HVSS: Avenger Needs a Break

   It was a cold winter night. The ground on the planet was icey cold. No one knew the name of the planet. All they knew was that it was a barren ice land. But still, the vigilantes had to press on, because they were hunting someone.
   Avenger had his Shotgun out, hoping that whoever he was hunting would just pop out, and get it overwith. But no, he had to go chase a Werewolf that liked to send people on chases. That irritated Avenger the most. Sure, the fact that he was stuck out here alone while the others got to stay in a nice, warm tower, and the fact that his outdated armor didn't come with anti-sticking features didn't help either, but the fact that his bounty was a runner. "Damn, I wish I had a vehicle down here. Anything. A Warthog, a Revenant, a Ghost, I could even deal with a Mongoose, but NO! I have to track down a WEREWOLF on FOOT!" Avenger kicked an iceblock, and due to the lack of anti-sticking, he tore off a chunk of ice when he retracted his foot.
   Avenger switched to his Assault Rifle, and was about to give up hope, when he saw something in the distance move. He smiled, and started running after it, hoping he could at least catch it within the maximum range of efficiency. The meter said 32 rounds, so he was good on ammo. He ran around a corner, and stared down a tunnel, where the Werewolf was waiting at the other end, ready to face him, Needle Rifle in hand. Avenger took aim. "Alright, we can do this the easy way, the hard way, or my way." "What's the difference? I'll escape anyway." The werewolf said in his annoying voice, so arrogant and full of himself. Avenger just remained as nonchalant as he possibly could have maintained at that moment, which would still make him pretty damn pissed off. "Well," He started, "The easy way is you give up, I handcuff you, and take you in. The hard way is I beat you down, and then drag you in. My way is where I shred you into peices with my Assault Rifle, bury what's left of you in a Soup Can, and then drop said Soup Can at my employer's doorstep." The werewolf responded with just laughter. Avenger just growled. "I'll give you to the count of 5 to choose before I choose for you." The werewolf just laughed. "1..." Then Avenger immediately started pumping clip after clip into the werewolf until there was virtually nothing left. Avenger walked over, and dropped an empty can of tomato soup next to the werewolf. "I never go back on my word." He stated as he started piling the bits into the can.
   4 hours later, Avenger finally arrived back at basecamp, his silver armor now completely white from the snow. Once the door closed behind him, his other teammates, all the humans out of their armor and in civilian clothing, while the elites just removed their helmets, just stood around him. Avenger struggled to try and get off his helmet, and with the help of Carnage, got it pried off, showing Avenger's slick backed medium length hair, and thick beard. He then walked over to the shower room without saying a word to anyone, and then without even bothering to close the door or remove his armor, just started hosing himself down in hot water. Bombsquad walked up. "Rough day?" She asked him. Avenger just looked over and grunted as the water soaked every inch of his body, melting the ice off the armor. He then just walked out, plopped a towel on his head, and then walked out, and went to the bar, snatched a bottle of unopened 50 year old scotch from Double A, wrenched it open, and then started chugging like there was no tomorrow.
   He kept drinking until the bottle was empty. He then dropped the bottle onto the bar, looked at everyone stupidly, and said "I actually feel good now.", and finally passed out, getting some well-deserved rest. Double A took off the rest of Avenger's armor, leaving him in civilian clothes, and then Carnage and Hazmat checked his vitals, okayed him, and then carried him to his bed, where Bombsquad sat by his side while he snored himself away into a hangover.