MSI: Episode 1 Pt. 2: Introduction Tribes

MONKEY JOE - RED

Domino, Vision, Emma Frost, Jamie Madrox, Human Torch, Jamie Madrox, Thor, Jamie Madrox, Gambit, Black Widow, Deadpool and Jamie Madrox all appeared on a different beach. Their own part of the island.

            “Sorry. Rough teleporting.” Jamie Madrox clinched his fist and he absorbed his dups. One even dug his fingers in the sand not wanting to go. “Well isn’t this a tad on the crazy side? I was having a nice cup of Joe—”

            “Pun intended.” Deadpool snickered.

            “What?” Thor looked at Deadpool.

            Deadpool pointed to the red flag that waved near where they teleported. “That little rodent girl called us team Monkey Joe. It so isn’t a coincidence that Jaime was drinking coffee.”

            Black Widow waved the square in the air. “Important information, I assume.” She placed the square on the sand and pressed a button. A holographic image of Squirrel Girl appeared.

            “Hello, lovelies.” She winked and giggled. “The world is in danger and you are the only ones that can save it. Imagine that.” She jumped up and down.

“Mojo has babynapped the A-babies and the X-babies, strapped them in little cute bombs and is going to have them teleported to Earth and blown up.” She dropped her smile. “Key areas. In order to save them the game must maintain great ratings. Save the A and X-babies, have fun, be sent home and that’s that.” She dusted her hands. “Easy.

“You were given supplies and you may use your powers to make yourself comfortable. Don’t use your powers to damage anyone, maim, kill, ruin the beautiful face of anyone. Powers will be used in the challenges under the same guidelines.”

She cleared her throat. “Oh, and each team has their own telepath. They are useful in blocking the other from reading your team. They cannot dig around in your mind. That’s rule breaking and punishable by being sent to Mojo’s bedroom.” Her face enlarged. “Not joking. He’s deadly serious about that.

“And if you have seen, I haven’t, his bedroom, you know it’s disgusting and smells like wet back hair saved from Wolverine. Very gross. Huh Wolvie?” As if she could see who she was talking to she glanced at each one and continued, “Escaping isn’t possible and therefore Mojo doesn’t care if you try. It does make, for now, good TV.” Her index finger shot into the air. “Winner of this game will receive bragging rights and something that’ll make all this worth it. Have fun.” She grinned and disappeared.

            “Well that sucks.” Human Torch kicked a clump of sand. “Now what?”

            “I go squirrel hunting.” Deadpool pulled out one of his guns. “What kind of game doesn’t have a prize worth fighting for?”

            “You like to brag.” Human Torch folded his arms.

            Deadpool nodded. “That’s like the sun calling a campfire hot.”

            Gambit took in the surroundings. He walked over to a chest and kicked it. “What do we have here?”

           

            GAMBIT (Wearing only red swimming trunks and gloves and sitting on a rock near waves.): As part of the Thieves Guild we never overlooked a treasure chest. Always something interestin’ inside. (He paused) That isn’t something only thieves know. The brightest aren’t on my tribe. Including Deadpool. (He glimpsed over his shoulder) Had to make sure. He’s a killer. My charm doesn’t  work on that one.

            “A chest.” Deadpool folded his arms. “This is getting boring real fast.” He spotted a camera. “Oh, I need a close up.” He shoved his face into the camera. “Hello Mojoverse.” The camera pulled out of his hands and zoomed away. “My mask is on. There’s no way I could have scared you away that easily.”

            “I got starting a fire down.” Human Torch snapped his fingers. “And Thor can keep it from raining on us.” He wink-pointed at Thor. “I’ve caught a few Survivor episodes. At least I think I did. I don’t have a lot of down time. Or maybe I’m not a loser who stays home and watches TV.” He laughed at his own joke.

            “Not a good one.” Deadpool mumbled. “Amateur.”

            DEADPOOL (Wearing red shorts, t-shirt and his mask and sitting in the sand building a sand castle.): This is very relaxing. (He patted sand) Confessional? I do that already. What do you want me to say? How stupid everyone is? (He dug up more sand.) Have you ever made a sand-angel? Neither have I. Sand in your crotch area isn’t at all pleasant. Trust me. Thor knows.

            Emma Frost wrinkled her nose. “Use the restroom in the trees?”

            “Right.” Deadpool got on one knee holding up a gift. “Sorry my liege.”

            She took a step back. “What’s that?”

            Deadpool kept staring at the ground. “It’s a crown.” Made of leaves, twigs and his own snot for a personal touch. “Very personal.”

            Emma Frost scoffed.

            “Wear it so when you sit on your throne you can have a royal flush.” He snickered.

            “You think you’re a comedian of sorts?” Her skin turned into diamond.

            “You can’t hear those snickers.” He lifted his head and cupped one of his ears.

            Emma Frost punched him in the mouth five consecutive times. Each punch sounded like a rock hitting marshmallows. “I can’t hear that over you turning hick.” Two of his teeth fly out of his mouth, along with a few squirts of blood.

            He covered his mouth. “You better be glad you’re a lady.”

            “Is that why you lost against Squirrel Girl?” Emma Frost put her hand on her hip.

            “No.” He spit another tooth out.

            She waited, turned and gestured toward everyone. “We’re all waiting.”

            “Because she’s a squirrel. They’re mean, nasty little animals.” He glanced at the trees with a bit of fear.

            Black Widow moved toward Vision. “Any way out of here?”

            Vision stood without speaking. He shook his head. “Mojo is not an idiot. If it was indeed his plan to host a Survivor game with the super-powered, he’d secure the arena.” He shot up into the air, straight for the clouds. He reached a barrier. It didn’t shock him, knock him back down to the ground or kill him. He just couldn’t do anything. He punched, lasered, and tried to phase, but was pushed back into the island’s atmosphere. He punched again. Not a dent. He came back down. “Secure. For now. From in here.”

            VISION (He hovered above ground with his arms folded.): It’s a good thing I’m water proof.

            Emma Frost dropped her hands from her waist. “So later we’ll be able to leave?”

            Vision released a robotic snicker. “It is a slim chance that we might be able to. No fence is without a weakness. As of right now, we are not able to leave. Might as well give the viewing public a show. Just in case Squirrel Girl isn’t being forced to lie.”

            “Good thing we have me,” Domino said. “I’m pretty lucky.”

            “And stuck on herself.” Deadpool finger-spun one of his guns.

            “I heard that.” She walked to Gambit.

            “Right, no thought bubbles,” Deadpool said. Though he doesn’t need them. “I don’t?” Nope. “Then how…” Oh, this is how? Indeed.

            Gambit had popped open the chest and was rummaging through it.

            Domino leaned in looking.

            Gambit stopped rummaging. “Mademoiselle?”

            “Just lookin’.” She touched one of her guns.

            A playing card glowed in his gloved hand. He smirked and lowered the card into the chest. “We have rice, a few water jugs,” he grabbed a note and slipped it into his glove. Domino caught him. He winked and pulled his index finger to his lips. “And other stuff.” He tossed the glowing card behind him. It dispersed into harmless baby embers.

            Domino grabbed the water bottles and a map fell out from between them. She let go of the bottles and snatched the map. Unraveling it she saw an X. “A water map.” Disappointment for some reason. She lifted the bottles again. “Gambit, care to join me in filling these for everyone?”

            Gambit said, “Oui.”

            Domino and Gambit walked into the thick of the trees.

            Deadpool moved his head around. “Rolled my eyes. I’m rolling them right now!”

            “Dear, that’s really sad you have to shout that.” Emma Frost inspected her nails, picking dirt out of them with the heel of one of her shoes. “You should keep that to yourself. As well as the rest of your useless little thoughts.”

            Deadpool sighed. “So pretty and yet so douchey. How Cyclops could stand such a dry vag—”

           

            She shot him a glare. His mouth sealed. “Too easy. I can do this all day long.”

            Deadpool pulled out one of his guns and pointed them at her. He jerked his head up as if to say, “Dare me to pull the trigger.”

            “Very well. Keep your sexual fantasies to yourself.” She grinned. “By the way, I can read your thoughts without even trying.”

           

            “Violated.” He put his gun back in its holster. His hands went to his head as if that would block any view of his mind. “It could.”

            Emma Frost laughed.

            “I hope Mojo calls you to his bed. You’re insidebed manner must be something to moan for.” He might have winked. “I didn’t.” Hence might.

            EMMA FROST (Short red shorts and a t-shirt, she sat in the water allowing the waves to play under her.): I am tempted to turn Wade into a veggie. Temptation is strong in me. Though his healing powers would make it difficult. I like difficult. Though we’re not supposed to use our powers for evil. I could trip and accidently do it. (Acted as if tripped) Oh no I’ve lost control of my power. No more mind for Wade. (She laughed as if it took too much effort.)

            Deadpool grabbed a shirt and threw it in the fire Human Torch created. Jamie Madrox walked around shirtless looking for something. Thor silenced the wind to give the fire a chance to live away from Human Torch. Jamie Madrox collected dry branches. Jamie Madrox, Jamie Madrox, Jamie Madrox and Vision collected palm branches and anything else they could find to create a shelter. Black Widow gathered a few rocks and upon Emma Frost’s suggestion, took Deadpool to the beach to see who could shoot a rock from afar. Jamie Madrox went into the trees to assist Gambit and Domino with carrying the water bottles back.

TRIBE SLIPPY PETE - GOLD

            Mr. Fantastic stretched all over the camp telling everyone what they needed to be doing. Iron man and Rogue gathered the biggest trees they could find and Cyclops would use his optic blast to cut them into useable sizes that Spider-Man positioned for a great shelter. They followed Mr. Fantastic’s design.

            Iceman and Kitty Pryde returned with the water bottles filled with fresh water. Kitty Pryde opened the bottles and Iceman dropped a few ice cubes in each.

            Scarlet Witch stood on the beach trying to find a way out of their spacious prison. She waved her glowing hands in all directions and calling upon anything she could.

            Psylocke chopped tree branches into smaller pieces, piled them together and used two pieces of wood to start a fire.

            “Women know how to make fire?” Iron Man stood behind her.

            She scrutinized Iron Man, her eyes glowed purple. “I can slam your balls together hard enough to cause a spark.”

            He nodded. “Point taken.”

            “Go get me some dry grass.” Psylocke rolled her neck. “Please.”

            PSYLOCK (Her purple hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wore a light pink butterfly bikini. She sat in a tree with one leg dangling with a golden bandana tied around her ankle and her other leg pressed against her chest.): Stark doesn’t bother me. I can shove my psychic blade through that armor and all that you’d hear from him is squealing. And then I’d cook bacon with a side of sausage.

            Mr. Fantastic reformed and walked to Scarlet Witch. “Any progress?”

            She shook her head. “I can’t make any heads or tails of where we are let alone how to get us out. I’m sure we’re not the only ones trying both an escape and just in case preparing to play.”

            SCARLET WITCH (In a white shirt and gold shorts, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.): I don’t mind having a leader. I mind someone acting as if I am incapable of using my powers. I guess asking any progress isn’t exactly pushy, but it’s the way he said it. I’m hungry. We just have rice. What is this place? What’s the probability of getting real food here? (She grinned)

            Spider-Man placed the final log into place. “I think it looks cozy. Then again, a web I’ve spun looks cozy.” He shook his masked head. “I’m not a great judge.” He turned to Kitty Pryde. “What you think?”

            “You don’t have to wear that mask around us, we know who you are.” Then her face lit up. “Oh, about your workmanship?” She overly nodded her head. “It’s good.”

            Spider-Man pointed at his mask. “It’s comforting. I’m sure it’s not great to swim in. As a matter of fact, I know it’s not. This one time with Hydroman—”

            “I think I’ll try to phase through the upper part of this dome.” She turned to look for someone. “Right, Iron Man?”

            “What?” Spider-Man tossed up his hands. “I can’t give an antidote?”

            “I’ve fought bad guys with you.” She tilted her head allowing her brown hair to fall all to one side. “It’s overbearing.” She walked toward Iron Man and hopped into his arms.

            “And Tony isn’t?” Spider-Man mumbled under his breath.

            Iron Man faced Spider-Man. “What did you say to her? It seems to make me irresistible.”

            She knocked on his helmet. “Tin head…up-up and away. We have a location to breakout of.” Kitty Pryde pointed at the sky.

            A camera hovered nearby ready to follow.

            Iron Man’s rockets propelled them upward. The camera followed.

            Spider-Man lowered his head. “Overbearing? I thought I was witty and wonderful. Deadpool lied to me all this time?” He tripped over the treasure chest and it fell open. Some of the contents spread across the sand. The rice container and two pots. And something secretive. He shot a web and pulled the envelope back. “What do we have here?”

            Rogue walked over.

            Spider-Man’s left hand pointed toward the trees. He shot a web. “I’ll be back to clean up the mess.” He pulled himself toward the trees. “Just need a swinging moment to clear my head.”

            “Yeah, cause I ain’t cleaning up after no superhero.” She looked at the mess and picked up the rice container. “This is all we get to eat? I’m a growin’ southern girl. I ain’t got no time for rice and how unfilling it is. There’s gotta be chickens or something running around here.” She tossed the canister into the air and caught it.

            ROGUE (She wore gold shorts and a blue t-shirt with an X on it. She sat on a rock near the water.) Too much skin showing. If someone rolls over during the night, I might be deadly. Mr. Fantastic thought it would be a great idea to create a section just for me to sleep to keep everyone else safe. But space was kinda limited already. This might make me someone no one wants to have ‘round. I’m gonna have to play my southern charm a bit thicker than normal. (As if something just dawned on her.) And Spidey was hidin’ something. You don’t just make a mess and swing away. I make messes and fly. It’s much more respectable.

            “Who left this mess?” Cyclops lowered to the ground gathering all the items and putting them back into the chest.

            Rogue said, “Spider-Man. He just webbed away as if he had to save some redhead in distress.” She snickered to herself. “You must understand that on some level.”

            “Ha, ha Rogue.”

            “Ah, right, it’s blond now.” She put her hand on her waist. “Must be their big brains that got you all interested.” She handed him the rice container.

            He took it and placed it into the chest. “Big brains do demand a lot of attention.” He looked around. “Where’s Kitty?”

            Rogue eyed the sky. “Iron Man and her are tryin’ to breakout.”

            Cyclops didn’t squint when he saw the bottom of Iron Man’s boots rocketing a bright, burning light. “Knowing Mojo, we are not leaving until the game is finished and it was a good show.”

            “That’s what Squirrel Lady said. How do you become part squirrel? Ooze in a tree?”

Cyclops shrugged. “I’m hungry.” He grabbed a pot and the container of rice.

            “Talking about squirrels made you hungry? Are you sure you’re not southern?”

            Cyclops smirked. “I’m sure.”

            “You could be honorary, you know?”

“Bring me some water and we can get something started.”

            “Iceman, where’s that water?” Rogue asked.

            Iceman brought over a few containers. “Why? You making rice? Does that mean I have to go back and fill them up? Again?”

            “Got something better to do?” Cyclops asked.

            Iceman bit his lip. “Yeah. Nothing. Something I like doing.”

            Psylocke stood. “Finished. Nice fire.”

            Cyclops created a stand with a few thick branches from unused tree limbs. He hung the pot on a branch over the fire, poured in water and waited. “There’s got to be something else to eat on this section of the island. Who wants to hunt?”

            Psyclock closed her eyes and released a controlled breath. “I only sense us in this area. No animals.”

            CYCLOPS (In blue shorts and a golden t-shirt. He wore his visor.) Everything is in shades of red, but it’s all I’ve ever known. I’m not bothered by it. Though if there’s a challenge having to do with color coordinating, we might lose. (He leaned against a tree, arms folded.) The three telepaths that I’ve happened to have a relationship with on the same island…that’s not a coincidence. (He stopped and thought a moment.) Maybe I have dated all known telepathic women at least once. Their minds are too hot to pass up. (He tilted his head to the side as if he heard a question.) Scarlet Witch being put on the same tribe is also not a coincidence. I might be able to use that to my advantage.

            Cyclops peered at the ocean. “So there’s no fish?”

            Psylocke shook her head.

            “We can’t just survive on rice.” Cyclops poured two cups of rice into the boiling water.

            Iron Man lowered, the sound begging for attention, the sand moving out of his way and Kitty Pryde grinning from ear to ear. She jumped out of his arms.

            “Nothing.” She glanced up and shook her head. “I couldn’t phase through and he couldn’t do anything either. His performance was lackluster.”

            Iron Man’s face plate opened revealing Tony Stark inside. He rolled his eyes. “Attacking my bedroom manner in such a subtle way isn’t very kitty like. Do you need your annual declawing?”

            “All I have to do is phase and pass through your suit and that’s that, Iron Boy.” She turned on her heels. “I’m going to find Iceman and we’re going to flash freeze some fish.”

            Psylocke shook her purple ponytail.

            “Not even Nemo?” Kitty Pryde asked?

            Psylocke shook her head again.

            “Well Mojo sucks hardcore.”

            The rice finished. Cyclops called everyone over and gave out small bowls of rice. They didn’t have much to talk about other than who should be leader during challenges, sleeping arrangements and how to spend their time. Spider-Man returned with a cheesy grin on his face. Had a bowl of rice and said he was sorry for leaving the mess. Cyclops moved next to Scarlet Witch and whispered something. Her mouth curved into a smirk.

TIPPY-TOE – ORANGE

            Wolverine’s head emerged from the ocean. “Nothing but water in every direction.”

            Beast scratched his head. “It is just a creation from Mojo. What did we expect? Realism?”

            “Das nicht gut.” Nightcrawler crouched on his legs. His blue tail flicked behind him. “Rice’s gut companion food.”

            “What does that mean?” Wiccan sat in the sand picking up a clump of it and let it fall between his fingers.

            “That it’s gut with other food, not just alone.” Nightcrawler stood. “I will go scout one more time. Aluf Weidersane.” He teleported.

            “I’m a growing boy, just rice isn’t going to work.” Wiccan stood, dusting off his hands.

            Wolverine made it back on shore. He shrugged. “Not much any of us can do for you, bub. We got no food to help you grow.”

            “Keep hydrated.” Beast pointed his index finger to the sky as if making an important point. “The sun, though not real as our sun, is still quite powerful representation. The water, though this area isn’t, is real. Drink.”

            Wolverine elbowed Wiccan. “You didn’t know a mother could be so beastly?”

            “According to your former leader, my mother is beastly.” Wiccan smirked and then sighed.

            “Scott is passionate for all the wrong things.” Wolverine’s claws crept out of his left hand. “Don’t let me focus on that. We have to find food somewhere.”

WICCAN (sat on the sand, knees up to his chest. Wearing an orange t-shirt and shorts. His black hair was everywhere.): I don’t know what to think. I’m the youngest one out here. I’m the only one from the Young Avengers. Why me? I don’t know what good I’m going to be to all these veterans. I did pay attention the splitting of the tribes. It appears they were trying to even each one out. X-Men and Avenger ratios seemed even. Leaders. Flyers. I can fly. (He levitated and then lowered.) I also am like my mother. I can manipulate probabilities. Not as greatly as she, but good enough. I think Domino has a similar ability on a smaller scale. I haven’t shared that with anyone. I don’t see how relevant that is to our current situation of only being able to eat rice. I can’t just eat rice. There’s not even a rat to eat. Where are all the animals? 

            Back at camp Captain America, Invisible Woman and Jean Grey were putting the finishing touches on the shelter. Thing helped by moving several boulders out of the way.

            The three walked in and Thing’s face lit up. “Any luck, shorty?”

            Wolverine shook his head.

            Thing dropped a boulder and the ground shook. “What’s Mojo tryin’ to do? Starve us to death?”

            Jean Grey lowered the last of the leaves on the roof of the makeshift shelter. “That’s not in his best interest. He wants to keep us all alive for the ratings. Squirrel Girl is right, he loves those ratings.” She wanted to knock all the floating cameras away, but saying what she said reminded her of how important it was to remain calm.

            “Any luck finding the other teams or any source of life?” Beast grabbed his water bottle and took a sip.

            Jean Grey’s shoulders dropped. “Nothing. I can’t find any signs of the other tribes.”

            “What does that mean?” Invisible Woman asked.

            “They’re not dead.” Jean Grey turned toward her. “They’re shielded. Either by their telepaths or by Mojo’s technology.”

            “Or we’re not all in the same place,” Wiccan said to no one.

            Black-blue smoke exploded and Nightcrawler landed on the sand. The smell of burnt eggs stuck around longer than necessary. “Und nothing. I searched as far as I could.” His blue tail jerked from side to side. “Nice haus.”

            Wind blew sand and the unused palm branches to the side. Storm landed. “The shielding is impenetrable. Lightning bolts caused not a single dent.”

            JEAN GREY (Her red hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wore orange shorts and a tank top. She sat on a branch with her legs dangling over.): Too much stress on figuring it all out. I think it might trigger a reoccurrence of a never dying bird. (Her eyes flickered flames.) I’m trying to remain calm despite the hunger pains. Rice isn’t going to cut it. I might break out of this prison, kill Mojo and eat his fat self until satisfied. (Her eyes rolled halfway around.) If he placed us in outer space, breaking out will kill everyone, so be it and I’ll find Mojo and he’ll choke on his own spit. He better give us more than rice. (She glared into the camera, flames burst out of both eyes and then she smiled.)

           

            Captain America was shirtless and in orange swimming shorts. “We’ve tried to escape to no avail.” He took a swig of water. “I believe we can continue to try and maybe even try when we come together for this challenge Squirrel Girl said we must all partake in. It appears our only way out of this game is to play it to the fullest.”

            “Hey, Cap, that sounds a lot like compliance.” Wolverine slouched on a log not having enough energy to stand up and point. “X-Men and Avengers don’t give up.”

            Invisible Woman poured some rice into a pot with some water. She held it over a flame with an invisible force field. “Captain America is right. We can’t put forth all our effort in trying to escape if we can’t escape. Why not just play the game?”

            “Suzie, we can’t let fat slob win. He needs a good clobbrin’.” Thing punched his rocky fist into his rocky palm. It sounded like rock hitting rock.

            Captain America stood. “I’m not fortunate enough to understand what hunger feels like. This rice eating will not be sufficient.”

            “Must be really hard being so perfect,” Wiccan grumbled.

           

            He heard Wiccan but ignored the comment. “We have to be a strong team. One that wins to keep us from being put where they put the losers.”

            “What do you mean?” Wiccan counted blades of grass that peeked out from behind several trees.

            “They have to place the losers somewhere and if—” Captain America stared into space.

            Everyone followed suit.

            Jean Grey grinned. She pulled them all into one area where their thoughts connected. She explained that sharing a plan in front of cameras wasn’t bright. Captain America apologized. He had forgotten that they were being watched. She accepted his apology and said that she would transmit to everyone his plan for anyone that gets voted off when they come together at the Immunity Challenge.

NIGHTCRAWLER (No shirt and wearing orange shorts, a striking contrast against his blue skin. He hung upside down on a tree branch using his tail. His hair fell in the shape of a black triangle): I don’t know what is happening. Trying to make sense of it all. Make something of it. Hunger is making it hard to think. I like my tribe. Or team. It’s decent. People I like. I found something that looks important. A hidden immunity idol. (He dangled a black X within a circle hanging on a string.) It’ll keep me from having to go where the loser’s holding pen. Unless…right. Cameras. (He grinned.)

            Invisible Woman held up a sheet of aged paper. “Looks like we have a message.” She waved it in the air.

            Everyone sat around the fire savoring the last bit of rice in their bowls. They looked up at Invisible Woman.

            Nightcrawler teleported behind her. “Tree Kettenpanzer.”

            “What?” Wiccan asked.

            “Tree Mail.” Nightcrawler scratched the back of his head.

            “Mail is less to say, Elf.” Wolverine snickered.

            Captain America nodded toward Invisible Woman. “Read it.”

            Invisible Woman read the piece of paper, “The following is a hint of what the Immunity Challenge will entail. All will be tied in a triangle ready to pull, and one the other two will lull. The final across the line will sit for Tribal Council Time.”

            “A poem to tell us what we’ll do?” Storm stretched. The wind picked up, pushing her white hair in a swirl.

            “Try not to knock down our hard work.” Jean Grey pointed toward the preciously built nature house.

            Storm closed her eyes and the wind died down. “Sorry.”

            “I don’t do poems.” Thing folded his arms.

            Wolverine knocked his fist on Thing’s head. “We know, rock skull.”

            Thing pulled his arm back ready to sock him in the face. Wolverine held up his hands and scooted away.

           

            “Oh, there’s more.” Invisible Woman pointed to the bottom of the paper. “We are to stand where we appeared and we’ll be transported to the challenge location.”

            “When?” Captain America asked.

            “When the paper turns our tribe’s color, orange.” Invisible Woman dropped the paper on the ground. “We’re going to use rope, that’s for sure.”

            Wiccan picked up the paper and reread it. “Probably something to do with tug-of-war.”

            “Ja, a variation.” Nightcrawler pointed with a finger. “Well done jung Avenger.” He patted him on the back. 

to be continued...