IC: 001-F: High Noon
Iron Man's public address system booms: "Steve Rogers, you are under arrest for violation of the Superhuman Registration Act." Less... boomingly, he adds, "Please, Steve, come quietly. There doesn't need to be any more bloodshed today. We can still make this right."
Captain America refuses. "Make this right? You opened a portal to Hell to lure us into a trap. People died, Tony, and you were too busy rounding up your murderous thugs to save them. How are they supposed to make this right?"
Behind him, the Thunderbolts bristle and posture. The Rhino crouches down into a nose-tackle's stance, pointing his horn directly at The Hulk, who clearly wishes he would. Kraven skulks behind a burned-out police car, while Bullseye... sticks close to Tony, positioning himself between his boss and the unregistered heroes, whispering something.
The Scorpion doesn't look very well. He's clutching at his head in agony, and clearly having some kind of argument. His klyntar symbiote is roiling around him, and cleary trying to pull him forward. "Two delicious spiders, pull their legs off, sacrifices for the goblin... follow orders, Mac, drink your milk..."
Nobody seems to be paying Gargan any nevermind.
Everyone is now present and may speak freely. This is not yet a combat scene.