that shoot fire. I discovered that by just about having my eyebrows burned off at the beginning of the fight about thirty minutes ago. There were hundreds of these things. It was all hands but Bruce's on deck. I'm thinking maybe we should have brought the green guy with us as I see Natasha collapse from a hard blow to the head.
I manage to take out three more, but there are still five more. I'm taking out the second of the five when I feel a robot claw grab the back of my shirt. I am lifted up into the air and slammed into the ground. Stars explode across my vision as I try to get out of the claw's grasp but am brutally slammed against the ground again. I manage to grab the robot's arm when something hard hits my skull, and everything goes black.
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(Peter's POV)
I slowly wake up. The first thing I register is pain everywhere. I press my hand against my side where it hurts the most, and when I pull my hand back it comes away covered in hot, sticky blood. Then everything comes back to me. The fight in Brooklyn, seeing everyone go down around me, and getting shot out of the air mid-swing.
I cautiously open my eyes and am assaulted by the blindingly bright sun shining down on me. I look around, and see that I am lying on a small crater created by my body. There is rubble everywhere.
I hear the sound of men talking. "So which one do you think we should take?"
"I don't think it really matters they're all famous and they'll all do the job." What are they talking about?
"Yeah, I just want to know which one will look the most pathetic while we torture them." Voice A says.
Voice B chuckles and says. "Yeah."
No! I can't let any of them get hurt, but I also can't take down these men with their crazy robots. That leaves me with one option. "Take me!" I yell. That immedately gets their attention, and I can for the first time see their faces. Voice A belongs to a tall muscular man with a chiseled jaw and jet black hair, and Voice B belongs to a a slightly shorter, bearded man with glasses who is starting to go bald. They both look like they are in their late thirties to early forties.
Chiseled guy smiles maniacally as he walks over to me. "And why should we do that, bug? The others are more well-known."
He's right, but I can't let them get hurt when I can stop it. Then it hits me. I pull off my mask and look straight up at chiseled guy. "Because I'm a kid." He smiles and pulls something out and presses it to my neck. I feel a jolt of burning pain, and everything fizzles out to black.