Chapter 4
Steve slammed his head into the table. They’d been at this for days now, fuelled on coffee and pizza, and they were getting nowhere.
“He blew up a casino?” he said, head still on the table.
“Sonically too,” said Peter, who was hung upside down from the ceiling out of boredom.
“Peter, who said you could be here?” asked Tony, who’d only just realised he was there.
“Thirty-two of America’s finest in one fell swoop.” Maybe if he ignored Tony, he would be able to stay. “I gotta admit, that takes balls. And a lot of science.” Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, but decided that pretending he wasn’t there was probably best. In the end, what harm could a few pictures of dead bodies do that his ‘accident’ hadn’t already done?
“He’s a criminal, Peter. Lets focus on that.” Although he would never admit it, Tony was at his limit. He desperately needed sleep, and the largest whiskey he had.
“How do we even know it’s the same guy? There were no bullets,” Steve tried, but he was at his limit too. Nat chucked him a picture of an undestroyed bit of wall. On it, was the exact outline of one of the bullets in yellow spray paint, covered by the words ‘NO MORE’ in black. He had a point to make, and according to the press, he was making it.
Vision came rushing into the room, waving around a fresh file.
“The analysis of the bullets is back. They’re solid gold, and only fit one type of gun,” he said, slamming the file on the table underneath Peter, who nearly landed on top of him.
“Which is?” pushed Tony. He wasn’t one for beating about the bush.
“A colt revolver, which, according to legend, can kill demons.”
“So you’re saying he’s wiping out the demons?” Steve raised an eyebrow. He’d dealt with some insane people before – he dealt with Loki – but this was a whole new level. It was so much easier before he got frozen.
“Its what he may believe, yes,” Vision stepped back and pressed his fingers together, slightly proud of what he’d just delivered.
“I think I know who it is,” stated Tony before he ran from the room.