Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the original plotline, as they belong to DC Comics and Marvel Studios respectively. Nor do I own the OCs in this piece, although the story wouldn't be the same without them. I do own this parody version, which is OC driven, and copies of all the movies.
The Guardians Saga
Arc One: An Assassin With a Silver Soul
Issue #1: Born From the Desert
Cairo, Egypt
The desert sun beat down on the golden sand, the heat making the sight waver and shimmer in the light, as though it wasn't even there. Four people stood, as distant and unclear as a mirage, silhouetted against the orange sun.
"Why do you have to leave, Daddy?" a small voice whined. It belonged to a young boy cradled in the arms of a handsome man. The boy had unruly dark hair, and cheerfully bright, gold-flecked brown eyes. His skin was fair, the first hint that he wasn't native to the land he stood on. The man holding the boy resembled him greatly, but his eyes were a different story. While brown, they lacked the cheer and sparkle that glistened in the boy's. The man smiled down at the child, bouncing the five year old up and down, earning an elated giggle for his troubles.
"It's my job, Vince," he reminded the boy as he lowered the child to the ground. Vince pouted, jumping up and down in an attempt to picked back up. The man shook his head, continuing softly, "Uncle Peter's and your mother's too."
As though he was looking for a rebuttal, Vince whipped around, looking expectantly at a beautiful young woman. She was dressed, like the others, in tight clothes reminiscent of ancient ninjas. She looked down at the boy, who was dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt, so different from those surrounding him, as she pulled a skintight cowl over her dark hair. "I'm sorry, my little falcon," she said, smiling sadly. "I have to go too."
"But Mommy!" Vince stared up at her, impossibly wide eyes filling with tears. Before they could spill over, he was swept up into the arms of the ninja behind him. Almost instantly, his shirt was rolled up and the ninja was blowing raspberries on the child's belly, much to Vince's delight. "Uncle Peter! "
"Peter," Vince's father began, smiling at his twin brother. Peter returned the smile, before pressing a kiss to the boy's head. Vince giggled at him, reaching up to pull on his Uncle's hair. His father gave him a disapproving look, starting to reprimand, "Vin-"
"Don't worry, Vincent," Peter assured the boy, grinning stupidly as his nephew tugged on his hair. "Your parents and I will be back before you know it."
"Really?" Vince asked, large eyes filled with sparkling tears staring up at his uncle. Peter nodded slowly, watching his baby nephew carefully.
"Really. And until we do, you can spend time with Henri." Immediately the tears vanished from the boy's eyes, replaced with a sparkle of excitement.
"Henri? Where's Uncle Henri?" Vince asked, squirming around in Peter's arms in an attempt to find his other uncle. Peter spun them around, pointing out an approaching figure. The figure was an older man, on his forties at the least. His face was lined, his stubble streaked with grey. As he drew closer, a kind smile crinkled his features. Vince grinned at him, waving maniacally: "UNCLE HENRI!"
"Ahlan my child," Henri greeted, taking the boy from Peter. Vince immediately began rubbing his beard, which the older man ignored, his features morphing his gentle smile to a look of concern. He spoke slowly, as though choosing his words carefully, "Gloria, are you sure you feel comfortable with this? I am sure-"
"Not entirely," the woman admitted, cutting the man off with a knowing look. "But this is the work we've chosen."
It is dangerous work, especially for a mother." Gloria smiled at him, before placing a hand on her husband's shoulder.
"It is the work Ra's has trained us for, Henri. The work you've trained us for."
"What if it isn't enough?" Henri asked, worry and frustration coloring his words.
"Then that is on us," Vince's father stated, moving to press a kiss to his son's head. Henri watched him sadly.
"Richard…"
"We'll be fine, Henri." With those final words, the three took off into the sky, leaving Vincent and Henri in the sand. Henri turned his gaze to the boy, his expression seemingly thoughtful, even as it hid a harder edge.
"Tell me, Vincent. Have you heard of the falcon god Horus?" Vince looked up at him, wide eyed and confused. Noticing this, Henri began a shortened version of the tale. "Horus was the son of Osiris and Isis, the rulers of this land. They were loved by all for their caring and peace-keeping ways. However, there was one who didn't love them. Osiris's brother, Set, was jealous of Osiris, and wished to rule in his place. In order to do so, Set murdered his brother. The death of Osiris warped the falcon child Horus into the God he was destined to be."
The tale was concise, and lacked the usual grandeur of the myths he had been told, but Vince listened in rapture. After all, the boy loved stories. After he spent a moment seemingly contemplating the tale, Vince spoke very seriously, "Uncle Henri, is Horus protecting my Mommy and Daddy?"
"Henri chuckled slightly, smiling at the child. "Perhaps he is, my child. Perhaps he-"
The man's next words were drowned out by a loud exploding sound. Vince turned his head, seeing smoke billow in the distant desert. "Uncle Henri?" he began, turning back to his uncle in confusion. Henri wore a horrified expression, eyes comically wide despite the bright desert light.
"No…" He choked out, attempting to turn the boy's curious gaze away from the sight. Henri watched the smoke, noticing something part from it and make a bee-line towards them. Henri quickly lowered Vince to the ground, preparing himself for whatever fight could come. He was surprised, however, as Peter crash landed a few meters in front of them, on his hands and knees, coughing violently. Peter ripped off his mask and cowl, struggling not to take heaving breaths. It felt as though he couldn't get enough air in his lungs. His entire body felt like it was on fire, burning slowly to kill him with as much agony as possible. Peter blinked, trying to keep the tears from spilling out and drowning him, for he feared they would. He lifted his head, looking at the struck faces of Henri and Vincent. Vince walked towards him, staring at his ash coated Uncle with a somehow knowing fear.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" His voice was small, and broke Peter's heart to hear. How was he supposed to tell him? How do you tell a child, barely even five, that his parents were dead? How would the boy react? How was he even supposed to react?
Peter looked away from his nephew, the tears finally sliding down his face, leaving clean streaks through the ash. Vince watched him, understanding all too quickly what had happened. He launched himself at Peter, sobbing into his Uncle's shoulder. Peter wrapped his arms around the tiny body, offering what comfort he could as he himself cried.
Henri watched the two, features contorted in sadness. Had the two spared a glance at him, they would have seen his eyes, glinting with an emotion far from sadness.
13 Years Later
Bludhaven, NJ
"Do you have everything you need for classes today?" Peter asked, worry etched onto his face. His hair had grayed in the years that had passed his face aged as well. He was speaking to an eighteen year old boy, whose shaggy brown hair was concealing his face from the elder man's gaze. The boy looked over at him, pushing his hair out of his face with a calloused hand, revealing rounded features and deep brown eyes.
"Yeah, I got it," he replied, nodding once.
"Remember, you're driving the two to their school in Marvin's truck, to-"
"I know, Uncle."
"And remember: Gotham is a dangerous place. Don't-"
"Draw attention. I know." The boy offered a smile, shouldering a black backpack. Seeing his Uncle's worried expression, he placed a hand on the elder man's shoulder, "I'll be fine. You've already seen to that."
Peter smiled at him, commenting warmly, "Everyday you grow more like your father, Vincent."
"I try," Vince replied, biting back the urge to point out that he wasn't nearly as good of a man as his father was. With a quick nod, Vince turned from his Uncle and began to make his way out of the door, pausing only when Peter called after him.
"Be careful!"
"I will," Vince promised, pausing by the door before walking out. He made his way out of the small house, cocking an eyebrow at the two teens leaning against a dark green pickup truck. The girl grinned at him, running a hand nervously through her choppy black hair. The boy next to her frowned, tugging on his beanie in order to hid his hair. Vince offered them a tired smile, commenting, "Loudmouth. Ginger. Surprised you two got up."
"Look who's talking," the girl replied, glaring at Vince as he got in the truck. She climbed in the passenger's side, being forced into the jump seat by the boy. "And I'm not a loudmouth. You are, however, a whore. And Marvin…well, he is a ginger."
"Gee, thanks sis," the boy drawled, shooting her an annoyed look. Vince just threw her an indignant look, brown eyes sparkling mischievously.
"Wendy, you of all people should know this by now. I am not a whore." Vince paused, backing out of the driveway with a small smirk. "I just like to do it."
"But seriously," Wendy said, ignoring Marvin's chuckles. "You're never up early, and never in this good of a mood when you are."
"This is a good mood?" Marvin asked, as raising an eyebrow to the point where it disappeared under his beanie.
"I have a class at seven," Vince explained, frowning slightly. "And it takes awhile to get into Gotham, 'cause of all that bullshit nonstop traffic."
"And there was no way you could get your bike?" Vince shot Marvin a look, which received a giggle from Wendy.
"It's still in the shop, thanks to Rayner's inability to think."
"I find it hard to believe that Kyle would have purposely filled it with the wrong fuel," Wendy commented, smiling dreamily. Vince groaned loudly at her comment: trust Wendy to get a crush on his friend. "He's so nice."
"He's a real prick once you get to know him."
"That doesn't-"
"Wendy. Marvin. Shut up," Vince ordered, gritting his teeth as Wendy's volume rose. It was too early for her constant questions. After dropping the two off near their college, a surprisingly prestigious technical school, Vince made his way towards Gotham, putting an earwick in and dialing a number on his cell.
"Articulate," a tired voice told him, causing Vince to smirk.
"You're a prick," he replied smoothly.
"Nice to hear from you too, Olsen," the voice groaned. "At two in the fucking morning, no less."
"It's six, Kyle," Vince said cheekily, smiling.
"For you it is," Kyle grunted, his frown evident in his voice. "It's not for me."
"Poor baby."
"Is there a reason you called, or can I finally get some sleep?" Vince chuckled quietly, listening to his friend whine. For a few years he and his Uncle Peter had lived in California, only moving to Bludhaven after his high school graduation. While in Cali, Vince had befriended a shy artist, Kyle, who seemed to be the only person willing to keep in touch with him.
"It's my first day of classes, bro."
"Aw, do you need someone to hold your hand?"
"Do you need me to fly over there to punch you in the face?"
"Touchy," Kyle yawned. He paused before offering: "Hey. Maybe you'll meet the love of your life today, man."
"Oh, I'll meet her today, Rayner," Vince replied, smirking cockily. "And tomorrow and the next day and the day after that…."
"You are a satyriasis, my friend," Kyle said, disapproval lacing his words. "And that isn't a good thing."
"Sure it is," Vince laughed, noticing that he was almost at his University. "And I'll be sure to give you all the details, bro. You know, so you can better please Alex."
"Did you really just take a stab at my-" Vince ended the call quickly, realizing that Kyle was about to rant about the fact that he was the one with the girlfriend. He parked in the student parking lot, got out of the truck, grabbed his bag, and made his way out of the lot and onto the main campus.
The lecture hall he ended up in was a huge one, so naturally he sat in the back, hidden from most of the students. Vince wasn't planning on socializing, unless it was with a girl. Taking his laptop from his bag, he set it on the desk, opening it slowly. He quickly tapped on a program, smiling to himself as the words 'Note's Proxy' popped up alongside what looked like a blank Word document. The program, created by Wendy, was designed to record everything said in the room, typing it up in neat little notes. Later on, Vince could go through and edit stuff out, but he was saved the stress of taking notes in class.
"This seat free?" a silky voice inquired. Brown eyes turned to meet hazel, and for a moment Vince felt his heart stop. Before him stood a beautiful redheaded girl, one that was looking straight into his eyes. Vince was used to girls looking at him, hell he expected it, but for some reason this was different.
"Yeah, it is," Vince answered softly, smiling at her. She returned the smile and sat down, pulling her own laptop from her bag. Vince watched her silently, trying to memorize everything about her. She was slim but muscled, like an acrobat. Her hair had a soft curl in it towards the ends, and her voice… Her voice wasn't high or irritating. Instead it had a subtle husk to it, not a masculine husk, a seductive one. It was a voice that said 'I'm sexy and I know it, but if you try anything, I'll kick your ass.' And it was hot. That Vince had decided the second he heard it. The girl herself was hotter than hell, but he didn't think she'd approve of him saying so. And for some reason, that mattered to him.
"I haven't seen you around campus," the girl began, breaking the silence between them. She studied him carefully as he flashed her a smirk.
"It's a big campus."
"Smartass," she replied, grinning at him. He nodded in acknowledgement, before giving her an honest response.
"It's my first year here actually. I live in Bludhaven."
"You drive all the way here?" Vince nodded again, watching as the girl's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Wow. Hey, if you'd like, I can show you around Gotham. So you can get to know the city."
"Sounds like a plan. I'm Vince, by the way."
"I'm Barbara." The two exchanged smiles as the class began.
A Few Months Later
True to her word, Barbara had shown Vince around Gotham, and they had quickly become friends. She was funny, smart, beautiful, feisty; everything a girl should be. It was nice, a change for Vince, just to spend time with her, not to worry about where they'd end up. Of course, that didn't stop him from imagining it.
"God, she's gorgeous," Vince murmured to himself as he waited for the light to change. He had finally gotten his motorcycle back from the shop, and had been more than willing to return Marvin's truck to him. Vince was on his way into Gotham, planning to meet up with Barbara for a cup of coffee before class, but he was stopped at an intersection. He sighed quietly, wondering if Barbara would agree to an actual date with him. He hoped she would. Vince chuckled, shaking his head at the thought. "Fuck. I'm turning into such a wuss."
The light turned green, and he rode into the intersection. He was halfway through when a car raced into the intersection, clipping his back tire. The motorcycle spun towards the bike lane, tipping over as it did so. It skidded off the road, dragging Vince along with it. When he finally stopped moving, he let out a pained groan. His upper body was fine, it having been shielded by his leather jacket and helmet. His right leg, however, wasn't. While the radiators on the sides had prevented his leg from directly hitting the road for the most part, his leg was sliced open and pinned beneath the bike. He'd live, but fuck did it hurt.
Vince looked around and noticed a hooded figure getting out of a car and starting towards him. Vince tried to lift the bike off of his leg as the figure approached, but his angle was all wrong. He wouldn't be able to lift it without snapping his wrist. The hooded man seemed to notice that, and asked him, "You need help, kid?"
"Yeah, thanks," Vince groaned, shooting the man a thankful smile through his helmet. The hooded man walked behind him and knelt down. Vince waited, expecting for two hands to reach forward and lift the motorcycle, only to feel a sharp pain in his neck.
Then, everything went black.
I'm gonna blame my elder brother for this. He's mean and horrible and….the best big brother anyone could ask for. His real name isn't something I'm gonna reveal here, but I'll probably refer to him as Fal or Ace. Anyways, Fal pestered, whined and begged until I agreed to begin work on this project. And begin work I did.
After extensive research into characters, and extensive watching of Marvel movies, I decided on the cast of this "Saga". The cast primarily come from a now dead Young Justice RP site, with a few added in that were created by a close friend or myself. Now, obviously, this is a DC-Universe story that parodies Marvel's highly successful Iron Man movie, which starred Robert Downey Jr as the titular character. Our Tony Stark, however, is no genius, billionaire, philanthropist (he is a playboy). Nor is he Robert Downey Jr, instead his, erm, "play-by" will be revealed at the end of this arc.
This issue introduces us to the main characters: Vincent Thomas Olsen, Peter Benjamin Olsen, Wendy Harris, Marvin White, Kyle Rayner and (obviously) Barbara Gordon. Now for some facts about them which won't be talked about in depth in this arc:
Vince, Wendy, Marvin, Kyle and Barbara are all 18 years old.
Uncle Peter works at the Bludhaven Zoo and takes care of all the birds there.
Wendy and Marvin go to Bludhaven Tech, where Wendy double majors in Computer Engineering and Computer Science. Marvin majors in Mechanical Engineering.
Barbara and Vince go to Gotham University. Barbara is majoring in Computer Science, while Vince is studying Ornithology and Business.
Barbara and Vince met in their Freshman English Class.
Also (and this is directed towards Nox) this "saga" is written in arcs and issues. That's so it's in a similar vein to comic books, and because I felt like it. The arc's title is obviously because of the Poke-mania at my school, so do forgive me for any other cheesy titles that will come up. All I have to say is: my friends are fucking lunatics.
Now, before I get zapped by lightning, for those whose characters I'm using besides my brother's: be patient. We have to get through this shit first. And besides, you all know I love you guys, right?
Anyways, happy belated birthday bro. Sorry about the lateness and the ring!
Love your only sister: Aeria
Credits:
The Olsen Family—Fal
Everything Else: DC Comics and Marvel Studios