The Constrictor seems to collect his thoughts but before he can speak, a boot to the back of his head knocks him down and out.  The Black Widow straightens from the roundhouse kick then drops into an easy combat stance, automatically facing the Blizzard, who shrugs and pushes out his palms in a sign of easy surrender.

The Torch gazes, mouth agape, as if he’s seen a spy in action, but not like that. It also doesn't hurt that the Widow's costume is in shreds. Even though most of these heroes have seen her at her most exposed, she now takes a moment to adjust herself and what is left of her costume into some form of modesty.

“What happened is that someone sentenced a lot of people to death. If that was their main training facility, who knows how many others there are buried in there,” she says, not leaving it as a question. She looks out over the expanse of wreckage. “The best thing would be -- T’Challa!”

The Black Panther surfaces from below, not far from the group around the melted ice, pulling the blond, essentially naked man with him.

On the other side of the group, some distance out, Iron Man turns over a conduit unit and finally emerges, coming into the clearing. A word becomes a question that leaves Hawkeye slowly and carefully: "Tony?" The armored hero is covered in the remains of Hydra soldiers, parts hanging and dripping from him. As if it to punctuate the moment, a severed hand falls from the armored hero, its wedding ring clinking against a piece of metal when it hits the ground.

Black Widow’s tone is even more urgent and forceful. “Who else is down there?”

She-Hulk wades through the wreckage. She tosses aside an enormous, broken machine that would be in the way of everyone getting out. She sees the widespread devastation and becomes dizzy at the thought of how much could lie beneath the surface. "No. NO. We don't give up," she whispers to herself, echoing Capt. Marvel's speech, even though she is not aware of the other group, such is her concentration on effort to search through the ruination for anything, anything at all. She hurls another wrecked machine aside casually, like it was nothing more than a beach ball. "There has to be somebody alive here. There has to be." She digs for another minute, seconds stretching into desperate moments, then stops to listen for any cries for help. Some distance away she hears chattering, familiar voices that she does not immediately place as friends, so focused is she to dig as deep and fast as possible, in the dire case that there is any life down there, within this desolation.

Hearing the voices, Tony retracts the suit's mask. He knew it would be bad...but this. This is worse than bad. As he trudges towards the gathering, the suit sparks as blood & gore run over exposed conductors and circuitry. Not our finest hour.

"Clint. Glad to see you made it..." he starts, nodding at Hawkeye, and then widening his gaze, "Glad to see you...all...made it. Natasha has a good question. Pretty sure Taskmaster got squashed...but...Hercules and Danny...Danny. They're still down there...somewhere.

At the mention of Iron Fist's name, Tony loses a slight bit of composure and his mind begins to race. After all, Hercules is a demi-god. Surely he can't be destroyed so easily...but Danny. Danny's just a kid. "I was trying to get to Danny...trying to get him away from Taskmaster...trying to rally the Hydra soldiers begging for help, begging me to save them, to rise up and subdue Taskmaster. I mean, it seemed like he had an out...like he knew something about the countdown we didn't. And...Danny was on the floor when the place blew."
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After making certain that the blond man is stable, T'Challa will approach his fellow Avengers.  "The Sentry was with me.  He is still in there as well, but considering that he is capable of surviving in the depths of outer space, it is unlikely that he is dead."  Seeing the damage to Tony's suit and She-Hulk's efforts, T'Challa moves into action, turning his attention once again to the ruins.  "Perhaps my own enhanced senses can locate any further survivors."

Joining the group of heroes, Iron Man realizes it’s not the Avengers so much as a mixture of heroes with a few that happen to Avengers.  The Human Torch is still with the Fantastic Four as far as he can remember, Carol and T’Challa haven’t been in the group for a while, and Clint has been, at best, off-and-on with the team for a while.

“I didn’t know you were so buddy-buddy with Iron Mist,” Hawkeye snarls.  “Don’t know why the guy was here in the first place.”

Human Torch chuckles. “What, did he beat you in a fight?”

Through what is left of the hero's mask, Hawkeye’s face turns red. “He got a lucky punch. You give me a rematch and I don’t care what his fist is made of, I’ll --”
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“Can it, Clint,” she barks.  “Your ego can have a rematch later -- when we find him.”  She turns to Iron Man. “Tony, can your sensors scan the whole area?  We can’t give up if there’s a chance he’s still down there.  We’re not giving up.”

The Widow's attention suddenly snaps back. "Wait a minute," she turns to the Panther before he takes off. "Did you say the Sentry was here?" Her tone is even more urgent than before.
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The Blizzard says nothing and takes no action, leaving his palms outward, ready to declare his surrender rather than fight any restless hero looking for vengeance.
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"Yes...Agent Romanov...The Sentry was with us, and normally, yes, the suit could scan the entire city. It could even connect to Stark satellites in orbit and coordinate a scan of the whole country, the world...actually, I'm not sure what the limits are. But...well, one of those Hydra goons, Samuel Jan...something, got a couple good shots on me, and I was buried under 80 tons of crud after the explosion...and Friday hasn't been her usual self...so...well...we'll see."

The suit's facemask snaps shut once again, and the internal display lights up. Tony is greeted by the usual diagnostic screens and user interface. The suit's nanite maintenance system must've come on line and begun repairs. "Friday? C'mon...wake up. Daddy needs you."

"I'm here, sir."

"Good. Okay. Scan the area please. Surface and sub-surface. Check for life signs, and anything else important. And then project a 3D map using the suit's holo-emitters, and overlay the results of the scan."
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The 3D hologram wire-frame emanates from Iron Man's uni-beam in the center of his chest, laying out in the space in front of him, but not completely clear, with some of the structure clearly out of alignment and the whole thing blinking in and out frequently.  "The connection to the network has been lost, Mr. Stark. The connection to the network has been reestablished, Mr. Stark," Friday's voice yammers in time with the blinking-out and blinking-on of the hologram, incessant but that's what he asked for.  Scrolling down the menu to a setting to locate organic matter, the system takes a moment to search then finally comes up with a result: immediately the figures surrounding him come up on the map -- the scattering of heroes among the wreckage, no surprises, then the news-reporters and assembled crowd and police trying to keep some order -- all displayed in red, like an infra-red scanner.  But a reading for anything under the surface of where they stand is just an immeasurable mass, a swirl of subdued blues and grays, only a shade different from the remains of the building around them.  This could have been regarded as an error, especially if the suit’s network system is being wonky in the first place, but on closer inspection, it’s clear that it’s all organic matter, all of it now devoid of life.  The amount of it is overwhelming, enough that the size of it approaches the largest blocks of debris, a huge, settled mass of inert matter.  It reads as hundreds of bodies, all of which just earlier this evening were as full of life as anything else on the planet, all of them with direction and humanity, even as minions to a sinister purpose, and now all of those snuffed out like insignificant flames.  That mass is now just more leftover junk, not much more than the obliterated parts of what was once the building.  Anything that those humans could have been is now only in the past, to be disposed like any other trash from what happened to the structure.  The scan can only go so far -- it does not reach deep enough into the wreckage to see fully to the bottom, but what it can detect is more than enough.  It is as nightmare as horrible as anything imaginable, even worse that it occurred this close to the heart of New York City.  The scan of that mass of fresh corpses is made of a multitude of shapes and blobs, each approximating one body, hundreds in total, all in the same dead colors, yet there is a flash of a different color, of a pinkish/red shape buried in there, seen only from a certain angle when the hero scans the area more thoroughly.  Then another appears, not far from the other but more faint.  In this case Tony’s due diligence pays off -- there could be lives in there!  Buried deep but possible survivors!

Just outside the circle of heroes where Black Panther set the blond man down, that man stirs then, his body shaking with short, quick spasms, coughs up a fist-sized glob made of a matter that might once have been flesh now turned translucent, dirty hair, and a system of empty veins, a grotesque act in doing so but, with his resultant gagging and hacking, shows that he will live to see the oncoming dawn.  He sits up weakly, eyes faint, coughs again and mutters, “Where am I?”

"Friday, how far down are those two life signs?"

Friday responds, "Life signs are approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately approximately," for as long as Iron Man leaves it going.  Luckily, the life forms are clearly delineated on the hologram map, though their color is diminishing. The field has few distinguishing landmarks for distance but the location of the forms are not near where She-Hulk is ferociously and, soon to find, fruitlessly, digging.

Throughout the conversation, She-hulk had continued digging, and continued muttering "No, no, no. Not again." She kept having flashbacks of the town in Utah that she'd decimated the one time she'd lost control. At least nobody had died that day.

As Iron Man stands there consulting his suit's computer, she screams at him, "Does it matter!? Start digging!" She furiously continues to move bodies and chunks of rubble out of the way as she redirects her efforts in the direction the suit indicated the two life signs were located. She's careful with the bodies, but she tosses the huge chunks of rubble out into the bay almost effortlessly.

The Widow grows impatient with the Panther and turns to the man he pulled out of the wreckage with him.  “You’re near the docks,” she says. Then “Lower Manhattan, New York,” just to hedge her bets, not knowing from how far away he’s come. “Who are you?”

“Al -- Havok,” he says, rubbing his eyes.

“X-Men,” the Widow says, a statement rather than a question.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Well, sometimes.”

“Do you remember how you got here?”

“We were… out. In the city. We tangled with some Hydra goons and… I guess they got the drop on me.”

“They must have needed you for whatever they were doing here.”

“As usual,” he sighs. “I was used as a living battery. That's getting really old.” He looks around, not yet witness to the full horror of the buried, broken bodies of Hydra soldiers. “What happened here?”

“Something bad,” the Widow says, turning back to the group.

Jessica Drew walks over to the warehouse rubble.  At least she attempts to walks through the door frame that is partially left standing.  Stepping over rubble in her business appropriate ankle-length yellow and blue flower pencil skirt and matching long-sleeved blue blouse and her 3" heels.

"I heard a . . . ."

She slips on water, falling forward and tries to break her fall with her hands, only to slip more on the unmentionable glob that the blond man has coughed up.  She slowly pushes her self back up and picks out rock debris that has indented in her hands.  Her skirt has a small tear on the left knee and is now covered in dirt streaks.  Everyone turns to look at the one person who has managed to injure themselves without any interaction in the recent disaster.

She smiles and gives a little wave, "Hi, I heard a commotion and thought that someone might be hurt.  I always keep first aid supplies in my purse for emergencies . . ."  She looks around at the scene that seems to be more than the simple car accident on the side of the road.  "Um, emergencies such as this"

"Road Rash Remedy anyone?" She pulls a white and red tube out her purse.  "It's great for when I fall off my bike.  Although, it looks like more people here are in aid of serious medical care and some new clothes."  She looks over at the nearly naked Black Widow and the blond man.  "How many are trapped in the rubble?"
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The heroes turn to look at this woman, their faces so surprised that they are blank.  Even those with masks or helmets transmit their shock.  The Widow is the last one to turn to face her, her face caught in the rare moment of off-guard surprise, quickly turning to fiery consternation. “Ma’am!” she barks, her confusion and melancholy at so much death around her now turning to focus and anger. “This is a highly dangerous area!  You cannot be here! All reporters are absolutely not allowed here! You must get out of here -- now!” She points to nowhere in particular, just anywhere but here.

Jessica Drew responds to The Widow, "There doesn't seem to be a No Trespassing sign anywhere.  It seems by the look of it all that you do not have this situation under control and might need some extra help."

Jessica pulls out her phone, "Although, if you would rather I call 911 and the Fashion Police, I have no problem doing either."  She starts snapping a couple of photos of the blond man and typing away on her phone that has a case with a pink bedazzled spider web design.

Tony, caught off guard by She-Hulk's anger, was contemplating a number of possible replies, ranging from factual to witty to sarcastic to down-right rude. Thankfully, Natasha started interrogating the blonde guy, a.k.a. human battery, which gave him a reason to be silent. And now this reporter...taking pictures? Oh, we can't have that.

Muting the suit's external speakers: "Friday, disable that young lady's cell phone with a micro-EMP burst."

With a slight buzz, the screen on the young lady's cell-phone blinks out, a slight trail of smoke coming from the SIM Card slot.

"That wasn't very nice, Mr. Stark."

"Yeah, well...we don't need the bad press."

"I'm sorry, miss...you seem to be having trouble with your phone", Tony quips, the suit's external audio unmuted, as he moves to block her path. "I suggest the T-Mobile store on Broadway. Ask for either Sherley or Billy Joe. They're the best. Nice case though. As the lady was saying", gesturing to Black Widow, "you really need to leave this area. It's not safe for you to be here."
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Jessica looks down at her singed cell phone with a frown.   She digs into her purse and pulls out a spare.  "That's okay, I was a girl scout, I've learned to always be prepared with a backup plan.  Plus, it had already uploaded to the cloud.  Technology these days!" She smirks.
"I was coming here to help, but since you all seem to be so adverse to any aide, I might as well get to work."  She pulls a stylus out of the phone and jots down some notes, glancing around the room to write down all of the people who are still somewhat standing, or at least alive at this point.

"Anyone have anything they would like to go on the record of what happened here, or should I just come up with my own conclusions?  It doesn't have to be bad press if you play nice," she smiles her best smile at Tony.

"Oh, good...glad you put it in the cloud."

"Mr. Stark, her upload was mirrored to a number of different data centers, but they are all locations owned by Stark Enterprises. I have taken the liberty of deleting the files." No one but Tony can hear Friday, and so Tony is the only one that smiles. Yeah...technology these days.

"As for what happened here: there were some Hydra bad guys, and they kidnapped our friends, and then blew up their own warehouse when we went inside to get our friends back. Two of our friends are still buried in the rubble, and the large green lady back there...", Tony turns, pointing to She-Hulk, giving the young reporter a quick glimpse at what's going on behind him, before resuming a stance that blocks her view, "is doing her best to rescue them. We're not adverse to aide...but I think this might be a little out of your league, young lady. Now, please move out of the area. We wouldn't want you to get hurt." Tony stands fast, continuing to block her intended path and view of the scene.
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