This is a crossover of DC Teen Titans with a character from Marvel who I happen to like. One alteration I am making to this Marvel character is that he will be the same age as the Teen Titans for story purposes. Any questions regarding this Marvel character, do not hesitate to ask or look up yourself. Please enjoy.
The city center shook with the sounds of battle.
Alarms rang, breaking the calm of the midday lunch hour. If one took the time to walk a block or two down the tech district's main street, the smashed front of a WayneTech R&D lab complex could be seen, along with the smashed set of titanium vault doors that had been flung casually across the street only a few minutes ago. Clear finger indentations were present in the metal, indicating someone possessed of extreme strength. Also the fact that the vault doors were imbedded about a foot and a half into the nearby sidewalk was a sign.
Suddenly, with the distinct crack of fists hitting flesh, a man-mountain smashed into the street, his head coming to a stop near the vault doors. A smaller man stepped into the picture. Over half his body was composed of a white, gleaming metal, alongside lines of glowing blue circuitry, pulsing with power. He lightly smiled, one eye glowing a dull red. It was artificial. The other eye held an amused look.
Cyborg snapped and cracked his knuckles. A metal pinging sound could be heard, like buffng the dents out of a car. He then assumed a fighting stance. "Mammoth, don't you know that when you and your friends break things, I'm gonna have to break you?"
The man called Mammoth scrambled to his feet. Mammoth really was the word, at close to nine feet tall and six hundred pounds of muscle... mostly. "We'll see, tin man. Let's dance." he growled.
"Booyah." Cyborg said dryly, before grabbing Mammoth in a wrestling move and flipping him up into the air.
"Have you completed your analysis, CLOC?" the man asked. He was sitting on the roof of a skyscraper several blocks away, and had a clear line of sight to the conflict between the Teen Titans and the members of HIVE, whose objective today seeemed to be raiding the city's technology district for advanced prototypes and exotic materials.
The intelligence named CLOC turned from analyzing and evaluating these metahumans to face his creator. He would have liked to watch a little more, observe the battle techniques of these seemingly opposing groups. The skills of the one called 'Robin', the leader of the Teen Titans, interested him. He was skilled enough to handle metas, despite no superhuman abilities of his own. But that was no strike against him. CLOC had learned long ago and in another world that powers or not, humans were the most dangerous animal of all.
The man sat on the edge of the roof of the skyscraper. The street was ninety stories straight down. His legs dangled over the edge lazily. This man was a teenager really, at least he looked like one. Only CLOC kept track of truly how old his creator was. After a while, his creator had stopped counting the years. He said it was pointless, seeing as how time had no real meaning for him. A valid point.
The Teen Titans are currenly composed of five members, and are well-known worldwide." CLOC began, his voice humming with metallic harmony. "Jump City is their home base. They are regarded as celebrities here, a younger version of popular supergroups that existed in our world. Superhuman activity has been met with a far better reception here."
I've noticed," the man said. "No Sentinels, no camps, no Registrations...continue, please."
CLOC's holographic array lit up and a current flatscreen feed of the Titans squaring off against the HIVE members played. The focus zoomed in on Robin.
This is Robin, the leader of the Titans." the screen showed a brightly dressed teen, about 17, backflipping and using a collapsible bo staff to evade micro missile strikes. "Analyzing his battle patterns, he posesses knowledge in over 40 fighting styles, which has somehow been melded into a form that is highly unpredictable. I have tracked capoeira leg strikes, Muay Thai blocking maneuvers, Shokotan jabs...the list goes on. He also posseses specialized equipment." The picture moved even closer, to a yellow utility belt. Green gloved hands pulled out three disks with blue centers. The picture zoomed back out to see Robin throwing the disks at a small boy in a black jumpsuit, bald, wearing goggles and a high tech backpack. The disks exploded, freezing two of the large metallic spider legs emerging from the pack. The third one froze the boy's midsection, holding him in place.
"No powers..." he mumbled, studying the feed.
The picture shifted upwards, revealing a young woman wearing a pink and silver costume. She was floating in the air, firing neon green energy blasts from her hands at a group of men wearing the same crimson costume. On their chests was a white circle with the division sign. He noticed that every man had the same face.
He chuckled. "What an idiot. First thing they teach you is not to advertise your powers like that. The division sign...three guesses what this MENSA graduate can do..."
CLOC's metallic waldoes floated and shifted away from his main body. One tentacle reached up and scratched CLOC's head, right above the main eye, in a very human fashion.
"Yes...sir. The young lady is known as Starfire. An alien. Her presence on Earth is a mystery, but she has been a member of this group since it's beginning, three years ago. On an interesting note...a multispectral scan revealed those energy discharges are not a natural ability. Her DNA has been modified. The flight and above-normal strength however, seem natural abilities." CLOC 's words were punctualted as Starfire dove down into the mass of Billy Numerouses and smashed it apart.
Before CLOC could continue, both their attentions were grabbed by an explosion and backwash of energy further down the block. Two women, one wearing a black leotard and dark purple cloak with a hood, and another with pink hair styled in a horned fashion, wearing a purple and black striped outfit with go-go boots, fought one another. They seemed to be evenly matched, the one with the pink hair throwing off massive amounts of pinkish energy at the other girl, which was blocked by shields of black energy.
"Dark energy..." CLOC remarked.
"What?"
"That young woman, the one in the cloak, her energy output is quite high, and of a type unknown to me. It does bear a similarity to magical waveform patterns I am familiar with. A preliminary analysis would indicate she is the most powerful combatant. In relation to your own power levels...I would have to do a closer and more in-depth analysis."
"That will have to wait," the man said, rising to his feet. In the distance, one of the energy blasts fired by the pink-haired girl was deflected and struck a nearby building, destroying the entire top floor and exposing open offices to the street. The fact that the building was deserted did not change what needed to be done.
"This has gone on long enough..."
"Sir, are you sure this is wise? Given youe level of power, stopping this altercation is child's play. But you may be seen as a larger threat."
"That's a risk I'll just have to take. Stay here." the man said, before falling backwards off the roof of the skyscraper. His clothes ruffled in the wind. He wore a royal blue jacket over a black t-shirt and cargo pants, and wore black boots. He closed his eyes as he brought the power foward. He had always thought of it in terms of...becoming. Shifting from a...diminished state to something far more advanced.
He was now ten stories from the ground. The world seemed to hum for a moment, an electric harmonic sounding, and then his descent was halted, and he was away in a flash of golden light and electricity.
Everyone, Titan and HIVE member alike stopped for a microsecond as a low humming sounded in the distance, accompanied by the briefest flashes of light. Then they continued.
Mammoth pulled a light pole out of the ground, wires sparking, and hit Cyborg across the chest, slamming him into a far wall. Cyborg looked at his chest. His internal systems had been breached. That last hit had compromised his primary armor. He had to end this fast. He tried to get up, but the situation was worse than he realized. He registered a power dispersion effect. Soon his secondary systems would shut down, then primary systems were next.
Mammoth dropped the light pole and lifted a nearby minivan. His strength was enough that lifting a two and a half ton vehicle required little effort. He lifted it over hs head and slowly approached Cyborg, whose motor functions were quickly slipping away.
A slow grin spread over Mammoth's face, showing his enlarged canines. "Looks like this is it...tin man. The scrapheap is your next stop."
Cyborg looked around. Everyone was engaged. Starfire was trapped under a dogpile of several dozen Billy Numerouses, Beast Boy was in gorilla form, carving through several HIVE troopers and bots. Raven and Jinx were going at it something fierce up high, and Robin was dodging Gizmo's micro missiles and tossing concussion disks all the while.
"No backup, hero." Mammoth closed in.
There was a blur of movement, and there was a loud CRUNCH as the minivan was dropped, it's frame denting and the windshield breaking. That got everyone's attention.
Cyborg looked up as Mammoth was in the air, at least thirty feet off the ground, held tightly by the throat. His arms were flailing madly, striking at the person holding him in an iron grip, but to no effect. The man holding him looked to be about Cyborg's age, although there seemed something older about him. Maybe the way he carried himself. He was blonde, with mid-length hair that stopped at his neck. He wore a yellow or gold uniform, with dark blue boots. His collar and cape were also dark blue, as were his gloves. But it was the belt that drew the eye. It was designed similarly to a wrestler's championship belt, but with no decoration save a gleaming S cut sharply into the dark blue material. Something in Cyborg wanted to make a mental association with Superman, for some reason, but could not. Whoever this was, it wasn't him.
The man's eyes were a gleaming gold color. No pupil or white of the eye could be seen. Everyone stopped, looking at this new development. Mammoth was the strongest to come out of HIVE Academy, with strength comparable to Starfire's. But that didn't seem to do much against this newcomer, a late addition to the party.
It was Gizmo's sqeaking and grating voice which ended the quiet. "An S? Who are you, scuzz-muncher? Some kind of Superman rip-off?"
A quick blur of motion, and Mammoth was flying. The stranger had tossed him away and down the street. He finally stopped, two blocks away, when he struck an armored car. Even then, the entire side of the car caved in and tipped over on it's side. It's alarm blared for a moment, before sputtering out and going silent.
"I am no Superman." he said, touching down. He grabbed Cyborg and pulled him to his feet. He looked at the breach. "You are damaged," he said casually, as if stating a fact.
"Yeah..."
"You are losing power. I can feel it, bleeding away." He placed his hand in the breach.
"Hey, what are you-" Robin was cut off as the hand the stranger placed in Cyborg's chest glowed and pulsed. Cyborg jerked around for a moment, the normal blue glow of his circuitry momentarily replaced by a golden surge of power. He then stood on his own, and the stranger took his hand out. "You still need to be repaired. My energy will only last for several hours before it dissapates in you." Again, he stated this as fact.
"Okay." Cyborg felt strange. This energy was...different. Normally, when he was powered up and functioning, he could feel the consistent energy drain of his systems on his power cells. It was minute, but constant. With this, that was gone. The energy felt constant. He felt as strong now as he did .47 microseconds ago. There was no weakness...at all.
There was a loud THRUM and a sonic vibration. Gizmo's backpack had assembled an antitank missile launcher and fired it at them. Cyborg leapt out of the way, but the stranger just stood there. At the last second, he moved slightly to the side and caught the missile with one hand. A three foot missile. The engine slowly died out and the missile went dead, it's fuel depleted. He looked at it for a moment, and then dropped it. It CLANGED on the ground loudly.
"What the hell...?" Gizmo said. The missile had been firing on all four cylinders, and was fast enough to go Mach 2 in .125 seconds. But this guy not only caught it, but was strong enough to resist the missile until it ran out of fuel. "What the hell are you?!" he barked.
"Does it really matter?"
The quiet was again broken by the rapid sound of a laser cannon firing. Gizmo had assembled another weapon and was firing for all he was worth. The stranger walked foward, not even fazed. Gizmo continued firing, even as he was picked up. It finally stopped when the stranger ripped the backpack off of him and crumpled it like a paper ball in his hands. Gizmo looked at his smashed pack in shock.
Jinx was next. she broke away from Raven, who decided to watch how the stranger would deal with this. He was...quite handsome, toeing the line between nondescript and striking nicely. Jinx ran foward, tossing hex bolts full force, a look of determination on her face. They impacted on the stranger and were somehow...deconstructed. They went from pink beams of force to wisps of energy that slowly faded as they struck him. She continued firing, until the stranger palmed her head and sharply pushed her back several feet, leaving her skidding on the pavement, her pride quite wounded. Somehow...that was worse.
At this point, Mammoth, who had regained consciousness, ran back up to his teammates, who assumed a defensive formation. Billy Numerous had dispersed his clones and assumed an exxagerated fighting stance.
"What-what do you want?" his accent twanged in the air.
"Get out."
"Excuse me?' Jinx said angrily. Her pride reasserted itself. "Whose gonna make us? You? A few lucky shots. A defective missile." She didn't sound so sure about her excuses.
The stranger turned around. "Don't turn your back on me!' Jinx barked.
He kept moving. He stopped at the minivan Mammoth had used earlier. He bent down and picked it up, eventually holding it vertically by the front bumper. With one hand.
"Whoa..." Beast Boy breathed. The stranger slightly dipped the hand holding the car by the bumper, and then with one smooth, sharp upward motion, threw the minivan straight up.
Fifty feet.
Two hundred feet.
One thousand feet.
After this, it faded from view, and did not come back down.
"Whatever you came here for, consider your mission a failure. If you come at me again, you're going up after it."
Every one of them slightly disengaged themselves, trying to keep their dignity and back away at the same time. "We have another engagement..." Jinx said, trying to keep a smooth face. Slowly, the HIVE troopers and bots made themselves scarce, and the four HIVE Academy members soon dissappeared around a corner.
The Titans slowly lowered themselved to the ground, or got up and brushed themselves off. Robin and Raven watched him warily, preparing to move if he attacked them. Starfire had an expression alternating between happiness and caution. Cyborg seemed to be lost in thought. Beast Boy had a look of awe on his face.
Everyone stepped back a moment as the humming sound from before reappeared. The stranger's uniform shifted into the blue jacket and black shirt and pants again in a flash of light. His eyes lost their constant glow to be replaced by eyes with golden pupils.
"Hmmm. After all this time, you can't forget. Just like riding a bike."
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Robin asked.
"Just a concerned bystander. I'm new to this area, but I'd hate to see it destroyed. This seems like a nice city by the bay. I was on the fence, but I think I'll stay for a while."
"That doesn't answer anything!" Beast Boy sputtered. You- and the car-still not coming down!"
"It's probably in orbit." the man shrugged his shoulders, as if that didn't mean anything.
"You threw a land vehicle into orbit with one hand! Never in all my travels have I ever met someone who could perform feats of such strength!" Star seemed quite happy.
"I'm glad I could make your day, but you should get your friend some help." he gestured to Cyborg. "My energy won't last forever." He turned and began walking away.
"Wait!" Beast Boy called. "You really came through for us, and we don't even know your name."
The man smiled wistfully. "I was known as the Sentry, but that was a long time ago." He turned the corner and disappeared as quickly as he had come.
Please review, and I may not be able to update until after Spring Break, as I'll be away from my computer. Please be honest, and if there's something you don't understand, say it and I'll try to clarify it in future chapters. This is my first Teen Titans fanfiction, but I have some...interesting ideas for the direction of this story.