Welcome to my new story! The idea came to me yesterday, and I just had to write about it! The only characters that I own are Marvel and Intel. Oh, and for those who might wonder, this does not mean that I'm going to stop writing my other story. I'm going to try to write both of them at the same time. Hope you enjoy!

Marvels and Terrors: Chapter 1

"They're here,"

The voice cuts through my daydreams, which I find rather annoying. After all, they were pretty good daydreams. Better than crouching on the edge of this rooftop in New York City, watching as the people beneath me go around their routines. If only I could have one of their lives: simple, safe, and fun. At least until the Peacemakers take over this city, too.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my red cape blowing around in the violent wind. I don't turn to face the other factor in the conversation. I've known her for too long to have to look at her to recognize her.

"It's them, Marvel. They've found you."

I sigh, standing out of my crouching position. "Then we'll have to run."

"It's not that simple," My friend replies. "They're right above us, and below. Leaving us with one option."

Cursing, I clench one of my hands into a fist. "They thought this one out."

"Affirmative."

"So we either surrender-" I start.

"-Or we fight," She finishes. "I think I know what you're going to do."

For the first time in months, I crack a smile, which my mask conceals, fortunately. I can't afford to show too many emotions these days. "I take low, you take high?"

"We can work with that," My companion replies.

"Good," I say, turning to face her. "Who do they have down there?"

"Well," My friend starts. Her codename is Intel, and I've known her for eight years. She's an andrioid, though you can't tell from first glance. You never can with that type. Her black combat suit, which I always call a ninja costume, allows her to blend in with the shadows perfectly. The only thing that alows me to see where she is is her glowing green eyes. She may not look too amazing, but I've seen the kind of things she can do in battle. You do not want to cross her.

"If you go down there, you'll have to fight your way through four of them: The Captain, Soul Rider, Phantom Four, and The Hulk."

"The Hulk?" I ask. "Which one?"

"The white one," She answers grimly. "Think you can handle it?"

Adjusting my black gloves, I turn back to the streets below. "You know me, Intel. I can handle anything."

Before she can reply, an insanely loud scream breaks out, knocking me off my feet. Turning my head, I see a man, dressed in black armour with the occasional white symbol, floating above us. "The Inhuman." I breathe softly.

In the superhuman world, he's a legend. Even before his family was killed, and he took on their name, King Black Bolt was known as one of the most powerful men in the Universe. At first, he was a hero, to a certain extent. When he fought, it was on the side of good. After the Villain War, though, he changed. Instead of a costume, he began wearing armour. He no longer recognized mercy as an option. Eventually, he joined up with the rest of the Peacemakers, adding another enemy to my long list.

Intel doesn't take the time to ponder all that. In seconds, she's on her feet. "Marvel, run! I've got this!"

"You sure?" I ask, still not moving. "I know you're tough, but... The Inhuman? It'll be hard."

"Go!" She yells, her skin beginning to glow.

Nodding, I jump to my feet, and launch myself off of the rooftop. It's a risky gamble. Unlike most superheroes, I can't just jump off buildings and survive without a scratch. Not most of the time, anyway. So I'm counting on one thing: My enemies need me alive.

Halfway down, I start to think my plan won't work. If they were going to save me, they would have done it by now. Maybe they'll just let me die. I wouldn't mind too much if they did. If I'm not alive, they can't get information from me. Maybe they'll even give me a proper burial. I have been called a worthy enemy, after all.

Just before I hit the ground, though, something stops me. I feel a pair of arms holding me from underneath, as if they caught me, but I don't see anything. That can only mean one thing.

"Hello, Phantom Four," I greet casually. "Nice weather we're having, eh?"

"Cap says we need you alive, Marvel," Four replies coldly. She's invisible, like she always is. She hasn't been visible for three years, I've heard.

"I was counting on that," Quickly, I grab what must be one of her arms, and concentrate. As soon as I do, power surges into me, and I know exactly what to do.

My vision switches to infrared, allowing me to see my opponent. She's giving off a lot of heat, which I expected. After all, she must have flamed on in order to catch me. I take a deep breath, and suck all of her flames into my body, taking her flight powers for myself. Immediately, fire surrounds me, and I can feel the power it brings.

"What...?" She begins, startled and falling.

"Nice talking to you," I mock salute her, and jump out of her arms, flying downwards.

"MARVEL!" Phantom Four shouts, falling far faster than I had been before.

Chuckling, I watch as her impact makes a crater in the ground. Her strength will allow her to survive, but that must have hurt. Lowering myself down, I land without a sound, and extinguish my flames, turning off my infared vision as I do. Immediately, a motorcycle zooms up to me, and two people get off. Neither one looks happy to see me.

The first one, the one who had been driving the motorcycle, is the scariest by far. For starters, his face is a skeleton's, with flames running up it. His empty eye sockets seem to stare right into my soul, looking at all of my actions and judging me by them. They probably do, knowing his history. He wears a black business suit, which is not usual attire for one of his following. Have things really changed that much?

As intimidating as the first one is, I turn most of my attentions to the second one. I know from experience that he'll be the harder one to beat. He wears the costume that he's always worn: the blue mask with the "A" on his forehead; the colours of the flag over his stomach; heck, he's even still wearing the wings on his head. And he has the shield, of course. He's always had the shield.

"Captain," I greet the second man. "Long time no see. Then again, the last time I saw you, you were threatening to kill my family."

"Hard times call for hard choices," The Captain replies. "Turn yourself in, Marvel. I can assure you that you won't be hurt."

"Not very much, at least," The first one mutters. I can tell he didn't mean for me to hear him.

"Don't think I've met you before," I say to him. "I hear they call you Soul Rider? What happened to the Ghost?"

"The old mantle died with Blaze and Ketch,"Soul Rider replies. "It is the soul that reigns supreme now."

"Is that so?" I say, walking up and putting my hand on his shoulder. "Pity. I liked Blaze."

"Rider!" Cap shouts, reaching for us. "Look out!"

But he's too late. I've already activated my ability, and I feel my flame powers and infrared vision leaving. Immediately, they are replaced by something else. Something... Different.

I've used my ability on a lot of different people, so I should be used to it by now. And I would be, except it's effects are always different, depending on who I touch. And Soul Rider has some pretty weird stuff going on, so the effects are pretty screwed up for him.

At first, I feel nothing. No power, no physical changes, nothing. But then I look at the Rider, and everything changes. Instead of seeing him, I see his life. Everything he's ever done, ever said, ever even thought I'd doing. It's all right in front of my eyes. I pull back my head and laugh like a maniac. This must be how he feels. I'm turning his own trick back on him.

Quickly, I choose the worst of the memories, and there are a lot of them. All the things he's done with the Peacemakers, everything he did to get where he is, he's ashamed of it all. And I use that. I take it and shove it into the front of his mind, where he can't escape it. I use his Penance Stare, and it feels good. Time for the doctor to taste his own medicine.

Immediately, he falls to his knees, unable to handle it all. Whoever this Soul Rider is, he couldn't hold a candle to Blaze or Ketch. Still, he is a Rider, and he might have a way out of his own trick, so I take his head and slam it against the pavement, knocking him unconscious.

Now it's only me and The Captain. He approaches me carefully, his fists raised. He looks angry, but also slightly impressed. We haven't seen each other in years, and he's used to me only being able to use my ability once every few hours. Obviously, that's no longer the case.

Still, I do have a slight headache. Usually I can use my ability at least five times before it begins to wear me down, but Soul Rider's effect really tired me out. Me and the mystical realm don't get along very well. I don't think I have enough power to use the Penance Stare again, even if it is my only way out of this.

"You look a little tired, Marvel," The Captain says, throwing a few short jabs at me to test my reflexes. I barely manage to dodge them all. "Was taking the Rider down to much for you?"

"As if," I reply with false bravado, trying to figure out a way to grab him. "I've improved over the years, you know."

"I'm sure you have," He says calmly. "I remember when you used to depend on a broken beer bottle to fight."

"And I remember when you used to care about doing the right thing," I counter.

"Touché," He replies, throwing his shield at me.

He's clever, but I know the move. He wants me to jump for the shield, so he can tackle me while I do. Instead, I just reach out my hand and grab it. Luckily for me, he doesn't realize what I've done, and tries to tackle me anyway. Dodging out of the way, I bring the shield down into his back, push him backwards, and shove it into his face. With a groan, his eyes slide closed. Another one down.

Straightening up, I turn away from him, reveling in my victory. "Shouldn't have taught me that move, Cap."

"It doesn't matter now. You still lost."

Before I could react to the strange voice, a giant white fist came down on me, knocking me deep into the ground. Groaning, I looked up, into a colossal red eye.

"The... Hulk..." The words stay on my tongue as I slip into unconsciousness.

For those who don't know, my name is Marvel, and I am in deep trouble. Welcome to my world.

There you have it! Have you figured out Marvel's power yet? If you think you have, tell me! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Oh, and if it isn't too much of a pain, could you please review? It would mean a lot. Thanks!