The "Heroes vs Villains: Marvel" RPG Season VI

[BnKRPG]

This is the "Heroes vs. Villains: Marvel RPG” Season VI
similar to The World of Heroes: DC Style Season IV in the DC Comic Board.

GAMEMASTERS AND DEPUTIES

• Midnight Ice – GAMEMASTER
• Electro UK – GAMEMASTER
• Feature - ASSISTANT GAMEMASTER
• Venom160 - ASSISTANT GAMEMASTER

RULES

• You can choose to be any superhero or super villain in the Marvel Universe, as long as they:

Are NOT deities, gods, or people such as Death. People like Thanos and Silver Surfer and Captain Marvel and Galactus are okay, though...

Are true to the personality and abilities of the character, such as no Cyclops moving planets with his optic blasts, Dazzler defeating Galactus, or Aunt May as Galatus's new Herald...

• This is a working environment, so you can travel to different places using your powers or vehicles. Don't miraculously pop up unless you're a teleporter or such...

• You can reside in any place in the Marvel Universe. You can also travel off-planet, to such places as the Skrull homeworld...

• Don't do anything RANDOM like chopping off board user's heads or what not, unless your a villain chopping off inanimate victims heads, then whatever, go with it, as long as it's not technically RANDOM...

• Don't be killing people without reason. You know your weaknesses and strengths, what you can do or can't. Dazzler will lose against Thanos one on one, but may be able to use her allies to help her out or she can run away...

• If you want to take part in this, just PM BNKRPG or any of the mods or list your name and character here and I'll put your name and character on the first post here. First come, first serve...

• New RP'ers must start playing on Earth unless said so by any of the mods.

• You can form supervillain gangs, superhero teams, alliances, the works...

• You should have a hideout of some sort, at least in the beginning when your not traveling...

• If you get killed, re-spawn somewhere else like in a hospital or morgue or whatever. Keep playing...

• There can be a number of stories going on at once, using different people...

• Act like your characters, ASSUME their traits and personalities...

• There are endless places to go and endless things to do: ENDLESS possibilities so get creative...

• There are limits to time travel, do NOT time travel unless you have talked to one of the Gamemasters…

• There should be MINIMAL cussing and swearing in posts.
  There will be NO By-passing the censors. This is a Hype rule, and NO exceptions will be made for the RPG.

• No obscene topics!

• People who disobey these rules, some more major than the others, will get BOOTED a la DEW K. MOSI. As she said about the last thread...

• If a player decides to kill off their character, new players must have permission from the previous player (if he is still in the RPG) to resurrect that character

For more of the ‘rules’ see- RPG Etiquette

Now here are the players and their characters (alphabetized in each group):

HAVE FUN PEOPLE!!! This is as good as I can do.....

HEROES​

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Deadpool
Electro UK

Scarlet Spider
Venom160

Scarlett Spider
twylight

Spider-Man
Electro UK

Black Panther
Blacklight

Luke Cage
Byrd Man

White Tiger
Harlekin

Daredevil
Feature

Winter Soldier
Apprentice

Moon Knight
Master Bruce

Black Cat
aaron

Captain America
bkhedr

Iron Man
Red X

Thor
bkhedr

Wasp
MST3K 4ever

Falcon
Oh Snap!

Human Torch
Eddie Brock Jr.

The Thing
Unstoppable

Iceman
Midnight Ice

Wolverine
Apprentice

Gambit
Asteroid-Man

Cyclops
Oh Snap!

Rogue
twylight

Kitty Pryde
Eddie Brock Jr.

Colossus
Byrd Man

Beast
Marvels Finest

Jean Grey
Charlie No-One

Decibel
Marvels Finest


VILLAINS


Bullseye
Keyser Soze

Kang the Conqueror
Johnny Blaze

Dr. Octopus
ElectroFlare

Kaine
Feature

The Green Goblin
Watchman

Magneto
Midnight Ice

Red Skull
Watchman

Taskmaster
Gregor

Arcade
Asteroid-Man

Diamondback
Brotha-Man​

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REST IN PIECE
The Dead List
Because YOU demanded it!

Electro
Electro UK
*Killed in a bomb explosion*

Siryn
NPC
*Killed in the Ultron attack at her and Deadpool's wedding*

Mr. Immortal
Superferret
*too many times to count*
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** means that the character is pending. In other words, the rule is that if you don't post in two weeks without prior notice, you are scrubbed from the roster...

* Means that this is a TWO character player. The player has asked special permission to RP two characters...

* Means that this is an attached NPC...

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Need some examples of RPing? Why not look at

THE MARVEL RPG'S GREATEST HITS

Season The First:

The Death of Mary Jane

Deadpool finds the X-jet

Bullseye Watches Mary Jane's Funeral

Season The Second:

Jamie Madrox Breaks Down then Up Again

Electro turns on Bullseye

Classic Johnny and Ben

Season The Third:

Deadpool joins the Avengers (joint post between Spider-man9X17 and Electro UK)

Mr. Immortal Interviews Carnage

Daredevil comes close to Death

Deadpool and Deadpool Jr. Go Christmas Shopping

Captain America alone with his Memories

Season The Fourth:

Electro's Last Stand

Bullseye Cheats Justice

Deadpool thanks the Avengers for taking him in

Season The Fifth:

Hawkeye Battles an Ultron Wave

Deadpool One Year Later

Tony Stark is Blackmailed

Deadpool's Wedding

MARVEL RPG SEASON VI

Screen Name:

Character you would like to play on Earth:

Powers:

Three reasons why you have chosen that character:

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3.

Write two complete sentences using proper English grammar explaining what you think you can bring to the RPG:

How many times do you intend on posting a DAY IN the RPG:

Do you know how to post pictures on the hype boards:

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[Electro UK]

My name is James Rhodes, and I am nothing. I'm worthless. I'm scum. And now, none of that even matters, because the level I stooped to didn't even pay off. He's still alive. Tony Stark. Once my best friend, now my worst enemy. Two months ago, I stabbed him. The President of the United States of America, I stabbed him, within good reason.

Tony's wrong. He's causing the fall of the Super Human Community, a community I was a part of, a community I should have saved that night in Washington. But he survived, and because of what I've done, Super Human relations are worse than ever.

Now? They've stuck me in Rykers. I sit on my bed, just looking up into the ceiling. I'm scum now. No better than the rest of these low lifes. But I will not let them take me down. A hero in prison is Christmas for these bums. I can hardly moved my right arm thanks to Hammerhead's outbreak yesterday. And then there's the little guys, small timers and jokes like Grizzly.

But without my armour, they're no joke. I have the basics to defend myself from a small group of them, but I'm no Spider-man. Without my armour, I'm nothing. So all I can do is take it. My back's cut up, my neck is red, I limp, I stagger, and when I finally fall, I'm met by a barrage of feet, digging in. I'm useless.

But I will not go down. I will not let these morons stop me. I'm going to get out, and I'm going to finish what I started.

Tony Stark's not safe yet. Not by a long shot.

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

2 months ago…

“‘Nother beer, Clint?”

“Hell yeah, Billy boy. Keep ‘em comin’.”

Clint Barton couldn’t help but smile as he took a swig out of the full bottle of beer. It wasn’t so much the mild buzz he had going, but more the feeling of friendship and community he found around him in the Irish-themed restaurant/pub. Old friends, long thought lost, coming out for a night with the lost son who had finally returned home. It had been a little awkward at first, seeing all these people after so many years, trying to explain where he had been, but that didn’t keep the good time down for very long. Never in a million years could Clint have imagined this is what Heidi had planned when she offered to take them all out to dinner. She had said it was some teacher outing to unwind after a long school week. Few friends, a couple Clint may or may not have known. The whole town had just about showed up though, all to welcome Clint home.

Wanda and Magn…Eric…mingled in amongst the people, taking in the atmosphere and the people. It was funny, hearing all the comments of how familiar the two of them looked. Kate sat at a table in the corner of the dining area, making googly faces at the twins and working on her third plate of hot wings. Kid was definitely a Barton. Heidi sat up at the bar wit Clint and some of the boys, though she was more content to talk and keep everyone from getting too rowdy. The latter was proving to be a little harder than she anticipated.

“C’mon boys, I’m gonna order a round of shots. What’s everyone want?”

Clint patted Greg Pierce, a kid who had lived at the end of the block when they were kids, on the back. He was a medium height lanky guy who had also ended up as a teacher. HE and Clint had gotten along great as kids, though they always liked to pick.

“I think you need to stick to ice water, Greg.”

“Screw you, man,” Greg responded in jest. “Now, you want me to pay for your booze, or you wanna blow your own money?”

“Cuervo Gold, straight.”

“You guys be careful mixing drinks like that.”

“Alcohol’s alcohol. What harm can it do?”

The bartender mixed the different shots and handed them out.

“A toast, to our boy Clint. It took him long enough, but he finally came back to where he belongs.”

Everyone raised their shot glasses but Clint. His eyes looked passed the group to the television mounted on the wall. It was a scene obviously from earlier in the day of the White House. Smoke rose from a large hole in the wall. Police, FBI, and Secret Service could be seen everywhere in the shot, swarming the Presidential manner. He caught a few brief glimpses of Cap, Rhodey, and that dick Lazarus as well. Rhodey was being led away in handcuffs as a headline finally flashed along the bottom of the screen.

“PRESIDENT ATTACKED.”

“Hey, Bill, turn the up.”

Bill, the bartender, turned around and hit the volume button.

“…scene earlier today as James Rhodes, acting president and CEO of Stark Industries, long time Stark aid, and the hero known as War Machine is escorted from the White House after brutally attack President Stark. Rhodes was subdued by the masked hero known as Lazarus, and as you can see by the file footage, Captain America was also on the scene at one point. President Stark was rushed away to George Washington University Hospital where he remain in very critical condition at this hour.”

Clint’s heart skipped a beat as he took in all the information. This is what he had feared, this is what he had seen coming yet so desperately wanted to avoid. There was no stopping it now. War was coming.

He took a deep breath and composed himself, finally raising his glass and joing it with the others.

“To good times, for as long as they may last.”

 

[ElectroFlare]

Spider-man let go of his web line and plummeted.

"I don't know how I ever gave this up for a whole year." He whispered as the air whipped around his mask as he accerelated towards the ground.

"A year of normalacy, followed by some crazy things." He twisted his wrist and depressed his two middle fingers to fly again through the sky.

"First Ben Reilly shows up. I watched him die. I thought those things only were supposed to happen on Days of Our Lives. Then he brings in my long-dead girlfriend. Even weirder. I mean, I was half-expecting the twigh-light zone music to start every time I put on my mask."

Spider-man flipped in a way that acrobats would stare at with envy. They could try to imitate, but it would never be as effortless as the man with radioactive blood.

"Then a bunch of creepy crawlies came after me. That one...that was too freaky. Mary Jane, Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy. They all tried to take me down to the depths of Hell. Even Kraven. Weird, wasn't expecting to see him. But, hey, lifes a party? I guess until you lose it."

He stopped by landing on the side of a sky-scraper. He looked out to the city.

"Lose it...I've lost everyone. All I have now is this mask and the kids. I wear this mask for them now."

 

[Electro UK]

"This is a real problem man, I dunno what I'm gonna do. I don't think we can ever go back in there. Maybe we should call Hawkeye."

"Wade, I'm sure Jarvis can handle it." My name is Wade Wilson and I have never experienced such fear in all my life. And I've gone toe to toe with the Great Lake Avengers for crying out loud. Not to mention such A-listers as that guy who stole a purse from a lady and the dreaded man who I looked at funny and then he beat me up. I dunno where this world would be without me. Seriously, and you thought Thano's Invasion was big.

Jarvis comes into the kitchen. I bite my finger nails. "Well? Is it... dead?" Jarvis produces a small, squashed spider from a roll up news paper.

"Dead by my standards Master Wade, although I would ask you not to double check by placing a grenade next to it, the builders will be so unhappy after they just repaired the living room yesterday."

I breath a deep sigh of relief. Finally, the equilibrium has been restored. Peace is once more, and I can go back into my room and finished... um... private... buisness. I give Jarvis a hug (and a kiss on the cheek if you must know) as I scurry upstairs like an excited school boy. Now where's that playboy? Honestly, I wish my memory didn't suck, I had it like 5 minutes ago before that horribile incident that we need never talk of again occured.

The last 2 months of my life have been a blast. The boss has gone, and as they say "When the Pink Panther's away, the crazy psychotic son of a b*tch comes out to play." But between games such as "Mr. Immortal's Really, Really bad day" Which I'm sure needs no explanation, and "Jumping from the Quinjet without a parachute"... again involving Mr. Immortal, there's been a few hardships.

There was one day when we were out of bacon. I don't know how I got through it. It was worse than the time an evil robot ripped through my wife (I'm making sick jokes on that too now by the way).

But its fair to say life is good for me-- I'm interrupted by a loud explosion next to my room. I peak round the door to find Mr. I crummpled on the floor, the vast majority of him not connected. "Oh so that's where I left my Proximity mines. Thank's Mr. I."

"N--no...problem..." I look through the hole in the floor. Jarvis is already on the phone the the builders.

"Can you order a pizza while you're at it Jarv? With extra, extra, extra anchovies? On second thoughts, just buy me some anchovies."

Yep, everything's gonna be aaaaaaaaaaalright.

 

[Byrd Man]

I look around at the packed faces watching me walk into the classroom. The attendance sheet says I only have fifteen students instead of the eighty or so that sit in the crowded classroom.

"Welcome to Advanced Pyshics. I'm you professor, Doctor Reed Richards. Now before we begin, does anyone have any questions?"

Every hand in the classroom goes up and I let a sigh escape my lips.

"Does anyone have a question not about or concerning The Fantastic Four?"

Over half the hands go down and the ones remaing are girls and young women.

"No, Johnny Storm is not avalible. He has a wife and children."

Now all the hands are down and I just look around the room.

"Alright then, let's get started..."

I turn to the chalk board and start to write down equations, nearly all the people in the classroom get up and march out, until I accidently stretch my arm out to write farther down the board, then the seats fill back up and people gawk at me.

Looks like this is the retired life, better or worse. This is my life now, I'm Reed Richards and I was Mr. Fantastic.

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

“Awww, son of a…”

Johnny Storm groaned as Lockjaw, the massive bulldog of the Inhumans and best friend/pet of his ex Crystal, proudly marched into the common living room of the Baxter Building carrying a Zip-Loc bag full of itching powder in his mouth. Ben Grimm walked confidently behind the dog, his arms crossed.

“Lookit what ol’ Kibble-Breath found under my pillow.”

“Tattle tale,” Johnny grumbled at Lockjaw as he laid the bag down at Johnny’s feet and the plodded back over to Ben, sitting down in front of the rocky orange superhero and enjoying the rub behind the ears he received for a job well done.

“Nice ta see that yer keepin’ things as normal as possible, even with Suzie and Stretch gone,” Ben commended sarcastically, lumbering through the room and into the kitchen.

“Crystal! Your dog’s mean!” Johnny yelled down the hall to one of his dearest friends, who was helping his wife Frankie bathe their twins, Johnny, Jr. and Mary.

“Johnny, be nice,” came the reply from Frankie.

Johnny sat back in his chair in a huff. It had taken his a great deal of time to get all that powder safely in that bag, and even longer until the coast was clear and he could slip it into Ben’s bed. His mind was already hard at work on his next prank as he flipped through the channels.

“…two months since the attack on his life, and President Stark still remains hospitalized, though his condition has greatly improv…”

“…says he feels very comfortable in his new position and is looking forward to the challenges and opportunities teaching will present. His wife Susan says she is happy to have the family time and not be called out constantly on “superhero busin…”

“…seems to be no movement to find replacements, and the Torch and Thing have themselves been laying low. Their only notable public ‘superhero’ appearance was the team up with Spider-Man two weeks ago against the Mole Man. Perhaps, with the mounting uncertainty on the future of superhero activities, they are finding it best to keep a low prof…”

Johnny flipped off the television. If he wanted a headache, he’d much rather headbutt Ben than listen to the crap they were spewing on TV lately. Actually, that didn’t sound like too bad of an idea. If he caught him off guard, he may be able to knock the big guy over. That was always good for a few startled cries from the tenants as the building shook. He jumped up out of his chair and…

…found himself assaulted by a sudden cloudy puff of white powder. His nose tickled and he began to sneeze relentlessly as he furiously scratched at a sudden itch in his neck…now it was down his back…on his leg…all over…

He rolled his eyes and looked down at the empty bag under his feet.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! LOCKJAW!!!!!”

 

[LibrarianThorne]

His name is Blackagar Boltagon. He is called Black Bolt, and he is King.


He is the most perfect King that has ever, or will ever exist. He is the ruler of the city of Attilan, located in the Himalayan Mountains on Earth. Attilan is populated by a race of people called the Inhumans. Were he able to utter a sound, Black Bolt would perhaps laugh at this designation. The Inhumans are an entire race of people whose genetic makeup is different, each one of them a subspecies of one. It is their uniqueness, shared by all, that unites and divides them. To be an Inhuman is to be the most unique thing in all the galaxies. To be their king requires something more.


“Apparently Iron Man is the President of the United States,” said Crystal, sipping her goblet of wine. Dinner with the royal family of the Inhumans was always a unique experience.
“Isn't he an Avenger?” muttered Gorgon, military leader of Attilan. An enormous mug of ale was gripped in one of his massive hands, the other holding a partially eaten leg of lamb.
“You are correct, brother. Interesting that one of the superhumans has taken political power,” uttered Karnak, sometimes called the Shatterer. Red tattooes covered his fae in intricate patterns that doubtless only made sense to him.
“Could he potentially be a threat?” This time, it was his wife and Queen of the Inhumans, Medusa. Her beautiful, silklike red hair cascaded over her shoulders and down the chair she sat upon. Each bite of her food was small, carefully considered, like every action Medusa took. She was the voice of Black Bolt, the only window others had into his heart and soul. Neither of them would admit it, one because he couldn't, one because she would deny it, but they were each incomplete without the other.


For his part, Black Bolt sat alone at the head of the table, his food sitting before him still steaming with heat. He would not say how much he enjoyed conversation, even ones he had heard several times before. Nor would he say how much he enjoyed new conversations, because to do so would surely mean the greatest destruction fathomable.


“Iron Man is noble, smart, and powerful. He will make good leader, I think.” Triton's voice was always so strange, even to his king. A cousin, perpetually and literally a fish out of water.


Black Bolt took a bite of the succulent leg of lamb before him. His teeth bit carefully into the flank, sweet juices running into his mouth. With greatest caution, he chewed the small portion, and swalloed it. Not one sound escaped his throat. Since childhood, since one disastrous day, Black Bolt has monitored every vibration of his powerful vocal chords. To do any less would be to unleash untold devastation amongst his people, something the man, or rather, Inhuman could never allow.


“He will become corrupted by it. He is human, and they are corrupted by power. He is no longer merely one of their superhumans, now he is their temporary king? The humans have a saying amongst themselves. I believe it is something like, 'Absolute power corrupts absolutely.' He will bear close observance, I think.”
“Hah! Brother, you are taking things far too seriously for your own health.” The boisterous Gorgon clapped his brother Karnak on the back. “Iron Man is valiant and trustworthy. I believe with a warrior such as he in charge, things may actually improve on that godforsaken country.”
“I would agree with Gorgon on this matter, Karnak. I've worked with Tony Stark on the Avengers, and I know him to be one of the best examples of human kind. Perhaps we could, thanks to him, interact more with the humans. Medusa, what does Black Bolt say on the matter?”


Black Bolt inclined his head at his wife, a playful ghost of a smile crossing his features. “Black Bolt would once again like to remind you, Crystal, that he hates it when you talk like he isn't here. Silence does not, as I'm sure you're aware, indicate a lack of conversation from your king.” Black Bolt's face grew serious, his eyebrows furrowing together under the mask of his uniform. “The king thinks that the matter is very complex, perhaps too complex to be discussed at the dinner table.” Slowly, he took another sip of the precious wine of the Inhumans, its flavor sliding acidly down his throat. “He invites us all to enjoy dinner, for the moment, and save discussions of politics for later times and fuller stomachs.”


The assembled Inhuman aristocracy laughed as their king lightened the once dour mood. The corners of Black Bolt's mouth as rousing conversation filled the dining hall again. This was their life, one given to them by fate. Alone and exiled from the human race, part of and yet alien to their own world, the Inhumans bore what humans would deem an unbearable burden. They would never understand, as Black Bolt knew, that it was all of the little things that made Inhuman life bearable, even enjoyable. And none knew, not even Black Bolt himself, the lengths he would go to preserve them.

 

[Watchman]

Paris, France: The Present-A lone man is running for his life. He hasn't turned back and has no idea where his pursuer was. He ran through the streets aimlessly hoping to get away from the red.

********

Many years ago....

The Roman soldier looked up at the body. He had to be dead there was no way one man could have that much torture and brutality. But he had heard most interesting rumors. How this man had perform miracles and many other spectacular feats, there was the possibility that he was still alive. He broke away from his other fellow soldiers and back to the body.

"Longinus?" one of his fellow soldiers said as he passed by him. The soldier know as Longinus went up to the body and stabbed the body in the midsection with his spear. Blood spilled and the sky ripped opened with thunder and lighting. The scene quickly turned to chaos. Longinus was now on the ground and saw the spot where the blood fell. It was in the shape of a skull.

*****

The man kept running nothing could stop him. He had to keep running for if he stop all will be damned. Although he looked back that was fatal mistake. He hit something and fell down. He stared up at the the object. He was all draped in black...a black trench coat. His face was covered in red.

"What is one of Fury's grunts is doing out here?" Two black gloves wrapped around the man throat closing off the man's windpipe.

"....Skull...can't...argkkkk..." The man fell limp in his lands. From the shadows came another man with a skull face this one white.

"Was it wise to kill him?"

"It does not matter there is no evidence that we did it. Come we must visit the professor." The two strolled off to a limo waiting for them. His connections in Washington have told him what was brewing and it was the perfect time for him to take over. He had Osborn working to bring about his army and he will find the ultimate weapon. He would soon walked over the dead of the Americans and hold the beating heart of Captain American in his hand.

 

[Venom160]

We spend the rest of the night searching for the vile creature that was once known as Miles Warren but we couldnt find him. We find ourselfs standing ontop of a stone gargoyle head overlooking the city. Kaine says something along the line of "I'll talk to you later" and than leaves. I don't even register that hes' gone. My head feels really heavy as my mind replays Gwen's death over and over, watching the life slip away from those beutiful eyes. I fight back the tears as I look down at the Scarlet Spider mask in my hand, I never put it back on after leaving the warehouse cause it was covered in Gwen's blood.

I feel rage starting to build at the sight of the mask as if that alone was the symbol of all the pain and suffering that Peter, Kaine, and myself have endured.

"No more."

I let go and watch as the wind takes the mask. From now on theres' one less spider in this city.............


The End.

Two months later.....

"Earth to Ben we got costumers waiting for their coffee!"

"Sorry Shirl."

It been two months sense I threw away the mask and burned the costume and Iv finally gotten some of my old life back. Im a few weeks away from having enough cash saved up to move out of Pete's place plus not having to worry bout some villain popping up wanting to pound my face into mush. For the first time sence I came back im actually happy, shame it took Gwen's death to bring it on. The thought of Gwen brings back the horrible memories of that night: Jackel holding Gwen between himself and me, his clawed finger pressed against her neck. Why didnt I do somthing!

"Ben is somthing wrong? Ben?"

A hand waves across my eyes bringing me out of my thoughts. I look over and see Shirley standing next to me, a concerned look on her face.

"You ok?"

I smile as I bring the empty serving tray back to counter.

"Yeah im fine I just got stuff on my mind thats all."

Shirley watches as I put acouple cups onto the tray.

"I got this, you go on home."

"But I don't get off for another hour."

"Don't worry bout it."

She takes the tray from me and literally pushes me out the door. I turn as she shuts the door on my face and waves bye.

"Well if you insist."

I walk into the alley beside the Daily Grind and pull out the keys to my bike.

"Somebody help! Please!."

I look out of the alley and see some punk running down the street towards me, a woman's purse in his hands. I stick my foot out and trip the punk as he runs by sending him flying face first onto the pavement. Im standing over him before he can get up.

"Did your mother ever tell you that stealing is bad?"

"Yeah."

I grab him by the back of the shirt and yank him to his feet.

"What? I couldnt hear ya, maybe if you take off this ski mask I could hear ya better."

I reach up and yank off the mask revealing the face of Shirley's son.

"Oh my god Devon?!"

 

[Red]

IC:

Washington DC, Press Briefing Room, the White House

There was an air of uncertainty to the proceedings in Washington today, but not because the reporters that had gathered didn’t know what this was about but instead because they did, everyone did. In the aftermath of War Machines vicious attack on both the The President and the White House unrest against superheroes had reached new heights: Riots throughout the nation, people refusing superhuman aid. The nation had quickly spiraled out of control and a bold move needed to be made to save it.

A hush fell over the assembled reporters and cameramen in the room as Tony Stark stepped out from behind the ruby red curtains and carrying a sleek grey briefcase took to the stage. Tony produced his speech from out his jacket pocket and rested the briefcase against the podium. “I would like to issue a statement regarding the current superhuman cricis” said Tony. The President ran his eyes over his speech one final time, this was too important for their to be even the littest mistake. “My fellow Americans: As you know congress met today to discuss a reform in superhumans activities and it has been decided that in order to stop the riots and acts of volience against the superheroes community…” Tony paused, taking a moment to fully accept the magnitude of what he was saying. “A Superhuman Registration Act will be passed.”

“The act will require all active post-human individuals to register with the united states government, revealing their true identitys to the authorities and sumbiting to training and sactioning in the manner of federal agents under S.H.E.I.LD jurisdiction” The Golden Avenger continued “In 30 days the Act becomes law and all those who refuse to comply will be hunted down and arrested, along with anyone aiding or abetted them.”

"If I am to fully support the act however, I must come clean first. Ever since my candidacy I have kept a secret from you all and for that I am sorry. But this is not a secret that I am ashamed of. No, I am proud of it. This is who I am, and we should never hide from who we really are. My fellow Americans…” Tony shut his eyes and focused hard.The breifcase beside the podium burst open and released red and gold sections of the Iron Man armor.

The armor encircled the President and magnitized to his frame incased him inside. “…I am Iron Man.” The audience gave a collective gasp. “I ask all post-human individuals to come forward as I have and register. It’s time to take off the masks show the people of this nation that you trust them with your lives, as much as you've asked them to trust you with theirs."

 

[Keyser Soze]

Bullseye loved this view. From the top of the Empire State Building, looking down on New York City, you felt like king of the world. This was one of his favourite places to be, and it was where he'd came this morning. With the baseball cap pulled over his head, he was anonymous, invisible.

But soon, all eyes would be on him.

"So, are we clear?"

Trevor's voice hissed into his ear through the Bluetooth headset.

"Crystal. But I'm takin' a pretty damn big risk here. This better work out good for me in the end..."

"...It will. Did you see the news?"

"I did. Tony Stark came outta the closet. Of course, for elightened folks like you and me, that's old news. Things are gonna get real interestin'..."

"They certainly are. And you are going to have a major role to play in ensuring this all goes to plan. It's a gamble, but I know you have the skill to pull this off. Be ready."

With that, Trevor ended the call. Bullseye grinned, taking off the headset and sticking it in his pocket. Humming the national anthem to himself, Bullseye leaned over the railing, looking down at the protective netting that hung around the top floor of the skyscraper. To prevent suicide, and people tossing crap off. Apparently, if you dropped a quarter off the top of the Empire State Building, it would gain enough velocity in its fall to the ground, that it would leave a crater on the pavement. Or some poor schmuck's head. Bullseye had found that little tidbit of info interesting, for obvious reasons.

As Bullseye turned away from the railing, he passed a little boy and his mother. Bullseye winked at the boy, pointing a trigger finger at him with a click of the tongue. The little boy smiled in return, totally unaware he'd just encountered one of the most vicious killers on the planet. A killer who made his way onto the elevator back down to earth, singing softly to himself.

"O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light..."

...

New York City had been through a lot of tragedy in recent years. Some would say that its citizens had become hardened to it all, numbed by the endless bloodshed and destruction. But that wasn't true. The people were afraid. And today, they had good reason to be.

The skies darkened, with the bright afternoon sun blocked from few. As the sea of New Yorkers on the streets slowly looked up with growing dread, gasps soon turned to screams of horror.

Sentinels. Over a hundred of them. And they were closing in on Manhattan.

But these Sentinels were not just programmed to go after mutants. No, that programming had been changed. These Sentinels had new directives. Kill everything in sight.

As the laser blasts started blasting innocent bystanders into oblivion, the streets descended into a scene of chaos. Blind panic ruled over all, as people desperately fleed for their lives, trampling each other, or being caught by the Sentinels. The heart of New York City had turned into the killing field. And these people needed a hero to save them.

Luckily for them, one had arrived.

"Leave these people alone!"

Lazarus hovered in the air, holding up a Sentinel's foot. He'd stopped it from coming crashing down on a bus, and now was using all the strength his armour gave him to stop it from crushing him. Some crowds of people began to cheer.

He'd give them something to cheer for. Lazarus fired an intensive energy blast through the base of the Sentinel's foot, with it blasting up through the robot's knee. He flew upwards through the hole he created, and with another energy blast, cut clean through the Sentinel's head. More cheers as the Sentinel's head tumbled to the ground below. Lazarus guided the collapsing body down slowly, so it wouldn't squash any innocent bystanders.

But once he was done, he became aware of the shadow deepening around him. He looked up, and discovered he was surrounded by Sentinels.

"A little help here would be nice..."

 

[Byrd Man]

Bullseye loved this view. From the top of the Empire State Building, looking down on New York City, you felt like king of the world. This was one of his favourite places to be, and it was where he'd came this morning. With the baseball cap pulled over his head, he was anonymous, invisible.

But soon, all eyes would be on him.

"So, are we clear?"

Trevor's voice hissed into his ear through the Bluetooth headset.

"Crystal. But I'm takin' a pretty damn big risk here. This better work out good for me in the end..."

"...It will. Did you see the news?"

"I did. Tony Stark came outta the closet. Of course, for elightened folks like you and me, that's old news. Things are gonna get real interestin'..."

"They certainly are. And you are going to have a major role to play in ensuring this all goes to plan. It's a gamble, but I know you have the skill to pull this off. Be ready."

With that, Trevor ended the call. Bullseye grinned, taking off the headset and sticking it in his pocket. Humming the national anthem to himself, Bullseye leaned over the railing, looking down at the protective netting that hung around the top floor of the skyscraper. To prevent suicide, and people tossing crap off. Apparently, if you dropped a quarter off the top of the Empire State Building, it would gain enough velocity in its fall to the ground, that it would leave a crater on the pavement. Or some poor schmuck's head. Bullseye had found that little tidbit of info interesting, for obvious reasons.

As Bullseye turned away from the railing, he passed a little boy and his mother. Bullseye winked at the boy, pointing a trigger finger at him with a click of the tongue. The little boy smiled in return, totally unaware he'd just encountered one of the most vicious killers on the planet. A killer who made his way onto the elevator back down to earth, singing softly to himself.

"O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light..."

...

New York City had been through a lot of tragedy in recent years. Some would say that its citizens had become hardened to it all, numbed by the endless bloodshed and destruction. But that wasn't true. The people were afraid. And today, they had good reason to be.

The skies darkened, with the bright afternoon sun blocked from few. As the sea of New Yorkers on the streets slowly looked up with growing dread, gasps soon turned to screams of horror.

Sentinels. Over a dozen of them. And they were closing in on Manhattan.

But these Sentinels were not just programmed to go after mutants. No, that programming had been changed. These Sentinels had new directives. Kill everything in sight.

As the laser blasts started blasting innocent bystanders into oblivion, the streets descended into a scene of chaos. Blind panic ruled over all, as people desperately fleed for their lives, trampling each other, or being caught by the Sentinels. The heart of New York City had turned into the killing field. And these people needed a hero to save them.

Luckily for them, one had arrived.

"Leave these people alone!"

Lazarus hovered in the air, holding up a Sentinel's foot. He'd stopped it from coming crashing down on a bus, and now was using all the strength his armour gave him to stop it from crushing him. Some crowds of people began to cheer.

He'd give them something to cheer for. Lazarus fired an intensive energy blast through the base of the Sentinel's foot, with it blasting up through the robot's knee. He flew upwards through the hole he created, and with another energy blast, cut clean through the Sentinel's head. More cheers as the Sentinel's head tumbled to the ground below. Lazarus guided the collapsing body down slowly, so it wouldn't squash any innocent bystanders.

But once he was done, he became aware of the shadow deepening around him. He looked up, and discovered he was surrounded by Sentinels.

"A little help here would be nice..."

Misses Yun rings me up.

"Okay, that 14.50, but Luke Cage price is 50 cents."

I shake my head and reach for my wallet.

"No way, It's been 2 years since I stopped that punk from knocking this store over. You've paid your debt and then some."

"No. You have wife and kid to think about. No, I'm okay."

I pick up the bag and look inside. Baby food, Huggies, a bag of oranges, and a six pack of beer. What a combination. Before I can walk out, I see Sentinels descend onto the street and blast at innocent people.

"Damn..I gotta go. Mind holding onto these?"

I hand Ms. Yun the bag and run out into the street. That Lazarus fellow's already on the scene.

"What's up man?"

Before he can respond, I leap and drive my first through one of The Sentinel's chest.

 

[Keyser Soze]

Lazarus flew towards the new arrival. Luke Cage. Hero For Hire.

Heh, that makes two of us.

"What took you so long?"

 

[Byrd Man]

Lazarus flew towards the new arrival. Luke Cage. Hero For Hire.

Heh, that makes two of us.

"What took you so long?"

I rip the left arm off one of the Sentinels and use it to beat his head off. I grip the amr and swing it, it knocks one of the other robots down.

"Sorry, dude. I have a life you know. Maybe you should try having one sometimes. It'd do you good."

I throw the arm like a javalin and spear one of the other Sentinels in the chest.

 

[Keyser Soze]

I rip the left arm off one of the Sentinels and use it to beat his head off. I grip the amr and swing it, it knocks one of the other robots down.

"Sorry, dude. I have a life you know. Maybe you should try having one sometimes. It'd do you good."

I throw the arm like a javalin and spear one of the other Sentinels in the chest.

"Oh, I'd like to have a life. But being an A-list superhero is tough. You need balls of steel..."

Lazarus hit the boosters, flying full-force upwards through the "groin" of one of the Sentinels. He crashed around inside the giant robot for a few seconds, destroying the internal circuitry, before blasting out the robot's back, leaving a crater in his wake. As the Sentinel collapsed to the ground, Lazarus flew towards Luke Cage, holding two large, circular machine parts. He tossed them over to Cage.

"Here, see how these ones fit."

 

[Byrd Man]

"Oh, I'd like to have a life. But being an A-list superhero is tough. You need balls of steel..."

Lazarus hit the boosters, flying full-force upwards through the "groin" of one of the Sentinels. He crashed around inside the giant robot for a few seconds, destroying the internal circuitry, before blasting out the robot's back, leaving a crater in his wake. As the Sentinel collapsed to the ground, Lazarus flew towards Luke Cage, holding two large, circular machine parts. He tossed them over to Cage.

"Here, see how these ones fit."

I slip the macchine parts on my fist and knock them together.


"Hell yeah."

I start to knock Sentinels out, left and right. As more of them fall, more of them arrive. I turn back to Lazarus.

"Hey, flyboy. Wanna use those fancy beams of yours to knock them b**** out the sky?"

 

[Keyser Soze]

I slip the macchine parts on my fist and knock them together.


"Hell yeah."

I start to knock Sentinels out, left and right. As more of them fall, more of them arrive. I turn back to Lazarus.

"Hey, flyboy. Wanna use those fancy beams of yours to knock them b**** out the sky?"

"You read my mind..."

Lazarus rubbed his palms together, building up a huge current of concussive energy. Finally, with a deafening sonic boom, he released a concentrated blast at one Sentinel. But it was aimed perfectly, with just the right balance to ricochet off the first Sentinel's chest, blast right through the head of the second, and put a hole right through the third Sentinel's chest. All three collapsed to the ground simultaneously, reduced to scrap metal!

"HA!"

Bullseye...

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Johnny stepped out of the shower for the 6th time and dried himself off. It had 3 bars of soaps, 2 bottles of shampoo, and a bottle of body wash, but he had finally gotten all of the itching powder off of himself. He threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top and headed out into his and Frankie’s private quarters.

He flipped on the TV as he fished for some real clothes to wear, catching the end of yet another late breaking newscast.

“…Stark, just today resuming the Presidency, has announced a Superhuman Registration Act to go into effect thirty days from now…”

“What the hell?!”

Johnny stared at the TV, reading the news ticker along the bottom of the screen. He swore, if he stared close enough, he could see Stark’s head slowly inflating…

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud *THUD* as the whole building shook.

“Ben musta fell…down…the…”

Johnny stared out the window just as something passed by, blocking out the sunlight filtering in through the glass. His eyes grew big as saucers as an over joyous grin crossed his face.

-

“Lunch is served,” Frankie said, taking two pizzas out of the oven and placing it in the middle of the table. Ben took one entire pie for himself, leaving the second to be broken up between Frankie, Crystal, and the twins.

*THUD*

“Sorry, must be hungrier than I though,” Ben said sheepishly.

*THUD*

“That one wasn’t me.”

“What in the world is going on…” Frankie started toward the window, but everyone suddenly turned toward a very soft sound coming down the hall, getting louder.

“SSSSSSSSSSEEENNNNNNNNTTTTTTIIIIIINNNNNNEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLSSSSSSS”

Johnny literally flew by the kitchen, fully uniformed and half in flame. As quickly as he was there, he was gone again, out the window at the end of the hall.

Johnny took a moment to freefall, enjoying the fresh air against his skin, the roar of the air gently assaulting his ears. Mere feet before he hit the ground, he turned the jets on.

“FLAME ON!!”

He shot straight up, targeting the closest giant killer robot, his arms extended straight out in front of him. In a heartbeat, he plowed through the midsection of the Sentinel, emerging out the other side amid a shower of spark, circuits, and twisted, melted metal. He kept flying straight up, reaching his peak and then diving bombing for another Sentinel, taking it out in a similar way, plowing through it’s head rather than midsection.

“TWO!!”

 

[Watchman]

"Breaking news from Washington, we have learned that President Stark is the Avenger known as Iron Man. Revealing himself to America today but that was not all. A new bill that he stated will be pass in one months time will force all costume figures to reveal their identities to the government and becoming S.H.I.E.L.D operatives...." Norman turned his the television in his office off. This was excellent news those idiots were going to turn on each other, he could feel it. He peeked out the windows and saw a mass of people gathering outside of city hall. Damn reporters...nothing but vultures. Of course running the city with the largest number of super heroes he was going to answer a few questions. He threw on his coat and left the office.

Once he was outside he was immediately swarmed by the reporters, all of them sticking microphones in his face and shouting questions. He could kill them all right this cause him to smile.

"Mayor, Mr. Osborn, Mayor..." all of them keep yelling.

"Mayor, what is your stance and thoughts on the SHRA?"

"I am in full support of this act. After the attack on Washington by one of these "heroes" we need to keep track of them."

"What is your administration's plans in enforcing the SHRA?"

"Plans are being drawn up as we speak and will work with S.H.I.E.L.D concerning enforcing the SHRA. No more questions now, a press conference is being plan once we receive more information." Osborn steps into his limo which begins to drive off. After driving for some time a loud thud came from behind them. Osborn tilted his head to find out the source of the noise. A large humanoid shape towered over them, it was a Sentinel. Without thinking Norman banged on the glass separated him and the driver.

"Drive! Get us the hell out of here?" The driver pressed down on the gas speeding down the street.

"Where to you want to me do Mr. Osborn?"

"Take me to my labs." The limo pulled up to the lab. A very large complex that should hold protection from the Sentinels. He enters the main building and go down a few floors. He had this built a while storing the many different weapons for the goblin and other experiments. He entered what looked a main room with screen lining the walls. A few of the larger screen turns on revealing the faces of Zola, the Mad Thinker, and M.O.D.O.K.

"Gentlemen, shall we begin?"

 

[ElectroFlare]

Another flip, another web-line, another...

Giant robot?

"Why is it always giant robots? You'd think that someone would have patented that design by now. I'm sure there's some kind of violation with this." I laughed aloud to myself as I swung towards the Sentinals.

Johnny was already there, along with Cage and the Ironman wannabe.

Come on, who would want to wear some kind of armor like Ironman? The side-kick jokes were almost toooo easy.

"Come on, now who invited the metal guests? Don't they know its rude to break the funiture? They didn't even have anything to drink yet!" I yelled as I landed right on the face of one.

Probably not my best idea as its eyes lit up.

"I'm sorry, but you shouldn't operate heavy machinery while under the influence. Here, let me help you down." I flipped myself onto the top of his head and spun webbing around over my head until the robot's head was completly incased.

Then it was simply a pull, leap, and fall to cause the behemoth to slam into the street.

"Man, you really know how to crash a party." Ouch. Did I really make that lame of a joke?

 

[ElectroFlare]

Serenity.

A rare thing to find in this universe, however, when it was found it was extremly enjoyable.

"For once, there is no dire threat upon this universe. That which has threatened is gone. That which may threaten soon is not upon us yet. In this time before the next threat, let the Surfer rest." I said as I stared at the stars.

To be able to soar through the cosmos at blinding speeds and see beyond all others at times became a burden on my soul, as it forced me to become responsible for those which I could prevent from destroying this blessed place.

However, at these times, it was gratifying to simply gaze at the beauty of a single planet, and know that even when all seemed wrong, and everything seemed threatened, the planets still turned.

And as the planets still turned, the Surfer would forever roam the skies of the cosmos.

 

[Electro UK]

Ah sweet Bea... finally they've put you in magazine form. I always found it inconvieniant doing my buisness in front of the computer, seems so much more natural when the paper's in your hands. Okay then Wade, its party tim-- "WADE! Sentinels are invading New York... again!" She Hulk screams as she bursts into the room, me throwing the magazine under my bed and sitting up, looking innocent.

"Ah Jen, care to join me for a game of chess?" I say, trying to make myself look better.

"Are you even listening to what I'm saying? We have to go now!"

"Hey, I'm the one in charge here alright, we go when I say.................................................................................................................................................................................................que tumbleweed............................................................. okay, LET'S LOCK AN LOAD!"

***

Minutes later, we're above New York in the Quinjet. "Okay, last one out's a dead man... and that's no lie." as the Avengers jump out, I fly off with the Qunjet (Jen taught me over the last couple of months). Sam looks up worringly into the sky.

"Where the hell is he going?"

Well I gotta fill out a little vendetta here. Last time this happened, lil ol me was in a coma, so this time I'm gonna start things off with a bang. Sam clicks. "Oh my god... I know what he's doing."

A Sentinel's right in front of the Quinjet. It starts rushing towards me. Oooooooooh yes, its chicken time bee hatches! "Pedal to the metal!" I scream as I collide head on with the Sentinel. It rips straight though it, but also takes a good chunk out of the Quinjet. "YEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAH! You're all clear kid, now let's blow this thing and go home!" Ah Han Solo, we hardly knew ye... BANG!

I leap out into the battle, the explosion of the Quinjet carrying me forward. "Oh yes, it's back, its bigger and better than ever! The Deadpool superteam delux! Featuring Luke Cage!" I high five Luke as I jump past "Johnny Storm!" Johnny swings me into the direction of the battle as I meet him in the air. "And Bullse-- I mean Lazarus! Woah, good thing I'm talking to myself." I land down on the battlefield in front of Bullseye. Wow, I get to call him Bullseye in my posts, awesome.

"And featuring a guest appearance from the Mighty Aveeengeeers. And no, not the team created by Beeeeeeendiiiiiiis." I take a bow as the team makes an entrance into the battle. "Alrighty, I've said it a couple of lines up and I'll say it again... LET'S LOCK AND LOAD AGAIN!"

 

[ElectroFlare]

"You know, maybe the radiotive blood is messing with my head, but Deadpool flying a jet into a sentinal head actually seems normal. That is, if giant robots and flying She-hulks seem normal." I quipped as I flipped out of the way of a Sentinal blast.

"I'm surprised you guys haven't been retro-fitted with fly-swatters yet. I mean, we've established that the old try-and-squish-'em-with-your-foot techinque isn't working too well. A little change in tactics might be needed." I joked as I landed on the back of on such sentinal. I dug my fingers into the metal and ripped it apart, then She-Hulk jumped in and smashed the thing from the inside out.

The Sentinal fell over and She-Hulk walked out of the destruction.

"Well...they don't make robots like they used to..."

"Of course, if your tactics are to just fall over and stop working, feel free to do so."

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"I tell ya, the view up here is breath-taking."

Johnny sat crossed legged on the shoulder of a Sentinel, the giant robot completely oblivios to his presence.

"Ya know Pete, people don't stop to appreciate the small things in life anymore," Johnny said to the nearby Spider-Man. The webslingers movement draw the attention of Johnny's robot and it turned its head, spotting the Torch on its shoulder.

"Ahhh, me and my big mouth," Johnny flamed up and jumped from the Sentinel, letting loose with a barrage of fireballs. The head of the robot melted away, and it crashed to the street below.

"Thirty-seven."