Quoting DB Sommer <sommert@connecttime.net>:

do was get into the vault, grab the money, and he'd have it all.

The super-villain released one of the dozen white-faced that had

white-faced heros

been so 
easily incapacitated. He warned, "Don't try anything, or we'll find
out 
if my cloth drill can bore its way through human flesh better than
steel 
doors."

The mime began pantomiming. Gypsy Moth watched closely, speaking
aloud 
to make certain he understood things correctly. "You're� not� a� 
superhero�. You� and� your� companions� are� just� ordinary�
mimes." 

Pantomime isn't sign language.  He wouldn't spell out every word in
gestures separately.  It would go something like:

"Superhero?  Not a superhero?  You...  and your companions...  are just
ordinary mimes?"

Gypsy Moth shook his head. "Impossible! You attacked me as soon as
I 
appeared. Only a superhero would try to stop a super-villain."

The mime began signing again.

"You� thought� I� was� another� street� performer� trying� to�
muscle� 
in� on� your� turf�." 

"You thought...  I... was an elephant eating spaghetti?  I was feeding
a cat?  Oh!  You thought I was another street performer! 

Gypsy Moth bristled. "How dare you imply that

I, a 
great and powerful super-villain, would have anything in common
with 
some pretentious avant garde clown! Especially in my obvious 
super-villain garb." He spun around, displaying his brown and blue
body 
suit, the antenna projecting from the cowl's headpiece and the 
transparent insect wings jouncing about. "For that insult, I shall
crush 
you!"

Before Gypsy Moth could squeeze the mime's clothing so tight his
face 
paint would come off, there was a tremendous explosion. The
villain's 
mouth dropped open as a hammer flew through one of the walls of the

bank, creating a huge hole, before returning through the aperture
it had 
made.

There was no time to react as, from the opposite side, a huge green
form 
hurtled through the wall as though it were made of paper, landing
nearby.

A door opened at the front of the bank, heralding a shield-toting 
redhead. "Doors, guys! Doors! It's okay to use them."

The Hulk turned to Bucky. "Shield Girl is just jealous because she
can't 
smash through walls like Hulk."

"Yeah. It's all I can do to keep from turning as green as you in
envy," 
she said flatly.

"Hulk knew," he said smugly.

Heck, maybe the big guy's even right.  

Thor emerged from the hole Mjolnir had made. She leveled her hammer
at 
Gypsy Moth. "Hold, base villain, and surrender to the might of the

Goddess of Thunder."

Bucky said, "Avengers! There are other people here, you know."

Gypsy Moth's attention went to each of the newcomers in turn. He
waited 
patiently until they finished sniping at one another. Once they
calmed 
down, he postured before them. "Fools! You have entered the lair,
no, 
cocoon of the Gypsy Moth, who single-handedly nearly defeated all
of the 
Defenders."

"The who?" Bucky asked.

"They're superheroes."

"Never heard of them," Bucky said.

"They're a non-team."

"What is a non-team?" Hulk asked.

"It's where some people on it feel it's a team, but others say it's
just 
a collection of individuals with an ever changing roster."

Teams have a roster.  Collections of individuals just have people
who happen to be in the same place.  

"Fine," Bucky said. "Next question, why did you pick a stupid name
like 
Gypsy Moth?"

"Because I can telekinetically control cloth." He laughed in a 
half-crazed, half-sinister, fashion.

The Hulk was the first to react. "That's a stupid superpower."

The Hulk knows what "telekinetically" means?  

"I knew it!" Bucky shouted, looking like she was ready to turn
around 
and walk out. "As soon as I laid eyes on that stupid outfit I knew
this 
guy was a moron. We should have let Daredevil handle it solo. His 
rogue's gallery is nothing but losers. Some cloth controlling bug
guy 
would be a perfect addition to it."

Daredevil:  Well at least I have a rogue's gallery.  When's the last
time you took on someone on your own?  

Thor looped her hammer to her belt. "Verily. Tis beneath the
Goddess of 
Thunder to deal with such fools. Hulk, grab yon miscreant and let
us be 
on our way."

The Hulk scratched his head. "Hulk thought Stupid Bug Man was Gypsy

Moth, not Miss Creant. Stupid Bug Man is not even a girl."

"I'll do it," Bucky said, moving toward the villain.

Gypsy Moth didn't move. He simply stood there casually, saying, "I
think 
not."

Thor, Hulk, and Bucky suddenly found their clothing tear free from
their 
bodies and fly to the far side of the room, as though the material
had 
the substance of the wind.

The Hulk noticed the draft and looked down. "What happen to Hulk's

pants?" As he looked around for them, he saw Thor's naked body, 
displaying divine attributes that were proportional to her six and
a 
half foot frame. Blood shot out of his nose, spraying upward like a

fountain, while his eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

spraying outward like a fountain.  

Bucky wrapped herself in the cape. While she was a tall, buxom
girl,

She is?  She generally looks to be roughly the height of all the other
girls in the manga and anime although better endowed.  

Gym class was a pain, Ukyou decided. Sports bras were a hassle, and
she 
hated those idiot ensembles girls had to wear. Guys' gym clothes
were 
more practical, comfortable, and never rode into her crotch.

On the other hand Ukyou probably found finding a way to change without
any boy seeing to be a bit of a pain.  

some 
excuse. Maybe she had late homework she had to turn in. It was
either 
that or come up with a plastic outfit.

Which might not work anyway.  Gypsy Moth's limitation is probably
psychological meaning that he could control anything that he thought
of as clothing.  

Satisfied her point had been made (if only she knew about it) Ukyou

accepted the offer, drew another arrow and lined up for another
shot. 
Pride wouldn't allow her to 'miss' so badly a second time. 

Good sense wouldn't let her do that twice.  It was reckless to do it
once.  




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