Disclaimer: ok … I DON'T own *Draws deep breath* Spider-Man, Nick fury, Ghost rider, Deadpool, the x-men, the fantastic four, the incredible hulk, Iron man, the avengers, and any affiliated enemies thereof. However, I DO own Project 51/Sabre/the Upgrade initiative/It/Nero, all of which I anticipate being used to describe my OC. But, we all knew that anyway, really …

This might have gone better in the X men or Fantastic 4 categories, I don't know, we'll see how it pans out, but since it involves (or will do eventually) almost all the Marvel characters I know, I put it here. Also, for sake of reference, the X men I'm using are from the old cartoon version, where jubilee was basically in the same sort of mascot position to Logan as rouge is in the films. There, I think that's about it for a disclaimer, so enjoy J

"Are you sure the weapon is ready?"

As always, Madame Hydra's voice was clipped and sharp, her manner direct. She never was one for small talk. Next to her, her head geneticist cowered slightly as he jogged to keep up with the green clad dominatrix's brisk stride.

"Y … Yes Ma'am … we put him … I mean, it, through the battle simulators this morning. The results were … … incredible…"

Hydra glared down at him, her gaze piercing even through the impenetrable mask "He better be Anthony … " she hissed, using his first name, something she only did when she was in a bad mood. "for your sake … he better be … "

The scientist swallowed hard "I promise Madame Hydra, you will not be disappointed … "

"Good…" she hissed, reaching for the security panel for the labs. "You know I hate being disappointed …"

Anthony nods "Yes Ma'am … I know…"

Hydra enters the lab. A massive, circular pit-arena sat in the lab's centre, bullet proof glass windows allowing onlookers to view the sand covered floor below. The pit had but a single occupant. A boy in his late teens, with black hair that fell about his shoulders and covered one eye, slick and greasy. His clothes were leather, black, hugging tight against his heavy muscles.

Hydra however wasn't one to be impressed by mere appearances "What can he do?"

"Anything, ma'am…" was the prompt reply. "watch…"

Anthony nods to a scientist, who flicks a switch, releasing flying drones. The figure looked up at them, pulling aside his fringe, red laser shooting from his eyes, shooting them down. Another switch is pressed, and a giant battle robot lumbers out. A Sentinel mark 1. The mutant boy's skin turns to steel, eyes and all. He darted forward, super-fast, his strength smashing through the titanium titan like it was tinfoil.

"Hmmm … impressive … " Hydra mused.

The boy looked up at the scientists, then with a quiet 'bamf', he vanished.

Hydra "What happened? Where did it go?"

Anthony looks to her "To fulfil his primary programming, Madame Hydra …"

Hydra, sternly. "Which is? Do not test my patience with riddles…"

Anthony considers his answer a moment. It wouldn't do to anger his boss.

"Project 51 was designed … to kill Nick Fury … "

Hydra pulled off her helmet, her acid green hair falling about her shoulders. She was smiling a dark, disturbing smile. Terrifying, yet undeniably beautiful.

"Excellent…"