<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, Carnage, Spider-Man, Gambit, Captain America<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>The cloud of dust lingered for a moment in the air about the battlefield like a heavy, opaque curtain of grey clouds until it slowly fell, the fine particles finally succumbing to gravity and the edges of the crater could be hazily seen through what dust remained in the air.  The interior of the ten foot deep crater was not visible for another moment or two, only to reveal the form of a man slowly making it to his feet.  The figure's short hair glinted in the light from above, as though it were made of metallic strands of chrome, and his eyes could be seen glowing a soft light blue.  As he got fully to his feet and the dust cleared from where he stood, it was clear that he wore a uniform of some sort, though it was tattered and torn in places.  The uniform was a flat black with golden yellow stripes down his arms and legs and a thicker stripe of the same color that comprised his chest.  On his belt was a stylized 'S' and his gloves and boots were that same golden yellow color.  His head was exposed, no cowl or mask obscuring his handsome features.<br/><br/>He rose from the crater like an angel ascending to the heavens, but he stopped short of doing just that about ten feet above ground level, hovering in place as he quickly surveyed his surroundings.  He had missed most of the gore involving Carnage, but he did see the creature bragging about having killed a woman... or was that women?  He wasn't certain, but he knew he needed to avoid the disorientation that often came with being sent to a new world.  Obviously, he was needed here... he saw a man wearing the red, white and blue of the American nation.  He saw a lithe man in a garish red and blue costume speaking to the former, and a man in a long brown trench coat flinging energy charged objects at the crimson villain... and another very large man of metal who was sinking in quicksand from the look of it, covered in what appeared to be the same substance that the villainous creature was comprised of.<br/><br/>As he took in the scene, his uniform began to writhe near where the tears and tatters were, writhing and oozing over the areas of his muscular body that had been exposed before, the eufiber costume slowly beginning to repair itself.  Cyan eyes narrowed as he had but a split second to decide what to do.  He looked to the fleeing Carnage... then back to Colossus, who seemed to be imploring for help to the man in the trenchcoat.  A choice was made and he burst into action.  Flying quickly to land just outside the quicksand that was hindering the large Russian mutant, his eyes started to glow more brightly as he spoke, his voice hardened with a touch of weariness to it.<br/><br/><strong>"My apologies in advance, friend... this may sting a bit."</strong><br/><br/>Twin beams of azure energy erupted from his eyes in a wide arc to strike Colossus' form as well as the symbiote substance that covered it with raw creation, a small amount of the essence of the big bang itself in the form of an intense blast of concussive heat.  Streak did not know if the man's metallic form could withstand the attack were it more focused, so he was not going to risk anything but a smaller amount of power to rid him of the alien substance.  Little did Streak know that heat was one of the symbiote's weaknesses.  He would very likely find out soon enough.