Welcome to my new series. I present my Super Smash Bros. adaptation of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I was heavily inspired by gamer4's work with his Mario Mario series, based off of Harry Potter. I highly encourage you to check out Mario Mario and the Hylian Stone, Dungeon of Secrets, Prisoner of Subspace, and Bottle of Lightning, he's a great writer and his work is awesome (Notice how subtly I slipped in that plug). By the way, I asked, and he does not mind me doing this, just so you know. I'm not sure how far I'll go with this series, but I'd like to do up until the Infinity War (after it comes out, that is). Who knows. Be aware that some plot points may be changed based on my personal opinions, and new scenes may be added.

Also, this series will be mostly a side project, at least for a while, so don't expect updates too often. As always, read, review, and enjoy.

Iron Women

Chapter 1: Shock and Awe

Zebes Desert

The deserts of Zebes were not welcoming vacation spots. Populated by strange, birdlike humanoids, called the Chozo, the entire country was one of the most unusual on the planet. Possessing many barren areas of sand, it baffled many as to how the Chozo managed to live so comfortably. The inner caves possessed most of the country's wildlife, and rumors abounded of a self-sustaining ecosystem underground. Of course, nobody believed it.

However, the harsh heat and sand of the deserts were not the things that made the country uninviting. Rather, the groups of terrorists who attempted to seize control through extremely violent, and occasionally downright dirty, tactics were the tourist deterrents. They kept cities on their toes, and kept the United States, one of the most powerful countries on Earth, busy dealing with them. Their military forces were currently up to their heads in enemies, who were smart as well as ruthless. At the current moment, a convoy of America's large, armored vehicles was traveling down the road, with no life in sight of any of the drivers.

In the midst of the convoy lay one particular humvee, which held a passenger of great importance. Besides the usual three American soldiers, dressed in bulky grey armor, with the blue visors of their helmets raised, sat a woman in a black sharp suit, a glass of whiskey in her hand. Her long blond hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore dark sunglasses on her face, because where else would you were sunglasses. This particular woman was named Samus Aran, and she was on her way back to the airbase.

Glancing around at the Marines in the vehicle, Samus decided to break the ice, "So, am I being taken to a mob execution? Is that why nobody's talking? Where's the snuff film camera?"

Bye-bye, awkward silence.

All of the soldiers, who up till this point had been the role model of professionalism, broke down laughing, though not enough to throw off the driver. Speaking of her, she eventually responded with, "Sorry, m'am. You're more intimidating in person."

Samus cracked another grin. "Me? The one who designed all of the guns on this convoy? Don't be silly!" she chuckled, "But seriously, ask me anything."

The shotgun seated soldiers decided to speak up first, "Is it true you hooked up with all the dudes in last year's New Zealand Male Firefighters Calendar?"

Samus snorted. "I really have to find out who keeps leaking those rumors. To tell the truth, that is indeed false. I think I saw March at my party once, but that's it."

The one seated besides her piped up next. "Can I take a selfie with you? If I don't, nobody at the bar will ever believe this happened."

"Yes, on two conditions," said Samus, as the Marine pulled out his cell phone, "One, don't call it a selfie. Two, if this ends up on Twitter..."

"Don't worry about it," chimed in the driver, "His twitter consists of bad puns that make everybody sick."

"Hey! You promised never to tell about that!" exclaimed the first, as he held up his phone, making the peace sign next to Samus with his other hand.

"Cool it with the gang sign," snapped Samus. His hand immediately went down, as he frowned in disappointment. "No, actually, put it up. I love peace. Peace is awesome. Peace is why I make things to blow up."

"Alright, let's see...oh, the stupid thing's on the wrong camera," grunted the soldier.

And that was when the car in front of them exploded.

Dust and metal debris rained down on the humvee's windshield. The driver roared with frustration as she frantically tried to avoid what was left of the destroyed vehicle. Samus was thrown back in her seat, her glass shattering on the floor, followed by her shades. Eventually, the humvee pulled to a stop on the side of the sandy road, as sounds of gunfire rained around the outside. The driver lowered her visor, seized her rifle, and threw open the driver-side door, eyes darting around in search of their assailants. Her efforts were in vain, as another round of bullets struck her down.

"Dammit!" shouted the passenger seated soldier, "Reevs! Guard Aran!" He climbed out, ducking low behind the humvee to avoid sight, then put his rifle on the hood to steady it. Getting a target in his sights, he fired, but was shortly cut down by another shot, followed by several more that cracked the tempered glass shield.

"Mother-!" roared Reevs, as he grabbed his own rifle. He turned towards Samus, yelling "Stay here and get down!" over her protests and demands of an extra weapon. He had barely exited the vehicle before he was hit by another shot. Bullets whizzed past his body, punching multiple holes in the vehicle, though none of them hit Samus. Thinking fast, she immediately dived down to the floor of the humvee.

As the sounds of gunfire rained around, Samus looked up through the cracked windshield, noticing that many of the other soldiers in the convoy were meeting the same fate. Deciding she couldn't risk it, Samus shoved the door open, and jumped out of the vehicle. She was greeted by a small bomb landing several meters away, though not close enough to be a threat, and the sound of the explosion deafened her.

Thanking whatever god or gods existed, Samus dashed away, as more sounds of weapons echoed around her. Diving behind a rock, Samus frantically pulled out her phone, attempted to punch in a number with trembling fingers, when she heard a whooshing noise followed by a thump in the sand next to her. Looking over, she saw a small missile embedded in the ground, with the words "Aran International" clearly printed on the side. Samus shouted in pure fear as she scrambled to her feet and attempted to get back.

Then the bomb exploded.

Samus was thrown backwards several feet, landing with on her rear with a painful crack. Besides the ringing in her ears, Samus felt almost completely numb. However, she soon became aware of a sharp, stinging pain in her torso, and looked down to notice several patches of blood spreading slowly across her shirt. Using the last of her strength, Samus tore it open to get a view at the bullet proof vest she wore, and noticed the blood was seeping through it.

"Shrapnel..." she woozily guessed, before the pain sent her into unconsciousness.

There first thing she was aware of was darkness. On her face, she could feel the rough fabric of whatever it was that covered her face. Samus guessed it was burlap. Then her nerve endings kicked in and she felt stings from several cuts spread across her face.

Suddenly, the bag was yanked off her head, and a bright light momentarily blinded the woman, forcing her to shut her eyes. When she opened them again, she noticed that she was tied to a chair, sitting in a cave of some kind. Around her stood several...well, Samus wasn't quite sure what they were. They dressed in militaristic body armor, but their necks jutted out straight forward between their shoulders. Their exposed skin was covered in purple scales, and they had sharp yellow teeth. Most carried very large rifles, while two stood in front of her, shining a spotlight and pointing a movie camera at her. Looking up, she noticed that one held a piece of paper, and appeared to be reading out loud. She could not understand the words, as the language of the creature sounded like nothing more than growls.

Given the present circumstances, Samus decided that only one response was appropriate. "Shit."

And that's chapter one. I have a couple of things I'd like to clear up. First, I mean no disrespect to anyone of my readers native to Afghanistan, or anybody who has family or friends who fought in the war. I have no intention of making light of the war. The description is not intended to be accurate to real life. It is based on Planet Zebes from Metroid.

Also, if you need an idea of what the soldiers at the end look like, just look at the Space Pirates in Metroid Prime. That's all.