(Authors' note: I've only watched the film, not the series, of the Untouchables. This story will be told in First Person, switching back between the Point of Views of Elliot Ness and Cyclops, the elader of the Noir X-Men. I'm going to use the film versions of Ness and Stone, though the other two of the crew, as well as some of the minor villians, may either be customized to fit the reality, or OCs in general. So, don't be scared off if the characters/story doesn't follow the "Untouchables" formula or Character archetypes. This is the Marvel Noir Universe, so things may be different here. Also, for those who have not seen the film, this story takes place directly after the film, so there may be slight spoilers. Heed this warning before you read. Thanks.)

(Original Comic Cover: Depicts Elliot Ness walking in a rain-lit city street with an illusion of Capone above the scene in a nod to The Amazing Spider-Man, the title and prices above Capone's head.)

(Marvel Variant Cover: Depicts the X-Men mark on the neck of an unidentified body, a gun hovering inches away, with the Title and prices appearing above the scene.)

(Chapter One: 'The Mark Shaped Like an X")

(Narrator: Elliot Ness)

1932...the depths of the Depression...

5:00 P.M. Standard time.

Me and Stone, a partner of mine, are relaxing after we handled the Capone case.

I've been reading the newspapers.

"Ness Catches Capone," "Untouchables come out on Top!"

Fitting name for a squad like us.

The only ones who haven't been corrupted by greed and bribery, and crap like that.

Got contacted by the FBI, they made us an official unit.

Not bad, I guess.

Also been hearing strange rumors, courtesy of Stone...

A man who made some high-tech armor, A man jumping around like a spider catching crooks, Some killer attacking Korean outposts, A bootlegger with claws, a cop whose body's like iron...This world's going to hell.

At that moment, she enters the room.

Her white dress and hat, complete with miniature lotus blossom, hides her face.

She sits down on the chair in front of my desk and plops down a paper, and some golden evelope.

"Mister Ness." She says. "I've heard that you're one of the only honest cops in this town, correct?"

Her accent's shady.

She's tryin' to be British, but I hear South Side in her lips.

But, I'll bite.

"Yeah." Ness replies. "Who wants to know?"

"My name is Marlow Hanson." She says. "I am here on business with my father and his associates. However, there is a man of influence in this area...Calls himself 'Al Cap On,' or something."

I take it back.

Everybody in Chicago knows Al Capone.

If she hasn't even heard of him, she's definitely an out-of-towner.

"Al Capone." Ness replies. "What about him?"

"Him and my father recently met for a business transaction and...well, Father hasn't returned for over three days..." She says.

He probably got whacked.

Capone had a tendency of...offing businessmen who didn't...play by his rules.

But, Capone's in jail...

Who would want to deal with a mob boss with no money?

"So, what do you want me to do?" Ness asks.

At that moment, one of my men rushes in.

He's a rookie, probably won't last the week.

"S-Sir! We got a body in front of the station!"

This is serious!

Myself and the woman bolt out of my office as the office door slams with a "THUD," leaving Stone behind.

We make our way over to the front of station.

There, dead, lies a man in a suit.

He's kinda plump, face down.

His body's a mangled mess.

A hole in his chest the size of a fist, and bullet holes across his neck.

I know one thing right off the bat: This wasn't Capone's M.O.

He's the discreet type, likes to kill secretly, and never got his own hands dirty.

He doesn't announce himself on a scale this public, even when sending a "message."

This was somebody else's handiwork.

The woman who entered my office must know him, for she sinks to her knees, her face in shock.

"Daddy!" She yells. 'Daddy!"

Who could've done this?

A new mob boss who took Capone's place?

Or someone after me, or my family?

"Hey, boss!" The rookie says. "Take a look at this!"

He points to the man's neck.

I kneel and squint.

I cannot believe what I see.

A Mark...shaped like an X.

The X-Men.

I've heard of them.

They seem like your basic hoods at first, suits, tommy guns, hatred of society...

But they have a tendency to beat impossible odds...

...And to perform impossible tasks...Almost as if they have friends from above.

Well, if they have guardian angels, I'll clip their wings.

Looks like another case for the Untouchables.

I hope Stone's got that good luck charm I gave him and lot of bullets handy...He'll be needing both.