EVERYTHING WENT DOWNHILL AFTER MAX ALMOST BURNT HIS PANTS OFF. For some reason, Robin pissed off a tiger, the tiger roared loudly, Max freaked, he almost burnt his own pants off.

Why was there a tiger? Excellent question, when Hill said that their mission was tracking down a weirdo gang called 'The Destroyers' she didn't mention they'd end up in a zoo. 

Giselle and Robin acted like the stereotypical kids going to the zoo, Giselle smiling widely, probably the first time she'd gone to one since she ran away from home, Robin whooping and asking if she could buy popcorn. Ramiro sighed, saying he'd track down the leader from the van, which Robin had christened 'The Getaway Car' for no particular reason. 

"Why in a zoo?" Max asked with a small frown, Earl looked as confused as he.

"Hill and Mr. Stark seemed to think they're here..." The britt looked around furtively as if expecting someone to attack him. "...or they were pulling my leg, that happens every now and then."

"But I've got tickets!" Robin cried, looking devasted. "We can't not go!" Giselle nodded, Hazel sighed, and Max shrugged.

"As long as we find those guys...feel free to." He turned to Earl, who was frowning at his phone, Max peered at it. "What happened?" He asked quietly, Robin gaping at a capuchin who stuck out its tongue at her.

"Something's interfering with my signal on their location." Earl's eyes narrowed to the screen, tipping it lower for Max to see, indeed, where a few minutes ago a convenient google maps leading to the location was now a frozen screen. Max frowned.

"Do you have a contact with Rami-"

"Guys! I think this capuchin is Peter's long-lost cousin!" Robin shouted, Giselle giggled, Noah's lips twitched into a smile, Earl rolled his eyes, but seemed to agree, and Hazel snorted. Max looked over at the capuchin, which was picking his nose, sticking out its tongue, and giving Robin the middle finger. Earl frowned.

"No capuchin in history did that." He looked at it suspiciously, Max was tempted to laugh.

"Yeah, it's an evil capuchin," Robin said in a very matter-of-fact way, Giselle had moved on though, as did everyone. Probably tired of the capuchin and its rude gestures.

Max and Earl were so caught up in the phone, that they didn't realize they'd walked uphill, way too close to the tiger enclosure, they heard a gasp, and the sound of pictures snapping.

"Guys-" Hazel began to warn, Max and Earl looked up, and an earsplitting roar filled the air.

Max really didn't blame himself for freaking out, a roaring tiger is scary enough without a bunch of weird muscly people jumping out of the bushes. Hazel's hands went on fire, Giselle's hand dove into her bag, searching madly for a  weapon, Robin whipped out her bow, and Earl suddenly had a sword in hand, its tip pointed to the ground.

Cool. This would be a fun way to die.

One of the men pointed a gun at Earl, who had a calm expression as if he was merely visiting the zoo with his family instead of being an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. on a mission to kill. "Drop your weapons." The guy ordered, a greek accent heavy on his words.

"I don't have one," Max said indignantly, looking at Earl, waiting for him to order them into battle. The guy glared at him and pointed his gun, and then tapped his ear.

"We've got the S.H.I.E.L.D Agents- OOF." Before he could finish the sentence, the bars of the tiger's cage wrapped around him, throwing him away. Max only hoped he ended up in the chicken coop, and not the one with the wolves. The rest freaked out, apparently, nobody told them someone with magnetic powers was with them. The pyrokinetic turned slightly, Giselle had a determined look in her eyes, her silver flute posed, ready for her to burst into a song. 

"It's inhuman." One of the thinner guys said. A big one grunted. They rushed in, thirteen total, Earl's sword flashed in the sun, looking like a knight ready for battle, Hazel shoved Giselle behind her, Robin happily shot away at them, a guy with a mop of curly hair attempted to punch Max, he sidestepped, shoving him the process, unfortunately, Curly didn't fall, instead punching Max in the stomach.

"Need a bit of help?" Earl asked politely, clocking one of them in the head with the hilt of the sword. Max recognized 'All-Star' playing on the flute frantically.

"I don't think so-" Max paused to light his hand on fire, melting a bullet someone shot at him. 

"Do we kill them?" Hazel inquired, kicking a guy as he attempted to rip her coat off. Max was slightly irritated that they didn't get to change into their super suits, but there was nothing to do about it.

"No!" Earl shouted, whacking Big Guy 3#'s leg with the flat of the blade, and getting punched in the jaw, which he didn't seem to enjoy. Max ducked another fist, just in time to get punched in the stomach again. Hard. If he would have eaten more popcorn, it would have got gross really quickly.

But suddenly, his attacker froze, falling down limply, a blue Iron Man-style armor stood behind the body, hand outstretched, Ramiro's voice echoed from inside. "What did I miss?"

Max groaned. "Me getting my ass kicked...Hazel being an overprotective sister, Giselle chucking a guy with the cage's bars- Shit!" He jumped up. "Giselle! The tiger-"

"I know!" She hissed, beginning something that sounded like Beethoven, the tiger looked awfully irritated for a fight scene to be happening so close to his enclosure. 

"Hill told the authorities about the fight," Ramiro reported, blasting another guy into a tree. "And ordered me to fight, but to leave a few guys alive."

"So we can kill?" Hazel asked exasperatedly as someone slashed at her with a knife, Giselle knocked her down, effectively blocking the knife, and continued her one-girl Beethoven concert. Earl shot her a glare.

"I'd like to keep my Lawful Moral status," Earl told them, beginning a duel with a guy wearing a floppy gat. "If you don't mind-"

 "Stop talking!" Floppy hat said, sounding tired and annoyed. "This is a fight, not a dancy party-"

"It's a party now!" Max pointed out. "We've got music, we've got a Stark, we've got a...um...a tiger." 

"And also a pyrokinetic about to be stabbed- DUCK!" Ramiro shouted, blasting away a few more, but Max and Hazel both ducked, Max felt a knife almost take off his head, and Hazel said a few words that Max didn't know, but he was pretty sure they didn't mean 'fluffy teddy bears and cookies.'

Apparently, the Destroyers sucked at fighting, since they were beaten effortlessly, Hazel alternating between punching and throwing fireballs, Ramiro calmly blasting everything in sight, Giselle (who had finished Beethoven) was mostly relying on her flute, singing High Hopes with such spirit that a few tree branches decided to join the party, swatting at the attackers if Max wasn't busying trying to get a guy who looked suspiciously like someone had dropped a building on his face to stop punching every piece of him.

"Knock it off!" Max told him, punching at him, his hand ablaze, the guy hopped back, cursing HYDRA. "Can I kill-"

"FINE!" Earl shouted, irritated with Floppy Hat, who was dancing out of his sword's reach. "Just don't make it too disgusting this is a zoo- Ivanov, I just said not too disgusting."

Max stole a glance at Hazel, who had an insulted face, a steaming little puddle next to her. "It's not my fault the idiot had petrol with him." Giselle and Robin both looked sick, and Max was pretty sure that under the Iron-Tech mask, Ramiro was attempting to throw up.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, please take a picture of that puddle and send it to Morgan with the text 'Ramiro's at work and this is what his friend did'" Ramiro ordered. "Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y."

Robin whooped. Looking proud of herself. "Four arrows at once, two bodies, cool. I think I beat dad's record."

Finally, the battle died down, the worst injury was on Robin, who somehow managed to get herself stabbed in the hip, again. But she said that 'Eh pfffttt...it's okay, I'm used to it by now' and hummed 'What doesn't kill you' while attempting to bandage herself with a stolen tie.

Giselle cringed. "Um...I don't think it was in the key of B-"

"I think it's in the key of Robin." The archer declared. "It's on my playlist you should know..."

But before Robin could explain what else was on her playlist, Earl coughed, and Max immediately went into spidey sense mode again.

"I think I've found something interesting..." The britt lifted a small round, black thing off the jacket of the biggest, buffets, and ugliest of the Destroyers

Robin stopped humming. "Tracker." She immediately said, her eyes darkening. Giselle looked at them, perplexed again by the gravity of the situation.

Earl turned the tracker slowly. His eyes darkened. Max swallowed back his nervousness. "Where did they come from?"

Ramiro answered instead of Earl, the mask of the Iron-Tech suit popping open. He seemed a bit irritated and yet grim simultaneously (it probably also had something to do with the tab with F.R.I.D.A.Y just shut: Whatsup with Morgan).

 "Madripoor." He said, dashing Max's hopes of the Madripoor team being in danger. "More specifically..." The son of Tony Stark seemed to look queasy and shook his head.

"The Power Broker," Earl whispered, his eyes stormy like the sky above them, a roll of thunder echoed overhead. "He sent them... He knows."

GRACE
The moment when you know more than your character...the Power Broker isn't a he, but then again, we need them to be clueless.
And Giselle is gonna start singing Beethoven every time she has to fight, (The 5th Symphony if you're the type to actually know the names of classical music...)
What do you guys think about Max and Earl? Hmm...really need a ship name...I mean, there's TwEnTy years difference (and yeesh, I don't wike that much) but...BUT. Maxwearl? Earlwell? Usually, ship names sound weird... Wintermist is still the only ship name that doesn't suck.

(Ramiro ^^ Cause he's got a while to wait till he gets his own POV chapter)
Ah...yeah, my first action scene, it's not as awesome as it would be on screen, but I've seen much worse, much much worse, not the coolest chapter, not the worst, it's super random (Fighting in a Zoo is much more interesting than a crowded street).
Next Chapter: Wednesday. 
I should probably speed these up though...get to the point quicker.
The next POV Is gonna be Brooklyn (CAUSE THEY'RE GONNA GO TO SHARON FOR A SLEEPOVER-)...And I let you know for no reason but InCreAsiNg the SuSpeNce.
Or trying to...