Tango with Centangel [Official Fight]

[The Vision]

As Centurion collapsed to the ground, the Avengers glanced at each other.

"Wait," Marcus groaned, "Was that it?"

"I guess," Moon Knight shrugged.

"Yeah, I told him we weren't gonna hurt that girl, and he just, stopped?" Dick glanced at the others, confused. "I... don't think he was kidnapping her."

The fighters stood on the street to catch their breath. The once-smooth and nearly shiny concrete was now cracked and covered with dust. The steel plates holding down hovercraft charging stations were starting to rattle in place. A piece of sidewalk inexplicably floated in the air, while rubble surrounded them in a ring of destruction. Their earpieces buzzed as Edwin Jarvis began to speak.

"What the devil are you doing?"

Moon Knight tapped his earpiece and said, "Hey, Jarvis. We got the suspect, just waiting for authorities to-"

"This isn't Costa del Sol!" Mr. Jarvis shouted (many of them noted that this was the first time the butler ever raised his voice), "This is the seat of the Empire's power! The authorities are en route to arrest you."

Dust, having by now transformed back into his human form, ignored the pulsing black vein in his neck as he tapped his own earpiece.

"But we didn't do anything wrong. We actually stopped a crime! We're helping!"

"This is not how the Empire handles business, Master Dust," Mr. Jarvis snapped, "The Empire prefers to maintain the image that Coruscant is a crimeless city, one where injustice and other unpleasantries simply do not exist. They will maintain this illusion as much as they can, starting with arresting and silencing all

"Alright, then," Moon Knight sighed, "Avengers, we gotta go. Get that armor-guy and-"

"I absolutely wouldn't recommend that, sir," Mr. Jarvis replied, his voice suddenly very calm once more, "The public hold us in low regard as it is. Perhaps we should allow the authorities to carry out what judgement they deem best?"

"I'm sorry, are we going to jail now?" Dust asked incredulously.

Marcus grunted, "Great."

"You want us," Moon Knight grumbled, "to just sit here and get arrested unfairly?"

"To avoid a larger fiasco, yes, I urge you to remain," Mr. Jarvis said, "The reach of their legal forces are... extensive. And quite violent. Resisting arrest will only make matters worse."

The team looked at each other with worried glances.

"But that's not justice," Moon Knight hissed, "We need to stop them."

"No," Dick sighed, "If what Mr. Jarvis says is true, we need to cooperate. But seeing as they're not here yet-"

On cue, the Avengers were quickly surrounded by three hovercrafts with red and blue lights almost painful to look at. They floated about ten feet above them as each hovercraft revealed their blasters. They flashed their spotlights on the team.

"This is the Imperial Police! In the name of the Emperor, you are under arrest! Stand down immediately!"

Dust sighed. "You jinxed it."

"Stand down, Avengers!" Mr. Jarvis urged them once more, "Please. We will sort it out later."

Moon Knight grimaced under his mask as he knelt and put his hands behind his head.

"Avengers," he ordered, "Stand down."

Dick opened his mouth to protest, but Dust glared at him as he got on his knees. Dick grit his teeth and went down. Marcus gripped Moon Knight's shoulder.

"Listen," the Terminator muttered, "I've already been to jail in... my own world. I'm not going back."

"We have to," Moon Knight sighed, "We have no choice."

"What if they never let us out again?"

"They will," Moon Knight mumbled, "Trust Jarvis."

The hovercrafts' blasters clicked and pointed at Marcus, who was the only person left not kneeling. The Terminator grimaced and begrudgingly dropped to one knee. After sharing another quick protesting glance with Moon Knight, Marcus Wright finally lowered his other knee and put his hands behind his head.

The hovercrafts descended and opened up, revealing a platoon of Stormtroopers inside each. The soldiers jogged out in formation, cuffing the Avengers, along with their unconscious acquaintances.

"By the Emperor, look at these freaks. What the hell is this one's deal anyway?"

One of the Stormtroopers reached down towards Moon Knight's mask. His comrade smacked his arm away.

"C'mon, man, these are Primes. That could be its face or something. Let's just cuff 'em up and bring 'em to HQ."

"Roger that," the first soldier sighed, restraining Moon Knight's arms with handcuffs.

"Electromagnetic clamps, punk," one of the troops bragged to Marcus, "even robots like you can't do anything about that."

"Go fuck yourself," Marcus responded.

The Stormtrooper chuckled. "What'd you just say to me?"

The soldier raised his rifle, ready to blast Marcus' head off. Dick cried out, "Wait!"

The entire platoon stared at the superhero. Dick blinked rapidly, then spoke.

"Uh... That's how people say... Hello. In his original world," Dick shrugged, "I dunno, it's a culture thing."

The Stormtrooper kept his rifle pressed against Marcus' temple. One of his squadmates nodded.

"Yeah, like in Rick and Morty, there was that one episode where Rick told an entire planet that-"

Noticing that every single person nearby was staring at him, the Stormtrooper suddenly fell silent. The soldier lowered his gun and punched Marcus in the face. He recoiled slightly, due to the metallic skeleton underneath. The Stormtrooper glared at the Terminator.

"Yeah, well, you're in Coruscant now, you metal freak," the soldier growled, hostility dripping from his voice like venom, "Learn the language. Get these prisoners on the transports. Tell the Mem-Wipes to get their asses over here. We don't want anything like last Saturday to happen again."

The Avengers glanced at each other nervously as they boarded the hovercrafts.

Fun's over. Now the Avengers are going to jail.