"Well, shit."
Will had just spent his third day wandering around New York. The first day, there was the meeting with the JSA that ended...well, "odd" would be putting it mildly. The second, he met Jonathan Kent, the son of Superman. his grand entrance? Spilling blueberry cheesecake chunk all over the famous "S".
The third? A mass of self-propelled toys that shoot corrosive acid.
Without a second thought, Will found a small alley (New York is awesome that way) and yelled the word to become Marvel.
"SHAZAM!"
In a flash, Will was flying forward into what looked to be a childs' nightmare. Citizens were running from the horde of misfit toys, which proceeded to spit out it's corrosive payload. Marvel got in the way of three such attacks, taking the shots for innocent New yorkers who were unlucky enough to be in their way. The Power of Zeus did wonders to ensure the attack did no damage to him, but the sick smell made Will a bit more light-headed than he liked.
Determining where the attack originated, Captain Marvel flew in just in time to see an umbrella construct protect someone in a very brightly colored uniform.
"Hey, man," Will said in recognizing his fellow JSA'er. "Who's the clown with the busted up face?"
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