----- January 12th, 2012 - East Harlem, New York -----

"Are you sure we're at the right place?"

Peter and I were standing on the roof of a building across from where the tracker lead us. Peter was perched on the edge. 

He looks over to me, "I mean if you actually got it to work then the signal definitely comes from in there."

He looks back across the street. Cars were driving past down below and lights were shining both in windows and in the streets.

I look threw a couple walls to see a few guys lounging around. Boxes from a few corporations were scattered around. Roxxon, Rand, A.I.M, Stark. In a back room there was another guy, but he looks completely out of place.

He was missing an arm and looked like he was working on something. Is that Tombstone? 

No, he doesn't exactly look like he's 'made of marble'.

"It's a garage. Why are they hiding out there of all places?" I ask rhetorically.

"How bout we sneak inside and find out."

Peter jumps off the roof and I jump after him. We hop inside through a window on the roof. Peter crawls along the walls as I walk along the ceiling. We move to the back wall and drop to the floor. 

Peter goes into a few different poses. From a crouching position to puffing out his chest with his hands on his hips. 

He eventually settles for leaning against the wall. I stood there with my arms crossed while watching the whole thing. 

Eventually we both face forward and Peter lets out a cough to get their attention. Two of them glance backward for a second before standing and facing us completely. The other three turn toward us surprised.

I motion to all the boxes around the room, "It doesn't take x-ray vision to see that you're up to no good."

"What the hell are you two doin' here?" One of them speaks up.

"I think you know the answer to that already."

He pulls out a gun and aims it at us. But Peter pulls it away with his webs.

"Would you like to try that again?" I ask.

The others stand up a bit angrily.

"Get 'em!" Another yells.

I look to Peter as the Five of them run at us, "Think we can beat them in five minutes?"

"Make it four," he tells me.

"Three it is then," I say as one of them punches my jaw.

The guy steps back holding his hand and screaming. Peter lures two of the guys to him, leaving me with the other three. 

With one of the three off holding his hand in pain, the other two run at me. I side step one and freeze the hand of the other as he swings at me with my breath. The moment he lands a punch the ice shatters, shattering a couple of his fingers.

He drops to the ground yelling at the top of his lungs, While his friend spins around and tries to hit me. Before he lands a hit, I grab his fist mid throw. In an act of desperation, he headbutts me but only succeeds in knocking himself out. 

The first guy from earlier recovers and runs at me once more. I just dodge, kick him in the back of the knee causing it to snap, and slam his head to the ground.

I look over towards Peter to see one of the guys he was fighting flying straight at me. I move to the side as he hits into the wall. Peter webs him so he can't move while he walks up next to me.

He looks down at the guys I fought, "Did you just break that guys knee?"

I grin, "Still alive, ain't he?"

Peter thinks to himself a moment but eventually slowly nods.

I point to a door along the back wall, "There's someone back there."

We head through the door to see the one-armed man with his back toward us. He continues working on whatever he was doing, not bothering to face us.

"I've managed to make a temporary formula, but without having a sample of the original I can't make it permanent," he says out of nowhere. 

Peter just looks over to me confused. The guy must think we're one of Tombstones guys. Peter and I move closer, causing the man to turn to us.

"Oh, You're not one of them. Thank god, You've gotta help me."

"Who are you? Why do you need help?," Peter asks the man.

"My is Dr. Curt Connors. They brought me here against my will, I've been stuck in this room for the past four days."

I look at the table behind him, "And why would Tombstone need a scientist?"

The table was filled with vials, boxes, and a shit ton of stolen lab equipment.

Dr. Connors grimaces as he looks around at the stuff around the room, "He for some reason expects me to be able to recreate the drug that made him what he is."

"What do you mean 'made him what he is'?" Peter and I both ask.

Connors looks at us confuses, "You mean you don't know?"

"Know what?"

He blinks a few times in surprise before explaining, "When he was younger, he was exposed to a drug that mutated his cells. His touch is as cold as ice with skin equally as hard as marble as his followers say."

"Cold as Ice, Hard as Marble... What else would you call a Tombstone?"

The three of us turn to the door to see a very big albino man leaning against the doorway. That is one hefty hefty black albino man. Definitely Tombstone.

"So you two are the punks messing with my people," He says as a few of said people run the door to the sides.

"Oh I'll do more than just mess with your people if you continue with whatever it is you're planning," I smirk at him.

Peter gets closer to Connors as Tombstone walks to just 5 feet away from me. Like he's sizing me up. He lets out a boisterous laugh. Then soon after his men join his laughing.

"Nah, You don't look like a threat." 

I don't look like a threat? The same person who's killed hundreds of Nazis? And has literal superpowers. Oh and not to mention, found out just last year I'm a literal Norse God. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Threat? No no no Of course not. I'm much more worse than that."

Tombstone backs up and looks to his men, "Go get the Bikes ready. The tower goes boom tonight. I'll deal with them."

His men run out of the room leaving him facing me. I turn to Peter and Connors to my right.

"Get Dr. Connors out of here. I got thi--"

I go flying through the wall and land on the ground. Tombstone slowly steps through the hole in his wall. I slowly get up. Surprisingly, I may feel that in the morning. That felt like a train and a jet ramming into me at like Mach 5.

"Had enough?," He asks me.

I grin and spread my arms, "I can do this all day."

He just runs at me causing me to laugh like a madman. He rams into me and essentially lifts me. We go smashing through a bunch of walls. I keep punching his neck and kicking his chest. 

As we go through a restaurant I yell, "Waiter, Table for Two!!"

And an apartment, "Oh, You've redecorated. I don't like it."

We eventually land in an alleyway. He throws me into another wall, only denting it. I hit my head against it. Things are looking kinda blurry but I stand up after trying for a minute.

He grabs me by my cape and throws me into the wall once more, causing me to go limp. Still conscious but unmoving. Not gonna lie, he hits hard.

He grabs my cape once more and drags me out the alley. We were near the edge of Manhattan.

 He lifts me to eye level, "Hope you know how to swim, Superfreak."

He throws me out into the Hudson. I'm pretty sure I'm closer to Jersey than Manhattan now.

Way too tired to fly now. I think I'll just let myself drift towards the city for a bit. Then I'll take a cab or a train. 

I'll get him back for this. But I need to check on Peter first.

But now, I think I'll just drift.

Maybe take a quick nap.

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A/N: felt weird writing a scene where Supes gets his ass handed to him. It's definitely not something that'll happen a lot but you know, It's early days... Oh and also cuz of plot reasons so I can do what I want lol.