Injections, Chapter One: The Beginning
Two black combat boots met gravel and tucked into a roll, then kept running. The sound of evil laughter and insane taunting fluttered through the air, constantly chasing the person in the black combat boots. The night was a deep dark blue, with a cloud hovering over the shinning full silver moon. No other sounds except the laughter and taunts met their ears as they ran, trying their hardest to get away- get away from the place they grew up in.
"You're nothing, nothing but a little mutant who wants to prove herself worth something." Taunted the voice. The person shook their head of wavy red hair, trying to get the voice out of it. "No…" she mumbled, taking a sharp right turn and meeting up with another pair of combat boots. Both kept running, side-by-side. The voice taunted them both now, and finally they had enough. With a sudden joining of hands and will power, they were gone.
-Approximately 8,984 Years Later-
"I'm serious Stark, the data here doesn't match the years!" Bruce Banner exclaimed, flipping through a thick packet of papers.
"I know, I know. It just doesn't make any sense..." Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, trailed off. He stroked his chin in thought. Slowly, he re-read the packet and did the math in his head. It just didn't add up like it was supposed to. "I need to figure out how I've managed to do that little destruction over the time that I've been Iron Man..." he mumbled. Deciding to take a break, he proposed they get a drink. As they talked, neither noticed the elevator ringing until Pepper stood next to them with two teenaged girls.
"Tony, these two wanted to see you. They made an appointment and say it's very important." Tony nodded and she left the four alone. Both girls shook his hand.
"Hi, Tony Stark. Our names are Aries and Luna."
"Hi, what's so important? We're kind of in the middle of something important."
"I think the data of your destruction over the years can wait." The one that introduced herself as Luna said. Aries looked him in the eye and seriously told him something he wasn't wanting to hear mere months after the Mandarin disaster.
"We fear the Earth maybe in astral trouble."
That's the prologue for the story inspired by a role play my friend and I have been doing for a while. The story will be a shorter version of our roleplay. Reviews are appreciated. :)