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Old 01-08-2010, 11:09 PM   #1
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It all began in the harsh winter of 1940, when a young colonel by the name of Nicolas Fury oversaw the birth of America's last line of defense - The Super Soldier. As a bi-product of the infant organization known as SHIELD, a young patriot was selected for the process that was hoped to generate an army of superhuman warriors that would steer the war out of Germany's hands. But instead of several, they only got one. And he would become the standard for which every follower would be judged upon.

Steve Rogers, the iconic hero during the Last Great War, practically willed the Allies to victory in World War II. Sadly, America lost it's symbol of freedom when their "Captain America" was murdered in his own home in nineteen-sixty-eight. Some suspected anti-war terrorists who opposed the Vietnam War, but the case was never solved. Cap's only family, his wife Gail and son James, were left to grieve and pick up the pieces of a shattered life. After a failed run to keep Roger's memory alive with a squadron called The Invaders, Nick Fury disbanded the team and disappeared, seemingly putting an end to his era of SHIELD.

The death of Captain America, on top of the war slipping away in Vietnam, left much of America weary and at a loss. But some bold visionaries stepped to the forefront to help their country out of it's dire position. Master inventor and business mogul Howard Stark came forward and offered his help. His company, the fast-rising Stark Industries, signed a extremely lucrative military contract to become the country's leading supply in the business of warfare. And the reason Stark Industries was chosen above the multitude of other was the Iron Men - robot soldiers equipped with the highest grade of combat systems that only Howard's genius could create.

In the early 1990's, Professor Charles Xavier was a prominent face on the political frontline in the growing mutant problem. A supporter of the Mutant Registration Act, Xavier was the strongest voice in getting the proposed MRA made into law. Sadly though, the Professor, who had spent his life working with mutants, died before seeing the Act come to pass. Xavier's one-time friend, Erik Lensherr, who was also the acts strongest opposition, went underground. Over the years the act has been enforced, Magneto has provided a safe haven for frightened and hunted mutants, and has been fighting a war with the US government that oppresses his people.

Now, The United States has decided to fight back. At the newly founded Xavier Institute, the government trains and teaches mutants how to use their powers safely and effectively. The mutants that show the most potential are then conscripted into The X-Men, the elite branch of mutant soldiers of the United States military. Among this battle also sees the return of SHIELD's forces, now renamed HAMMER and led by an eager young woman named Sharon Carter - Director 13. Their mission is one of grave importance, and may affect the history of the world itself: To return Captain America, one way or another.

With many heroes and villains on the rise, it is only a matter of time until the world will know how it feels... to look upon Marvels.

Welcome to All-Star Marvel! This RPG is based off of a player-created continuity, similar to Hype's Ultimate DC RPG. Outside of the above, and what the players themselves create, there is no pre-established continuity. As players, it will be your job to take the basic ideas and characters of the Marvel Universe, and accordingly, reinvent them into however you see fit. Though it is your choice of how drastic the alterations should be, you are free to customize everything from a character's origin to motivations, identity, mannerisms, costume, powers, and world. Let your imagination run wild.

To apply for a character, fill out the application supplied below. If your application is rejected, do not despair! Simply rework what the Gamemasters tell you is wrong with it, or in the case of multi-applications, choose another character. All players are welcome, regardless of membership status or postcount.


* You may choose any character appearing in any strictly Marvel Universe (Ranging from 616, Ultimate, MC2, and others), and revamp them for All-Star continuity. Any character appearing outside of Marvel, such as DC or Amalgam characters, will not be applicable. You are allowed a maximum of two characters. Though it is advised that you stick to one, especially at first, you will be allowed a second if you believe you can handle the responsibility.

* In the beginning, each and every character will be up for grabs. Multiple players will be allowed to apply for the same character, leaving the best application to be judged and approved by the Gamemasters. In order to be eligible, you must post your application within 12 hours after the first was submitted.

* You must post at least once every two weeks, though it is preferred you post more, or your character will be up-for-grabs. Failure to post after a month will result in removal from the roster.

* PC's are not to be killed without permission. Nameless NPC's are fine, but PC's or important NPC's will require authorization. Don't do anything random, such as destroying the universe, either. Such behavior is frowned upon.

* Several storylines can be going on at once, in order to interact with other players. If a player's character does not want to be involved in another's storyline, they do not have to. Consultation and communication are the keys to a good PC-to-PC interaction.

* Legacy characters (IE: Sidekicks) will be required to be permitted by the player orchestrating the mentor's role in All-Star. For instance, if you want to play Patriot or Nomad, your acceptance will hinder on the player playing Captain America, and his thoughts.

* You can travel anywhere on Earth or off-planet, provided it is within your character's means. Time-travel is forbidden, unless it is specifically required of your character choice.

* You are your character, so act like them. Create or portray their mannerisms, powers, and ideals to how they have been established in the game. BE the character - do not, under any circumstances, play yourself as the character.

* Respect the Gamemasters. If they make a request of you regarding the game, listen to them. Failure to adhere to GM, AGM, and Hype! Moderator requests will result in expulsion from the game.

* Be creative, and do not be afraid to try new and exciting things with old concepts. This is a new continuity - the laws of the regular Marvel Universe are not set in stone.

* All regular Hype rules apply. And finally, the most important rule of all: Have fun. Never take the game too seriously, or you will have lost the point. Heated arguments between players can result in probations or infractions - do not ruin it for other players. It's only a game, people.

* Do not post OOC comments in this thread. If you have any questions or concerns, post them in the proper thread, located here. Thank you for your time.



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The CIA has called a direct meeting with HAMMER. I stand in the middle of a heated argument, with Agent Valerie Cooper.

"It is my duty to protect this country, Carter! Not yours! I thought I told you people to stay out of the business, and let the CIA take care of any vigilantes! What are the papers going to think, Carter!? Have you seen the front page of The Daily Bugle!? It's madness! Killing SHIELD agents, without any regards whatsoever!?"

I stand tall, Natasha firmly standing behind me. "Are you forgetting something, Cooper!? Those animals destroyed the Prison! There's nothing more criminally insane than that! I have every possible mutant I can find sorting out that big mess at Genosha and I have the Colonel Haller sorting out the escape mutants! Don't you dare question the way HAMMER runs things, when you are the ones allowing this man to carry the legacy of Captain America!"

She's silenced. A loud chatter occurs in the room and Agent Cooper sits back down. I turn my back to them, slowly waking over to my seat. I sit down in a perfectly still position, Natasha joining me by my side. I look over to see Agent Hill, standing side-by-side with Cooper's bodyguard, Agent Eric O'Grady. It's not like either of us need a personal escort, we just bring them along for effect.

"Okay, now we've got that outta the way, let's move on to Project: Thunderbolts. Right folks, let's put our hands together for General 'Thunderbolt' Ross,"

Sal Kennedy of the American Government announces the name of the current Army general. Ross and I have encountered a few times, but our liaisons have never ended on a high note.

"Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen...and Director 13--" He's cut of by the sound of loud laughter. I hear Natasha load her gun in the background, but I calmly place my hand on her lap. "As you may know, the recent situation in Times Square caused a great outrage in the heroic community. After weeks of planning and recruiting, I have decided that the best option, is to make a team of Army-trained 'super heroes', parolling the streets and making America a safer place,"

He continues baffling on, his left hand firmly placed in his pocket and the other hand waving around, gesturing weird objects. He sharply turns to the right, his hand gesturing towards America's friendly neighborhood alien. Gladiator. "Gladiator here has achieved great goals in such a short period of time. He is the new protector...not just of America, but of the world. With this guy in the lead, there's no stopping this new team on the possibilities they could get up to. The Thunderbolts, a name anyone could get use to, a name--"

As he takes a second to breathe, I take my opportunity to stand up and interrupt the old fool. "May I add something, Kennedy?"

Kenney nods with approval and sits back in his chair. I smirk slightly, placing my hands on my hips and walking forward. "If your idea was so great, Ross, then where were you when Captain America and the rest of SHIELD tore down my prison!? I think this man has some audacity, to stroll in here like he even matters to the Government, thinking he can actually improve the current situation! If you had been paying attention to the last few meetings Ross, the Thunderbolts idea has been terminated. Instead, HAMMER is taking up the original name for the team and making the team its own---"

Ross points his grubby fingers in my face, yelling at the top of his croaky voice. "I suggest you sit right back in your seat, lady, before I make you!"

"You touch the lady Mr. Ross, then I will have no choice but to break your arm in three places..." Natasha silences once again, gripping her gun tight, but with a sense of control.

"You people screwed up real bad! I suggest you hand it over to Agent Cooper and I to sort out this mess. The CIA is already on the lookout for Nick Fury and ready to bring him down. If you want, you can join Fury in World's Most Wanted List, right next to him and Bin Laden!" I chuckle, winding the old man up even more. I look around at the perplexed audience and clap my hands together, stroking my ego even more by the second.

"Project: Ultimates will take place in due time. Their prime goal will to enforce all heroes outside of HAMMER suffer! HAMMER itself will deal with any criminal activities SHIELD will be taking part in. You understand that, Cooper!? Ross!? Kennedy!?"

And then...I walk out. A copy of the Daily Bugle rests in my arms, the front headline just screaming out at me. Agent Hill trails behind me, scorning Agent O'Grady.

DIRECTOR 13: FRIEND OR FOE?

***

"Well Director 13, I can assure you I will gather all the mutants I can to sort out this Genosha Bay issue. With all these rogue mutants on the streets, it will be my priority, to stop them running to The Brotherhood..."

"Thank you for co-operating, Haller. It's a tough time for HAMMER and we need all the support we get. Have you contacted Agent Brand and SWORD yet? We may need her and the rest of her team's assistance,"

"No reply so far, Director 13. You'll be the first to know if there is. Goodbye, Director 13--"

"--Goodbye, Haller."

The screen switches off and I turn to Agent Jane Foster. She stands tall and back straight, her arms behind her. "Relax, Foster. If you had worked for SHIELD I would have killed you by now..."

I don't think that helped her with the relaxing part. "I just wanted to know how Agent Zero's coming along. He was hurt pretty bad my Camilla Black..."

"Oh well he's coming along just dandy! Plus, Agent Morales is making one speedy recover too!" Her smile is contagious. Her teeth are white like pearls. I dismiss the nurse and turn my attention to Agent Young.

"Care to inform me on the current situation on HYDRA?"

Agent Young nods. "No sign of Jessica Drew just yet, but we have our bests LMD's going after them. Plus, I talked to Agent Sally Floyd, our inside operative and the paper's won't be saying bad stuff about us anymore."

"That will be all Agent Young, you are free to leave---"

"--Oh and we've captured 'The Black Cat'. She's refusing to cooperate with Natasha, so I sent her in your direction. I'll let her in,"

I hear Agent Young's footsteps fade as he leaves the room. I bite my lip and slam my hands down on the table and rub my chin slightly. I hear the loud roars of the female super groupie. "Black Cat, please do not panic. We aren't arresting you, nor recruiting you. We're just offering you lots and lots of money...."

My smile is warming yet sinister. My hands clasp together and rest in front of my waist. My two strongest HAMMER agents grip Black Cat, holding either arm. She squirms but nothing happens. I seem to wonder why such a skillful woman has not yet beaten the crap outta these guys. Maybe she does want money after all. "The Black Cat only works for herself!"

"Very well," I pull out a large suitcase from under the table. I slowly open the polished case to reveal a large amount of money. It's money I can afford to give to some hooker. Its money that I don't really need right now.

"You're a right little antagonist aren't ya? How about these goons let go of me, you wipe all my criminal records clean and leave me the f***k alone!" She finally attacks, elbowing both men right in the nose, the cracking signalling the broken bones. Her slender body escapes from the beefy palms, back flipping towards the exit door. "Hey, lady? Why aren't you stopping me?"

She seems confused, but I just stand there, calmly. "I could ask a similar question to you, Black Cat. Why didn't you attack me? You afraid I'll pop those fake boobs? Afraid there might be some kind of bomb hidden in the money?"

She hisses like a true cougar, making her way back over to myself. "Take the money, kitten. What's the worst that could happen? I don't know your real name, nor your true alliance to either HAMMER or the notorious Kingpin,"

Her hand stretches across the table, yanking the case. "Sweet...but my heart's for Spidey, and Spidey only,"

She launches across the table, pushing me in the stomach with full force. I hurl across the floor, giving Black Cat the chance to take the money and escape. But she doesn't. She just leaves. She backs flips off the table and finishes off my two dazed guards. I watch carefully as her fading silhouette escapes my vision.

It was worth a shot.

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Latveria
0615 Hours Local Time

We decide to make camp in an apple orchard just as the sun begins peeking over the horizon. A night of hiking through the Latverian countryside and we're twenty miles away from the crash site. Ben, Johnny, and Sue fall asleep almost as soon as they lay down in their sleeping bags. Sue fades away into the scenery and goes through the orchard and nearby area to look for any troops from the King's army. Victor and I sit in the silence of the dawn. My eyes drift towards his face and the burns that marred his good looks.

"You've been on my thoughts pretty recently," I finally say. "Given what the four of us have went through, an experiment gone wrong, it made me think of you and I in school. I know you and I didn't end our friendship on the best of terms, and for that I'm sorry."

I wait, watching Victor's blank face for any signs of emotion. This is how he was in college, all his emotions buried deep under the surface. The only time I saw even a hint of excitement or happiness in his face was when we discussed matters of science and then our work on the machine that disfigured him.

"I will admit, Reed. When I was kicked out of school, I hated you. I was confused and angry and I had no idea what to do with my life. I decided to travel abroad and went through Asia. I meditated with monks and learned that forgiveness is the key. I've put my past behind me, Reed. If anything, I want to thank you. You helped me put that pipe dream of seeing my mother out of my mind. I left Asia and came back to Latveria. I signed up with the resistance and committed my life to helping save my home nation from that pig Vladimir."

"How did you manage to become an ally of the US government?"

"I believe your government is doing everything they can to back a winner. They were on Valdimir's side until they realized our rebellion will win. They contacted us and will recognize the new government of Latveria and accept it as a soverign nation as long as we help protect US interests in Eastern Europe. The first among those interest is making sure your government recovers the meteorite. Do you what makes is so special?"

"It's actually a dense and super-strong metal. Extraterestrial in origin, of course. If the calculations are correct, it may be stronger than any metal or mineral on Earth."

"Fascinating," Victor says. For the first time I can see curiosity and excitement glowing in his eyes once again. Once a scientist always a scientist.

"Do you still have any time for experiments or studies?"

Victor chuckles and shakes his head. "No. I don't have the time or luxury to sit inside a lab all day....no offense."

"None taken. You were always more of the type to go into the field, anyway. I was the one who liked the lab work."

"But now here we both are. Me, a soldier in the rebellion and you, the leader of a team of superheroes, of all things. Serendipity in action. Or, better yet, maybe it's fate or destiny."

My vision drifts over to Ben and his sleeping form. "If it is the work of a higher power, he or she certainly does have a sense of humor."

"Well, your friend looks like a monster, but he seems to have a good heart."

"Ben is the best. My best friend and a hell of a pilot."

"Is he as really invunerable as he appears?"

"Yes. He's had a rough time dealing with what happened and he tried to kill himself. Twice he jumped out of a window thirty-five stories up and landed in the streets of New York unharmed."

"Hmm....what he's went through seems to have be traumatic. It's only natural he would take it hard."

"Well, I think I'm going to call it a night...uhh, day."

"Go to sleep. I'll keep watch and wake you when it's your turn."

"Alright. Victor....I'm really glad that you turned out to be our contact."

"Me too, Reed."

I walk over to the double-sleeping back and slip in behind Sue. I wrap my arms around her and drift off almost as soon as I close my eye.

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"I don't buy it," Anna Marie says as she sips on her coffee, sitting across the table from Kitty Pryde and myself in a small diner a few miles away from the now-ruined motel, where Husk and Warpath are guarding Gambit and the MRD cleans up after our battle. "I mean, you say the X-Men are all about keepin' the peace, that you're not somethin' to be scared of....and the first thing y'all do is send a hit squad after me."

"We're not a 'hit squad,'" I explain, trying not to be offended, "We came here hoping to convince you to come to our school, to learn how to control and properly use your gifts to help people. When contacting a person of interest like yourself, someone whose abilities could be made into a major threat to the general public, we make it a point to travel in groups, if only to discourage...incidents, like the one at the motel."

"Heh, you mean Remy there?"
Anna says with a devilish grin. "He showed up last night, caught up with me outside the local bar; the beer's cheap, and lucky for me, they don't card. We got to talkin', and we got to drinkin', and well, there was a whole other 'incident' at that motel before you folks showed up."

"You mean," Kitty says, going white as a ghost, "You mean, you two....?"

"Ha! He wishes. If he even laid his hands on me, I would've put him in a coma,"
she laughs. "Not sayin' he didn't try, but I'm not thateasy. He gave me his big pitch, goin' on about how the humans are afraid of me, an' how the Brotherhood is gonna give 'em a reason to be afraid, all sounded like it was written out for him. I told him I may be a lot of things, but I'm damn sure not a terrorist. So he argued and tried to stay in my room for the night, I kicked him out, and he just hung around outside the motel til you came and fought with him."

"LeBeau is a sleazy con-man and thief who works for a man bent on genocide," I say, trying to remind her of how serious the situation is. "Believe me, there are a lot more like him in the Brotherhood."

"Shame they're probably not all as cute,"
she says, only half-joking. "Still, I'm not seeing much reason to just pack my bags and join up with the X-Men."

"The Xavier Academy is more than just the X-Men,"
Kitty says. "I came to the school because I didn't know what to do with myself. I couldn't control my abilities, and I was scared of what was going to happen to me. Then Dr. Grey came to visit me one day, told me about the school. I learned how to use my powers, and more than that. I gained friends, people who knew what I was going through, who had been there themselves. It was somewhere that I really belonged. And I think you could find that you belong there too, if you give it the chance."

"Remy said the same thing about the Brotherhood. As far as I've seen, the only real difference is that the Brotherhood hunts down humans, and the X-Men hunt down their own kind."

"It's more than that," I say, a little weary of having to defend the X-Men's actions....especially when I'm not entirely comfortable about a lot of Haller's orders myself. "The Brotherhood believes that mankind and mutant-kind cannot coexist, that a war for dominance is inevitable, and that the only option is for one species to destroy the other. We don't hold to that. Professor Xavier believed that the two subspecies of human can and must be able to live in harmony and cooperation, that those of us who have gifts have to use them to help those without them, not to subjugate them."

"So I take it you've been reading those notes too? Like the ones I found in my room a week ago?"

The silence between us is deafening as I sit there stunned for a few seconds.

"....what?"


"The lost notes of Charles Xavier. I watched the specials the Discovery Channel did; I read up on the Internet when I found out I was a mutant. One of the biggest unsolved mysteries of the last decade: where did Professor Xavier's writings go? Then suddenly, they show up next to my bed."

Only a few days ago, those same notes appeared in my bunk. Someone's gotten a hold of the most important pieces of work in human-mutant relations ever written, and is sneaking them to various people. Who would have those kind of resources, and why are they doing it?

"What are you two talking about?" Kitty asks, confused.

"I'll tell you later," I say almost dismissively before turning my attention back to Anna Marie. "Do you know who left those notes in your room? Any trace of where they came from? Anything that could have given you some kind of clue?"

"No idea; I kinda figured it was one of you X-Men,"
she admits. "But if it wasn't you, and it wasn't the Brotherhood......hmmmm.......all right."

"All right what?"

"All right, I'm coming with you. I'll come to the school and take my training and whatever else. Whatever's going on, the only way to find out is to get involved, right?"

I let out a sigh of relief, glad we weren't going to have to contain a second rogue mutant today.

"Glad to hear it. Welcome aboard."

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Bruce ran it through his head a quick moment, HAMMER arrives, Rick knocks Bruce on his ass, and then hits him with the but of his gun.

Bruce had gone unconscious, Hulk however hadn’t, and he rolled over on his side, snorting, nostrils flared. Bruce hadn’t gone to sleep peacefully, he never assumed he wouldn’t need to prepare for this situation, and so he took no measures to control the Hulk in such a state.

Banner’s body began to twist and malformed again. Turning a green color not unlike the fresh leaves on a tree during a warm spring day. His bones churned and cracked, reforming and gaining mass. His voice deepened, outcries of pain became more like growls. He grew in size well pass a natural human would.

“AAARGH!”
Hulk let out as he stood as straight as he could in the cabin. Each muscle bulged. “Hulk smash puny human.” He threatened the HAMMER agent. He growled and made a reach for Jones.

“BRUCE, WAIT!”
he pleaded. Hulk didn’t pay any attention to him as he grabbed the human and threw him against the wall. Looking to the front wall he heard the sounds of war machines arming themselves and the clicking and clacking of soldiers loading their weapons.

Bursting through the wall Hulk grabbed a hummer by the front end, his legs spread and his muscles bulging as he lifted the vehicle, which bent at the bottom of the windshield. His hells dug into the moist earth. The humans thought they could destroy the Hulk with these small weapons? With these tickling projectiles? And annoying cars that got in his way? He finally managed to life the hummer over his head, windshield facing the earth herself.

“RAAARGH!”
He let out as the metal construct was heaved through the nearby tree. The bullets bounced off the jade skin as they rippled it. Like a tingling in one’s foot after it has fallen asleep. He turned to them. It was annoying as hell. His heels dug in the dirt as he made a dash for the wall of gunfire.


The momentum Hulk used to throw me toward the wall ended up sending me through it. As I burst threw the wall my body hits the ground hard and slides against the dirt terrain for a couple of feet. I come to a stop once my back slams against a tree. Through all of this I seem to be in no pain, really to be quite honest I didn’t really feel anything at all. These wristbands must have protected me from the impact.

As I slowly get to my feet my attention is grabbed by familiar sounds of armoured personnel carriers. It seems that back up is closer than I thought, so the helicopters should be just around the corner, I have to get back to Bruce. I have no clue what I’m going to do but I have to do something. If I didn’t hit him he probably wouldn’t have changed.

“Life doesn’t get any better than this.” I declare to myself as I run back to the battle.

The APC’s beat me to the front of the cabin or what is left of it. Rider and rest of the H.A.M.M.E.R agents that are still standing is trying their best to subdue the Hulk but their efforts are futile.

I look over at the Hulk and I observe him as he rip’s through what is left of the hummers as if they are nothing. As he finishes destroying the last of the hummer’s the guys in the APC’s begin to unload their firepower on the green beast.


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It is an often mentioned but rarely appreciated fact that things are not always as they seem.

Take tonight, for instance.

I headed out tonight in the mindset that I was going to have to hunt down and subdue a classmate of mine, totally convinced that Blackie Drago had murdered Gregory Bestman for denying him the scholarship money to ESU. I really wasn't looking forward to beating up another person from my class, especially another member of my much-maligned "nerd herd" after Max Dillon went all nuts a few weeks ago, but I needed to bring him to justice before he could hurt someone else.

Now it turns out that Blackie was being framed for said murder, for God knows what reason, by his teacher and mentor Dr. Adrian Toomes. I suppose I could ask him why he killed Bestman and set his protege up for a fall, but he's a little busy trying to kill me right now.

"This should have been a simple matter of covering my tracks," he says, swiping at me with one of those big blade-lined wings as I try and get in close to him. "But you just had to meddle where you weren't welcome, didn't you?"

"First of all, yeah, that's kind of what I'm supposed to do, being a superhero," I say, tumbling under the attack and firing out a web that snares onto his wing. "Go out and stick my nose into bad guys' business and screw up the works for them. That's pretty much our whole thing."

I yank on the web-line, pulling the Vulture forward so I can land a spinning kick. When I pull him in, though, he slashes at me with his other wing, causing me to call off my attack, ducking into a ball in mid-spin to pull my legs up and over the wing before I'd get sliced in two. Man, for an old guy, he's quick.

"And secondly," I say, letting out a wider blast of webs to net both of his wings together, "I think what you were going for was 'and I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for that meddling kid.' "

Vulture stumbles back, but before I can follow up, I see the blade-like feathers of his wings begin to reciprocate back and forth, like one of those electric carving knives. Or rather, a whole bunch of them all at once, that actually manage to cut through my webbing. My Spider-Senses go off and I dive out of the way as he fires another half-dozen projectile feathers at me.

"Joke while you can, boy," Toomes taunts before lunging at me, bearing down on me with a set of metallic talons on the bottoms of his boots. "You won't be able to save young Mr. Drago tonight. In fact, I daresay you won't even be able to save yourself."

"Seriously? Have you seen my track record? I'm already 4 and 0 when it comes to supervillain brawls. Five and 0 if you count me helping the Avengers in Times Square."

Well, five and one if you count me getting KO'ed in one shot the first time I met the Shocker, but I totally whooped him in the rematch.

Vulture tries to pounce with his talons again, but this time I leap up to meet him and plant both of my feet into his breadbasket.

"Nnngh!" he grunts as he falls back, his anti-gravity suit catching him into a hover before he would hit the concrete.

"Look, let's make this nice and easy on you. I mean, it's already way past your 4PM bedtime. Give up now and we can have you in prison just in time to catch Matlock."

"Ah yes, bring up my age," Toomes says with a scowl. "Just like Bestman did. Said I was getting too old to be on the ESU faculty, that my ideas were just the product of encroaching senility. Took my position, my retirement, right out from under me. He ruined my life, so I ended his."

"And set your pet student up to take the blame for it," I say, dodging more of his projectile feather-blades as I try and charge towards him. "That was your whole plan all along, wasn't it? Help Blackie build a suit that works like yours, put him in a situation where he'd hate Bestman as much as you, then frame him for his murder!"

"Clever boy," Vulture says, his scowl turning into a grin. "Of course, Drago could still talk to the police, prove his innocence. Unless, of course, his flying suit happened to malfunction and crash while trying to flee from the police."

Looking back at Blackie, his eyes are wide with what I'm sure is both anger and pants-wetting horror. If he weren't gagged, I'm sure he'd be cursing up a storm at his favorite teacher.

"Sounds like a plan and a half," I say, ducking and dodging the Vulture's wings as he swoops past me. "Of course, now that you've done the whole 'explain your big master plan while still in the middle of the fight' bit, it's only fair that I do the 'whoop your wrinkly butt and throw you in jail' bit."

As Vulture banks back towards me for another swooping attack, I fire a pair of web-lines at his arms and charge forward. I roll under him as he makes his pass, then I yank on the web-lines, causing him to slam into the concrete.

"...damn," he swears as he pulls himself back up, sparks coming from the repulsor generator on the back of his suit Looks like that impact might have knocked something loose, as the bladed feathers of his wings are actually starting to fall off..

"What's the matter, birdie? Molting?" This is good. Without those wings I can get in and take him down.

"A momentary setback," he says, downplaying the suit's malfunction. "Fortunately, you don't plan something this complex without having a few emergency preparations."

Toomes opens a compartment on the thigh of his suit and produces a freaking hand grenade, pulling the pin and lobbing it towards Blackie.

"Oh no you don't!" I say, charging towards the grenade and firing a web-line to intercept it. I'm actually a little amazed that my web hits the mark, and I spin around to fling the grenade away from the building. Not a second later, it detonates harmlessly in midair.

I turn in time to see Vulture sprouting a second pair of wings--this one a retractable version of the rigid hang-glider Blackie wore at the Science Fair--before powering up a single repulsor jet and lifting off. I guess if you're going to make your whole gimmick about your wings, you have a backup set on standby, just in case.

"Damn, he's getting away!" I shout to myself, before turning back to Blackie. I crouch down and start to untie him. "At least I know who to look for, though. I can catch up with him later on and take him down to--"

"Mffphh--rmf-fffrmm!" Blackie says, his voice muffled by the gag.

"Sorry, say again?" I say, taking the gag off of him.

"The lab!" Blackie shouts. "He's heading for his lab! My girlfriend's there! You've gotta stop him!"

...oh, crap. I did just leave Deb Whitman webbed up there.

"Right, I'm on it. I'll be back to finish untying you," I say as I start to run after the Vulture. "Just don't go running off!"

I leap from the balcony to the nearest rooftop, running at full speed to try and catch up with Vulture's jet-powered suit. He's flying at a low altitude and speed compared to someone like Iron Man, but he's still flying. I'm not gonna be able to keep up with him on foot, gonna have to try something else.

At the next rooftop, I jump out into the streets and fire a web-line at Toomes. It's a longshot, but I'm just barely able to snag his ankle, and suddenly, I'm being pulled along at a good hundred or so miles per hour.

"Not getting away that easy, Vulture!" I shout, although I'm pretty sure he can't hear me over the wind blasting past his ears. Heck, at this speed, I can barely hear myself. So instead, I aim my free hand at him and fire off a few globs of impact-webbing, bouncing off his wings to get his attention.

Toomes turns his head to see me, then pulls into a sharp barrel roll, doing down and to the right to throw me off. The G-force is absolutely gut-wrenching as I hold on for dear-life, the web acting like a cracking whip at the sudden change of directions.

Vulture dives down closer to the rooftop level, banking towards buildings to try and scrape me off on one of them. I still hold on, having to run along the buildings to keep from just slamming into them, before pushing away and back out into the open air.

He pulls a hard left, trying to slam me into a wall as he turns the corner, but again, I'm able to hold on and avoid getting splattered. If there weren't other peoples lives in danger, I'd almost find this fun. It's kind of like water-skiing, only with no water under you....and the guy driving the boat doing everything he can to kill you.

Eventually, he pulls up into a wide loop. I reach the top of the ascent after he dives down, and I finally lose my grip.

Now I'm free-falling a good three or four hundred feet from the ground. This is generally not a safe place to be. Think, Parker, think--and do it quickly; you've got maybe another couple of seconds before you're street-pizza.

Out of desperation, I fire a web-line towards the top of a nearby building, hoping that I can pull myself back up to the roof and keep running after Vulture that way. Instead, the momentum of my fall, combined with the angle of my web, actually swings me forward, at a pretty ridiculously fast speed, just barely skimming the street before arcing back upwards.

Holy crap, holy crap, now I'm swinging out of control--if I let go, I'll just go flying back out into the street and die, and if I don't let go, I'll slam back into the building and die. Guess the only thing to do...is just go with it.

As I reach the crest of my swing, I let go of the web and sling myself forward, then fire another web into another building further down the street. Once again I swing forward, just narrowly avoiding slamming into the pavement, before letting go and launching myself again.

"YEEEEEEEE-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

Okay, know how I kept complaining about how I needed a better way to get around town than just rooftop-jumping? This is so totally it.

I'm able to pick up enough speed that I can actually catch up to Vulture, who seems to think he's lost me, now flying in a straight line towards his lab. I keep swinging towards him, like some crazy masked Tarzan that can make his own vines, before getting in a good deep arc that sends me flying up way over his head....

.....and I'm able to land right on Vulture's back.

"Hey Vulture!" I say, barely able to wipe the grin off of my face underneath my mask. "You'll never guess what I just learned I can do!"

"Get off of me, you idiot!" he shouts, the repulsor jet whining as it starts to give way. "The auxiliary jet won't support both of our weight! You'll kill us both!"

"Ummm, dude? Observe," I say, slamming my fist into the backpack housing the repulsor jet, and shutting it out, before jumping off of his back. Vulture goes tumbling towards the ground, with no more backups or ways to stop his fall....

.....until he hits the big landing net of webbing that I whip up between two buildings.

"You know," I say, lowering myself on a web towards him as he struggles against the restraints. "That suit of yours is a really cool invention. Seriously inspiring, a man flying like a bird. You could've proven Bestman and the other ESU faculty wrong by example, show the world that you've still got what it takes to be a great scientist. But no, you had to go kill a guy instead."

In the distance, I hear police sirens, see the flashing lights of squad cars out of the corner of my eye.

"They say the best revenge is living well, Toomes. Let me know how well you're living on Ryker's Island, will ya?"

With that, I let go of the web and free-fall for a bit, before catching myself in with another line, and web-swing away into the night.


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Victor laughed a small laugh, maybe a chuckle would be a better description, and what Calvin said about the fighting and new powers.

“Don’t accept the situation, accept who you are and where this situation will take you, until you yourself are satisfied with where you are, what you are doing.” He thought back, thought about all these things that he’s done. Murder, massacre, killing destroying, all for the greater good of his species.

War Prison, Location unknown. Unknown time before 1980

Sabretooth crept through the shadows like a jungle cat on the prowl looking for prey. The rest of the brotherhood waited for him to give the signal, the signal would be the tallest guard tower going lights out.

The cold stone or concrete, Victor wasn’t quite sure, was wet with with the rain as he scaled the wall. The precipitation beat down on him as he he reached for the heavens. His dark green tank top stuck to his trunk.

Now, Westchester New York, Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

“Even if you have to do terrible things, sometimes. Its worth it, every bit.”


GENOSHA, 1992

Victor walked away from that camp, the young girl still in his arms. She looked up at him as the dark morning air brought a breeze that picked up his hair and blew it back behind him, like the covers of those romance novels people read that are more full of crap then Sci-Fi literature.

“Your gonna be alright, I’ll watch over you.” He said in a near whisper as they continued to move for freedom.

Now

“Because in the end, no matter what you do…”


Canadian Wilderness, five years ago

Sabretooth had told Erik he could handle this mission himself, that he wouldn’t need other members of the Brotherhood, they would get in his way in this case. He had pursued it through the forests for days on end, waiting for the chance to pounce. As he came over a ridge of barely stable, very large stones he saw it moving fast across a clearing.

“RAHNE!” he shouted before taking a leap and running after her himself.

Now

“No matter who you have to hunt down, fight, or kill, for the good of the species…”


Six Months ago, Canadian Asylum for the Criminally Insane, North of Montreal

“Here he is, Kyle Gibney, Murder one, acts like some kind of animal, cant let him around anything that breathes…he kills it.” The doctor who they had paid to let release Gibney to them had halted infront of the large metal door with no glass and just bars on it every few inches apart, there was utter darkness inside. And then something moved.

Victor had followed Erik here, dressed as a body guard, all black suit, no white at all. His long dirty blond hair tied behind his head in a pony tail. He beard stubble between his mutton chops and the full goatee. Dark sunglasses prevented his amber eyes from being seen.

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“The ends justify the means.”


The words Victor spoke stuck to my mind like glue. One line in particular he said continues to replay the ends justify the means. I would never have thought a savage like Sabretooth would drop words of wisdom on me. Guess with all his time being on this Earth he has gain a lot of knowledge over the years. Truly a man I can learn from and gain my own experience to help shape me into the man I hope I can be.

“I must say Sab I’m glad we had this little talk, you help me realize something I didn’t realize before.”
I tell him.


In order for me to walk down this road I must first acknowledge that I am not like everyone else. As much as I wish to be human I am not, I’m a mutant and must embrace this. Because how can I say I want to help others like me when I don’t even recognize my true nature? Can I really say my acts are pure if I help a mutant when I don’t claim to be one inside? To truly grow into the man I want to be I must put this foolishness behind me. I can no longer be Calvin Rankins the child who denied his being and kid of a beautiful stay at home mother and son of a profound scientist father. I must be the mutant with the ability to copy the powers of other super powered individuals. I must be the member of the team Weapon X and more importantly I must truly become Mimic.

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I spend most of the night on the living room couch, watching CNBC and sipping on my Scotch. Wilson Fisk is slowly becoming more and more of a problem in my life. I was under the impression he was a first-class businessman before he bought stock into my company. I've since seen him for what he really is: A two-bit thug and blackmailer. He's an increasing annoyance and has to be dealt with soon. I wonder how much a good hitman would cost me?

The locks on the front door click open. I turn to look and see Peter coming into the apartment.

"Peter! Come in. Have a seat for a second, I'd like to talk to you."

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Swinging around town, I'm actually able to cover a lot more ground than I could on foot. I'm able to clear the scene long before the cops arrive, get back to the hotel balcony to finish untying Blackie Drago, take him to Toomes' lab to get Deb Whitman out (complete with a bit of an awkward "umm, sorry I wrongly accused your boyfriend of murder"), even managed to head back to where I left Vulture to snap a few pictures.

I really wish I'd remembered to take some pics while still in action, though, instead of after the fact. Maybe I can rig some kinda system up, I dunno. Either way, I imagine The Daily Bugle will be more excited to use my pictures if I have some with myself in them.

The trip home is fast and blissfully free of pursuing cops or HAMMER agents, so I'm able to breeze across town, stopping just short of our building so I can change back into my normal clothes. Normally I'd just sneak in through the window, but Harry said he and Norman were waiting for me.

Tucking my mask into my backpack and opening up my hoodie to break up the white spider logo, I get on the elevator up to the penthouse....


.....and Norman is waiting for me.

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"Peter! Come in. Have a seat for a second, I'd like to talk to you."

....okay, this could be about a billion different things. Maybe Dr. Warren finally went over that blood sample he took after my fight with the Enforcers and told Norman that I'm a mutant freakshow. Maybe he's finally put two and two together as to where I keep disappearing to.

Then again, maybe it's about me and Harry and Eddie getting into that fight earlier today, or wanting to give me the "birds and the bees" talk in regards to me pseudo-dating Mary Jane.

Or maybe he found the ever-growing collection of suspiciously crusty socks under my bed.

Only one way to find out, I guess. I take in a deep "here goes nothing" breath, and sit down on the couch.

"Okay, so, ummmm, what's up? Did I do something?"

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....okay, this could be about a billion different things. Maybe Dr. Warren finally went over that blood sample he took after my fight with the Enforcers and told Norman that I'm a mutant freakshow. Maybe he's finally put two and two together as to where I keep disappearing to.

Then again, maybe it's about me and Harry and Eddie getting into that fight earlier today, or wanting to give me the "birds and the bees" talk in regards to me pseudo-dating Mary Jane.

Or maybe he found the ever-growing collection of suspiciously crusty socks under my bed.

Only one way to find out, I guess. I take in a deep "here goes nothing" breath, and sit down on the couch.

"Okay, so, ummmm, what's up? Did I do something?"
"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. It's not about what you did, it's about what you didn't do. Peter, when I agreed to take you in I was under the impression you were a well-behaved teenager who stayed out of trouble. Now, you sneaking out of the house and not coming home until late doesn't help my impressions."

Peter starts to squirm a little and I chuckle.

"Calm down. You're not in trouble, just tell me where you were."

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"Don't worry, you're not in trouble. It's not about what you did, it's about what you didn't do. Peter, when I agreed to take you in I was under the impression you were a well-behaved teenager who stayed out of trouble. Now, you sneaking out of the house and not coming home until late doesn't help my impressions."

Peter starts to squirm a little and I chuckle.

"Calm down. You're not in trouble, just tell me where you were."
"Ummm....it's....kind of a long story....."

How much can I actually tell him? I mean, if I just lie completely, he'll catch on. Besides, Norman took me in and has been taking care of me, so I owe him at least a little honesty, even if I'm a little wary about all the stuff going on at OsCorp.

I can't just come clean, though; even if OsCorp doesn't haul me away, HAMMER or the X-Men will. There's no way the adopted ward of a rich industrial geneticist suddenly turning out to be a mutant vigilante wouldn't catch headlines, and make everyone's life hell. No, I can't tell him what I was really doing.

But I might be able to tell him some of it.

"Okay, well, you remember a couple nights ago, when I got caught in Times Square during the big monster attack?" I start, carefully constructing my story out of bits and pieces of truth and weaving around the really dangerous stuff. "Well, I took some pictures for a guy named Ned Leeds, and he gave them to the guy who runs the Daily Bugle. I got a phone call yesterday from their editor, and he wants me to come in tomorrow for an interview. So....I wanted to get some more pictures."

I pull out my camera and show him the snapshots I got tonight of a webbed-up Vulture.

"These are what I got while I was out: Spider-Man fought and captured some crazy old guy in a flying suit. I wasn't able to get any photos of the fight itself, but I think these will still work. What do you think?"

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"Okay, well, you remember a couple nights ago, when I got caught in Times Square during the big monster attack?" I start, carefully constructing my story out of bits and pieces of truth and weaving around the really dangerous stuff. "Well, I took some pictures for a guy named Ned Leeds, and he gave them to the guy who runs the Daily Bugle. I got a phone call yesterday from their editor, and he wants me to come in tomorrow for an interview. So....I wanted to get some more pictures."

I pull out my camera and show him the snapshots I got tonight of a webbed-up Vulture.

"These are what I got while I was out: Spider-Man fought and captured some crazy old guy in a flying suit. I wasn't able to get any photos of the fight itself, but I think these will still work. What do you think?"
I scan over the photos. They're pretty good. Really good.

"These are amazing. You really got into the action. Put yourself in there."

I hand the camera back to Peter and smile. "You know, the paper's editor-in-chief, Jonah Jameson, is on the board of Oscorp and a friend. I could put in a good word with him if you'd like."

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My lungs fill with cold air for what feels like the first time in a lifetime. I open my eyes, not ready to believe it. The collection of stars and constellations expands across the sky above me. It's like I'm seeing them for the first time. If I wasn't stunned into breathtaking silence, I'd probably sob happily. I sit up, realizing for the first time that I'm naked. I run my hands through the yellowish-green grass covering the ground beneath me.

Every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by the images of that dark place. The distorted scenery is too grotesque to describe. I would never burden anyone else with knowledge of that place. It didn't take long before my will was broken, before I lost all hope that I'd ever see the sky, or the stars, or the grass again. In time, I'm sure, those twisted memories will take hold, but for now I'm reveling in life.

My limbs are weak. I can hardly hobble across the empty field all around me. Every so often, a pair of lights dances across the horizon. A highway, I realize. I wave my arms pointlessly. In the dark of night, the cars won't be able to see me until I'm much closer. Invigorated by my newfound hope, I march barefoot through the cold grass towards the roadway.

"Hey! Hey!"

I wave my arms frantically as a pair of headlights draws nearer, almost blinding me. The truck barrels down the road, its mighty engine drowning out my desperate cries. Still, the truck begins to lose speed. I watch as the truck comes to a halt on the side of the road.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you!" I run up to the passenger's side.

"Jesus, buddy! Ain't you got something to cover that up with?" the driver of the truck asks, waving at my naked body and averting his gaze.

"I'm sorry. I just woke up like this," I explain.

The driver whistles and tosses me his jacket from the window. "Hell of a night?" he laughs a bit nervously. "Well, come on, then."

I wrap his jacket around my waist and step into the truck. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I got here. I don't even know where here is."

"Wyoming," the truck replies. He points out the passenger side window. "You can't really see it at night, but that right there is Devil's Gate." I look to see a dark rock formation in the distance. "You're in luck, though. There's a rest stop a little ways down the road here." He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. "Maybe we can't find you some clothes, huh?"

"That would be great." After a silence, I explain, "My name's Johnny."

"Michael. Nice to meet ya."

As the truck rolls along, my gaze falls upon the crucifix hanging from the rear view mirror. It glints in the moonlight for a moment, and I feel myself shiver. I close my eyes and lean back, becoming suddenly aware of how tired I am. I feel myself slowing drifting away...

"Wake up, Johnny."

With a gasp, I snap out of my slumber. My eyelids burn with the haunting images that now occupy the inside of my head. I turn and see Michael staring at me concernedly. "You hear me? I said, 'we're here.'"

I look around at the brightly-lit rest stop, still trying to shake the nightmare from my brain.

"Maybe you best stay here," Michael says slowly. "I'll be back in a minute."

I nod, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against the window. "Get out of my head," I mutter.

"Sorry, Johnny. That's not how it works."

I nearly jump out of my skin as Mephistopheles appears in the driver's seat. Michael's back is turned, and I contemplate yelling out to him before realizing how crazy that would make me seem. "What are you doing here?" I ask darkly.

"What? No 'thank you for bringing me back to the land of the living, Mephistopheles?' No 'how can I ever repay you, Mephistopheles?'"

"You lied to me. You changed the deal," I say sharply.

Mephistopheles' eyes flare a bright red. "I did nothing of the sort! You signed the contract. Consider your time down below something of a...down payment."

I rub my eyes. "What day is it?"

"October 31st," Mephisto smiles. "All Hallows' Eve. Samhain. The day when the gap between the living world and the spirit world evaporates. How do you think you got here?"

"Halloween? That means I've been gone for--"

"Three months. A quarter of a year in Hell. I'm proud of you, Johnny. Not many people can survive that with their sanity intact."

"What do you want from me?"

Mephisto pats me on the leg, and I feel my blood turn cold. "All in due time, Johnny. You've been gone a while. I'll give you time to get your affairs in order." He grins. "Be seeing you, Johnny." And just like that, he's gone.

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"And so the doctor said 'rectum?! Damn near killed 'em!'"

Ben laughs while Sue and I just shake our heads. Victor remains indifferent. We continue our trek in silence for almost a half hour. The sun is beginning to sink when Ben speaks up.

"We almost there yet?"

"The crash site should be just up over this ridge."

We march up over the hill and I feel my breath catch slightly.

"My God."

When Victor said they had people in position, he wasn't lying. There are close to a hundred make-shift tents and campsites surrounding a football field sized patch of scorched ground.

A voice calls from the nearby bushes in a foreign language. Victor responds in the same language and the voice's owner steps out into view.

"This is Valeria Vernard. My number two. Come, let's go down to the crash site while we still have enough daylight."

We follow Victor and Kristian down into the campsite. The soliders begin to gather around us to gawk at Ben. "You said Kristian is your number two, Victor. I'm curious, who exactly is in charge of the rebels?"

"I am. I was under the impression that your government had informed you of that."

"No. All they told me was that you were a source inside the revolution."

Victor shrugs and I pull a a geiger counter from my pack. It begins ticking almost as soon as I turn it on. It's a soft click which indicates the radiation in the area is mostly harmless. The signal starts to strengthen as we approach the crater.

"Here it is."

Victor barks out orders in his native language as we stand on the scorched earth looking down into the hole. Lumpkin wasn't kidding when he said it was small. The meteorite doesn't appear to be much bigger than a basketball.

"So we went all this way for that?"

"Don't be such a fool, Storm. Things smaller than this meteorite have changed the course of history forever."

"He's right, Johnny. I mean, the Atomic Bomb was about the size of a Yugo. Ben, would you mind?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Time to earn my keep."

Ben climbs into the crater and squats down next to the meteorite. "It's still warm. Not hot, but warm."

"Can you pick it up without being burnt?"

"With these mits? I could skinny dip in lava."

"Thanks for that mental image, big guy."

"Go ahead and pick it up. See if we can check it out from up here."

Ben grunts his acknowledgement and places his hands around the meteorite. He lifts it up after a brief struggle and begins waddling up out of the crater. Ben lets it down beside us and the small meteorite shakes the ground with its force.

"They weren't lying when they said it was dense."

I bend down and begin running tests with the scanners in my pack. "It seems to be stronger than Adamantium. It's not much, but it's enough to do some damage if it's made into an alloy."

"Interesting. The people of Latveria will use it with the best intentions."

"What?"

Victor barks out another order in Latverian. Weapons cock all around us and I feel a gun barrel poke into my back. I stand up and turn around. Victor and all his troops have all of their guns pointed at the four of us.

"I'm sorry, Richards, but the meteorite is mine."

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I scan over the photos. They're pretty good. Really good.

"These are amazing. You really got into the action. Put yourself in there."

I hand the camera back to Peter and smile. "You know, the paper's editor-in-chief, Jonah Jameson, is on the board of Oscorp and a friend. I could put in a good word with him if you'd like."


"Really? You'd do that? That's....Mr. Osborn, that's awesome!"

Sure, the Daily Bugle isn't exactly the most Spidey-friendly news outlet on the planet, but hey, money's money, right? This would be my first actual job I've ever had, finally making a paycheck of my own. And it'd go a long way for paying the rest of my college tuition, since the scholarship I got only covers about a quarter of it.

Not to mention I can actually pay for my own food and movie tickets the next time I go out with Mary Jane, instead of dipping into my allowance.

And maybe my pictures will be able to cut through J. Jonah Jameson's anti-superhero editorials and show people what we're really all about.

"I promise I'll be careful out there; I know it's dangerous and a lot of the superheroes out there are kinda shady, but, well......this feels like something I have to do. Show people who these guys are and what they do."

I still don't know if I can really come clean with my big secret to Norman, especially since his labs more or less indirectly turned me into what I am now. But I feel like this way I can at least confess my motivation.

"Ever since Uncle Ben and Aunt May were killed, I've just felt.....I dunno, helpless. And then Spider-Man shows up, and he's, like, everything I wish I was. Powerful, fast, resourceful, able to give the crooks and psychos out there the beating they deserve. And I can't help but think, if Spider-Man were there that night.....he could've done something. He could've saved them."

But no, I was nowhere to be found that night. I was still screwing around with my abilities at that point, causing trouble because I could get away with it. In fact, that particular night I was peeping in on a slumber party over at MJ's house. It wasn't until I came home......

....til I saw everything was gone....

....that I realized how stupid, how irresponsible I was being with my power.

"Anyway, I know it sounds cheesy and lame. But, it's like, maybe if I can get the perfect pictures of Spider-Man and the others in action, if I can give people the right window into their world.....then maybe I can become part of it."

There's a bit of an awkward silence while Norman processes what I've said. He's a smart guy; eventually he'll figure out what I'm really up to. But maybe for the time being, I can actually misdirect him by telling him just a little bit of truth.

"So, um......how about that ball game?"

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"Really? You'd do that? That's....Mr. Osborn, that's awesome!"

Sure, the Daily Bugle isn't exactly the most Spidey-friendly news outlet on the planet, but hey, money's money, right? This would be my first actual job I've ever had, finally making a paycheck of my own. And it'd go a long way for paying the rest of my college tuition, since the scholarship I got only covers about a quarter of it.

Not to mention I can actually pay for my own food and movie tickets the next time I go out with Mary Jane, instead of dipping into my allowance.

And maybe my pictures will be able to cut through J. Jonah Jameson's anti-superhero editorials and show people what we're really all about.

"I promise I'll be careful out there; I know it's dangerous and a lot of the superheroes out there are kinda shady, but, well......this feels like something I have to do. Show people who these guys are and what they do."

I still don't know if I can really come clean with my big secret to Norman, especially since his labs more or less indirectly turned me into what I am now. But I feel like this way I can at least confess my motivation.

"Ever since Uncle Ben and Aunt May were killed, I've just felt.....I dunno, helpless. And then Spider-Man shows up, and he's, like, everything I wish I was. Powerful, fast, resourceful, able to give the crooks and psychos out there the beating they deserve. And I can't help but think, if Spider-Man were there that night.....he could've done something. He could've saved them."

But no, I was nowhere to be found that night. I was still screwing around with my abilities at that point, causing trouble because I could get away with it. In fact, that particular night I was peeping in on a slumber party over at MJ's house. It wasn't until I came home......

....til I saw everything was gone....

....that I realized how stupid, how irresponsible I was being with my power.

"Anyway, I know it sounds cheesy and lame. But, it's like, maybe if I can get the perfect pictures of Spider-Man and the others in action, if I can give people the right window into their world.....then maybe I can become part of it."

There's a bit of an awkward silence while Norman processes what I've said. He's a smart guy; eventually he'll figure out what I'm really up to. But maybe for the time being, I can actually misdirect him by telling him just a little bit of truth.

"So, um......how about that ball game?"
"We didn't go. It didn't feel right going without you. You may not be my son, but I don't want to do something with Harry and leave you out. Plus, the treat to Yankee Stadium was as much for you as it was for Harry."

I begin twirling the empty scotch glass in my hand. It's equal parts time-waster/sobriety test. I'm not dropping the glass or struggling with it, so I'm sober enough. "Tell me about what happened this afternoon with Eddie Brock? Harry told me enough, but why is he picking on you?"

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Tran and Lukin's meeting lasts several hours and during that time the two men discuss numerous issues and finalize an agreement whereby Madripoor National Incorporated will provide arms and equipment to the Kronas Corporation's security services division. The Security services division, effectively the largest private army in the world, was, with the brokering of this deal, now also the best armed.

It is only after the deal has been brokered that Tran reaches into his brief case and retrieves an unmarked brown file which contains what little information he has been able to acquire about Captain America and the Avengers.

Knowing full well Lukin's reputation for ruthless business practices, as well as the barely rumored whispers about his past, Tran does not hesitate in presenting the file to Lukin along with the true reason his visit.

"Now that our partnership has been established I wonder if I could impose upon you for some information Lukin." Tran says as he opens the file and pulls out photos of the battle in time square before laying them down on the table facing Lukin.

"The Premier is intrigued by these Avengers." Tran adds as he gestures to the photos, each one focused on a different member of the super hero team "He would like to know who they are. In particular, this one." He says as he jabs the photo of Captain America with his finger.

"I see." Lukin replies intently but he does not look at the photo of Captain America, instead he eyes a photo of a red faced artifical man in a long flowing cape.

"The Premier is intrigued you say." Lukin repeats as he picks up the photo of the Vision and stares at it.

"Yes." Tran replies while displaying a sudden scowl "He is a great man. He craves knowledge for its own sake and he wants to know where they came from and who their backers are."

"Of course he does." Lukin replies while flashing Tran a knowing look which only serves to intensify Tran's scowl.

"Come now Ambassador." Lukin says in a voice that is not too conciliatory "I am many things, but I am no fool. You premier wants these heroes disposed of and this...creature..." he adds he taps a photo of the Super Skrull "...this creature works for you or with you in some way."

"You seem very confident in your assumptions Lukin." Tran replies as his face remains impassive save for the scowl that remains in place

"Oh I am Tran, but you and your Premier have nothing to fear, and you know that else you would not have approached me." Lukin says as he leans forward in his chair.

"Tell your Premier that he has nothing to fear from me for the moment. Our interests, for now, remain the same and I have no intention of jeopordizing my interests by jeopardizing yours." He glances down at the pictures "Inform the Premier that I will find the information he seeks-"
"Good" Tran says quickly, interrupting Lukin.

"-but I want something in return."

"Name it."

"This one." Lukin says as he holds up the phot of the Vision and shows it to Tran "This one recently escaped from one of my facilities. I have an interest in this machine man Tran. He has knowledge I want. Bring him to me and I will give you what you are looking for."

Tran eyes the photo of the red faced figure he had only recently been battling and silently determines that he/it is unremarkable.

"Agreed." he says while offering Lukin his open palm.





Meanwhile, at the 53 Club

The very same artifical man whom Lukin wants to posess remains unaware that he has become the Super Skrull's target as he gives his full attention to a companion who claims to be a god.


"I want to know why the Gods created mankind. I wish to understand the purpose of man's existence and it is my hope that this information will help me understand why mankind created me and what the purpose of my existence is."



The Thunderer raises an eye brow then lowers his mug before wiping the froth from his beard with the back of his hand.

"Yours is a complicated question indeed my new friend and one I fear I have no simple answer for." Thor says but when he sees the dissapointment on Victor's face he quickly adds "But that does not mean that I have no answers at all."

"You are familiar with our stories? Our myths as they are now called?"

"Yes." Victor nods

"Then you know that all things have a purpose and that nothing in creation, from All Father to the loweliest of grubs is here by mistake. Take my word as a God of Thunder when I tell you that this includes you as well Victor. No matter how bizzare or fantastical your origins may be, you are still a part of the ordered chaos we call existence and you would not exist if the Fates did not have a plan for you."

"I...see..." Victor replies

"You are not assured." Thor says. It is more statement than question.

"No, no. I am..grateful for your confidence but my concerns run deeper than the question of whether or not I am here by accident. I know why my human creator built me. In ways I fail to completely understand I feel his intent. He meant for me to be a protector of humanity and that is a worthy cause, one I have endeavored to live up to." Victor pauses then, as if unsure about whether or not he should continue.

"But since my awakening I have become aware of another creator, another possible purpose, far older and more powerful than that of my mortal creator. The question I am afraid to ask you, the question I must ask you is this: What if my true purpose, my true reason for being, is to bring absolute order to the ordered chaos of the universe. What if my true imperative is to bring death to the humans I now strive to protect? What then Thor?"

For a moment Thor says nothing as he simply eyes the Vision with deadly seriousness, but then the moment passes and Thor's smile returns before he takes a fast deep gulp from his mug.

"Yours is a melancholy spirit indeed friend Victor. Let me ask you a question then: Are you in control of your body, of your mind?"

The Vision nods

"And what you do, helping people, is this not what you want to do?"

Another nod.

"Then you have nothing to fear my friend for it is our acts that define us, that shape us, and none can hide his true nature, especially from himself. You are a hero because you choose to be, because you want to be. Just as my I am. Just as my brother Loki is a wicked trickster, not becuase of some twist of fate, but because he chooses to be. Because it is the path he has chosen for himself. In the end that path, the one we choose, is the one that has always been chosen for us."

"You seem so confident." The Vision replies

"I am my friend. I have stood beside you in battle and shared your company. I have seen your spirit and I choose to call you friend. Now tell me, what companion of Thor could ever be evil?"

"I hope you are right Thor. I sincerely do."

"I know I am Victor. Now come, let us enjoy the evening's entertainment." he says gesturing to the band on stage to which the Vision replies with a smile before leaning back to enjoy the music even as he feels his spirits rise.

It was Thor's companionship. It was an incredible thing. Like his strength, his faith in the future were infectious, and the Vision allowed himself to soak it up and let it become his own.

The Thunder God was right. The Vision would be whatever he chose to be and if the Ultron intelligence ever did prove to still exist he would face it as any man faces his demons.

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"We didn't go. It didn't feel right going without you. You may not be my son, but I don't want to do something with Harry and leave you out. Plus, the treat to Yankee Stadium was as much for you as it was for Harry."

I begin twirling the empty scotch glass in my hand. It's equal parts time-waster/sobriety test. I'm not dropping the glass or struggling with it, so I'm sober enough. "Tell me about what happened this afternoon with Eddie Brock? Harry told me enough, but why is he picking on you?"

"Ugh, I don't know. I mean, he went up to high school a year ahead of the rest of us, and I guess he decided he needed a new crew to hang out with. When he saw that his new friends get their kicks by picking on his old ones, he chose them instead of us. He's been making up one reason after another to come after me ever since. This time, he said I'm trying to steal Gwen away from him.....which is partially true."

I can't help but sneer when I think about those two together.

"It's just....Gwen deserves so much better than him. She's sweet, she's funny, she's a hell of a lot smarter than Eddie will ever realize. Eddie's a total jerk, to me especially, he's always in a bad mood, always talking down to her, and honestly, he doesn't even like her. He's just dating her to prove a point."

And that's not even going into the whole "Pringles thing" I heard Eddie explain to Flash.

"I still don't get why Gwen even said yes to him in the first place. She never seems happy anymore, especially when he's around. I dunno, maybe she's got it in her head that nobody else is going to want her, but come on. She's one of the best people I know. There's got to be someone out there who's better for her. At the very least, better than Eddie freaking Brock."

I sort of choke on the last sentence or two, before realizing I'd gone off on a bit of a tangent.

"But yeah, I was talking with Gwen in the parking lot after school because she's been mad at me since I went out with Mary Jane, and I guess Eddie thought I was making a move on her, so he came up and started to threaten me. Harry stood up for me and got a black eye for it. And since it was after school hours and the faculty didn't see it, and his parents aren't exactly big on the 'parenting' thing anyway, Eddie's gonna get away with it scot-free."

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I sort of choke on the last sentence or two, before realizing I'd gone off on a bit of a tangent.

"But yeah, I was talking with Gwen in the parking lot after school because she's been mad at me since I went out with Mary Jane, and I guess Eddie thought I was making a move on her, so he came up and started to threaten me. Harry stood up for me and got a black eye for it. And since it was after school hours and the faculty didn't see it, and his parents aren't exactly big on the 'parenting' thing anyway, Eddie's gonna get away with it scot-free."
"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, Peter. The universe has ways of making things right. Believe me when I say karma is a *****."

I can't help but smile. I've been kind of worried about Peter since I took him in. What he went through would certainly cause some trauma in his life. This teen-angst-love-he-said-she-said crap seems to confirm that he's a normal teenager.

"The normal teenage problems aside, you're doing good? I believe report cards are due home in a few weeks. I don't expect these distractions to take away from your grades, but I'll be disappointed if they do. You're a smart boy, Peter. You remind me of myself in many ways when I was your age."

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Mac didn’t know what hit him when he suddenly flew through the hair and hit his head hard on the wall. He didn’t know when he came too, but he noticed the weight first. Arched his back before standing on his knees.

“RAAAAAA!” Mac roared out. He looked around, the ceiling had caved in, pretty much everything destroyed or taken. “Damnit!” Gargan grabbed a piece of rubble weighing maybe just under a ton and threw it against the wall. There was no light, the night-vision in his helmet went on and he saw the world in shades of green and black. He cursed under his breath, just then Bristow’s voice came through his ears.

“Mac, you alright? We though we lost ya there for a minute.”she said with concern.

“I'm alright, but lost Marko, there was some else with him, a man, scientist by the looks of him.” He said with a taste of self disappointment.

“We’ve got units heading towards you know Mac, just be patient and wait there for the CSI’s to get there.”she said over the link between them.

“Yea, I’ll wait.” Scorpion answered as he looked around in the dark. Something caught his eye, he flipped through the other spectrums of light. Nothing showed up on infra-red, or on any other spectrum he tried, so he just walked over there and grabbed it, the rubble hadn't crushed it, there was a small hard drive, and a photograph. A woman, a man, and an infant. Mac’s best guess was that this was a family photo of the man who had just helped Marko escape.
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“So, Mac, ya find anything while ya was stuck down there?”Officer Shirey asked him.

“No, not really.” Gargan arched his lips in an expression that usually is taken as meaning ‘Meh’ or ‘Whatever’. Though through the helmet you could only sees his eyes through the lenses.

“We'll find something I bet then Mac.” Shirey kept walking on into the scene with the other officers as Scorpion walked out, the end of his tail flicking idly as he held it behind him.

Back at the precinct Mac knocked on his Captain’s door.

“Hey Cap?” He asked.

“What is it Mac?”

“Back at the crime scene I found two things, a hard drive I wanted to deliver to evidence personally, and this photograph.” Mac produced the two objects from his person.

“And why didn't you give this to the forensics guys?”

“Wanted to make sure it got there, and I think we can find our mystery man. Photo looks old enough, try finding the faces in any of the databases.”

The police captain groaned. “Mac, don’t go over anyone’s head with evidence, get it down there before people say it’s long enough to have fabricated or contaminated it.” He put a hand to his face and rubbed his temples. “And as for the photograph, run the presumed parents faces, have evidence go through see if there's any prints on it, the works”

“On it boss,” Mac started to go when he caught himself on the door frame. “Sorry.. about not leaving it at the scene to be taken care of.”

“Just get it down there now, and don’t do it again!” he pointed at Mac like a father scolding his son.

“Yes, Sir.”
Mac sat at his desk, tail curled around the bottom of the chair. He was gazing at the photograph, a copy anyway. The original was being used to go through every database they had access too, looking for matches to any of the faces of the parents. He flipped it over, it read

Summer'76


They didn’t have anything yet; a few officers had been tasked with going through files yet to be converted to the digital databases.

“Hey Mac shouldn’t you be out on patrol?” Duncan said as he watched behind.

“Huh? Oh, yea I should. Sorry got distracted with some detective work, heh.” He put up a half smile.
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The air was moist now that it was becoming fall. Mac breathed it in. he stood up, there wasn’t any super human-

There was an explosion down the block, something was going on.

Leaping from the building rolling on the roof of the next adjacent one and sprinting over the duct work along the top. He hopped and bobbed and weaved through every obstacle until he reached the smoke cloud. He did a one hand-stand over a ledge and dropped down into the pavement.

“Stop, in the name of the law!” he ordered. He looked at the group of thugs that had emptied from the building. They all wore black; no clear uniforms adorned them past the color. They all carried varying forms of firearms. Glocks, SMGs, and many of them were armed with fully automatics. They all turned and looked at him, staring unsure of what to do. One last member left the building, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black jacket with silver trim. His face was obscured by a mask. On the face of it was emblazoned a silver spider crawling down.


“Well hello there.”

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The momentum Hulk used to throw me toward the wall ended up sending me through it. As I burst threw the wall my body hits the ground hard and slides against the dirt terrain for a couple of feet. I come to a stop once my back slams against a tree. Through all of this I seem to be in no pain, really to be quite honest I didn’t really feel anything at all. These wristbands must have protected me from the impact.

As I slowly get to my feet my attention is grabbed by familiar sounds of armoured personnel carriers. It seems that back up is closer than I thought, so the helicopters should be just around the corner, I have to get back to Bruce. I have no clue what I’m going to do but I have to do something. If I didn’t hit him he probably wouldn’t have changed.

“Life doesn’t get any better than this.” I declare to myself as I run back to the battle.

The APC’s beat me to the front of the cabin or what is left of it. Rider and rest of the H.A.M.M.E.R agents that are still standing is trying their best to subdue the Hulk but their efforts are futile.

I look over at the Hulk and I observe him as he rip’s through what is left of the hummers as if they are nothing. As he finishes destroying the last of the hummer’s the guys in the APC’s begin to unload their firepower on the green beast.

As the armored personnel carriers rolled nearer to the Hulk he re-directed himself at them. A 14.5 mm machine gun unloaded in his direction. Joined by two others as they came within view. These rounds felt like a mild bee sting, more then the little annoyances that the soldiers were yielding.

Hulk laid himself into the machine, crunching the armor and ripping the gun from the roof, flinging it into the nearest thing. He didn’t pay attention to what it was, nor did he care. He grasped at the plating of the APC, peeling it away and revealing the contents inside.

“RAWRGH!” they hollered and screamed the scattered and most of them escaped, until Hulk flipped the vehicle over on them. It came crashing down and silenced the soldiers. “HULK SMASH HAMMER! HULK STRONGEST THERE IS! HULK LEAVE HAMMER IN RUIN!” he lifted the APC out of the ground, swinging it through anything in the way, over his head and down on another one. The metal screeching as the creature attempted to fuse the two machines together. He tore them apart, wrenching the gun from the roof and snapping it in two. He took his left hand and began to drag the wreckage behind him.

“Hulk smash puny humans.”

“Hulk! This wasn’t the plan!” Banner shouted as he attempted to keep pace with the Hulk, he figured out how to in a way project his consciousness outside his body so that the Hulk could see him, and not think of Banner as a voice in his head.

“Hulk made new plan, Hulk smash puny HAMMER.” He growled through gritted teeth.

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Dressed in my tight fitting pinstripe pant suit, as well as a tight waisted pinsuit blazer, I make my way through the offices of The Daily Bugle. My sharp heeled stilettoes attract a little too much attention, but it's nothing I can't handle. My eyes scan the area, watching as various people whisper various gossip about me as I walk past them. Behind me stands my 'Number-Two', Natasha Rushman. In her hand she holds a HAMMER authority badge, making sure the people in this darned office know who's in their company. I hold a copy of yesterday's copy of The Daily Bugle in my hands.

"Excuse me, what makes you think you can pass through?"

A young, yet sophisticated looking female stops us at the entry of J. Jonah Jameson's office. I peer down at her name card and smile half-heartedly. I slam the paper down on the woman's desk. "This, Ms Brant. This very newspaper and it's disgusting headline. Mr Jameson has a lot to answer, allowing this reporter 'Kat Farrell' to write such things about HAMMER. Let me in Ms Brant or my assistant here, will do it by force."

"Okay...Have you got an appointment?"

Attention is attratced to the current scene. I see Betty Brant starting to sweat, taking a large gulp and typing away at her computer. She goes to pick up her phone, when the man I am looking for appears in the doorframe behind Betty. "Come in Carter. But matchstick head here, stays where she is--"

"--Fine, whatever, what's important now is our little catch up," I leave Agent Rushman behind, who stares menacingly down at Betty Brant, causing some intimidation.

I make my way in to Mr Jameson's office, shutting the door behind me. I sit carefully on one of the wooden chairs, staring viciously over at Mr Jameson, who sits down on his grandchair, leaning back with ease. He reminds me slightly of General Ross.

"Look, Mr Jameson...I'm here to make a deal. A deal I think you may like. Something that involves Spider-man,"

The man's wrinkled face lights up and he immediately sits up with delight. "Please Ms Carter, do go on..."

"I will pay you a large sum of money if you keep up the Anti Spider-Man Campaign. The more the public begins to hate him, the more it will be easier for me to get my hands on him. Simple, isn't it?"

"And once you capture Spider-Man, you'll make The Daily Bugle have top priority on reporting the story?" Mr Jameson seems excited yet perplexed at the same time. I nod and smile gently, placing my hands on the desk. In my hands, I have slipped out various snap shots of Spider-Man, ones that once rest in my blazer pocket.

"I think you know what to do with these, Mr Jameson..."

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My name is Stephen Strange. I'm a sorcerer and a telepathic. I never knew my mother and father, or even my real last name. And three months ago I found out that I'm destined to be the next Sorcerer Supreme of the universe.

I know. Crazy, right? But I guess that's always been my life. One crazy thing happening after the next.

My name is Stephen Strange. And this is my story.

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I focus hard on the spell the Ancient One has been teaching me for the past few days. It's one that I've had trouble with, more so than any of the others he's presented to me. My master has commented repeatedly that I am the quickest learner he's ever seen, but I still can't hold a candle to his power.

The daunting task of becoming the world's Sorcerer Supreme has been weighing heavily on my mind, slowing my progress. I don't understand how a misfit like me can be the world's most powerful sorcerer, but if the Ancient One says it is so, it must be. And my powers have been growing at an alarming rate. There's sometimes I even surprise myself with what I'm capable of now.

As I relax and let go of my stress, my spell activates, and fire springs from my hands, taking the shape of two great serpents, who dance around me in a protective tango. They strike out at the Ancient One, who produces a shield that destroys them, "Good, my pupil. Now, practice by yourself for two hours then take a break. You have done well."

"Thank you, master," I reply as I get back in my stance.

After a few more hours of training, I head out of the incantation room and through the winding hallways of the Ancient One's estate. The place is like a palace, with more rooms than I ever thought possible for a house. I still haven't seen all of them, and I doubt I ever will.

"Stephen," I hear the Ancient One's voice come from a doorway as I pass by it. "Please, come here."

I abide by my master's wish and enter the room. There, I find him levitating in front of an orb floating in the middle of the room. I take a seat on the opposite side of the orb. "This, my son, is the Orb of Agamotto, a powerful magical object that allows me to see far into this dimension and others."

"When you came to me, you had been chased across the world be dark beings summoned by an unknown source," he continues. "I believe I have pin-pointed the source. I now know my former pupil, Baron Karl Mordo. Mordo was a powerful apprentice, but his lust for power eventually drove him away from me. I should have saw this coming long ago, but my arrogance as a teacher blinded me. He learned of your existence long ago, and was jealous from the outset. I believe he has been harassing you all these years, and is going to attempt to prevent you from becoming the Sorcerer Supreme."

"But how can he stop me from that if it is my destiny?" I ask, confused.

"By finding something even I do not posses. He has found the location of the Eye of Agamotto, the sister piece of the orb. The eye controls unspeakable power, and if he retrieves it he could challenge even me," my master responds solemnly. "You must retrieve it before he does."

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I sit down at my quarters at the Xavier Institute after my first mission with the X-Men, relieve to be back home. After one mission of getting shot at by a Brotherhood mutant, I really don't know what to think of my new life. Sure, it's helping the greater good of mutant kind, but there were some odd moments.

The talk between Anna Marie and Captain Summers really threw me for a loop. Something about Charles Xavier's lost notes? And the way Captain Summers snapped at me after I asked about them? It was something weighing on his mind. I don't have to be a telepath like Jean Grey to figure that out.

"Hey, beautiful," a voice says from the doorway. I turn to find my boyfriend Bobby Drake leaning against the door frame. "Looks like you got a lot on your mind. Care to talk?"

"I'd love to," I smile, patting the bed next to me. He takes a seat and I lay my head on his shoulder, "Somethings from the mission the other day. They got to me. I don't know. Something the new girl, Anna said. That us and the Brotherhood aren't so different. Just different sides of the spectrum. Could that be true, Bobby?"

Bobby ponders the question for a moment before answering, "No, that's not true. The Brotherhood is a bunch of terrorists trying to kill and hurt our cause. We're the guys trying to do good. To try and help mutants. Right?"

"Yea. Yea that's right," I smile, even though I don't know if I believe the words coming out of my mouth.

He gets up and closes the door to my room before sitting back down, "Did you give Captain Summers the intel from my past mission?"

"Yea, every bit," I smile. "I think he's really liking our little spy operation," I laugh. "Let's hope we don't get caught," I say half serious.

But Bobby's presence calms me. It may be a stupid, teenage girl type thing to say, but he makes me feel good, even on my worst days. I flip on the TV in my room and the two of us lay down, me resting my head on his chest.

As I drift off into sleep, I make a mental note to talk to Captain Summers later. I want to know what had him spooked on the mission.

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"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you, Peter. The universe has ways of making things right. Believe me when I say karma is a *****."

I can't help but smile. I've been kind of worried about Peter since I took him in. What he went through would certainly cause some trauma in his life. This teen-angst-love-he-said-she-said crap seems to confirm that he's a normal teenager.

"The normal teenage problems aside, you're doing good? I believe report cards are due home in a few weeks. I don't expect these distractions to take away from your grades, but I'll be disappointed if they do. You're a smart boy, Peter. You remind me of myself in many ways when I was your age."

"Well, hey, um....thanks. Seriously. I mean, after all you've done for me, taking me in, looking out for me..."

...accidentally giving me superpowers....

"I can't really thank you enough, Mr. Osborn. I can only hope to do even half of what you've done, so....thanks. It means a lot."

Norman and I share one of those "meaningful male bonding" smiles, then I stretch and get off the couch before things get a little too gay.

"Well, anyway, I'm gonna wash up and turn in for the night. Glad we talked; we should really do this more often."

With that, I head upstairs, quickly stash my Spider-Man outfit and web-shooters back in the trusty old duffel bag, and hop on the computer to catch up on my daily sites.

Nothing new on the Onion....

....no new reviews on IGN worth reading....

....no new comments on my wacky and totally epic Flash fan-fiction series (which I haven't really been able to complete ever since I started being a real superhero)....

....man, there's got to be something going on tonight....


*******

In a nondescript warehouse deep in the Bowery, L. Thompson Lincoln eyed his operation carefully as his men unloaded a shipment of heroin from a large unmarked truck. It was risky bringing in vulnerable shipments like this when he knew he had pressure on all sides, but he didn't know when he would be able to get any new merchandise. After being attacked by Spider-Man and losing ground to the police, the Big Man decided the wisest move was to hole up, gather as much merchandise and ammunition as possible, and wait for the heat to die down.

The gangster's underlings all flinched a little when the large garage door opened, only to see it was a familiar black sedan. As it pulled up into the warehouse, out stepped Hammerhead, the Big Man's right-hand, followed by the trio of Montana, Ox, and Fancy Dan--the Enforcers.

"Any luck finding the Tinkerer?" Lincoln said with feigned interest, having sent the four of them to find his former favorite weapon-smith and punish him for failing once again with the transformation of Flint Marko.

"No sign of him," Hammerhead said, disappointed. "His whole lab was cleared out by the time we got there; he musta skipped town after lettin' Marko escape. Maybe all that stuff they said about him being a CIA spook is true."

"No matter," the Big Man said dismissively. "If he does show his face again, I trust you'll make a point to bash it in for me."

"Believe me, boss, nothin' would give me greater..." Hammerhead trailed off, noticing a trio of SUVs pulling up towards the warehouse. "DOWN!"

As the cronies dived for cover, a man in a black ski mask leaned out the window of the lead SUV, a machine-pistol in his hand, laying down a sweeping spray of gunfire.

"Manfredi," The Big Man said to no one in particular, a cold, bitter anger in his voice. The Don of Manhattan had finally decided to make his move on Brooklyn.

The SUVs pulled up just outside the warehouse, setting themselves up as a barricade to block the door. As the Enforcers returned fire, their bullets bounced harmlessly off of the trucks' armored panels. Four to each vehicle, a dozen gunmen poured out, armed with Uzis and light sub-machine guns, firing into the Big Man's hideout.

"So that's how it's going to be," Lincoln said, with a sigh of resignation, before reaching into his jacket and pulling a heavy, silver-plated Colt .45 from his shoulder holster.

He had tried to be the Big Man, to cut a name and an empire for himself, to prove that he could be a boss and not just a ruthless killer. Apparently Silvermane would not allow that, still believing him to be the ungrateful hitman Tombstone.

While Hammerhead and the Enforcers moved from cover to cover to get to a good firing position, Lincoln carefully aimed his pistol at one of the Maggia gunmen and squeezed off a single shot, catching him right in between the eyes and splattering the gunman's brains out the back of his head.

If it was Tombstone that Silvermane wanted.....then it was Tombstone he would get.



*******


Far from the loud and calamitous gunfire in Brooklyn, a hushed meeting was taking place behind closed doors, in the smoke-filled back room of a restaurant in Chinatown. The Triads had gained a lot of prestige and momentum since the arrival of their new boss Mister Negative, but had also been losing more men. By making a name for himself, Mister Negative had made enemies of the Puerto Rican "Wasps," the Russians, the Yakuza, and most of all, the Maggia.

Tonight, a conclave of higher-ups in the Triads were discussing the possibility of mutiny.

"But we cannot simply ignore the power we've gained in this city since he came here!" one of the younger men said, arguing on Negative's behalf.

"We cannot ignore the deaths, either," said another, older man. "And not just our muscle on the street, but those of us towards the top as well!"

"This is a dangerous time for us,"
chimed in a third. "But I believe our gains in New York outweigh the losses we have taken, no matter how gruesome. With Negative leading us, we can outmatch any other organization in the city. Silvermane himself would--*hrrrk!*"

The man's voice was cut off by a gurgling, a spurt of blood bubbling in his throat. The other Triads bolted up from their seats as the man fell forward, revealing a curved kukri knife embedded in his back.

A low growl emanated from the darkened corner of the room, followed by a blur of motion, a large man moving with the speed and grace of a seasoned predator.

Guns were drawn, knives unsheathed, but as the Chinese gangsters searched for their attacker, they fell one by one to an array of exotic, if primitive, weaponry.

Poison darts.

Sharpened boomerangs.

Heavy bolas.

Throwing axes.

Despite their superior firepower, the Triads were picked off painfully and ruthlessly by a man using weapons more suited for a tribal hunter-gatherer.

As the sole surviving gangster fired wildly at the attacker, he felt a sharp punch in his stomach, followed by a burning pain that sent him crumpled to the ground in agony. He clutched the wound, finding the stalk of a spear sticking out from his abdomen.

"So easily you fall," the attacker said, emerging from the shadows, revealing himself. He was an enormous, musclebound, grim-faced man, his uncovered chest and arms covered in tattoos that were broken up only by large, angry scars--particularly a series of deep claw marks across his chest. He looked down on the bleeding Triad, piercing green eyes practically gleaming from behind his long black hair. "You would make a very poor trophy."

"P-p-please..." he said in ragged gasps and broken English. "Don't....d-don't kill me!"

The man's stoic face grew sour at the thought.

"No sport in killing you. Besides, I need you alive. Tell Mister Negative that Silvermane sends his regards.....and that Kraven is now on the hunt."


*******


Luke Cage walked the streets of Hell's Kitchen alone, in his plain clothes tonight, rather than the uniform that he had come to know. Even without the mask, he walked the most dangerous streets in the city without fear. For while the sins and evils of men surrounded him, he carried with him the mission and the drive to bring true justice to those who deserved it.

In a city of sinners, he was a Devil.

Their guerilla campaign had thus far been effective in removing many of Silvermane's operatives from the Kitchen, and every day, they grew concerned about the possibility of reprisals. Earlier tonight, they had lost contact with two of their own, who had been sent to clean out a drug den in one of the low-rent projects. Murdock had sent Cage to find out what had become of them.

Ducking inconspicuously into an alley behind the building where his fellow Devils had been sent, Cage found a gutter pipe and began climbing up towards an open window.

As he climbed in through the window, he pulled out a flashlight and turned it on.

"Damn," was all he was able to manage as he looked over the scene.

The room was full of at least a dozen people, mostly junkies, a few pushers, some armed, most not. Every last one of them was dead, killed by a single bullet either to the head or through the heart.

In the center of the room, two corpses slumped back-to-back, tied to a pair of chairs. They wore the red masks that identified them as Murdock's Devils. Number 4 and 5, the ones who had gone missing. Again, a single bullet each.

Cage inspected the bodies more closely, and found a note pinned to one of them, with only three words:

Compliments of Silvermane

Rather than a signature, the note was signed only with a symbol. Three concentric circles, with a dot in the middle.

A bullseye.


******

Beneath the subway tunnels of Manhattan, Doctor Otto Octavius crouched in his filthy hovel, hidden far away from the world he had tried so hard to help.

He could have done so much good, given so much to the world. But all he was given was shoddy funding, substandard equipment, and impossible deadlines. All of which culminated in a disaster which took his Mary away from him.....which turned him into what he was now.

Still, he knew he would rebuild. He would find a way to recreate his experiment, his fusion device that would change the world forever. Then everyone would finally see his genius, his superiority. They would all see....

....but how? He could never get backing in the state he was in now, with the blood of the woman he had pined after on his hands. To complete his grand vision, he needed money. To acquire said money, he needed power.

He had tried to accumulate more power by finding a kindred spirit, one who had been elevated beyond the capacities of lesser men. However, the Sandman had eluded him, and once again, he was left alone.

Above in the streets, he heard sirens, police cars passing overhead. He scrambled to the small radio he had acquired and tuned it to the news.

"--unsure of the exact numbers, but reports of gang violence on a citywide scale tonight, as several locations all across New York have been attacked. Most of the violence seems to be between rival gangs, primarily the infamous Maggia syndicate, possibly looking to eliminate the smaller, lesser-equipped gangs. More on the situation as it--"

Otto switched off the radio, and a smile began to play across his face. This could prove to be most advantageous.

He had heard reports of organized crime families hiring "super-villains" to carry out their work. Perhaps in their desperation to fight off the Maggia, one of the lesser gangs would find themselves in need of a new brain to create weapons and monsters for them. And thus, he would have access to the organization, the manpower, and most importantly, the money that he needed. Then it was a simple matter of toppling the existing leadership and taking control of said syndicate himself.

A new idea fresh in his mind, Doctor Octopus picked himself out of his filth and began to work. His drive was now reignited....

....and his thoughts were sinister.



*******



Late into the night, the basement still sounded with the low thrumming of the sewing machine. The stitching had to be right, the layers and seams all in the correct place, especially when it came to the decorative patterns all over.

After all, this was a big project, and she wanted it to be perfect.

"Okay, that takes care of that seam.....now to put the next bit on top...."

Ever since learning her best friend was in fact an unregistered mutant who was running around as a crime-fighting vigilante, Gwen Stacy had thrown hours and hours of her free time every day into a special project, one that she started out as a present for Peter's birthday.

Even though she was still upset with him, Gwen toiled away on her surprise. For starters, because it was something to take her mind off of all the pressure she was getting from her admittedly unhappy relationship and the fact that there was next to nothing she could do about it. And secondly, since Peter's birthday was still a month away, she assumed that Peter would come around by then.

Besides, it was coming along too nicely for her to stop now.

Her dad originally gave her a skeptical look at the beginning of her project, when she came home having spent all of her allowance on rolls of canvas and leather and dye. However, she was able to convince him it was just another hobby of hers--she had gone into similar seclusion the year before when she made costumes for Peter and herself for the New York Comic Con. Now that it was nearing completion, she made it a point to hide everything away when she wasn't working on it.

Gwen took another piece of leather and carefully laid it out onto the canvas, taking very careful measurements before beginning to sculpt it into the right shape.

"Theeere we go...."

For months now, Peter had been fighting gangsters and super-powered killers wearing a ski mask and a black hoodie. And while he had certainly saved lives, the press still considered him just as much of a threat as the villains he fought. Gwen believed that part of the problem was just that he looked too much like one of the bad guys, and had set out to make him an outfit that gave a little friendlier appearance.

Taking Peter's old measurements from his Comic Con costume, she made a tight-fitting bodysuit out of durable canvas and dyed it blue. It didn't exactly fit the spider theme, but she liked it, and it sent the right message. From the superheroes in the comics, to both the old and new Captain America, to the color of Luke Skywalker's lightsaber, it was the right kind of color: good guys wear blue.

For added protection, she was layering interlocking sections of segmented leather, tougher than the canvas but still flexible enough that Peter could move around. The leather was ugly and dull in its original brown, so she tried a different primary color, and dyed it a deep red. It was a good contrast, exciting to look at, and continued the image of a genuine superhero rather than just a masked troublemaker.

"Gwen? Honey?" George Stacy called down to her from upstairs. Gwen jolted for a second, then hastily threw a sheet over the garb.

"Down here, Dad," she called back up.

"I just got called in to work," he said, coming down the stairs as he still fussed with putting on his jacket. "I can't go into it, but it's something big. I'll probably be out late, so make sure to lock all the doors before you go to bed. And don't stay up too late."

"I won't," she lied, knowing that she was going to be working on her surprise for Peter for at least another two or three hours. "You be careful out there."

"Don't worry, Pumpkin,"
he said, giving his daughter a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be fine."



*******



Tombstone stood statuesque in the center of his warehouse, Hammerhead, the Enforcers, and his remaining henchmen emerging victorious from the firefight with Silvermane's hit squad. Five of his men had been hit, three of whom were already dead. Not a single one of the Maggia gunmen survived.

The sounds of distant police sirens grew ever closer, and Hammerhead cast a look towards his boss.

"Ermm, Big Man? We need to get moving," he said, as Montana climbed into their sedan and fired up the engine. "Big Man? You okay?"

Tombstone's gaze was fixed on the carnage before him, the tattered corpses of the men his old employer had sent to kill him.

"This is it, Hammerhead," he finally spoke up, his hateful yellow eyes still locked onto the dead gunmen. "This is the spark that finally sets it all off."

The albino man took a deep breath, then finally turned away from the scene and walked towards the sedan.

"Gentlemen, we are now at war."

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