A/N: This is my first fanfic, so constructive reviews would be really appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or Warhammer, Although I wish I did.
Spider man swung through New York, enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing against his face.
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes. Ordinarily, Peter would assume that this was one of his enemys, like the Green Goblin or Venom. However, these hands were familiar: they belonged to his girlfriend, Captain Marvel.
"Well, hello webhead. Miss me?" Captain Marvel, aka Carol Danvers, asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist and took off into the sky. When they reached the lower atmosphere, Carol lifted up Peters mask, up to his nose, and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
To Peter, he could stay in this moment forever. He loved being with Carol. Everything about her, from the way she smiled to the way she farted, he loved.
And to Carol, the feelings were the exact same.
They reluctantly pulled apart, as Peter needed air. They hung there in the sky, gazing into each others eyes.
Suddenly, Peters spider sense tingled, and he looked up, to see a hole rip open above him. Carol grabbed Peter and pulled him back to Earth. They touched down onto the roof of a high rise, and looked up at the hole in the sky.
18 figures dropped out of the hole, and began to fall to the ground. Carol sped towards them, with Peter on her shoulders.
Peter webbed one of the shapes, and almost had his arm pulled out of his socket. It felt like they weighed more than the Earth itself. Carol flew under one, of them hoping to catch it. It smacked into her, almost causing her to plummet to the ground. She had to let it go.
The 18 figures crashed into the ground. luckily, they crashed into an empty square.
Carol pulled out her i.d card.
"Avengers, we have a situation in New York. 18 figures have fell through space and crash landed here. We're gonna need some assistance."
"Roger that Captain, we are on our way." Said Captain America.
Carol then landed next to the bodies, allowing Peter to hop off.
Peter approached the bodies. 17 of them wore some kind of armour, whilst one of them looked to be some kind of giant machine. They were all in different colours, one green, one dark blue, one red and gold, one white and blue, one silver.
Suddenly, the one wearing red and gold armour stirred. He stood up, and looked around. He then locked eyes with Carol. To her and Peters suprise, He held out his hand towards them.
"Azhek Ahriman, of the fifteenth legion, ar your service."
Bewildered, Carol shook his hand.
"Captain Marvel."
"I inderstand your confusion, Carol. Not many people meet an astartes."
"How did you know my nam..."
"I am a psyker. I can use the energies of the warp, and it grants me...certain abilities."
At that moment, the rest of the Avengers arrived. And they looked just as confused as Carol and Peter were.
" I'm gonna take a guess, and say that your confused about the space man over there?" Peter asked the others.
They all gave him a look, DUH!
"Carol? Who is this?" said Iron Man
"I have just said, my name is Azhek Ahriman, Tony."
Tony had an expression of utter bemusement on his face, but then came a welcome interuption.
Another one of the so-called Astartes had woken up. He was wearing bright yellow armour, and at his belt hung a long, fearsome-looking black blade.
However, he was looking very shocked, and drew his blade. He pointed it straight at Spider-Woman, aka Jessica Drew.
"You! What planet is this?" He shouted.
"You know, Sigismund, there are nicer ways of asking such a question. But, as my, refined, kinsman said, what planet are we upon?" asked Azhek.
"You're on Earth." a voice behind the avengers said. It belonged to Nick Fury, director of SHIELD. " And where exactly are you from?"
"Oh, we are from many planets. I am from Prospero, Sigismund here is from Inwit." Replied Azhek.
Suddenly, another one of them rose. He woke differently to the others, as he shot up, screaming. He wore white armour, with blue shoulder pads. Attatched to his back was a fearsome looking axe, with serrated teeth.
Azhek backed up very fast, so fast it made the Avengers uneasy.
"Easy there, Khârn." Sigismund said, as he approached him, after sheathing his sword, and held out his hands."It's ok. We are all here. You just need to calm down."
Khârn nodded, and his breathing seemed to slow.
Azhek turned to the Avengers.
"Do you have anywhere we could remove our armour, and has access to vox equipment?" asked Azhek.
"Well, I suppose you could come back to the Mansion."
"Great!" said Azhek enthusiasticaly."We will grab our comrades, and follow you there."
