The "Dawn Of Marvels" RPG: Year One

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Steady...steady...Dum Dum, raise your end up...Peggy, swing around left...ok, good. Set him down."

The agents laid the huge block of ice down in the wet, biting snow. Fury knelt down, examining the figure encased in the icy tomb.

"Is this where you've been all these years, old friend? Is this what happened to you?”

-

April 29, 1945

Nick Fury sat in his tent, going over the battle plans one last time by the light of his lantern.

“Sergeant Fury, a word with you?”

Fury stood quickly to attention at the arrival of General Eisenhower.

“Yes sir.”

“Let’s step outside, Nick.”

Fury completed his salute and nodded. He felt his heart skip a beat, sensing something was wrong judging by the General’s demeanor.

The night air was brisk, a cool wind blowing through the forest.

“There’s no easy way to say this, and I was never one for fancy words. Captain America will not be joining the assault tomorrow. He was killed in action early this afternoon.”

Fury felt like a semi truck had hit him. Captain America had not only been a symbol for the American dream and a representation of all that was good and decent in America but Steve Rogers, the man beneath the mask, was one of the bravest souls, finest soldiers, and best friends Nick Fury had ever known. They had both grown up during the Roaring Twenties and through the Great Depression, Nick on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen and Steve in a tough Brooklyn neighborhood. They had known each other in passing through their school years, but the real bond came when they signed on for service in the war. They had been enrolled in the Weapons Plus program, Nick in Project Infinity and Steve in Project Rebirth. Captain America had been partnered up with the Howling Commandos several times throughout the course of the war, for those missions that nobody else dare take, and the friendship grew.

“Sir, if I may ask, what happened?”

“The details are classified above top secret, son. Classified above even my clearances. Given the unique nature of Cap’s part in this war, on top of what he meant and symbolized, the general populous will not even be notified of his death. The fallout from the news could be catastrophic to our efforts. Me, you, and the highest offices in Washington are the only one to know. You can’t even tell the other Commandos.”

“Understood, General.”

-

“The rumors were true, then? The real Cap was KIA and they replaced him until after the war?” Koenig knelt down with Fury beside the icy casket.

“Yes. I’ve known since the night before we went into Berlin. Cap was more than just a soldier; he was the physical moral and emotional representation of the war effort and the country. We needed a Cap, so they threw some poor private in a costume and had him do some public appearances before ‘retiring’.”

“So, what do we do?”

“Take his body back home, perform the proper procedures, and give him the final rest he deserves.”

“That’s all well and good, but how are we gonna get this on a little transport copter that had enough trouble carrying us in through this weather.”

“We’re not taking a chopper back out. New transport was completed in time for extraction.”

“What, we gotta lug this bloody Popsicle some hundred and fifty miles to the ocean to meet a carrier.”

“I told you guys…looks aren’t everything.”

The low humming of engine from above prompted the former Commandos to look to the sky. Low at first, it grew with every passing second, the shadows in the clouds growing increasingly darker.

“Oh my…”

The vessel burst through the clouds in majestic fashion, the roar of its engines and glistening armor announcing its arrival.

“Gentlemen, the peak of military transport…the Helicarrier.”

 

[Mr. Marko]

"I still can't believe they're cuttin' into our vacation time, Reed."

Agent Grimm chewed on a Snickers bar as the two of them surveyed what seemed like the left-overs of battle scene in Leicester Square. "I know, Ben. You're the one who signed up for this job though, aren't you?"

Ben grunted. "No, I signed up for shootin' up terrorists and getting the ladies. Not interupted vactions." He pushed up his aviator sunglasses and knelt down, examining the crater. "Who do you figure did all this?"

"Well, I hate to say it Ben, but I think this was all a single person."

Ben stood up and turned to his partner. "Are you serious?"

"Take a look at this." He waved a small device over the concrete, and a small bar on the far left of its screen raised quickly.

"Uhh...cool, Reed. What does it mean?"

"Gamma radiation. There are traces of gamma radiation all over this place."

Ben scratched his head. "Yeah? So?"

"Listen, what I'm about to tell you is-"

"Classified. For my ears only. If I ever tell anyone bla bla bla. Reed, I've got nobody else to tell."

Reed nodded. "Right. A while back there was secret government testing with the use of concentrated gamma rays. They were trying to take a new look at warfare."

"What, like new bombs and stuff?"

"No, nothing like that. It was hypothesized that a concentrated bombardment of gamma radiation paired with the proper conditions could increase human performance potential." He placed the scanner in his pocket. "Think if you could make soldiers bullet-proof, or give them the ability to breathe underwater."

"You'd put the entire arms business out of a job."

"Which is exactly why the project was never pursued. At least, that is what they said happened."

Ben grunted. "What do you mean?"

"It wasn't just closed. The entire project disappeared from existance as if it had never happened. The whole thing was swept under the rug and one day it was like it never existed."

"What?"

Reed bent down again, picking up a small piece of broken concrete, placing it in his pocket. "Only a handful of people know about this project, Ben. And most of them would be willing to kill anyone if they were to find out about it."

"Well then what do we tell General Ross?"

"Our findings. Nothing more, nothing less. There are levels of gamma radiation and other than that no conclusive evidence has been found."

Reed and Ben walked past a man in tattered clothing to their car. "I don't like the feeling of this, Reed. All this gamma ray conspiracy theory stuff gives me the willies."
​

 

[Kaboom]

Blah. Blah. Blah.

"Right. A while back there was secret government testing with the use of concentrated gamma rays. They were trying to take a new look at warfare."​

"What, like new bombs and stuff?"​

"No, nothing like that. It was hypothesized that a concentrated bombardment of gamma radiation paired with the proper conditions could increase human performance potential." He placed the scanner in his pocket. "Think if you could make soldiers bullet-proof, or give them the ability to breathe underwater."​

"You'd put the entire arms business out of a job."​

"Which is exactly why the project was never pursued. At least, that is what they said happened."​

Blah. Blah. Blah.

That's all I heard. How did this 'Reed' know of my work? Of the program? And did he know anything about patients 00 and 01. And if he did, could he reverse it?

I wasn't a spy. I couldn't contact Weapons PLus, given my current AWOL status. But I had to get as much information from this Reed as I could.

I decided to follow him.

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

(Venom IC)


Me and the armor hit the streets again, searching for "evil".

"Quiet tonight."

"Too quiet..."

"I knew you were gonna say that."

Suddenly, we heard a loud explosion coming from the Soho district.

"Damn global warming."

The armor and I leaped from roof-top to roof-top trying to get to the scene in time.

"You know, there IS an easier way to do this."

"How?"

A thin wire shot uot of my fore-arm and hit a nearby window.

"What is it?"

"It's webbing. I secrete it from my body."

"Eww! ... How's this stuff supposed to help me?"

"You swing from it, idiot!"

"There's no need for name-calling. Geez!"

I grabbed the "web" and swung from it. Before I hit the window, another web shot from my other arm, and I swung from it respectively.

"Whoa! This is... Pretty cool."

I continued swing through the streets, towards my destination.

"Woo-hooooooo!!!"



I hit the ground and observed the large hole in the building I was now standing in front of.

"Told ya. Global warming."

Then I saw a figure emerging from the darkness of the hole. It was big. And pretty fast. And it was coming right at me.

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Nick Fury stood over the slowly melting tomb, its temperature regulated and slowly raised by hovering heat lamps to cause as little stress to the body as possible. Medical scanners kept a constant watch on the body, manned by a small, skeleton medical team.

“Damndest thing.”

“It’s a hell of a find. Perfectly preserved too. I mean, as cold as this area is, it’s well above cryogenic levels, and even that’s not fool proof yet.”

“The only thing I can figure is the Super Soldier Serum running through him catalyzed the freezing process and stopped decomposition.”

“General Fury,” called a medical officer from across the room. “It’s more than that, sir. We’ve detected a pulse.”

 

[Kaboom]

“The only thing I can figure is the Super Soldier Serum running through him catalyzed the freezing process and stopped decomposition.”

“General Fury,” called a medical officer from across the room. “It’s more than that, sir. We’ve detected a pulse.”

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[Kaboom]

“The only thing I can figure is the Super Soldier Serum running through him catalyzed the freezing process and stopped decomposition.”

“General Fury,” called a medical officer from across the room. “It’s more than that, sir. We’ve detected a pulse.”[/ quote]

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[Cyrusbales]

THE MANDARIN

Stark. Tony Stark. The embodiment of hedonistic capitalism and greed. Glass towers of his reaching up to the sky without limits, profit and money all he values. A Chinese man, inconspicuous and unnoticeable, confronted by this ‘Stark’ constantly. Claws in everything, not a single facet of life in this corrupt country is free from the tyranny of this man’s money and greed.

“No better place to start” he pondered.

A spire of shimmering light rose above the streets. Packed full of computers and stock market predicting technology. Earning wealth from the hard work of others. Stark.

A figure, barely noticeable to anyone steps through the turnstile, not even confronted by the guards as if he was out of sight. The lift doors parting for him, ascending him upwards towards the control hub of this complex.
Not even a passing look is sent his way. Employees hold open doors and allow him to pass, oblivious to his true intentions. Sitting down at a central computer, the mysterious man sets to work.

Within five minutes, the turnstile gives way to him as he passes out the door.

Within ten minutes, the entire system crashes, billions worth of data lost, irreplaceable. Setting them back months, without even an explanation of claim of responsibility.

 

[JinnSato]

It was a big room there were probably about 200 people in it.

"Please take a seat." Said a man at the front of the room o a small stage. Ben quickly found a seat and sat down. After everyone was seated a man in a fancy business suit walks out on to the stage. He was alomast surprised to see him. The man was Norman Osborn. The bigwig of the company. He began to speak.

"It fills me with joy to see so many young faces here today. It gives me hope for the future. But I must warn you though. Many of the two hundred here will fail this test. There will only be about ten of you left when it's all said and done. But do not be discouraged if you fail. For there are many more opportunity's out there. Plus, there's always next year."

The test are passed out. Ben looks at his paper and starts filling out the answers.

Two hours later and the test is done. The same man from before appears.
"You may leave your test there. We will contact those who have been excepted."
Ben start to leave but a guy stops him. "Hey man, what did ya think of the test. I thought it was pretty easy. Hell, I finished early!"

"It was pretty tough but I think I made it. The only real part I had trouble with was the essay question on the back."

The guy stops and looks at Ben stunned. "There was an essay question on the back" Ben nods at him. "Oh... oh no. OH GOD!!! I forgot that one!!!!" He rushes back to the testing area. Ben leaves with a look of triumph on his face. Heh heh heh he thinks to himself. There wasn't any essay question. He heads for the street and hails a cab.

 

[Feature]

JOHNNY BLAZE: THE GHOST RIDER
Year I - Part 3


Johnny rode faster than he ever had. He ran red lights, he swerved around cars, he hopped up onto the sidewalk... he just needed to get there.

As his chopper screeched to a halt in front of the hospital, Johnny could see Roxanne standing outside the front doors. She was talking with a police officer. She was drenched, but was swaddled in a dry blanket.

As Johnny approached, she called out to him and the two embraced. He kissed her gently on the forehead.

"And who are you, son?" The officer asked.

"Johnny Blaze."

The officer glanced at a sheet of paper he held in his hands.

"Son of Naomi Kale?"

"Yeah, that's... that's right."

"Look, I... I really hate to be the one ta tell ya this, son... but your mother died tonight."

Johnny felt as if there was a tear in reality. As if the entire world had a hole punched in it, and the contents were slowy being sucked out.

"No..." Johnny mumbled quietly. "It's not true..."

"I know how difficult this must be for you, son. I am truly sorry... however... I am gonna need you to come inside for a minute and identify the body."

Johnny shook his head. He couldn't believe his ears.

"What?"

"What happened tonight is a tragedy, son... but let's not drag things out. Just come inside with me and--"

"MY MOTHER IS NOT DEAD!" Johnny screamed as a bolt of lightning split the sky and thunder rolled ominously through the heavens.

"Oh Johnny!" Roxanne sobbed as she pressed her face into his chest. "I'm so sorry!"

Johhny ran his hand over her wet hair and swallowed hard. The rain concealed his tears, but nothing could conceal the angry pain in his voice.

"How... how did it happen?"

"Well, it's still early so we can't really be sure. Looks like the weather mighta had somethin' to do with it. We'll have to run some tests and determine whether or not alcohol was a factor..."

"TELL ME HOW MY MOTHER DIED!" Johnny shouted impatiently.

The officer sighed and consulted his notes.

"Your mother was killed when the car she was riding in drove off a cliff and landed on rocks almost two-hundred feet below. Our initial impression is that both parties died on impact. Craig Simpson was the driver."

Johnny couldn't believe his ears. As he listened to the officer, the memory shot through his brain like a red-hot knife...

"You know... I'd really like to watch your step-father drive, Johnny."

"Yeah? Well, I'd like to watch him drive too. I'd like to watch him drive right off a cliff! Now what the heck is this here paper?"

"What if I could make it happen, Johnny? What if I could get rid of your step-father? What would you be willing to give me in return?"
​

"What? What are you, some kinda nut?"

"Your soul, Johnny! Sign the contract! Give me your soul! Do that... and you'll never have to see your step-father again."


​

Johnny's heart stopped for a minute. In his mind's eye, he saw the red-haired man so clearly. The one who he had thought was a harmless lunatic. He wondered if this could have all been a coincidence? Or if something more was going on... something devilish?

"Now I'm gonna need to ask the two of you a couple of quick questions. Just answer 'em as honestly as ya can and you'll be someplace warm before you know it."

"What... what kind of q-questions?" Roxanne asked.

"Well, for starters: do either of you know if your parents had any enemies?"

Johnny's eyes widened.

"What? No! What? Why the hell would you even ask us that? What does that have to do with anything?"

"So your answer is no?"

Johnny's face burned with fury.

"You tell me just what the hell you're talkin' about, mister!"

The police officer sighed.

"Look, kid... I ain't supposed to tell ya this but... well, it looks like the car's brakes were tampered with."

That was proof enough for Johnny. He ran to his bike, hopped on and revved the engine.

"Hey! Where the heck are you going?"

"Johnny! Johnny, wait!"

Roxanne approached the bike and touched Johnny's arm.

"What are you doing?" She asked, tears still falling steadily from her beautiful brown eyes.

Johnny reached up suddenly and pulled her face to his. He kissed her long and hard. The kiss of a man who thinks it might be his last.

"There's somethin' I gotta do, Roxy. I'm sorry... I love you."

With those words, Johnny Blaze tore off into the night, searching for a man who may have killed his mother... a man who might own Johnny's very soul...​

 

[Kaboom]

“The only thing I can figure is the Super Soldier Serum running through him catalyzed the freezing process and stopped decomposition.”

“General Fury,” called a medical officer from across the room. “It’s more than that, sir. We’ve detected a pulse.”[/ quote]



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[Spider-Man9X17]

“You see the look on that b**ch’s face. Broad’ll think twice ‘bout not payin’ up again.”

“If the slug in her gut doesn’t do ‘er in first.”

The car roared down the streets of the Kitchen, winding and and out of alley ways and out of the way avenues, where people didn’t dare tread this hour of the night.

“This is gonna be a hell of a cut,” one of the thugs pulled off his knit cap, pulling out a handful of cash and flipping through it.

* THUNK *

“The hell was that?”

“I think we grazed that trash can back there or somethin’. Don’t worry bout iAAAGHHH…”

* CRASH *

The driver went flying through the windshield and bouncing across the asphalt as the car came to an abrupt halt, as though something had grabbed it from behind. The recoil caused the vehicle to snap back, spinning around and slamming into a nearby wall.

“You should always wear your seatbelt.”

The driver managed to turn his head and look up. He was sure he had broken all of his ribs, and maybe his wrist and leg, but now he was wondering if maybe he had cracked his head a little hard as well. The devil himself was standing over the hired gun, teeth gritted in a terrifying snarl.

“It’s the law.”

Daredevil picked the thug up off the ground by his neck…not his shirt collar of neck of his jacket…his flesh and bone neck. The driver gagged, struggling for air as the demonic vigilante squeezed his wind pipe shut.

“Pl…pleeezzz…don’t kill…* gack * …me.”

“Is that what the old lady said before you put a bullet in her stomach?! Did you honor her wishes?! No, she died before the first nine-one-one call was even made!”

“Wha…you want money…we can give you money…Kingpin…he always needs new gunACK.”

Daredevil bludgeoned the goon across the temple with his billy club, letting his limp form fall to the ground. He could still hear the faintest of heartbeat, the lightest groans escaping from his rapidly refilling lungs.

“I want justice.”

The rest of the thugs had begun to crawl from the mangled wreckage of the car. A well-tossed billy club ricocheted off the wall; bouncing from thug to thug and rendering them indisposed, save for one. It was no act of mercy; the man unmercilessly picked up like a rag doll and tossed against the wall.

“Who is the Kingpin? Where does he operate from.”

He had heard the stories for years. Since he was in school, right after his dad died. The crime feuds of New York were legendary, but story had it that one boss had finally managed to rise above the rest and put a choke hold on all the crime of the city, as well as reaching deep within the inner working of the city, and name himself Kingpin.

“Kingpin don’t talk to us. He has men, who tell other men, he call someone else, how drop assignments in different locations. Kingpin ain’t no idiot. Idiots are the guys who mess with him, like you. Guarantee, you mess with Kingpin’s business, you gonna end up like the quick shop bitc…”

* THUD *

Daredevil slammed the punk’s face off the already dented hood of the car, letting him slither to the sidewalk below.

 

[JinnSato]

Two hours later and the test is done. The same man from before appears.
"You may leave your test there. We will contact those who have been excepted."
Ben start to leave but a guy stops him. "Hey man, what did ya think of the test. I thought it was pretty easy. Hell, I finished early!"

"It was pretty tough but I think I made it. The only real part I had trouble with was the essay question on the back."

The guy stops and looks at Ben stunned. "There was an essay question on the back" Ben nods at him. "Oh... oh no. OH GOD!!! I forgot that one!!!!" He rushes back to the testing area. Ben leaves with a look of triumph on his face. Heh heh heh hethinks to himself. There wasn't any essay question. He heads for the street and hails a cab.

It's three when Ben gets back to the University. He goes up to his room hoping Pete would be there. When he opens the door his hopes are shot. He's nowhere to be seen. Ben spots an open copy of the Daily Bugle. He sits down on the bed and reads it.


Spider-Man
The masked vigilante.
Friend or Foe?

This self proclaimed "Hero" has been prowling our streets for weeks. Stopping criminals and helping those in need. But some speculate that he's behind most of whats been happening lately. One of which being the editor of the Bugle. J. Jonah Jameson. "He's a menace!! A disturbance of the peace."

At these words Ben throws down the paper. Why would Spider-Man be a menace?? I mean he saved Anne the other night from a group of thugs. I trust the guy.

The week went on as it normally did. Test and papers. Plus, he had a report on 17th century poetry due that week. He saw little of his roommate. "Probably busy with papers or something." It was on Friday the next week when he got the call. It was from that same secretary.

"You have been accepted for the internship Mr. Reilly. You will need to come down to Oz. Corp on Sunday at 9 PM. You will be given all of the requirements then. Have a nice day."

And with that she hung up the phone. A sense of excitement rose up inside of him. He had to tell someone. And since Pete wasn't there he decided his parents where the next best thing.

 

[Cyrusbales]

THE MANDARIN

Televisions blared with reports about the recent explosions, unable to explain or trace them. Interviews with the public showed their fears, women still cried for lost ones, a necessary cost.

The rippling sound of metal on wood lightly beats out in a rhythmic fashion. A hand bearing rings taps continuously. It’s owner merely watching the people go by, whilst toying over the situation in his mind.

“They do not even realise what they are doing. Their possessions and obsessions. Living in luxury whilst the world sits in it’s own squalor. They gorge themselves at everyone’s expense, most of them never setting foot outside of their own country. Never seeing what they have wrought upon the world.”

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“Please take off all your rings please sir.” Pronounced the customs officer.

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

The officer stares blankly before letting him past. Without luggage, without papers or a boarding pass, the man is led to a seat on the plane before the ceremonial safety explanations are recited.

Humming of engines reverberates through the aircraft as it speeds down the runway, lifting up and eventually cutting it’s own path through the skies above.

“Would you like something to drink sir?”

As if in answer, darkness filled the cabin as the humming gradually came to a stop, replaced by horrified screams and the occasional sound of tears.

Gripping in their seats, they were helpless as the vehicle descended, ploughing through the clouds in a silent plummet of terror through the night air.

As the wing scraped along the ground and splintered off, final prayers were offered to God’s and various deities to no avail. The nose mirroring splash in water as metal frayed and leapt from the buckling steel frame. Engulfed by fire, the image of flights most cruel destiny obscured by the blaze.

Plumes of smoke dissipated as the remnants revealed themselves from their curtain of fire, a mess of twisted wreckage and mangled bodies barely visible in the chaos.

Onlookers were frozen in dread, fixated by the monstrous vision. Somehow their view seemed unable to focus and even notice the pristinely dressed male strolling free of the embers and molten framework. The rhythmic melody of rings clattering together lost beneath the roaring inferno as he took his leave from the disaster unscathed.

 

[Kaboom]

 

[Obi-John-Kenobi]

"Ouch!"

The big armored, horned thing slammed into us, knocking me and the bio-armor into a large cement truck.

"That hurt, you ******! You're gonna slamming us into a large, industrial-sized vehicle."

"You are currently in the forward vicinity of my path of mobilization. Please move."

We got up and brushed ourselves off.

"Screw you, we're kickin' your ass!"

We leaped at the big metal guy and he smacked us back into the truck. The thing turned around and started running off.

"Oh no... You're not gettin' away THAT easy..."

We got up (AGAIN) and shot a "web" at the big guy. We grunted as we swung him around and tossed him into the side of a McDonald's.

"How do ya like us KNOW, sucka?!"

The monster got up and looked over at us.

"Combat sequence initiated. Prepare to be neutralized."


"Alright. Let's dance."

The monster ran at us and we leaped high into the air. We shot a web at its horn, somersaulted in mid-air, swinging him over us, and slammed him into the ground.

"WOOO!! Take THAT, beeyotch!"

We walked over to the big metal dude and leaned over his body.

"Hey... You all right, dude?"

Suddenly, the monster's arm lifted and it grabbed us by the throat.

"Prepare to be destroyed, creature of unknown origin."

"F%#K YOU!"

That's when three black tendrils shot out of our stomach, wrapped around the monster's head, and ripped it clean off the guy's shoulders.

"Whoa! Sorry about that. You okay?"

Then we noticed the sparks shooting out of it's neck.

"What the...? A robot?"

We picked the head up off the ground and noticed the wires hanging from the bottom. We turned it over in our hands and examined it.

"Whoever built this thing knew what they were doing. Wonder where ya came from..."

Suddenly, we heard police sirens echoing down the street.

"Better scoot. Don't wanna be the next Spider-Man."

We leaped into the air, shot a web, and swung off.

 

[Mr. Marko]

Reed closed the door of the car and sat there for a moment. "There's something about this that doesn't seem right."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. Its just a hunch, but if these tests were done, they quite possibly done illegally."

"And?"

"Well..." Reed stopped. "Hang on." He grabbed the gun from its holster. "I think I saw somebody watching us."
​

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"High brains functions detected, body temp normal, blood pressure stabilizing...General Fury, this man in alive."

Fury checked the computer readouts before looking back at the patient.

"Steve?"

 

[Byrd Man]

​

Unknown location
Afghanistan


"Hurry up with those mines, infadel!"

The terrorist pointed his AK-47 at the two men. Tony Stark only scowled. It had been three weeks since Tony and James Rhodes had been kidnapped, the only reason they were alive was because of their weapon expertise.

"Yeah, yeah. We're working on it."

He only scowled as he turned and left the dirty dungeon.

"Is he gone?"

Tony looked towards the door and heard the guards fast fading footsteps.

"Yeah, he's gone. Let's do it."

Stark and Rhodes reach underneath a table and reveal their secret project. While they had been forced to make weapons for Al-Qaeda, at night they worked on their escape.

"You sure this is gonna work, Tony?"

Tony only shrugged as he held up a piece of metal that resembled a hand.

"Not sure. I'd rather take my chances with the armor than stay here any longer. I'm not sure how long we've been here, but I damn sure know I need a drink."

"So, who trys it out first? You or me?"

Tony stroked his shaggy chin in thought and finally up.

"I'll put it on. I got you itno this mess, Rhodey. I'm going to get you out."

Tony slides the gloved hand on and looks at the guns mounted on the wrist.

"Time to suit up."
​

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The heavy door that held Stark and Rhodes shuddered. The noise echoed through the whole base as all the men came running towards the noise, a look of fright and puzzlement on their faces.

BOOM!

BOOM!

The men pointed their guns at the door as it started to buckle under the mysterious force.

BOOM!

The door flies through the air in a massive firebolt. Many men run away and find cover while a few braves ones stay and look. Only one thought ran through Tony Stark's mind as he stood infront of the scared men. That thought was of a Black Sabbath song.

"I....AM....IRON MAN!"​

 

[Kaboom]

Reed closed the door of the car and sat there for a moment. "There's something about this that doesn't seem right."​

"What do you mean?"​

"I don't know. Its just a hunch, but if these tests were done, they quite possibly done illegally."​

"And?"​

"Well..." Reed stopped. "Hang on." He grabbed the gun from its holster. "I think I saw somebody watching us."​

He sees me.

Well good.

"Excuse me," I say. "Is there someplace we can speak....about gamma."

 

[Kaboom]

"High brains functions detected, body temp normal, blood pressure stabilizing...General Fury, this man in alive."

Fury checked the computer readouts before looking back at the patient.

"Steve?"

"BUCKY!"

No! My shield. There I see him. Quickly now.

ugh. joints are tight. still. I must fight through.

I launch my shield at the Red Skull. It comes spinning back to me, as more nazi's run to his aid. High punch. Foot sweep.

Roundhase kick. I dodge one of their assaults, and back hand him will the full force of my shield.

"You killed Bucky you Nazi scum!"

I grip both sides of my shield and slam it into the one coming toward me. Someone shoots. I spin instinctively, raising the shield as the bullet..no, no...the dart...clangs off.

A spinning round house kick later, a duck, and a launching of the shield levels every one of the nazi's in the room. Leaving only me.

Or so I thought.

 

[Byrd Man]

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The massive armor rumbled down the underground cave.

"Stark! Wait up!"

Captain Rhodes followed close behind Stark, a stolen AK-47 in his hands.

"Hurry up, Rhodey. We do have a prison to break out of."

Gunfire rips through the air as Stark and Rhodes emerge out of the cave.

"Get down, I'll lay down some covering fire."

Stark holds the gauntlets out as fire blast through the air and covers the firing soldiers.

"Good job."

Rhodes fires from behind the armored Stark as the wind kicks up and a familiar sound is heard.

"Hey look, The Stark 4-80. Told you it was awesome."

The choppers fly low and spray the ground with gunfire, a humvee roars through the sand and comes to a stop next to Stark and Rhodes. A man wearing sunglasses, desert fatigue and sporting a crewcut opens the door.

"Captain Rhodes, Mister Stark?"

Tony removes the helmet and rubs his dirty face.

"Correct-O-Mundo. And who would you be?"

"Major Clint Barton, sir. I'm with the Combat Applications Group."

"You mean Delta Force?"

"I don't know what 'Delta Force' is, Captain Rhodes. But the Combat Applications is a set of specially trained soldiers that deal in combat applications."

"Could you spare me the bureaucratic bullcrap, Major? The only thing I want right now is a bottle of scotch and a young, flexible woman."

"Sir, yes, sir. But, with all due respect, sir. What is that thing you're wearing?"

"Oh, this ole thing. Well, Major Barton. This is my new outlook on life."

Tony smiles as he looks from Rhodes to Barton. That was the day Tony Stark realised his purpose in the world. It was the day, Iron Man was born.
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[Obi-John-Kenobi]

The moment I got home, I hit the computer and did a Google search on "giant mechanical rinos". Naturally, I found nothing, and that's when i noticed that I misspelled "rhinos". I corrected my mistake and discovered the myspace page of a Mr.Bolivar Trask. Apparantly, Mr.Trask was in the "giant robot development" business, so I decided to drop him a friend request. I never recieved an add, that bastard. There was only one thing left to do:
Toilet paper his house.

And then break into his lab.

 

[Blacklight]

Alberta, Canada
One year ago.....
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"Man these trees..." I complain as im slashing my way through the brush. Leaping and clawing my way through the path to Alkali Lake.

"There it is! Now where is he?" I say as I unsheath my claws and wait, But I wasn't waiting for long before he arrived. "Sabretooth!"

"Wolverine. Haha, didn't think you'd show up!"

"Well I did, so you better start talking! What the hell is Weapon X!"

*SNIKT*

"It's what made you what you are."

"What do you mean, Creed?"

"How do you think you got those dogtags around your neck, and those fancy claws of yours. Weapon X covered your bones in adamantium to make you the ultimate killing machine. You see?" he says as he pulls out a folder "It's all in these files...heh heh heh"

"You'd better hand 'em over Sabertooth!" I yell as he opens up the folder.

"Hey look. It even gives a biography. Lets see.... James Howlett.... born in Alberta, Canada.... moved to Japan.... studied the ways of the samurai.... fought in WWII alongside, well what do you know...."

"What?"

"Battled alongside Captain America! That's pretty impressive!"

"Hand over that file Sabertooth! RRRAAARRRRR"

"I have a better idea. heh heh heh" He finishes as he pulls out a lighter and burns the file.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!" I scream as I jump on to him and slash his chest and face. He dropped the burning file. Then I impaled him in the chest. Then he threw me of of him. I had to beat him before that file was burnt to a crisp in the snow.


"You know somethin' Sabretooth? Burning that file was the worst thing you could have done, bub!" I said as I ran at him........

I immediately knew after I started to run at Sabretooth that I was probably not thinking, but all I thought about was that folder. I then jumped and landed behind Sabretooth, turned and impaled his kidneys with my claws.

"I bet you gotta piss real bad now. Don't ya. Here. Go use that tree!" I then shifted my weight and catapulted him into a distant tree. He wouldn't stay unconscious for long, so I grabbed the file and stabbed the mound of snow it sat in. The flames extinguished and steam flowed up from the snow. Most of the file was still intact, but my bio wasn't. All that was left was a couple sentences that I had to wait to read. I had to flee before Creed got back up, and wth that, I ran.

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Westchester, New York, Three months later

I then decided to head to New York to find Jack "the Weasel" hammer. I didn't get enough information from the file, so I was gonna bring it to him and get his take. I rented a hotel room and dropped my bags on the ground and sat on the bed. Gettin' through the metal detectors at the airport was a bi**h.

"City that never sleeps huh? Well I could use a nap." Then I plopped down and slept.

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Elsewhere... Present time.

"Did you get the file, Creed?"

"No. He managed to get it and then Department H took me in. Took me a year to get out!"

"This angers me Sabretooth! A year I've waited to enlist this man into our Brotherhood, and now he's agreed to join Charles' "X-Men" and he is now a lost cause because of you!"

"Don't worry boss. I managed to make this when I swiped the folder." Sabretooth then pulled out a USB stick and handed it to the cloaked man. "Old Wolverine won't be able to resist joining us when he sees this."

"Ahhh. This pleases me greatly, my brother. Let's see how the X-Men try to stop us, when their beloved leader, Wolverine, joins forces with us! He won't be able to stay with them when he gets the chance to find out about his past! Hahaaahaa!"

 

[Mr. Marko]

"Excuse me, Is there someplace we can speak....about gamma?"

Reed looked out the window at the strange man. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

S***. This man had heard the two of them talking and now knew information that put him at risk.

"Please."

"Listen, pal. Whatever you heard, its in your best interest to forget it. You'll find nothing but dead ends. The project was buried a long time ago."
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