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Fiona tried helping up and getting him out of way and at the same time, protect with a rock shield but it didnt work out that well. The juggernaut destroyed the shield as they moved. ''Come on, Al! Get up!'' The girl said, as the Avengers came in scene. Stark nodded at Fiona and they started attacking the juggernaut.

Al slowly got to his feet, watching the Avengers take on the Juggernaut... who now seemed pretty interested in leaving.

"Well, we're alive..." He knit his brow, wondering what was in that crate the Juggernaut had used to take down the helicopter. Was it important? He had thrown it rather hard, but it looked intact after its impact.

Fiona waved at Tony (Stark), turning back to Alphonse after. ''That crate, i want to know what's in it.'' She muttered, ready to sneak.

Nods slowly, "Well, the Avengers have him busy, maybe we should figure out what he was getting." Alphonse dusts himself off and tries to track where the crate ended up after being used as a impromptu ranged weapon.

Fiona tried opening it but she wasnt strong enough. ''A little help, maybe?'' She said, still trying.

He looks for any locks, latches, hinges, doors, or hatches... it appears to be a small vault, still meant to be part of a room. "I am not sure we Can open this our selves. Maybe we should wait for support?" He gave the vault a kick nonetheless, and the door swung open.

''Support? What? No.'' She said, jokingly, looking at the open crate.

Stares, "Huh, that... that was unlikely?" He kneels down, having a look inside. "Is that... adamantium?"

''I think..'' She said, still looking at it.

AL stands up, touching the specially made radio transceiver, "SHIELD Base seven, this is Alphonse. We just found a vault full of adamantium."

''And the avengers are doing good!'' She said, looking at them and turning back.

Al frowns, wondering what the Juggernaut would want with a stockpile of this precious material? Unless he didn't? Was he perhaps just the muscle?

Who could want this? Lots of people, too many people... but not many who could 'hire' the Juggernaut.

''Al, Fiona, we got this. Just drop the stockpile in the helicopter and go back to your base. Good work, heroes.'' Fury said. ''Okiezdokiez.'' Fiona answered, nodding at Alphonse and grabbing the box to put it in the helicopter.

He helps her carry it, not light, grunting a bit as he heaves it up to the right height. "How does Wolverine Move with this stuff in him?"

They were about thirty feet from the chopper when a laser blast punched through the engine of the chopper. Several men non-descript clothing are approaching, carrying advanced weaponry and intent on taking the crate.

''Oh hell nah!'' Fiona said, punching the ground as giant rocks popped out under the mens.

Several of the men fall over with the upheaval of the street, and with a quick draw Al brings his hand-cannon to bare, two quick snap shots picking off a couple of the attackers while their return fire cuts swathes into the ashpalt and melts some of his fur as it comes too close.

''You okay?'' She asked, running and trying to attack the men.

Gets behind a car, kneeling down for cover with the occasionally fired shot melting the plastic shell he had taken refuge behind. "It smells worse than it is." With that he pops up to return fire, trying to make each of his revolver's shots count.

''Okay.. well.. let's hope it doesnt!'' Fiona replied, splashing one of the men away with a giant water wave and the others with air waves, fire waves and earth waves. There were still some remaining but she couldnt handle them all at the same time.

With his last chambered round Al takes aim for one of the goon's legs, wanting at least one of them for questioning, and watches as the massive round impacts so hard it pulls the man down into a face plant...

... it should be noted, however, that he had loaded 'non-lethal' rounds into his gun, a sort of mega-glue custom round he had hoped to use to mess with Juggernaut's helmet (not likely, but a good temporary blind at best would have been good), and so those shot with it currently have found themselves glued to whatever the substance had touched quite thoroughly.