<div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/2/26147/3874723-bishop__xmen__days_of_future_past_by_davidrapozaart-d7jotbq1177617538.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Quinjet Crash Site<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> LA Group, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Stealth X-Force (http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/4/48605/2673280-bshp4.jpg)<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Things were chaotic now, but he thrived in the moment and his mind entered tactical mode trying to keep track of everyone and figure out the best plan of action. Ghost Rider was doing something to Banner. Probably helping him Hulk out, something they sorely needed at the moment. Doom had summoned a horde of demons that were fighting and dying for him. Thankfully the sheer numbers of the hellspawn helped immensely in keeping the Ultron's off balance.<br/><br/>Wolverine and Stark were both apparently down for the count, and he thought Sue was too, but she got back up and enveloped both of them. Things weren't great, but they could be worse. Finally everyone was ready to leave, but the Hulk's opted to stay behind as a distraction. They were Hulks so he had confidence in them...but this wasn't a good situation even for forces of nature like them. "Good luck! And give em' hell!"<br/><br/>Turning to the others, he nodded and tossed an energy orb towards an incoming Ultron that put a hole in it's chassis and sent it off course. "Let's go! And no need for invisibility, Mimic. I just need Rider to get that bike of his stored up. I'll get us out of here, don't worry". Tearing off toward a bombed out parking deck, he led them to  The Beast (http://i766.photobucket.com/albums/xx304/salaciousdoom/Military%20Etc/Wheeled%20Armor/Untitled.png); an armored personnel carrier he'd kept on standby that they used for heavy duty missions. A press of a button and the loading ramp opened.<br/><br/>"Everybody in! Rider you're in last so that bike can fit Scrambling up to the drivers seat, he strapped in and started her up. The beast rumbled to life in moments and he floored the gas pedal to get the fuel pumping. "Hold on. We're goin' down." Putting the Beast in drive, he activated the missile systems, then blew out several support columns, causing the building to begin crashing down around them.<br/><br/>With a smile, Bishop drove to a roughly made hole and down directly into it. It collapsed not long after the wheels thudded against the stone beneath them. The subway/sewer was a great way to move around, as they were labyrinthine in scale and although the Ultron's scanned now and then, they couldn't navigate like Bishop. A unique ability he gained due to the temporal energies he was flooded with during his many travels through time meant he always knew exactly where and when he was.<br/><br/>And because of that, he could find anywhere he needed to be from where he was. "So here's the situation. Our base is a nearby SHIELD observatory; thankfully it's shielded against pretty much every form of scanning and radar, plus it's underwater so that helps. It's a bit of a trip to get there without being followed, but you guys look like you could use a nice relaxing drive."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_super/3/31666/3655049-hulk2014003-bagleycover-col-f6ee7.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Bruce Banner/The Hulk<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Quinjet Crash Site<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> LA Group, Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pants...Hulk Sized<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>His head was cloudy and murky. Like any attempt at thought was met with an intense resistance from an outside source. So Bruce for the moment was content with just drifting and the occasional giggle. Why was he feeling like this again? It didn't matter did it? No...no not really. Even the pain he thought he was in didn't seem that bad if he didn't think about it.<br/><br/>But suddenly that sense of euphoric bliss, of simple existence regardless of his surroundings...it just began to vanish. He became more alert and more clear by the second, and noticed he was burning up as well as his body glowing. Then he noticed the skeletal hand on his forehead, and suddenly felt the need to void the contents of his stomach. Shooting up, he pushed past Betty and the Hell Warrior to hurl into a nice sized crater. He felt cleansed as he puked up the last remains of the sedatives he'd pumped into himself.<br/><br/>That's right! He'd done it to protect people, but as he looked around it looked like his plan hadn't worked. The urge to protect his friends surged in Bruce's brain and his eyes flashed gamma green as he was again enveloped in light. Moments later in his place stood an eight foot tall force of nature angry at the world and looking for an outlet. "RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGH!!!! HULK SMASH!!!!"<br/><br/>Looking up as he felt his wife land on his shoulders, he smiled at her. "I don't think they can handle<em>Hulk</em>style. But let's do it!" Laughing maniacally, his powerful legs pushed him into the air and he bumrushed the closest drone. Destroying it set off a chain reaction of explosions in the horde and body parts began to rain down into the dust that got kicked up by the building. "Betty! I bet I get more kills than you!," he shouted to his wife as he picked up a mini van and hurled it into the sky at their enemies.