The All-Star Marvel RPG

[J'adore]

Blanche Sitznski - A former pro cage fighter, under the alias of 'Blondie'. Criminal files show she's been done for assault, armed robbery, illegal drug use and assualt again. Moving onto the next chick, I see the brunette bimbo form onto my screen, her files quickly popping up next to her photo.

Tanya Sealy- Married to rich buisness man Karl Sealy, who works for the company Roxxon. She's also the sister to Whitney Frost, head of Masque Enterprises. Husband died right infront of her eyes a month back...since then she's committed armed robbery, assualt and even murder.

Rachel Leighton - A pink haired texas cowgirl. She's obssesed with Diamonds and lived in the hillybilly lifestyle. Stabbed her best friend Debroah Bertrand with a diamond, causing her to fall in a coma for six months. Then traveled to New York where she stole a total of Fourty Two diamonds, before she was slung in prison. Seems like she's the only one to be in the slammer for more than three years. But then she was busted out, only recently. About a week ago it says here...But the computer doesn't seem to know who.

Sinthia...Sinthia...The name rings a bell. But I don't have much time to think. I can hear the loud stomps of a few HAMMER agents walking up towards my office. I turn to the silver doors, which have the HAMMER emblem encrusted with silver studs within them. The doors slowly slide open and reveal four, male, suited up HAMMER agents - Gas masks and everything. "What the heck is going on here?"

I'm angry because my thinking time was interrupted. I hate when that happenes. Believe me. These agents have no weapons whatsoever on them, not even a handgun in their pouches. Nothing.

"I click this switch and bing bang boom goes your office, your agents and most likely, yourself," A stren female russian accent is what I can hear. But just no person to match the voice with. Then, the agents standing before me un-zip their green jumpsuits, to reveal a chemical bomb strapped to each of their chests. Then, threw the agents appear a redheaded beauty.

A russian, a red head. Dressed all in black. I watch as she slides the trigger into her red, metal studded belt. Slowly pulling out a pistol, the russian woman flashes me a smirk.

"May we talk?"
​

 

[bkhedr]

Whoever this guy with the bow and arrow is, he's apparently got good enough sensors to pick up the monster's attacks even while he's invisible. Which means he can point us in the right direction.

"Hey Robin Hood," I call out to him, "If you can see the invisible creep, how about lighting him up for us so we can make with the punch-kick?"

Before he can respond, my Spider-Senses warn me of another attack: the monster's sweeping an outstretched arm across the street with what must be a gigantic fist.

"Yikes!"

I leap up into a backflip, which carries me over the swath of destruction which comes apparently from nowhere, digging up asphalt and swatting aside thankfully-empty taxi cabs.

"Ha! You couldn't hit the broad side of a --*OOF!*"

Me and my big mouth. An oversized fist catches me in the breadbasket, lifting me off my feet and sending me tumbling through the air. Before I can catch myself or fire out a web-line, I feel an invisible arm snake around my leg, ensnaring me, then I'm pulled hard and fast down towards the pavement....

....and my senses explode into stars and colors, and lots and lots of pain.

Kl'rt disdainfully hurled the youth, tossing him headlong at the Archer, even as his free hand, still invisible, and now encased in super strong rock, snaked out and struck the hammer wielding warrior on the chin.

He was now totally outnumbered, but his confidence in his power and training never faltered.

Quickly turning his attention to the heroes, still standing, Kl'rt willed a column of invisible force to materialize and smash into the armored warrior. The column struck with a loud crunch and punched the warrior through the street and into the subway tunnels below.

This left only the man with the Shield still standing, and this warrior showed no fear, despite seeing his allies felled, and charged headlong at Kl'rt, using his shield to block fire balls hastily hurled in his direction. He was nearly upon Kl'rt when he hit an invisible barrier hard and bounced off of it, the wind temporarily knocked out of his lungs.

​

 

[Byrd Man]

Kl'rt disdainfully hurled the youth, tossing him headlong at the Archer, even as his free hand, still invisible, and now encased in super strong rock, snaked out and struck the hammer wielding warrior on the chin.​

He was now totally outnumbered, but his confidence in his power and training never faltered.​

Quickly turning his attention to the heroes, still standing, Kl'rt willed a column of invisible force to materialize and smash into the armored warrior. The column struck with a loud crunch and punched the warrior through the street and into the subway tunnels below.​

This left only the man with the Shield still standing, and this warrior showed no fear, despite seeing his allies felled, and charged headlong at Kl'rt, using his shield to block fire balls hastily hurled in his direction. He was nearly upon Kl'rt when he hit an invisible barrier hard and bounced off of it, the wind temporarily knocked out of his lungs.​

I dry heave and fall to my knees, the shield clattering at my side. In between the sounds of my retches, I hear footsteps hitting the pavement. He may be invisible, but he's not sound-proof.

With one final heave, I pick my shield up and toss it in the direction of the footsteps.

 

[sabetoonth]

​

Bruce Banner walked down the road, big long dirt road he had been walking for days. It stretched out before him in great expanse.

“The Great South West.” He muttered to himself looking out on the sun weathered landscape.

The sun beat down on the desert, the light rippled on the horizon. No shade, no place to go for shelter for miles. And miles. And miles.

467 miles from the outskirts of Las Vegas, small town in the middle of no where, Focus in on a small bar and you’ll notice its a bar with the old west style doors hanging in the frame. A lone figure sits in the corner reading a newspaper with a full beer that’s been sitting there for an hour untouched. He glances up from it as someone new sits across from him in the bar.

“Do I know you?” he asks lowering his sunglasses. The new arrival shakes his head.

“No Dr. Banner, But I know you.”

“So, you’re telling me that there is a big green super powered monster wreaking havoc in Time Square?” Banner asked as he looked skeptically at the supposed agent of SHIELD in front of him.

“That is exactly what I am telling you, and this monster, he has a variable arsenal of powers, all powers that are keeping the heroes who are present from defeating him at the moment.” The man in front of the scientist said leaning closer. “We really shouldn’t be wasting this time; you will be filled in on the short trip to New York.”

“What exactly is it that you want from me Agent….?”

“Coulson and SHIELD uses operatives, not agents Doctor.” Coulson corrected. “And what we want isnt from you, it is you.” Bruce looked at the operative for a moment, it had bee a week since he had been pushed out a plane and left to change or die, even then they didn’t know what would happen.

“I can’t say yes to you Coulson, this thing is unpredictable.” Banners started. “Dangerous.”

“That’s exactly why we need you and the Hulk creature.” Coulson shifted his weight in an attempt to perhaps be more intimidating.

“That…thing in Time Square has enough raw power to take on Spider-man, Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye and Iron Man, if he beats them, he will only continue that reign of terror.” Coulson almost had a pleading look in his eyes as he told Banner what was going on and what was likely to happen.

“The “Hulk” as everyone is calling it, is a weapon, and I am going to use it for the better of man, not whoever barks the loudest or highest order.” Bruce felt stronger, angry, he felt something start to change but then he focused himself on calming thoughts. He had to calm down or change, he couldn’t change, not here. He had someplace to stay where he didn’t get strange looks or was eve threatened.

“We can offer you a lab alongside Hank Pym and others.” Coulson offered. A lab? With Hank Pym? The man was a genius, and he worked for SHIELD? “And saving New York from an alien shape shifter goes hand in hand with the good of man kind, and the loudest order.” He had him pegged; this thing needed to be dealt with, Bruce had to be sure he could control it though. Working through meditation this last week, he was starting to understand the way it worked, after a point of feeling a certain emotion, his body reacted with the gamma rays and changed him into a hulk. Only ever feeling enough distress or anger, the world had only seen the one, the savage, but the very incredible Hulk.

The meditation had allowed him to talk to Grey, their conversations often short due to Bruce’s own inner evil hunting him whenever he entered his own psyche. Grey still didn’t know how to break the chains. Not yet.

“If I do this, I can come and go from SHIELD as I please.” Bruce looked the operative dead in the eye. He needed to remain mobile, so he could go anywhere he needed to help people, a new mission in life for him. Bruce Banner: Hero. He laughed on the inside a bit.

Coulson on the other hand had to think about it, his mission was clear, get Banner to Time Square to fight the Skrull. He was sure Fury was going to be furious at the possible loss of Banner should he decide to leave immediately following the fight. But they needed the Hulk. “Done.”

“So, how are we supposed to get to New York before it all ends?” Bruce asked. “Plane ride would take 4 hours at least.” Coulson stood up from the table, Bruce watched him with his eyes.

“Oh, don’t worry about that, I have it taken care of.” Coulson said as he started outside.
Bruce slowly rose from his own place and followed. Before leaving he walked up to the bartender and told her, “Hey Erica, you can have my things.” He had a gut feeling he wasn’t going to be coming back here and he didn’t have much anyway. She looked at him almost quizzically.

“Really, Dave?”

“Really.”

 

[bkhedr]

I dry heave and fall to my knees, the shield clattering at my side. In between the sounds of my retches, I hear footsteps hitting the pavement. He may be invisible, but he's not sound-proof.

With one final heave, I pick my shield up and toss it in the direction of the footsteps.

The Super Skrull was impressed. He had not expected the shield bearer to recover so quickly, nor had he imagined that his counter attack would be so expertly delivered.​

Any other Skrull warrior would have fallen then, their bodies broken by the deadly spinning disc, but not Kl'rt, not so for one who's control over his own body was so total that he could rearrange his very molecules to suit his purpose.​

In this case, the purpose was survival, and the easiest way to achieve it was to rely on his incredible elastic body, which he willed to become malleable in the instant before the shield struck him.​

To the shock of all the onlookers, the suddenly visible Super. his toso now flattened and stretched, simply allowed the shield to strike him where it burned out its momentum, as if thrown against a super hard rubber band, before clattering to the floor once more.​

Before anyone could do more than register the shock, the Super Skrull's left arm extended outwards and wrapped around Captain America tightly, lifting him off the floor and bringing him face to face with the still stretched out and towering Super Skrull​

"You are not like these others." Kl'rt said as he examined his incapacitated foe. "You have the look and smell of a soldier about you."​

He squeezed tighter.​

"So tell me soldier, where can I find your commanding officer? Where is the man who sent you here?"​

 

[J'adore]

"Put the gun down, Natalia," I speak in a calm and softening tone, placing my hands before me, to show I'm empty handed. I can take this chick down any day, I'm just not really in the mood to fight a p*ssed off russain lady today.

Natalia quickly aimed the gun in the direction of my chest, her smug facial expression shifting to something more concerning. "You know my name? How do you know my name!?"

"I know everything about you Natalia Romonova, I'm Director 13. Did you honestly think someone like yourself would slip through the cracks of HAMMER's facilities? I've been meaning to contact you for a while. You know, about offering you a job...?"

"I want my name cleared! Of all charges! I want to stop being persecuted and become an American citizen! A proper one," Natalia's wall had broken down. I'd honestly believed she was going to kill everyone in this room. But, what do you know, even I can get something wrong sometimes.

I walk over to Natalia calmly, sliding out the trigger to the chemical bombs and taking the pistol as well. Natalia lowers her hands. I slowly rip off the bombs from my agent's chests. "I can give you more than that Natlaia, you could work for me. Help make today's up coming rise of heroes create a better world for people to live in,"

I kind of make the job sound better than it really is. But Natalia doesn't seem to fall for it. She zips up her leather black jacket and stretches out her arm, her thin, pale hand elongating itself towards me.

"Cut that crap, I'm not here to work for 'America', I'm here to get better. Be better. So, let's make this a deal,"

I shake Natalia's ice cold hang, smirking. "Welcome to HAMMER."

***

Agent Natasha Rushman was the name I gave her. I cleared her of all charges and now no one even knows who or where Natalia Romonova is. I keep her by my side, she's one not to be trusted and I can't let her out of my sight. Plus, I could use someone like her as my assistant.

"Tonight Agent Rushman, myself and Agent Zero of the Weapon X sector will be taking some time off to discuss the current situation of New York....You'll be left here to catch up on some work with fellow agent, Agent Lang. Together, you two shall be researching the new criminal trio known as the B.A.D Girls. Find out who's hiring them and why. Understood?"

I spoke quickly and fast as I walked down the long, silver hall of the HAMMER base, my silver boots echoing throughout the metal walls. 'Natasha' nodded in agreement, carrying a Spas 15 Shotgun in her arms. Natasha then burst into a fit of laughter, almost dropping her gun.

I arched an eyebrow, curious to see what was humoring Natasha so much. I pulled Natasha back up to stand straight and looked her with a serious expression. "There's no point in hiding it Sharon, I think everyone knows you and 'Agent Zero' have....special connection,"

I can feel my skin heating up and turning bright red. I continue walking, leaving Natasha to trail behind me slowly. I didn't know that Natasha knew about me and Chris' relationship. I guess I should stop hiring spies.

"Back to work please Rushman."
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[Byrd Man]

​

The Super Skrull was impressed. He had not expected the shield bearer to recover so quickly, nor had he imagined that his counter attack would be so expertly delivered.​

Any other Skrull warrior would have fallen then, their bodies broken by the deadly spinning disc, but not Kl'rt, not so for one who's control over his own body was so total that he could rearrange his very molecules to suit his purpose.​

In this case, the purpose was survival, and the easiest way to achieve it was to rely on his incredible elastic body, which he willed to become malleable in the instant before the shield struck him.​

To the shock of all the onlookers, the suddenly visible Super. his toso now flattened and stretched, simply allowed the shield to strike him where it burned out its momentum, as if thrown against a super hard rubber band, before clattering to the floor once more.​

Before anyone could do more than register the shock, the Super Skrull's left arm extended outwards and wrapped around Captain America tightly, lifting him off the floor and bringing him face to face with the still stretched out and towering Super Skrull​

"You are not like these others." Kl'rt said as he examined his incapacitated foe. "You have the look and smell of a soldier about you."​

He squeezed tighter.​

"So tell me soldier, where can I find your commanding officer? Where is the man who sent you here?"​

"Awigmammer..." I rasp out through my closed throat. The monster loosens his grip a bit, allowing me to speak cleaer.

"You'll never find the guy who sent me, but you may want to look out of the guy with the big ass hammer!"

Thor moves so fast, he's a blur as he crashes into the alien with his massive hammer.

KRAKOOM!

The electrical blast sends me and the alien reeling. I fly through the air until a pair of strong hands catches me.

"Easy there, soldier," a woman's voice says. I look up to see a woman in a skin-tight costume holding me high above the ground. She floats down to the ground and lets me go.

"Uhh, thanks. I assume you got the message too?"

"Sure did. Captain Carol Danvers at your service. You can call me Ms. Marvel."

"I think we may have company," Hawkeye announces. "I'm picking up a heat signature on my goggles. High above Times Square. Kinda matches the description of the guy who broke into HAMMER awhile back.

Vision. The android I helped and gave a communicator to. He's up there, watching and waiting. Is he waiting to see what side to join, or merely unsure of what to do.

"I'm not sure if you can hear me or not, but we could certainly use your help," I say as I look up into the sky above us.

The alien is still recovering from Thor's blast. I pick my shield up off the ground and look at our forces. They're scattered and hurting. He's beating us at our own game. Time to call an audible.

"One on one isn't working. Strength in numbers. Hawkeye, try laying down some cover fire with your arrows. Enough to cause a distraction. Thor, Iron Man, Ms. Marvel, keep him off balance with hits from the sky. Lightning blasts, lasers, or fists. Spider-Man, you're with me. We're going right up the middle. We were all brought here for a reason: to kick that green thing's ass back to whatever black hole he crawled out of. Let's do it."

This alien may have serious powers, but he can't beat us all. I raise my shield up in the air, searching for a battle cry.

Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, Ms. Marvel, Hawkeye, Spider-Man, and and maybe Vision. Seven against one, you gotta like those odds.

"Avengers Assemble!"

 

[Andy C.]

"One on one isn't working. Strength in numbers. Hawkeye, try laying down some cover fire with your arrows. Enough to cause a distraction. Thor, Iron Man, Ms. Marvel, keep him off balance with hits from the sky. Lightning blasts, lasers, or fists. Spider-Man, you're with me. We're going right up the middle. We were all brought here for a reason: to kick that green thing's ass back to whatever black hole he crawled out of. Let's do it."

This alien may have serious powers, but he can't beat us all. I raise my shield up in the air, searching for a battle cry.

Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, Ms. Marvel, Hawkeye, Spider-Man, and and maybe Vision. Seven against one, you gotta like those odds.

"Avengers Assemble!"

Aaaaaand I just got shivers down my spine. That was awesome.

Okay, here we go. Massive supervillain terrorizing the city. Four other superheroes are providing covering fire. And it's up to Captain America and ME to deliver the big one-two. I know I've said it already, but I need to say it again: Best. Night. Ever.

Hawkeye begins firing one arrow after another at the green guy, with little effect as his force-field keeps them at bay. As we approach, Iron Man lays down powerful energy beams that buffet the monster's shield, followed up with some thunderous punches from the insanely gorgeous blonde woman who just showed up. I really hope they're able to bust through this guy's bubble, or else this is going to be embarrassing.

Finally, Thor winds up and delivers a crushing blow with his hammer, which honest-to-God pulls down a bolt of lightning from the sky when he does. That, combined with the other attacks, is enough to finally crack through the force-field, just as Cap and I are a few short steps away.

I leap ahead, attempting an awesome Bruce Lee dragon-kick.....only to get swatted again by another huge rock-fist.

As I tumble away, there's a definite "Rrrrrgh!" which I guess means that Captain America's attack was a little more successful than mine, but it's hard to tell when you're ragdolling through the air for the third time in one fight.

I hit the pavement hard, mostly on my back but at just enough of an angle where my shoulder hits too, and there's a definite POP when it does. That's about all that registers in my mind before I black out.










.....okay, seriously, I would love to have ONE freaking fight with a supervillain where I don't get knocked out.

As I stand back up, I try to move my right shoulder and--

"OH MY GOD OW OW OWOWOWOWOW OWWWWWW that hurts!"

.......yup, it's definitely dislocated.

I grab my limp right arm by the wrist, trying to yank it back into place like they do in super-macho action movies.

The good news is that it works. The bad news is that the pain is so bad that I very nearly puke right into my mask.

By the time I'm done screaming like a little girl, I notice that there's someone else in the vicinity who's screaming. And it's a little girl.

....oh ****. Her leg is stuck underneath that car.

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay," I try to comfort the girl. Oh man, that's really bad, her leg is pretty much mangled by the wheel. There's an awful lot of blood, too. Even if I get her free, she might not make it, and it's pretty much guaranteed that she's never gonna walk again.

"I'm gonna get you out from under this thing, okay?" I say, but the girl doesn't seem to notice, as she's still screaming--not that I blame her, that's got to be awful. I grab onto the wrecked car's bumper and get read to lift. "Okay, on three. One, two, three--NNRRGGGHHH!"

I strain and heave and then finally, I hoist the rear end of the car up. She's hurt too badly to move out from under it, though. With another massive heave, I push up with all of my might, and flip the car over and away from her. Note to self: I am apparently strong enough to flip a car all by myself.

As the other 'Avengers' (that is such an awesome name) continue duking it out with the monster, I look around and I see that the little girl isn't the only one hurt. Drowned out by the noise of the battle, there are groans and screams. People who were hit by debris, or crushed under cars, or burned by the monster's fireballs. When I stop and actually take notice of the scene, it's actually pretty ghastly.

.....talk about your mood-killer.

I kneel down to the girl with the messed-up leg; everything below the knee is pretty much just ground meat, and her femur has a compound fracture. I quickly fire a few globs of webbing onto the wound to stop the bleeding, and do what I can to slap together a makeshift tourniquet out of scraps on the ground.

"This is just a quick fix, not a long-term solution," I say as I put the thing together on her leg, "but it should be enough so we can get you to the hospital, and they'll fix your leg for real, all right?"

The girl whimpers, and then I start looking around to see who else I can help.....


.....and I can barely move my eyes without seeing someone else that needs helping.

As I move, I see Captain America, and call out to him while pulling an unconscious but still alive woman from a burning car.

"Captain!" I shout. "We've got a lot of hurt people here! You guys deal with the big ugly guy, I'm gonna try and get as many of these people to safety as I can!"

....of course, the question is, when a big super-powered monster who's strong enough to take on six or seven superheroes at once is ripping up the city, where exactly is 'safety?'

 

[bkhedr]

Aaaaaand I just got shivers down my spine. That was awesome.

Okay, here we go. Massive supervillain terrorizing the city. Four other superheroes are providing covering fire. And it's up to Captain America and ME to deliver the big one-two. I know I've said it already, but I need to say it again: Best. Night. Ever.

Hawkeye begins firing one arrow after another at the green guy, with little effect as his force-field keeps them at bay. As we approach, Iron Man lays down powerful energy beams that buffet the monster's shield, followed up with some thunderous punches from the insanely gorgeous blonde woman who just showed up. I really hope they're able to bust through this guy's bubble, or else this is going to be embarrassing.

Finally, Thor winds up and delivers a crushing blow with his hammer, which honest-to-God pulls down a bolt of lightning from the sky when he does. That, combined with the other attacks, is enough to finally crack through the force-field, just as Cap and I are a few short steps away.

I leap ahead, attempting an awesome Bruce Lee dragon-kick.....only to get swatted again by another huge rock-fist.

As I tumble away, there's a definite "Rrrrrgh!" which I guess means that Captain America's attack was a little more successful than mine, but it's hard to tell when you're ragdolling through the air for the third time in one fight.

I hit the pavement hard, mostly on my back but at just enough of an angle where my shoulder hits too, and there's a definite POP when it does. That's about all that registers in my mind before I black out.










.....okay, seriously, I would love to have ONE freaking fight with a supervillain where I don't get knocked out.

As I stand back up, I try to move my right shoulder and--

"OH MY GOD OW OW OWOWOWOWOW OWWWWWW that hurts!"

.......yup, it's definitely dislocated.

I grab my limp right arm by the wrist, trying to yank it back into place like they do in super-macho action movies.

The good news is that it works. The bad news is that the pain is so bad that I very nearly puke right into my mask.

By the time I'm done screaming like a little girl, I notice that there's someone else in the vicinity who's screaming. And it's a little girl.

....oh ****. Her leg is stuck underneath that car.

"It's okay, it's gonna be okay," I try to comfort the girl. Oh man, that's really bad, her leg is pretty much mangled by the wheel. There's an awful lot of blood, too. Even if I get her free, she might not make it, and it's pretty much guaranteed that she's never gonna walk again.

"I'm gonna get you out from under this thing, okay?" I say, but the girl doesn't seem to notice, as she's still screaming--not that I blame her, that's got to be awful. I grab onto the wrecked car's bumper and get read to lift. "Okay, on three. One, two, three--NNRRGGGHHH!"

I strain and heave and then finally, I hoist the rear end of the car up. She's hurt too badly to move out from under it, though. With another massive heave, I push up with all of my might, and flip the car over and away from her. Note to self: I am apparently strong enough to flip a car all by myself.

As the other 'Avengers' (that is such an awesome name) continue duking it out with the monster, I look around and I see that the little girl isn't the only one hurt. Drowned out by the noise of the battle, there are groans and screams. People who were hit by debris, or crushed under cars, or burned by the monster's fireballs. When I stop and actually take notice of the scene, it's actually pretty ghastly.

.....talk about your mood-killer.

I kneel down to the girl with the messed-up leg; everything below the knee is pretty much just ground meat, and her femur has a compound fracture. I quickly fire a few globs of webbing onto the wound to stop the bleeding, and do what I can to slap together a makeshift tourniquet out of scraps on the ground.

"This is just a quick fix, not a long-term solution," I say as I put the thing together on her leg, "but it should be enough so we can get you to the hospital, and they'll fix your leg for real, all right?"

The girl whimpers, and then I start looking around to see who else I can help.....


.....and I can barely move my eyes without seeing someone else that needs helping.

As I move, I see Captain America, and call out to him while pulling an unconscious but still alive woman from a burning car.

"Captain!" I shout. "We've got a lot of hurt people here! You guys deal with the big ugly guy, I'm gonna try and get as many of these people to safety as I can!"

....of course, the question is, when a big super-powered monster who's strong enough to take on six or seven superheroes at once is ripping up the city, where exactly is 'safety?'

"I apologize for joining in the battle earlier Captain America." said the Vision. His electronic voice unexpectedly coming through on Captain America's communicator while the synthezoid himself remained still high above, his lips unmoving.​

"But I have been busy wirelessly deactivating gas and electricity mains as needed to prevent fires or explosions; while simultaneously masquerading as multiple 911 dispatchers and coordinating the disparate civil servant response teams to maximum effect. With that task complete and our young ally seeing to the wounded, I am free to aid you more directly."​

With that the Vision willed his body to its maximum diamond hard density and began a frighteningly fast descent from directly aboved the alien who, for the moment, was giving Thor his full attention.​

The Skrull loosed a jet of intense flame at the Thunderer who staggered slightly in the face of the sudden intense heat and raised a hand to shield his eyes as they adjusted to the glare.​

In that same instant the Vision came crashing down, feet first, on the Skrull's head. There was a sickening crunch followed by a wet squishing sound and the cracking of concrete and when it was over the Vision was left standing where the Super Skrull had been a moment earlier.​

"It is done. Our foe is-eh?"​

The liquid puddle at the Vision's feet, what was left of the Super Skrull, suddenly came to life and lashed out at the vision with quickly hardening tentacles covered in deadly looking spikes.​

The surprised synthezoid barely has time to shift to ghost like intangibility before the tentacles find their mark, pass through him harmlessly and lash about furiously for having done so.​

"Interesting" the Vision intones flatly as he takes to the air and clears the writhing mass in the instant before it reforms into a furious Super Skrull who raised his fists defiantly once more.​

He was being forced to aknowledge that this 'Avengers' were not enemies to be taken lightly. The battle was taking its toll, but he was not beaten yet.​

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[sabetoonth]

"I apologize for joining in the battle earlier Captain America." said the Vision. His electronic voice unexpectedly coming through on Captain America's communicator while the synthezoid himself remained still high above, his lips unmoving.​

"But I have been busy wirelessly deactivating gas and electricity mains as needed to prevent fires or explosions; while simultaneously masquerading as multiple 911 dispatchers and coordinating the disparate civil servant response teams to maximum effect. With that task complete and our young ally seeing to the wounded, I am free to aid you more directly."​

With that the Vision willed his body to its maximum diamond hard density and began a frighteningly fast descent from directly aboved the alien who, for the moment, was giving Thor his full attention.​

The Skrull loosed a jet of intense flame at the Thunderer who staggered slightly in the face of the sudden intense heat and raised a hand to shield his eyes as they adjusted to the glare.​

In that same instant the Vision came crashing down, feet first, on the Skrull's head. There was a sickening crunch followed by a wet squishing sound and the cracking of concrete and when it was over the Vision was left standing where the Super Skrull had been a moment earlier.​

"It is done. Our foe is-eh?"​

The liquid puddle at the Vision's feet, what was left of the Super Skrull, suddenly came to life and lashed out at the vision with quickly hardening tentacles covered in deadly looking spikes.​

The surprised synthezoid barely has time to shift to ghost like intangibility before the tentacles find their mark, pass through him harmlessly and lash about furiously for having done so.​

"Interesting" the Vision intones flatly as he takes to the air and clears the writhing mass in the instant before it reforms into a furious Super Skrull who raised his fists defiantly once more.​

He was being forced to aknowledge that this 'Avengers' were not enemies to be taken lightly. The battle was taking its toll, but he was not beaten yet.​

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Ten minutes previous, Bruce Banner was talking to an operative of an organization that’s supposed to be dead. But yet there he was about to pass over the Hudson river in some kind of super jet thing where he was to rendezvous with a number of other heroes.

“So, do we know what to expect Coulson?” the operative looked at Bruce.

“Doctor, we need you to bring it on, all of it, because right now this thing is tangling with seven plus superheroes, Captain America, Iron Man, the one calling himself Thor.” Bruce new all these names meant power, but with four other meta-humans, that was a powerful alien.

“So how are you going to induce me?” Bruce asked turning as they opened the back of the jet.

“We aren't, you are, just hope you change before you hit the asphalt.” Bruce looked down, not a good idea. He suddenly visualized the entire trip down as if he just stepped off the plane. Coulson holstered a 9mm and grabbed an M16. He was decked out in a suit that must have been a few decades into the future when compared to the cutting edge tech Bruce had seen in tests at the base. “We’ll be standing by for the clean up of this thing if needed.” Bruce eyed the gun. “And only if it is truly needed will we apply force in combat.” Banner and Coulson nodded at each other. Stepping to the edge Bruce felt unsure about it, he wasn’t sure he would be able to make it. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and though how dead he was if this didn’t work. Bruce took a few steps back then ran out the back leaning backwards.

The descent was…remarkable, the city lights passing by, then the change started, Bruce felt his bones churn and grind against each other as they morphed and twisted. He saw green, he slowly, was consumed by it.

The changes finished just before it hit the ground, this incredible hulk. The asphalt crunched on impact. The crater’s bottom rustled and gravel rose as the concave bowl, grew a convex bubble. The debris rolled and fell away. The shape of what was once Dr Bruce Banner shook itself like a dog to clear further debris clinging to it’s olive epidermis. He looked around snorted looking for the conflict he heard. He would smash.

 

[CoreBrute]

Sandman

Flint Marko, looked up at the man holding the lever, the man who had tied him up and tortured him for this experiment, who had stripped him naked and had who knows what implanted into his skin. “Tinkerer I’m going to kill you, you b******! I will never work for you or that M***** F***** Big Man! I will kill u when I get out of here, u hear me?” he struggled against his binding

The man smiled at Marko. “Oh poor Marko. You don’t realize what’s happening. This procedure will render your whole body into sand, and your mind will disappear. It will reform in time, but by then, we will have shaped you like a sand sculpture into the perfect little soldier.” Flint snarled and lashed out verbally at the scientist.

“You F****r, I will kill you if it’s the last thing I do!” The Tinkerer just chuckled softly.
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Floyd stood outside a warehouse in New York City, dressed in a lab coat with goggles on his eyes, while wearing a purple headband that glowed gently. He did not look like a man on a rescue mission; he looked like an old man going senile. But Floyd didn’t care what he looked like.

“I’m coming for you Marko.” He thought aloud. Then he focused on the doors of the warehouse, and two metallic tendrils grabbed at the door and pulled it off its hinges. Several armed thugs charged out and started firing at him, but in a moment the tendrils covered him like a shield.

“Get out of my way, fools.” And he just walked towards the thugs, whose bullets ricocheted off his shield, until he was within arm’s reach of them, and the shield turned into a pair of fists and bashed their heads against the wall.

As Floyd walked further into the warehouse, his goggles, revealed to him several interesting facts. The warehouse descended several floors down, there were silent alarms going off everywhere and two security drones armed with high powered lasers were advancing towards him.

“Amateurs.” Floyd thought aloud. “I’ll get you Marko don’t worry.”
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The Tinkerer looked at Flint Marko, as he pushed the lever. “Enjoy this Flint. Your finally making something of yourself.” And the machines whirred as pain eclipsed all of Marko’s mind, as he felt himself disappear.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Marko screamed his last word.

To be continued…

 

[Optikal]

"I apologize for joining in the battle earlier Captain America." said the Vision. His electronic voice unexpectedly coming through on Captain America's communicator while the synthezoid himself remained still high above, his lips unmoving.​

"But I have been busy wirelessly deactivating gas and electricity mains as needed to prevent fires or explosions; while simultaneously masquerading as multiple 911 dispatchers and coordinating the disparate civil servant response teams to maximum effect. With that task complete and our young ally seeing to the wounded, I am free to aid you more directly."​

With that the Vision willed his body to its maximum diamond hard density and began a frighteningly fast descent from directly aboved the alien who, for the moment, was giving Thor his full attention.​

The Skrull loosed a jet of intense flame at the Thunderer who staggered slightly in the face of the sudden intense heat and raised a hand to shield his eyes as they adjusted to the glare.​

In that same instant the Vision came crashing down, feet first, on the Skrull's head. There was a sickening crunch followed by a wet squishing sound and the cracking of concrete and when it was over the Vision was left standing where the Super Skrull had been a moment earlier.​

"It is done. Our foe is-eh?"​

The liquid puddle at the Vision's feet, what was left of the Super Skrull, suddenly came to life and lashed out at the vision with quickly hardening tentacles covered in deadly looking spikes.​

The surprised synthezoid barely has time to shift to ghost like intangibility before the tentacles find their mark, pass through him harmlessly and lash about furiously for having done so.​

"Interesting" the Vision intones flatly as he takes to the air and clears the writhing mass in the instant before it reforms into a furious Super Skrull who raised his fists defiantly once more.​

He was being forced to aknowledge that this 'Avengers' were not enemies to be taken lightly. The battle was taking its toll, but he was not beaten yet.​

​

​

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The Thunderer, his armour charred and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth stood tall, his eyes fixed upon the monster. All around him, the assembled heroes stood in defiance, a show of strength, unity and power he had not seen in a good long time. Indeed, these humans were as formidable as the greatest his beloved Asgard had to offer.

Thor grasped his hammer and stepped forth. "You are a worthy opponent warrior, but this is a fight you cannot win..."

He didn't believe the creature in front of him would cede defeat, but this battle had to end one way or the other and Thor would not let these valiant mortals fall to this beast.

"This is the only chance you get. Heed my words and stand down".

​

 

[sabetoonth]

Ten minutes previous, Bruce Banner was talking to an operative of an organization that’s supposed to be dead. But yet there he was about to pass over the Hudson river in some kind of super jet thing where he was to rendezvous with a number of other heroes.

“So, do we know what to expect Coulson?” the operative looked at Bruce.

“Doctor, we need you to bring it on, all of it, because right now this thing is tangling with seven plus superheroes, Captain America, Iron Man, the one calling himself Thor.” Bruce new all these names meant power, but with four other meta-humans, that was a powerful alien.

“So how are you going to induce me?” Bruce asked turning as they opened the back of the jet.

“We aren't, you are, just hope you change before you hit the asphalt.” Bruce looked down, not a good idea. He suddenly visualized the entire trip down as if he just stepped off the plane. Coulson holstered a 9mm and grabbed an M16. He was decked out in a suit that must have been a few decades into the future when compared to the cutting edge tech Bruce had seen in tests at the base. “We’ll be standing by for the clean up of this thing if needed.” Bruce eyed the gun. “And only if it is truly needed will we apply force in combat.” Banner and Coulson nodded at each other. Stepping to the edge Bruce felt unsure about it, he wasn’t sure he would be able to make it. He closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and though how dead he was if this didn’t work. Bruce took a few steps back then ran out the back leaning backwards.

The descent was…remarkable, the city lights passing by, then the change started, Bruce felt his bones churn and grind against each other as they morphed and twisted. He saw green, he slowly, was consumed by it.

The changes finished just before it hit the ground, this incredible hulk. The asphalt crunched on impact. The crater’s bottom rustled and gravel rose as the concave bowl, grew a convex bubble. The debris rolled and fell away. The shape of what was once Dr Bruce Banner shook itself like a dog to clear further debris clinging to it’s olive epidermis. He looked around snorted looking for the conflict he heard. He would smash.

[During the Fall]

Time went by oddly in Bruce’s mind, a fall from a plane above New York that might go by in a few seconds, goes by in much longer time. He approched the green giant with caution it seemed to be in a reasonable state for some reason. But when it noticed him, it roared after him. At first his fight or flight reflexes kicked in, but he chose the unusual option to fight. With a look of determination on his face he shouted out in defiance.

“NO!” it stopped right in front of him with a look of confusion. ”No, this is my mind! My body!” The thing continued to look at him. “YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN! PEOPLE NEED HELP AND ALL YOU EVER DO IS DESTROY THINGS AND MAKE IT WORSE!” he shouted. It shrank back, frightened by this sudden show of aggression from the weakling Banner. After standing there for a few moments, it roared back at him and charged. Bruce felt the cold chill going down his spine as he ran at it as well. When they collided and the dust settled there was some invisible force keeping them from impacting. The brute knocked on it and it sounded like glass. Bruce ran his finger along it and it felt like steel. He sat down infront of it and rubbed his temples. The behemoth tilted its head in observation before mimicking the smaller being. Bruce looked up at this; he smiled to himself a bit. Like a child it copied every movement he made.

“You’re not so bad I guess…” Bruce stated into the silence between the two. “A lot of people are scared of you ya know.” This got his attention. “They think you’re a monster, who can’t control himself.” the hulk thing looked at Bruce trying to understand. “But this time we can show them you can be a good guy.” Bruce was seeing if maybe he could convince it to fight the monster and just the monster. “You wanna do that too?” he understood this and nodded his head enthusiastically. “You need a name ya know…something for people to call you that’s proper.” They both stood up and paced. “Something that no one else has used, something of your own.” Bruce’s eyes lit up a bit remembering the little operation HAMMER had while he was in their custody.

The creature ran through the streets of NYC hopping over cars being careful of his surroundings. He leaped over an upturned taxi cab. Getting close he could hear it.

 

[CoreBrute]

Sandman

Flint Marko, looked up at the man holding the lever, the man who had tied him up and tortured him for this experiment, who had stripped him naked and had who knows what implanted into his skin. “Tinkerer I’m going to kill you, you b******! I will never work for you or that M***** F***** Big Man! I will kill u when I get out of here, u hear me?” he struggled against his binding

The man smiled at Marko. “Oh poor Marko. You don’t realize what’s happening. This procedure will render your whole body into sand, and your mind will disappear. It will reform in time, but by then, we will have shaped you like a sand sculpture into the perfect little soldier.” Flint snarled and lashed out verbally at the scientist.

“You F****r, I will kill you if it’s the last thing I do!” The Tinkerer just chuckled softly.
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Floyd stood outside a warehouse in New York City, dressed in a lab coat with goggles on his eyes, while wearing a purple headband that glowed gently. He did not look like a man on a rescue mission; he looked like an old man going senile. But Floyd didn’t care what he looked like.

“I’m coming for you Marko.” He thought aloud. Then he focused on the doors of the warehouse, and two metallic tendrils grabbed at the door and pulled it off its hinges. Several armed thugs charged out and started firing at him, but in a moment the tendrils covered him like a shield.

“Get out of my way, fools.” And he just walked towards the thugs, whose bullets ricocheted off his shield, until he was within arm’s reach of them, and the shield turned into a pair of fists and bashed their heads against the wall.

As Floyd walked further into the warehouse, his goggles, revealed to him several interesting facts. The warehouse descended several floors down, there were silent alarms going off everywhere and two security drones armed with high powered lasers were advancing towards him.

“Amateurs.” Floyd thought aloud. “I’ll get you Marko don’t worry.”
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The Tinkerer looked at Flint Marko, as he pushed the lever. “Enjoy this Flint. Your finally making something of yourself.” And the machines whirred as pain eclipsed all of Marko’s mind, as he felt himself disappear.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Marko screamed his last word.

To be continued…

Sandman

Floyd Baker glared down the heavily armed drone who stood in his way, but not in frustration but with a critical eye.

"Poor energy converters, wastes too much power in heat output, wrong choice in material. I would have recommended a gold-titanium alloy, perhaps carbonated Palladium if your low on funds..." The drone started to shake violently before it's head fell off, and the rest of the machine broke apart into pieces. The nanobots then rose out of the machine and surrounded Floyd like a cloud of wasps.

"Good. I was sick of staring at that piece of junk." The wasps then formed on the floor a solid disk which he stepped on, that lifted him and carried him down a tunnel.
I'm coming for you son.
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The Tinkerer looked over the pile of sand that was all that remained of a, as he would call it, waste of matter. Now he could be better utilized as his current state of matter. Then he turned to notice the alarm whirring over his head.

"What on earth..." The heavily locked steel door that protected the room from outside influence, was torn off it's hinges, with two thugs armed with the best laundered money can buy thrown into the room. The Tinkerer turned to see the man who walked in. "Who the devil do you think you-ARG!" He felt himself choke as tiny robots tightened around his neck like a noose.

Floyd walked in, scanning the room, before turning to look at the Tinkerer. "Where is Flint Marko?" Seeing the inventor start to turn blue, he clenched his fist, and the nanobots loosened their grip.
The Tinkerer looked up at him. "Who are you? Do you know whose work you are disrupting you little-Ack!"
Floyd grabbed the scientist by his collar.
"I will not ask again Tinkerer, where is Flint Marko?" The Tinkerer coughed before pointing at the sand.

"That's him." Floyd dropped the scientist before heading to the sand and kneeling down next to it. "No...I was too late."

Then he heard a small buzzing sound, before a sharp splutter of electricity shot out of the console, and the goggles stopped scanning. Floyd looked behind him to see the Tinkerer holding a small device the size of a coin.

"Portable EMP pulser. Stops everything more advanced than a toaster in a meter radius. Unfortunately for you," He pulls out of his lab coat a 9mm glock. "pistols are notoriously simple mechanically." He announces. "This is what you get for interrupting an experiment, and crossing the Big Man you senile old fool."

With a pull of the trigger, Floyd closed his eyes in fear. I don't want to die...

to be continued...

 

[J'adore]

"Agent Zero, Agent Young get down to the Helicarrier, there you'll meet Agent Pierce, together the three of you will get that baby stareted! Agent Morales and Agent Black, get down to the LMD's, boost them up and make sure Agent Hook is appointed as leader! Agent Quatermain, get a hold of Agent Hill, tell her to abort her mission and report back to me, immediately! Agent Rushman and Agent Richardson you'll follow me! The rest of you, back to work!"

I roar the orders out to my Agents. I point sternly and make vicious eye contact to anyone who stops to look at me. My forhead sweats, so I slide off my red headband. Chris comes up behind me, patting my shoulder. I smile at him and he gives me a wink, before jogging off down the halls. Natasha and Derrick immediately come to my side, weapons in tact.

"We will get Agent Danvers, Carter. Don't worry at all about her..."

"I'm not. I'm more worried about The Avengers themselves."
​

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[CoreBrute]

Sandman

Floyd Baker glared down the heavily armed drone who stood in his way, but not in frustration but with a critical eye.

"Poor energy converters, wastes too much power in heat output, wrong choice in material. I would have recommended a gold-titanium alloy, perhaps carbonated Palladium if your low on funds..." The drone started to shake violently before it's head fell off, and the rest of the machine broke apart into pieces. The nanobots then rose out of the machine and surrounded Floyd like a cloud of wasps.

"Good. I was sick of staring at that piece of junk." The wasps then formed on the floor a solid disk which he stepped on, that lifted him and carried him down a tunnel.
I'm coming for you son.
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The Tinkerer looked over the pile of sand that was all that remained of a, as he would call it, waste of matter. Now he could be better utilized as his current state of matter. Then he turned to notice the alarm whirring over his head.

"What on earth..." The heavily locked steel door that protected the room from outside influence, was torn off it's hinges, with two thugs armed with the best laundered money can buy thrown into the room. The Tinkerer turned to see the man who walked in. "Who the devil do you think you-ARG!" He felt himself choke as tiny robots tightened around his neck like a noose.

Floyd walked in, scanning the room, before turning to look at the Tinkerer. "Where is Flint Marko?" Seeing the inventor start to turn blue, he clenched his fist, and the nanobots loosened their grip.
The Tinkerer looked up at him. "Who are you? Do you know whose work you are disrupting you little-Ack!"
Floyd grabbed the scientist by his collar.
"I will not ask again Tinkerer, where is Flint Marko?" The Tinkerer coughed before pointing at the sand.

"That's him." Floyd dropped the scientist before heading to the sand and kneeling down next to it. "No...I was too late."

Then he heard a small buzzing sound, before a sharp splutter of electricity shot out of the console, and the goggles stopped scanning. Floyd looked behind him to see the Tinkerer holding a small device the size of a coin.

"Portable EMP pulser. Stops everything more advanced than a toaster in a meter radius. Unfortunately for you," He pulls out of his lab coat a 9mm glock. "pistols are notoriously simple mechanically." He announces. "This is what you get for interrupting an experiment, and crossing the Big Man you senile old fool."

With a pull of the trigger, Floyd closed his eyes in fear. I don't want to die...

to be continued...

Sandman

As the bullet left the pistol, Floyd heard a brief rustle before a thud a few centimeters from his face. He hesitated before opening his eyes.

In front of him was a curved shield composed of a grainy like substance. He reached to touch it, and was shocked by what he felt. "Sand..." He looked at the sand he was kneeling at, and saw that it had formed itself into a solid shield.

The Tinkerer was flabbergasted, and visibly shaking. "How? His mind shouldn't be coherent enough to form shapes, let alone react to the sound of a bullet!"

Floyd looked at the shield, before grasping at his forehead. He felt the headband he used to control the silicon nanobots (those were destroyed by the EMP pulse). Did he hear my thoughts? Can I interact with the sand particle-I mean Flint through this? his thoughts were interrupted however by the sound of more bullets slamming futileness into the shield surface.

"Die damn you!" Tinkerer yelled, in hysteria, before his pistol made a click sound instead of a bang. The Tinkerer should have realized his gun was out of bullets, but perhaps his genius decided to step back and let the fear think it could will more bullets by pulling the trigger.

I really want to hit this guy.Floyd thought to himself. Then he saw the shield shift, into the form of a clenched huge human fist. "Oh wait hold on Fli-" But he was cut off by the sight of seeing the Tinkerer punched into the wall.

"Ouch." Floyd said, but secretly quite pleased with Flint's actions. Flint...I forgot, my poor boy! I need to get to my lab to fix him, but how am I going to- "Whoa!" He felt the sand collapse around his body, holding him. Then he saw the sand form what appeared to be a drill, aiming for the wall.

"Oh no no NO!" He screamed as his son drilled a new tunnel under New York City.

To be continued...

 

[sabetoonth]

The Thunderer, his armour charred and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth stood tall, his eyes fixed upon the monster. All around him, the assembled heroes stood in defiance, a show of strength, unity and power he had not seen in a good long time. Indeed, these humans were as formidable as the greatest his beloved Asgard had to offer.

Thor grasped his hammer and stepped forth. "You are a worthy opponent warrior, but this is a fight you cannot win..."

He didn't believe the creature in front of him would cede defeat, but this battle had to end one way or the other and Thor would not let these valiant mortals fall to this beast.

"This is the only chance you get. Heed my words and stand down".

The beast thing entered Times Square moments after he started his search, there it was, the monster, the thing he was suppposed to attack and beat. He skidded to a near stop carrying all his momentum into his fists which clasped together and swung. The green pointy eared thing turned just in time to see huge jade hands club him in the face, sending him realing through the air.


“HULK. SMASH!”

 

[CoreBrute]

Sandman

Floyd looked upwards at his son, who was easily a foot taller than him , wearing short black hair and a green coat. Floyd’s tears welled up as he stared into his son’s empty brown eyes. The father and son due had reached his lab, flint somehow acquiring knowledge of the location via the telepathic link. What was sad was that even though there was a door, Flint drilled a new hole in the side.

“Flint? Flint, do you recognize me?” He asked faintly, hoping for a response. The man in front of him made no reaction. “Flint it’s me, your father, Floyd. Do you know me?” The man responded in a slow gravelly voice.

“Father.” It was not a question and there was no emotion in his voice. It was a fact, like a computer processing new data. Floyd threw his arms around his son, hoping to find something alive there, something to hold onto. Instead he felt in his fingers no human flesh, but sand, he felt it fall through his fingers. Floyd banged his fist against his son’s granite like chest screaming in frustration.

“No! No, if I was only a few minutes sooner, I could have saved u! I tried Flint, I tried! Why my son? Why didn’t I save u? Flint!” He slumped to his knees, before rubbing the pain from his eyes, before looking up with a fury in his eyes that could have turned Flint to glass. But Flint wasn’t the target of his anger.

“Don’t worry son. I’ll get revenge for you, for us! Revenge against the Big Man, and against that damned Tinkerer!” He exclaims, before standing up and heading over to one of the nearby computers and begins typing furiously.

“I will get your mind back, don’t worry my boy. I promise I won’t fail you again.” He says more softly.

The being who was once Flint Marko stood in the middle of the lab, like a statue or centerpiece, while a father he didn’t know worked to save a life he could not remember. But the fact in his mind pulsed like a beating heart.

Father

 

[J'adore]

SIX WEEKS AGO.

Slamming her fists down on the dark table, Natalia looked on in frustration.

"You want me to what!?"

"I'm not having Natalia join me! I thought I was doing pretty well on my mission anyway!"

"That b*tch Sin nearly killed me. Ulysses betrayed me and Jocasta's off on a quest of Discovery. I have no means to work with you!" Rita DeMara (the current Wasp and former AIM leader/founder) stands stern and still, facing the four other girls.

"Enough! Natasha - you will and you must join H.A.M.M.E.R under the wing of Director 13. Carmilla - You're a sleeper, we need to have a more upfront proposition. Rita - If you hate Sin as much as me then you'll stick with us, if you know what's good for you! The only way to get to those damn Nazi's is through H.A.M.M.E.R!"

Silver Sablinova. Top mercenary in the world. Natalia Romanova. Best female spy in the world. Carmilla Black. Most skilled sleeper agent to hit the US. Rita DeMara. Founded AIM, one of the most intelligent women in the world.

"My beef is with Leona Hiss. I don't care about the rest. My end of the bargain has to be filled."

"And of course, Silver, you all answer to me," Scarlet. One of the most powerful enchantresses in the whole entire universe. Currently in the X-Men. Sleeper agent for the Brotherhood, father Eric Lensherr.

Scarlet's red cloak was the focus of the room. All four girls turned their attention instantly to her mouth. Scarlet's eyes glared a deep red as she elgonated her arm, sticking out her hand and speaking in mathematical terms. "She's casting a hex..."

"Molecular Immobilization, dammit!" The girls instantly became paralyzed, not with fear but with reluctance. They struggled against Scarlet's molecular immobilization hex. Soon they all stand perfectly still, not one muscle flinches.

Yet, Scarlet continues to chant continously.

"Welcome to the Sisterhood..."

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[The Question]

Norman entered his office, having Bernard wait in the lobby, ready to lave at a moments notice. The subject would be there in mere minutes.

Osborn’s office was neatly furnished, an oak desk varnished and stained a red hue. His chair a black leather. Papers in slight disarray, Mac’s observation picked up on a certain frustration in Osborn, like he hadnt found the latest breakthrough or something part of it was the sweat he had missed on his forhead with the hankercheif that was stuffed in his pocket..
Rolling up to the desk he reached his hand out friendly like to the business man.

“Working hard Mr Osborn? I hear you need a superhero.”

Norman shook Gargan's hand.

"It's not me that needs one," he said. "It's the city of New York."

Norman walked towards the door of his office.

"Now, if you'll come this way, I'll show you where you'll be having your treatments."

 

[sabetoonth]

Norman entered his office, having Bernard wait in the lobby, ready to lave at a moments notice. The subject would be there in mere minutes.



Norman shook Gargan's hand.

"It's not me that needs one," he said. "It's the city of New York."

Norman walked towards the door of his office.

"Now, if you'll come this way, I'll show you where you'll be having your treatments."

Mac Gargan: The Scorpion​

“Well, then, Lead the way.” Mac motioned infront of him with one hand, the other still on the wheel of his chair.

He glided across the floor on his too wheels right there behind Norman, only behind because the businessman was leading the way.

The laboratory was large, but shiny and expensive looking, which it no doubt was.

“So, what kind of treatments will I be receiving Mr Osborn?” Gargan qued.

 

[Andy C.]

"Okay, I think that should do it," I say as I finish the makeshift sling I've made from webbing to set the teen's arm. The poor guy's got to be only about as old as, well, me, heh, and his left arm has been broken in three places, not to mention he's got cuts and bruises all over from being pelted with glass and rubble. "There are ambulances about a block down that way, just behind the police barricade. Keep your head down and don't make too much noise, and you should be able to make it there okay."

He nods, then makes his way towards the ambulances, using his one good arm to cover his head from any other possible debris.

I've been patching up as many of the wounded as I can, pointing the ones who can walk towards help, and taking the ones who can't there myself....well, the ones that I can move without injuring them even more. At least Captain America and the other heroes have been keeping that monster busy, keeping him distracted so he can't hurt anyone else. But there are still so many hurt, so much that's been wrecked and ruined. Times Square looks like a bomb was dropped on it.

I'm sure Mr. J. Jonah Jameson of the Daily Bugle is going to have a field day with this. "Spider-Man Hits Broadway, Disaster Ensues."

As I scan the area looking for other people to tend to, I see that the big Thor guy is staring the monster down. Looks like we might finally have this wrapped up and--

The beast thing entered Times Square moments after he started his search, there it was, the monster, the thing he was suppposed to attack and beat. He skidded to a near stop carrying all his momentum into his fists which clasped together and swung. The green pointy eared thing turned just in time to see huge jade hands club him in the face, sending him realing through the air.


“HULK. SMASH!”

"Oh no."

It's the big green guy from the first time the heroes got together. By himself, he tore up half of Downtown Manhattan. Now he's back on the loose.

On the one hand, he did just clobber the other evil green guy pretty righteously. On the other hand, no matter which side he's on, I imagine this fight is going to get a lot more destructive.

I pry open the door of an overturned car, and the man inside is reasonably okay from what I can tell. He's still dazed, but alive.

He crawls out from the wreckage, and mumbles "Wh-...what's going on?"

"Run."

"But what--"

"No time, no questions, just RUN!"

 

[Andy C.]

The operation in the Adirondack mountains was carried out without a hitch. Most of the mutants that made up the 'Freedom Force' insurgent group had mutations that barely distinguished them from humans, such as having slightly scaly skin, or being able to see a wider spectrum of light. The only thing that made them dangerous was the fact that they had guns and homemade bombs and were intending to use them on the general populace. If they had just registered, the X-Men wouldn't have even looked their way, let alone drop a cleanup crew on them. As it stood, Colossus, Multiple Man, Hyperion, and myself were able to disarm and disable the entire camp in under three minutes.

The insurgents didn't go down without a fight, however--some of Madrox's multiples were pretty severely injured by a girl who called herself Marrow, and two more by a man who went by the name of Quill--but they were taken down quickly enough. The human sympathizers were all turned over to Homeland Security, while the mutants have all been taken by HAMMER. I assume they're being processed right now on their way to Genosha Bay.

Back at the Institute, Colonel Haller has dismissed us following our debriefing, allowing the team to get some R&R and for medics to look at Madrox's wounds. As the team disperses, I stay in my seat in the War Room.

"Colonel, if I could have a word with you," I say when Colossus leaves, leaving only Haller and myself in the room.

"Something else you want to report, Summers?" the Colonel says, an eyebrow raised.

"Sir, before we carried out the attack, while we were waiting in position...." I take a second, trying to gather myself so as not to sound like I'm being hysterical. "I heard Jean's voice."

"First Sergeant Grey? That's not surprising. I understand you two were...close," he says with an obvious tone of disapproval. "I understand that her going missing is causing you a lot of stress. Are you sure you weren't just hearing things?"

"All due respect, sir, I know what's just my imagination and what isn't. Jean's a telepath, and we don't even know how powerful she can get. She was calling out to me specifically, sir. She's still out there, she's still alive, and she's calling to me!"

"Grey went missing in Washington, DC. Tonight's mission was in upstate New York. You're suggesting that First Sergeant Grey was able to project a telepathic message from at least 400 miles, probably much greater since we still haven't ascertained where the Brotherhood took her. Even Professor Xavier himself would have had difficulty doing that. I know you want to find her, and believe me, so do I. But unless she was able to tell you where she was so we can investigate, there really isn't anything we can do beyond what we're already doing."

My blood begins to run hot when he says that. He sends half of our forces on one roundup after another, then acts like he's doing everything in his power to find Jean.

"Colonel Haller, sir," I say, growing impatient, "I have to request that a team is formed specifically to locate and recover First Sergeant Grey. I'm the most qualified for search and rescue operations like this one. If I can put a team together, we can--"

"First Sergeant Grey's rescue and recovery are tied into our operations against the Brotherhood," Haller interrupts me. "And all of our operations concerning the Brotherhood are currently under the command of Captain Worthington. You are still in a position where you are emotionally compromised, therefore I cannot allow you to jeopardize any X-Men mission against Magneto while this personal conflict of interest is at play. Your request is denied, Captain Summers."

I bite down on my lip to prevent an outburst, and Colonel Haller turns to leave the room.

As he reaches the door, he stops and turns back to me.

"The ironic thing, Summers, is that you would have had my full permission to lead the rescue mission, if you had followed my orders and not gotten personally involved with Grey in the first place."

It's all I can do to not blast a hole through Haller's chest, but I keep myself in check while he leaves.

I head to the gym for an hour or so to blow off steam, then head to my bunk. When I step into my room, I see a large sealed envelope on my bed.

SCOTT SUMMERS: FOR YOUR EYES ONLY, it reads on the outside.

I close the door behind me, and I open the envelope. In it, I find what appears to be a collection of journals, notepads, and pamphlets. Someone's personal effects.

I pick up one of the leather-bound journals and begin to thumb through it......and I feel my pulse quicken as I recognize the handwriting.

These documents had been missing since the assassination in 1994. Where they went, what they contained, nobody knew. And now they're sitting right here on my desk.

These are the lost writings of Charles Xavier.

 

[J'adore]

The Helicarrier makes the streets of New York look dark and dangerous as it hovers over the heroic scene.

Agent Zero, Agent Young Agent Hook of the LMD's, Special Agent Maria Hill, Agent Rushman and Agent Richardson are all standing in the Helicarrier, watching. The pilots - Black and Morales stop the Helicarrier from moving, sounding the speakers.

-Heroes, this is Sharon Carter, Director 13 of H.A.M.M.E.R...I hear by formally ask you to stand down or else you will all be stood down by force-

My eyes catch a quick glimpse of Cap. I place my hand on the glass, a moment of weakness. But Agent Zero pulls me back into reality.

"Shall I get Special Agent Hill and the LMD's to go down there?"

I shake my head. Meaning the answer is No. Instead, myself and Agent Rushman will go. Accompanied by a few LMD's.

-Agent Danvers, this is your boss speaking, please stop these antics as the Super Skrull is now in the hands of H.A.M.M.E.R-

The door slides open, letting down a thing grey rope. I slide on my gloves and arm myself to the fullest. Natasha suits up too and together we race down the rope, jumping down to the streets, the LMD's following us.

"Hook, make sure you and the other LMD's keep the people away and clear. Then after that, I'll give the Helicarrier signal to get the heroes on board. Ready Natasha?"

I turn to look at Natasha, who smirks with excitement. I get out my power-bound cuffs and swing them around my fingers.

"So who's first to climb on board?" I question, Natasha stands behind me, holding a spas 12 gun over her shoulder.
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[sabetoonth]

"The fight was... it was different."

The fight was a lot more than different it was something I could have never imagine but the thing I can't seem to get out of my head is why didn't his powers work for me?

I know for a fact that I mimic his powers i could feel it but yet It didn't work. Because of that, my plan to take it's power and fight it went south someone could have really gotten hurt. Next time I will have to do better than what I did. I can't afford to make these mistakes not anymore.

“Yeah well kid, fights like that happen a lot in war, you can only serve as a distraction. There’s no beating the opponent on the spot. Need to know about them and take them out.” Victor said as they waited for the mental signal to reach Haller and for him to send a chopper or other vehicle to get them back over the boarder and back at base.

“Ok boys and girls, all aboard” Victor had commanded as the helicopter arrived.

The ride “home” was a mostly silent one, everyone pretty much kept to themselves. As they saw the mansion on the horizon Victor spoke up.

“If you want, and we could all sure as hell use it, everyone get some R&R.” he needed some down time, even if he was going into the gym.

After landing pretty much everyone went to their rooms, Victor on the other hand went into the gym and started lifting weights, his super strength didn’t stick out here, didn’t among the Brotherhood either, but the brotherhood didn’t have its own gym, Victor usually either lifting rocks or simply go out free running in the nearest wilderness. Even in urban environments he ran the walls and rooftops.

As he curled 200 pounds he noticed Summers enter and get a good work out, not a day ago this guy was shoot a beam of red energy into his arm. Victor glared at him focused still on the weight lifting. One of these days he was gonna take his head off. He chose his side, the way of the good little human soldier.