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But I have friends too! Meet my star performers!” I have been watching your performances with great interest, as well as that of your friends.

Hawkeye is about to fire off a flare arrow when the lights suddenly come on, revealing the main factory floor has been converted into a three-ring circus ground! A series of raised catwalks crisscrosses the floor, forming a mazelike upper level.Ĭyclops barely has time to notice that his portable Cerebro unit is active indicating there is a mutant of significant power nearby, before a gravelly voice comes over a hidden loudspeaker.

Seems the Circus of Crime used the name deliberately. It looks to be condemned, but some bricks have crumbled on the facade, revealing an old faded marquee for Cheezo the Clown’s Coney Island Circus Show. “Let’s go.”Ībout half an hour later, the heroes arrive at the address in Coney Island to find yet another warehouse, one that was once converted into a factory. “Coney’s not that far away,” Cyclops says. “It’s gonna hurt real bad when I hit you, wall-crawler.” I get that a lot when I’m in this position.”Ĭage grins. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?” asks Spider Man. The two stare at each other for a moment. “Looks like a clue to me, Scoob.” He turns around, coming face to upside-down face with Spider-Man. “Because some fool circled a warehouse here with a big, fat, red magic marker,” says Power Man, pointing at the map. “I think I know where to look,” he says, holding up a map of Coney Island, circa 1945.

Spider-man, hanging upside-down on his webbing, slowly descends into the midst of the group. Scattered among robotic schematics and diagrams are several unfinished robotic frames and one robotic head bearing the likeness of Machinesmith himself. With the help of Cyclops’s optic blasts and Power Man’s fists, the heroes break through a series of false walls that lead into what was, until recently, the Machinesmith’s secret lab. All five heroes concentrate their attacks on the head, until a few minutes later when the robot suddenly stops moving and falls over stiffly, managing a final “HULK…SMASH…” before falling permanently silent. Unshielded, the delicate mechanisms that animate the robot begin to fail. The green machine seems to be shrugging off most of the damage, until Spider Man decides to attack the head directly. “One thing at a time,” says Cyclops, firing at the Hulk robot again. “This room is a lot bigger than it looks,” he says. “Definitely not the Hulk.”ĭaredevil’s radar sense reveals something odd.

“Nope,” says Hawkeye firing an incendiary arrow. Sparks fly from the exposed robotic “brain” as it slowly stands upright.

He connects solidly, knocking it back a full ten feet, splintering crates and dropping it to its knees. Power Man charges the Hulk robot, giving it his best Sunday punch. of solid muscle,” finishes Cyclops, distracting the robot with a full-force optic blast. “Time to introduce this robotic wannabe to my steel-hard skin…” begins Power Man. “You fought the…?” asks Power Man, circling the green behemoth, awaiting an opening.

“I’ll say one thing for Machinesmith,” says Hawkeye, ducking, “he really nailed Hulk’s personality.” “HULK…SMASH…HULK…SMASH…” The robotic Hulk grabs a nearby crate and hurls it at the heroes.

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