"What the hell!" exclaimed Peter as he looked down on Sabertooth's corpse while Hawkgirl celebrated.
"What?" questioned Hawkgirl.
"You killed him," replied Peter, agitated by how unfazed she was.
"What did you expect? He tried to kill us, and if he succeeded, he would have continued to kill even more people. What was I supposed to do? Take him to the park for a picnic." replied Hawkgirl.
"Everyone deserves a second chance, and we don't even know their circumstances. Who are we to decide someone's fate? If that happens, who will keep us in check?" retorted Peter.
"You are so naive! This isn't a Wonderland Spider-Man where everything is nice and dandy like a comic book or movie! Behemoth died because of him, and you think we should just let him live?" replied Hawkgirl.
"What you wanted was revenge, not what was right. Supercharger, the guy I stopped, was found out to have basically been lobotomized by a horrific accident at work that caused him to have a hatred for superhumans to an unnatural degree. Does he deserve to die when it isn't even his fault, just pure bad luck?" replied Peter.
"What do you suggest then? Have a dinner party with him in prison to listen to his story!" replied Hawkgirl.
"Just listen to them because, whether you like it or not, they are still people, Hawkgirl, just like us. One small change in our path could have made us just like them! If they're unredeemable monsters, sure, but it's never just black and white; there are so many people in between." replied Peter.
"It doesn't change the fact that he was already too far gone to be redeemed; he killed so many people, and you want to give him a chance to do it again!?" replied Hawkgirl, frustrated.
"Did we see the same person? Did he immediately attack us? No! He let us grieve, and you think he was proud of what he would become. He was scared and sorrowed, just like the rest of us! He wasn't the monster you want him to be; he had complex emotions and thoughts and probably an even more complicated life than us. Imagine living a normal life when a little anger could turn you into a blood-hungry beast," replied Peter.
"I guess we just don't think in the wavelength, but no matter what you say, I stand by my actions," replied Hawkgirl, holding her wound and silence became between the two for a little while.
"Sit down; let me stop the bleeding," asked Peter.
Hawkgirl quietly sat down on her back against the truck and wrapped his webs around the wound as the two stayed silent.
"Thank you," said Hawkgirl.
"No problem," replied Peter.
VULCAN & TIGRA
"Well, what do we have here?" said Tigra, now standing a few feet from Vulcan, who continued to enjoy his pie.
Vulcan used a tissue to clean his mouth and stood up from his seat. "Hello, Tigra," he replied.
"Ohhhh, you know me?" replied Tigra.
"I know every superhuman in this city," replied Vulcan.
"Wow, what a way to make a girl feel special," she joked.
"Do you think you can take me on your own?" asked Vulcan.
"It shouldn't hurt to try," replied Tigra, unsheathing her claws.
"I like your confidence, but confidence doesn't mean anything against something way beyond yourself, and you'll come to realise that soon enough," replied Vulcan.
Tigra sent a flurry of slashes at Vulcan, who didn't even bother to dodge as the claws dug deep into his skin and blood trickled to the floor and stained Tigra's claws.
Vulcan punched Tigra in the solar plexus just once, causing her to fall to her knees immediately as she gagged. She held the area tightly as it seared in so much pain; she never felt something as bad as this in all her life.
"Is that all? I was expecting more from someone who wanted to become an Avenger," Vulcan mocked her with a small grin.
Tigra quickly pounced back to her feet and went for a stab to the heart, which was effortlessly grabbed by Vulcan. Vulcan held her arm tightly, so much so that you could hear Tigra's bones crack as she yelled in pain, trying to release herself from his grip.
Vulcan swiftly punched Tigra's chest, causing her to fall on her knees again and spit blood onto the floor. Tigra fell into despair, looking at the ground, as the thought that she was going to die took over.
"Look at me," demanded Vulcan too, to which Tigra complied. She saw all the wounds on his chest close and disappear like she had done nothing in the first place. "You lost as soon as you decided you were better than you actually were," he added.
Vulcan gently put his hands around her neck and lifted her up, increasing the pressure slowly. Tigra gasped for breath while struggling, trying her best to get Vulcan's hands off of her to no avail.
Tigra used her tail and wrapped it around Vulcan's neck, but he didn't seem fazed at all, and he held a cold, deadpan look at her as he slowly choked her. Soon all the power Tigra had left disappeared, her tail released its grip, and her eyes rolled up into her head.
Vulcan threw Tigra through the coffee shop window, and she collided with all the chairs and tables and gasped for air again as she saw Vulcan come closer to her. The fear in her eyes still remained, and she started to shiver.
"TIGRA!" shouted 3D-Man from outside the shop as he searched around for her. "She should be in that coffee shop," he muttered confusedly. He stopped his walk and stared as Vulcan slowly exited the shop through the broken window and into the middle of the road.
"Hello 3D-Man. I believe I have some information you'd love very much to know, and I hope with it you'll see that you're fighting on the wrong side," he asked.
"Shut your ass up! Tryna look cool exiting a broken window when the door's right there, dumbass!" replied 3D-Man, reading his fists.
"It wasn't aliens that made you like this; it's the very people you are currently protecting. They did the same to us, but from children, not you. They stripped you of your family and tortured you before expecting you to reintegrate into society like nothing ever happened. Let me tell you a story, and I don't expect you to believe me. Just listen. That's all I ask," asked Vulcan.
3D-Man was hesitant, but he felt the sincerity in Vulcan's words, and he put his fists down. "Go on," he replied.
If Vulcan had answers for what happened to him, he would listen.