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When Captain America throws his mighty shield, all those who chose to oppose his shield must

yield.

If he's led to a fight and a duel is due, then the red's in the white and the blue will

come through.

Captain America throws his mighty hand.

In the headquarters of the famous Avengers, Captain America is concluding a meeting with

the three newest members.

This is Quicksilver.

He has the ability to move with superhuman speed.

This is his sister Wanda, the Scarlet Witch.

Hers is the hex power of magic.

The third of the newcomers is named Hawkeye, the one with the mighty arrows and caustic

tongue.

You three take the night off.

Go enjoy yourselves.

I'll stand watch here.

Why is it you never go on Captain America?

Glamour boy's afraid he'll miss a call to duty.

Never mind me.

What are your plans for tonight, Quicksilver?

Well, the circus is in town, and you know I never miss the big talk.

Oh, you and your big talk.

I have tickets for the theater in case anybody's interested.

Maybe Hawkeye here might be.

Not me.

I'm experimenting with a new type of arrow.

But I think our heroic leader should relax and, uh...

No.

Someone must stand watch.

You seem depressed, Captain America.

To be frank, I've been thinking of retiring from the Avengers.

Aw, come on, wing head.

You'd never leave?

You need this kind of existence.

We'd be lost without you.

You're not serious, are you?

Yes, our next assignment may well be my last.

I thought you were kidding.

Hope you changed your mind, Captain.

I think you're just bored.

Wait till the next call to action.

Perhaps.

Anyway, you go on.

I'll stand watch.

Well, all right.

If you need us, just give the signal.

And so the man whose name is hailed wherever freedom rings stands watch alone.

A few blocks away, Wanda the Scarlet Witch is quietly enjoying the theater.

And at the edge of town...

Say, that trapeze team is great.

Boy, would I love to soar through the air like that.

Wait.

Something's wrong.

I can't reach you.

I've got a muscle cramp.

Hey.

He falls.

There's no net.

He'll fall to his death.

He hasn't a chance.

But he does have a chance.

Suddenly, a figure leaps from the stands, an elusive blur of motion.

Did you see that?

I wonder how they did it.

Oh, it was a corner.

I don't know how it happened.

Well, I'm not complaining.

You were lucky.

Meanwhile, in the Avengers lab, Hawkeye is ready to test a new arrow.

If this works, it'll be worth all the time I've spent on it.

It's a newly designed arrow that is a one-ton signal.

I did it!

The vibrating arrow works.

Wait means nothing.

If the ultrasonic vibration is perfectly pitched.

Little do the Avengers suspect that soon they will be involved in the strange affairs of

the puppet state of Syn-Con, halfway around the globe.

You have been too slow in paying your taxes.

This is a bad thing.

The state protects you from the imperialistic dangers that threaten you.

You must pay the state.

But you have taken everything!

We can't pay no more!

Who spoke those treasonous words?

Is this how you repay the generosity of our beloved commissar?

Bow your heads in shame.

Has he not pledged his awesome strength in your behalf?

Behold how he displays his might to prove his love for you.

See, I stand ready to fight for you against the scheming Americans.

I will grind them to dust beneath my feet.

But we do not fear the Americans.

They have been our friends.

So, you are still victims of their propaganda.

Only we are your friends.

They are weak.

We are strong and can defend you.

Now, bow down before the generosity of your commissar.

As you will one day see the Americans, bow down before me.

Very soon.

In New York, Captain America is monitoring the shortwave radio.

Radio free Syn-Con, calling the Avengers.

The enemy is destroying our land.

Only you can help.

We read you.

Radio free Syn-Con.

The Avengers shall be alerted.

Your call for help will be answered.

Over.

Time is not the entrance.

The situation was for the hour.

You must hurry.

Over and out.

The fools, they have swallowed the bait.

The people shall watch me destroy them.

If you defeat them, your name will be immortalized throughout the land.

If you say if, I shall crush them, as I crush them, as I crush them, as I crush them.

Be scrawnet.

The trap is set.

Are the unsuspecting Avengers destined to walk blindly into a trap of doom?

A trap prepared by the most deadly, the most powerful fool of all.

I didn't think Syn-Con had an underground movement.

Anyway, it's what I've been waiting for.

A call to action.

Now to alert the others.

So the country of Syn-Con does have an underground.

I promise them help.

Now, are there any questions?

No glamour pants.

We get the message.

Let's go.

Hold it, Hawkeye.

We do not get the message.

Yes, our purpose is to battle crime.

We're supposed to clobber injustice.

And when liberty's threatened, justice goes down the drain.

But if you two want out, old winghead and I can handle it long.

You've made your point, Hawkeye.

We shall fight as a team, as always.

If necessary, I would have gone alone, but I'm glad you're all here with me.

Let's go to our plane.

Some hours later, a sleek, specially built jet nears the shores of the puppet country,

to Syn-Con.

Welcome to Syn-Con, honorable adventures.

The mighty Commissar sends his compliments.

Can these odd-looking characters be the mighty Avengers?

The great Commissar will make short work of them.

I don't like this, all those guns pointed at us.

For what reason?

There's something wrong.

They are certainly not the underground.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Let's tear into them.

No, no, Hawkeye.

Not yet.

We'll play it by ear.

The honorable Avengers look fearful.

There is no need.

Our limousine awaits.

They are here, Exarcy.

The Avengers have entered the trap.

Ah, so they are here at last.

Go forward, prepare a suitable welcome.

Keep cool.

Anything can happen now.

Remain here.

The Commissar will see you at his place.

I'm glad they've left us alone, but I wonder what they've planned in our honor.

I don't know, but be on your toes.

We should have jumped them outside.

I don't like this waiting.

Say, what was that?

Those steel doors behind us.

They're closing.

They're trying to lock us in.

We can't let that happen.

Quicksilver, it's time for your speed.

Too late.

Hold.

It's up to you, Hawkeye.

Use your blast arrow.

You should have let me start fighting before we got in this mess.

I'll charge through first.

Quicksilver, you wait for my signal.

Here goes.

Now, Quicksilver.

No, no, no, wait.

There are more behind me.

Fear not, Captain America.

A simple hex on their guns.

Behold, how happens.

The bullets will not remain in the barrels.

But others are coming.

I cannot hex them all.

Look out.

Behind you.

Now, Quicksilver.

They're set up just right for you.

Once again, we are victorious under your leadership.

I'm afraid we're a long way from victory, Wanda.

Say, you're just a big, bold bundle of confidence today, aren't you?

Well, at any rate, what do we do next?

Our main objective is to contact the underground, unless...

Are you thinking what I am?

That we've been duped?

That there is no underground?

Wanda!

Look out!

The floor!

Help!

Help!

I'm bored!

It's swung closed.

We've got to get to her.

Stand back.

My blast arrow can pulverize any work of stone.

No, no.

You might cause a caving.

It's Wanda.

Hey, wait for us.

My sister, are you all right?

Did they harm you?

No.

But I cannot use my hex power through this blindfold.

We'll get you out of there, somehow, Wanda.

My shield might loosen those bars.

Save your strength, pal.

I've got a better idea.

Well, don't just stand there.

Hurry, will you?

Relax.

I'll just use my flare arrow.

I'll strike it against the wall like a mac.

It's concentrated heat will melt those bars like butter.

But behind the Avengers, through the vents, an odorless gas is being pumped into the chamber.

I feel like a man in a trance.

I can't see and I hardly think.

I-- I feel so.

No, I-- I'm getting groggy.

Something's wrong.

I-- I can't keep my eyes open.

What's-- what's happening to us?

Soon, the gas takes its toll.

Three silent, motionless figures lie on the stone floor.

Can this be the end of Cap's fateful vision?

Oh, my head.

What was it, sleeping gas?

Yes, and while we slept, we were transported to this room.

Holy smoke.

Look at the size of that guy, Cap.

Bow your heads in the presence of the commissar.

For my three Avengers, you blunder into my club like witless fools.

Can't think his size alone can beat us.

There's something more.

Better stand back, big man.

You'll need a lot of falling room when we bow into you.

I'll tackle him first.

Hold.

Come no further if you want the female Avenger to remain alive.

Speak your peace, commissar.

There she is, helpless.

At my command, Major Hoy will press a button, slaying her instantly.

We got the message.

Keep talking.

I want each of you to face me in battle, one at a time.

First, you must set my sister free.

No.

Not until the battle is ended.

Then let it begin.

Not until I change to combat the trial.

But first, behold how the people have come to see me crush you.

Now, Captain America, I will smash you like the free you are.

He didn't even click.

Hey, Cap.

There's a one in the La Banza.

How I show my subjects how the commissar battles--

I fear the worst.

Worst?

Your shield.

Oh, no.

Then, one super power, their heart.

Hey, Fafso.

Try me now.

I've something more than fists.

You're illus, having but proof backs against me.

Yeah.

Try picking your teeth.

Well, this.

You swatted the arrow aside like a toy.

But how?

You were lucky.

Now, chew on this.

These twin elephants, they bore me.

I don't understand it.

My arrows must have been tampered with.

Let them go.

Try to hit me.

See how this commissar triumphs all.

I need some.

Ah, the drake.

I need some.

I need some.

Ah, the drake.

Ah, the drake.

Run still, you.

Look.

What does he do with the drake?

Dear friend, to a wolf with the speed of a whip.

The brave had their hands on you.

The commissar sees the drake.

He is pulling the adventure toy.

Enough.

It is time to end this whip past us.

I've got it.

We're fighting the wrong man.

Now I have proved my superiority in battle.

Why not?

Not yet, you haven't.

They're still the girl.

She, too, is an avenger.

Or do you fear her power?

Our commissar fears the nubbing.

Set the female free.

Pay strict attention, Wanda.

We have only one chance.

Wanda listens carefully to Captain America's whispered instruction.

Why does Major Hoye hide behind the drakes while you fight, commissar?

That is no concern of yours, woman.

Ah, but it is.

Let me burn the drakes away with my hex power.

A control panel, just as I suspected.

Find the way.

That is my secret.

Not for long, commissar.

Look what a simple hex can do.

In the confusion, Major Hoye flees in fearful panic.

The commissar is actually a robot.

He's collapsing.

Then the control panel was operated by Major Hoye.

The commissar is finished.

So nice to the mighty avenger house.

You are all free men once more.

But be always on your guard.

The oppressors of freedom never give up.

They lurk in the shadows, watching, waiting.

Hey, Cap, did you take lessons on how to be a cornball?

Or does it come natural?

Sorry, Hoye.

I guess I got carried away by my own convictions.

I think it is time we were all carried away.

Back to our headquarters in America.

And so, a few hours later...

Well, Cap, I guess this is goodbye.

It was nice knowing you.

What do you mean?

Are you planning to leave us?

To break up the world's greatest team?

Hold it, gallant leader.

You were going to quit after this last caper.

Oh, well, yes, I did make some such remark.

You will stay on a little longer, won't you, Cap,

till we learn the ropes?

I guess so.

Just till I've taught you all I can.

And how long will that take, fella?

Well, I'm a pretty slow teacher.

I'm a pretty slow teacher.