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A Charity Gala to End Whatever Important Thing

New York City high society had been absolutely buzzing over this April's charity gala by a certain Mr. Tony Stark. It was seen as exclusive, or as exclusive as his 200 person guest list could be. Some invitations were a given, like Tony's daughter Alexa, whereas others came from what the party planners figured as the right people to make the party memorable or talked about.

The charity event was for the charitable arm of Stark Inc., Stark International. Despite being for charity, it was also seen as a good way for businesses to be seen and network.

The event was held at the Hudson in the Library and Private Park space. It would comfortably fit the people into its 2,600 Square Feet.

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Roxie was thrown to the ground only seconds before the pumpkin bomb exploded.

Green Goblin. Roxie's mind raced. Was there a Spider in the vicinity, or was there just a new villain picking up on someone else's legacy?

Didn't matter. Knowing full well that her dual identity as a superhero and a socialite were public knowledge, Roxie concentrated on her clothes, switching them over from her gown for the evening to her brand new costume.

She stood up, her hands growing with the crackling promise of photonic energy mingling with something a little bit Olympian in nature, and glared at the Goblin.

And then she flew straight towards him.

As probably the youngest there when she heard the voice she looked at the man.

Hearing what he said though she visually cringed because ew bugs in her? This feathery blond isn't fond of that idea. The glass of sparkling cider in her hand, well it explodes from rapid expansion because ice fills more space than liquids.

Part of her wonders if now would be a good time to see if she has a icy form like one of her genetic donors. If nothing else at least she knows she can handle temperatures too cold for the bug.

Remi's never one to protect himself with explosions around. He (and his pride) thought he could handle it. Though his first reaction with the big explosion was to shield his pregnant girlfriend with his force fields.

The Atlantean was slightly distracted with a glance over to make sure Alexa. So, when he tried to put a force field over the bomb at Joe's feet, it was not completely formed by the time of explosion. He managed to dull the explosion but not much else.

"Uhn." He rubbed his temple as the shield failing feedback ached a little. "Alexa, mon trésor, power armor's your thing. Any suggestions besides letting Roxie beat him to a pulp?"

The hissing sound got his attention right away and then he saw the black smoke. For a split second, he thought something was on fire and then he saw the source.

"Folks," he spoke up loudly over the chatter. "We need to start moving toward the exits. Calmly, please."

His hand slipped into his pocket and tapped a couple of buttons, sending an alert to the Avengers.

Eva is too lost in her own thoughts to immediately notice the amphetamine fueled lunatic advancing on them.

But she did notice the exploding glass.

"What... what did you do that for?"

She raised her hand to the side of her head, confused. Eva's conscious mind didn't realize it was under attack yet, but some instinct did, and kicked in her powers. The bench she was sitting on creaked and groaned as her weight increased along with her density.

She frowned hard.

Ryan, being Ryan, fell too easily under the man's spell. One second, he'd been checking someone out, and the next, he was all ready to follow the bad man's instructions.

Brooke had no such qualms. She raised her chin and straightened up her spine just a little bit, an expression of defiance crossing over her features. Planted images? Toying with emotions? Those were things that Brooke Aurelia Wyngarde had some experience in, either through her mother, her father, or her own self.

Calmly, she glanced at both Alexander and Stephanie - two of the strongest people she knew, and then looked back at the man.

"Please," she said darkly. "The oppressed are usually worse than the oppressors. The French proved it when they wanted Marie Antoinette's head on a platter and you're proving it now."

When the explosion had happened, Marry had been quick to assume an armored form, her familiar rock ape, protecting herself from any kind of damage.

"Ah, shazbutt," She muttered.

She shifted forms again, turning into one of her other preferred battle forms

The pumpkin bomb exploded and Remi's shield took the brunt of the damage but Joe was still thrown against a wall from the uncovered impact. He slammed into the wall and then fell to the floor, dazed and disoriented.

He couldn't hear anything and his vision was swimming.

He was out cold seconds later.

Tina watched the the smoke begin spreading and gently fidgeted with her bracelet--which was really a high tech phone prototype and she used it to converge with the library's climate system control. It let her change the ventilation to help disburse the smoke quickly. She shifted her internal organs to diamond just to be safe, though.

"It is, after a fashion, a robbery," Stella tells the ambassador's daughter quietly. Now like they said, come along. These things do happen."

Norman would be all right, she had to assume. These things did indeed happen.

Under the guise of helping people through the smoke, which was dissipating quicker than he liked, Charlatan was picking a few pockets and slight of handing a few bits expensive looking jewelry.

Though some of the exiting was blocked by the explosions in the other half of the library.

The techno-bracelet was firmly attached to Tina's body and there was no stealing it unless you were to physically remove her arm. That in and of itself was a highly unlikely prospect, but it seemed that someone wanted to try it. She felt the slight tug and looked cuttingly at the source.

"Oh I think everyone can stop unless the smoke is bothering them. I've found the thief."

Tina closed her free hand, each of her knuckles turning diamond underneath the thin skin of her hand. Her hand seemed to almost sparkle.

"I really dislike criminals."

And so she punched him.

Charlatan staggered back at the hit. The blow was a lot harder than he expected. He blinked his eyes to keep tears of pain from falling.

"Ow! You gaudily-dressed, overpriced strumpet!" He gingerly touched his nose before taking a whack at her with his cane.

Stella would have sniffed if the room wasn't filled with smoke. "Theft is one thing, but calling that dress gaudy is just wrong."

Tina lifted her arm to block the cane strike, the accessory hitting her forearm with force. It would leave a bruise on the tissue, certainly, but that cane was striking diamond. Her arm didn't give and neither did she wince.

"Gaudy is wearing an off-black suit and trying to play it as Armani. Armani doesn't come in off-black."

Griffin ducked and pushed up his jacket sleeve. He just needs to activate his shields and he is ready for action.

"This is why you should always be prepared! Warbird! What do you recommend?"

He assumes Roxie is still using that name.

"Besides kicking his ass?" Roxie asked, turning her attention to Griffin. She was, for the record, still going by Warbird.

Roxie unhooked her glowing mace from its hook on her hip and hefted it above her shoulder and swooped down to where Griffin was. "I'll take him head on and distract him, which will leave you guys open to attack him from behind." She paused. "And someone get my boyfriend out of here, too. I'd like him to be safe while I brutally beat up Gobby for messing with my man."

The Green Goblin fired a last blast toward another pair of civilians who were running but hadn't yet attacked the others. He hovered over the room on his glider as he watched who ran and who didn't.

"I know how it goes in this city but, really, don't anyone try to be a hero here. It'll go badly for the regular ol' Joes if you do." Gobby said.

"In fact...I'll be leaving now. I think my friends are having their fun elsewhere and this party's a drag." he said as the glider began to hover backwards from the direction he came.

Truth was, the Goblin realized that close-quarters against these people would doom him quicker than a protracted fight above the city streets. Playing to one's strengths was the mark of a true genius, after all.

Alexander felt the mental attack, for a moment, he almost succumbed. His anger at such an attack knew no bounds he wanted to tear this idiot limb from limb, even as he felt the sensations course through him.

That just made the God of Fear more angry.

"You sound like...every lowlife I've ever met. You're pathetic...and afraid of everyone." he said.

"In fact...let's see what you're /really/ afraid of..." Alexander declared.

And with that, he reached toward Insomniac's mind to seek out his fears.

Tony used the smoke and the distractions to slip away with the briefcase he always had nearby. Moments later, Iron Man returned, the visual enhancers in his helmet cutting through the smoke and confusion easily.

His readouts indicated the smoke wasn't toxic, fortunately, so he worked on clearing exits blocked by debris and getting people out since it seemed like their would-be thief had more than enough opposition right now.

Erin is able to keep the smoke from bothering her. A water sheath is very handy in situations like these as long as she carefully controls what is happening.

"And you really should pay more attention to the guest list. Trying to steal from a party with some of the Avengers in attendance seems foolish."

And so she gets Charlatan with a splash of cold water.

Charlatan's eyes narrowed at how the can just seemed to bounce off the woman's arm. His thumb flicked over a button as he swung the cane wide; the cane portion shot off into the room, beaning some fleeing rich man. Charlatan was left with the sword part that had been hidden inside the cane.

"I don't-pfaugh!" He was interrupted by a splash of cold water. What kind of heroes was he tangling with Haughty Lass and Drippy Girl? He shook his head and went on despite his sodden clothes. "I don't care about accoutrement as a status symbol. It's easily destroyed."

To try to prove it, he lunged toward Tina with his sword slashing. He wasn't aiming for her skin but more the dress she was wearing. His other hand slipped inside his jacket to grab something.

Tina dodged the attempt on her dress, stepping aside and leaning back a bit. She was grateful that skin was, technically, an organ, because she attempted to deflect his weapon post-dodge with her slightly shiny arm. She just had to stay clear of the tip of the his blade.

"Anything can be destroyed, you confused and strange little man."

Insomniac's mind. Insomniac's mind is a swirling vortex of chaos, fuelled by powerful stimulants and kept on the edge of shrieking insanity by sleep deprivation. Looking for fear would not be an easy task in someone so far removed from whatever was normal. Mike knew he was being attacked, knew that eventually he'd find something- eventually being a few seconds.

"You there. The tanned woman. Deal with the one who isn't all cringey!" Insomniac barked, pointing towards Stephanie. He made her believe something, that she was a hellborn demon and he a wayward being of light. The War for Heaven was on, and all that was needed was one last push before Lucifer took his rightful place. Aw hell, yeah, that shit would distract him at least.

Smacking his lips obscenely, he looked towards Brooke. "Such a pretty, pretty face." His powers spiked again. "Shame about it melting." He sneered.

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