Boarding

Alvin piloted War God No. 3 down onto Russell's fishing boat. His flying was still pretty rough, and he ran several steps across the deck before an outside force brought him to a stop.

Russell looked at the huge hole Alvin had smashed into the cabin, then tilted his head and gave Stark a strange look. "There's no fixing what's wrong with him, is there?"

Stark was thrilled that Alvin had arrived in the nick of time. At Russell's teasing, he smiled and spread his hands. "Nobody's perfect. Besides, your beat-up boat couldn't have cost much..."

Alvin pushed aside the jumble of things on top of him, shook his dizzy head, and got to his feet.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. field agent in a black uniform clutched a massive rocket in his hands. His legs trembled as he stared at the terrifying War God No. 3.

Alvin awkwardly took off his helmet and gave the young S.H.I.E.L.D. agent an embarrassed smile. "The weather outside wasn't great, and the emergency landing was pretty rough..."

As he spoke, Alvin noticed the young agent's wet crotch and stepped forward with concern, wanting to say something. The agent cried out in terror, "Don't move, don't move..."

Alvin froze with one foot raised in midair and looked down awkwardly. It turned out that he'd smashed through several crates of weapons when he crashed in, scattering more than a dozen rockets across the floor.

The young agent slowly set down the rocket in his hands, then carefully walked over to Alvin and separated several rockets that had been piled together. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. In a near-tearful voice, he said to Alvin, "Sir, please be careful. Just now, just now..."

Alvin carefully lowered his raised foot to the floor, then started cautiously toward