<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, Segwaying to Emma<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Streak stood impassively as those around him spoke, watching and waiting for any more foes to appear.  The longer they stayed in the open, the more likely they would be attacked again.  He stayed out of the drama developing between Magneto and Gambit, not knowing the background, though both men seemed haughty to his eyes.  It wasn't until he saw a familiar energy envelop the one calling herself Raven Queen, and she screamed, falling to the ground.  He tilted his head, curious as to what had happened.  He didn't even recall the woman being in contact with his eye beams, but he could be mistaken.  His energy had certainly never done that before.  He spoke calmly as he regarded the woman, stepping toward her form which now lay on the ground.<br/><br/><strong>"Is she ok?"</strong><br/><br/>Then he was addressed by the star spangled hero, and he offered a nod in turn.  He considered himself an ally to those who counted evil as their enemies.  He wasn't even sure if he would classify himself as truly<em>good</em>any longer, however... he had done too much in the name of the greater good, made sacrifices when he had to.  He wasn't sure if half of those gathered could do the same when push came to shove.  The purple and maroon garbed man calling himself Magneto, perhaps.  He replied to Captain America, his voice unwavering.<br/><br/><strong>"I will do everything in my power to assist your cause.  I"-<br/></strong><br/>Then it happened, a telepathic plea for help unheard by the others in the vicinity thanks to the magnetic field generated by the self styled Master of Magnetism.  It was very possible that whatever force guided the man who called himself Streak<em>wanted</em>him to hear this.  He looked up and had been about to say something when he vanished in a hail of azure energy, gone as though he was never there... only the crater he had left any indication that the man was indeed real.