A.N.: If you're here for Courage of Equestria, you're in the wrong place. Also, this story disregards Prototype 2
Prologue.
Fury loomed on the bridge of the Helicarrier, overlooking all of the working agents. The world was stirring, its inhabitants becoming aware of the undeniably. Aliens, giant green rage monsters, Norse gods of legend. Whether this was good, or bad, was debatable.
"Director Fury, sir," Fury's right hand man, Agent Phil Coulson, grabbed Fury's attention.
"What is it?" Fury questioned.
"We received reports of a fabled terrorist reemerging, with sightings all over Manhattan. We believe he may be a direct threat very soon," Fury's curiosity was peaked. A fabled terrorist? Since when do terrorists become fabled?
"Who is it?" He asked, turning to lock his one-eyed stare on Coulson.
"Alex Mercer, A.K.A. ZEUS."
Alex was perched on the tip of a skyscraper, overlooking the city. HIS city. It had been a few years since the Infection, so he considered coming out of hiding, at least a little bit. Unfortunately, for beings with such short lives, human's had great memories.
Already, he had heard 'rumors' of him floating around, because of the minor appearances he'd been making lately. Sighing, the virus closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply. Something was coming… something big. And it was going to happen in HIS city.