The "Heroes vs. Villains: Marvel" RPG Season III

OOC: It will end after everyone wraps up their story and the Christmas party.

I don't think we should even have a Christmas party. If we can't keep up posting right now..just start new season already.
 
Electro UK said:
"AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!"

"SHUT UP, WADE. WE CAN'T HEAR THE SHOW."

The television flickered a bit with static amid the grunts and thuds from outside on the lawn.

"SERIOUSLY, DUDE, QUIT IT!"

More grunts, followed by a tree falling down outside the window.

"OK, that does it," Hawkeye reached over to the end table, where his bow was sitting. Reaching past it, he picked up the remote, holding the volume button until it was all the way up.

"Much better."
 
"Well that's service for ya." Wade said flipping out of the way of a bolt of energy. "No one around. Even Jarvis would help me out here."

Wally jumped over another bolt, giving Electro a swift kick as he did so. Distracted, Electro hit Wally out of the way, not noticing Wade's foot flying towards him.

He stumbled over onto the road, Wade landing crouched by his side. "This time it's personal!" Max shout out at him, sending him flying off into the other direction.

Wally leaped at Electro, who caught his hand and dangled him as he rose into the air. "HA! You think you could get away with embarrasing me like that you little runt?" He rose above the christmas tree. "No one embarrases Electro! No one!"

He laughed evily. But soon his expression turned into shock. He was back, back again in that living room. Bullseye had his hand raised, a kid in front of him. "No!" Max screamed, trying to stop Bullseye. Then a pain in his torso, the knife.

Not taking noticed, he let his hand go and dropped Wally. Wade screamed in horror, watching Wally fall. He seemed to stop in mid air. Wade watched as he was lifted down to the ground. "There you go Wally, now run inside and let us finish this." Sue said as she appeard.

"Do what she says kid." Wade replied as Wally ran indoors. "Thanks Sue, I couldn't have done it without you."

"I... I would have k-killed him." Max said in shock.

"Sue, tell Reed not to come by, we don't need that star for the tree anymore." Deadpool shot a light on the tree. The loose wires hit Max who screamed in pain.

"Looks nice, don't it?" he said looking up at Electro, lighting the night. they headed inside.
 
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The HOBGOBLIN flew through the center of Times Square, and most of Downtown Manhattan. Tossing pumpkin bombs at random as he flew. He was headed straight for Rockafeller Plaza. He had given up on random mayhem a while ago...but everyone needs to enjoy Christmas. He had decided to go carolling.

"Oh the weather outside is frightful-" A pumpkin bomb tossed into the street "-but the fire is so....delightful" BOOM "and since we've no place to go-" A new razorbat tossed through a shop window... "LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW LET IT SNOW"...explodes into shrapnel, blood strewn accross the glass.

The NYPD would have to scramble against him. He would ruin a few holidays, and maybe encite the heroes to join him. At the very least, it would provide an ample distraction.
 
"Son of a b*tch," Hawkeye smacked the side of the television as Wade and Sue walked in.

"Dude, what did you do? The TV stopped working and you scared the kid half to death."

"I didn't, I mean, Electro was out there and you..."

"You know what. Just forget it. I'm getting hungry anyway," Clint shut off the TV, and the group headed to the kitchen.

-

*Christmas Day*

Franklin burst through the front door of Avengers Mansion, headed straight for the pile of present under the Christmas Tree. Johnny and Frankie walked in next, each holding a twin, followed by Reed, Sue and Val, and Ben.

"Merry Christmas guys," Hawkeye said, popping open a can of soda.

"C'mon Clint, it's Christmas," Frankie said, pouring a glass of wine.

"Nah, don't touch the stuff," he said, taking a swig of the Pepsi.

The kids ripped through their presents in no time as Frankie downed glass after glass of wine.

"Hon, don't you think you should take it easy on the wine."

"Sure, why not," she said, sitting down the glass and walking over to the egg nog.

"Is this spiked?"

Deadpool pulled out a flask and poured the contents into the bowl.

"Yeah."

"WADE!"

Hawkeye walked back into the living room carrying a huge box. His arms barely fit around it, and he had to peek around the side just to see where he was going.

"Merry Christmas, Wanda," he said, putting the box down.

"My present better be that big," Frankie whispered to Johnny. Johnny in turn glared at Wade.

Wanda ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal a large, plain box. She opened the flaps, and looked inside.

It was empty....no, there was something in the corner. Wanda rwached in and pulled out a small black box.

"Clint...?"

"Open it."

Behind Johnny and Frankie, Jan choked back a sniffle. Johnny cocked another eyebrow.

Wanda opened the box. Inside was a golden ring, encrusted the whole way around with pink diamond, and a large white diambond set in the middle.

"Holy sh....."

"Hon," Johnny said, putting a finger to her lips.

"Wanda Maximoff, will you..."

"Yes!" Wanda answered before Clint could finish. She wiped away a tear as he slipped the ring on her finger.

"When do I get a ring?" Frankie whispered.

"Swear to God, Wade..."

"She started. I was just trying to help."
 
Wade laughed at Frankie as he got to his feet. "Now, me and Wally spent a good long time searching for these. So I hope you like em." he handed out a present to each Avenger.

"Uh... why is my present vibrating?" Wanda asked

"Open! Open! Open!"

They all tore open their presents. There was a mixture of faces. "God! Wade this is the worst present I've ever gotten!" Wanda creid, almost fainting at the sight of the vibrator.

"Uh... it's the thought that counts."

"A thong? I love it!" Frankie shouted. Wade shot a sly smirk at Johnny, who gritted his teeth.

Wally starred in marvel at his very own Deadpool costume. "You like it huh?" Wade asked.

Wally looked up, a smile on his face. "I love it Wade, thankyou so much."

Wade laughed as Wally ran off to try it on, thinking to himself "If Hawkeye doesn't like that DVD set and bow I'm gonna kill him. Johnny better like that Thing outfit too. Or I'm screwed."
 
Johnny looked down at the orange plastic mask.

"Ummm, is it wrong that I like Frankie's present better?"

Clint was still laughing his butt off over Wanda's new little "friend" as he unwrapped his first present.

"Pink Panther, huh? Only you Wade," he said, sitting it aside and opening up the second package.

"Dude, this is friggin' sweet," he said, holding up the bow. "This is the coolest thing I've ever seen."

Wanda played with her engagement ring, admiring the shine of the Christmas lights as they bounced off the center diamond.

"OK, whatdidya get me?" Hawkeye asked Wanda.

"Well," Wanda said, picking up a package, "I got you this until your real present get's here."

Hawkeye opened the present; A gold Rolex watch.

"Cool," he said, putting it on his wrist. "So, when's my other one coming?"

"August or September."

"August or September? That better be one hell of a present if I have to wait nine months to get it."

The room fell silent.

"Oh God, she's pr...."

"Sweetie, leet's go check on the turkey, huh?" Johnny said, taking Frankie by the arm and leading her to the kitchen.

Hawkeye looked around at the astonished faces in the room.

"What? Why are you guys.....wait," he looked back at Wanda.

"Wanda, you're...."

"7 weeks."

"Dude, a baby! I can take it to the park with me, and teach it how to fight. Babies are a great way to get chicks..."

Wanda glared, energy crackling around her eyes.

"Ummm, I think I'll see if Johnny needs help with the turkey."
 
OOC: You must have a thing for babies spider-man hahaha
 
OOC: Yeah, i'm gonna try some of that out with Psylocke...Warrens life has been $hitty lately, so some poontang would be a welcome addition haha
 
Orr... Maybe I'll do Psylocke and Mandarin. That would be pretty interesting. The return of the Lady Mandarin!!!
 
Bullseye was sitting in a restaurant, eating a steak. He had asked for a booth by the window. He looked at the snowy New York City streets outside. It was gonna be a White Christmas this year, just like in the movies. This picture of Christmas in The Big Apple was of course completed by the appearance of a homeless guy. He walked up to the window, pressing his dirty hands against the glass and eyeing Bullseye's steak hungrily.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, good!" said Bullseye, slowly putting a slice of steak in his mouth and eating it with great relish.

The bum got the message, giving Bullseye the finger and trudging away. Bullseye smirked as he finished off his steak. The city sure did hold some interesting sights. but that wasn't why he wanted a window seat. It was a strategic manouveur.

It put him within striking distance of his target.

The mark was sitting at a table across with him, having a romantic dinner with his wife. He was laughing smugly, completely unaware that someone had marked him for death. Bullseye hoped he'd enjoyed his last meal.

The fork shot through the air, slicing through his target's throat. He slumpedforward onto the table. Bullseye was already out the door by the time the wife had realised what had happened and started screaming.

...

Bullseye arrived back at his apartment just in time to catch the phone. It was Brenda.

"How did you get this number?" Bullseye snapped.

"I took a note of it while you were sleeping," she said, "I needed to talk to you..."

"What the hell would I want to hear from..." he started.

"I'm pregnant. You're the father."

Bullseye didn't even say anything for a moment.

"What?" he finally sputtered, "How can you know already?"

"Not from this time, the last time," she explained, "I knew I was pregnant. I'd ruled out everyone except you. But I needed to know for sure, so I met up with you the other night too....get a sample of DNA. It's been confirmed. You're the faher..."

Bullseye slammed the phone down. He leaned back against the wall, sliding down to the floor. How had this happened? After all he'd done, he was going to bring a child into this sick world? How the hell could he be a father?
 
"Frankie, sweetie, you're drunk," Johnny said, sitting her down at the table a, running his hand through her hair.

"Nuh uh. I'm just.....*urp*....sorry."

"S'ok, just take it easy." Johnny trusted his wife, with his life. And it was a time to celebrate. For the holidays, for friends and family, and to a new life with his wife and children. He wasn't going to begrudge her anything.

Especially when he could get a joke out of it.

Wade walked into the kitchen just then, standing in the doorway.

"It was getting a little dangerous out there, thought I'd chill in here for a few minutes."

Johnny cracked a smile, leaning down to whisper in Frankie's ear.

"Look, hon. Wade's standing under mistletoe."

The two of them looked back up at Deadpool.

"What? Something wrong with my face?"

Frankie got up and walked over to Wade.

"Awww, look Wade. It's Christmas and we're under the mistletoe."

"Huh, well, look, we are. Ummmm, ok. So what do we,"

Frankie leaned over, her lips puckered.

"Ahhhhh, I think I hear Pink yelling for me. Yep, gotta run," Wade flew back through the kitchen door.
 
Rogue ignored the look between Logan and Jean, and took a seat next to the professor.
Jean stood in the middle of the room, and waited for the rest of the X-men to enter the room.
When Remy entered the room, Rogue focused her attention on Jean.
“No need ta dwell on that.”

“I know many of you doubt me. You think I am just another clone or something entirely different. I have no way of proving myself, but for now, you must trust me. The Shi’ar Empire is gone. I..I d..destroyed it. No..the Phoenix destroyed it. The whole galaxy is destroyed. In a fatal swoop, it was gone. As the Phoenix, I released Lady Deathstrike. Her location is yet to be revealed, and she is at large. Why the goddess had done this is yet to be known, but I have a bad feeling that she was holding a secret agenda-"

“Was?” Logan interjected, as Jean shot him a look and Rogue covered her mouth with her still gloved hand, smirking.


"This next part is the most terrifying of all. On returning to the mansion. Sinister approached me disguised as Scott. The Phoenix teleported him to god knows where and then the impossible occurred. The sky seemed to literally rip open. I heard a voice..it was exploding down on me..told me that I have abused the Phoenix Force and that he was here to take it away. My body lost control. The very essence of the entity that had possessed for son long was being absorbed into the sky..like it was being consumed. I managed to disconnect the flow of energy that was absorbing the energy before it was fully taken away. I only hold 30% of the Phoenix’s power now. Someone, someone godly, has the world’s most dangerous creature.”


“We must get the power back. If we do not, not only will the world be in jeopardy, Rachel may lose her powers, or even worse, cease to exist. When Scott and I supposedly had Rachel, I had my power. Now, this man has absorbed the power. The Phoenix is linked in every universe, time, and dimension. With the power depilated, I am no longer at the state I would have been when my daughter was born.”

Rogue could see Rachel start and Kitty put her arm around her as they tilted their heads towards each other talking.

Rogue looked around the room, silence had filled it, although Bobby and Warren were whispering to each other in the corner.
She leaned forward and asked.
“So how are we going to figure out who has the Phoenix Force? An’ how are we suppose’ ta get it back? If who ever did this can take it away from you, how can you get it back?”


OOC: Ya'll do know that Rachel is the child from another dimension?
 
Logan still stared at Jean.
The moment she walked into the room and there eyes met he knew it was her.
The look in some ones eyes when the gaze at you is something a clone or shapeshifter cant recreate its something that has to do with the person inside not their physical being.
Thats how Logan knew.
“So how are we going to figure out who has the Phoenix Force? An’ how are we suppose’ ta get it back? If who ever did this can take it away from you, how can you get it back?”
"And what dose Yuriko have to do with this?" questioned Logan
 
Johnny and Frankie stood over the crib, watching the twins sleep. Frankie was still al ittle tipsy, but the night had been winding down. Johnny had given her her gift a while ago; A gold ring encrusted with her, Johnny's, and the twins birthstones.

"I have another gift for you," he whispered. "I'm done."

Frankie turned around, the shock evident in her eyes.

"I've lost too much time with you and the babies, and I've almost lost you too many times. The Avengers are back, S.H.I.E.L.D. is back, and the X-Men are at full force. I think the world can survive without The Human Torch."

"What about the FF?"

"I've talked to Firestar. She's going to take up membership for a while. We can move up to my folks old summer house, where we spent our honeymoon. We can be a nice, normal quiet family."

Frankie wiped a tear from her eye.

"You're serious?"

Johnny shook his head, and took Frankie in his arms. They stod there in the silence for several moments, holding each other.

"C'mon, let's get back downstairs. Those pies are just calling my name."

The two exited the room hand in hand, letting the babies to sleep in peace.

-

"Here Wade, I almost forgot," Clint said, handing an envelope to Deadpool. "Merry Christmas."

Wade ripped the envelope open. Inside was a Christmas card. On the inside, after the sappy message were two simple words. "Thank You." The card was signed by all of the Avengers.

"We mean it, man. You're a hero, through and through."
 
Eddie Brock slowly woke up again, in the same place he almost died. The symbiote in the tank was gone now.
"What the...? Symbiote...Where is it?" He quitely said.
An all to familair face came up to the table he lay upon. Fortunato, the man he had been battling against at last had the chance to kill him.
"I'm sure you're wondering just where your little friend is...Well, he has joined with me. I am now more powerful than you ever were!" He walked closer to Eddie, and the symbiote slowly covered Fortunato. "And now..."He continuted"WE WILL CRUSH YOU!"
His hand shot towards Eddie's neck, but stopped centimeters away from it.
"Ugh...What the hell is going on? Stupid thing.....Work!"He shouted at himself. He tried again, but it still happen again. Then, the symbiote slithered away from Fortunato, leaving a bruised and battered body.
"Ah.....Feels good to be back...My christmas present for this year...."Eddie said, as he atlast became Venom again.
"You idiot! You've nearly killed him!" Said the man that stood with Fortuanto earlier, who now kneeled next to the body, checking his pulse.
"Death is a perfectly natural process....Happens to everyone...Even you" Venom said as he cut one of his claws into his neck. Gunfire suddenly opened on Venom, as he leapt away. "Oh dear....Is this where I'm supposed to say 'ouch'?" He backflipped towards the people firing at him and snapped their necks in his legs, before jumping out of the window into the cold, christmas night.
Had he finally beaten Fortunato? Venom hoped he had....But, he could never tell. One day, he may return, more powerful. He didn't want to think about it now though. All that matter was that he was free, and could celebrate Christmas.
 
Johnny kicked back on the couch, grabbing the remote as Hawkeye gave Deadpool his present. He felt a great weight off his shoulders as he turned the TV on, flipping through until he found a football game.

"Hon, I'll be right back. I forgot to turn a night light on for the twins," Frankie said, walking back to the stairway.

Johnny looked around at his friends and family. They had all been through so much the last year. It felt good to kick back and relax with them, to just be himself and have some fun. Things were finally turning around.

"JOHNNY! JOHNNY!" Frankie screamed down the stairs. Like a flash, Johnny was off the couch and up to the nursery. He slammed the door open. Frankie was on her knees, clutching a blanket. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"THEY'RE GONE! THE BABIES ARE GONE!"

Johnny rushed over to the crib, not wanting to believe it. Empty. He had only been in here a minute ago, at most. No one had come in or out. No windows were open.

But they were gone.

"What the hell?!" Clint stood in the doorway. Johnny didn't answer, nudging Hawkeye out of the way as he exited the room.

It was never going to be over.
 
It was a calm and dreary night, the kind of night you wish for some kind of disorder to break the tension. Only one sound waved throughout the countryside of Latveria. A faint cry in the distance, nothing else could be heard but two young little voices screaming out into the night.

Doom stood over two matching baby cradles, rocking each gently. He hushed the twin babies as they cried aloud, unaware of the eminent danger they were truly in.

"Quiet, young Storms, you are safe…for now."

The two babies looked into the cold metal mask of Dr. Doom and began screaming out again. Doom stood up and began laughing at his masterful plan set into motion. He walked away and went over to his monitor bringing up the picture of Jonathan Storm’s face the second he realized his children were missing.

"Done you are not, Storm. Doom has plans for you yet."

Doom’s cackling subdued the babies cries. Throughout the country a shriek chill went down the spines as they heard the most evil of laughs overpower the night silence. Doctor Doom has returned home.


 
Max Dillon hung his legs over the side of the empire state building. Christmas could wait, he had to saught things out now. He fell down onto his back, looking up at the snowy sky. He was cold. After all, he was only man.

Maybe attacking the kid had come abit too soon for him. Maybe he wasn't completely Electro again yet. But he sure had treid. Max shook it off, he wasn't about to get back into a state, it was christmas for crying out loud. What a year it had been.

He'd fallen in love and lost it. He'd found a best friend and lost it, then found it again. In all his career, Max couldn't think back to a year quite like this. He got to his feet. If he wasn't Electro yet, he was about to be. He took both ends of the power cable.

"Merry f**king christmas." he let loose two bolts, spreading down the cable. Electro laughed as New York's lights went off. The whole city stood still in a black out.

There was only one light that could be seen throughout the whole city. Him. Perched on top of the building. The citizens gazed in astonishment at the human light bulb high above the city. He was in control now, New York would answer only to him. "Ho ho ho."

ooc: If possible, I'd like this arc to go on into next season, no one knowing who put the city in this permanent black out until Electro makes his demands :up:
 
Christmas Day. It was a time of celebration, when friends and families came together. So why did Bullseye once again find himself alone?

He'd already posted his one Christmas card a few days back. It had gone out to his brother in Idaho, with some money in it for his kids. He could send a card, but something told him that his brother wouldn't be happy to see him if he were to visit.

So, just like he had done for several years, Bullseye was spending Christmas alone. He had no Christmas tree or decorations in his trashed apartment. But what he did have was one present. Every year he bought himself one thing to open up on Christmas Day. This year, he'd gotten himself one of those PSPs, with a couple of games and films.

But he couldn't really concentrate on anything other than what Brenda had told him. She was pregnant. He was going to be a father. He'd tried looking for her since she'd called him, but couldn't find her anywhere. And since he didn't even have a surname to go on, he wasn't going to get very far.

Surely she wasn't going to have his kid. What was she going to tell it when he or she got older? Your daddy is a supervillain, and you were concieved in a bar toilet. Bullseye shuddered at the thought. Things would be much easier if he could just find her and kill her. But could he really do that to the woman he knew was carrying his unborn child? And it wasn't just that. There was something about her. Something that reminded him of Mary-Jane.

Bullseye pushed the thought out of his head. He was a killer, the best killer on the planet. He couldn't afford to think about family, about the possibility of him being human after all. So, he tried taking his mind off of it. He watched "The Great Escape" on the TV.

Steve McQueen was just about to jump his motorcycle over the fence when the TV flicked off. Then all the lights in the apartment went off too, leaving Bullseye in total darkness.

"Aw crap, a power-cut," he muttered to himself.

He staggered out to his balcony, stopping short just outside the door. He realised just in time that, after his fight with Electro, he didn't have a balcony. It was dark all over. Except for one near-blinding light. Bullseye squinted at the light, and finally recognised it as a human form.

"Max..."

Bullseye smiled. Electro was finally making a name for himself, doing something big. He looked down at the streets. People were gathering all around below, looking up at the figure in the sky. One of them, an old lady, looked up at Bullseye.

"What is it, can you see from up there?" she asked, "Is it one of those superheroes?"

"Something like that," Bullseye shouted back.

The snow was still falling. Bullseye closed his eyes, tilting his head upwards and spreading out his arms. He'd used to do this as a kid, stand outside and jsut let the snow fall on him. Who cares if he didn't have decorations or a tree? Christmas was all about the little things, being thankful for what you had.

Maybe the year ahead wasn't going to be so bad after all...

THE END
 
IC: Count Nefaria

I begin to set up shop in the arctic. As I'm connecting some computer equipment, I notice that there is something wrong with Cloak and Dagger.

"W...What's going on? Where are we?"

Cloak looks at me.

"Who the HELL are you?!?!"


"Damn. Loki's cntrol must be waivering. I was afraid of this."

I fly at them at high speed, knocking them into a teleportation unit I set up earlyer. I teleport them back to New York. In their dazed state, they'll barely rememb er this. I look to Cannonball.

"Well then. I guess it's just you, me, and Taskmaster."

"Yes, m'lord."

"Yes. Quite."

I head to the main room and sit in my chair.

"Time now to sit, wait, and watch what transpires in the world. I'll just wait until the time is right to strike."

I turn on several monitor screens, and begin watching the events in the world as they happen.

"Don't get too comfortable children. I will be back."
 
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Thanos raises his shields at the last possible second as the mighty hammer, Stormbreaker, crashes down. Beta Ray Bill delivers a blow that could shatter a mountain, but it does not penetrate the Titan’s defenses. Rebounding from the blocked assault, Beta Ray is just able to nimbly avoid a point blank blast from Thanos’ eye beams by ducking under them. Thanos had to lower his shields to make his attack, and so Bill lands and leg sweeps the Titan off his feet.
With a thunderous battle cry, Bill leaps on the Titan and brings Stormbreaker down, smashing the Titan in the face. Mystical lightning crackles through the ebon void of space as Beta Ray brings Stormbreaker crashing down once more. Raising it to the heavens once again, Bill brings Stormbreaker down to strike the Titan once more…only this time Thanos catches the wrist of Beta Ray with his right hand.

“Impossible”, Beta Ray thinks.

Thanos smiles wickedly as a slight drizzle of blood pours from his nose. Thanos tightens his grip, and the bones in Bill’s left wrist crack and splinter. Bill screams. A scream of both pain and rage. To his credit though, Bill does not let go of his mighty Uru hammer.

The Titan rises to his feet as Beta Ray kicks him in the midsection with both heels in an attempt to break Thanos’ vice-like gripe. Thanos does not let go though. He does not even acknowledge the blow. He simply stares at Bill with that evil, toothy grin plastered on his face, and proceeds to hammer Beta Ray with a series of backhand blows.

When Thanos finishes the beating, he hurls Bill across the asteroid’s surface. Bill, with a shattered wrist and hurting from the backhand strikes, skips off of jagged rocks before slamming to a stop against a large mound.

“Come now, Beta Ray Bill”, chides Thanos as he casually strolls towards Beta Ray, “Surely the Oath-Brother of the Mighty Thor can do better than this?”

Bill grunts as he gets up to his feet, blood smeared across his face. His left wrist looks like pulp, but he valiantly grabs Stormbreaker in his right hand and stands ever defiant.
“You wish to see my best, Titan?”
Stormbreaker begins to crackle with mystical energy.
“Then I shall be happy to show you!”

A blast of mythic proportions gushes from the enchanted Uru hammer that engulfs the Titan and bathes Bill and the surrounding asteroid in a bright white light. The blast can even be seen by the forces of Thanos and New Korbin as they do battle just outside the atmosphere of the planet. The giant space battle seems to pause for a few seconds as fighters on both sides look on in awe of the spectacle of the blast.

An explosion rocks the asteroid. The titanic blast from Stormbreaker has shattered the giant space rock into pieces.

Beta Ray Bill floats motionless for a handful of seconds, his armor and clothes tattered and torn, and Stormbreaker hanging onto his good wrist by the leather strap. His eyes open slowly, and Bill shakes his head to clear the cobwebs out. Looking around him, Beta Ray surveys the damage he has wrought. The giant asteroid lay in ruins. Dozens of smaller chunks of it still litter the spaceways, but the majority of it has been turned to atoms.

Bill’s eyes open wide as he hears a loud, haughty laughter from behind him.

Spinning around, Bill is surprised to see the Titan still standing on top of a chunk of the asteroid. Most of his clothing had been burnt to dust from the mystic blast, but Thanos, and the major pieces of his armor, appeared none the worse for wear.

“Very good, Beta Ray Bill”, laughs the Titan, “Very good indeed. That blast actually penetrated my shields. I must say, I am impressed.”

As ever the warrior, Bill tries to attack again, but he is too weak. The blast and his injuries have taken their toll on him. He flies at the Titan and brings Stormbreaker down to strike the Titan in his now exposed ribs, but Thanos just steps forward at the last second, catching Bill’s arm in-between his arm and his side. With lightning quick reflexes, Thanos jerks his arm and breaks Bill’s limb at the elbow.
Bill screams in pain, but continues to try and fight by headbutting the Titan square in his still bleeding nose. The Titan takes this in stride and lands a headbutt right back, bringing spots to Bill’s eyes and sending him to his knees.

Thanos raises both his hands high above his head and brings them down in an axehandle blow atop Bill’s cranium, splitting Beta Ray’s helmet in two and knocking him to the ground at his feet.
Reaching down, Thanos grasps Bill by the throat and lifts him up. The Champion of the Korbinites and Oath-Brother to Thor has seen better days. His left wrist is shattered, his other arm broken at the elbow and hanging sickly at his side, his body covered in cuts and blood, and his face bloody and swollen.

Thanos is no longer smiling. Even when he knew he had no chance, Bill continued to fight on, and part of Thanos respected that.
Thanos speaks, “You have earned my respect today, Beta Ray Bill, and so I will spare your life.”
Pulling Bill close towards him to make sure that he hears his words, Thanos continues in a cold uncaring voice, “However, should you ever come against me again, I will see to it that you and your people spend the rest of their days in endless agony.”

And with that, Thanos tosses Bill over his shoulder, sending the Korbinite Champion streaking through the inky blackness of space.
 
IC: Captain America.

"89. 90. 91.92."

My penthouse. Hell's Kitchen. 7:00 AM.

"93. 94."

The Fight at the White House was a fiasco. Damn, what were they thinking? Rushing into battle without a plan like that.

"95. 96. 97."

On top of all that, The Red Skull has disapeared. Seems to have had a falling out with Doom.

"98. 99. 100."

I stand up and place the weights back on their racks. I go into the kitchen, and get a bottle of water from the fridge. What to do now? Contrary to what you may read in comic books, we super powered adventurers have severe lags of time between adventures.

I go into my room, looking for a book I've been meaning to read. Then, something on the dresser catches my eye. A card someone gace me a few years ago at a convention. Hmmm.

I open one of the drawers.

My old art supplies.

My first real passion.

I haven't picked up a pencil in years. I take one of the artboards and pencils, and begin to sketch.

10 minutes.

20.

30.

40 minutes later, and I'm done. It's a picture of me, Jim Hammond, Namor, Union Jack, Bucky, Spitfire, Whizzer, and Miss America.

The Invaders.

The good old days.

I pick up the phone and dial the number on the card.

"Mr. Diddio? It's Steve Rodgers. Yes, Captain America. Listen, you wouldn't happen to have any work available, do you?"
 
I sit at this desk, watch over Nefaria's America territory. Not much to do but sit and think. I look over the last couple of months, seeing what I could have done, differnetly what I should have done. The people slain by my hand, the blood I've shed because of my mistakes. It's all the same to me. This is just a job and I do it well. Leading my life the best that I can.

Christmas, I never really had many friends to give presents to but there were those few that had become parts of my life. Sandi, we had broken up because of my job, but we still keep in touch. Just a card with some money in it, not much but it'll do. Alex Hayden, always had a taste for classical music, so I had one of the lackeys hand deliver him the best sound system money could buy.

"End the year, with a good job, lots of money and fond memories" I say to myself as I think of the last year, "Task completed"
 

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