Chapter 2

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But seriously, thanks to you guys and the other people who've came to this story from Golden Age: Spider-Man. I know a lot of people just said "Man, fuck that noise." But you guys are still along for the ride, and I appreciate it.

I also want to state that this story got waaaaaay more intense than I had originally planned. My original plan was for just Lance to release the Oz (which wasn't originally called Oz, but I'm glad it is) and Spider-Man and the X-Men stop him. Oh, and the new character I'm introducing that will melt your face once I've revealed them at the end. That's still coming by the way.

The idea with the satellites, I hadn't even thought of until I actually started writing the chapter. And the whole thing with Lance wanting to take over America was new too. It was probably gonna be an average event.

But then I read the Winter Protocol arc on Supreme Avengers by CaioOP1985...And goddamn. I had to pass him up. He probably won't even read this, but I've gotta kill it. Once I read that story, I knew I had to step my game up. Unleash the monster. And this is what happens. The moral of the story is, don't write perfect fan fiction, or I'll try to top it.

And I like to break a lot of shit.


Marshall woke up and coughed.

One thing was for sure, he never wanted to do that again.

The falling satellites had caused the whole hospital to fall. The entire building had fallen over, and now Marshall was lost in a pool of rubble and rocks.

"Mom?" Marshall whispered, then yelled out. "Mom?!"

That's right, he was visiting his mom in the hospital. She had broken...damn it, he couldn't remember. But his dad had hit her. That's what he could remember.

Is it sad that I'm hoping he died in all this?

Marshall saw that he was actually lying on the left wall, with pieces of the right wall fallen over him. The bed was right where it was supposed to be, unmoved somehow. His mom was probably still up there. He would just have to climb up the rocks.

Marshall reached out with his right hand. And stopped.

What...what the hell?

His hand...he couldn't see his hand extending in front of him.

Oh God...oh God, please don't...

He looked down at his right arm. And nothing was there. Just a bloody hole with a piece of bone sticking out.

Marshall screamed.

No, he thought after composing himself. No, I can't stop. I have to make sure Mom is okay.

The good news is he didn't feel any pain. Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

Maybe he was going into shock.

But that didn't matter now. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed a rock and pulled himself up. And then another. And then another. He continued to pull himself up until he was right next to his mother's bedside.

"Mom?" He asked, making sure to hide his right arm, or lack thereof. "Mom, are you okay?"

She didn't respond. Marshall felt her pulse.

No.

He started giving her CPR with his one hand.

No.

Nothing.

For half an hour, he sat there giving her every form of CPR he knew of. Still nothing.

Please...NO!

Marshall screamed again. Louder.


Kim Gray slowly started to wake up. She could hear humming. Upon careful examination, she realized it was Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy.

"Where...am I?" she asked to whoever was humming.

"Jeez, thank God you're awake, kid," a voice said.

Kim sat up in what she realized was a bed. She looked to her left and saw Daredevil sitting in a chair by her side, reading...a comic book?

"What this?" Daredevil asked, apparently following her eye. "Yeah, the DC You has been a success as far as I can tell. A real needed breathe of fresh air. Although, I'm still not a fan of Jim Gordon as Batman."

"...what?" Kim asked.

"Well, I guess it's less that it's Gordon, and more about the suit. I mean, that suit's just not...Batman, you know what I mean? They should've made Dick the new Batman, or better yet Jason. I would read the hell outta that," he said, before holding up the comic he had in his hand. "On the bright side, Tony Daniel has been killing it on Deathstroke. Defiantly one of the most underrated book on the shelves. Although it looks like they're trying to pair Slade and Wonder Woman, which I just don't know if I approve of."

"Let...let me get this straight," Kim said. "The whole country has been taken over by a drugged up madman, Spider-Man might be dead, and millions, if not billions of people are dead, and you're complaining about a comic book?"

Daredevil looked at her a few seconds before responding, "Well, when you say it like that, it makes me sound like a dick."

"Yes! That's exactly what you are!" Kim exclaimed. "God, I can't believe I got saved by some asshole who thinks it's cool to wear all black in the middle of summer."

"Hey, you should be thanking me!" Daredevil retorted. "If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead in the street bleeding out!"

Kim looked at her shoulder. It was actually feeling a lot better, and was patched up in gauze.

"You...fixed my shoulder?" Kim asked.

"No, Jesus came down from heaven and said, 'sorry, I'm all out of miracles, but I can disinfect it, take out the bullet, and wrap it up in gauze!'" Daredevil said, and Kim guessed he was rolling his eyes, under his red lenses.

"Where did you get the stuff for that?"

"What, you think I carry around this belt to look cool?" Daredevil asked. "One thing I learned in the military, always come prepared for a man down. Or, y'know, high school kid down."

"I have to go," Kim said as she started to get up.

"Hey, no you don't!" Daredevil said, as he tried to make Kim sit back down. "You're hurt, and..."

Kim looked at Daredevil with lightning emitting from her eyes. "What the hell do you think I am, some damsel for you to save? I'll kick your ass."

"After you."


Nicki and Nathan Ross packed their bags, ready to leave.

"I called Hernan," Nicki said. "His mom and sister are all right, and he's ready to help us. You got his costume?"

"Got it," Nathan said as he packed a costume into a duffel bag.

"All right, let's..."

"Are you leaving?" Kathryn Hyde asked, looking up at the two siblings.

"Kathryn," Nicki said as she kneeled in front of the six year old girl. "We have to stop Lance. Nobody else will do it. But we'll come back for you, I swear."

"Ken said the same thing," Kathryn said sniffing.

"I...Kathryn, do you know how to defend yourself," Nicki said, not wanting to think about the fate of her friend.

"My mom took me to archly lessons."

"You mean archery lessons?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"That's awesome Kathryn," Nick said as she got up.

She walked over to a purple bow that belonged to her father, that was hanging on the wall, and to a matching quiver in a closet.

"Hey, that's Dad's...!" Nathan started in defense.

"What other choice do we have Nate?!" Nicki snapped at her brother.

"If she breaks, I don't care how young she is..."

"Nate!" Nicki yelled as she gave the bow and quiver to Kathryn.

"Here Kathryn, hit that mirror hanging on the..." Nicki didn't finish as a arrow flew into a mirror, directly in the center.

"Like that?" Kathryn asked, with slight, smug smile.

"Um, yes. Exactly," Nicki said as she bent down. "Listen Kathryn, if anyone comes here, anyone you don't know, you need to shoot them with arrows, okay?"

"Okay."

"And Kathryn," Nicki stopped a second before finishing. "You need to shoot to kill."

"But...!" Kathryn started.

"I know you've been taught that killing is wrong, and they were totally right, but whoever told you that probably never saw anything like this coming. If you see someone that you don't know, don't hesitate. Shoot. Okay?"

"...okay," Kathryn finally responded. "But...what happens if someone comes that you know that I don't?"

"Then they'll say a code," Nicki said. "The code is Gintoki."

"Did you seriously just say the code is Gintoki?" Nathan asked, shaking his head.

"It was all I could think of, shut up."

"This country is doomed."

"Shut up," Nicki said as she stood. "We'll be back, Kathryn. Promise."

"That's what Ken said," Kathryn said, looking down.

Nicki looked at her with a sad expression, before walking away. It wasn't long before Nicki and Nathan were flying away, using Nicki's telekinesis.

Kathryn watched them fly away a few seconds before mumbling to herself.

"Assholes," she said. "How could they leave me here to fend for myself. I'm six. This isn't The Walking Dead."


Mary Jane Watson, also known as The Black Widow, walked through the halls of The Triskelion, SHIELD's main headquarters which was located 200 miles off the coast of Manhattan.

She was wearing a skin tight black costume that curved over her body and brought out her more...feminine features. A large red hourglass ran down the front of her body to her belt, looking like the spider from which she got her namesake. She had goggles over her eyes used for the protection of both her eyes, and her identity. Around her wrist were tiny gauntlets with various functions, from grappling hooks, to pepper spray.

As she walked the hallways of the large building, she noticed the awestruck stares of many younger SHIELD agents as she walked by. The women looking in admiration of this living legend, the men...probably for her outfit. A few women too, actually. She allowed herself a small smirk.

She could still pull with the best of them.

"Widow," Vince Nolan said as she walked in his office. "Good to see you in uniform again."

"Nice to see you Vince," Black Widow said. "I see you still like to drink."

Indeed, the SHIELD director had a glass of scotch in his hand with a bottle on his desk, well within arms reach.

"The whole damn country's in a shit, and we have no idea how to get out," Director Nolan said, before taking another swig. "If this ain't the time to drink, I don't know when is."

"The country's always in a shit," Black Widow said. "But, then again, you're always drinking..."

"Ha," Nolan said. "I missed you, Mary."

Vince got up as Black Widow pulled up her goggles, revealing her beautiful emerald green eyes. They each gave each other a long hug.

"How's Jason doing?" Vince asked, as they broke up the hug.

"He's okay," Mary Jane said. "He's probably wondering where I am right now."

"You think you should call him?"

"He knows I can take care of myself," MJ said. "What's the mission?"

"If there's one thing I missed about you MJ," Vince said as he sat down in his chair. "It's your straight as hell priorities."

Vince took out a folder as Black Widow took her seat in front of his desk. He passed the folder to her.

"This is everything we have on Curtis Lance," Vince said. "I want you to assassinate him."

"What?" Black Widow asked, obviously taken aback. "No offense sir, but even Spider-Man couldn't take him down."

"Look, no disrespect to the dead, but Spider-Man was a bit of a dumbass," he said. "It was obvious Lance was baiting him. He ran in there without even a fraction of a plan."

"He was trying to save lives," Mary Jane defended.

"And look where it got him," Vince said coldly. "Shame. He had potential too."

Widow decided not to say anything and went back to the folder.

"And what happens if the plan doesn't go as anticipated?"

"Then we go to Plan B," Vince said. "Come in, you guys."

On that note, three teens walked into the office in costumes. One was a girl with her long white hair tied in a ponytail, one was a teen boy with short white hair in a yellow and black outfit, and the last was a boy in an all black costume with a large dark blue spider in the center, and round eyes that were also blue.

"Widow, meet Psylocke, Coldburn, and Tarantula," Director Nolan said. "The X-Men."


Daredevil and Kim Gray walked across Manhattan, or at least what was left of it. There were less people running, apparently they had found shelter or joined The Goblin's forces to escape The Oz. There were still odd muggings and robberies going on, but Daredevil and Kim were there to stop them.

"So," Daredevil asked the teen. "You knew...know...you...Spider-Man?"

"Yeah," Kim said. "And it's okay. I know...I know his chances of actually being alive are extremely small. I've had people in my life die before...it's nothing new."

Daredevil nodded his head solemnly. He understood. More more than he wished he did.

"So," Daredevil said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "What's your name?"

"Huh? Oh, it's Ki..."

"No, your superhero name," Daredevil interrupted. "If you told me your real name, then I'd owe you. And it's not that I don't trust you or anything, but I'm trying really hard to protect someone I care about."

"Someone?" Kim asked with a teasing smile. "Could there be someone in the mysterious Daredevil's life?"

"You're making me blush," Daredevil said. "But seriously, what should I call you? Because it's not intimidating to thugs for me to keep calling you 'Kid.'"

"Uh...," Kim said before a moment of deliberation. "Elektra."

"Elektra?" Daredevil asked.

"Y'know, electric powers," Kim defended. "Ugh, it sounds lame, doesn't it?"

"No," Daredevil said. "It sounds great. Daredevil and Elektra."

[Did I just blow your damn mind?!]

"Elektra and Daredevil," Kim said.

"Get a costume as badass as mine, then we can talk."

"Okay, I got this," Kim said before her body was encased in electricity.

It wasn't long before she appeared in costume. It covered her entire body except her nose and mouth, and allowed her chocolate brown hair to fall out the back. It was mostly dark blue with what looked like a yellow lightening design darting over the fabric. Her eyes were glowing yellow and gave her a dangerous look that was sure to strike fear in criminals.

"So," Elektra asked. "What do you think?"

"Eh," Daredevil said. "Still Daredevil and Elektra."