<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/StreakThumb_zpsadfefc77.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>        Kevin Taylor<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          <strong>STREAK</strong><br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong> Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   New York<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Colossus, Spider-Man, Gambit, Captain America, Raven Queen, Magneto<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Streak had honestly had no idea that he may have just stolen the Cajun man's thunder.  He turned as Gambit extended his hand and, after a slight moment of searching distant memories he remembered the custom, now as fresh as though he were here on Earth just yesterday.  He offered a smile, the bright azure light of his eyes dimming to a soft pupiless glow once more.  At this distance, the Cajun mutant could likely see that the man's hair was literally as metallic chrome as Colossus' steel skin.  He took the offered hand, shaking it firmly but without unduly exerting any of his considerable strength in his gloved hand.  He spoke, first to Gambit and then to Colossus as the latter began to pound his way out of the now solidified earth.<br/><br/><strong>"Gambit... Colossus.  I am glad to meet you.  You can call me Streak."</strong><br/><br/>He glanced at the crater he made as he released Gambit's hand, shaking his head.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry about the mess"...</strong><br/><br/>He glanced around the ruined city, now noticing his surroundings fully for the first time.<br/><br/><strong>..."though it appears this city has been through some hell."</strong><br/><br/>Truthfully, Streak had seen worse.  He had seen the entire human race on certain Earths subjugated and enslaved.  He had seen all life on the planet destroyed.  Of course... he had seen cities like this in far better shape as well.  Whatever the case though, it was clear that he was needed here.  He had been about to say something else when his attention was caught by a man with awesome charisma the likes he had not seen in some time.  For some reason, the man's rallying speech earned him some amount of respect in his eyes.  He didn't know what half of what the man spoke of of was about, as he had not the proper context, but still, he offered a nod to him and spoke in a sure, clear voice.<br/><br/><strong>"I know nothing of what has befallen your world... but it's obvious to me that you stand opposed to evil."</strong><br/><br/>He nodded in the direction of the remains of Beach Bunny.<br/><br/><strong>"Atrocities have been committed and chaos seems to reign in this place.  I have been sent here because I am needed, so I will stand with you all."</strong><br/><br/>The sound of dozens of flapping wings heralded the appearance of the very nude form of a woman.  Streak was not disturbed or embarrassed by the sight, though he could certainly appreciate the female's form as the larger form of Colossus stepped in front of him to block his view.  He could tell that the armored steel man had a good heart and was naturally protective of others.  He was neither offended or flattered.  He simply stepped to the side so he could see her again.  He tilted his head as she began to speak, listening to her tale which ended in her sobbing on her knees before Captain America.  He paused however, and let the others speak to her.  The metal man, Colossus spoke again and held up something that he could not see... however, he guessed it was somehow important.  Everyone else there seemed to know far more about the happenings on this world, which was to be expected.  Everything seemed to be happening at once, which was difficult to deal with, especially since the burning city seemed so familiar.  It tugged at distant memories through a haze of forgotten time.  Then it hit him.<br/><br/><strong>"New York."</strong><br/><br/>Before he could say anything else, the master of magnetism landed dramatically amongst them, proclaiming he was with them as well.  Streak had no idea who the man was, but he too radiated an awesome force of personality, like someone used to getting his way.  The way that some of the others were reacting to him made him wary, but the Captain seemed to be willing to accept his help.  Streak crossed his arms, now noticing the armored form of Spider-Man as he emerged from the shattered house that they stood nearby.  Judging by the reactions of those around him, he was not a new threat.  He really needed to get a solid accounting of who was who.  He looked toward the Raven Queen again, and offered her a nod.