Inside an out-of-control delivery truck.
There was a metal man made entirely of steel, and a young woman named Domino whose luck was so absurdly good she would survive even if Earth exploded.
There was also a freak with the equivalent of immortality.
And an outstanding warrior, skilled in silent killing, a master archer, and a hardworking employee.
A senior agent—Hawkeye Clint Barton.
Guess who would survive this car crash?
The answer was that fate lay in the hands gripping the steering wheel. Clint put every ounce of strength he had into it.
Ahead was a passing box truck. If they hit it head-on, no one knew who would die.
But the cab would be the first place no one could escape from.
Clint had no intention of entrusting his life to the airbag in the steering wheel, especially when right above it—
Deadpool Wade had stuck a ring of rhinestone decals.
This side toward the enemy—Claymore mine!
So Clint cranked the wheel hard. With the vehicle accelerating, the delivery truck swung sideways.
Still parallel to the truck, it slammed brutally into the side of the box truck's cargo compartment with a deafening boom.
Inside the truck, everyone was thrown into chaos.
During that sharp turn, Colossus seemed to briefly escape gravity. He crashed headfirst into the monitor, then smashed through the windshield, his head sticking outside.
He punched a dent into the container the box truck was hauling.
It definitely did not feel good.
It was even a little awful. But if someone suffered, then according to the law of conservation of energy, someone else was bound to enjoy themselves.
Take the lucky one, Domino. She was currently sheltered beneath Colossus's body, safely riding out the crash.
Of course, the others did not get that luxury.
Domino's power was