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He is dropped.

Black Bolt thinks quietly. Alone in his room. A team is needed. This wouldn't have happened if they monitored Emma in her early shattering stages. They could have stopped this. A team could have saved the world.

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*Madrox, perched on a building, watches the beach. Sniper in his hand, aimed at King Namor McKenzie, finger on the trigger. Madrox has studied many people, including Namor. King Namor McKenzie the ruler of Atlantis, born as a hybrid mutant son of a human ship captain Leonard and the Atlantean princess Fen. Namor's first interaction with the human world was documented when he joined the Invaders to fight against the Axis powers during World War II. After spending years as a homeless amnesiac, Namor was discovered by the Fantastic Four and reclaimed his identity and his kingdom. Since then, Namor was both a foe and ally to the surface world, allying himself with heroes such as the Defenders and X-Men and villains like Dr. Doom and the Cabal, for Namor's true allegiance is always to Atlantis and its people. The foe part was what Jamie Madrox was focused on. Madrox grabbed a tape recorder out of his pocket with his other hand. Madrox pushed a green button with his thumb, starting the recording*

Madrox: August eleventh, two-thousand-twenty-six—

*Loos down at his watch*

Madrox: —six thirty AM. Namor is outside Bar Sinister earlier than usual. Approximately an hour or two earlier. He must be on to me. Shoot to kill.

*He aims at Namor’s neck, finger massaging the trigger. Silence, his breath slows. Madrox closes one eye, the other is being used to aim.*

Madrox: 5…

*His finger moves gently.*

Madrox: …4…

*Madrox is calm, ready, prepared.*

Madrox: …3…

*He starts to press the trigger.*

Madrox: …2…

*The trigger is half way pressed.*

Madrox: …1…

*The sniper fires, sending the bullet towards Namor McKenzie. The sniper is silent, he made sure of it. It's his own design. Even the bullets are. The bullet, at 2,100 mph, goes straight through Namor’s neck. His crimson blood shot across the sand in an electrical explosion. Namor’s head—or well… the remains of it—fell to the ground. Namor’s body collapsed next, stumbling down into the pool of his own blood. His left arm, stretched out into the edge of the water.*

Madrox: Shot taken. Lethal. Type-3 bullet. One shot. Heading down now. Pausing.

*He presses a yellow button on the side, pausing the recording. He shoves it back into his pocket.*

Madrox: That was…

*He gets up, looking at the body.*

Madrox: Too easy?

*He lifts the sniper he had previously set down and puts the scope up to his eye.*

Madrox: Hmm…

*Instead of glancing over minor details he really observed.*

Madrox: Hmm…

*He presses the yellow button, unpausing the recording.*

Madrox: Too easy. Observing now. The body has shorter head hair. The body’s skin is a slightly darker pigment than Namor. Hard to tell from a distance but through a scope it is clearer. The suit also seems to have carvings, I will have to get a closer look though.

*He swings the sniper around, attaching it to the back of his suit. He looks to the spot he once was camping in, making sure everything was picked up. No sign of Madrox ever being there. That was good.*

Madrox: Going in for a closer look.

*He duplicates until there is no room on the building’s roof. Each holds another’s left hand, making a chain of clones. He steps to the end, the other end of the chain goes to the other end. Both jump, but the clones follow the main one off, leaving the other side just to make sure they don’t drop too fast. Once he is on the ground, the chain retracts fast, going back into the main one.*

Madrox: I am on the beach. Approaching with caution.

*He slowly steps towards the puddle, observing everything around him.*

Madrox: No smell. No footprints anymore. The suit has aztec symbols, not like Namor’s costume. It's inconsistent. It's sloppy. It's pathetic. What it’s not is Namor. Possibly a clone, differences can outweigh this possibility though. Long lost brother, unlikely. There is a possible source that could help with th–

*The body twitched its arm that was closest to water.*

Madrox: That… arm twitch… that shouldn’t happen.

*The head seemed to stutter a breath.*

Madrox: Signs of breathing in head. Signs of control in his arm. Healing fact, improbable. Not impossible… just improbable.

*Namor’s jaw jerked.*

Namor: So soon, Madrox? I didn't think you'd be in such a rush–! Or do you have to rush because you rent that corny costume by the hour?

Madrox: Illusions I assume.

Namor: I knew my simple illusions could not keep you away for long, but, you see, I was preparing certain... eh, surprises!

Madrox: What surprises?

Namor: Don't bother fighting it, my friend! Don't you realize the basic truth! YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD!!

Madrox: Says the dead body in the puddle. Or is the body not even real?

*The red blood shifts into a green gas surrounding the body. Madrox looks around, no one. No one until Iron Man flies down in his suit, basically out of nowhere.*

Iron Man: What is happening?

Madrox: Uh…

*The sand starts to be covered by a white, futuristic room design. Iron Man and Madrox look around. Iron Man raises his arms, ready to shoot.*

Madrox: No, wait! Its just an illu–

*Madrox is shot by the side from the back and the blast hits Iron Man, supposedly killing him. Madrox gets his footing, looking at the drone that shot the blast. Before he can react it hits him too, sending him falling through a building, revealing he wasn’t on Bar Sinister. He hits the sides of multiple floors before striking the bottom floor. He groans, coughing a bit.*

Mysterio: Wow, Jamie, wow.

*Madrox slowly and painfully gets up, coughing more.

Mysterio: Stark always had to die, but not you. If only you weren’t so trigger happy.

*Drones producing green mist surround Madrox.*

Madrox: Stop hiding!

*Madrox swings a hand gun from his side and shoots a drone, revealing it was another illusion as it falls down into a cloud of green.*

Mysterio: I tried to help you walk away, now you’re making me do this. All you had to do was ignore the minor differences and go back to your camp and sleep until you decided to give in to your voices.

*Madrox’s suit transformed from a brown trench coat and a casual suit to his past outfit he had as a villain. Green with a yellow pattern. The room faded black. Suddenly from the end of a hallway lights started to flicker on, buzzing ever so slightly. The walls become lockers, each one dripping blood and reading a different name.*

Mysterio: You told yourself you were just a human.

*The room fills with green mist as Mysterio’s body forms. Madrox shoots at him but the hand gun only shoots green mist. Madrox shakes the gun, losing focus on Mysterio. Mysterio teleports behind him, and as he speaks Madrox swings around.*

Mysterio: You told yourself you–

*Madrox punches Mysterio’s helmet, causing it to become a concrete pillar. Madrox shakes his hand in pain.*

Mysterio: –just wanted to run after that girl.

*The pillar vanishes into the void.*

Theresa Cassidy: Help me!

Madrox: Theresa!

*He swings around, bolting into a different hallway and into a door which he breaks open. He stumbles out onto the edge of Avengers Tower encompassed by the smoke. The door falls down, never fully landing. Theresa stands on the corner of the building, nervous and unknowing.*

Theresa Cassidy: What’s happening.

Madrox: I know this isn’t real.

*A cloud of smoke like a tentacle grabs Theresa by the neck before Mysterio’s arm takes its place when he appears.*

Mysterio: Do you though?

*Theresa squirms and chokes, kicking at the air. Mysterio raises her up, over the edge.*

Madrox: Theresa!

*Mysterio releases his grip, causing Theresa to fall off the building.*

Madrox: THERESA!

*Madrox runs over the side, arms out to catch her. Madrox falls onto the ground after a couple seconds, green smoke replacing the previous location and Theresa. Screams echo from the surrounding darkness, causing Madrox to bolt up off his back. Madrox stands up, groaning at the pain.*

Mysterio: I don’t think you know what’s real, Jamie.

*Mysterio’s voice echoes and distorts, repeating “Jamie”. Madrox holds his head in pain. Before he can recover the room goes flying through the darkness, green electricity and smoke surrounding the location. The area finally stops at an abandoned and destroyed Xavier’s Mansion, a blue and green neon sign added to the front. Madrox gasps right before a giant hand rips out from the mansion and grabs him. Madrox falls through a tunnel, hitting a wall as it shatters like glass. A million shards breaking off. Madrox screams as he falls through a pit with DNA type strands. After a while the illusion breaks, blue technological like patterns break through at the bottom. As Madrox passes them he lands in the destroyed New York on top of a burnt Impala 67. Madrox groans, pushing himself onto his side. He slowly turns off of it, falling onto the concrete ground. Madrox groans, pushing himself up. His breathing is heavy, unpaced, unconcentrated. His head jolts, looking for any sign of Mysterio. He looks up as glass shatters. From a window tentacles of smoke climb out as the sky and building are consumed into the smoke. Giant shards of glass fall around Madrox. Each shard holds a reflection of Madrox.*

Mysterio: I mean look at yourself.

*Madrox reaches out towards the glass. As he is about to touch his reflection it tries to pull him in. He is able to escape that one’s grasp but he is swarmed by mirrored reflections of himself. He tries to duplicate but he can’t, somehow he can’t. Slowly the reflections get the upperhand, all climbing onto him as the tear at his skin and suit. Madrox pushes them off but he is bleeding from multiple spots and his suit is torn.*

Mysterio: You are just a scared little man in a sweat suit. I am creating Mysterio to give the world someone to believe in. I control the truth, Mysterio will be the truth.

*Madrox looks around, all his reflections and glass are gone. He looks up, a statue of Mysterio with his arms crossed standing there menacingly. Mysterio flies down, blasting Madrox but he dodges. Mysterio keeps blasting him while Madrox runs and shoots. Mysterio flies up, arms emitting powerful smoke. Madrox shoots at him but the bullet goes straight through, hitting a pipe that sprays a flood of water at him. Mysterio flies in again but now Madrox can’t fire back due to needing to dodge multiple things. In the end Madrox is hit by a blast of smoke, sending him falling in front of a statue of a hand. The hand falls, crushing him but it turns into smoke. Madrox gets up, head facing a tombstone.*

Mysterio: If you were good enough, maybe Theresa would still be alive.

*Madrox peers at the decaying tombstone but before he can react a hand tears out of it. The zombie rips out of it as Madrox crawls backwards on the ground. The zombie Theresa crawls after Madrox, angrily. Half of her face is burned off, revealing a skull overtaken with spiders and plants. Madrox wipes his eyes quickly. After they are uncovered an army of Mysterios takes the zombie’s place. Rows of 10, marching like an army get closer to Madrox. Madrox jumps up and starts to run in the opposite direction but he hits the side of a glass snowglobe that he is in. Snow falls down, replacing the green smoke. Buildings form around him, making a miniature New York. Madrox crawls in the snow, scared. Mysterio’s suit forms around the globe.*

Mysterio: You made your choice and all you had to do was step aside.

*The giant mysterio takes the globe off the armor and holds it, about to drop it.*

Mysterio: And now you hav–

*A blast rings out as Mysterio falls to the ground. They are back in the real world. Mysterio bleeds out from his back, coughing. Iron Man limps over to Madrox who is pushed up on a pile of sand.*

Madrox: Stark.

Iron Man: Mysterio’s people are trying to find everyone who could attack them. Where’s your database?

Madrox: Um

Iron Man: I know you have one.

Madrox: Uh Adirondack Mountains, um New York

Iron Man: You are so gullible.

Madrox: Wha- what?

*Iron Man transforms into Mysterio*

Mysterio: You just are a sucker. Now, the ones that can figure it out, they all have to die. It's easy to fool people when they already are fooling themselves.

*Madrox backs up, falling into a subway station and getting hit by a train… His blood splatters the sides and his body falls through the broken front. Parts of him hit the team inside.*

Plague: What the f–

**1 Day Earlier**

[Temperature - {ERROR}]

Antarctica, isn’t it beautiful? The white-blue ish colored ice building up a continent, the stillness in the water, and the grey metallic android frozen in ice. Well, it looked closer to the description before the end of the world. Now the ice is severely cracked, with parts falling into the uneasy water commonly.

[Stabilization - 56%]

The android on the other hand, that held on for a while but it was eventually going to escape eventually. The powering box of course was damaged but was still charging him slowly. About 1% a year until the blast of energy surged fueling it back up enough to combust, sending a wave of heat across the ice. The ice close to him melted quickly, it was releasing a field of temperature at 100 degrees fahrenheit. It slowly pushed out of the ice, pulling off chunks from his body. Some chunks were large, some smaller. It made sure that it was free of the ice fully. It adjusted its left arm, moving each part with precision and caution. It adjusted its right arm, swinging it back. It jumped out of the area and onto a thin slice of ice, cracking it. It looked down at its hands, its skeleton pattern was no longer a fiery red but instead it matched the ice.

[Charge - 935%]

It tried to form a sphere of heat but it didn’t come out as heat… It was somehow even colder than the usual Antarctica temperature. It shifted its head mimicking confusion although it didn’t actually feel confused. Truth is, it doesn’t feel emotions. It was an android, sure, but even some of those can feel emotions. Emotions made people weak, Jim Hammond was weak. A.R.I.D.I.T.Y. was everything but weak. Hydra made it not weak. They made it a powerful war machine to fight the likes of Namor. It even won some of those battles too. Not much a mermaid can do when he is being dried out.

[Weapon Systems - 89%]

It shifted its arms down, palms reaching at the cracked icy ground, and blasted hard. It shakily began to push off the ground but it knew something was happening internally. It slowly descended, not by choice but it was regaining its heat. As it didn’t stop blasting, once it gained enough heat he shot up into the sky. It could detect that the ice sank below it but that didn’t matter to it. A trail of smoke and sparks followed its flight as it shifted above the clouds. It looked down on Antarctica as it regained its balance in flight.

*Disgrace. Ugly. Cold.*

[Flight Stabilization - 89%]

It turned towards the optimal route to fly to North America. It was a long flight, it didn’t care. It didn’t care for anything. It didn’t feel anything. No remorse, no regret. It killed them as justice required an adequate punishment. Slowly as it got closer its mind would connect to every Hydra computer, accessing and downloading everything. Usually a Hydra agent would’ve had to approve this download but something was wrong. It knew it. It looked at files, studied them. It had no idea what happened so it figured to read the files and put together a story.

File 1: Rogers, Steve. The Captain America.

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 240 lbs.

Eyes: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Aliases: The Brooklyn Project. Nomad. The Avenger.

Place of Origin: Manhattan, New York City, New York

Family: Sarah Rogers (mother, deceased), Joseph Rogers (father, deceased)

Durability: 3

Fighting Skills: 6

Intelligence: 3

Speed: 2

Strength: 3

Energy: 1

Known Story:

Mr. Rogers was a poor orphan infantile from the wrong side of the tracks in the days leading up to World War II. Mr. Rogers had originally tried to enlist in the United States of America army to fight the Axis Powers. Not much is known as to why he was rejected but it was most likely to lead him on a path of meeting one Professor Abraham Erskine. Professor Abraham was a pioneer in the development of a Super-Soldier for the United States of America. The government as well as Erskine most probably saw potential in Mr. Rogers and following the rejection introduced him into Project Rebirth. The professor’s bold but top edge experiment of the time enhanced the human body to its peak powers, giving Rogers enhancements. It isn’t known if the serum was tested on Mr. Rogers due to an already existing physique or a random selection although lower S.H.I.E.L.D. agents speculate on a mix of personality and weakness although that is heavily dissuaded by top ranking Hydra agents with enough clearance to be reading this file. Mr. Rogers found himself subjected to Professor Erskine’s treatments and fulfilled the professor’s needs, turning him into the world’s first, fully developed Super-Soldier and a threat to Hydra. Unfortunately our spy shot and killed the professor after Rogers was already turned, although that thereby ensured Mr. Rogers would be the last of his kind. The United States of America government moved swiftly to turn Mr. Rogers into a living symbol of propaganda and nationalism. After extensive combat training he debuted in a colorful, patriotic uniform as the Captain America. Operating out of the army’s Camp Lehigh in Virginia, Mr. Rogers disguised as an ordinary soldier, but conducted secret missions stateside and abroad as his alter-ego to smash spies, saboteurs, and the occasional “Super Villain” who threatened the country he loved so dearly. Soon, Cap captured the attention of the leader of Hydra, Red Skull, and the two formed a lasting enmity over the course of the war. The hero also gained a near-indestructible shield with which he became supremely efficient in both offense and defense.

The android shifted its head down.

*They lied. He was not a ruthless war machine with a soulless demeanor. He deserved a fair trial. They gave him no such. I will give him a fair trial for him to be convicted properly.*

It paused in its scan of files. It knew something was close. Something wasn’t the right term. Someone was close. It shifted its head around. No one. It peered down, looking at the water so far below. Then he saw it. A black shadow cast on the surface, on him. It was like an eagle was made out of sharp edged shapes. It shifted its body to face up at the sky, now noticing a quinjet. It flew up next to the glass. Familiar faces. He entered through the back which they opened for it. It adjusted its jaw and spoke.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: Hello Plague. Hello Ideal Soldier. Hallo Nein. Hello Emotionless. Hello Dynamite.

Plague: Eh, the Beatles are back together. Ain’t that nice. Yo Ideal, how much until we reach the ‘Mericas?

Ideal Soldier looks back at the group. She raises her gloved hand and signs soon.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: You all are different.

Plague: Eh, twenty plus years will do that to a fella.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: You do not act the same. You have abandoned our people. The people that lied to us.

Plague: Eh, the computer is a super genius. And who the hell are ‘us’. If I recall you do your whole D.I.D. robot dog personality and then they remove it. They never actually lied. They just held some info close to their tentacles.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: They did not give a fair trial before sending the executioners.

Plague: Heh, ‘fair’, heh. That word couldn’t mean any less even if Chuck Shurley tried.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: What do you mean, Plague?

Emotionless: He means that in life there is no fair. Nothing is fair.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: That is not right.

Plague: Did he stutter, Decepticon?

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: No, I suppose he didn’t.

Plague: Then you got your answer. There is no fair.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: Hydra said there was… that they themselves were the fair.

Plague: Aww, lil clanker got ‘em beliefs together and then believes Hydra. Nah, that ain’t right. All ‘ose days you trapped in the ice an you ain’t realizing that Hydra ain’t Fletcher Reede.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: Who?

Plague: You ain’t know Liar Liar?

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: Liar Liar?

Dynamite: Baby, you aren’t remembering the NDA period.

Plague: Ah, yeah. That is true. Forgot the can ended up like Cap.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: If I may interject, what was the point you were getting to?

Plague: Hydra ain’t coked up on truth serum. They lie. They lie a lot.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: I don’t understand.

Plague: Hydra used to erase memories from you so they’d be the owner of an attack dog named A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.:. You’re their bitch.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: I… I…

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y. System Mainframe: Error

Emotionless: You broke the dog.

Plague: Nah man, he ain’t supposed to be doin’ that, man.

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y. System Mainframe: Error

Dynamite: Good thing we are at NY, babes. This is my stop so I’m going to drop.

*The crew gets a parachute each as Plague puts it in auto pilot.*

A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.: R…u…n…

*As they jump A.R.I.D.I.T.Y. releases an explosion of fire, destroying most buildings near it. The rain of fire poured down, pieces of metal pounding the ruins of New York. It looked horrible. Plague got separated from the group, they all had to split up. Plague landed in a broken sub way station as he watched the fire in the sky. Slowly the fire burnt out, causing A.R.I.D.I.T.Y. to fall into the street, destroying the ground. A chunk of a building was heading towards the subway, meaning Plague had to run. Symbiotes and fire do not get along. He sprinted, hoping that he could outrun it but he knew he couldn’t. The impact range would be large. Up ahead Plague noticed something, a light at the end of the tunnel. Death? No. Survival. There was a makeshift, but well crafted, bomb shelter below. He ran down, shutting the door tight before even observing who was there. No one spoke, just waited. It was loud, the ground shook violently. Buildings fell. Pipes bursted. Fires broke out. For a moment while looking at the weirdly strong window he could’ve sworn he saw a man made of green smoke. Plague, now happier to be alive, turned around. The room was full of people. Some he’s been in the same room with, others not so much.

Annabelle Adams: Someone wants to tell me who he is? He doesn’t look like Eddie.

Human Torch: You.

Plague: Hey, hey! I ain’t here to kill nor fight. Chillax, I am a survivor.

Human Torch: You worked with the Axis Powers.

Plague: I know that sounds bad–

Namora: It is bad.

Plague: Woah, let the man speak. I’m E for Everyone, not D of Differents.

Namora: How does that help?

*White Widow shifts her head down. She knows where the conversation is going.*

Plague: Lets see… hmm… We got Namora, the incestious cousin to the evil Namor.

*Namora gets mad at the comment but hides it.*

Plague: Yelena Belova, the assassin for the Red Room.

*Yelena clenches her fist*

Plague: Don’t punch the prophet. And you Hughy. You burnt many. And background character number 5, I don’t know who you are.

Annabelle Adams: Hey!

Plague: So… what’s y’alls escape plan?

Human Torch: Escape plan?

Plague: Yeah tin man. Are we gonna get to a safer place? Or was the leprechaun with magic just gonna kill us here?

Human Torch: It’s safe here.

Plague: If I can get in, anyone else can.

*Plague searches the room as the others look at each other. He spots a map, one of the subways but it's modified.*

Plague: Yo, that map updated?

Annabelle Adams: Yeah.

Plague: I know where to get the subway train so we can use that to get out of here.

*They exchange glances before nodding*

Human Torch: This doesn’t mean I trust you… but sure.

**Limbo, a summery of a couple days ago to now**

*Rek-Rap, a demon of Limbo, is approached by them again. He tried to talk them out of it but he was attacked again by them. This time they actually didn’t get that far. Kaine had stopped the demons in time and rescued him. Due to this Rek-Rap became obsessed with Kaine and idolized him. Calling himself "Parker-Man", the demon applied to join the Insidious Six but was rejected for his heroic aspirations. Rejected, the demon was approached by an alchemist demon who offered to help and bonded him to a symbiote, which merged with the demon's Kaine T-shirt to take on an appearance similar to Spider-Man's costume. He transformed into a bulky cross between Spider-Man and Venom, the demon named himself Rek-Rap and joined Kaine in fighting the Insidious Six. Despite being annoyed by Rek-Rap's mangling of his catchphrases, Kaine was touched by the demon's sincerity and gave him advice on how to be a superhero. Rek-Rap was then able to escape Limbo when Shiklah was looking for people to help fight Emma Frost.*

**Present day**

Plague: Eh, we got the corpse of Maddy here.

Human Torch: Is he…?

Plague: No, not dead.

White Widow: Good.

Annabelle Adams: I assume he can help.

Plague: He’s Echo Echo.

Annabelle Adams: The Ben 10 guy…?

Plague: Yeah. He duplicates and has a mouth. Also a bunch of guns.

Annabelle Adams: So he can shoot Emma and her goons?

Plague: Hey, say henchmen, the internet ruined that last word. But yes, Emma and her goon…ors her mind slaves.

Human Torch: Uh…hey guys.

Plague: What, you knock-off A.R.I.D.I.T.Y.?

Human Torch: Look up ahead.

*They look up, a portal is not too far away. It's too late to stop the train, even though they still try to. From the portal emerges multiple people. Kaine, the clone of Spider-Man. Rek-Rap, the demon inspired by Kaine. Shiklah, Queen of Limbo and Monster Island. Rogue, the mutant that can absorb powers and life force with skin-to-skin contact. Moon Knight, Fist of Khonshu. Mix&Max, a loyal Attilan Royal Guard. Megawatt, the story obsessed villain with electrical abilities. Ideal Soldier, Hydra sleeper agent. Death's Skeleton, alternate universe Plague. Doctor Strange, soon to be sorcerer supreme of Asgard. Agent Anti Venom, a symbiote enhanced soldier. Bullseye, the greatest marksman in the universe.*

Annabelle Adams: We’re gonna die!

*The train slowly comes to a halt due to Doctor Strange’s magic. The group on the train exit, meeting the other group on the tracks. The group stands in a circle, waiting for one to start talking.*

Annabelle Adams: So um… we going to do icebreakers?

Plague: Really…?

Annabelle Adams: Why not?

Kaine: Ugh. My name is Kaine. I don’t have all day, I have a place to be.

Rek-Rap: I am Parker-Man! I follow Kaine here.

Shiklah: Name’s Shiklah, Queen of Limbo and Monster Island. I am here with Strange to help him on Asgard.

Rogue: Name’s Anna Marie, sugah. You don’t want ma gloves off. I somehow got here with Namora.

Moon Knight: I have many names, currently Marc Spector but you can call me Moon Knight. I am the fist of the Egyptian god Khonshu. I am here to kill Frost and protect Earth and the Moon.

Mix&Max: I am Mix, the greatest Inhuman Royal Guard. I came here with Doctor Strange and Moon Knight to protect Attilan.

Megawatt: Ah, so this is the catch up period for views that haven’t seen the other stories. My name's Megawatt, I’m a great guy. If you see Flubber, don’t tell him about me. I’m here for plot and to stretch.

Ideal Soldier: …

*Ideal Soldier signs her name*

Death’s Skeleton: Name’s Death’s Skeleton, don’t worry. I bite. I am here because some time-space thing was messed with and Doc needed help.

Agent Anti-Venom: Eugene Thompson. Army soldier with a symbiote enhanced in space. I came here with Marc.

Bullseye: Name’s Bullseye, I’m the world’s greatest marksman. I’m here with Megawatt.

Human Torch: My name is Jim Hammond but you can call me Human Torch. You might have read about me in the history books. I’m here to help the world.

Namora: My name's Namora, I’m an Atlantean and my cousin is King of Atlantis. I am here to restore Atlantis somehow and some way.

Annabelle Adams: Name’s Annabell Adams. I’m here because I want to live.

Plague: Wow. Really doing this. Name’s Plague, I know a lot about fiction. I also have a symbiote.

White Widow: I was trained in the red room. Once I escaped I worked with Black Widow and became White Widow. I also want to save the world.

Doctor Strange: I am Stephen Strange, one of the greatest magicians. I set up another beacon, this one is also a mental beacon. If people want to survive, they can come here. Unfortunately I have other matters to attend to so I will be on my way to Asgard with Shiklah. Don't need me.

*Kaine swings away and out of the subway. Doctor Strange and Shiklah portal out. Madrox stumbles out of the train, falling down to the ground*

Madrox: Uh um what happened?

Plague: You tell me, you got hit by a train but we don’t know why you fell.

Madrox: I…I don’t remember.

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((‘Ello folks and yolks. Now I know I promised a lot, maybe this is maybe it isn’t. So chumps, you may ask what in The Painter of 1000 Perils name is this team going to do? I ask myself the same question. All I can tell you is that this is not going to be the canon line up post Emma Arc. That would be pretty boring with lil ol me being by myself. So you may be familiar with what Heroes of I.R.O.N. actually is and I shall explain. Long ago there was a team, very simple, it only contained Madrox, Bullseye, Star-Lord, Danny Rand, Shocker, Groot, Venom, Luke Cage, Juggernaut, and Howard the Duck. Well… that was on the Jeanieverse. And I think it’s time for a new coat of paint. This team is if Thunderbolts, Avengers West Coast, and Defenders grouped together. If you have more questions DM me. You will eventually get the stories of the other side but I’ve spent a while on this already so expect it next week. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lets see. I had a list of stuff to mention uhhhhhhh. If you want to interact just explain it by hearing the mental beacon and follow it to the sewers. Uhhhhhhh this is an intro for all of my characters not introduced yet. Some are OCs. Now, the biggest topic, Mysterio AKA Quentin Beck. If you can’t tell, he has never canonically existed in this universe (Some one is going to link a comment or post where he was mentioned I bet ToT). I am going with the Spider-Man: Far From Home route and making him pretend to be a hero first. Obviously still the comic version but his goal is from that film. Good film. Uh, same Mysterio origin and stuff as comics. He’s such a good guy in this universe (Totally). Uhh, shout out to Kaylen and Onyx for giving consent for illusion casting. Y’all it’d be funny if this was my last reddit post. I’m pushing my luck with some stuff like the image.))

I am a succubus queen of the underworld.

((Lore reason is probably abandoned NY))

"You know me. I am Eugene “Flash” Thompson. I’ve gone by multiple names. Agent Venom. Venom. Venom: War Knight. Agent V. Flash-Man. Hail Mary. The Superior of Punishment. Spider-King. Spider-Man. Agent of the Cosmos. Codename: 4563. Contingency C. Corporal Thompson. War Knight. I’ve allied with many, like Andi Benton and Bren Waters. I’ve worked for the U.S. Military and Project Rebirth 2.0. I’ve been to space, to the moon. I’ve handled my ground against a lot of people, most stronger than me. But at the end of the day it shows that I always get back up. THAT’S BECAUSE I AM EUGENE THOMPSON."

His arms tense, fingers push in on the stone which sends cracks to form.

“I…am…Eugene…Thompson…”

He pushes a piece of debris up, blood spilling down his arms. His skin rips and cuts open. His teeth grinded in pain as a mix of a scream and growl escaped him. His knee released its force, pushing him down onto the ground into a pool of blood—some his, some not. His body, his wounds, soaked in the pool causing something to happen. The symbiote crawled onto him, a thin suit made of organic matter. The symbiote seemed to react to the blood. It didn’t seem human, more of inhuman blood. In a miracle of events the blood fused some of Eugene’s white blood cells with the symbiote, well not all of the symbiote. Part of the symbiote didn’t react well and scattered away into a different part of the ruins. The once black army suit shifted in both a physical and biological level. The armor thickened and hardened. The suit coated white while the previous light toned aspects became jet black. His fingers sharpened as he ripped the debris apart and into many smaller pieces. His wounds and skinless areas healed and became a perfect condition.

You know why your legs never healed?

“Because subconsciously I didn’t want them to.”

Because it would have erased your pain and suffering.

“I’m a soldier, scars are in the job. The wounds, it shows it."

He stood up, legs still and his heart steady. Like a survivor he rose; he rose as Eugene Thompson. His rage was fiery and fierce, his mind calm and clear. He cracked his neck, preparing for what came next. He listened to everything; the tears, the whimpers, and the laughter. One thing caught him off guard although it did make sense…

Priest: We are gathered here today to remember the life of a good man, Eugene Thompson.

"’Good man’. These people are idiots.”

You are a good man.

"Did my brain grow back wrong?”

Nope, you ARE good.

”Whatever helps you sleep…”

You know it too.

Steven Grant: “They don’t say these are easy, which it isn’t. I’ve spoken multiple times, all three of us have. His last words to me were ‘Steven, you got three men and a bird in you. Tell me that you’re gay. Marc isn’t. I liked Spector better. And we know Jake he’s probably ace.’ Yep. Horrible final words but that isn’t why we’re here. We’re here to honor a brave soldier who died. He didn’t have a good childhood. Khonshu knows that. I want to speak about him. I didn’t know him as much in the present. I listened to his past. As a result of chronic abuse by his violent, alcoholic father, Flash became a bully during his high-school years, picking on students weaker than himself in order to vent his anger and frustration. Nevertheless, desiring his father's approval above all else, Flash pushed himself to excel in sports, embodying the stereotype of a dumb jock. Inspired by Spider-Man's selfless heroism, Flash eventually straightened himself out and joined the military in order to prove himself a hero, but was ashamed and haunted by his past as a bully. Remaining hot-tempered and lapsing into alcoholism, Flash despaired at the parallels he saw between himself and his father. Upon becoming Agent Venom, Flash's aspirations to be a super hero clashed with both his military superiors' orders—eventually leading to him going AWOL to protect his family; and with the predatory urges of the symbiote, which was kept suppressed by a suppressant chemical but would resurface if Flash became too angry. Flash came to realize just how heavy the burden of being a hero was when his new rogues gallery and the feral symbiote attacked his family; eventually leaving for Philadelphia to protect them and try to leave his past behind. Flash blamed himself for the death of Andrea Benton's father, and despite having never wanted children out of fear he'd turn out like his own dad he became a surrogate father and mentor to her. Thompson sank into a deep depression when he lost the symbiote for a while. Not only was he worried sick about his friend and partner, he also missed being a super hero. He was eventually brought out of his depression by his determination to reunite with his former symbiote.”

”Not the worst last words.”

Are you going to step in?

"Good way to see how they think of me… and me entering right now isn’t on par with my spectacles we call entrances.”

Jake Lockley: “His last words to me were ‘It’s acting up. Now bring out Marc, he’s better.’ Eugene Thompson era lo que llaman un buen luchador. Acabó con muchas personas. Luchó por nosotros. Murio por nosotros. He had many skills. Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Stamina, Superhuman Durability, Superhuman Agility, Superhuman Reflexes, Organic Webbing, Regeneration, Wallcrawling, Spider-Sense, Spider-Sense Immunity, Camouflage, Constituent-Matter Generation, Constituent-Matter Manipulation, Shape Alteration, Genetic Memory, Night Vision, and External Symbiote Rejection. He was both a skilled markman and combatant and we fought many times, even without his knowledge.”

”It is his style to over analyze people.”

Just wait, he’s only hit the tip of the iceberg.

”Nice.”

Marc Spector: “I swear to River Styx, I will bring him back. That two-bit piece of alien goo should’ve saved him but no. I will find a way even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Marc breaks the podium, storming off

”Anger issues a little, but he’s good.”

Benjamin Poindexter: I didn’t miss, he slid. He died from the fact he had no legs.

"That is… in Benny’s style…”

Dirk Leyden: He’s a protagonist. Classic Jason Todd scenario. He’ll be revived in act 3 to–

”Entrance time, honeybun.”

Eugene swings out of the top of the building, sliding into the funeral.

Eugene Thompson: Consider it act three then.

Dirk Leyden: Damn good timing.

Eugene Thompson: I try.

The Royal Guard led by Mix & Max mobilize towards Eugene’s area and surround him. Spears and other weapons held firmly in the soldiers’ hands.

Mix & Max: Symbiote, who is your host?

Eugene Thompson: Come on, doll. You ain’t recognize me?

Mix & Max: I am nobody’s “doll”. And no, I don’t recognize you.

Eugene Thompson: Look at the funeral poster and back at me.

His mask pulls back, revealing his charming face, as Mix & Max looks towards a picture before looking back.

Mix & Max: Next time say that you are the Eugene Thompson of the U.S. Army.

Eugene Thompson: So do you Inhumans not know fun, or is it just you?

Mix & Max: I have been told I am “no fun”

Eugene Thompson: Moving on, so people, who’s ready to prepare?

Black Bolt stands. Doctor Strange stands. Steven Grant returns. Megawatt stands firm. Bullseye rises. Mix & Max cracks her knuckles.

Eugene Thompson: Then let’s get some training done.

Hell yes.

((Reddit, this is roleplay))

The royal guard suit up; their leader Mix & Max. They all rush towards the funeral site and towards the threat.

Symbiote, who is your host.

((No reply, part II goes out tonight but I needed Mix and Max introduced first.))

THIS IS A VERY SENSITIVE STORY ABOUT ALCOHOLICS, DEPRESSION, AND ABUSE. DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE.

All my life I felt weak, well not all of it. When they gave it to me it was a blessing, it was more. Coaching the life and death struggle in terms straight out of the glory day playbook... It's all a bunch of smoke and mirrors... A cover up for the fear. Because when it comes to being a hero... When it comes to helping people... I'm terrified by what happens when I fail. I failed a lot. Especially before it. My name is Eugene Thompson but most people call me Flash. I was a classmate of Peter Parker. I grew up in Forest Hills, Queens, New York which meant I lived only a few blocks from Parker's house. I lived with my father, my mother, and my little sister Jessie. Harrison Thompson was a police officer in the New York Police Department. My mother’s name was Rose Thompson. I was physically abused by my alcoholic father, leading to my past violent, bullying nature. Those were the Midtown High School years. Like Peter Parker, I attended Midtown High School, where I bullied Peter daily. The bullying continued for a long time even after Peter, unknown to me, gained his spider-powers. He never used them against me, even when tempted to do so—I imagine. The only exception was a boxing match between us in the school gym, where he evaded my punches with his special warning sense and knocked me out with a single punch. This was passed off as an accident and any suspicion of Parker actually being Spider-Man was moved onto me due to events involving the Living Brain. After this, I slowly stopped the physical abuse, although I did continue to taunt Parker. My circle of friends included a large number of people. Some of them being McKeever, Ionello, O'Reilly, Charlie and a hell of a lot of female admirers such as Sally and Liz. Liz was actually one of my steady girlfriends for some time. I earned the nickname of Flash from my football skills. I once was Midtown High's star quarterback, in another life I’d still be playing football… in another life. This gained me some popularity and respect. I didn’t really care about that though, I still was always jealous of Parker's book smarts. An ironic part is I became a supporter of Parker’s second life, Spider-Man, despite popular opinion against him. Hell, I even formed a Spider-Man Fan Club while still in high school and invited a lot of people except Parker to join and scared away Bugle staff when they tried to interview people about their reasons for hating Spider-Man or twist words of supporters. Funny story actually, after this I tried to play a trick on Parker by dressing in a Spider-Man costume and attempting to scare him. Before I could actually surprise Parker, I was abducted by Doctor Doom. The mad doctor must’ve believed I was the real Spider-Man. Parker was then forced to save his own worst rival, me, although we have long grown past that. Another time I dressed up as Spider-Man was to redeem Parker who was seen as a coward after having run from a confrontation with the Green Goblin one time. I confronted three car thieves, hoping to draw him out, but I was humiliated horribly by the three. That didn’t end too well. When my girlfriend previously mentioned, Liz, became attracted to Parker she started snubbing me. This only made me hate Parker more. I had actually threatened Parker not to hang around Liz too much, but when Parker got into trouble with the school principal over our fight, I took responsibility for the incident. I did still continue to show affection towards Liz, even though she had made it clear that she didn’t want me anymore. After I graduated from high school I enrolled at Empire State University on an athletic scholarship. Turns out one of my classmates was Parker. I became close friends with Parker, Harry, and Gwen. I left college to join the army, that was after Parker and I were already friends. During my tour of duty in Southeast Asia, I stumbled across a hidden temple. The residents, specifically the stunning Sha Shan, nursed me back to health after I got wounded. The American forces unfortunately and mistakenly shelled the temple despite my efforts. This really was the reason I left the army to return to America. The temple survivors blamed me for the tragedy and made attempts on my life. Parker; he actually helped me and the survivors of the event make peace. And I was briefly reunited with Sha Shan. After this I returned to civilian life and college too. I, among the many friends, paid my respects to Parker at Gwen Stacy's funeral. I hadn’t known Parker was Spider-Man at the time, which made me lose respect for Spider-Man. He failed to save Gwen, but looking back he tried his hardest. I still miss Gwen. After this I was injured in a car crash when a new Vulture kidnapped MJ. This left me pretty injured. During the healing I befriended Liz again and we went on a cruise with Parker and MJ. However, the cruise ship was kidnapped by the Tarantula, basically a knock off Spider-Man. We were rescued by Spider-Man, which made me first become suspicious of Parker. When Harry became the Green Goblin and found out about Parker’s identity, he blew up Parker’s apartment and kidnapped Parker’s aunt, MJ and me before he was defeated by Spider-Man. As Parker’s apartment had been ruined, I let Parker crash in my place. I helped him move when he found a new apartment. When Harry Osborn was released, apparently cured from the insanity that made him the Green Goblin, I took him in as my new roommate. Later on, Sha Shan returned to the U.S. as Sister Sun. She was the reluctant bride of a cult leader named Achmed Korba, Brother Power. Brother Power was a pawn of the Man-Beast. Sha Shan turned on Korba, and the Man-Beast was beaten through the combined efforts of Spider-Man, Razorback, and myself. Korba actually died in the battle, allowing Sha Shan to become my girlfriend and move in with me after Goblin Jr. moved out. As time passed, I struggled to find my place in adult life. I was missing the feeling of importance I once had as a high school football star. At this time my relationship with Sha Shan began to sour as she settled into the U.S. and became more independent. Sha Shan turned to Parker for help adjustingI had misunderstood the situation and I assumed it was an affair, deepening the rift. I began seeing Betty Brant who had recently broken up with her husband, Ned Leeds. She rationalized us as just two lonely people supporting each other. In retaliation, Ned framed me as the Hobgoblin, and later attacked me while I was hanging out in Betty's apartment. Exhausted, I tried to turn myself in, and was nearly killed saving Spider-Man from one of the new Hobgoblin's bombs. Specifically this Hobgoblin was Macendale instead of Ned because during this he faked his death. Spider-Man convinced me not to give up, and eventually my name was cleared. I attempted to continue my relationship with Betty, but she was distraught and in denial about Ned’s death. When a cult leader took advantage of Betty in her vulnerable state, I helped Spider-Man find and rescue her. Betty had given away all her possessions to the cult through manipulation on their side, I gave her a place to stay, and together, we were able to repel an attack by demons. However, our romantic relationship didn't last. I didn’t know what to do or say around Betty after Ned's death. Although I was still recovering from my encounter with the Hobgoblin, Parker asked me to be the best man at his wedding. I (of course) agreed, and organized a bachelor's party. That was where me and Harry Osborn helped talk Parker through some of his doubts. Later on, to get back at Parker for choosing MJ over her, Felicia Hardy began hooking up with me, with the intent of breaking my heart. Apparently, over time she found herself developing genuine feelings for me. While working as an ambulance driver, I refused to let Lonnie Lincoln steal his vehicle and was badly beaten as a result. Shaken by the thought of losing me, Felicia asked me to marry her. However, I turned her down, saying we both knew she wouldn’t stay. I had known she was the Black Cat all along, but was sure she'd eventually leave me to return to her old glamorous lifestyle. After a bout of severe depression, I went drunk-driving and was badly injured in a car crash. Soon afterward Norman Osborn offered me a job at Oscorp as his personal aide in order to annoy Parker. I became loyal to Norman for giving him a second chance and turning his life around. Later, as part of a plan of driving Spider-Man to murderous violence by attacking his family and friends, Osborn kidnapped me (under the pretense of picking him up from an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting), force-fed me whiskey and had me crash a truck into Midtown High School, where Parker worked. I did survive but I suffered severe brain damage that left me in a coma. I awakened from the coma shortly thereafter, but remained in a largely catatonic state. Liz became my caretaker, but I was at a loss as to how she could give me the attention I needed as she was both running a company and raising her son, Normie. Peter's aunt had the idea to have me move into Parker's apartment building, in the belief that being surrounded by friends would aid in my recovery. Parker was eager to help and began spending his free time with me and slowly, I started to show signs of improvement. We are getting a bit too far ahead of ourselves so when I came out of my coma I forgot most of what had happened between me and Parker after high school. I was given the position as coach by the new principal at Midtown High School where Parker was working as a teacher. Eventually through regaining my memory I put together that Parker and Spider-Man were one in the same. While "Miss Arrow" was posing as a nurse at the high school, she identified me as an ideal victim to incubate her eggs, due to my time spent in a coma. When I turned down her advances she kidnapped me and webbed me to the roof of an abandoned church in preparation, but I was rescued by Spider-Man and Betty Brant before it was too late. I returned to the battlefield in a war, and that’s where I lost my legs after saving my partner from enemy forces. My sacrifice was enough to earn me a recommendation for the Medal of Honor. I went through the so-called "stages of grief" backwards, even so far as to use dangerous experimental procedures to regain my legs, but on the outside I seemed to come to terms with my condition, thanks to the support of my friends, family, and my new rehabilitation trainer Sha Shan. And then they came to me. I became the new Venom when I was enlisted as a part of Project: Rebirth 2.0. I was bonded with the symbiote, which had recently been acquired by the U.S. government after Mac Gargan's arrest after the Siege of Asgard. While bonded, I was able to start healing my legs and gained powers comparable to Spider-Man. Unfortunately life doesn’t play in my favor and only my bones and a small layer of innards below the skin got regrown. Not the best when being in public. My first mission with the symbiote was when I got sent to an Eastern European country to recover a doctor developing weapons made from Antarctic Vibranium. During my mission, I encountered the new Jack O'Lantern, who was also trying to recover the good doctor for his boss, the new Crime-Master. Neither of us were able to take him alive but the encounter made me and Jack O'Lantern long-time enemies as he calls it. I was later sent to the Savage Land to destroy Crime-Master's Antarctic Vibranium shipment. I was attacked by Kraven the Hunter, who believed that the “Spider's Shadow” would be able to end his curse. Upon learning I was handicapped, he was outraged and attempted to kill me outright to keep his honor, but was carried away by a swarm of giant bats. I was separated from the symbiote by the bats, which led Crime-Master to learn my identity. However, the symbiote returned to me much to my surprise, assuring me that it won't abandon me and reminding me that we still had a mission to complete. Eventually, we took control of the helicopter containing the Vibranium shipment, but I was forced to deliver it to Crime-Master when Crime-Master used his knowledge of my identity to hold Betty hostage. In return, Crime-Master told me where Betty was being kept, but Spider-Man, who was also trying to save Betty, mistook me for the enemy and we fought. After our brief battle, we continued our search for Betty together, but as soon as I arrived at the warehouse where Betty was being kept, it blew up. Spider-Man left the destruction with Betty. Returning to Project Rebirth headquarters, I lied to his superior about Crime-Master discovering my identity to the moment when I lost control of the symbiote so that they wouldn't take it away from me. Back home, I learned that my father had cirrhosis of the liver and did not have much time to live. Later on, Flash was able to visit his father in the hospital right before he passed away. Jack O'Lantern showed up at my father's funeral and was beaten swiftly. I broke up with Betty so that she could be safe. Shortly after, Captain America arrived to bring me in after shutting down Project Rebirth, but my heroic deeds convinced Cap to give me a chance. When Crime-Master was gathering other villains to form a team called the Savage Six, I sneaked into Crime-Master's HQ and tried to kill him. Eddie Brock interfered trying to kill me, which ruined my plan. Before I escaped from the five villains, Master stated that he would kill my loved ones. Eddie Brock was knocked out during battle and was forced by Crime-Master to become the new Toxin and complete the Savage Six. I started searching for Betty, and found her talking with Jack O'Lantern. I protected her from him, Megatak and Toxin. Knowing that there couldn’t be any way for her to trust me, I revealed my identity to Betty. The Savage Six then attacked me and Betty at the home of her parents. I then engaged in my last fight with the Savage Six, resulting in the deaths of multiple. I then witnessed Crime Master reveal his identity to Betty as her brother and became shocked when Betty shot and killed him. Later I fought Jack O' Lantern and brought him to the Raft. Later on, I followed the escaped serial killer Carnage to a NASA research center, where the villain used an interdimensional transport called Prometheus Pit with the help of beings from the Microverse to be transported there. Spider-Man, who also was following Carnage's steps, joined me in the search for Kasady, and we were transported to the Microverse by the Prometheus Pit. Both of us were separated once we passed through the Pit, and I was found by the Enigma Force, who needed my help to oppose Marquis Radu, the leader of Carnage's allies, and get Carnage out of the Microverse, because his symbiote (as well as mine) was corrupting the environment. We were attacked and subdued by Marquis Radu's forces. I was brought to Marquis Radu's base along Carnage, in order to replicate our symbiotes and create an army which could make him control the Microverse. But Carnage managed to take control over the symbiote army and used it to escape to the regular universe, where he was finally defeated by the combined efforts of me and Scarlet Spider, and a special weapon given to them by the Enigma Force. After being stung by Spider-Man, Cletus cured his wounds, but was left in a catatonic state, meaning that the symbiote was now in full control of his body, although it was put in custody once more and sedated. After facing the U-Foes a little later, I bid farewell to New York and moved to Philadelphia, not knowing that Eddie Brock had survived the flames and was tracking me down. I received a job as an assistant gym coach to West Philadelphia High School and also became "the Spider-Man of Philly". When trying to capture a victim of one of Vector's experiments with alien-machine hybrids, I was confronted by Toxin, who killed the hybrid. Using a sedative I was saving for my own symbiote, I managed to incapacitate Brock, who left the scene vowing a new encounter soon. Toxin tracked down me to the high school, wanting to confront me, but the creature Toxin killed managed to spawn and infect new people, people who were now looking for both Toxin and me, their new natural enemies. In order to save innocent lives, I had to convince Brock to temporarily team-up and defeat the monsters, who were ultimately killed. Realizing I was doing good with Venom, Brock offered me a deal, he would let me live as long as he had control over the symbiote Toxin and had full right to take Venom back in the future if Toxin died. In order to save Andi Benton, one of my students, from being killed by Jack O'Lantern, I gave her a portion of the symbiote, which mysteriously bonded with Andi faster than it could have bonded to any other host and turned her into Mania. Andi proceeded to brutally attack Jack O'Lantern, but after removing his mask, I realized it was actually an impostor brainwashed by the real Jack O'Lantern into replacing him while he was in prison. After a furious battle in which numerous super villains looking for me stepped in, Mania started suffocating the fake Jack with the symbiote, but I convinced her not to cross that line. Andi moved with her aunt to Jenkintown although she remained in touch with me, and I let her have the symbiote. And then I went back to NY. And then it happened eht smearcs. The panic. iT WAS A ekun. The world went grey. I looked around. The team up to fight a criminal between Moon Knight and I I looked at him. eW htob knew what I needed to do. I had been practicingitforweeks and this was plan S. I ran to Moon Knight but I had gotten blasted. It felt ddaarrkk bbuutt oonnlly hhaallff ooff em got hit. My memories are fractured.

The Past, Death of the World

Agent Venom swings from building to building, landing near the sound of shots.

AV: “Put your hands up.”

Raises blaster.

MW: “I can feel my power growing, feeding off my anger. Father would say I’ve lost the path of balance, but he could never understand: the only way to fight a monster is to become one. That is what you will have to le–”

Moon Knight dropped down from his Mooncopter, crushing the criminal.

MK: You’re welco–

Sirens rang. All three look up. Megawatt escapes to the sewers. Agent Venom and Moon Knight notice the missile. Agent Venom shot symbiote blasts up in the sky and slingshotted him and Moon Knight in space.

That's the last thing I remember.

I've taken beatings in my life. Had body and mind put to the test. Football. Dad. Boot camp. Mosul. Both legs amputated above the knee. An entire lifetime of getting my ass kicked to the ground can't begin to measure up to these past days. I always get back up, bitch.

Funeral, Death of Flash

SG: “They don’t say these are easy, which it isn’t. I’ve spoken multiple times, all three of us have. His last words to me were ‘Steven, you got three men and a bird in you. Tell me that you’re gay. Marc isn’t. I liked Spector better. And we know Jake he’s probably ace.’ Yep. Horrible final words but that isn’t why we’re here. We’re here to honor a brave soldier who died. He didn’t have a good childhood. Khonshu knows that. I want to speak about him. I didn’t know him as much in the present. I listened to his past. As a result of chronic abuse by his violent, alcoholic father, Flash became a bully during his high-school years, picking on students weaker than himself in order to vent his anger and frustration. Nevertheless, desiring his father's approval above all else, Flash pushed himself to excel in sports, embodying the stereotype of a dumb jock. Inspired by Spider-Man's selfless heroism, Flash eventually straightened himself out and joined the military in order to prove himself a hero, but was ashamed and haunted by his past as a bully. Remaining hot-tempered and lapsing into alcoholism, Flash despaired at the parallels he saw between himself and his father. Upon becoming Agent Venom, Flash's aspirations to be a super hero clashed with both his military superiors' orders—eventually leading to him going AWOL to protect his family; and with the predatory urges of the symbiote, which was kept suppressed by a suppressant chemical but would resurface if Flash became too angry. Flash came to realize just how heavy the burden of being a hero was when his new rogues gallery and the feral symbiote attacked his family; eventually leaving for Philadelphia to protect them and try to leave his past behind. Flash blamed himself for the death of Andrea Benton's father, and despite having never wanted children out of fear he'd turn out like his own dad he became a surrogate father and mentor to her. Thompson sank into a deep depression when he lost the symbiote for a while. Not only was he worried sick about his friend and partner, he also missed being a super hero. He was eventually brought out of his depression by his determination to reunite with his former symbiote.”

JL: “His last words to me were ‘It’s acting up. Now bring out Marc, he’s better.’ Eugene Thompson era lo que llaman un buen luchador. Acabó con muchas personas. Luchó por nosotros. Murio por nosotros. He had many skills. Superhuman Strength, Superhuman Speed, Superhuman Stamina, Superhuman Durability, Superhuman Agility, Superhuman Reflexes, Organic Webbing, Regeneration, Wallcrawling, Spider-Sense, Spider-Sense Immunity, Camouflage, Constituent-Matter Generation, Constituent-Matter Manipulation, Shape Alteration, Genetic Memory, Night Vision, and External Symbiote Rejection. He was both a skilled markman and combatant and we fought many times, even without his knowledge.”

MS: “I swear to River Styx, I will bring him back. That two-bit peice of alien goo should’ve saved him but no. I will find a way even if it’s the last thing I do.”

Marc breaks the podium, storming off

BP: I didn’t miss, he slid. He died from the fact he had no legs.

DL: He’s a protagonist. Classic Jason Todd scenario. He’ll be revived in act 3 to–

A white suited man steps out from the debris.

ET: Consider it act three then.

((This is roleplay reddit))

((Any interactions would be speaking on Attilan at his funeral before Megawatt (DL) speaks))

**~~~~~~Attilan.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**

*The screens of Attilan buildings buzz to life, an image sits on them. One face, unmasked revealing his grizzled and stern face. His facial stubble led from his ears to his mouth, thin and soft. His lips chapped and dried with stillness. His eyes sunk in his face, illustrating his tiredness. His name is Blackagar Boltagon, the King of Attilan. In Medusa’s absence Marc Spector speaks for Blackagar through translating his sign language.*

Blackagar Boltagon: *My people of Attilan, and survivors of Earth, we are under threat but my Universal Inhuman Troops have arrived to protect you all.*

Steven Grant: *He clears his throat, taking in the pain to his body as he does so.* Your King of Attilan here says that Attilan is under threat, but the Universal Inhuman Troops have arrived to protect all of us.

Blackagar Boltagon: *In light of our unfortunate situation with the one named “Mother” we are accepting strong fighters that can be of use to train with the Attilan Royal Guard and the guests of mine.*

Steven Grant: In light of the cosmic threat training provided by the Attilan Royal Guard is opening for strong warriors and powerful people.

Blackagar Boltagon: *All of you that are willing, whether you’re a soldier, an Inhuman, or anyone willing to fight, arrive at the Inhuman Royal Palace. You will be rewarded. Now to me, my Inhumans!*

Steven Grant: All of you that are willing, whether you’re a fighter, an Inhuman, or anyone willing, arrive at the Inhuman Royal Palace. You will be rewarded. Now to me, my Inhumans!

Blackagar Boltagon: *We will protect you.*

Steven Grant: We will protect you.

*The screens cut, and power off. Blackagar stood up from his throne and patted down his suit. He positioned his arms behind him after gesturing for Steven to follow. Blackagar walked steadily towards the large doorway as it was pulled open. Blackagar looked to Gorgon and then to Auran as he nodded his head ‘Hello’. As he walked through the hall multiple guard members joined them in two lines, Steven and Blackagar in the lead. Multiple rooms were passed in the hallway before reaching the one they wanted to go to. The door had a sign above it which said “Medical Bay”. Steven pushed the door and as he stepped through Jake Lockley stepped into the room. Marc walked over to Eugene as the lines and Blackagar stood in place.*

Jake Lockley: Thompson.

Eugene Thompson: So you aren’t Steven as he does the whole “Hello, how are you” lines. I’d have to guess Jack?

Jake Lockley: Jake Lockley.

Eugene Thompson: Close enough. So you came to see how I’m doing?

Jake Lockley: Yes.

Eugene Thompson: Good. Only have a couple broken bones. You know, when you took over y’alls body to push us into a window!

Jake Lockley: Yes. It was a risk I was willing to take. We both heal.

Eugene Thompson: Apparently not fast enough.

Jake Lockley: The symbiote leave you?

Eugene Thompson: It’s acting up. Now bring out Marc, he’s better.

Marc Spector: *Groans tiredly* Ugh. So are you able to heal in the next day or so?

Eugene Thompson: I’ll manage.

Marc Spector: That’s good.

Eugene Thompson: Sure.

Marc Spector: You want to come with us?

Eugene Thompson: *sighs which turns into a cough* I suppose.

*Marc helps Eugene to a wheelchair placed at the side of the medical bed.*

Eugene Thompson: Never thought I’d be in one of these again.

Marc Spector: And you thought you’d be on the moon?

Eugene Thompson: Actually, I did assume one day they’d send me into space and on the way I’d take a break at the moon.

Marc Spector: Why’d you figure that?

Eugene Thompson: Symbiote invasion or some alien war.

Marc Spector: Well the future holds bright for you.

Eugene Thompson: We both know if I fight against Emma I will get immediately obliterated.

Marc Spector: You’d last longer than others.

Eugene Thompson: Would I? She has fire! And I’m useless against fire!

Marc Spector: You still got guts.

Eugene Thompson: Ones that she'd spill on the floor!

Marc Spector: Ha. Let’s not keep them waiting.

*Marc pushes Eugene out of the room, looking at Benjamin Poindexter with his dark eyes. He gestures to him with his head.*

Marc Spector: Get up.

*Marc, Benjamin, Eugene, Blackagar, and the soldiers head through the royal palace and to the makeshift training room put together with a day’s worth of work.*

Marc Spector: People here, get in line.

*About fifty people stood in line, Eugene wheeling over alongside benjamin. The Soldiers stood behind Marc and Blackagar in a line. Marc left control only for a minute. Jake evaluated everyone in his mind:*

*Dirk Leyden, former Australian convict turned script writer/ actor turned supervillain. He was given powers by Jonas Harrow. Leyden has the ability to store and release large amounts of electricity, enabling him to shoot bursts of energy and jump superhuman distances. He fought Parker to a draw before running out of energy reserves. He escaped from police custody due to a downed power pole, and hid out until recently. Powers seem useful and are dangerous when accounting for his creativity. Although insane he still wants to live so he’ll fight.*

*Flash Thompson, bully turned soldier. Eugene joined the Army and was stationed in Southeast Asia, but had trouble finding a place to fit when he returned to the States. He spiralled into depression and combated alcoholism, an addiction that was used by Norman Osborn to involve him in a car crash, which left Flash in a crippled state after waking up from a coma. Flash eventually regained his full faculties, and became a gym teacher at his old school. Thompson returned to service and earned a Medal of Honor, although it was the same mission that cost him his legs. The military bonded Eugene to the Venom symbiote, allowing Flash to serve as Agent Venom for Project Rebirth 2.0.. He went out on his own after it was shut down. With his symbiote he could be of use in the fight but it is acting weird so we will need to enhance it*

*Kurt Wagner, a demonic-looking mutant with teleporting abilities, being known as the Nightcrawler. He was found and raised by the witch Margali Szardos. He performed as a trapeze artist in the carnival until being hunted by a mob. He was saved by Xavier of the X-Men, where he was invited to join the group under the codename Nightcrawler. His teleporting can help and certainly hurt Emma. His sword mastery can also assist.*

*Clint Barton is the second best marksman. His keen sight and his resourceful Trick Arrows can be of use to the war against Frost. Originally an orphaned circus artist, Clint learned his skills at a young age. When getting into contact with criminal activities in his career, he immediately chose to abandon the apparent temptation to preserve his honor. As a valiant and charismatic hero, despite not having special abilities like most of his peers, he can put up a strong fight.*

*Master assassin Benjamin Poindexter is the deadliest marksman in the world and the arch-nemesis of Daredevil. He can turn any object into a lethal projectile with precision. Almost nothing about his early life is known. He has told several conflicting stories about his youth most of which he later admitted were lies. He had a brief professional baseball career that ended when he killed a batter with a fastball out of boredom. After serving as a government operative as “Lester”, he became a freelance assassin and developed his signature style.*

*The rest were unrecognizable and were most likely Inhumans*

*Marc got back control, rubbing his temples as he mumbled to Jake:* I swear to Khonshu, don’t do that.

**~~~~~~Sewers.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**

*Water whipped through the sewer tunnels, something above ground level must have broken which led to a flood. The ground shook, heat rose, and water rushed. The four in the sewers knew it, someone caused an explosion. Then again, another explosion but the other side. Stephen Strange wanted to wait for more but clearly that didn’t work. The explosion was too close, fire fiercely flooded the tunnel. Stephen rushed through the spell, opening the portal quickly. The four ran into the portal to Attilan; Flubber, then Jubilee, then Scarlet Witch, and then Doctor Strange. Unfortunately two things went wrong.

**~~~~~~Attilan.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**

***BAM***

*The top of the Royal Palace exploded, sending fire and debris down onto the lower levels of the building. The makeshift training room collapsed in on itself, sending the groups in a panic. {If you want your character to escape, just say that they escaped with explanation} Bullseye grabbed a rope from his belt, swinging down at Eugene which did catch him. The floor beneath Bullseye cracked, sending him sliding down it and landing into a lower level. Eugene struggled to save himself but he landed under falling debris. Bullseye made it to a broken beam, holding on for safety. Blackagar screams out, atomizing and destroying falling debris from above. Megawatt clinged to a safe unharmed floor area with the other soldiers. Moon Knight pushed Blackagar out of the way and out the palace, saving them and landing on a separate part. A rain of water poured down from a hole in the sky as four people fell out. Jake Lockley took control.*

Jake Lockley: Flubber. Jubilee. Doctor Strange. Scarlet Witch.

*His suit forms around him, as he clenches his fists. A grappling line made of bandages shoots up into the sky, at a palace tower still standing. It quickly rettracks as he swings up. He wraps around, catching Jubilee.*

Jake Lockley: Let’s establish some parameters. I’m not Spider-Man. And I'm not The Punisher. They represent the extreme ends of the same costume spectrum. I’m Moon Knight. And you all know that means one thing. No one in this place, myself included, knows precisely what I am capable of. I beat the Avengers. Imagine what I could do to any one of you.

*He swings low to the ground near Blackagar, setting Jubilee down. Suddenly the Mooncopter flies through the barrier and where Moon Knight swings to, allowing him to land in it.*

Jake Lockley: Look up and into the night, see that silver glint of light in the darkness? That’s this.

*The ship flies quickly, catching Flubber, Scarlet Witch, and Doctor Strange before landing on the ground.*

Doctor Strange: Good save.

*Jake nods, jumping out. He looks up at the palace, not much destroyed. Only the top three floors are destroyed. Eventually they all regroup.*

Bullseye: Eugene died.

Doctor Strange: What the hell happened to Earth other than Emma? What does she have that could have possibly done that?

((Eventually the barriers will be up after catching Strange up))

((Reddit, this is roleplay))

((This should not be said but I know Wiccan wants Strange dead so: Don't interact if you are not on the moon and if you are working for Emma.))