Part 1: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/marvel-iron-age-hawkeye-re-boot-1/688005/
Part 2: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/marvel-iron-age-hawkeye-re-boot-2/688044/
Part 3: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/marvel-iron-age-hawkeye-reboot-3/689870/
Part 4 (mis-numbered as part 3): http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/marvel-iron-age-hawkeye-re-boot-3/692537/#8
Part 5: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic/8/marvel-iron-age-hawkeye-reboot-5/692998/#8
Scranton Iron Hall, Medi Unit
“That starking stark blew my starking leg off!” screamed Private Evan Sullivan as he rocked, bucked and convulsed on the table “I’ll starking kill him!”
“Settle down Evan” said Major McHatfield in a gentle tone
“Settle down! That starking machine blew my starking leg off! I’m a starking cripple! STARK!”
“That’s enough Private!” Major McHatfield snapped “I get you’re hurt, but that kinda language really gets my goat!”
“Sorry…sir!” groaned the private
“We’ll get you fixed up Evan” Major McHatfield patted the young man on the soldier “If they’re out here running their…what’d that smug bastard call it…Beta test; then there must be something worth finding”
“Sir, yes sir” yelled Private Sullivan, mostly to compensate for the pain
Major McHatfield flipped his comms on “Okay Scranton Iron Hall, listen up! Larsen; you’re on chatter watch. Find me why these Ferrum boys are in my neck of the woods. Lee; fuel up the hover platform. Valentino, Silvestri and Portacio weapons check! Liefeld; go…”
“Liefeld’s out sick today sir” came the reply from the comms
Major McHatfield groaned and shook his head “Get him in! He can be on the desk today handling paperwork, all he’s really good for. Get Macfarlane off block patrol” He turned to Sullivan “The entire Scranton Iron Hall is on this Sullivan. We’ll show them tech nerds how we roll here in Scranton”
New Jersey, somewhere
“Okay we’re officially lost!” exclaimed Anthony “I have no idea where we are!”
“Do you have somewhere to be?” asked Anatoly
Anthony glared at him “My face on a wanted poster, clearing my name, psycho twin brother…do you remember anything I said? Seriously this is more frustrating that when I shared a caravan with Helga’s the Siamese Bearded Fat Lady”
“Now Helga’s I have heard of!” announced Anatoly, pantomiming out Helga’s odd shape “What a womans”
Anthony rubbed his eyes “Thor take me now!”
Anatoly patted his travelling companion on the shoulder “This way”
“Are you sure?”
“Nyet! But it has less trees than that way”
“How can you tell…we’re in a forest” Anthony groaned a shambled after his friend
Shore of Lake Scranton
Dr Maxwell Warren looked over his twelve shiny Slayers, beaming with pride
“You are looking for a fugitive. His name is Anthony Salazar. His crime file and bio have been loaded into your programme. He is considered armed and dangerous. You will find, identify and capture this man. He was last thought to be in the New Jersey area. Radio in your progress”
“Affirmative Doctor Warren” came the unisoned reply as they all snapped off a salute. One by one they took off into the sky, veering off for different sectors to search.
“I’ll show you Dr Prince” laughed Dr Warren.
New Jersey, somewhere
“I swear we passed that same tree an hour ago” complained Anthony
“You say that nearly every hour” said Anatoly wiping his forehead with his beard “This is humorous correct?”
Anthony caught a whiff of himself “Stark that’s rank! No wonder you’re walking ahead of me”
“Also because you are slow, like cow” laughed Anatoly
“I could eat a cow. Actually I could murder a beer”
“Wel…” Anatoly froze and put his hand up to warn Anthony. In front of him, casually sunning itself was a krang. The huge reptilian beast opened its eyes lazily, spotting the large bearded New Latverian and the smelly archer.
“I am beginning to hate your country” said Anatoly as he slunk towards a tree
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