Atomic Armor Mark II

Night had fallen, and the darkness was pitch-black. NASA West District was brightly lit, its personnel bustling about as red warning lights flashed and piercing evacuation alarms blared. "Faster, move faster!" "Take the important equipment and evacuate!" "Soldiers, fall back three kilometers and establish a defensive perimeter!" "The Helicarrier's cannons are aimed here. Quinjets are taking off." "Level Seven incident." Rapid footsteps echoed through NASA West District. Inside the brightly lit building, S.H.I.E.L.D.