<div class="floatleft">(http://img542.imageshack.us/img542/4937/spjtehnoochness.png)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Jack Trenton<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          SpringJack<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance.<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it...about to pass out?<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>        Euro-team<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>SpringJack, having access to no any communications device or fancy computer system, didn't hear Tony Stark's emboldening and optimistic rallying cry for the Resistance.<br/><br/>He did, however, hear a metallic voice order him to do something that came naturally to him, very loudly.<br/><br/>Taking an opportune milisecond to get his feet on the ground (he had vainly been trying to cave in Tubes' kneecaps) he launched himself upwards, fully expecting yellow beams to spear through him on his way.<br/><br/>Only the blast never came.<br/><br/>Looking down as he reached his apex, SpringJack saw his assailant slammed by some other energy beam across the snow, then into a crumbling old wall. He didn't get up.<br/><br/>Half a second later, he was on his way down. He saw Black Widow (<em>all the way out here? Well, she is Russian, isn't she? I thought that was just a cover story...or was it a double-bluff...well, she is double-</em>buff<em>...heh...</em>) blast Biot with her own weapons, opening the super-soldier up to being encased by some dark matter, that apparantly was under the control of the floating girl.<br/><br/>Jack hit the ground with a comfortable<em>whoomph</em>, the dirty snow underneath his feet flying up in small clouds, SpringJack's meta ability and his well-worn heeled boots between them stopping him taking any injuries from the fall, like they always did.<br/><br/>SpringJack landed with one final cool gesture, hitting the ground with one knee planted and a fist to the floor. It was stylish. Well, he did use to be a rockstar. Kind of.<br/><br/>Unfortunately though, this was all the energy the young costumer had left. Between his long flight across Russia and this battle, SpringJack was on the verge of exhaustion, pneumonia, dehydration, shock...he was in a bad way. He could only hope that these new superhumans that had entered the fight were on his side, but looking at the roster he sure couldn't tell. If they meant him harm in any way, Spring Heeled Jack was in no shape to stop them and had probably jumped his last jump.<br/><br/>Managing to pump one last "rawk" fist in the air, albeit weakly, he tottered onto his side and promptly blacked out.