Patsy Walker has taken a cab to meet an old friend for dinner; Dr. Wendell Vaughn, the head of the Celtic Folklore department. She arrives, tips the driver (who makes a small splash), and proceeds to Wendell's second-floor office. The hallway is dark and deserted except for the light coming through the frosted glass window of the office. As she approaches, she hears a voice through the door.

"...and so, you will do our bidding. Or you will never see your beloved Sarah again" said one of the voices. It has a strange Mediterranean accent that Patsy couldn't quite place, and although the voice was harsh, it was unmistakably female.

Thinking swiftly, Patsy reaches into her puch and readies a Rune Of Blinding. Lunging forward, she kicks the door; it pops open pretty easily - its a hollow-core interior door at a cheesy college, after all - and in the room are three people menacing Wendell:

The first (and one nearest the exterior window) is a hulking brute approximately 7' tall, who looks like a humanoid bull.

The second one, who has Wendell's shirt in her closed fist (and the one whose voice you heard) is a tall, amazonian-like woman, wearing Achaen-like scale-mail body armor, long black hair, curled bullwhip on her belt, and a short-hafted sickle in her left hand.

The third (whose back was to you, nearest the door) looks like an ancient Greek hoplite, with scale armor, winged sandals which cross-strap up to his knees, a wicked-looking broadsword in his scabbard at his waist, and an old Greek helm of some obsidian-black metal on his head.

The blinding rune has stunned Wendell, the woman, and the bull-man, but not the person whose back is towards you. Three voices give alarmed cries, and the unaffected fellow spins to face you, drawing his broadsword, yelling "Who dares interfere with the Titans?"

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Herbie sits in his lab at the Fantastics headquarters, attempting to re-calibrate his micronomics spectrometer for the fifth time - much to his disgust. He seems unable to focus on what he's doing, and since it involves the calculation on the fly of the much-posited-but-never-proved N-space, its not a task as easy as pi.

He stiffles another impulse to rend the equipment of the lab in a rage-filled temper tantrum. Over the last week, these irrational rages have been growing more and more frequent, and while Herbie can easily control them, it serves as a reminder of the animus which resides at the core of his being, that no matter how intellectual his psyche, his simian physiology has its own demands. He feels more alone than ever, especially since Fire-Ant has taken up semi-permanent residence in one of the guest rooms, and even more intrusively, in HIS labs.

A wave of claustrophobia settles over him, he has to get out, perhaps to the park near Columbia Heights University; the woodlands in the park, and the small lake, fill him with an atavistic comfort. He slides down the set of poles which serve as his own personal pathway to the ground floor, wraps an especially-large trenchcoat about himself, and exits the building.

The night is cool, and there is just a hint of water in the air; it had rained earlier. Herbie ambles along the dark side-streets, keeping to the shadows - the last thing he wants is the hazing of the Yancy Street gangs, whose idea of playfulness is to volley banannas and other fruits at him; the worst part is that part of Herbie wants to snatch these potential snacks out of mid-air and eat them. Definitely time for a trip to the park!

While he passes the building which houses the folklore department of Columbia Heights University on his way to the park, he notices a blinding flash come from the second-story window of one of the offices, and hears several screams (and another muffled voice).

"What?! Someone's in trouble?!" Herbie mumbles as he leaps into action. Quickly looking for an easy way to gaze into the second-story window, climbs a nearby tree and leaps to the ledge outside the office window. "Bah! Every time I think I want to be alone, something like this happens!"

Inside the office he sees what looks like a male ancient Greek warrior, a female with whip curled on her waist and sickle in one hand, and a human/bull hybrid (similar to the classic Taurus, only more natural-looking). The female and bull-man are cursing, blinded by the light-flash that drew his attention.

In front of them is a likewise-blind collegiate type. In the doorway opposite is the lady who you met in the Kree afffair...the Hellcat, or somesuch. The ancient Greek warrior has turned towards her, and is in the process of drawing his sword.

Herbie forces himself through the window-frame, which shatters easily under his weight, and lands, ready for action. "Hellcat, what the heck is going on?" he shouts as some of the enemy turn to face him....

...just in time to recieve Hellcat's runic spell, a blinding flash of light, in their face. The blinding rune has stunned Wendell, the woman, and the bull-man, but not the person whose back is towards you. Three voices give alarmed cries, and the unaffected fellow spins to face you, drawing his broadsword, yelling "Who dares interfere with the Titans?"

"Titans?" Patsy thinks to herself. "Space blobs, supervillains and now demigods. Wonderful."

"If you are gods, then consider me an avatar of pagan virtue!" She fires full force, and the Titan named Perseus vanishes for second under the eldrich energy. Staggered but still able, he swings his sword in a viscious stroke designed to cleave Hellcat from chin to toes - but she deftly shifts her weight, easily avoiding the blow. "Help me get the Professor out of here!" she cries as she prepares her next attack.

Herbie, still in his crouch, opens his mouth to retort. Wasn't he the one asking Hellcat what she was doing here? Isn't this university *his* responsibility? (well...no, not really... - DM) He grunts. He can't get any respect from his peers-- even those he barely knows.

"I still demand an explanation!" Herbie shouts to no one in particular as he springs forward, "What are you doing here!"

"What are we doing here? What do ye mean, what are we doing here? It's Remedial Superheroing 101 an' this is gym class! We're the good guys an' those are the bad guys! Isn't that how this whole poxy business works?" shouts the Hellcat. She pauses, assesses how badly they are outnumbered, and triggers the Emergency Assistance switch on her com-link device.

Herbie lunges for the woman holding the Professor. With one giant-mutated-ape hand, he grabs the Professor, and with the other hand, pushes the warrior woman as hard as he can in the opposite direction.

"Hold on, Professor! You are under the protection of the SUPER-APE! ROOOAAR"

"Oh, now if that doesn't scare the the life out of 'em, nothin' will," Hellcat mutters, reaching for her runes.

The warrior-woman hits the back wall of the office hard, and you can see the plaster crack and splinter behind her under the force of the impact. With sickle in one hand, she draws her whip with the other, and springs forward with a cry..."None may attack Fury with impunity, especially not some trained chimpanze". The golden metal whip shoots forward, and wraps around Herbie, holding him fast!

Meanwhile, the Minotaur is shaking his head, his vision slowly returning. A bull-like bellow erupts from his throat, as our heroes prepare to face the man-bull enraged!

Meanwhile at the Black Knight's flat, he is slouched on his couch (which is looking very saggy for having to bear his armored form), drinking Strongbow through a straw and watching daytime television. Suddenly and with amazing lethargy he stirs from the couch which positively groans with relief and staggers to his feet Effortlessly he crushes the empty can of lager to his helmeted forhead with a mighty metallic squeal and tosses it into a corner with a passle of its brethren. He purposefully makes his way over to the telly but rather than change the station he switches it off!

And then he hears it for sure, an annoying little beeping noise, coming from over in another corner, probably under that heap of soiled tunics and capes. Unsheathing his fearsome black blade the Avenger goes over to the pile and gingerly flips items off the pile with the sword tip, head positioned as far away from the pile as his body can bend.

Eventually he unearths the communicard and deftly flips it up to his hand with the sword, sheathing the blade even as the card spins through the air. Yes, exactly as he had thought, the emergency beacon! One of his fellow august Assemblers is in peril!

For a moment BK considers crushing the card in his gauntleted fist, but then reconsiders, after all nothing really happens in the soaps until Friday anyway. BK goes over to his huge walk-in closet and contemplates the dizzying array of identical tunics and capes. Why wash when you can just buy another ensemble? BK slips on a tunic and fastens on a cape.

The Black Knight snatches his subway token with the string attached and heads out the door to wage battle with evil once again! His enthusiasm dims a little as he waits for the elevator, and yet again when he uses the back way out of his flat, into the back entrance and through the grungy chinese restaurant next door, and out into the steet. The subway police take scant notice of his passing - they remembered the last four times they tried to stop the violent maniac with a black sword and full plate armor, and how many broken bones - far cheaper for the City if instead of paying medical bills they let this paricular traveler ride for free! BK studies the map, and the vector of the signal on the com-link display, and makes his choice - the L train!

When Zemo hears the alarm he stands up and calls for Jarvis.

"What the Hell have they gotten into now? I'll bet it was that Black Knight! He's probably stuck in a drive thru window trying to steal a chalupa! Either that or Thor was arrested for public urination!"

Zemo puts on his armor and flies off, thinking "Hopefully it will be a real distress call, then we might get some positive press." The alarm seemed to be coming from the direction of Columbia Heights University, and so Zemo relays the information to Jarvis, along with certain other instructions.

Hellcat fires another focused light blast toward the Man-Bull to keep it blinded, and wonders silently if her teammates will make it in time. Her eldrich flash catches Minotaur full in the face, and he staggers backwards, rubbing his eyes.

Herbie, in shock at how quickly his foe had recovered, takes a quick glance at the whip entangling him. The magical glow it seems to exude fills him with dread -- the rational side recognizes in a split second that this isn't going to be as easy as he thought, and wants to take time to analyze the situation. But at the same split second, the animalistic urge makes him want to shake it off!

With a roar, Herbie rears back, flexing with all his strength. The Professor, wild-eyed, immediately forgets Herbie's former instructions to "fear not," but Herbie holds him tight. With a great roar, the whip untangles from around him, and the backlash of mystic energy seems to stun Fury as Herbie leaps out his impromptu entrance in the windowframe, holding Dr. Vaughn safely in his arms. "Hellcat wants this man protected, than I shall protect him -- and that means getting him out of here!"

Fury turns to her team-mates and yells "We can't afford to be here when the police arrive - we've delivered our message. We shall make this witch and her familiar pay for their effrontery....later! Let us depart!" And with that, Perseus grabs her wrist and forearm with one of his arms, and the forearm of Minotaur with the other, and leaps from the building through the window. His sandals begin to glow with a blue fire as they sprout wings, and the aura quickly spreads to all of the Titans! Aloft, they beat a hasty retreat!