Avengers Wreckage
“Damn it,” the Wrecker growled as he lounged in their hide out, his purple hood sitting in his lap as the green suited criminal ate a sandwich, “when can we get out of here?!”
“Calm down,” Thunderball said grimly, the black man in yellow and green looking out the flop house window, “we have to stay undercover, for now. When Amora
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