"And another one bites the dust
Oh, why can I not conquer love?
And I might've thought that we were one
Wanted to fight this war without weapons"
Where a man with a rubber soul struggles to bounce back from his mistakes.
Act 1: Rubber Soul ¬ Civil W...
"Do you see him yet?" One of the bank robbers asked.
One of the most popular banks in all of New York was currently being robbed, three robbers. One of whom was in the main area of the bank, keeping the hostages in check.
The other two were by the vault, unimaginable riches being held inside. And the three were determined to get it.
One of the robbers was very clearly the leader, as he sported an odd outfit, courtesy of his supplier.
"Nah...we're good" The leader explained, as the guy with him kept drilling into the vault.
"Alright...and are you sure uh...that things gonna work?" The crouching guy asked, motioning to a turret.
The leader of the group had earned his leader status not due to his particularly genius intellect, but because he got his hands on tech from a mysterious 'Tinkerer'.
One of the Tinkerers new inventions was a turret of sorts, standing at a massive 6 feet tall, its said to be able to take down the likes of the Hulk. Overkill if anything.
"Listen, you stick to breaking the vault...and my supplier will stick to making shit" The leader brushed off.
The other robber sighed, as he continued to crack the vault, while the leader finished setting up the turret, flipping a switch to turn it on.
It glowed a bright purple and started rattling, not in the way normal things should rattle, but the way something would rattle if it was about to explode.
"Should it...be making that noise?" The crouching robber asked, as the leader crossed his arms looking down at him.
"You know, when I hired your ass I didn't think you'd ask so many goddamn questions" The leader groaned.
The robber in the main area of the bank was waving his gun around, as there were scared screams and soft weeps.
"Just shut up already!" The robber rudely ordered. "Aint no one coming to save you!"
"Yeah, you heard em!" You angrily yelled, standing by the door. "Just give up"
The robber turned to you quickly, pointing his gun at you, you blocked the first shot with your shield, which were still the Captain America colours, before throwing it at the robber.
The robber was of course sent flying and his gun slid on the floor close to a toddler, as he confusedly looked at it.
"Uh...Don't touch that" You warned the kid before heading towards the vault.
"Holy shit, is that him?" The crouched robber asked as the vault finally opened.
The leader looked down into the hallway, smirking as he saw you calmly sauntering up to the two, still at the other end.
"Yeah...that's him alright" The leader chuckled.
He reached down to the floor, where his purple helmet was kept, as he adjusted his collar, determined to make this his final score.
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