It had worked, and it was worth it. The universe was saved, Thanos had won, and the power of the Infinity Stones was gone from the entire universe, fo...ever. ---Carol Danvers, the galactically-famous (and feared by villains) Captain Marvel, soared and twirled gracefully through a cloudless sky over New York City. Up here in the privacy of flight, she smiled with contentment. There were plenty of people down there, even amongst what was left of the Avengers, that always ribbed her about smiling. Homeland Security and the FBI aren't doing much better, though they do have some physical evidence that I might be able to use.Let's see ... The vehicle used as the car bomb was stolen from a suburbanite five nights before the bomb was set off. That must mean that the bomb was assembled locally. My first guess is that they used an empty building somewhere to do the assembly. I hate to use a stereotype, but my guess is that the bombers were Moslem. There is a fair sized community of Moslems in. Not the kind of stuff he normally drank. He was a beer and shots man himself. He felt a little dizzy. The champagne must have gone to his head. Must have been a little stronger than he thought.“You look really pretty,” whispered Goodhead, taking the glass from Bonkabitch, kissing him on his lipstick painted lips. “You look really sexy, you little cross dressing sissy boy.”Goodhead ran a hand over Bonkabitch’s thigh, moving his skirt aside, running a hand over his black hold-ups.“It’s going. We don't know what we're walking into and it would be best until we have a plan of attack."Dean and Mark started for their sidearms before getting hold of themselves. They were edgy and more than a little scared. Dean spoke for the both of them when he replied," Sheriff, I took this job to help people. You know I'm a little scared, but I just imagine that little boy is even more scared than I am. So if it's ok with you, I'm in this to the end." Mark nodded agreement as he withdrew his Kevlar.