shadowz1995
Amoeba of Wisdom
The man tilted his head inquisitively at the uniformed S.H.I.E.L.D agent. William had the glint of violence reflected in his brown eyes as he did not like how this man just referred him as some third rate vigilante. Who the hell was this prick to tell him how to live his life? William always did things as he saw fit. If that included burning this tool's blue hair off then so be it. Many things raced through the pyromancer's mind but he was able to control his instinct to fight and reluctantly followed the agent silently.
They walked through the streets and came face to face with some kind of wreckage. The ship didn't appear to be anything from earth.... At least, not that he knew of. The hispanic also wasn't want to ask questions first. William took a deep breath in and called his power to life. His body was quickly engulfed in flames and he moved past the SHIELD agent with purpose but not without addressing the tool, "After we take care of this, you will explain to me que coño I have to gain from joining little pendejos like you. Because the 'Greater Good' isn't going to cut it Cabrón."
Field Marshall