The Controller
"Here they come," Basil said, perfectly content to stand back as he made Iron Man level the wall between them and yet another AIM base.
He'd find where that freak MODOC was sooner or later.
"Destroy it. Destroy it all."
Tony
And hey, look at that! Just what Tony was doing. Who would have guessed that the guy who went by 'The Controller' was really good at making people do as he ordered? Oh wait, everyone.
With a ruthless efficiency that Tony lacked when he could make his own decisions, he blasted away the AIM minions who stood in his way. Weapons blown up and defenders scattered in only a matter of minutes. Until he was suddenly struck from behind, that is. With enough force to make him step forward to regain his balance.
MODOC
"Intruder designation: Iron Man," the giant, floating head shouted. Because inside voices were for humans without his vast mental powers. "You are a fool to attack AIM. None may resist MODOC's mental blasts!"
Take that mental blast, Iron Man! Take it!
Tony
...or not. Not worked too.
Tony didn't scream in pain as he might have in the last face off against MODOC's super not fun brain blasts. Instead, he charged up the unibeam in the middle of the suit's breast plate and knocked MODOC out of the air.
Like shooting giant heads in a barrel.
MODOC
"ERROR," MODOC shouted from his spot on the floor. Oh god, he was like a turtle on his back!
Wait... wait. He remembered the jets and was back in the air in moments. "ERROR."
The Controller
"Is there a problem, MODOC?" Basil chimed in, stepping out from where he'd hidden for safety while Iron Man cleared his path. "My controller discs make your mental blasts useless."
He smiled, a baring of teeth more than any real joy. "You hideous monstrosity."
MODOC
"Sandhurst, Basil. Betrayer."
Yes, thank you for that exposition.
"Eliminate!"
One of the jets holding him aloft gave out, sending MODOC crashing to the floor before the other went into overtime to keep that giant head up. "Malfunction. Must repair. MODOC must endure! Must escape!"
The Controller
That got a laugh out of Basil before he clapped his hands together as though that was necessary to spur his little Iron Man puppet into action.
"That's enough entertainment. Finish it."
Tony
Tony gritted his teeth, fighting against the order with everything he could manage. It wasn't enough to keep him from holding up a hand, repulsor ready to finish MODOC off.
But enough to keep from activating the weapon, at least.
He wasn't about to be made a murderer. Even if MODOC didn't really qualify as human.
The Controller
Ugh.
"Are you actually trying to resist me? For this?" Basil sighed, fiddling the the controlling helmet. "Well then. Let's try full power on the disc."
HULK (with Rhodey and Rick)
Which would, of course, be the right moment for the Hulk to burst through the ceiling. With two teenagers in hand.
Two very disgruntled teenagers.
"Hulk SMASH."
Bruce
Bruce looked down from the hole created in the ceiling as he watched... that other green guy jump to the floor.
"Do I really sound like that?" he asked. "I mean can't I add an article or two in there to spice things up?"
Clint
"It's okay, we love you no matter how badly you mangle the English language," Clint said. "What do you think he's doing with those kids?"
Natasha
Two Hulks. Or, one Hulk and one potential Hulk. This was not Natasha's favorite day ever.
"Hopefully nothing involving smashing," she said, also peering through the hole.
Steve
"I'm sure they're fine," Steve said. "I spoke with Rhodey on the phone."
Bruce
"I'm assuming that's one of the disgruntled looking kids being manhandled?" Bruce asked carefully. "Because I'm not sure that's my definition of fine."
Coulson
"They're alive. It could be worse," Coulson offered. Helpfully.
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