Marvel
"Ready boys?" Says a familiar voice. "Ready!" Everyone else chants as you feel yourselves descending. "On my count..." says the same voice again and all you can hear afterwards are guns being clocked. "3... 2... 1... go! Go! Go!" Shouts the voice as the large door opens and one by one, you all jump out. You feel the wind crashing against your face as you are descending at speeds beyond anyone's limits but you need to go faster. You lean in a bit more and form the shape of a stick with your body...