"Stop staring at me."
Night Thrasher plunged his fork into a pile of steaming American pancakes. Every single person in the restaurant was watching him as he ate. He liked that. He liked the positive attention.
"Did we really have to come here in our costumes?" Justice asked as he drank a cup of coffee whilst sitting across the table.
"Well... what if a crime happens on the way? I'd have to spend 5 minutes getting dressed while YOU go and save the day! I don't like that."
"Well... why don't you want to join the team?"
"Because YOU'RE in it Astrovik! Same with Firestar, that kid who picked a fight with Iron Man that one time... and Goliath."
"When did you start to hate me Dwayne? Is it because of Stamford?"
"No. It's not because of Stamford... it's because you went and supported that goddamn registration act thing!"
"Well... the SHRA was never created. It never came to that.... have you talked to Speedball recently?"
"Is it Speedball or Penance now? I have no idea... I talked to him a few nights ago. He was the one who talked me into getting back in the costume."
"Right... what about... Rage? How's he been?"
"I haven't seen him in mo-"
Night Thrasher glanced to the right to see an old woman carrying a clipboard looking down at him.
"Payment please." She said coldly.
"Right. For the pancakes." Night Thrasher muttered as he pulled out a couple of dollars. "Here."
"It's not enough."
"What?! That money's more then enough!"
"We charge extra for terrorists..."
"Goliath! Get off the street! You're disrupting traffic!" Firestar yelled as hovered above the streets.
"I'm sorry Firestar!" Goliath muttered as he turned towards her. "But this is the only way I can get around!"
"Why not just run across the buildings with your acrobatics?"
"DO I LOOK LIKE AN ACROBAT TO YOU?!"
"Same for you too Prodigy! You need to stop almost landing on people!"
"Well! The only way I can get around is by jumping really far!"
"Well... HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHERE I'M GOING TO LAND?!" Prodigy yelled as he climbed up the building's fire escape.
""Sigh." You two need to invest in some useful super po-"
"What was that?" Prodigy asked.
"No idea." Firestar muttered. "Time to find out."
"Look. I'm just saying! The terrorism thing was a bit too far." Justice muttered as he followed Night Thrasher down the street.
"LOOK! I was drunk okay?! I wasn't thinking clearly!"
"There's another thing! When did you start drinking? I remember when you almost took down the Punisher in hand to hand combat! What's happened to you?!"
"I... grew up."
Justice hovered down to the pavement and placed his hand on Night Thrasher's shoulder.
"Dwayne... how did you survive Stamford?" He asked.
"...I let one of my friends die..."
"THIS IS STUPID!" Prodigy yelled as he sprinted across the rooftop. "WHY ARE WE EVEN DOING THIS?!"
"Working for Iron Man. I mean... he doesn't like us! Well maybe he does... but I don't like him!"
"Oh my god can you shut up?! We're nearly here!"
"Oh good." Prodigy muttered. "A loser for us to beat the crap out of!"
"You'll all flee in fear..." A voice said.
"BEFORE THE POWERS OF MR DOLL!"