The "Ultimate Marvel" RPG

[Brainiac 8]

This was the first time Morph had ever flown, and he feels like it should be the last. Hatchi Matchi! omigodomigodomigodomigod. Jean glances over at him and laughs quietly. They had just taken off a couple of minutes ago toward where Xavier said this Holocaust was. Whoever this guy was, he sounds like a real nutjob.

Ok People, when we run into this guy, be ready for everything. Cyclops called to the back. Storm was the one flying the jet, and Cyclops played navigator. A buzz suddenly sounded on the intercom.
This is Xavier, I just wanted to tell you that Nick Fury wasn't able to say much, I think he had his own worries. Try to take out Holocaust before he reaches New York, because I would rather not give SHIELD one more problem to worry about. Please be careful.

We will Professor After a couple of minutes the devestation Holocaust brought about was visible. You could tell which way he had gone, there was a path of total destruction he left in his wake. Trees and all vegetation was charred and burned to the ground, and half charred animals were scattered in various places.

Storm yelled out. The radar is picking up movement, and Cyclops look at that reading there. Morph stretched his neck to glance at the readout, and the temperature reading of the moving figure was at about 2000 degrees Celcius.

Holly hot potatoes and chili sauce! That guy could burn us faster than Michael Jacksons hair on the 4th of July!

Cyclops glared at him for a minute and ordered them to set the jet down a little ahead of the creature. Once they landed, they took up different positions surrounding a clearing where Holocaust was going to be appearing.

Morph watched with fearful expectation. After another minute, a fiery blast went through the trees and through the clearing. Out of the rubble and ash came a Orange Hulking figure. Morph watched as a ruby red blast came from one of the bushes and hit the creature full in the chest. That is when they all sprang from their places and surrounded this Holocaust. What stood before them was a 9 foot tall monstrosity in a clear sort of armor. In the middle of this armor burned a molten light brighter and scarier than anything Morph had ever seen. And he just shrugged off Cyclops optic blast, and was now glaring down at his new enemies.

If I was a russian race horse....I would pee just like one right now. This was all Morph could think to say.

 

[rigel7soldiers]

the hero stint didn't turn out well. He's turning into Louis C.K.; He bombed so badly the first time out, he'll take his time coming back...
*sigh* He needed to vent. He could try the "Resistance is futile. Give me the world. Why? Because the Leader wills it so!!" angle, but he promised... Man, he was a wreck. Always gonna be alone, always gonna be a loser. He needed a job. A real job, a PAYING job.

Law. His mother always told him not to go into law. Why not? Who's gonna stop him? You? Law. How do you apply for those kinds of jobs? No matter. He could insinuate himself into any situation, he would get what he wanted. Law.

A week and a half later, he got that job. Turns out even he could get tied up by the DA's office. That same DA who is out on his ass, because the Leader took his mind AND his job. Jackass.

 

[White_Howling]

Philip Lawson aka Geheneris HalaSon Mahr Vehl
10:00 pm Friday

Sitting in a diner, a couple of miles from the Aerospace development Station in New Mexico, Philip Lawson takes his time reviewing his papers for a presentation on Monday.

“Miss?” I raise my hand to grab her attention. “Can I get another cup of coffee please?”

“Sure thing Mr. Lawson.” The waitress grabs the pot and pours it into my cup. “Another hard day Mr. Lawson?”

“You wouldn’t believe it and thank you.” I turn my attention back to my work.

Being sent here to observe these earthlings and preventing their spaceflight capability. What a bother. They are getting pretty close, Mr. Richards is quite the genius, and Stark enterprises are burning up the competition. Plus the space ships that S.H.I.E.L.D managed to apprehend during the last space invasion just made my job a lot harder.

As far as the average person is concern, there’s no such thing as aliens. Well that alien invasion sure changed their minds. I have to admit that Nick Fury sure pulled off some amazing stunt, driving them off. His so called Super-hero team actually did their job. If worse comes to worse…. I might have helped out. Wouldn’t that make dear old dad proud. His son a Plukommander, an office of the Kree Void Navy. Helping out humans. The old man would disinherit me.

Being noble or saving some insignificant planet. What a decision.. I actually started to like it here. Liking it so much, that I’m helping them out with their space program. Great. I’m already a traitor. Enough of this. I put down the papers and pick up the Daily Bugle.

Ultimates’s manage to contain three Rhino units.

Bleh. Pretty impressive suit there. Guess Tony wasn’t all talk.

Spider-man aiding Black Cat in jewelry heist.

Anyone wearing that outfit needs to be made fun of.

“Time to head home.” I stand up and leave the payment on the table. “Thanks again Bess.”

 

[WeaponZ2]

"Hey Tammy, good to see you."
Lou spun on his stool so he could face the door way.
Tammy stood there for a moment and walked in.
She now wore normal street cloths and much less makeup.
"Ok Doudley, were do ya need to go?"
"I'm looking for the Baxter Building." answered the Major.
"THE Baxter Building, you mean the Fantastic Four's Baxter building?" she asked in total disbelief.
"Oh, good you have heard of it." Said Lou with a grin.
"Why the hell are you going to the Baxter building."
"Theres no need to curse, I just want to go join the Fantastic Four."
"Your joking right?"
"No, I'm compleat serious." answered Lou as he chugged the rest of his beer.
"I told you my father was Major Mapleleaf."
"Who?" she said raising her eyebrow.
" You never heard of Major Mapleleaf? hes only one of the greatest super heroes to ever live!!" yelled Lou with great excitement.
"Still doesn't ring a bell."
"He only fought along side Captain America like a dozen times back in World war two."
"Your father did?" asked Tammy.
"Ya. Hes a great man, I cant belive you never heard of him."
"Any way why do want to join the Fantastic Four?"
"Because I'm a super hero, or at least I hope to be, cause you see theres not to many super villains in Canada, but down here your really over your head."
"You a super hero?, whats your super power? Red?" she said with a chuckle.
"I'm the new Major Mapleleaf." He said as he stuck out his chest.
"And I have lots of super powers."
"Like what?"
"Like......super strength and speed.....and I can shoot beams.....with my hands."
"Oh ya? then show me hot shot."
"I cant show you.....it could in danger the civilian population."
"You know I thought I was helping out a genuine nice guy but turns out your just another nut case." Tammy gets up from her stool and walks out the door.
"I'm not a nut case I'm totally serious." says Lou to Tammy but it was to late she was already out the door and down the street and the Major now sat alone.

 

[taskmaster]

IC: Cable


I'm a force of nature. A being who brings death and destruction to those who are weak, the living embodiment of war. I'm a machine. Cold and calculating, who runs every possiblity through my head and never once has seen defeat as an answer. But I'm also a man, a man who can't stop thinking of his parents. The were weak and as my adoptive father has told me, it is only the strong who survive. But I can't escape the thought of what could have been. Why would I want to? I have the prefect life, seated next to my father as ruler of this earth. I fly over my hometown and just think.

"What troubles you, my son?" I jump at the sound of his voice. Apocalypse, the supreme ruler.

"The past," I say truthfully. I know what he'll say before he says it, even with out the aid of my telepathic abilites. We're both thinking about the past, but for entirely different reasons.

"The past troubles me as well.You know of the disapperance of mister sinister, correct?"

"Yes"

"Well our intelligence hasn't found him yet, so I have reason to believe that our past is change, thus reshaping our future. Mister sinister was only the first thing to happen. I want this problem taken care of, I don't want my rule to end and neither do you son. You have to go back and set thing right."

As soon as I hear him say it outloud my metallic heart sinks. I don't understand it but I know that after this, my life will be changed dramatically, but I don't know if I want it to.

"You will be taking your siblings with you. I want all of our enemies eradicated. We'll find a way to bring you back after your done."

"Yes, father" I fly away to my family. The Four Horsemen of Apocalypse.

 

[SuperFerret]

Dagger

Tandy Bowen should be happy. It's what anyone would expect from the only daughter of one of Boston's richest men, Daniel Bowen, founder and chairman of Bowen Pharmeceuticals. But poor Tandy was not happy, at least not lately. Her parents were getting divorced.

Tandy's father wanted to leave her mother, because the woman was, in a word, a ****. She'd move from party to party, making "friends" behind her husband's back, all the while using his money excessively.

Tandy's mother countered him by citing his "workaholic nature" as the reason for her infidelities. He'd work for days at a time, barely seeing his family at all.

And Tandy, barely sixteen years old, would weather their vicious arguements in her room, hugging her golden retriever, Jimmy, as she wept.

They were fighting now, she could hear them. Usually she wouldn't listen, but for the first time, she heard her name mentioned. They were fighting over her.




And neither parent wanted her.

Tandy listened to every hurtful word, clutching at the loyal Jimmy as they sat in the darkness of her bedroom, and wiping her tears in his fur as she cried herself to sleep.

 

[Venom160]

The man stumbled through the window and immediatly came over to the computer next to my tube. He had red curly hair and a worried look on his face, I was kind of scared because this was the second person iv ever seen. After looking at the readouts on me he looked up and walked over to my tube.

The thing looked like a little baby only it was a blackish red, its was staring right at me. It looked like it kind of had a look of fear on it's face. Without thinking I reached up and unhooked the top of the tube and reached my hand in.

I can't believe what this guy was doing, I ducked out of the way of his hand. But suddenly a tentacle shot out of my chest and started crawling up his arm, naturally he started yelling and tried to pull his hand out but the tentacle kept his arm in place. I noticed that I was melting becoming the tentacle.

I was scared out of my mind, the baby-thing was now completely liquid. My whole left arm is envelupted in the blackish red liquid, thats when it all went black...............

The first thing I notice when I come too is that im not in my tube any more, I look at my hands but they are not the little hands I always had they are now three fingered claws.

I come too and im sitting up look at my hands but they arn't hands anymore they're claws, I slowly get up and stumble to a mirror.

"OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!"

 

[Batman]

IC:Zarathos/Ghost Rider

It Is Midnight.

The Timing Seems Perfect For This Reched Hell-On-Earth To Start Becoming Active.

The Moon Glows Above The City Like The Eyes Of Mephisto Himself.

Mephisto.

While The Mortal Blaze And I Have Our Differences,We Both Agree On Our Feelings Towards Him.

Pure Hatred,Naturally.

While Blaze's Soul Is Gone,He Seems To Be Self-Restoring It Each Day.I Have Been With Him For The Past Three Hundred And Sixy Five Mortal Days,And Every Day Becomes More Dull Than The Last.

I Cannot Help But Feel There Is A Reason...

As I Sit Above Manhatten,After Literally Riding Up The Empire State Building,I Sense Something.

Something...Evil.

A Soul.Or,What Can Be Considered PART Of One.However,The Soul Is Clouded With Satanic Thoughts.Thoughts Of Performing Exorcisms And Crucifying Other Humans.But Overall....Wanting To Be More Than Human.He Wants To Be That Of....Me,Strangely Enough.

A Demon With Near Limitless Power.

However,He Desires It For Other Reasons.Selfish Reasons.Destructive Reasons.

Clearly,This Soul Needs To Be Punished.I Smile,Once Again,Through The Jaw Bone Of My Skull.

"Vengeance Has Chosen It's Prey Tonight.It Shall Indeed Be Mine."

-VRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM-

I Ride With The Speed Of A Thousand Demons,Down The Rooftops Of The City.

My Skull Blazes With A White Hot Fury.One Of Which Can Only Be Put Out By My Thirst For Vengeance....

Oh Yes...I THIRST For The Opprotunity To Seek Vengeance.

- - -

"Oh man,Oh man!Gimme Somea that stuff,Dude!"

"Hold Your Freakin Horses....I'm still countin our inventory.We can't rush stuff like this,after all."

They Are All Sinners.Every One Of Them Severely Needs Punishment.

They Are Drug Smugglers.Tonight,The Mortal's Have Smuggled More Than Sixty Crates Of The Drug Called 'Cocaine'.They Plan To Sell It For Profit To The Highest Bidders In The City.

They Should All Feel The Wrath Of Vengeance.

However,They Are Not All My Concern.I Seek Their Leader...The One Who Worships The Darker Arts.

HE Is The One That Shall Feel The Wrath Of My Vengeance Tonight.

I Revv Up The Engine On The Hell-Cycle,And Ride...Straight Through The Wall Of Their Warehouse.

As I Screech To A Halt,They All Turn,Completely And Utterly Terrified Of My Prescence.I Can Feel It In Their Souls.

That,And Several Of Them Drop Their Cigarettes From Their Mouths,Due To Their Facial Expressions.

I Sit On The Cycle,And Watch,As The Chaos Ensues.

More Than Half Of Them Run,Screaming For Their Saviors.Half Of Them Don't Even Exist,But I Am Not Here To Debate One's Beliefs.

I Am Simply Here To Carry Out The Concequences Of Their Ignorance.

Five Of Them Foolishly Pull Out Their Handguns,And Immediatley Open Fire.The Bullets Melt Within Contact Of My Firey Body.They Sting,Slightly....But Not Enough To Make Me Express Any Sort Of Emotion Towards The Hits.

I Cackle,Demonically,As I Grab Them All With Individual Sets Of My Chains,And Toss Them Out The Windows Of The Warehouse,As If They Were Nothing.They ARE Nothing,As Far As I Am Concerned.

All That Is Left After This Is The Soul Of Which I Am Looking For,Convieniantly Enough.

I Get Off Of My Cycle,And Walk Towards Him.

He Is Sweating,As He Backs Away From Me.I Don't Even Need To Sense His Feelings To Know What He's Thinking Right Now...

He's Absolutley Terrified Of Me.

I Raise My Hand.A Large Chain Comes Shooting Out Of It,Wrapping The Man In It Like A Webbing.

Webbing.That Reminds Me Of Something That Blaze Read In One Of The Mortal's Newspapers,Awhile Back.But No Matter...I Have Matters To Attend To.Matters Of Vengeance.

I Hold Him Up In The Air,And Cackle,Madly.

One Would Think I Enjoy This.Of Course...They Would Be Right.

"P...Please.....I...I didn't do nothin...I swear it!!"

"Insolent Fool!You Dare Question The Judgement Of Vengeance?Oh,May Hell Have Mercy On Your Soul,You Poor,Foolish Mortal..."

As I Get Ready To Send A Punch To Him,I...Lose The Urge.

Instead,Something Else Enters My Mind,For No Apparent Reason.Something...Very Different,From What I'm Used To Doing,In Matters Such As These.

Even The Words I Am About To Utter Make Little Sense To Me...

"Look Into My Eyes..."

Strangley,The Man Complys.

He Goes From Being Utterly Terrified,To A...Trance Like State,Within Seconds.I Notice Something About The Sound Of My Voice.It Was...Quite Different,When I Told Him To Look Into My Eyes.

I Would Even Go As Far As Saying It Was More Haunting Than My Regular One...

Suddenly,The Mortal's Body Surges With A Large Amount Of Pain.I Know...I Can Sense It Within Him.The Pain Increases,As His Body Starts Going Into Convulsions.

Am...I Doing This?

I Drop The Man To The Ground,And Look At Him.

No Response.

He Is Alive....But...His Mind Is Non-Responsive.Even The Pupils In His Eyes Seem To Have Gone...

I Wave A Hand Across His Face.Nothing.No Reaction.

My First Thought Is That He Has Suffered What Humans Refer To As A 'Heart Attack'....But,I Then Realise That I Had Something To Do With It.

When I Looked At Him....I Felt A Fantastic Surge Of Energy Growing Around The Eye Area Of My Skull,Just Before He Went Into Convulsions.

As Much As I Somewhat...Enjoy,What Just Happened....I Can't Help But Feel Curious As To HOW It Happened.

Even The Mortal Johnathan Blaze,Who Silently Watches This From Inside Of Me,Is Confused As To This New...Ability.

It's As If I Gave Him Some Sort Of 'Penance Stare',Or Some Such Thing...

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Yeah. I could have yelled at you from a rooftop and wake the entire neighborhood up. That would have been real smart."

I reel in my grappling line.

"Kid, I think it's about time you and I had a little chat."

"Buddy, I've had enough little chats to last me a life time. Look, seriously, I just don't have time for this. I have to go home and repeatedly bang my head off a brickwall."

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Back in The Triskelion, Nick Fury was in his office. Not being able to provide back up for Tony was a pain in the ass. But he seemed to have things under control. Fury poured himself a glass of whisky, downing it in one. he then put the glass and bottle away. Best not to have the booze out when Henry Pym was around. Taking a deep breath, Fury walked out into the waiting room.

Pym was waiting there. He could already smell the alcohol on his breath and his clothes. What he really should have done was have his guards escort him from the building. But Hank Pym had been a friend once. The least he owed him was a few minutes of his time.

"Hank, come into my office," Fury said, a fake smile planted on his face, "Tell me what's on your mind..."

Hank walked into the office, all but sober. Six hours of sitting around doing nothing seemed to have that effect. He knew Fury didn't want him here. He knew he didn;t have a real chance of getting back on the team, but this was important.

"Some punk kids broke into my apartment tonight, stole my Ultron prototype. Now, I know you turned the project down, and you don't want my services anymore, but that robot could be dangerous. State-of-the-art AI, and enough military programming to cripple half the city by itself. Let's be frank here. You don't want that thing because I built it. It's not good publicity. We need our million dollar contracts, our rock star heroes, and these high class living areas before we think about the good of the public, you know. That;s why I'm gone, right? I know what I did was wrong, but I wasn't kicked off the team for that. I was kicked off the team because I made bad press. And I wasn't exactly on good terms with our little red, whit, and blue poster child. But enough about that. I'm also willing to bet you don't want anyone else having that design either, which is why I need your help finding this thing. Come on Nick, think of the headlines. "'Ultimates stop crazy robot created by Drunken ex-member, Save city.' That's at least two knew endorsements and a Larry King appearance right there. Whatta ya say?"

 

[Keyser Soze]

Hank walked into the office, all but sober. Six hours of sitting around doing nothing seemed to have that effect. He knew Fury didn't want him here. He knew he didn;t have a real chance of getting back on the team, but this was important.

"Some punk kids broke into my apartment tonight, stole my Ultron prototype. Now, I know you turned the project down, and you don't want my services anymore, but that robot could be dangerous. State-of-the-art AI, and enough military programming to cripple half the city by itself. Let's be frank here. You don't want that thing because I built it. It's not good publicity. We need our million dollar contracts, our rock star heroes, and these high class living areas before we think about the good of the public, you know. That;s why I'm gone, right? I know what I did was wrong, but I wasn't kicked off the team for that. I was kicked off the team because I made bad press. And I wasn't exactly on good terms with our little red, whit, and blue poster child. But enough about that. I'm also willing to bet you don't want anyone else having that design either, which is why I need your help finding this thing. Come on Nick, think of the headlines. "'Ultimates stop crazy robot created by Drunken ex-member, Save city.' That's at least two knew endorsements and a Larry King appearance right there. Whatta ya say?"

Fury sat behind his desk, his hands clasped in front of his face, listening in silence while Hank Pym explained the situation with Ultron. He let them finish, then finally spoke up.

"What's in it for you?"

"What?" Hank Pym asked.

"You've told me how much me helping you capture this robot of yours is going to benefit me and save the city," explained Fury, "But what's in it for you? Because, the way I see it, it's just a desperate attempt to salvage your reputation. The last thing you want to see is a headline saying "Hank Pym Screws Up Again".But I wouldn't worry about that, Hank. You haven't got any left to lose. Look at you. You're an alcoholic, your washed-up. People don't remember Giant-Man anymore. All they see is pathetic Hank Pym, who used to be somebody."

Nick Fury stood up, walking out from behind the desk.

"I'm tired of having to clean up after your mess, Hank. This...Ultron should not be in your possession, since you're clearly no longer qualified to handle something as potentially dangerous as you say it is. So here's my offer. I can pick up this phone and call up one of The Ultimates to track this thing down before it can cause any trouble, before anyone even knows it's out there. But in return for our services, Ultron will become the property of SHIELD, free of charge."

Fury leaned back against the desk.

"That's my offer, take it of leave it. You can have my help, or you can go look for Ultron yourself."

 

[Electro UK]

Osborn grinned at Otto and laughed. "You can get us out of here? Good. Forget the rest of them, this time its just us. We've got the knowledge and power, no one can stop us."

He paused before saying, "Your arms at located on the city suburbs, a meadow next to the east city entrance, in an underground basement where I stored all of my stuff." He applauded the Docotr's idea. "Get us out of here Otto, and I'll make it well worth your while."

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Fury sat behind his desk, his hands clasped in front of his face, listening in silence while Hank Pym explained the situation with Ultron. He let them finish, then finally spoke up.

"What's in it for you?"

"What?" Hank Pym asked.

"You've told me how much me helping you capture this robot of yours is going to benefit me and save the city," explained Fury, "But what's in it for you? Because, the way I see it, it's just a desperate attempt to salvage your reputation. The last thing you want to see is a headline saying "Hank Pym Screws Up Again".But I wouldn't worry about that, Hank. You haven't got any left to lose. Look at you. You're an alcoholic, your washed-up. People don't remember Giant-Man anymore. All they see is pathetic Hank Pym, who used to be somebody."

Nick Fury stood up, walking out from behind the desk.

"I'm tired of having to clean up after your mess, Hank. This...Ultron should not be in your possession, since you're clearly no longer qualified to handle something as potentially dangerous as you say it is. So here's my offer. I can pick up this phone and call up one of The Ultimates to track this thing down before it can cause any trouble, before anyone even knows it's out there. But in return for our services, Ultron will become the property of SHIELD, free of charge."

Fury leaned back against the desk.

"That's my offer, take it of leave it. You can have my help, or you can go look for Ultron yourself."

"OK, but I want one more clause. You guys find it, you get it. But in exchange for me signing over my patents, I want back on the team. Right here, right now. Tonight."

 

[taskmaster]

IC: Cable


Gone. They're all gone. I know it before I set foot inside the tower. The three of the four horsemen are gone. I yell into my father's mind and he finds me as quickly as possible.

"Father--" I'm cut off.

"I know. This is very disturbing but it makes your job more important. You must go back in time today. Once you get there. Get the attention of everyone of those weak mortals. I'm counting on you."

Mister Sinister was a brillant scientist before he had disappered. He created this machine as a one way road to the past. I was to contact a mutant leader named Magneto and form an alliance. Apocalypse told me not to trust him, he could turn on me at any moment. My metallic body sweeps through time and I land at my destination. The White House.

Their defenses can't harm me. When I'm in combat I change into an entirely different person. I won't stop until I achive my objective. Bullets fly at me in all directions, I deflect them back at my opponents. The green on the white house lawn turns red. I find the ' commander in chief'.

"People of The United States and all across this world. You can't shut me out, I've entered all of your minds, you will see what I have to show you. This is one of the most powerful humans on this planet. He now kneels before me, praying for his life. I am not doing this because of our genetic differences, it doesn't matter to me if he is human or mutant. The simple fact is that he his weak. Only the strong are fit to survive in this world."

Parents try to sheild their children from the sight in their minds but they can't. The president screams in agony as the bones in his fingers rip through the flesh. Slowly his whole skeleton pushes through the front of his body. His skin and his bones lay on the floor in front of me.

"Which one will you decided to be."

 

[Keyser Soze]

"OK, but I want one more clause. You guys find it, you get it. But in exchange for me signing over my patents, I want back on the team. Right here, right now. Tonight."

Fury paused for a moment, thinking over Pym's offer. A few seconds past, then Fury slowly extended his hand.

"Deal," he said, "Don't make me regret this..."

 

[Charlie No-One]

“Stone?”

“Back here, Elektra,”

Stone. Elektra’s sensei. Taught her everything she knows, plus more.

“I have to talk to you. I came across a man by the name of Krigi. Before I could get any information…he disappeared,”

Stone stumbled into a nearby chair; her face pale as a ghost.

“K..Krigi is a member of any ancient clan of ninja called the Hand. He is the unstoppable one,”

“The Hand?”

“They have been around since the dawn. Their powers are derived from the seasons. Winter they can be cold as ice. Summer they are burning fire. Fall they are carried by the wind. Spring they are as subtle as the falling rain. Elektra, if they are after you, you could be in trouble,”

“Thank you Stone. May luck follow,”

The young assassin walked out of the little dojo in the heart of Queens. She still had a job to do. Hank Pym, the former hero known as Giant Man, once belonging to the Ultimates. With someone this important, the Kingpin must have faith in her, but it would have to wait.



--



Elektra was perched on the corner of the BrooklynBridge. Cars dotted past as the young woman’s trench coat fluttered in the breeze. Matt would take her here when they needed to get away years ago. She could still feel his gentle embrace. Just then, it grew very cold. Elektra reached into her pockets, firmly clutching on to some throwing stars. The traffic seemed to stop. Fog was building up around the sides of the metal mass. A gentle grasp of leaves started to flutter to the street, multiplying more as seconds went by. The fluttering leaves began to take on the shape of seven figures. Throwing off her trench coat, Elektra flung the throwing stars towards the shapes. The weapons didn’t even touch the mysteries.

“Krigi,”

“Elektra,”

One of the figures walked forward. It became evident that the person was Krigi. The man’s appearance had greatly changed since the night at the Langstrom house. His head was covered in a tight mask. The man’s hair was completely covered, except for the tight wrap that stuck out from the back, even that was wrapped in many chains. Red material draping his torso covered a tight white leather body suit. The rest of the Hand Ninja’s were wearing black leather bodysuits with burgundy material covering their chests.

“I think it’s time we had see who is the better fighter,”

The six Hand ninja’s drove forward, surrounding Elektra. Taking her sai, she spun around stabbing two of the opponents in the center of their chest. Smoke began pouring out of their wounds. Flipping backwards onto the sidewalk, the two of them exploded.

“What the hell,”

Krigi and the other ninjas vanished into leaves as sirens sounded.

“Time to leave,”

 

[The Question]

"Buddy, I've had enough little chats to last me a life time. Look, seriously, I just don't have time for this. I have to go home and repeatedly bang my head off a brickwall."

"Kid, whatever problems you have right now, I personally don't care. I've got something important to say to you. I'm just going to come out and say it. I don't like how you work."

I put my grappler back in it's holster.

"Don't get me wrong. You've done alot of good. You've saved lives, and put some really bad people away. But you're too....public. You swing around in broad daylight and call atention to yourself with that gaudy circus costume. Think about it. You've been in almost every newspaper in the city regularly for the past six months. How many news stories have there been on me, or that Moon Knight guy, or the "Heroes for Hire" in the bronx, or that Shang Chi kid in Chinatown? One, mabey two small mentions in the tabloids in the past year each. You're making people in our proffesion into a laughingstock. Weither or not people love you or hate you, they all think your a crazy joke. No offence kid, but you're turning out to be this century's version of Joseph Norton."

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Kid, whatever problems you have right now, I personally don't care. I've got something important to say to you. I'm just going to come out and say it. I don't like how you work."

I put my grappler back in it's holster.

"Don't get me wrong. You've done alot of good. You've saved lives,a dn put some really bad people away. But you're too....public. You swing around in broad daylight and call atention to yourself with that gaudy circus costume. Think about it. You've been in almost every newspaper in the city regularly for the past six months. How many news stories have there been on me, or that Moon Knight guy, or the "Heroes for Hire" in the bronx, or that Shang Chi kid in Chinatown? One, mabey two small mentions in the tabloids in the past year each. You're making people in our proffesion into a laughingstock. Weither or not people love you or hate you, they all think your a crazy joke. No offence kid, but you're turning out to be this century's version of Joseph Norton."

Peter looked Daredevil over a few times.

"You run around dressed like that, and you're giving me advice. No offense, but I've heard it all before. Besides, the Ultimates get ten times my publicity, but I'm a lot cuter than anyone on that team...Well, excpet maybe for Black Widow....rowrrrr....Anywho, it's my public duty to let every New Yorker wake up to my bright cheery face staring at them. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Spider-Man leaped off the roof, swan diving several stories before firing a webline and swinging off.

 

[The Question]

Peter looked Daredevil over a few times.

"You run around dressed like that, and you're giving me advice. No offense, but I've heard it all before. Besides, the Ultimates get ten times my publicity, but I'm a lot cuter than anyone on that team...Well, excpet maybe for Black Widow....rowrrrr....Anywho, it's my public duty to let every New Yorker wake up to my bright cheery face staring at them. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Spider-Man leaped off the roof, swan diving several stories before firing a webline and swinging off.

Dammit kid. You're only making things harder for yourself and the rest of us. Plus, The Ultimates are government agents, not vigilantes, dumbass.


Might as well get back to patroling. I take out my grappler, jump off the roof, and shoot out a line so I can make the jump.

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

Fury paused for a moment, thinking over Pym's offer. A few seconds past, then Fury slowly extended his hand.

"Deal," he said, "Don't make me regret this..."

"Nick, please, I'm....wha..."

Hank looked down at the outstretched hand. Slowly reaching out, he grasped it, giving it a few firm shakes.

"You won't regret it, Nick. And if you're worried about publicity, I could always take a codename. There was this crazy old man who lived on my street when I was a kid. Scott Lang was his name. He's been dead for years, so..."

"You're making me regret it. Hank Pym is fine. We'll have Betty spew out some buls**t story tomorrow."

Hank stopped and nodded.

"OK, well, I guess I better go get my stuff. And I promise, Nick, you won't regret this."

Hank turned and exited the office.

 

[Venom160]

The guys was screaming his head off, I on the other hand discovered I had a direct feed into his head and saw his memories, I was courious so I looked into his childhood. Now I have no experience on how parents should act around they're kids but I don't think beating them with a belt when they ask a simple question counts as good parenting.

<OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED TO ME!>

I was confused at first until I relized I was hearing the thoughts he's thinking right now! Very causiously I try to say somthing to him.

<Its ok im not going to hurt you, well try not to this is all new to me too.>

 

[Charlie No-One]

Elektra saw him out of the corner of her eye. Matt. Quickly running towards the end of her apartment complex, she jumped off the ledge, grapping onto a nearby pole. She began to build up momentum before pushing herself forward onto a fire escape.



“Daredevil. We need to talk,”

 

[Spider-Man9X17]

"Aunt May! I'm home!" Peter yelled up the cellar steps, taking off his Spider-Man shirt. No response.

"Good, she's not home," he said to himself. That saved him having to make up an excuse for being out so late. Peter threw his Spider-Man costume into his trunk and locked it just as the phone rang.

"Parkers'" he answered

*CLICK*

"Screw you, too," he muttered.

The phone rang again.

"Hooters."

"Sorry, I must have..."

"Mary?"

*CLICK*

Peter put the phone down and stared at it for a second. Sure enough, it rang again.

"You gonna talk this time?"

"Enjoy the movie?"

Peter cringed.

"Yeah, about that..."

"Jealous much?"

"I have a cold...bad cough...all that good jazz."

"Peter, do you miss me."

Peter paused. Now he felt like hanging up.

"Peter...?"

"I heard you. Listen, MJ, it doesn't matter. For what it's worth, yeah, maybe. But it doesn't matter. It could be you, or it could have been Gwen, or any other girl, btu it all would have ended up the same way. I did it because I do care about you. But I've said this a hundred times before."

"Uh huh, and I still don't believe it. We can't control our fates, Peter. If I'm going to get hurt, it'll happen no matter what. You're guilt is going to make you very lonely."

"G'night, MJ." Peter hung up the phone. This time, it didn't ring again. Trudging upstairs, he grabbed a handful of pretzels and shoved them in his mouth before headed up to bed. One last thought entered his mind before he dozed off.

"Who am I?"

 

[The Question]

Elektra saw him out of the corner of her eye. Matt. Quickly running towards the end of her apartment complex, she jumped off the ledge, grapping onto a nearby pole. She began to build up momentum before pushing herself forward onto a fire escape.



“Daredevil. We need to talk,”

Oh. My. God.


Elektra.


Wh...what the hell am I supposed to say? I mean....oh jesus christ.

"What do you want?"

*sigh* You're quite the ladies man, aren't you?

 

[Charlie No-One]

Elektra shot a stern look at Daredevil.



“I need your help. I was approached by a man named Krigi. He is part of clan of seasonal ninjas called the Hand,”