Everybody in the Case Mare
Stellaris (MU) - energy blasts, super strength, adaptable armor
Clea (MU) - teleportation, hypnotism, offensive spells, protective force fields
Dead-Girl (MR) - intangibility, enhanced healing factor, enhanced strentgh, communicates with and able to raise the recently deceased
Wiccan (MR) - electric powers, spells that are linked to reality warping
Prometheus (DR) - Genius intellect, posesses the Nightstick able to strike superhuman blows, armor can fire different kinds of projectiles including "neural chaff" that affects opponents concentration
VS.
Everybody Is Burned to Death by Napalm in the Casa Mare
Dark Flash (Walter West) (DU) - super-speed
Captain America w/ Mjolnir (What If? AoA) (MU) - nigh-indestructible shield, mystic hammer, godlike strength, highly skilled fighter
Blue Beetle (Jaime Reyes) (DM) - flight, energy powers, enhanced physical powers, and weaponry via alien armor
Black Knight (Dane Whitman) (MR) - mystical armor and swords, mystic horse named Strider
Traci Thirteen (DR) - minor spellcaster, access to vast mystical data and equipment
Prep Time
The team pops into New York and gets acclimated with each other. Traci and Jaime recognize each other right off the bat since they’re dating. Dane recognizes Captain America, but he and Dane likely never fought alongside each other as Avengers in Cap’s alternate reality, so Cap is unaware of who Dane is. Walter West is the odd man out, both arriving in and leaving the post-CoIE DC Earth before Jaime or Traci were active adventurers. He recognizes Jaime’s look, though. After the shock of learning what became of Ted dies down, the team looks around to find that they’re standing, surprisingly conspicuous, on the corner of New York’s famous Fifth Avenue.
“Are there supposed to be people here?” Jaime wonders. “Sorry if that’s stupid. This is my first match… thing.”
“I was wondering the same thing, actually. The last place we fought was uninhabited,” Dane confirms.
“Then avoiding civilian casualties will be a major concern this time around. We’ll deal with it,” Cap reassures the rest, immediately taking charge. “Meanwhile, we ought to take this discussion to someplace a bit less exposed.”
“Well, there’s only one place to go when you’re preparing for a major fight in New York: Avengers HQ.”
Moments later, they’re standing in front of Avengers Tower. “I’m still a reserve member, so my communicard should get me in,” Dane says. Once they reach the penthouse floors set aside for Avengers use, the monitors in the room buzz to life automatically, displaying their opponents, complete with a brief description of their powers. The Black Knight, a friend of Dr. Strange, is well aware of Strange’s pupil Clea. Wiccan’s public debut alongside the other Young Avengers was a matter of televised record on Dane’s Earth, so he had a passing familiarity with him. Jaime recognizes Prometheus from the Battle of Metropolis during Infinite Crisis, but doesn’t have much tactical information except that “he seemed to be a pretty good fighter, I think.” Stellaris and Dead-Girl are mysteries to the team.
Captain America’s leadership is always a good element to have; he teaches the team some basic maneuvers and assigns them codewords, so their enemies won’t know what they’re planning. My team has no problems working with each other, either, given that they’re all heroes.
The Battles
The teams face off in the streets of New York. “Remember,” Cap reminds everyone, “civilians come first. Avoid or protect them as much as possible.” Cap leads the charge and the two teams meet…
Captain America (What If? AoA) vs. Clea – Part I
A bolt of energy whizzes through the air before colliding with Captain America’s shield and dissipating. “Walter,” Cap commands, “Stellaris is yours. I’m going after Clea.” Clea is ready and waiting, however. Cap hurls Mjolnir and it bounces off of Clea’s force field harmlessly. They trade blows for a while, Mjolnir’s ability to absorb even mystic energy and Clea’s offensive spells evenly matched.
Walter West vs. Stellaris
Walter goes straight for the jugular and speeds through Stellaris, vibrating a portion of her suit until it explodes. She stumbles back, stunned from the blast, but relatively unhurt. Her suit repairs itself quickly and the armor over her arms shapeshifts into cannons. Walter rushes off so she can’t get a lock on him, then tries guerilla tactics, hitting and running at the speed of light, each punch he throws nearing infinite mass. Giant dents appear in Stellaris’ armor from the force of his blows, but it was designed to hunt Celestials and can stand up to the punishment. Stellaris reconfigures her helmet’s receptors to home in on the Flash better with every blow, until they feed her just the right impulse at just the right moment to grab the blurring Flash in a vicelike grip. Recalling his vibrational powers, she quickly reconfigures her gauntlet to match any vibrations Walter tries. Sure enough, Walter begins to blur but her fist blurs with him and he is held fast. She reconfigures her other gauntlet into a neural spike and brings it close to Walter’s neck, but Walter vibrates them both through the floor and then rakes his hands back and forth over the concrete, spewing light-speed debris into Stellaris’ helmet. Unable to reconfigure her armor to withstand the tiny bullets fast enough, Stellaris is caught off-guard and her grip loosens. What’s more, now that she’s no longer got Walter to match vibrational frequencies with, her armor and her body return to their natural, tangible state—inside the asphalt. Under her armor, Stellaris is comparable to a normal human being, and the pain that sears through her legs is unbearable. Not even Thor could stand up a similar maneuver when Shadowcat pulled it on him. With more pain than she’s ever experienced coursing through her brain at a million jolts per second, Stellaris blacks out. Noting her stillness, Walter vibrates his arm into her armor and pulls her out of both armor and asphalt.
Captain America (What If? AoA) vs. Clea – Part II
Cap blasts Clea with a huge bolt of lightning as they float above Manhattan, each careful not to harm civilians. The lightning breaks on Clea’s shield, which holds. She struggles under the pressure as the lightning blasts get more and more potent, then finally decides to take the offensive again. Quite familiar with both the Captain America and Thor of her world, Clea recognizes where Cap’s power is coming from. She waits for the right opportunity and, sure enough, Cap hurls Mjolnir at her again. She quickly opens a portal to another dimension and Mjolnir flies through it; before Cap can react or call it back, the portal shuts. Dependent on Mjolnir for flight, Cap now hurtles into the ground at breakneck speed. He crashes down shield-first, and is unharmed thanks to his godly strength and durability. Unfortunately, he knows those will be gone in less than a minute thanks to Mjolnir’s enchantment. Rather than panic or try any last-ditch maneuvers, however, he falls back on his team like any good leader would. “Traci, Jaime: bait and switch!”
Traci Thirteen and Blue Beetle vs. Prometheus and Dead-Girl
While Cap and Clea traded blows, Traci and Jaime met up with Prometheus and Dead-Girl. Unaware of Dead-Girl’s powers, Traci and Jaime went for Prometheus first. Jaime, inexperienced and sloppy, flew in and attempted to shock Prometheus with his fingers. Prometheus whipped out his nightstick and sent Blue Beetle through a building. The building then began to collapse. Traci worked as hard as she could, magically building up scaffolding constructs to prop the building up while yelling for the civilians underneath to move out of the way, and Jaime helped too when he recovered. Unfortunately, that left Prometheus and Dead-Girl unaccounted for. While Dead-Girl rushed in to try and help, upset at her teammate’s willingness to endanger civilians, Prometheus swept Traci’s feet out from under her. Her concentration ruined, Traci’s scaffolding constructs blinked out of existence and the dozen people still left under the debris were crushed instantly.
Dead-Girl was outraged. “What have you done?” she demanded of her teammate.
“Provided you with ammo,” Prometheus said simply. “Now quit whining and use it!”
Still angry, Dead-Girl reluctantly saw the logic in Prometheus’ words. The people were already dead; she couldn’t do anything for them now. But they could help her win the match. Summoning their bodies up into renewed pseudo-life, Dead-Girl commanded them to attack Jaime, who was helping Traci back to her feet.
“Oh, that is just gross,” Traci commented. “Hold them off, Jaime!” Jaime complied, blasting the lifeless beings, but they shambled onward with whatever limbs they still had. Traci took a quick look around and grabbed a cockroach that was crawling out of one of the cracks in the pavement. Recalling the spell she used to transform her pet iguana into a monstrous familiar, Traci watched as the cockroach grew to the size of a great dane and mutated into a horrible monstrosity. “Sic ‘em,” she said. The giant bug tore through the reanimated zombies with ease, rending them limb from limb so that all they could do is drag themselves along the ground toward her. Jaime cleaned up after her, disintegrating the remains of the zombies with a gun the scarab told him about. Finally, giant cockroach familiar made it to the source of the zombies—Dead-Girl… only to shrink back down to normal. The reason, of course, was that Traci was under attack from Prometheus again, who realized the zombie strategy wasn’t working out as well as he’d thought it would.
“If you want something done right,” he muttered as he raised his bracer and fired off a few rounds from the gun concealed within. Traci erected a shield just in time. Prometheus’ nightstick collided with the shield right after, however, and blew through it, the feedback knocking Traci back and bloodying her nose.
“Traci!” Jaime yelled, about to rush to her aid.
“Forget about me?” Dead-Girl asked, hitting Jaime with enough strength to stagger him. He recovered quickly and shifted his arms into pincers, desperate to put Dead-Girl down so he could help Traci and not too worried about lethal force since the scarab told him she, too, was already dead. He thrust his pincer at her chest, but it went right through with no effect. “Intangibility. Handy, huh?”
“Not always,” Jaime grumbled with a smile as the scarab fed him information. His pincers shapeshifted back into hands and his fingertips sparked with energy. An energy cocoon enveloped Dead-Girl.
“Wha--? Hello, miss the part where I’m intangible?” She stuck her hand through the bubble with ease, but then her hand convulsed and the cocoon shimmered as it delivered a massive jolt to her system, frying her until she lost consciousness.
“Miss the part where my scarab doesn’t care?” Jaime turned to help Traci when he heard Cap’s shout:
“Traci, Jaime: bait and switch!”
Captain America vs. Prometheus
Cap throws his shield at Clea, who deftly dodges it and readies a counterspell to knock the now-defenseless Captain off his feet. But to her surprise, he turns and runs while purple and blue energy flashes against her force field.
Cap catches his shield as it returns to him and makes for Prometheus. His godlike powers are all gone now, leaving only the living legend of World War II. But that’s more than enough to handle Prometheus, who is surprised to find that his opponent has teleported away. Cap leaps into a jumpkick that Prometheus barely ducks under. The fight is on then. Prometheus’ mind is loaded with the moves of some of the greatest martial artists in the DC universe. Captain America doesn’t care; he saw what Prometheus and Dead-Girl did to those civilians. They’re just thugs like a million others Cap’s encountered over the years, as far as he’s concerned. Cap and Prometheus trade blows, each a master of martial arts. The difference is that Cap’s mastery was earned while Prometheus’ was stolen. As they fight, Cap is reminded of Taskmaster, another martial art stealer whom he’s defeated. He drops what little technique he relies on and begins to improvise as much as possible. He catches Prometheus’ staff on his shield and knocks it away, then grabs Prometheus and slides his foot between Prometheus’ feet for a judo takedown—only he shifts his own weight and tosses Prometheus in the opposite direction. Prometheus, braced for the impact he expected based on how Cap set the move up, is caught totally off guard when he flies the opposite way. Slightly dazed as he gets up, he snaps back into the moment and fires off a neural chaff, hoping to keep Cap off his guard. Cap spins out of the way and lets his shield fly; it bounces off a lamp post, then a building, then the street itself, and finally smashes into Prometheus’ helmet, scrambling his disc of downloaded martial arts. With his main source of martial arts knowledge destroyed and his skills fading fast, Prometheus puts up little fight against the superbly skilled Captain America.
Black Knight vs. Wiccan
Lightning crashes down beside the Black Knight, but he urges Strider on through the skies above New York with barely a flinch. Wiccan fires another blast off, this time aiming for a strategic shot at Strider’s wing, but Dane reins Strider hard to the left and they avoid it. He closes the gap between himself and Wiccan, but Wiccan quickly rounds on the Knight, his eyes aglow and his mouth working furiously. Ready to take any advantage that presents itself, Dane braces to have Strider’s wing knock Wiccan out of the air, but when he gets close enough, he finally hears what Wiccan’s saying: “Flying horse go away flying horse go away flying horse go away flying horse go away flying horse go away flying horse go away flying horse go away!” Wiccan’s eyes flash brighter, blinding Dane, but he can still feel it in the pit of his stomach as he begins to fall. “Sorry about that, Mr. Knight. Hope your armor’s good!”
“The armor’s fine, kid, but my shield is better,” Dane mutters. As his eyesight returns, Dane shifts his weight, sliding his shield off his arm and under his feet. He hits the ground with a deafening CLANG! but the Shield of Night absorbs the kinetic energy of the landing and Dane is unharmed. Back on his feet in a cinch, Dane eyes Wiccan as he zips about in the sky, determined to use his flight advantage to stay away from the now grounded Knight; but without stopping and taking aim, his lightning blasts fly wildly, missing Dane by yards in some cases. Dane, a veteran warrior with years of experience over the young Wiccan, is keenly aware of this. He leaps out of the way of a near-miss lightning bolt but intentionally lands badly, sending his helmet bouncing away. Doing his best to appear dazed, Dane secretly keeps an eye on Wiccan, who predictably stops and takes aim to ensure this bolt will find its intended mark. As energy crackles around Wiccan’s hand, Dane struggles to his feet, feigning far more pain than he’s really in. Just before the bolt leaves Wiccan’s hands, Dane drops the act and fires off the absorbed kinetic energy of his fall through the Sword of Light, intentionally aiming wide so that it just grazes Wiccan’s side. Still, a fall from the height Dane was at produces a lot of force—enough to twirl Wiccan’s body so that his lightning bolt flies off aimlessly into the sky and send him careening down to the pavement below.
Dane recalls Strider from wherever Wiccan sent him and speeds into the air, catching the falling boy. His photonic sword is ready and he stabs it gently through Wiccan’s chest; the Young Avenger convulses and then loses consciousness, the sword’s neural charge shocking his system until he blacks out. Leaving Wiccan in a nearby Starbucks, Dane speeds off to help his compatriots.
Traci Thirteen, Blue Beetle, Black Knight, Walter West, and Captain America vs. Clea
Clea is confronted by Traci and the Blue Beetle after their initial volley of energy bounces off her shield. Traci tries some spells of her own, but she’s no match for Clea, who easily dispels them or lets them bounce off her shields. Jaime, whose Reach-tech reads magic as just another form of energy to be manipulated, attempts to ‘hack’ her shields. But Clea is no amateur; she reconfigures her spells to override Jaime’s attempts. She fires off a bubble of energy that traps Jaime, then turns her attentions to Traci. Locked in a battle of spellcasting with her vast superior, Traci is overwhelmed in seconds. She’s still trying to weave a new spell to attack Clea when she blacks out.
But Traci managed to keep Clea occupied long enough for the Black Knight to finish his battle and swoop in. He cuts Jaime out of his bubble and then sets off towards Clea herself. Captain America and Walter make their way into the battle now, and things begin to look grim for Clea. Cap barks a few codes and the team moves in like a well-oiled machine. Jaime sprouts wings and throws a few energy blasts at Clea. She defends easily, but he was just a diversion for the Black Knight to make a pass with his Ebony Blade at the ready. He slices through Clea’s shield and it dissipates, its mystic integrity torn apart by the Blade’s magic. Clea turns to deal with the Knight, but everything starts to go wonky—colors appear and shift before her, her vision clouds, and she nearly flies into a building. She steadies herself and mystically peers inside her own head, where she finds various chemical processes in her brain speeding up and slowing down irregularly. “This must be the Flash’s doing,” she thinks. While she’s so intent on fixing her brain, however, she’s unable to bring up anything to defend the rest of her body. The rest of the team seizes the opportunity and puts her down for the count just as she causes a mystic backlash on Walter that knocks him out cold.
Only three of them are still conscious, but Captain America has still led his team to victory. He, Dane, and Jaime go about trying to calm the frantic civilian population down before they are teleported away, victorious.
He also would of electrocuted CK while holding him....Dooms phasing would also come into play along with his super strength....
