AN: G'day, mates! So, this is a little test for an idea I've been thinking of doing for a while. A little "Avengers in the RWBY Universe" fair. For now, I'll be posting little previews for each of the main characters, each of whom is based off a Marvel hero. If I feel good enough about, I'll try putting them into a full-fledged story.
But for now, enjoy what I have so far.
It was a calm, humid night, typical of late summer. The docks were abandoned, the only commotion coming from a few ducks bobbing in the water, settling in for a good night's rest. Unfortunately for them, they would get none. The ducks were shaken from their rest and quickly flew off as an unscheduled arrival pulled into the docks.
The boat was simple, a moderately large vessel painted a dark, murky green. On the hull was painted the emblem of the owners: A red skull with a gaggle of tentacles emerging from below surrounded by a red circle.
A few passengers leapt off the boat carrying ropes. They quickly tied their vessel to the dock as it drifted closer. A gangplank lowered onto dry land, providing safe passage for the rest of the passengers.
The crew consisted of a collection of men and women all dressed in green military uniforms with the familiar insignia emblazoned on their shoulders. Their faces were concealed by goggles and facemasks, their heads covered by dark green helmets. They carried an assortment of weapons, from pistols to assault rifles. They were well-armed...just in case.
The only crew member not abiding by the unspoken dress code was a man of average height wearing a very...unusual costume. His face and body were concealed by a beige uniform covered in kevlar armor, giving him protection from any and all sources. He carried no weapon, but all the other passengers kept their distance from him as best they could. On the man's back was what looked like an artificial mane reaching down to his calves. His forearms were covered in this artificial hair as well. Finally, his mask was blank save for two eye-holes meant to display the illusion of anger.
Truth be told, he was feeling more impatient than angry. The docking had been delayed by a few hours due to a slip-up by their police contacts. Harbor patrol must have switched up their schedule. Either that or the deal had gone sour. Either way, the man was annoyed.
The man walked up to a massive warehouse. On the door, sprayed in graffiti, was a crown encrusted in purple jewels. They had found their target.
The man raised his fist before pounding on the door three times. "Open up!" he demanded.
"Password?" A soft voice asked from behind the door.
"Just open up!" the man repeated.
"Password." the voice insisted.
The man groaned. "Jewel." he said.
With that, the mechanisms behind the door sprang to life. The heavy whirs of gears and pulleys propelled the heavy door upwards painfully slowly. In reality, it opened at what would be an acceptable pace, but to the armored man, it felt like an eternity.
Once the door raised itself above his height the man briskly made his way into the warehouse, coming to a stop in front of his contact.
In stark contrast to the armored man and his associates, the individuals in the warehouse all wore fine three-piece suits and wide-brimmed fedora hats. They looked more ready to attend a wedding or dinner party than to commit a crime, but the armored man was unphased.
"What went wrong?" the armored man demanded. "We were supposed to dock an hour ago."
A tall, slim man took a step toward the man. "Our contact made an error in judgement. He's being dealt with." the man spoke softly, his voice remaining monotone.
The armored man growled. "Whatever." he said. "Doesn't matter. You got the stuff?"
All of the suited individuals nodded in unison, moving to reveal the 'stuff' that the man was referring to. Out of the darkness of the warehouse came a tall, grey, industrial-looking box.
Underneath his mask, the armored man smiled for the first time that night. "Open it." he commanded. The suited individuals complied, punching a code into a small keypad on the side of the box. With a hiss, the locks on the box released, allowing the front to open and reveal its' contents to the world.
"Perfect." The man almost purred as he gazed upon the precious cargo. "Seal it up again. We need to get this thing onto the boat before-"
The man was interrupted by a scream of pain from behind him, quickly followed by another as his perimeter guards were taken out. The man whirled around to find his green-suited cronies aiming their weapons at a lone figure, shrouded in shadow, standing outside the warehouse, the unconscious bodies of the guards at his feet, smoke rising from their chests.
"Gotta say, not the friendliest welcome." the figure said, clear confidence in his voice. "You should work on that. Paints a bad image for the enterprise."
"You've got 1 minute to explain yourself before my people blow you to smithereens." the man said, lowering himself into a battle stance.
"Me?" the figure asked, gesturing to himself. "I think you're the ones who should explain yourselves, seeing what you're buying."
"Just who the hell are you?!" the man demanded.
"Well…" the figure began to answer. "I'm the guy you're stealing from. And I'd like my stuff back." With that, the figure stepped forward, revealing his attire to those inside the warehouse. His body was covered from head to toe in gleaming silver armor, with tiny slits for eyes and another resembling a mouth. The only other break in the silver was a blue light in his chest. A battery of some kind.
The man scoffed. "Really? So you're the head of Stark Industries?" he asked skeptically.
"Yes." the figure replied nonchalantly. "Well, CEO-to-be, but that's besides the point. Point is, that's my stuff," he pointed to the box "and I want it back. Tell you what:" he folded his hands. "If you give what I came for, then I'll let you leave. You get to go off free with all your teeth and I get my stuff back. Everybody wins."
The man chuckled. "I don't think so." His cronies prepared to open fire.
The figure sighed. "Yeah...I figured as much." he said. "Well...don't say I didn't warn you, Porcupine."
"Porcupine?" The man, confused by the unexpected nickname, was unprepared for the hot blast of light that sent him flying backwards.
The figure lowered his hand, where the blast had come from. "This could have been so easy…" he said.
With that, the green-clad cronies fired away. Their bullets bounced harmlessly off the figure's silver armor as he pointed his palms at the cronies, blasting them away with his bright laser weapons.
"Alright! Who's next?" the figure asked, but no-one answered. He was confused. He could have sworn there were more people in the warehouse. "Huh." he said. "Oh well. Now to-"
The figure was tackled to the ground in a blur of motion. After hitting the concrete floor the figure realized that it was the Porcupine with a smoking hole in his chestpiece.
The Porcupine grunted. "You're gonna pay for that, you little twit!" he threatened, attempting to get a hold of the figure's mask.
"Oooh! I'm-ugh-so scared!" The figure taunted, grasping the Porcupine's arm before he could grab his mask. "You gonna prick me with your quills, Porcupine?"
"Funny you should say that." The Porcupine wrenched his arm from the figure's grasp and, to the figure's surprise, the fur on the Porcupine's arms had indeed sharpened into quills.
"Oh God…" The figure said quickly. Just as he finished the sentence, the Porcupine slashed at the figure's chest with his quills, earning a cry of pain from the figure. He had managed to break the metal.
"Porcupine...heh." The titular assailant said to himself. "I kinda like it. Thanks for that." He readied another strike, this one a thrust straight into the figure's chest. "Still gonna kill you, though."
"Urgh-Keep thinking that." The figure said. Before the Porcupine could jam his spines into the figure's chest, the figure rocketed away at an incredible speed.
The Porcupine fell flat on his face in surprise. "What!?" he cried out, scrambling to his feet. The Porcupine looked up to see the figure, floating in the air, flames emerging from his boots.
"C'mon. You didn't seriously think I made this thing and didn't add rocket boots, did you?" the figure taunted, his hands on his hips as he hovered defiantly.
"Get down here and fight me, you coward!" The Porcupine called angrily.
"Hmm…" the figure pretended to contemplate, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Nah. I'm good. The angle is just right."
"Angle?" the Porcupine asked, confused. "For what?"
"For this." The figure replied as his chest-mounted battery began to glow. It didn't take long for the Porcupine to figure out what was about to happen, but even by then, it was too late. A massive blue beam erupted from the figure's chest, blasting the Porcupine through the wall of the warehouse, sending him screaming into the water.
Once it was clear that the warehouse was empty, the figure descended back to the floor, leaning over and placing his hands on his knees. He began breathing heavily before standing up straight again, laughing to himself. He reached up to the sides of his head and removed his helmet, revealing his raven-haired, blue-eyed, grinning face.
The figure placed his helmet under his left arm and raised his right wrist to his mouth. "Jarvis, you there?" he asked.
"Of course, sir." A smooth, computerized voice rang through the figure's ear.
"Write this down: uni-beam test #1. As powerful as I predicted, but hurts like hell. Should try and fix that." The figure dictated. He looked down at one of the fallen goons, still unconscious. "And run an image search on the symbol these guys wear. I want to know what we're dealing with."
"Yes, sir." Jarvis replied. "Also, you have 3 missed calls from Miss Potts...and one incoming call from her."
The figure froze. "Jarvis, drop the call, drop-" he began, but was interrupted by a female voice ringing in his ear.
"Cobalt? Cobalt, where are you?" The voice rang out.
Cobalt's face fell. "Heeeey Pepper." he said. "I'm...out."
"Please tell me you aren't chasing down trouble again." Pepper said, already knowing the answer.
"Uh…" Cobalt stammered. "Bad news: yes. Good news: I found the missing shipment. It was about to be sold to some mercenary types, but I put a stop to that. No problem."
"Ugh." Pepper groaned. "Cobalt…"
And that's that. I know it seems more "Avengers" than "RWBY" and, that's kind of what I was going for. I'll post the next chapter when I get around to it. Maybe. We'll see.
Neither Marvel nor RWBY belong to me. If they did, then I'd be a rich man. Unfortunately, I am not.