They watched quietly, left with little other choice. T'Challa cared less for the show than thoughts of his people, but he couldn't help noticing the statuesque quality of Captain America's face, nor the pinkish hue of Wanda's skin. He had fought many years with the Avengers, spread from their earliest days to recent times. Never like this.

A scene change occurred instantly, the entire set molding itself into a version of the grounds surrounding Avengers Mansion. The Vision remained silent during this. From the floor was born another metal thing, a Vision again, his twin. He rose into the air and began battle with the Wonder Robot. Watching, all Simon found himself capable of was imagining himself in his twin's place, and the same for the Vision. His eyes glowed blood crimson.

And Hawkeye sat with bad posture, dreading the time he might be poked fun at -- Wondering the whole time just where Hank was, and how the Hell he got so lucky to not have to endure this.

The Jungle

Quicksilver - or the tribesman meant to impersonate him - was the first of the faux-Avengers to make a move. Hank Pym knew he had no chance against seven adversaries. Three or maybe even four he could handle. But seven enemies all with the powers of the World’s Mightiest Heroes were too much for a simple scientist with the power to grow and shrink.

What are you whining for, Henry? Take them!

Hank wasn’t sure where the voice came from, but as Hank watched Quicksilver increase his speed and begin to race towards him… Hank decided he wasn’t going down without a fight. Pym backed against a large tree and watched as Quicksilver zipped ever closer. Hank popped a shrinking pill into his mouth and immediately shrunk down and out of sight.

Quicksilver was moving at a tremendous speed and although the tribesman had the speed of Quicksilver, he had not mastered his reflexes. The faux-Quicksilver lanced his fists out and slammed them into the hard and unforgiving bark of the tree where Hank had been moments ago. There was the snap of bones as the fingers of the tribesman shattered beneath the intense pressure.

Quicksilver screamed and backpedaled away from the tree as Hank Pym watched from his concealment behind a blade of grass. The tribesman faltered and fell to the ground. The faux-Hawkeye moved quickly to the tribal-Quicksilver’s side and frowned.

“He’s passed out. That imposter tricked him!” said Hawkeye and Hank Pym made his move. He darted from the blade of grass and moved near the ear of the downed pseudo-Quicksilver. Hank reached into his pocket and popped another Pym pill.

“Eat this,” said Hank as he shot to ten feet. As Hank grew he swung with his fist and connected squarely with Hawkeye’s jaw. The faux-Hawkeye flew backwards through the air and crashed into the foliage and out of sight.

“Brother Hawkeye has been attacked,” boomed the voice of Thor and Hank turned to the voice just in time to duck under the twin shots of the faux-Iron Man’s repulsor blasts.

“Think, Henry… think!” said Hank to himself as Captain America’s shield whizzed by his face. Twin slivers of lightning shot into his oversized back and Hank grunted in pain.

“I’d know those stings anywhere,” said Hank and then whirled around to face the tribal woman playing the role of the Wasp.

“You don’t know me… you’re not my husband,” screeched the woman and then Hank felt a shadow pass over him. The faux-Giant Man had moved behind him to attack while the Wasp distracted him.

“Clever,” said Hank as he moved to the side. The Giant Man tribesman had grown to twenty-five feet and slammed his fists down towards Hank. The blow missed and the shockwave lifted the pseudo-Wasp from her feet. “But not clever enough.”

Hank popped another pill and shot up to twenty-five feet. He lanced out a leg and tripped the faux-Giant Man who fell heavily in the mud. “The bigger they are… the harder they fall, my friend.”

Hank raised one gigantic boot-clad foot and brought it down on his tribal counterpart. The ersatz-Giant Man twitched once and then grew still, shrinking down to his regular size. Hank smiled.

“Four down… three to…” said Hank but was interrupted as the pseudo-Captain America’s shield crashed into the back of his leg. Hank’s knee bent involuntarily and he was staggered. The faux-Iron Man rose above him and blasted him full force in the chest with his repulsors.

Hank crashed to the ground and felt more than heard the steps of another enemy approaching. Hank opened his eyes and saw the faux-Thor hovering over him with his hammer held tightly over his head.

“Have… at… thee!” said Thor and then brought the hammer down straight for Hank’s face. Hank was barely able to twist out of the way. The hammer grazed his ear and Hank felt and heard the flesh tear away as the hammer passed.

Hank struggled to his feet as the tremors from the hammer staggered the remaining tribal-Avengers. His ear was bleeding freely and he knew he had no chance to take the rest of his adversaries. Despite the fact that these weren’t the real Avengers… they were still the Big Three.

“I know I’m going to regret this,” said Hank and reached into one of his pouches. A number of growth pills spilled into his over-sized hand and he stuffed them all into his mouth. Hank felt the shockwave from Thor’s hammer diminish, but the tremors didn’t stop for him. His entire body quaked and shuddered as he shot up to well over fifty feet. From his vantage point Hank could clearly see the shining hull of the Quinjet in the burned clearing of the jungle below.

“He’s trying to escape!” shouted the commanding tone of the faux-Captain America and Hank marveled at the resemblance the voice held to the true Captain America’s voice. It was almost as if he were fighting the real Avengers. Hank took a single step and he was in the smoldering clearing. The pseudo-Thor and Iron Man would be upon him in instants. Hank gathered a number of shrinking pills into his hand and again shoveled them down his throat.

The tremors shook him violently and his insides screamed as Hank reduced to his natural size. Hank stumbled and fell to his knees as a violent pounding overtook his head. His entire body was exhausted and covered in sweat. But he had to get to the Quinjet. He was the only chance that he or the other Avengers had for survival.

Hank staggered up the ramp of the Quinjet and stumbled to the cockpit. He could hear the thrusters of the faux-Iron Man and thought he could hear the whistling cry of displaced air from the swinging of the pseudo-Thor’s hammer. They were both growing closer by the minute.

Hank manipulated the controls of the Quinjet and the engines hummed to life. Hank fired the boosters and the Quinjet jolted into the air. Hank pushed the thrusters to the max and yanked up hard on the controls. There was no time for pleasantries. The Quinjet screamed into the air and raced for the open sky.

“He is fleeing,” said the faux-Thor as he landed in the burned clearing. The pseudo-Iron Man charged his repulsors for a shot at the Quinjet but a restraining hand on his shoulder held him back.

“Let him go,” said the ersatz-Captain America. “He runs like the coward he is. There is nothing the imposter Hank Pym can do for his band of pretenders now. Our brethren need our aid, Iron Man… and the master will want our report. Come.”

The tribal-Iron Man charged down his repulsors as the fleeing Quinjet became nothing more but a glint in the sky. Captain America turned and disappeared into the jungle depths… soon the other faux-Avengers moved to follow.