The Marvel-ous World of Ponies

The alarm blared as he walked slowly away from the site, his green cape waving goodbye to the base behind him. He laughed to himself, and said, "Ponies, so easily overpowered. Isn't that right, Sweetie Belle? Or should I call you the Hawk?"

The pony he was talking to turned her head and told her new master, "Whatever you desire to call me is what I shall answer to, master."

"That's," Mischief grinned, "what I though you'd say, Crusader."

And they continued to walk away from the collapsing building.