_Creed_

@thisisgonnahurt:

POW sighed as Pinnacle relaxed his immeasurable tension on his arm, still totally helpless to break free. He wasn't going anywhere soon, outside of a hospital.

This hero was uncharacteristically kind for his type, what was the deal? It didn't matter, as Pinnacle started asking the real questions. "..." POW remained silent for a moment, he considered powering up his gauntlets and blasting him right in the skull... But it would be pointless. He chose to relent instead.

"Because I have people I care about, believe it or not. This painting isn't going towards a mansion, or women, drugs, guns, a corporation- None of that! I'm doing the wrong thing for what I care about! Now break my goddamn arm and be done with it!" POW screamed at the superior opponent, almost ready to accept this loss.

@inkheart:

Willis instantly started looking around as soon as the kid uttered "criminal." Quickly standing up, Lincoln glared at the youth, clearly offended, but not angry.

"If you quick talking and follow me, I'll answer your friggin' questions..." Willis muttered, nodding towards an empty booth near the back. After grabbing his two beers, we walked over and took a seat in the far corner, waiting for the punk to follow.

@thisisgonnahurt:

The foe suddenly grabbing a tree trunk drastically halted their speed, which was bad for POW. He lost control of their flight instantly, luckily his suit prevented any sort of whiplash.

The two crashed into the rooftop, POW unable to prevent the armbar he now found himself in. It was like his arm was pinned underneath a collapsed building, his muscles tore right after the impact. "AAAAUGH!" POW screamed with pain and anger.

@inkheart:

CVnU

Willis down his third beer of the evening, lazily signaling the bartender to bring him another. He rubbed his left eye, it was always irritated when Willis was intoxicated.

His night of drinking alone was interrupted by... A kid? Willis glared at the youth, quickly reminded of his daughter. What could this punk possibly want with a career criminal trying to lay low. Regardless, Willis gave him a nod before looking forward again. "... That'd be me..."

@thisisgonnahurt:

"YOU'RE FREAKING KIDDING ME." POW screamed among his thoughts, seeing this god-like person fly towards him in a single bound. The hero was reaching for the painting, that was obvious at this point. It was a opportunity POW would not miss twice. Right before Pinnacle could clutch the painting, POW quickly turned his torso, forcing the liberty out of his reach. In that moment, he went to grab him at the throat, charging his gauntlet with brutal kinetic vibrations while the two soared through the air.

"LET. GO!" POW screamed at Pinnacle.

@thisisgonnahurt: It happens duder, best thing to do is adapt and work from there :)

@thisisgonnahurt:

"YES!" POW shouted as he managed to launch that beast up into the air, believing the problem to be solved. That is until the hero started shouting at him from the sky, seemingly unharmed from the surprise attack. "...Noooo. No no!"

He could hear him coming back down to Earth, it sounded like an artillery strike about to decimate the ground. POW took a few more feeble seconds to pummel the foe with kinetic waves before his survival instincts kicked in on their own. The thief pointed a gauntlet away from himself and fired a blast to launch himself a few feet away from where he originally stood, bracing himself for when the Pinnacle man would make his impact.

I regret not closing the revenge arc POW!Terry had with Kurt and Abby.

@_vex_

Willis looked over at the man sitting next to him, someone he didn't recognize as a usual here. The guy definitely seemed off, somehow. Someone who's whole body language said "I'm hiding something." But Willis didn't care, at least not right now. He pointed his beer at the whisky which the bartender was pouring. "Careful, duder. The whisky here is pretty famous for knotting a stomach, and not in a good way." He chuckled, then his attention was brought to someone else...

@ult_azrael

Willis locked eyes with this bombshell as she approached him, and instantly knew her type from years in the business. While he seemed as plain as dirt, Willis stared at her with POW's eyes, the eyes of a ruthless and cold professional that was incredibly hard to fool, for just a moment.

However, Willis was off the clock and just trying to relax before donning the suit again for a job in Paris. That cold stare faded and he smiled at the woman, holding up his Stella Artois beer. "Wouldn't hurt to try a bottle of this, though It's not for everyone."