A few young men led the charge, stirring up the atmosphere inside Iron City...
Dwarf Prince Volstagg returned from the city wall, mounted a massive bighorn sheep, and turned to face the 5,000 elite dwarves—the best of the best. He let out an excited roar...
Lennox of the Avengers urged his battle armor back to his unit. After high-fiving several companions who had long since taken their positions, Lennox glanced at the unopened gate ahead and shouted to his 2,000 men, "The moment the gate opens, we charge out. The boss gave us the best treatment and the best weapons. If we lose to those dwarves, I'll fire every last one of you when we get back...
Because you old fogies have disgraced humanity!"
Lennox's words drew a burst of laughter. Hawkeye adjusted an arrow in his bow and grinned at his twin brother Aaron beside him. "That clean freak is more worked up than someone high on marijuana. He's even forgotten who the real tough guys are."
Aaron glanced at his brother, hesitated, then said, "Can you still run and jump like you used to? I've had to get up twice every night to use the bathroom lately..."
As he spoke, Aaron peered through the crack in the gate at the fierce battlefield beyond. He shook his head and said, "Compared to those kids, we really are getting old."
Hawkeye laughed it off. "So what? My daughter's already better at archery than I am. But lately, she's been hounding me about joining the Avengers.
I'll have to tell her that until I breathe my last, that idea of hers is nothing but a dream.
How could a girl run around with a bunch of filthy soldiers?"
Coulson walked out of a small house near the city wall with