stxrksarc:
antvnger:
“We shall!”
Scott walked through the door and pulled up the map of the building. “Okay, looks like five more civilians are just below us. Sounds good. Better they’re all packed together than all spread out, considering the time limit we’ve got. C’mon,” he waved for Tony to follow.
When they get to the next floor, Scott checked the readout and followed to a door leading to the other citizens. He was about to say something, but before he could, there was a loud crash as something slammed through the door and into Scott.
“OoooOOOooooOOOOoooh….” Scott shook his head and wobbled a bit. “These guys came to play.”
As the robots of Calculon’s TV family burst through the door and into Scott, the great actor himself rushed into the doorway, placing his hand to his chest and proclaiming, “I am here, but it wouldn’t be an entrance from the great CALCULON without a dramatic…”
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“PAUSE!”
“It’s us against All My Circuits?” Tony scoffed. “Oh, this’ll be the easiest one yet.”
Instead of going on the offense, he drifted over to Calculon with aid from the Cloak of Levitation.
“You’re a second rate guilty pleasure who belongs on screens up to sixty inches max, and your barbecue sauce is weak.”
The insult lead to Calculon throwing himself to his knees in a fit of sobs as the rest of his TV family rushed to comfort him, and Tony rushed to the door where the rest of the civilians where. He yanked on the handle, but it jammed instantly.
“Locked out. Would you like to do the honors?”
“It would be my pleasure,” Scott grinned smugly. He lifted the hammer and gave it a wink. “Do you thing, Jonathan, you awesome hammer you.”
He spun the hammer until it was a blur then let it go, and it rammed into and through the door, opening it wide open. He extended his hand, and Mjölnir flew back into his hand. “That never gets old.”