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It's ok not my cup-o-tea, but I can see it appealing to girls.
Anubis' "How would you do it?" Thread.
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How The Question would have handled Ultimate Marvel:
Now, for the most part, I like the Ultimate line. But, there are plenty of ideas that I had that could have been alternatives to the ideas presented in the line, which I think are just as good, and in some cases better. To start off, The Avengers:
The story begins with Tony Stark, a billionare industrialist and inventor, with the brains and resources of Howard Hughes and the personality of Hugh Heffner. Five years ago, he visited one of his labs in Japan, to witness the first test of a prototype of his design. The device, a high powered micro transistor, vastly boosted the fuel efficiency of almost any electronic device, enabling for more compact power sources. Upon returning to the united states, his micro transistors would be the central part of his "Iron Man," a suit of powered armour contracted by the government.
En route to France for a meeting, Tony's plane was shot down over China. Surviving with severe injuries, Tony regained consciousness in an anti-communist geurilla camp. There, he was introduced rather forcebly to the leader of the camp, a man named Gene Kahn, who his followers refer to as "The Mandarin," and his second in command, a former Vietnamese soldier named Wong Chu. They informed him that they are quite aware of his expertese in weapons technology, and that they want him to build weapons for him. They also told him that there is a peice of shrapnel lodged in his chest, dangerously close to his heart, that could kill him without medical atention. If he designs and builds weapons for them, then they will get him to a doctor. They locked him up with Doctor Ho Yinsen, a famed Vietnamese engineer who they had captured weaks earlier.
Together, Stark and Yinsen built a crude version of Stark's Iron Man. However, one of the suit's features, an electro magnetic feild generator, was designed to keep the shrapnel in Tony's body in place while he wore the suit, prolonging how long he could go without surgury, along with it's origional aplications (flight, forcefeild generation, firing magnetic "repulsor rays.") The two then used the suit to escape the camp. In the insuing chaos, Yinsen was shot and killed by Wong Chu, and Tony in turn killed Wong Chu in a fit of rage. He then fled the camp and atempted to head back to civilization.
Possesing no money or credit cards, Tony fended for himself for a time, stealing and scavanging for food when he could and feebly atempting to hide the bulk of his armour under a long heavy cloak. Eventually, he found a doctor with the proper surgical expertise who was willing to help him for free. After getting the shrapnel removed, he was in a fisically weakened condition, and depended on the armour for survival. As the crudeness of his suit made it's flight capabilities slow and limited, Tony was forced to find a way to contact his company, or search for a pilot who would believe that he is the now presumed dead Tony Stark and would be willing to fly him to America for no money or a promise of money upon his arrival. While stuck in Asia, he witnessed a good deal of humanity's low points, and ended up using his armour to help the helpless and save lives. During that time, he met and befriends James Rhodes, and discharged American Marine living in Asia who has a knack for getting into trouble. The two eventually made their way to New Dheli, where Stark contacted the local Stark International office and aranged for a plane ride back to the states for himself and Rhodes, who he promised a job in America if the two got out of China alive.
In America, Tony felt that Iron Man shouldn't fall into the hands of the military, since, after what he'd seen, the last thing he wanted to do was invent something that ended up killing people. He faked corperate sabotoge, resulting in all of his notes, data, and protypes related to the Iron Man project being destroyed. That is, besides those he secretely kept for himself. A few months later, he began a habit of periodically dissapearing every few months to travel the world (one, luckily, not too surprising for a millionare playboy). In truth, he, acompanied by Rhodes, his personal pilot, and Harold Hogan, his chauffeur, would travel to the places in the world where people needed help and hope, and tried to give as much as possible, while wearing a new, modified version of his armour to make things a bit easier.
While through his travels, he usually ended up doing things like giving food to the hungry and saving lives during natural disasters, or fighting the likes of terrorists, warlords, drug cartels, assassins, and flat out psychopaths, he occasional encountered things that could be explained solely as wierd. People with powers, supernatural phenomina, and the such. He took an interest in such pehnomina, and began seeking it out.
He was first drawn to Norway, where there were reports of the pagan thunder god, Thor, savagely atacking criminals and ne'erdowells who atempted to harm innocent people. Tony eventually found Thor, who claimed that he had been Donald Blake, a Norwegian physician of Irish descent. About a year prior to his meeting Tony, he began having hallucinations and soon what seemed to be dillusions. At first he thought he was going crazy, but then claimed that he finally realized that he was, in fact, the Norse god Thor, born anew in human form to be taught the ways of the world. His family atempted to instatutionalize him, but he escaped and ran off into the woods to hide. He soon got lost, and was stranded with no food or shelter. He camped by a stream he found, surviving as best he could on water alone. Four days later, he had what could be described as a shamanic experience. He found himself in a giant Viking hall, with a man who very much resembled Odin holding a Viking war hammer before him. He took the hammer, and awoke to find himself possessing a now impressive physique with vast strength to match, and the hammer from his vision in his hand. While slightly skeptical of Thor's story, Tony couldn't deny that he was quite powerful.
Upon returning to America, Tony got word of Hank and Janet Pym, renound robotics engineers and quantum physicists who claimed to have created a spacial anamoly, manifesting in what they called Pym Particles, that could manipulate the mass, volume, and density of an object without damaging it. However, nothing had been done with the find since then. Intrigued, Tony tracked the Pyms down. They told him that they were unsure what to do withtheir Pym Particles, as they were afraid of it's potential destructive aplications. Tony suggests that they take a more hands on aproach to helping people, and reveals his armour to they. Together, the three build several suits that incorperate both the Pym Particles and several inventions of the Pym's, such as a device that, through use of electromagnetic signals, can control insects.
Finally, Tony followed several stories about massive green savage man with inhuman strength atacking people and wreaking havok in New Mexico. Tony tracked the creature down, and when it came to rest, he found that it's mass slowly began to evaporate off of it, and it shrunk down into a normal man. Tony introduced himself, and after some coaxing, the man gave his name as Doctor Bruce Banner. Bruce said that he had been a scientist working for a government program called Weapon Plus. In short, it's goal was to create physically enhanced soldiers for the military, and had been active since shortly before WWII. Bruce had been working in the applied nanotechnology devision. He created nanobots that would, when introduced into the human body, both alter it to work at superhuman levels and enable it to adapt toalmost any situation and danger. Soldiers with these nanobots in their system would be virtually immortal and unstoppable. During one particular test, where several rabbits would be exposed to it in a gas form, and then exposed to large amounts of gamma radiation to test the limits of their durability. However, a slight electrical failure caused the activation sequence to begin while one of the technians, Rick Jones, was still in the testing range. Bruce ran down there to save him, pushing him out the door before it closed and locked. However, he himself was locked in there. He was exposed to the gas, and as the timer counted down to the release of the radiation, he began panicking. When the radiation was released from it's containment, Bruce began to spasm, as if he was having a seizure. He the started to transform into the monster that he now refers to as The Hulk, and smashed his way out of the lab.
Bruce told Tony that he has no idea why the procedure had this effect on him, but doesn't want to risk hurting anyone until he figures it out. Tony offers to help Bruce, and help him use his condition to help others. Tony brings Bruce to his Mansion in New York, inviting the Pyms and Thor aswell. There, Tony gives them his plan to form a sort of team that would help make the world a better place. The others agree, and so The Avengers are formed.
The Avengers made their public debut saving a plane from crashing into the New York harbor. Quickly, they became very controversial figures, being considered to be the world's first real super hero team (although there's some debate as to wether or not the Fantastic Four count). While praised by the public, the government and law enforcement agencies are suspicious of them. While Iron man initially offered to work with the federal authorities, there was an underlying tension that builds over time.
The team had a handful of adventures, mostly saving lives and occasionally aiding authorities in major crises such as atempted terrorist atacks. Soon, however, government officials very strongly suggest that the team be made official federal agents. Maters are complicated when the connection between Iron man and Stark is made, causing the military to state that since they contracted the armour, and began suing that as leverage to gaun more control over the team. This escalated into an actual conflict between the team and the armed forces. What made matters worse was that Bruce, due to the stress of the whole ordeal, transformed and became uncontrolable, lashing out at the military and his teammates. The team tried to contain him, but he proved too powerful. He escapes, and the team is brought to a government facility. There, they are told that the federal government will take legal action if the team doesn't agree to work for the feds.
Time passes, and the details are hammered out. Soon, Henry Gyrich, a federal agent assigned to work with The Avengers, comes to them and introduces a man who the feds strongly suggest should be made a team member: Captain America.
More later.
Now, for the most part, I like the Ultimate line. But, there are plenty of ideas that I had that could have been alternatives to the ideas presented in the line, which I think are just as good, and in some cases better. To start off, The Avengers:
The story begins with Tony Stark, a billionare industrialist and inventor, with the brains and resources of Howard Hughes and the personality of Hugh Heffner. Five years ago, he visited one of his labs in Japan, to witness the first test of a prototype of his design. The device, a high powered micro transistor, vastly boosted the fuel efficiency of almost any electronic device, enabling for more compact power sources. Upon returning to the united states, his micro transistors would be the central part of his "Iron Man," a suit of powered armour contracted by the government.
En route to France for a meeting, Tony's plane was shot down over China. Surviving with severe injuries, Tony regained consciousness in an anti-communist geurilla camp. There, he was introduced rather forcebly to the leader of the camp, a man named Gene Kahn, who his followers refer to as "The Mandarin," and his second in command, a former Vietnamese soldier named Wong Chu. They informed him that they are quite aware of his expertese in weapons technology, and that they want him to build weapons for him. They also told him that there is a peice of shrapnel lodged in his chest, dangerously close to his heart, that could kill him without medical atention. If he designs and builds weapons for them, then they will get him to a doctor. They locked him up with Doctor Ho Yinsen, a famed Vietnamese engineer who they had captured weaks earlier.
Together, Stark and Yinsen built a crude version of Stark's Iron Man. However, one of the suit's features, an electro magnetic feild generator, was designed to keep the shrapnel in Tony's body in place while he wore the suit, prolonging how long he could go without surgury, along with it's origional aplications (flight, forcefeild generation, firing magnetic "repulsor rays.") The two then used the suit to escape the camp. In the insuing chaos, Yinsen was shot and killed by Wong Chu, and Tony in turn killed Wong Chu in a fit of rage. He then fled the camp and atempted to head back to civilization.
Possesing no money or credit cards, Tony fended for himself for a time, stealing and scavanging for food when he could and feebly atempting to hide the bulk of his armour under a long heavy cloak. Eventually, he found a doctor with the proper surgical expertise who was willing to help him for free. After getting the shrapnel removed, he was in a fisically weakened condition, and depended on the armour for survival. As the crudeness of his suit made it's flight capabilities slow and limited, Tony was forced to find a way to contact his company, or search for a pilot who would believe that he is the now presumed dead Tony Stark and would be willing to fly him to America for no money or a promise of money upon his arrival. While stuck in Asia, he witnessed a good deal of humanity's low points, and ended up using his armour to help the helpless and save lives. During that time, he met and befriends James Rhodes, and discharged American Marine living in Asia who has a knack for getting into trouble. The two eventually made their way to New Dheli, where Stark contacted the local Stark International office and aranged for a plane ride back to the states for himself and Rhodes, who he promised a job in America if the two got out of China alive.
In America, Tony felt that Iron Man shouldn't fall into the hands of the military, since, after what he'd seen, the last thing he wanted to do was invent something that ended up killing people. He faked corperate sabotoge, resulting in all of his notes, data, and protypes related to the Iron Man project being destroyed. That is, besides those he secretely kept for himself. A few months later, he began a habit of periodically dissapearing every few months to travel the world (one, luckily, not too surprising for a millionare playboy). In truth, he, acompanied by Rhodes, his personal pilot, and Harold Hogan, his chauffeur, would travel to the places in the world where people needed help and hope, and tried to give as much as possible, while wearing a new, modified version of his armour to make things a bit easier.
While through his travels, he usually ended up doing things like giving food to the hungry and saving lives during natural disasters, or fighting the likes of terrorists, warlords, drug cartels, assassins, and flat out psychopaths, he occasional encountered things that could be explained solely as wierd. People with powers, supernatural phenomina, and the such. He took an interest in such pehnomina, and began seeking it out.
He was first drawn to Norway, where there were reports of the pagan thunder god, Thor, savagely atacking criminals and ne'erdowells who atempted to harm innocent people. Tony eventually found Thor, who claimed that he had been Donald Blake, a Norwegian physician of Irish descent. About a year prior to his meeting Tony, he began having hallucinations and soon what seemed to be dillusions. At first he thought he was going crazy, but then claimed that he finally realized that he was, in fact, the Norse god Thor, born anew in human form to be taught the ways of the world. His family atempted to instatutionalize him, but he escaped and ran off into the woods to hide. He soon got lost, and was stranded with no food or shelter. He camped by a stream he found, surviving as best he could on water alone. Four days later, he had what could be described as a shamanic experience. He found himself in a giant Viking hall, with a man who very much resembled Odin holding a Viking war hammer before him. He took the hammer, and awoke to find himself possessing a now impressive physique with vast strength to match, and the hammer from his vision in his hand. While slightly skeptical of Thor's story, Tony couldn't deny that he was quite powerful.
Upon returning to America, Tony got word of Hank and Janet Pym, renound robotics engineers and quantum physicists who claimed to have created a spacial anamoly, manifesting in what they called Pym Particles, that could manipulate the mass, volume, and density of an object without damaging it. However, nothing had been done with the find since then. Intrigued, Tony tracked the Pyms down. They told him that they were unsure what to do withtheir Pym Particles, as they were afraid of it's potential destructive aplications. Tony suggests that they take a more hands on aproach to helping people, and reveals his armour to they. Together, the three build several suits that incorperate both the Pym Particles and several inventions of the Pym's, such as a device that, through use of electromagnetic signals, can control insects.
Finally, Tony followed several stories about massive green savage man with inhuman strength atacking people and wreaking havok in New Mexico. Tony tracked the creature down, and when it came to rest, he found that it's mass slowly began to evaporate off of it, and it shrunk down into a normal man. Tony introduced himself, and after some coaxing, the man gave his name as Doctor Bruce Banner. Bruce said that he had been a scientist working for a government program called Weapon Plus. In short, it's goal was to create physically enhanced soldiers for the military, and had been active since shortly before WWII. Bruce had been working in the applied nanotechnology devision. He created nanobots that would, when introduced into the human body, both alter it to work at superhuman levels and enable it to adapt toalmost any situation and danger. Soldiers with these nanobots in their system would be virtually immortal and unstoppable. During one particular test, where several rabbits would be exposed to it in a gas form, and then exposed to large amounts of gamma radiation to test the limits of their durability. However, a slight electrical failure caused the activation sequence to begin while one of the technians, Rick Jones, was still in the testing range. Bruce ran down there to save him, pushing him out the door before it closed and locked. However, he himself was locked in there. He was exposed to the gas, and as the timer counted down to the release of the radiation, he began panicking. When the radiation was released from it's containment, Bruce began to spasm, as if he was having a seizure. He the started to transform into the monster that he now refers to as The Hulk, and smashed his way out of the lab.
Bruce told Tony that he has no idea why the procedure had this effect on him, but doesn't want to risk hurting anyone until he figures it out. Tony offers to help Bruce, and help him use his condition to help others. Tony brings Bruce to his Mansion in New York, inviting the Pyms and Thor aswell. There, Tony gives them his plan to form a sort of team that would help make the world a better place. The others agree, and so The Avengers are formed.
The Avengers made their public debut saving a plane from crashing into the New York harbor. Quickly, they became very controversial figures, being considered to be the world's first real super hero team (although there's some debate as to wether or not the Fantastic Four count). While praised by the public, the government and law enforcement agencies are suspicious of them. While Iron man initially offered to work with the federal authorities, there was an underlying tension that builds over time.
The team had a handful of adventures, mostly saving lives and occasionally aiding authorities in major crises such as atempted terrorist atacks. Soon, however, government officials very strongly suggest that the team be made official federal agents. Maters are complicated when the connection between Iron man and Stark is made, causing the military to state that since they contracted the armour, and began suing that as leverage to gaun more control over the team. This escalated into an actual conflict between the team and the armed forces. What made matters worse was that Bruce, due to the stress of the whole ordeal, transformed and became uncontrolable, lashing out at the military and his teammates. The team tried to contain him, but he proved too powerful. He escapes, and the team is brought to a government facility. There, they are told that the federal government will take legal action if the team doesn't agree to work for the feds.
Time passes, and the details are hammered out. Soon, Henry Gyrich, a federal agent assigned to work with The Avengers, comes to them and introduces a man who the feds strongly suggest should be made a team member: Captain America.
More later.
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I would have been more specific, but I was really really tired when I wrote that. To be short, imagine The Avengers being like Doc Brass' secret super team in Planetary, and you have something close to what I envisioned.
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Pretty good overall Q.
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Thanks. I've got some other ideas for the X-Men and FF that I'll put up later.
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Anyway, I didn't explain it quite as well in the initial write up, but my Ultimate Avengers would be a bit more low key. Not that they're some kind of secret team, but they're not celebrities either. They don't sign autographs or so public apearances or any of that ****. While they'd first really come to the public's atention with the plane save I mentioned, they'd been active for quite some time before that. They'd saved lives during natural disasters, investigated and fought seemingly dangerous and strange phenomina, etc. And the government had been aware of them for some time beforehand (although they didn't know much), and there'd been some public awareness, but as I said, a lack of information kept things fuzzy. That was simply the first really public thing they'd done. And the reason they shyed away from fame and recognition was because Tony wanted them to help people and give people hope, not get talked about on E.T. or in supermarket tabloids. It was after they're big plane save that the government started collecting enough information to monitor and influence them.
Also, to elaborate on Gyrich's role and Cap's arrival: You see, The Avengers don't apear on any official documents and aren't actually federal agents. It's more of a "You scratch our back, we scratch yours" type of deal. And it actually ends up being benifical to The Avengers, since while Gyrich is the government's guy in with The Avengers, he ends up being their guy in the government aswell. And he's not just some useless burocrat. He's a skilled hand to hand combatant and marksman, with experience in espionoge and detective work. And, most importantly, he's got plenty of contacts in the military and espionoge circles all over the world, including MI6 and S.H.E.I.L.D. So, while at first there is some tension between him and the others, over time they come to accept him as a member of the team, albiet one who is highly stuck up, stubborn, and conservative and "by the book" in a way that can be a tad annoying.
With Cap, I'll revise what I said before. The military find him frozen into the side of an ice burg, find to their amazement that he's still alive, and thaw him out. When he wakes up, he finds himself in a world that is both very much the same and veyr much different from the one he remembered. Naturally, before being allowed to enter active duty, it was mandated that he have therapy sessions to help aclimate to the changed world (similarly to how many coma patients see a therapist to help deal with the world having changed so much from what they remember). However, being who he is, Steve was quite restless during his first session, and used the second to duck out of sight and escape the military hospital he was being held in, as to aclimate himself to the world first hand. While at first having a hard time with all the new technology and trends, Cap managed by treating it like trying to assimilate into the culture of another country. He was able to get to know the ways of the culture of today, although he was still absolute ****e when it came to using anything high tech and sometimes stuck out because of that. One thing he found that was a constant, however, was crime and corruption. He ended helping several people and having quite a few adventures in his travels. During this time, he encountered The Avengers, and joined the team. He returned to the military, and returned to active duty. However, as the government was beginning to use The Avengers more and more to deal with unusual threats for them, Cap was often called to work with them when the military didn't desperately need him for some mission. As Gyrich became the team's inside guy in the espionoge circles, Steve became their guy in the military.
As a bit of trivia, Cap has at least three costumes for seperate purposes. One, resembling his normal 616 costume, albiet stylized to be remenicent of the steampunk asthetic, is his propaganda outfit. It's his origional costume from the 40s (although back then he had several varients aswell). Used for training, when apearing before the troops, and in combat situations with relatively low gunfire. Usually wares it during missions with The Avengers. The second is his battlefeild outfit. More resembling the current Ultimate costume, it's much more heavily armored and practical, albiet still symbolic in nature. For full out battlefeild combat, when he's leading entire groups of soldiers personally into combat. The third is a much darker stealth suit, used for recon and espionoge missions. There are no designs on it to indicate that he is in fact Captain America, and he doesn't carry his sheild when he's wearing it. When preforming stealth operations, his code name when he's not in radio silence is "Black Eagle."
Also, a point of interest: Steve has a tatoo of the Roman Numeral "I" on his right shoulder blade. The tatoo is amarker of all succesful test subjects of the Weapon Plus program (Wolverine, for example, has an "X" tatoo on his back).
Also, to elaborate on Gyrich's role and Cap's arrival: You see, The Avengers don't apear on any official documents and aren't actually federal agents. It's more of a "You scratch our back, we scratch yours" type of deal. And it actually ends up being benifical to The Avengers, since while Gyrich is the government's guy in with The Avengers, he ends up being their guy in the government aswell. And he's not just some useless burocrat. He's a skilled hand to hand combatant and marksman, with experience in espionoge and detective work. And, most importantly, he's got plenty of contacts in the military and espionoge circles all over the world, including MI6 and S.H.E.I.L.D. So, while at first there is some tension between him and the others, over time they come to accept him as a member of the team, albiet one who is highly stuck up, stubborn, and conservative and "by the book" in a way that can be a tad annoying.
With Cap, I'll revise what I said before. The military find him frozen into the side of an ice burg, find to their amazement that he's still alive, and thaw him out. When he wakes up, he finds himself in a world that is both very much the same and veyr much different from the one he remembered. Naturally, before being allowed to enter active duty, it was mandated that he have therapy sessions to help aclimate to the changed world (similarly to how many coma patients see a therapist to help deal with the world having changed so much from what they remember). However, being who he is, Steve was quite restless during his first session, and used the second to duck out of sight and escape the military hospital he was being held in, as to aclimate himself to the world first hand. While at first having a hard time with all the new technology and trends, Cap managed by treating it like trying to assimilate into the culture of another country. He was able to get to know the ways of the culture of today, although he was still absolute ****e when it came to using anything high tech and sometimes stuck out because of that. One thing he found that was a constant, however, was crime and corruption. He ended helping several people and having quite a few adventures in his travels. During this time, he encountered The Avengers, and joined the team. He returned to the military, and returned to active duty. However, as the government was beginning to use The Avengers more and more to deal with unusual threats for them, Cap was often called to work with them when the military didn't desperately need him for some mission. As Gyrich became the team's inside guy in the espionoge circles, Steve became their guy in the military.
As a bit of trivia, Cap has at least three costumes for seperate purposes. One, resembling his normal 616 costume, albiet stylized to be remenicent of the steampunk asthetic, is his propaganda outfit. It's his origional costume from the 40s (although back then he had several varients aswell). Used for training, when apearing before the troops, and in combat situations with relatively low gunfire. Usually wares it during missions with The Avengers. The second is his battlefeild outfit. More resembling the current Ultimate costume, it's much more heavily armored and practical, albiet still symbolic in nature. For full out battlefeild combat, when he's leading entire groups of soldiers personally into combat. The third is a much darker stealth suit, used for recon and espionoge missions. There are no designs on it to indicate that he is in fact Captain America, and he doesn't carry his sheild when he's wearing it. When preforming stealth operations, his code name when he's not in radio silence is "Black Eagle."
Also, a point of interest: Steve has a tatoo of the Roman Numeral "I" on his right shoulder blade. The tatoo is amarker of all succesful test subjects of the Weapon Plus program (Wolverine, for example, has an "X" tatoo on his back).
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Hey,,Hey,,Hey!!! STOP! HOLD ON!!!
Fellas! Theres a rumor that Dan Slott is gonna take over Amazing Spider-man!!
I was on Comicbookresources.com and on the forum theres a link saying Dan is leaving She-Hulk for ASM!
Sweet mercy!
Fellas! Theres a rumor that Dan Slott is gonna take over Amazing Spider-man!!
I was on Comicbookresources.com and on the forum theres a link saying Dan is leaving She-Hulk for ASM!
Sweet mercy!
The continuing adventers in my "Perilous Prospect of Protecting a Preteen" world where a 13 year old daughter of Spider-Man is brought to the 616. now they face the Civil War
Parabellum
"They're passing it?" Mayday asked incredulously. She'd been at Stamford all day with a few dozen other heroes trying to help clean and search for survivors. She'd just gotten home to hear of the Super-Human Registration Act.
"There's no choice," Tony said, trying to console Peter and Mayday. Aunt May and MJ were a couple rooms over. "The law is being passed tonight. By tomorrow it's register or..." Tony trailed off.
Mayday growled. "why," she asked emptily.
"The act compels anyone with super-human abilities to register their identities with the U.S. government," Tony explained.
"But why!?" Begged Mayday. Peter stroked her daughter's back.
"People are afraid," Tony replied quietly. "They need someone to be afraid of, to blame. We got the short end of the stick."
"What's all this 'We' stuff?" Mayday asked coldly. "You're a baseline."
"You know they'd count me too," Tony remarked.
"But you want to join," Mayday replied. "I just want to help people during the day, and go home for as normal a life as possible. And I don't want to hear anymore people whine and decry the New Warriors."
"The New Warriors..." Tony started.
"UNCLE BEN WAS A NEW WARRIOR!" She yelled into his face.
Peter reached to put a restraining hand on her shoulder, but stopped.
"The Thing was never a New Warrior," Tony objected, confusedly.
"Not Uncle Ben Grimm," Mayday spat. "Uncle Ben Reilly... the Scarlet Spider."
Tony paused, but Mayday just turned to walk away.
~~~~~~~~
half an hour later...
"Oh my GOD!" called an anchor in her dressing room.
"Hi," Mayday, in full costume, responded. "I have to ask you a favor."
"Um..." The frightened anchor responded. she turned to look at the door.
"If you say no, I'll just try to get to another station," Mayday assured her.
"What do you want?" asked the anchorwoman.
"I just want a few minutes on the air to say something. completely voluntary, and totally non-compelled. I just wanted to approach you in secret because... well, I didn't want to scare a room full of people. Just... you know, one person."
"Um... just a minute," the anchorwoman responded. she pulled the small tissue's from her collar that protect her pantsuit from make-up. "I'm going to be right back." she charged from the room, only to stick her head back in a moment later. "By the way, I'm Cindy Sui" with that said, Cindy pulled her head back out and ran down the hall. Mayday sat in the small dressing room for five minutes before Cindy came back in with a larger, balding man.
"You want a couple minutes on the air?" asked director.
"Yes, I want to talk about a new law that is coming into effect tonight," Mayday explained
"Political commntary from a super-hero?" asked the anchorwoman.
"From a popular one," the director added. "I've been looking at approval ratings lately. She and her Young Avengers are pretty popular. and a political comment at this time... oh it's going to be great." the director practically danced out.
a few minutes later the news was starting and the anchorwoman was introducing their "special guest".
"Thank you Ms. Sui," Mayday took. she pulled her mask off finally. "And good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is May Gweneth Parker. As you probably know I'm the daughter of Peter Parker, the Spider-Man. I... I'm here to ask for your support. but to help you understand what is going on, I want to tell you a little story..."
she took a deep breath. "Many decades ago there was a society that was devestated after a war. their economy had completely failed as their money was next to worthless. Then, one man came on the scene, and he started to turn things around. he united his people against a common enemy. he was charasmatic and intelligent, and charming. He found the way to unite most of his nation was to turn them against a type of people within their own population. he made it appear to be their fault. That nation did become strong, it became powerful. industry and economics picked up once more... but they were taking more and more drastic measures against the perceived enemy. I'm no great shakes at science like my dad is, but I do know my history, and that history, the history that I see us working toward right now... is that of Germany. The charming man was Adolf Hitler... and I think you can guess the rest."
She looked right into the camera, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Something few people know about me is that I'm not from this reality. I was born in another that went down a path similar to this one. It lead to genocide. My father and mother were slaughtered because my father was genetically different. I was saved only because my godfather got me into a hidden safehouse in time. "
She took a deep breath. "And... one more thing. The New Warriors were not fools or stupid. The Night Thrasher was a highly trained martial artist, and he, Namorita, and Speedball were all highly experienced. They have had some highly powered people cycle through their roster, and had some highly powered people on their roster. Let's remember the man who actually caused the explosion... Nitro. A man who has taken the lives of heroes before, took the lives of five more. What is being done to track down the person who actually killed all those children? A single mutant has taken it upon himself to hunt him down. that's hit. SHIELD is more concerned with gearing up to enforce a law that comes into effect tonight, than tracking down the monster that scared you all so badly in the first place. Tony Stark is more interested in putting heroes in prison than in capturing Nitro, OR the gang that visiously beat my godfather, Johnny Storm, into a coma. He could have kiled them easily, but instead he allowed himself beat.
"See the road ahead of you," She told them with a solemn voice. "And decide if it is one you truly want to be on. Someone very close to my family was once a New Warrior, so I ask any former New Warriors to come out tonight with me, and stand in defiance of an unjust law at Times Square. Thank you for your time tonight, and thank you Ms. Sui."
"Not a problem," Replied the Anchorwoman in a mystified voice. Mayday stood and walked from the studio.
Hours later, in Times Square, a man in gold, with a red cape stood high above the city.
"Scary, isn't it," came a voice from the shadows.
"WHO!" jumped the young Hero on the ledge.
"I'm Spider-Girl," Mayday replied.
"It's Midnight," Prodigy, the man in gold and red, spoke timidly. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm scared as hell."
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the perseverence despite it... Abraham Lincon," Mayday recited.
from the sky Iron Man and a small squad of SHIELD agents descended. "I'm offering you nicely," Tony called. "If you come with me to get registered, there doesn't have to be trouble."
"And if we say no," Prodigy retorted.
"Then you will be detained, forcibly if necessary, and taken to prison," Tony replied cooly.
"Sorry, Mr. Stark," Mayday said in a cold voice. "But we wish to remain in free country."
"You don't stand a chance," Tony said quietly, pleadingly to Mayday.
"I'd rethink those odds," Called a voice joining them on the rooftop. Mayday looked to see two males, one roughly 17 in a white and black jumpsuit, the other 13 wearing blue and black. both looked strikingly similar. the one who'd spoken was Alex "Zero-G" Power, and the one in blue was Jack "Mass Master" Power. Jack was Mayday's boyfriend.
"Jack!" Mayday called.
"Well, Alex was coming out as a New Warrior, and I bugged him to bring me along," Jack smiled.
"Their not alone either," came another voice. Tony turned to see Justice floating up with Rage on a telekinetic disk.
"You know," Justice called, after Rage had jumped onto the rooftop, "We were gonna register, but hearing someone actually speak in defense of the New Warriors... We couldn't let that go unsupported."
"Especially when the speaker was kinda cute," Rage added, with a wink to Mayday.
"Nor could we," called the ressonating voice of Cloak as he opened up his cloak from thin air and Dagger leapt out.
Tony, taking the whole scene in, descretely signaled for reinforcements. "I'm asking you all, one more time; Cloak, Dagger, Justice, Rage, Zero-G, Mass Master, Prodigy, Spider-Girl... register, or you are under arrest."
"No," they spoke simultaneously.
The attack came instantly. they each reacted to their nearest targets, but that wasn't working well. Dagger was quickly getting overwhelmed, and Cloak was having a poor time protecting her.
"Cloak!" Mayday called as she jumped in to protect Dagger. "Send Iron Man to the Darkforce Dimension for a little bit." She pointed at Iron Man who was going toe-to-toe with Prodigy, and winning. "Zero-G, levitate the non-airborne guys!" She called to Alex. "Dagger, stun those guys coming in from the north. Alex, get small and get scrapping!" She snapped out orders quick, and they were followed without hesitation. "Justice, back up Zero-G. Rage, grab something heavy and throw it at people who don't look nice."
fore five minutes they seemed to be winning. Cloak dumped Iron Man out on the roof top before he was fully "drained". but reinforcements were on the approach.
"Cloak," Mayday called as she knocked the heads of two "Cape-Killers" together. "Think you have enough in you to get us out of here?" She slung another agent into Rage's waiting fist.
"Yes, gather 'round Dagger!" he shouted back. Mayday web-yanked both Mass Master and Rage toward the being of light, while the others made their way toward her just before the whole group was engulfed in the darkness of Cloak's cloak. the only source of light was Dagger.
"Huddle close to me," she warned them. "My light protects those who travel through here. Without it..." she didn't finish.
Tony struggled to his feet. He looked at the rooftop battle field around them and cursed. he couldn't help but feel that if only Mayday had kept her mouth shut, things would have gone differently.
Parabellum
"They're passing it?" Mayday asked incredulously. She'd been at Stamford all day with a few dozen other heroes trying to help clean and search for survivors. She'd just gotten home to hear of the Super-Human Registration Act.
"There's no choice," Tony said, trying to console Peter and Mayday. Aunt May and MJ were a couple rooms over. "The law is being passed tonight. By tomorrow it's register or..." Tony trailed off.
Mayday growled. "why," she asked emptily.
"The act compels anyone with super-human abilities to register their identities with the U.S. government," Tony explained.
"But why!?" Begged Mayday. Peter stroked her daughter's back.
"People are afraid," Tony replied quietly. "They need someone to be afraid of, to blame. We got the short end of the stick."
"What's all this 'We' stuff?" Mayday asked coldly. "You're a baseline."
"You know they'd count me too," Tony remarked.
"But you want to join," Mayday replied. "I just want to help people during the day, and go home for as normal a life as possible. And I don't want to hear anymore people whine and decry the New Warriors."
"The New Warriors..." Tony started.
"UNCLE BEN WAS A NEW WARRIOR!" She yelled into his face.
Peter reached to put a restraining hand on her shoulder, but stopped.
"The Thing was never a New Warrior," Tony objected, confusedly.
"Not Uncle Ben Grimm," Mayday spat. "Uncle Ben Reilly... the Scarlet Spider."
Tony paused, but Mayday just turned to walk away.
~~~~~~~~
half an hour later...
"Oh my GOD!" called an anchor in her dressing room.
"Hi," Mayday, in full costume, responded. "I have to ask you a favor."
"Um..." The frightened anchor responded. she turned to look at the door.
"If you say no, I'll just try to get to another station," Mayday assured her.
"What do you want?" asked the anchorwoman.
"I just want a few minutes on the air to say something. completely voluntary, and totally non-compelled. I just wanted to approach you in secret because... well, I didn't want to scare a room full of people. Just... you know, one person."
"Um... just a minute," the anchorwoman responded. she pulled the small tissue's from her collar that protect her pantsuit from make-up. "I'm going to be right back." she charged from the room, only to stick her head back in a moment later. "By the way, I'm Cindy Sui" with that said, Cindy pulled her head back out and ran down the hall. Mayday sat in the small dressing room for five minutes before Cindy came back in with a larger, balding man.
"You want a couple minutes on the air?" asked director.
"Yes, I want to talk about a new law that is coming into effect tonight," Mayday explained
"Political commntary from a super-hero?" asked the anchorwoman.
"From a popular one," the director added. "I've been looking at approval ratings lately. She and her Young Avengers are pretty popular. and a political comment at this time... oh it's going to be great." the director practically danced out.
a few minutes later the news was starting and the anchorwoman was introducing their "special guest".
"Thank you Ms. Sui," Mayday took. she pulled her mask off finally. "And good evening ladies and gentlemen. My name is May Gweneth Parker. As you probably know I'm the daughter of Peter Parker, the Spider-Man. I... I'm here to ask for your support. but to help you understand what is going on, I want to tell you a little story..."
she took a deep breath. "Many decades ago there was a society that was devestated after a war. their economy had completely failed as their money was next to worthless. Then, one man came on the scene, and he started to turn things around. he united his people against a common enemy. he was charasmatic and intelligent, and charming. He found the way to unite most of his nation was to turn them against a type of people within their own population. he made it appear to be their fault. That nation did become strong, it became powerful. industry and economics picked up once more... but they were taking more and more drastic measures against the perceived enemy. I'm no great shakes at science like my dad is, but I do know my history, and that history, the history that I see us working toward right now... is that of Germany. The charming man was Adolf Hitler... and I think you can guess the rest."
She looked right into the camera, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Something few people know about me is that I'm not from this reality. I was born in another that went down a path similar to this one. It lead to genocide. My father and mother were slaughtered because my father was genetically different. I was saved only because my godfather got me into a hidden safehouse in time. "
She took a deep breath. "And... one more thing. The New Warriors were not fools or stupid. The Night Thrasher was a highly trained martial artist, and he, Namorita, and Speedball were all highly experienced. They have had some highly powered people cycle through their roster, and had some highly powered people on their roster. Let's remember the man who actually caused the explosion... Nitro. A man who has taken the lives of heroes before, took the lives of five more. What is being done to track down the person who actually killed all those children? A single mutant has taken it upon himself to hunt him down. that's hit. SHIELD is more concerned with gearing up to enforce a law that comes into effect tonight, than tracking down the monster that scared you all so badly in the first place. Tony Stark is more interested in putting heroes in prison than in capturing Nitro, OR the gang that visiously beat my godfather, Johnny Storm, into a coma. He could have kiled them easily, but instead he allowed himself beat.
"See the road ahead of you," She told them with a solemn voice. "And decide if it is one you truly want to be on. Someone very close to my family was once a New Warrior, so I ask any former New Warriors to come out tonight with me, and stand in defiance of an unjust law at Times Square. Thank you for your time tonight, and thank you Ms. Sui."
"Not a problem," Replied the Anchorwoman in a mystified voice. Mayday stood and walked from the studio.
Hours later, in Times Square, a man in gold, with a red cape stood high above the city.
"Scary, isn't it," came a voice from the shadows.
"WHO!" jumped the young Hero on the ledge.
"I'm Spider-Girl," Mayday replied.
"It's Midnight," Prodigy, the man in gold and red, spoke timidly. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm scared as hell."
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but the perseverence despite it... Abraham Lincon," Mayday recited.
from the sky Iron Man and a small squad of SHIELD agents descended. "I'm offering you nicely," Tony called. "If you come with me to get registered, there doesn't have to be trouble."
"And if we say no," Prodigy retorted.
"Then you will be detained, forcibly if necessary, and taken to prison," Tony replied cooly.
"Sorry, Mr. Stark," Mayday said in a cold voice. "But we wish to remain in free country."
"You don't stand a chance," Tony said quietly, pleadingly to Mayday.
"I'd rethink those odds," Called a voice joining them on the rooftop. Mayday looked to see two males, one roughly 17 in a white and black jumpsuit, the other 13 wearing blue and black. both looked strikingly similar. the one who'd spoken was Alex "Zero-G" Power, and the one in blue was Jack "Mass Master" Power. Jack was Mayday's boyfriend.
"Jack!" Mayday called.
"Well, Alex was coming out as a New Warrior, and I bugged him to bring me along," Jack smiled.
"Their not alone either," came another voice. Tony turned to see Justice floating up with Rage on a telekinetic disk.
"You know," Justice called, after Rage had jumped onto the rooftop, "We were gonna register, but hearing someone actually speak in defense of the New Warriors... We couldn't let that go unsupported."
"Especially when the speaker was kinda cute," Rage added, with a wink to Mayday.
"Nor could we," called the ressonating voice of Cloak as he opened up his cloak from thin air and Dagger leapt out.
Tony, taking the whole scene in, descretely signaled for reinforcements. "I'm asking you all, one more time; Cloak, Dagger, Justice, Rage, Zero-G, Mass Master, Prodigy, Spider-Girl... register, or you are under arrest."
"No," they spoke simultaneously.
The attack came instantly. they each reacted to their nearest targets, but that wasn't working well. Dagger was quickly getting overwhelmed, and Cloak was having a poor time protecting her.
"Cloak!" Mayday called as she jumped in to protect Dagger. "Send Iron Man to the Darkforce Dimension for a little bit." She pointed at Iron Man who was going toe-to-toe with Prodigy, and winning. "Zero-G, levitate the non-airborne guys!" She called to Alex. "Dagger, stun those guys coming in from the north. Alex, get small and get scrapping!" She snapped out orders quick, and they were followed without hesitation. "Justice, back up Zero-G. Rage, grab something heavy and throw it at people who don't look nice."
fore five minutes they seemed to be winning. Cloak dumped Iron Man out on the roof top before he was fully "drained". but reinforcements were on the approach.
"Cloak," Mayday called as she knocked the heads of two "Cape-Killers" together. "Think you have enough in you to get us out of here?" She slung another agent into Rage's waiting fist.
"Yes, gather 'round Dagger!" he shouted back. Mayday web-yanked both Mass Master and Rage toward the being of light, while the others made their way toward her just before the whole group was engulfed in the darkness of Cloak's cloak. the only source of light was Dagger.
"Huddle close to me," she warned them. "My light protects those who travel through here. Without it..." she didn't finish.
Tony struggled to his feet. He looked at the rooftop battle field around them and cursed. he couldn't help but feel that if only Mayday had kept her mouth shut, things would have gone differently.
More Spider-Girl. Part II of I think III
Cry Havoc, and Let Slip the Dogs of War
Mayday was quickly moved in with the rest of Captain America's secret Avengers. She was intimidated at first, but when the Young Avengers and Scott Lang moved in, she felt much more at ease. many nights she could be seen in the room she shared with Cassie Lang talking late into the night. or she was walking through the halls, hand in hand with Jack Power, even though Rage had taken to flirting with her.
One night, just as Mayday, the rest of the Young Avengers, and Scott Lang finished their supper (Scott Lang had taken to being guardian for ALL the minors staying in the Secret Avenger's base), Captain America walked in.
"We're having a meeting son," he said quietly. "Scott we're going to need you."
Scott nodded and stood. the kids began making their way toward their respective quarters.
"Wait," Steve called. "Mayday, we want you sitting in on this one."
all the Young Avenger's paused. none of them had ever been asked to sit in on a planning meeting before. all teenagers, including Rage and the Power brothers, were always sent to their quarters during plannning meetings.
"S-sure," May replied.
Scott cast looks between Steve and Mayday, trying to figure out why his daughter's best friend was coming to a planning meeting.
Steve pointed Scott to a seat near Daredevil, and then guided Mayday to a seat directly to the right of his own.
Mayday could see she wasn't the only one confused by her attendance. Others around the table were shuffeling and whispering about her, while casting quick short looks at her. She'd never felt more nervous. Not even when she'd gone on her date with Jack had she felt this nervous.
"Alright," Captain America began. "this is a general planning meeting, to update us all on where we stand, and how we plan on surviving the duration of Stark's war."
"Why is the kid here?" asked the Falcon
"Yeah," Mayday finally spoke. "Why am I here?"
Steve hung his head. "May... You have something here none of us at this table has... Experience in this situation. Many of us have had to hide our own identies, had to hide from the law... but none of us have ever been hunted on this level. You have."
Mayday covered her mouth in shock. He was refering to the reality she'd traveled here from. She'd lived for over a year with her godfather, Johnny Storm, in a safehouse after her parents were killed. "Oh god," she whispered.
The table was silent. Steve turned to them. "For those of you who didn't catch her televised statement, May was born in an alternate reality where not only did they pass Super-Human Registration, but they eventually outlawed Super-humans. In her reality, Meta-Humans were killed on sight, hunted down, executed... in short, genocide. She out lived many of them because she was able to hide. We will need her experience in that field... May... Mayday, can you help us with that?"
"I-I think so, Captain Rogers," She replied weakly.
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Good girl," he told her. He turned to the group. "We already have false ID's for most of our members, so they can go in public. We've talked about setting up safehouses througout the city, possibly talking to Dr. Strange about using the Sanctum Sanctorum. Can anyone think of anything else we might be able to do?"
"Um..." Mayday raised her hand timidly.
"May?" Steve asked.
"Well, Captain Rogers, one of the things we did was to set up new names," She squeaked.
"Cap said we're already doing that," Daredevil told her calmly.
"No..." she corrected. "I mean... new codenames," she stressed. "They plan their response to our appearance by who we are. if they don't realize who they're fighting right away, they may fight us wrong. For instance, Uncle Johnny would wear jeans and a leather jacket coated with unstable molecules and go out calling himself "Hell Fighter". People thought he was a Ghostrider knock off and it lead to them trying to cast spells that only work agaisnt someone weilding hellfire."
Steve leaned back as he thought about what the girl had jst said.
"Isn't that a bit superfluous?" chided Nighthawk.
Mayday started fidgeting, but then Luke spoke up. "No, it's smart. think about it. I show up in my street clothes, they know not to waste ammunition on me. But, I show up dressed like... say Josiah X, or even like Bill," he gestured across the table at Goliath. "And it might take them a while to figure out I've got different powers. It would let us get what we want done and then get out of there. Meanwhile they're still trying to figure out what the hell happened and who the hell they were fighting."
"But where are we going to get spare costumes," asked Daredevil.
"Kate," Mayday squeaked. as everyone turned to face her again. she explained, "Kate Bishop... she helped the Young Avengers get new costumes... I bet she could get you guys some spares, especially if she doesn't need them designed from the ground up."
Steve nodded beside her, and Mayday let out a breath of relief. "Okay," Captain America said. "We're doing it. Mayday, you are in charge of assigning everyone a secondary codename and getting them a costume for it. I want in done within a few weeks."
Mayday swelled with pride, then looked around the table. This was going to be a challenge.
"I'm covered already," Daredevil smiled, giving her a thumbs-up.
It was a few days later, Mayday was sitting with Cassie in their room, talking about who could become who.
"Well," Cassie said. "Daddy's doesn't plan on taking part in the fighting, he wants to just hang around the base and keep things running, so Mr. Foster could borrow his Ant-Man gear..."
"that's pretty good," Mayday replied. She was about half-done assigning secondary codenames. Captain America was going to be Hawkeye. "By the way... how would you like a green full body suit and wig?"
"Why?" asked Cassie warily.
"I was thinking of trying to pass you off as a gamma-mutant," Mayday replied, showing a sloppy sketch labled "Stomp".
"Works for me," Cassie replied.
"Good then we have..." Mayday's list of those yet to be assigned was cut short as an alarm went off overhead.
they rushed to the warroom.
"We have a major incursion at Roxxon chemicals," announced Nighthawk. "Kaplan, Johnson, prepare to port us all. This is a rescue operation."
"NO!" shouted Mayday.
"You don't have authority to override me," Nighthawk sneered at her. He wasn't a bad person, but he was sick to death of taking orders from a teenager.
"I mean we sholdn't bring both," she explained. "If it's a trap and they're waiting for us, we're toast. plus, how would those here evacuate in case of a raid."
Nighthawk looked between the two teleporters. He hated the fact that she was right. "Wiccan remains here with Hawkeye, Patriot, Hulkling, and Ant-Man. The rest of us are going."
"I'll need rest," Cloak warned them.
"Spider-Girl, pick out a team to protect him once we're there," Nighthawk snapped.
"Mr. Cage, Dagger, and Justice," she called. They nodded.
with a swirl of darkness they were deposited in the middle of a chemical yard. They looked around, a little chilled by the silence.
Mayday's spider-sense suddenly went off. She webbed three darts meant for Cloak. Cage took two to the chest, and they bounced off harmlessly. Justice errected a TK barrier to stop seven of them. Dagger was hit with four when she used her own body to protect Cloak.
"TANDY!" cried an angry Cloak. Tyrone Johnson had never really sorted out what his feelings for his partner, Tandy Bowen, were. He didn't know if she was his best friend, or if she was something more. He often called her "My Love," but only because he knew that he loved her... he didn't know if it was romantic love, but he knew there was indeed love. This is explained so that his violent reaction is understood. Cloak went intangible, drifted through his protectors and absorbed three soldiers directly into his cloak as the battle broke out.
"All Hell Broke Loose" didn't begin to describe this situation. As Mayday, Justice, and Luke Cage protected an unconsious Dagger, Cloak was rampaging around, absorbing people into himself and spitting them out in no fit state to fight.
Captain America was fighting hand to hand against Iron Man. Mayday saw he father engaging several targets. She sighed, aimed, and fired. She covered her father's hands in webbing.
She saw three people enlarged, fighting. Dr. Pym was fighting Goliath, and Cassie was fighting three Thunderbolts. A thought struck Mayday. she quickly swung up to Cassie's shoulder. "Go fight Yellowjacket," she shouted to her friend over the din of battle. "Let Me take care of these yokles."
Mayday dropped onto Mach IV's head, driving him into the ground. She put a web over songbird's mouth. and she turned just in time to be caught by a bionic arm from Dr. Octopus. "Crap, crap, crap," she began to utter.
Stature charged over and drover her shoulder into Yellowjacket's gut. "I've got this guy Goliath," She told her teammate.
"Take it easy," he said, going off to help Captain America.
"I have more experience than you Cassie," Hank Pym chided. "Don't make me hurt you."
"Please," Cassie dissmissed as she caught Hank in the gut with a punch, then a kneed to his chin, then a round-house kick across the face. "Hawkeye, Captain America, and Union Jack all gave me fighting lessons. How about you?" she smirked. While Hank had experience in fighting, it was usually strong people smaller than himself. never people of equal size.
"It is almost biblical," Dr. Octopus remarked as he continued swatting at Spider-Girl. "Daughter against father. He fights in this battle, you know."
"Yeah," she remarked as she flipped backwards over two tenticles. "You need a bath, you know."
"As insolent as your father before you," he bellowed at her. he caught her in the gut with one tentacle, but she flipped over the next.
"Spider-Sense and instinct," she muttered to herself, over and over. She was swinging through his tentacles, not getting closer, but not getting hit either. That was when she heard the commotion.
someone was saying "Thor".
"Oh, I'm going to regret going up against Thor," Cassie remarked as she lunged at the god who was supposed to be dead.
"More than you'll know," replied Thor darkly as he raised his hammer and let go a stream of lighting straight through Cassie's gut. at first she was surprised. then she staggered backwards. She was shrinking slowly.
Mayday had watched, and been hit once, but then even Dr. Octopus was staring in disbelief.
the battle seemed to stop as they watched Cassie Lang sway on her feet, then fall to the ground, all the time still shrinking. the first sound, after Thor's blast, was Mayday's voice crying "CASSIE!"
she and the rest of the Young Avengers quickly rushed to their fallen comrade's side. Mayday patted Cassie's shrinking cheek, trying to show that she was there.
"Daddy?" came a sob from Cassie's throat, accompanied by blood. Cassie's eyes became unfocused... and with that last word, Cassie Lang, Stature of the Young Avengers, died.
She was roughly seven feet when she'd stopped shrinking. Mayday hefted her bestfriend's head into her lap. "Cassie!" She continued to cry. he repeated screamings of her friends name seemed to eventually merge into one long wail of pain and sorrow.
Mayday didn't even know how things had turned out. She didn't know that the Invisible Woman had errected a forcefield while Cloak teleported them all away. All but Cassie. Rage had picked her up and pulled her away from her friend, and turned her into Jack's waiting arms. All Mayday could do was cry. Cry, and wail for her lost friend.
A few hours passed, and she had stopped wailing. now it was a silent steady sob. She sat curled on her bunk, her knees clutched tightly to her chest as she sobbed.
"Mayday?" asked a man at the door. It was Steve Rogers. He walked in and put a hand on her back.
"How do you do it?" she asked him suddenly.
"Do what?" he asked gently, rubbing her back as she sniffled her question.
"Live with the fact that... taht you sent your friend to die," Mayday explained. "I told Cassie to fight Yellow Jacket. if she hadn't done that... she woudn't have been the closest one to that... that Thor-thing. She would be alive." she looked up at him. "How do I live with the fact that I killed her?"
Steve held Mayday close to his side as he stroked her brunette hair. He'd never had a daughter, but Mayday thought he would make a natural father. "You tell yourself that it was necessary," he said, though his tone of voice didn't suggest that he expected it to help. "You tell yourself they would have done it anyway. YOu tell yourself that they are in a better place. You tell yourself that... that it was meant to be."
"Does that help you?" She asked.
"No... but it's supposed to," he answered honestly. "I guess the only real reason I can do it and... and still look myself in the mirror in the morning is... well it's that at times like this, when those horrible decisions have to be made, we don't have time to blame ourselves. We don't have time to fall apart, because there are others that need us, that need to see us strong and resiliant. They need us to tell them that that person didn't die in vain, even if that's all we see. They need to believe that there are people made of steel, even if it's just a lot of shiney paint... does that make any sense?"
"Yeah," She said quietly. "I guess it does."
Cry Havoc, and Let Slip the Dogs of War
Mayday was quickly moved in with the rest of Captain America's secret Avengers. She was intimidated at first, but when the Young Avengers and Scott Lang moved in, she felt much more at ease. many nights she could be seen in the room she shared with Cassie Lang talking late into the night. or she was walking through the halls, hand in hand with Jack Power, even though Rage had taken to flirting with her.
One night, just as Mayday, the rest of the Young Avengers, and Scott Lang finished their supper (Scott Lang had taken to being guardian for ALL the minors staying in the Secret Avenger's base), Captain America walked in.
"We're having a meeting son," he said quietly. "Scott we're going to need you."
Scott nodded and stood. the kids began making their way toward their respective quarters.
"Wait," Steve called. "Mayday, we want you sitting in on this one."
all the Young Avenger's paused. none of them had ever been asked to sit in on a planning meeting before. all teenagers, including Rage and the Power brothers, were always sent to their quarters during plannning meetings.
"S-sure," May replied.
Scott cast looks between Steve and Mayday, trying to figure out why his daughter's best friend was coming to a planning meeting.
Steve pointed Scott to a seat near Daredevil, and then guided Mayday to a seat directly to the right of his own.
Mayday could see she wasn't the only one confused by her attendance. Others around the table were shuffeling and whispering about her, while casting quick short looks at her. She'd never felt more nervous. Not even when she'd gone on her date with Jack had she felt this nervous.
"Alright," Captain America began. "this is a general planning meeting, to update us all on where we stand, and how we plan on surviving the duration of Stark's war."
"Why is the kid here?" asked the Falcon
"Yeah," Mayday finally spoke. "Why am I here?"
Steve hung his head. "May... You have something here none of us at this table has... Experience in this situation. Many of us have had to hide our own identies, had to hide from the law... but none of us have ever been hunted on this level. You have."
Mayday covered her mouth in shock. He was refering to the reality she'd traveled here from. She'd lived for over a year with her godfather, Johnny Storm, in a safehouse after her parents were killed. "Oh god," she whispered.
The table was silent. Steve turned to them. "For those of you who didn't catch her televised statement, May was born in an alternate reality where not only did they pass Super-Human Registration, but they eventually outlawed Super-humans. In her reality, Meta-Humans were killed on sight, hunted down, executed... in short, genocide. She out lived many of them because she was able to hide. We will need her experience in that field... May... Mayday, can you help us with that?"
"I-I think so, Captain Rogers," She replied weakly.
He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Good girl," he told her. He turned to the group. "We already have false ID's for most of our members, so they can go in public. We've talked about setting up safehouses througout the city, possibly talking to Dr. Strange about using the Sanctum Sanctorum. Can anyone think of anything else we might be able to do?"
"Um..." Mayday raised her hand timidly.
"May?" Steve asked.
"Well, Captain Rogers, one of the things we did was to set up new names," She squeaked.
"Cap said we're already doing that," Daredevil told her calmly.
"No..." she corrected. "I mean... new codenames," she stressed. "They plan their response to our appearance by who we are. if they don't realize who they're fighting right away, they may fight us wrong. For instance, Uncle Johnny would wear jeans and a leather jacket coated with unstable molecules and go out calling himself "Hell Fighter". People thought he was a Ghostrider knock off and it lead to them trying to cast spells that only work agaisnt someone weilding hellfire."
Steve leaned back as he thought about what the girl had jst said.
"Isn't that a bit superfluous?" chided Nighthawk.
Mayday started fidgeting, but then Luke spoke up. "No, it's smart. think about it. I show up in my street clothes, they know not to waste ammunition on me. But, I show up dressed like... say Josiah X, or even like Bill," he gestured across the table at Goliath. "And it might take them a while to figure out I've got different powers. It would let us get what we want done and then get out of there. Meanwhile they're still trying to figure out what the hell happened and who the hell they were fighting."
"But where are we going to get spare costumes," asked Daredevil.
"Kate," Mayday squeaked. as everyone turned to face her again. she explained, "Kate Bishop... she helped the Young Avengers get new costumes... I bet she could get you guys some spares, especially if she doesn't need them designed from the ground up."
Steve nodded beside her, and Mayday let out a breath of relief. "Okay," Captain America said. "We're doing it. Mayday, you are in charge of assigning everyone a secondary codename and getting them a costume for it. I want in done within a few weeks."
Mayday swelled with pride, then looked around the table. This was going to be a challenge.
"I'm covered already," Daredevil smiled, giving her a thumbs-up.
It was a few days later, Mayday was sitting with Cassie in their room, talking about who could become who.
"Well," Cassie said. "Daddy's doesn't plan on taking part in the fighting, he wants to just hang around the base and keep things running, so Mr. Foster could borrow his Ant-Man gear..."
"that's pretty good," Mayday replied. She was about half-done assigning secondary codenames. Captain America was going to be Hawkeye. "By the way... how would you like a green full body suit and wig?"
"Why?" asked Cassie warily.
"I was thinking of trying to pass you off as a gamma-mutant," Mayday replied, showing a sloppy sketch labled "Stomp".
"Works for me," Cassie replied.
"Good then we have..." Mayday's list of those yet to be assigned was cut short as an alarm went off overhead.
they rushed to the warroom.
"We have a major incursion at Roxxon chemicals," announced Nighthawk. "Kaplan, Johnson, prepare to port us all. This is a rescue operation."
"NO!" shouted Mayday.
"You don't have authority to override me," Nighthawk sneered at her. He wasn't a bad person, but he was sick to death of taking orders from a teenager.
"I mean we sholdn't bring both," she explained. "If it's a trap and they're waiting for us, we're toast. plus, how would those here evacuate in case of a raid."
Nighthawk looked between the two teleporters. He hated the fact that she was right. "Wiccan remains here with Hawkeye, Patriot, Hulkling, and Ant-Man. The rest of us are going."
"I'll need rest," Cloak warned them.
"Spider-Girl, pick out a team to protect him once we're there," Nighthawk snapped.
"Mr. Cage, Dagger, and Justice," she called. They nodded.
with a swirl of darkness they were deposited in the middle of a chemical yard. They looked around, a little chilled by the silence.
Mayday's spider-sense suddenly went off. She webbed three darts meant for Cloak. Cage took two to the chest, and they bounced off harmlessly. Justice errected a TK barrier to stop seven of them. Dagger was hit with four when she used her own body to protect Cloak.
"TANDY!" cried an angry Cloak. Tyrone Johnson had never really sorted out what his feelings for his partner, Tandy Bowen, were. He didn't know if she was his best friend, or if she was something more. He often called her "My Love," but only because he knew that he loved her... he didn't know if it was romantic love, but he knew there was indeed love. This is explained so that his violent reaction is understood. Cloak went intangible, drifted through his protectors and absorbed three soldiers directly into his cloak as the battle broke out.
"All Hell Broke Loose" didn't begin to describe this situation. As Mayday, Justice, and Luke Cage protected an unconsious Dagger, Cloak was rampaging around, absorbing people into himself and spitting them out in no fit state to fight.
Captain America was fighting hand to hand against Iron Man. Mayday saw he father engaging several targets. She sighed, aimed, and fired. She covered her father's hands in webbing.
She saw three people enlarged, fighting. Dr. Pym was fighting Goliath, and Cassie was fighting three Thunderbolts. A thought struck Mayday. she quickly swung up to Cassie's shoulder. "Go fight Yellowjacket," she shouted to her friend over the din of battle. "Let Me take care of these yokles."
Mayday dropped onto Mach IV's head, driving him into the ground. She put a web over songbird's mouth. and she turned just in time to be caught by a bionic arm from Dr. Octopus. "Crap, crap, crap," she began to utter.
Stature charged over and drover her shoulder into Yellowjacket's gut. "I've got this guy Goliath," She told her teammate.
"Take it easy," he said, going off to help Captain America.
"I have more experience than you Cassie," Hank Pym chided. "Don't make me hurt you."
"Please," Cassie dissmissed as she caught Hank in the gut with a punch, then a kneed to his chin, then a round-house kick across the face. "Hawkeye, Captain America, and Union Jack all gave me fighting lessons. How about you?" she smirked. While Hank had experience in fighting, it was usually strong people smaller than himself. never people of equal size.
"It is almost biblical," Dr. Octopus remarked as he continued swatting at Spider-Girl. "Daughter against father. He fights in this battle, you know."
"Yeah," she remarked as she flipped backwards over two tenticles. "You need a bath, you know."
"As insolent as your father before you," he bellowed at her. he caught her in the gut with one tentacle, but she flipped over the next.
"Spider-Sense and instinct," she muttered to herself, over and over. She was swinging through his tentacles, not getting closer, but not getting hit either. That was when she heard the commotion.
someone was saying "Thor".
"Oh, I'm going to regret going up against Thor," Cassie remarked as she lunged at the god who was supposed to be dead.
"More than you'll know," replied Thor darkly as he raised his hammer and let go a stream of lighting straight through Cassie's gut. at first she was surprised. then she staggered backwards. She was shrinking slowly.
Mayday had watched, and been hit once, but then even Dr. Octopus was staring in disbelief.
the battle seemed to stop as they watched Cassie Lang sway on her feet, then fall to the ground, all the time still shrinking. the first sound, after Thor's blast, was Mayday's voice crying "CASSIE!"
she and the rest of the Young Avengers quickly rushed to their fallen comrade's side. Mayday patted Cassie's shrinking cheek, trying to show that she was there.
"Daddy?" came a sob from Cassie's throat, accompanied by blood. Cassie's eyes became unfocused... and with that last word, Cassie Lang, Stature of the Young Avengers, died.
She was roughly seven feet when she'd stopped shrinking. Mayday hefted her bestfriend's head into her lap. "Cassie!" She continued to cry. he repeated screamings of her friends name seemed to eventually merge into one long wail of pain and sorrow.
Mayday didn't even know how things had turned out. She didn't know that the Invisible Woman had errected a forcefield while Cloak teleported them all away. All but Cassie. Rage had picked her up and pulled her away from her friend, and turned her into Jack's waiting arms. All Mayday could do was cry. Cry, and wail for her lost friend.
A few hours passed, and she had stopped wailing. now it was a silent steady sob. She sat curled on her bunk, her knees clutched tightly to her chest as she sobbed.
"Mayday?" asked a man at the door. It was Steve Rogers. He walked in and put a hand on her back.
"How do you do it?" she asked him suddenly.
"Do what?" he asked gently, rubbing her back as she sniffled her question.
"Live with the fact that... taht you sent your friend to die," Mayday explained. "I told Cassie to fight Yellow Jacket. if she hadn't done that... she woudn't have been the closest one to that... that Thor-thing. She would be alive." she looked up at him. "How do I live with the fact that I killed her?"
Steve held Mayday close to his side as he stroked her brunette hair. He'd never had a daughter, but Mayday thought he would make a natural father. "You tell yourself that it was necessary," he said, though his tone of voice didn't suggest that he expected it to help. "You tell yourself they would have done it anyway. YOu tell yourself that they are in a better place. You tell yourself that... that it was meant to be."
"Does that help you?" She asked.
"No... but it's supposed to," he answered honestly. "I guess the only real reason I can do it and... and still look myself in the mirror in the morning is... well it's that at times like this, when those horrible decisions have to be made, we don't have time to blame ourselves. We don't have time to fall apart, because there are others that need us, that need to see us strong and resiliant. They need us to tell them that that person didn't die in vain, even if that's all we see. They need to believe that there are people made of steel, even if it's just a lot of shiney paint... does that make any sense?"
"Yeah," She said quietly. "I guess it does."
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When Spider-Man and MJ were seperated.
If you're remember, in the early 2000's Mary-Jane moved out and to California, leaving Peter and saying that she wasn't sure she could take being married to Spider-Man anymore. Eventually they reconciled. Boring. What I would have done? I would have divorced them, and left MJ out of sight, out of mind for a while. In all of his grief and solitude, to whom would he turn? Felicia Hardy. Finally Spidey would get the chance with the one woman who is truly perfect for him. The woman who really knew Peter and could match him as both Parker and Spidey. Eventually I would have brough MJ back and have her try to rekindle the flames, only to find out that Peter is happy with Felicia. MJ would go back to California, and Pete would propose to Ms. Hardy in some sappy Spidey fashion.
If you're remember, in the early 2000's Mary-Jane moved out and to California, leaving Peter and saying that she wasn't sure she could take being married to Spider-Man anymore. Eventually they reconciled. Boring. What I would have done? I would have divorced them, and left MJ out of sight, out of mind for a while. In all of his grief and solitude, to whom would he turn? Felicia Hardy. Finally Spidey would get the chance with the one woman who is truly perfect for him. The woman who really knew Peter and could match him as both Parker and Spidey. Eventually I would have brough MJ back and have her try to rekindle the flames, only to find out that Peter is happy with Felicia. MJ would go back to California, and Pete would propose to Ms. Hardy in some sappy Spidey fashion.
No idea why I'm doing this one, all I can say is DCAU
"You wanted to see me?" Reed asked Tony. "You know I'm supposed to be on my Honeymoon."
"Yeah, Reed," Tony nodded. "Thanks for coming. Weirdest thing happened; One of the Initiative kids went screwing with one of the excursion gates for the Negative Zone... and it did something weird to it. We're pretty sure it linked with another dimension, but... well we don't exactly know how to re-connect to the randomly accessed dimension."
Reed leaned close into Tony. "Those things aren't supposed to be able to connect to any dimension but..."
"I know," Tony cut him off, throwing around furvative glances. "But these kids... you know what they say about making something foolproof."
"Yeah, so what happened," Reed asked.
"People came through," Tony explained. "Two people, and I have searched for them in our databanks, but I have found no known counterpart on our world. There were a few similarities in some. I mean... Take this one for instance. He actually has seven alleles in common with T'Challa, His right fingers all match Mark Spector's, and the left fingers all match Kyle Richmond... But nothing conclusive on who he is."
"Any meta-human abilities?" Reed asked, studying the picture.
"No, but he scored an 876 on a Richard's Standard," Tony replied.
that snapped Reed's head up. a Reed Richards' Standard Intelligence Test was, in fact, anything but standard. It was used to test super-intelligence. It was called a Richard's intelligence, because Reed Richards himself was the guide, with the scale topping out at 1000. Tony himself only scored an 859, but that was because he lacked knowledge in theoretical physics and dimensional shifting. Pym scored an 804, because he lacked almost all biology training. "That's..."
"I know," Tony nodded. "I only gave him the damn thing because he noticed a flaw in a design I purposely left out. Here's the thing though, He isn't your level in any one field... like Hank and I are both your equal when it comes to Electronics," Reed nodded. "This guy isn't your equal in anyone thing... HOWEVER he's something of a Jack-of-All-Trades. And Hand-to-Hand... forget it. I'd like to see this guy go up against Shang-Chi, or Natasha. He's good."
"What about the other guy?" asked reed flipping to the other photo.
"Same identity problem, we can't match him with anyone we know of... though he does have one finger-print in common with Hyperion... you know, from that other universe. And he has three prints in common with Sentry but... Reed, we can't run DNA on him. We can't find a way to make him bleed."
"Invulnerability issue?" asked Reed.
"Beyond anything I've ever seen," Tony clarified. "Not to mention that his strength is right off the charts. We weight tested him... the guy could probably lift this entire facility."
"My god..." Reed gasped.
"And if only that were it," Tony continued. "He's demonstrated the ability to fire beams of infrared energy from his eyes, the ability to see through solid matter, flight, speed, he can even project hurricane force winds form his mouth... or streams of cold air that we managed to read at... I think it was 100 degrees Kelvin... this guy is just... unstoppable."
"No wonder you called me back," Reed replied, flipping through the folder.
"The base-line won't identify himself," Tony sighed. "At all. The all-powerful one says his name is Kal-El, from the planet Krypton, but that he goes by Super-Man."
"This should be interesting," Reed sighed, closing the folder.
~~~~~~~
"Oh... my head... oh... my stomach," Moaned Wally West
"Wait... his stomache," asked a voice nearby. "I thought you said his only injuries were to his head."
"I did," replied a woman's voice. "And they are his only wounds." the woman's voice now directed itself at Wally. "Where on your stomach does it hurt?" she asked gently.
"No," Wally explained. "I'm hungry."
He sat up in a dark, but extremely clean room. he was out of his costume. he lifted the blanket and looked at the darkhaired woman who was in a sort of Florence-Nightengale-esque costume. "Are you a licenced physician, or am I just getting really friendly with you?"
the man behind her in red and blue snorted a laugh.
"I'm a Doctor," she assured him. "Despite my codename being 'Night Nurse'," She added.
"I knew you would be hungry when you awoke," Came Diana's voice from the door. "I their friend take me to retrieve food. They weren't happy with the price."
"I'm sorry," replied a regal voice that walked in behind Diana, "But he's about to consume more than Myself and Wong do in a week." The man behind her was in a green cardigan sweater, almost like what Mr. Rogers used to wear. he had red gloves, and a Vincent-Price-esque face, including mustache. The mustached one surveyed Flash for himself. "Yes, if he's speaking coherantly, he will be just fine. we'll let him eat and then see if his story matches up with the one Ms. Prince has been telling me."
Wally Sped through the burgers learning the names of those in the room with him. Linda "Night Nurse" Castillo had been the one watching over him. She was apparently a doctor with a specialty in Meta-human treatment. the guy in blue and red with a sense of humor was Peter "Spider-Man" Parker, and okay guy from what he could tell. and "Vincent" was actually Dr. Stephan Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, which sounded a lot like Dr. Fate's job, but Flash wasn't about to bring that up.
Wally was given a few minutes to get dressed in his costume, which was delivered freshly laundered by Strange's butler, Wong. When everyone came in he was filled in that they had spontaneously appeared when Dr. Strange's spell to locate Asguard (apparently they worked with a Norse God here) went awry.
"So let me get this straight," Peter clarified. "You can run up to... and INCLUDING the speed of light?"
"Not including," Wally corrected. "If I go at the speed of light I become energy... Which I really would rather not do."
"That's fast," Jessica Jones commented as she leaned against a table. She turned the scantly clad one. "And you're from an island of immortal women blessed by the gods?"
"Yes," Diana confirmed.
"And you dress like a Las Vegas show girl?" Jessica asked.
"What is wrong with the way I dress?" Diana asked, blushingly.
"It is rather bold, my dear," Dr. strange answered.
"Shhh, don't tell her that," Wally joked. "She might wear more!"
She gave Wally a roll of the eyes. "I'm not used to wearing the confining and... puritanical clothing you are. My sisters and I, on hot days, would go without our togas."
"God I wish I were raised there," Peter commented from on the back of the chair beside Wally.
"Same here," Wally commented.
"I heard that," Luke agreed. Without looking at each other, they exchanged high-fives and fist-taps.
"Pigs," Jessica Drew accused jokingly.
"I'm just saying," Diana explained. "THIS is quiet modest for us. If we wished to attract one another," Diana turned to Jessica Jones, as if demonstrating. "We would walk up to each other with our chests exposed, and grope."
Jessica, blushing, replied. "Here, that's called sexual harrassment."
"But wouldn't it be nice," Wally smiled. He zipped over beside Diana, throwing his arm across her shoulder platonically.
"Seriously, don't try and persuade her," he sighed. "The last time we got her to wear more than this was a funeral and when we were all on the run."
"In any case," Stephen commented, trying to finally get them all back on topic. "We need to figure out how to return them home... or rather, IF we can return them home. I'm sorry, but magic is not a Dues Ex Machina. there are limits and rules."
"We can chill here for a while," Flash commented. "Kick up our heels, relax, take in a flick, save a few people, no problems."
"Some big problems with that actually," Luke cage replied.
"You wanted to see me?" Reed asked Tony. "You know I'm supposed to be on my Honeymoon."
"Yeah, Reed," Tony nodded. "Thanks for coming. Weirdest thing happened; One of the Initiative kids went screwing with one of the excursion gates for the Negative Zone... and it did something weird to it. We're pretty sure it linked with another dimension, but... well we don't exactly know how to re-connect to the randomly accessed dimension."
Reed leaned close into Tony. "Those things aren't supposed to be able to connect to any dimension but..."
"I know," Tony cut him off, throwing around furvative glances. "But these kids... you know what they say about making something foolproof."
"Yeah, so what happened," Reed asked.
"People came through," Tony explained. "Two people, and I have searched for them in our databanks, but I have found no known counterpart on our world. There were a few similarities in some. I mean... Take this one for instance. He actually has seven alleles in common with T'Challa, His right fingers all match Mark Spector's, and the left fingers all match Kyle Richmond... But nothing conclusive on who he is."
"Any meta-human abilities?" Reed asked, studying the picture.
"No, but he scored an 876 on a Richard's Standard," Tony replied.
that snapped Reed's head up. a Reed Richards' Standard Intelligence Test was, in fact, anything but standard. It was used to test super-intelligence. It was called a Richard's intelligence, because Reed Richards himself was the guide, with the scale topping out at 1000. Tony himself only scored an 859, but that was because he lacked knowledge in theoretical physics and dimensional shifting. Pym scored an 804, because he lacked almost all biology training. "That's..."
"I know," Tony nodded. "I only gave him the damn thing because he noticed a flaw in a design I purposely left out. Here's the thing though, He isn't your level in any one field... like Hank and I are both your equal when it comes to Electronics," Reed nodded. "This guy isn't your equal in anyone thing... HOWEVER he's something of a Jack-of-All-Trades. And Hand-to-Hand... forget it. I'd like to see this guy go up against Shang-Chi, or Natasha. He's good."
"What about the other guy?" asked reed flipping to the other photo.
"Same identity problem, we can't match him with anyone we know of... though he does have one finger-print in common with Hyperion... you know, from that other universe. And he has three prints in common with Sentry but... Reed, we can't run DNA on him. We can't find a way to make him bleed."
"Invulnerability issue?" asked Reed.
"Beyond anything I've ever seen," Tony clarified. "Not to mention that his strength is right off the charts. We weight tested him... the guy could probably lift this entire facility."
"My god..." Reed gasped.
"And if only that were it," Tony continued. "He's demonstrated the ability to fire beams of infrared energy from his eyes, the ability to see through solid matter, flight, speed, he can even project hurricane force winds form his mouth... or streams of cold air that we managed to read at... I think it was 100 degrees Kelvin... this guy is just... unstoppable."
"No wonder you called me back," Reed replied, flipping through the folder.
"The base-line won't identify himself," Tony sighed. "At all. The all-powerful one says his name is Kal-El, from the planet Krypton, but that he goes by Super-Man."
"This should be interesting," Reed sighed, closing the folder.
~~~~~~~
"Oh... my head... oh... my stomach," Moaned Wally West
"Wait... his stomache," asked a voice nearby. "I thought you said his only injuries were to his head."
"I did," replied a woman's voice. "And they are his only wounds." the woman's voice now directed itself at Wally. "Where on your stomach does it hurt?" she asked gently.
"No," Wally explained. "I'm hungry."
He sat up in a dark, but extremely clean room. he was out of his costume. he lifted the blanket and looked at the darkhaired woman who was in a sort of Florence-Nightengale-esque costume. "Are you a licenced physician, or am I just getting really friendly with you?"
the man behind her in red and blue snorted a laugh.
"I'm a Doctor," she assured him. "Despite my codename being 'Night Nurse'," She added.
"I knew you would be hungry when you awoke," Came Diana's voice from the door. "I their friend take me to retrieve food. They weren't happy with the price."
"I'm sorry," replied a regal voice that walked in behind Diana, "But he's about to consume more than Myself and Wong do in a week." The man behind her was in a green cardigan sweater, almost like what Mr. Rogers used to wear. he had red gloves, and a Vincent-Price-esque face, including mustache. The mustached one surveyed Flash for himself. "Yes, if he's speaking coherantly, he will be just fine. we'll let him eat and then see if his story matches up with the one Ms. Prince has been telling me."
Wally Sped through the burgers learning the names of those in the room with him. Linda "Night Nurse" Castillo had been the one watching over him. She was apparently a doctor with a specialty in Meta-human treatment. the guy in blue and red with a sense of humor was Peter "Spider-Man" Parker, and okay guy from what he could tell. and "Vincent" was actually Dr. Stephan Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth, which sounded a lot like Dr. Fate's job, but Flash wasn't about to bring that up.
Wally was given a few minutes to get dressed in his costume, which was delivered freshly laundered by Strange's butler, Wong. When everyone came in he was filled in that they had spontaneously appeared when Dr. Strange's spell to locate Asguard (apparently they worked with a Norse God here) went awry.
"So let me get this straight," Peter clarified. "You can run up to... and INCLUDING the speed of light?"
"Not including," Wally corrected. "If I go at the speed of light I become energy... Which I really would rather not do."
"That's fast," Jessica Jones commented as she leaned against a table. She turned the scantly clad one. "And you're from an island of immortal women blessed by the gods?"
"Yes," Diana confirmed.
"And you dress like a Las Vegas show girl?" Jessica asked.
"What is wrong with the way I dress?" Diana asked, blushingly.
"It is rather bold, my dear," Dr. strange answered.
"Shhh, don't tell her that," Wally joked. "She might wear more!"
She gave Wally a roll of the eyes. "I'm not used to wearing the confining and... puritanical clothing you are. My sisters and I, on hot days, would go without our togas."
"God I wish I were raised there," Peter commented from on the back of the chair beside Wally.
"Same here," Wally commented.
"I heard that," Luke agreed. Without looking at each other, they exchanged high-fives and fist-taps.
"Pigs," Jessica Drew accused jokingly.
"I'm just saying," Diana explained. "THIS is quiet modest for us. If we wished to attract one another," Diana turned to Jessica Jones, as if demonstrating. "We would walk up to each other with our chests exposed, and grope."
Jessica, blushing, replied. "Here, that's called sexual harrassment."
"But wouldn't it be nice," Wally smiled. He zipped over beside Diana, throwing his arm across her shoulder platonically.
"Seriously, don't try and persuade her," he sighed. "The last time we got her to wear more than this was a funeral and when we were all on the run."
"In any case," Stephen commented, trying to finally get them all back on topic. "We need to figure out how to return them home... or rather, IF we can return them home. I'm sorry, but magic is not a Dues Ex Machina. there are limits and rules."
"We can chill here for a while," Flash commented. "Kick up our heels, relax, take in a flick, save a few people, no problems."
"Some big problems with that actually," Luke cage replied.
John T. Smith was supposed to just fade away, become lost in the crowd. Those who wanted him to do this knew that there was no better place to lose an individual than Japan. John T. Smith was sent to live an ordinary urban life in Tokyo Japan doing graphic design for an advertisment firm. However John T. Smith had a secret.
It was the kind of secret that beat at his chest, begging to be let free. It was the kind of secret that was hard to keep because of his very nature. Which is why a little of that secret escaped one day when he saw a mugging. without hesitating he rushed in, disarmed the gunman, and bound him with some cable that was lying near by. the tourists who had seen him do it, hadn't gotten a good look at him because of his speed. all they knew was a handsome white guy with brown hair.
John fled, but the rumors grew. In Tokyo, there is a propensity for idolizing. And so, when John couldn't control his need to help people, he would wear a mask. The fact that they knew he was American from his accent, lead the newspapers to give John his name. He was known as "The Cowboy". Seeing no reason to try and play this down, John, instead, decided to play into it. He created a costume, which included a long white trench coat and stetson. blue shirt, red neckcheif and mask, jeans and boots. He carried a lasso, whip, and six-shooters. he would show up suddenly, leave faster, and never use his guns on the badguys. He was "The Cowboy".
John T. Smith lived in fear that someone would realize who he was. that someone would connect the dots. His powers, his voice, his spirit. John had sworn that he would never again be known as he once was, that from the day he set foot in Japan, he would forever be John T. Smith... but would someone know? could someone guess that an Iconic hero the world was currently grieving for was in fact alive and fighting crime in Tokyo, Japan?
It was the kind of secret that beat at his chest, begging to be let free. It was the kind of secret that was hard to keep because of his very nature. Which is why a little of that secret escaped one day when he saw a mugging. without hesitating he rushed in, disarmed the gunman, and bound him with some cable that was lying near by. the tourists who had seen him do it, hadn't gotten a good look at him because of his speed. all they knew was a handsome white guy with brown hair.
John fled, but the rumors grew. In Tokyo, there is a propensity for idolizing. And so, when John couldn't control his need to help people, he would wear a mask. The fact that they knew he was American from his accent, lead the newspapers to give John his name. He was known as "The Cowboy". Seeing no reason to try and play this down, John, instead, decided to play into it. He created a costume, which included a long white trench coat and stetson. blue shirt, red neckcheif and mask, jeans and boots. He carried a lasso, whip, and six-shooters. he would show up suddenly, leave faster, and never use his guns on the badguys. He was "The Cowboy".
John T. Smith lived in fear that someone would realize who he was. that someone would connect the dots. His powers, his voice, his spirit. John had sworn that he would never again be known as he once was, that from the day he set foot in Japan, he would forever be John T. Smith... but would someone know? could someone guess that an Iconic hero the world was currently grieving for was in fact alive and fighting crime in Tokyo, Japan?
I don't know why this came to me.
She walked into the office, which was buried deep in the heart of Camp Hammond. He was asleep at his desk. She almost laughed. She could remember when he was always like this. She looked at the papers on his desk, all about different recruits and their powers. There was one on top that had two red words written across it; "WHY? MAGIC?" She looked at the top. It was labeled "Trama"
She tapped him on the back of the neck, giving him only the lightest of "stings"
He sat bolt up right, looking around. When he spotted her, he relaxed, giving her an exaspirated grin.
"Hey," she greeted him softly.
"Hey you," he returned.
She gave him a warm smile. He still felt so damn guilty. It had been years, almost a decade, but he still hadn't forgiven himself. "Working hard?" she asked.
"yeah," he yawned. when he finally closed his mouth he looked at her with a cocked head. "Why are you here?" he asked curiously. She was extremely busy these days. She had a team to lead, a label to run, and a show to host.
"I gotta check on you from time to time," she replied softly. She ran her hands through his hair playfully. She looked at the floor. "So, how's things with Tigra," she asked mockingly.
he chuckled, covering his face with his palm. "I can't believe they ran that story."
"I know," she agreed smiling broadly. "Like you and she..." she started, but giggled too much to finish.
"I hear she's more into Ares anyway," He replied as he stood and stretched.
"Good luck with that," she chuckled. "Is there anyone?" she asked seriously.
"Bonita, but it's tough with her living out in Texas. I visit from time to time but..." he trailed off.
"Work at it," she encouraged. "Don't let distance be your excuse."
"I-I-"
"You're afraid," She replied sternly. "You've been afraid for so long. You haven't made a real effort on a relationship since..." she trailed off.
"It's not like it's unreasonable," he responded sadly. "Studies show that..."
"It wasn't you," she pleaded. "Your head was being messed with. Haven't you been in the desert long enough?" she asked him. "And besides, at least Bonita knows all of this. She understands where you're coming from. I think the fact that she is making an effort, knowing all of this, is a good sign."
"I just... I won't be that again. I won't hurt people like that again," he swore, like he did every day.
"that's why you're working here," She surmised, finally knowing the answer to a question that had been plaguing her.
he nodded silently. he picked up the profile marked "Trauma". "This kid... I don't know if he's the next Vision... or Ultron. I have to make sure."
Jan nodded. she sat on his desk as he fell back into his chair. "Speaking of your 'Kids,'" she said. "Have you gone to L.A. like you promised?"
Hank continued his silence.
"He'd probably like to meet you," she said. "They say his name is Victor... you always did like that name."
He was silent for a few moments longer. she opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "You're busy," he said quietly. "You should probably go."
"You can always talk to me, you know," she said quietly.
"I know," he said, looking her in the eyes for the first time since she woke him. "I thank god for that."
She brushed his cheek. "I may never be in love with you again, but I will always love you."
"I guess there's no getting rid of you," he smiled as he walked her to the door.
"Nope, you're stuck with me," she replied with a smirk.
they exchanged kisses on the cheek as they parted.
He returned to his desk and looked at the document on top. He made several decisions. First, he would fax the profile to Crimson, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sorcerer, then he would put in for time off, then he would catch the first plane for Houston.
She walked into the office, which was buried deep in the heart of Camp Hammond. He was asleep at his desk. She almost laughed. She could remember when he was always like this. She looked at the papers on his desk, all about different recruits and their powers. There was one on top that had two red words written across it; "WHY? MAGIC?" She looked at the top. It was labeled "Trama"
She tapped him on the back of the neck, giving him only the lightest of "stings"
He sat bolt up right, looking around. When he spotted her, he relaxed, giving her an exaspirated grin.
"Hey," she greeted him softly.
"Hey you," he returned.
She gave him a warm smile. He still felt so damn guilty. It had been years, almost a decade, but he still hadn't forgiven himself. "Working hard?" she asked.
"yeah," he yawned. when he finally closed his mouth he looked at her with a cocked head. "Why are you here?" he asked curiously. She was extremely busy these days. She had a team to lead, a label to run, and a show to host.
"I gotta check on you from time to time," she replied softly. She ran her hands through his hair playfully. She looked at the floor. "So, how's things with Tigra," she asked mockingly.
he chuckled, covering his face with his palm. "I can't believe they ran that story."
"I know," she agreed smiling broadly. "Like you and she..." she started, but giggled too much to finish.
"I hear she's more into Ares anyway," He replied as he stood and stretched.
"Good luck with that," she chuckled. "Is there anyone?" she asked seriously.
"Bonita, but it's tough with her living out in Texas. I visit from time to time but..." he trailed off.
"Work at it," she encouraged. "Don't let distance be your excuse."
"I-I-"
"You're afraid," She replied sternly. "You've been afraid for so long. You haven't made a real effort on a relationship since..." she trailed off.
"It's not like it's unreasonable," he responded sadly. "Studies show that..."
"It wasn't you," she pleaded. "Your head was being messed with. Haven't you been in the desert long enough?" she asked him. "And besides, at least Bonita knows all of this. She understands where you're coming from. I think the fact that she is making an effort, knowing all of this, is a good sign."
"I just... I won't be that again. I won't hurt people like that again," he swore, like he did every day.
"that's why you're working here," She surmised, finally knowing the answer to a question that had been plaguing her.
he nodded silently. he picked up the profile marked "Trauma". "This kid... I don't know if he's the next Vision... or Ultron. I have to make sure."
Jan nodded. she sat on his desk as he fell back into his chair. "Speaking of your 'Kids,'" she said. "Have you gone to L.A. like you promised?"
Hank continued his silence.
"He'd probably like to meet you," she said. "They say his name is Victor... you always did like that name."
He was silent for a few moments longer. she opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "You're busy," he said quietly. "You should probably go."
"You can always talk to me, you know," she said quietly.
"I know," he said, looking her in the eyes for the first time since she woke him. "I thank god for that."
She brushed his cheek. "I may never be in love with you again, but I will always love you."
"I guess there's no getting rid of you," he smiled as he walked her to the door.
"Nope, you're stuck with me," she replied with a smirk.
they exchanged kisses on the cheek as they parted.
He returned to his desk and looked at the document on top. He made several decisions. First, he would fax the profile to Crimson, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sorcerer, then he would put in for time off, then he would catch the first plane for Houston.
The villiage cowered before the large men with guns. The ones with guns called themselves "Revolutionaries". The government called them terrorists. The weapons were trained on the villaigers because diamonds had been found in the nearby mines, and there were medical supplies and food packages sent by several groups.
The one in the lead prepared to give the order to execute the seven men who had refused to let the "Revolutionaries" confiscate the diamonds, food, and medical supplies. However, before he could utter the words "fire" his head was taken clean off his shoulders by a large broad sword. The "Revolutionaries" turned to see a small group assembled behind them.
The one who had killed their leader had grey skin with blue hair and lips and vivid red eyes. He wore midevil style armour, but was without a helmut.
There was a woman, late twenties early thirties, with black hair and searing green eyes. she had caucasian skin, and wore gypsy clothes. her hands were raised, upon them and her wrists a number of rings, bracelets, charms, and talismans dangled.
There was a tall man with brown hair down to his waist. He was wrapped in rags from his head to his feet. all that shown out were his brown eyes. he was crowched between the woman and a man on his left.
The last member of the group was a man in gold, with silver bracers on his wrists, ankles, and face. he wore a large red cape on his back.
"Surrender to the Templar's of Doom, or be destroyed," growled the armored one.
"Kill the interlopers," One of them finally managed to say.
The battle was swift and incredibly one sided. the armoured one didn't even flinch at the bullets as he swung his sword like it weighed no more than a stick. The gypsie-woman errected a sort of mystical sheild and cast incinerating spells through it. The man in rags was not hit because he was too quick. leaping from "revolutionary" to "revolutionary" beating them into submission or death. the man in gold was a mixture of the armored and the ragged. He didn't avoid bullets as they glanced off his body, but he also preferred to use his fists rather than a weapon.
Whe the men who had come with guns lay on the ground, the blood soaking into the parched earth, the armoured one looked at the frightened villiagers. he gave them a flat look. "You needn't fear. The transition will be swift, peaceful, and to your benifit."
With that a great flash opened a hole in the air behind them. over two hundred androids, all shaped like the world's most infamous dictator, flew through the portal. most of them carrying equipment. One Doom-Bot walked through the portal, rather than flying like the rest. he began to snap out orders. "87 through 127, you set up the medical center, the personel will be here in an hour and the facility had best be ready for them. 128 through 170, set up the food distribution shed. You are to begin passing out foodstuffs in in two hours."
The Doombot turned to the others. "Templars of Doom, Prepare the way for Lord Doom!"
The fighters seemed to relax somewhat as they went about setting up a small platform near the Portal. papers were placed on the shelf as well as a few small computers.
the frightened villiagers were not sure if they had been saved or, if they were under new attack. One of the villiagers however, found his voice. he called at the Templars, who were working with the order giving Doombot. "The Diamonds are ours! They are on our land! We will not give them away!"
The Templars spared him only a momentary glance, before going back to their work. However the doombot stepped away from his work. "Lord Doom has no interest in your diamonds. They will be yours to sell according to international and Latverian law. You would do well to begin queueing your people up for either the infirmary or food stuff distribution lines. There will be enough to go around, however it will go quicker if you are prepared."
Bewildered the villiagers did the only thing they could think of; they began to line up for food and medical treatment. after an hour had passed a figure stepped through the portal. he was tall, regal, and imposing. he stepped to the platform prepared by his templars. he began reading the papers that had been handed to him as a large surge of people came in behind him. half went straight to the make-shift hospital and began seeing people. The others set up surveying equipment and began taking measurements.
That is when trouble showed up. Like it always did for Doom, it showed up in a Fantasti-Car. Doom growled in the back of his throat, but made no other outward sign of displeasure. the Templars moved, but he called "Templars, hold."
The Fantastic Four approached with T'Challa in the lead. "What are you doing in Africa Doom?" T'Challa growled into the metal visage of Doom.
"That is little to none of your buisness T'Challa," Doom responded. "From what I hear you care little for the buisness of ANY African nation these days," Doom said callously.
"This is my world, Doom," T'Challa Challenged, as the rest of the Four sized up the meta-humans who happened to be standing guard.
"Is that why you have spent almost zero time since your political marriage actually attending to affairs of the state?" Doom asked lazily as he surveyed the steady movement of villiagers through the food line.
"You dare..." T'Challa menaced darkly. "You who have commented on my heritage in such a way... YOU dare act as if you care more for this world than I?"
"T'Challa, I wanted to get rid of you," Doom explained, in a pained voice as if he were explaining 'one plus one'. "So I reprogrammed a Doombot with a more... colorful personality so that not only did I not have to deal with you, but you would be gone that much quicker. It was nice to know the Pheremone Synthisizer worked. You truly thought Doom cared about your genetic stock? Please, all peoples are equally inferior before Doom."
"You still have yet to explain what you are doing here," Ororo Munroe replied, letting thunder roll over head.
Doom snapped his fingers, and the armored fighter stepped up immediately. "Doom-Knight, give them a copy of the press release," Doom ordered lazily.
the gray skinned knight pulled a sheet from within his armor, handing it to Storm.
"I, Dr. Victor Von Doom soverign ruler of Latveria, have taken control of Buranda away from it's corrupt and useless bueracrats, and terrorist rebels. It shall, from this day forward, be considered a territory of Latveria. Citizens of Buranda will, from this day forth, be both subject to and protected by any and all Latverian laws. This is only the first step in a large scale effort to take control of under-developed nations away from violent extremists, and stabilize them so that they may live in the same peace that Latveria enjoys under the rule of Doom."
The one in the lead prepared to give the order to execute the seven men who had refused to let the "Revolutionaries" confiscate the diamonds, food, and medical supplies. However, before he could utter the words "fire" his head was taken clean off his shoulders by a large broad sword. The "Revolutionaries" turned to see a small group assembled behind them.
The one who had killed their leader had grey skin with blue hair and lips and vivid red eyes. He wore midevil style armour, but was without a helmut.
There was a woman, late twenties early thirties, with black hair and searing green eyes. she had caucasian skin, and wore gypsy clothes. her hands were raised, upon them and her wrists a number of rings, bracelets, charms, and talismans dangled.
There was a tall man with brown hair down to his waist. He was wrapped in rags from his head to his feet. all that shown out were his brown eyes. he was crowched between the woman and a man on his left.
The last member of the group was a man in gold, with silver bracers on his wrists, ankles, and face. he wore a large red cape on his back.
"Surrender to the Templar's of Doom, or be destroyed," growled the armored one.
"Kill the interlopers," One of them finally managed to say.
The battle was swift and incredibly one sided. the armoured one didn't even flinch at the bullets as he swung his sword like it weighed no more than a stick. The gypsie-woman errected a sort of mystical sheild and cast incinerating spells through it. The man in rags was not hit because he was too quick. leaping from "revolutionary" to "revolutionary" beating them into submission or death. the man in gold was a mixture of the armored and the ragged. He didn't avoid bullets as they glanced off his body, but he also preferred to use his fists rather than a weapon.
Whe the men who had come with guns lay on the ground, the blood soaking into the parched earth, the armoured one looked at the frightened villiagers. he gave them a flat look. "You needn't fear. The transition will be swift, peaceful, and to your benifit."
With that a great flash opened a hole in the air behind them. over two hundred androids, all shaped like the world's most infamous dictator, flew through the portal. most of them carrying equipment. One Doom-Bot walked through the portal, rather than flying like the rest. he began to snap out orders. "87 through 127, you set up the medical center, the personel will be here in an hour and the facility had best be ready for them. 128 through 170, set up the food distribution shed. You are to begin passing out foodstuffs in in two hours."
The Doombot turned to the others. "Templars of Doom, Prepare the way for Lord Doom!"
The fighters seemed to relax somewhat as they went about setting up a small platform near the Portal. papers were placed on the shelf as well as a few small computers.
the frightened villiagers were not sure if they had been saved or, if they were under new attack. One of the villiagers however, found his voice. he called at the Templars, who were working with the order giving Doombot. "The Diamonds are ours! They are on our land! We will not give them away!"
The Templars spared him only a momentary glance, before going back to their work. However the doombot stepped away from his work. "Lord Doom has no interest in your diamonds. They will be yours to sell according to international and Latverian law. You would do well to begin queueing your people up for either the infirmary or food stuff distribution lines. There will be enough to go around, however it will go quicker if you are prepared."
Bewildered the villiagers did the only thing they could think of; they began to line up for food and medical treatment. after an hour had passed a figure stepped through the portal. he was tall, regal, and imposing. he stepped to the platform prepared by his templars. he began reading the papers that had been handed to him as a large surge of people came in behind him. half went straight to the make-shift hospital and began seeing people. The others set up surveying equipment and began taking measurements.
That is when trouble showed up. Like it always did for Doom, it showed up in a Fantasti-Car. Doom growled in the back of his throat, but made no other outward sign of displeasure. the Templars moved, but he called "Templars, hold."
The Fantastic Four approached with T'Challa in the lead. "What are you doing in Africa Doom?" T'Challa growled into the metal visage of Doom.
"That is little to none of your buisness T'Challa," Doom responded. "From what I hear you care little for the buisness of ANY African nation these days," Doom said callously.
"This is my world, Doom," T'Challa Challenged, as the rest of the Four sized up the meta-humans who happened to be standing guard.
"Is that why you have spent almost zero time since your political marriage actually attending to affairs of the state?" Doom asked lazily as he surveyed the steady movement of villiagers through the food line.
"You dare..." T'Challa menaced darkly. "You who have commented on my heritage in such a way... YOU dare act as if you care more for this world than I?"
"T'Challa, I wanted to get rid of you," Doom explained, in a pained voice as if he were explaining 'one plus one'. "So I reprogrammed a Doombot with a more... colorful personality so that not only did I not have to deal with you, but you would be gone that much quicker. It was nice to know the Pheremone Synthisizer worked. You truly thought Doom cared about your genetic stock? Please, all peoples are equally inferior before Doom."
"You still have yet to explain what you are doing here," Ororo Munroe replied, letting thunder roll over head.
Doom snapped his fingers, and the armored fighter stepped up immediately. "Doom-Knight, give them a copy of the press release," Doom ordered lazily.
the gray skinned knight pulled a sheet from within his armor, handing it to Storm.
"I, Dr. Victor Von Doom soverign ruler of Latveria, have taken control of Buranda away from it's corrupt and useless bueracrats, and terrorist rebels. It shall, from this day forward, be considered a territory of Latveria. Citizens of Buranda will, from this day forth, be both subject to and protected by any and all Latverian laws. This is only the first step in a large scale effort to take control of under-developed nations away from violent extremists, and stabilize them so that they may live in the same peace that Latveria enjoys under the rule of Doom."
The Question
Objectivism doesn't work.
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How I would have handled The Initiative:
Of course, I could go on and on about how I would have handled Civil War (which I might later), but I'll stick with the Initiative for now. While the Initiative, overall, isn't a bad idea, I would have done it much differently. Instead of having one team of superhumans protecting an entire state from superhuman/paranormal threats, I would have made it that, starting with the NYPD, every major city's police department has a special unit, who's charged with the task of fighting and preventing superhuman crime. Each unit would have such functions as investigating crimes, responding to reports of superhuman crimes or seemingly dangerous paranormal happenings, and, for the sake of overall city moral, keeping as many reports of superhuman goings on out of the news as possible (that was the government's idea). Most higher powered members would have tactical duty, which would require them to respond to massive threats, such as the Juggernaut coming to town, for example.
While I obviously won't go into the details of every single unit in every single police department in the country, I will for the NYPD unit, nicknamed "The X-Files." The members would be:
Luke Cage
Peter Parker
Daniel Rand
Jessica Jones
Danielle Moonstar
Felicia Harty
Hannibal King
Of course, I could go on and on about how I would have handled Civil War (which I might later), but I'll stick with the Initiative for now. While the Initiative, overall, isn't a bad idea, I would have done it much differently. Instead of having one team of superhumans protecting an entire state from superhuman/paranormal threats, I would have made it that, starting with the NYPD, every major city's police department has a special unit, who's charged with the task of fighting and preventing superhuman crime. Each unit would have such functions as investigating crimes, responding to reports of superhuman crimes or seemingly dangerous paranormal happenings, and, for the sake of overall city moral, keeping as many reports of superhuman goings on out of the news as possible (that was the government's idea). Most higher powered members would have tactical duty, which would require them to respond to massive threats, such as the Juggernaut coming to town, for example.
While I obviously won't go into the details of every single unit in every single police department in the country, I will for the NYPD unit, nicknamed "The X-Files." The members would be:
Luke Cage
Peter Parker
Daniel Rand
Jessica Jones
Danielle Moonstar
Felicia Harty
Hannibal King
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'I must be going soft, Bruce thought to himself. He knew that a few years ago he would never have agreed to this. Helping the government of a foreign universe track someone down. However he had seen the rap-sheet. He knew what this man was capable of. What was more the damn kryptonian had to open his big mouth.
~*Flashback*~
"Are you kidding?" Superman had scoffed. "Batman can tackle pretty much anything. I mean, He's taken down some of the most brilliant, sadistic, and powerful villains in our world, and he doesn't have a power to his name."
~*end Flashback*~
'What a dumbass,' Batman thought. he froze. There he was. SHIELD had told him that this guy would be trying to make contact with the Canadian Cell of their network. He had to strike before connections could be made.
Batman saw his nostril flare. He'd been detected. luckily he'd had time to prepare. he leapt at the man in the grass below the tree.
"Gotchya!" Logan roared, bringing his claws about.
Batman threw a small smokebomb right in Wolverine's face. he wouldn't do that with just anyone, but this guy was supposed to have a healing ability and great senses. Batman landed a few feet from Wolverine, crouched low, and attacked at the man's midsection with a charge. Wolverine was caught off guard as his eyes and nose were still realing from the smoke bomb and his face was still healing.
Logan instantly recognized that this guy was good, and professional. he'd managed to catch Wolverine off guard. He'd managed to sneak up on him... for the most part. they rolled out of the cloud of smoke and Logan kicked the man off of him. "Who the Hell 're you?!" he barked at the man in black. his eyes were focusing, but his sense of smell was screwed for at least another two hours.
"Me?" the figured asked in a low, almost sinister voice. "I am vengence. I am the night. I am the best there is at I do."
"Well, y' ain't gonna be doin' it much longer, bub!" Logan roared as he leapt at Batman again, claws thirsty.
Batman dodged, pulled something from his belt and as Wolverine got up, he saw the Batman holding something that looked like a gun.
"Bullets ain't too effective against me bub," Wolverine growled.
"Guns aren't my style," the Batman responded. "Who are you anyway? They gave me some old codename and that was it. 'Weapon X' or something."
"Who am I?" Wolverine growled, becoming more and more annoyed with this man. "Who am I?" He charged again, roaring, "I'm the Goddamn Wolverine!"
Batman leapt over Wolverine, but managed to dig the hypoinjecter into the base of his neck.
Logan turned around and landed a punch hard in Batman's stomach, having just barely retracted the claws in time. "Tranq's don't do much on me, bub. My healing factor wipes 'em out fast."
"It wasn't a tranq," Batman smiled. "Look a your hand Weapon X,"
Wolverine growled, but did so... his knuckles were still bleeding from where he drew his claws in.
"Don't worry, the cure isn't permanent until you've taken seven proper doses," Batman smiled as he started wailing on a shocked Wolverine's midsection.
Logan, for his part, found he could barely move. the adamantium! he collapsed to the ground.
"huh," Batman thought. "They made it seem like that would be hard."
~*~
Green Lantern opened one eye, then the other. In a heartbeat, he knew something was wrong. His ring wasn't on his finger. there was a woman near by. Black, white hair, blue eyes, must be a meta-human. he didn't move, and sealed his eyes shut tightly, listening. she was doing something with water. she moved near him.
John Stewart moved fast, grabbing the woman around the head. However she surprised him by throwing him. She was an excellent hand to hand fighter. John landed on his feet and sprung back at her. he was in close. he moved around behind her again and wrapped his arms around hers to put her in a full nelson. "Tell me where I am, what you did with my ring, and who you are, or so help me I'll snap your arms off."
"Relax Mr. Stewart," she said in a calm soothing voice. "I mean you no harm. Your ring is being examined by my husband, T'Challa, in his laboratory. he was facinated by it. My name is Ororor Munroe, but I'm also called storm. You are in the Baxter Building, in New York City, New York. I would think you'd want to know how your young friend is."
"How did you know my name?" he demanded. "And who else are you holding here?"
Ororo rolled her eyes, but had patience. "Your name was on your dogtags. you are U.S. Marine corp?"
"Former," he answered, feeling rather stupid. in all these years he hadn't stopped wearing the old tags.
"And the other is a young blonde woman, although she was wearing an auburn wig when we showed up... please release me," Storm was getting fed up. "I could have over come you at any time, but have willingly answered your questions. You are not being held here against your will." to accent her point of being able to escape, Storm made a bolt of lightening strike a chair in the corner.
John backed away, sitting on the bed, he was still dizzy. "Sorry," he apologized. "I don't really like hospitals."
"Technically you aren't in one," Storm offered sympathetically. she rolled her shoulders. "The Baxter Building just has a... rough lifestyle." She gave him a smile. "If you're ready?" she asked.
John finally took stock of himself. he was in a hospital gown. he did up the back and nodded. Storm took him into the room containing the woman. "Supergirl," John said with a sigh.
"You do know her then," Storm said. "We were fairly certain you had been traveling together when your interdimensional transport was knocked off path by ours."
"Hey O'," called a voice from the door. "Is the hottie... oh."
John Stewart looked to the door to see a young man in a black and white jumpsuit. "John Stewart," John introduced himself. "Green Lantern for Galactic Sector Z Z Plural Z Alpha."
"Green who-sie-whats-it?" asked Johnny Storm. "I'm Johnny Storm, the Human Torch," Johnny introduced as he extended his hand.
"And I am T'Challa," announced the Interim leader of the Fantastic Four. "King of the Soverign state of Wakanda. And this, is yours." T'Challa held out a green ring.
John summoned it to himself. "Thanks, felt a little nervous without it."
"By the way, does this belong to you?" T'Challa asked as a Wakandan brought in a green lantern battery.
"Yes," John replied with a puzzled expression. "How..."
"We followed a trail the ring was laying down to a pocket dimension, and were able to extract the lantern from it... I hope that wasn't a mistake."
"No," John replied. "I'll just need to be carrying this when I get home... How far are we from Metropolis?"
"Tennesse?" asked T'Challa.
"No, New York," John corrected. he noticed Johnny eyeing Supergirl. "Back off horndog, she's underage."
"Whoa, jailbait," Johnny said jump backwards.
"There is no Metropolis, New York," Ororo told him.
"How is that possible?" John asked. "It's the largest city in the world."
"I do believe we took you from your home dimension," T'Challa informed him. "We'll see what we can do about returning you home." with that all four of those native to his current dimension left. "Well that's terrific," John grunted. he turned to Supergirl. "And you had better be okay, or Clark is going to kill me."
'I must be going soft, Bruce thought to himself. He knew that a few years ago he would never have agreed to this. Helping the government of a foreign universe track someone down. However he had seen the rap-sheet. He knew what this man was capable of. What was more the damn kryptonian had to open his big mouth.
~*Flashback*~
"Are you kidding?" Superman had scoffed. "Batman can tackle pretty much anything. I mean, He's taken down some of the most brilliant, sadistic, and powerful villains in our world, and he doesn't have a power to his name."
~*end Flashback*~
'What a dumbass,' Batman thought. he froze. There he was. SHIELD had told him that this guy would be trying to make contact with the Canadian Cell of their network. He had to strike before connections could be made.
Batman saw his nostril flare. He'd been detected. luckily he'd had time to prepare. he leapt at the man in the grass below the tree.
"Gotchya!" Logan roared, bringing his claws about.
Batman threw a small smokebomb right in Wolverine's face. he wouldn't do that with just anyone, but this guy was supposed to have a healing ability and great senses. Batman landed a few feet from Wolverine, crouched low, and attacked at the man's midsection with a charge. Wolverine was caught off guard as his eyes and nose were still realing from the smoke bomb and his face was still healing.
Logan instantly recognized that this guy was good, and professional. he'd managed to catch Wolverine off guard. He'd managed to sneak up on him... for the most part. they rolled out of the cloud of smoke and Logan kicked the man off of him. "Who the Hell 're you?!" he barked at the man in black. his eyes were focusing, but his sense of smell was screwed for at least another two hours.
"Me?" the figured asked in a low, almost sinister voice. "I am vengence. I am the night. I am the best there is at I do."
"Well, y' ain't gonna be doin' it much longer, bub!" Logan roared as he leapt at Batman again, claws thirsty.
Batman dodged, pulled something from his belt and as Wolverine got up, he saw the Batman holding something that looked like a gun.
"Bullets ain't too effective against me bub," Wolverine growled.
"Guns aren't my style," the Batman responded. "Who are you anyway? They gave me some old codename and that was it. 'Weapon X' or something."
"Who am I?" Wolverine growled, becoming more and more annoyed with this man. "Who am I?" He charged again, roaring, "I'm the Goddamn Wolverine!"
Batman leapt over Wolverine, but managed to dig the hypoinjecter into the base of his neck.
Logan turned around and landed a punch hard in Batman's stomach, having just barely retracted the claws in time. "Tranq's don't do much on me, bub. My healing factor wipes 'em out fast."
"It wasn't a tranq," Batman smiled. "Look a your hand Weapon X,"
Wolverine growled, but did so... his knuckles were still bleeding from where he drew his claws in.
"Don't worry, the cure isn't permanent until you've taken seven proper doses," Batman smiled as he started wailing on a shocked Wolverine's midsection.
Logan, for his part, found he could barely move. the adamantium! he collapsed to the ground.
"huh," Batman thought. "They made it seem like that would be hard."
~*~
Green Lantern opened one eye, then the other. In a heartbeat, he knew something was wrong. His ring wasn't on his finger. there was a woman near by. Black, white hair, blue eyes, must be a meta-human. he didn't move, and sealed his eyes shut tightly, listening. she was doing something with water. she moved near him.
John Stewart moved fast, grabbing the woman around the head. However she surprised him by throwing him. She was an excellent hand to hand fighter. John landed on his feet and sprung back at her. he was in close. he moved around behind her again and wrapped his arms around hers to put her in a full nelson. "Tell me where I am, what you did with my ring, and who you are, or so help me I'll snap your arms off."
"Relax Mr. Stewart," she said in a calm soothing voice. "I mean you no harm. Your ring is being examined by my husband, T'Challa, in his laboratory. he was facinated by it. My name is Ororor Munroe, but I'm also called storm. You are in the Baxter Building, in New York City, New York. I would think you'd want to know how your young friend is."
"How did you know my name?" he demanded. "And who else are you holding here?"
Ororo rolled her eyes, but had patience. "Your name was on your dogtags. you are U.S. Marine corp?"
"Former," he answered, feeling rather stupid. in all these years he hadn't stopped wearing the old tags.
"And the other is a young blonde woman, although she was wearing an auburn wig when we showed up... please release me," Storm was getting fed up. "I could have over come you at any time, but have willingly answered your questions. You are not being held here against your will." to accent her point of being able to escape, Storm made a bolt of lightening strike a chair in the corner.
John backed away, sitting on the bed, he was still dizzy. "Sorry," he apologized. "I don't really like hospitals."
"Technically you aren't in one," Storm offered sympathetically. she rolled her shoulders. "The Baxter Building just has a... rough lifestyle." She gave him a smile. "If you're ready?" she asked.
John finally took stock of himself. he was in a hospital gown. he did up the back and nodded. Storm took him into the room containing the woman. "Supergirl," John said with a sigh.
"You do know her then," Storm said. "We were fairly certain you had been traveling together when your interdimensional transport was knocked off path by ours."
"Hey O'," called a voice from the door. "Is the hottie... oh."
John Stewart looked to the door to see a young man in a black and white jumpsuit. "John Stewart," John introduced himself. "Green Lantern for Galactic Sector Z Z Plural Z Alpha."
"Green who-sie-whats-it?" asked Johnny Storm. "I'm Johnny Storm, the Human Torch," Johnny introduced as he extended his hand.
"And I am T'Challa," announced the Interim leader of the Fantastic Four. "King of the Soverign state of Wakanda. And this, is yours." T'Challa held out a green ring.
John summoned it to himself. "Thanks, felt a little nervous without it."
"By the way, does this belong to you?" T'Challa asked as a Wakandan brought in a green lantern battery.
"Yes," John replied with a puzzled expression. "How..."
"We followed a trail the ring was laying down to a pocket dimension, and were able to extract the lantern from it... I hope that wasn't a mistake."
"No," John replied. "I'll just need to be carrying this when I get home... How far are we from Metropolis?"
"Tennesse?" asked T'Challa.
"No, New York," John corrected. he noticed Johnny eyeing Supergirl. "Back off horndog, she's underage."
"Whoa, jailbait," Johnny said jump backwards.
"There is no Metropolis, New York," Ororo told him.
"How is that possible?" John asked. "It's the largest city in the world."
"I do believe we took you from your home dimension," T'Challa informed him. "We'll see what we can do about returning you home." with that all four of those native to his current dimension left. "Well that's terrific," John grunted. he turned to Supergirl. "And you had better be okay, or Clark is going to kill me."
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