Hello. Ninja-insomniac here...again. it's what happens on updates, I appear. Any way, thanks SuperWhoPotterAvenge-X for following me, no stalking though please. I need help with the summary though. the current one is boring

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After escaping I keep a low profile. Of course, it's sorta hard to do when you're a vigilante. Especially when 'Spandex man' sorry, 'Flame master' breaks into another bank.

'That guy is mentally disabled somehow.' says Glacium,

'Yeah, Paper money, uses fire to get it.' adds Tenebri,

"I'll have to make it real quick then." I say, jumping through the broken skylight.

"Yous again?" says Spandex man, I mean seriously, He's wearing orange, red and yellow spandex that clashes horribly, and his mask is a home-made gasmask, I've never met a more badly dressed villian, "I thought I burned yous last time."

It's true, he did bathe my right leg in fire last time we met...2 weeks ago.

I stay silent and launch Glacium at him. He makes the mistake, for the 20th time, in blocking the fog-emitting disk with one of his flamethrowers. Ice explodes from Glacium and petrifies him in a block of ice.

I escape through the skylight and dodge an arrow.

I look up at an archer who's wearing a Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division, (how do they fit that on a badge?) uniform.

"Really?" he asks me,

I shrug.

"Not much for talking then."

I nod.

"Will you come with me peacefully?"

I shake my head and drop another darkness ball. I take a step to the right, and get hit with a taser-arrow in the leg. I collapse. The darkness fades away and the archer picks me up.

I struggle, trying to get Glacium around to freeze him. Unluckily, he simply tazes me in the back. My vision fades to black.


Cloudy spots dance across my eyes. I don't dare look down. I apply pressure to the wound and attempt to drag myself away from the shooters. Something clamps around my wrist. My eyes snap open to see a shackle connected to a chain. I struggle against it and it tightens. A second shackle floats to my other wrist and clamps around that one too. I struggle harder as darkness and frost crawls across the chains. It hits my wrists and I'm thrown into the darkest side of the moon.


I snap to awareness tied to a chair. I squint through the bright light. A black guy wearing an eyepatch stands in front of me with two helmeted guards on either side of him.

"Hello Ray." he says,

I show no reaction other than to continue squinting. I look at myself and find that my coat is gone, as is my scarf, my hat and sunglasses.

"So the glasses were practical." He notices,

'Guys' I think, but get no response.

I look to either side of me, and see nothing.

'Oh.' I look back to, I read the name-tag with difficulty, Director Fury.

"Why?" I ask,

"We've been watching you for some time Mr. Savage. I found you to have many of the requirements for a sub-division. As Coulson said, all we need are qualified members."

"I have a...passive power, it...puts people...on edge...defensive and paranoid for as long as they are...near me. If they are...scared, it activates...adrenaline."

"I noticed. So this is why you think you'd be a bad first member?" Director Fury asks,

"That and...social skills." I reply,

"The 'social skills' can be developed. Any other problems with the division?"

"What does it do? What are it's goals and how do you get qualified?" I had been thinking about these questions for a while

"Coulson didn't tell you?"

"...No"

Fury turns to one of his guards, "Get Agent Coulson. I want to speak with him after this."

The guard salutes and walks quickly out.

'Either he was scared while in here or...Fury is intimidating' I think,

"The division we made is called The Avengers Initiative. It's members will be people with special abilities. I guess you could call it 'Super heroes united'."

I nod.

"The purpose of 'Avengers' is to take out threats that normal people, like the military, can't handle. Do you understand now?"

"Yes."

"When you join, it would be appreciable if you gave information about your abilities. The information will be well secured. Identities, will be hidden separately. Unless you want the fame. Which I doubt you do."

"Correct. My...style revolves around...misinformation. Or lack of." I say,

"Now that you get the purpose of it, will you accept?"

I weigh my options, "Can I...try it out? If it doesn't...suit me, I want to...leave."

"So long as you keep any secrets you learn to yourself when, and if, you quit." replies Fury

"Can I get my...discs back?"

"Not yet. Our scientists want to take some readings. To make sure that they won't eventually harm you."

I raise an eyebrow but refrain from showing my left leg. I nod, "Where will I be until I...get them back?" I ask,

"There's a training room we've set aside for new 'Avengers'." He says, "But, you'll be here."

Fury leaves without the guard. I look at the guard. My face is reflected off the visor.

'Time to get out of here. Though this probably just shows what powers I have.' I close my eyes and tilt my head back. 'C'mon guys'

"Subject A3 is showing new abilities. I might need support." The guard speaks into his radio,

I open my, now glowing, eyes.(Sort of like tesseract.) "Too late" I say.

Chains shoot out of my bracelets and strike the guard. They then, rip open the door and penetrate the wall across the corridor.

An elevator dings. I look to see three guards run and take cover. They radio in for more backup.

A shudder flows through the chains. I smile.

'Ready?' I ask,

'Yes.' They respond in unison,

'Good. Free form.'

The chains start retracting. The guards open fire. I open my hand. Frost explodes and forms a wall, cutting off that section of hallway.

*chink chink* the familiar weight of Glacium and Tenebri re-energizes me

Darkness oozes from me like a clinging mist and I submerge the helicarrier in shadow. I walk to the end of the hallway, open a door and tear a hole through the wall to the air 3 miles above the ground.

'Huh. Forgot that this was the helicarrier. What to do...' I sit down and dangle my legs in the cold air.

'Trojan tactics?' suggests Tenebri,

'Good Idea.'

I jump out the hole and, after extending the spikes from the discs, latch on to the exterior of the carrier. I do a little monkey business and soon I'm on the very bottom of the mobile base.

'What do we do now?' Asks Glacuim,

'Hitch a ride on a searching jet or other craft.' I reply, then I groan as pain flows up to my thigh, 'Dang. So much with just that amount of energy.'

'If you just let us-'

'No. I will be myself for as long as I can' I close my eyes and focus my hearing. I can practically hear the scientists in their, most likely ruined, laboratory, Complaining how they didn't get any information and how much damage was done. I hear engines rev and I open my eyes. I form a darkness ball and have it fall very quickly twenty feet to my right. I gather my feet beneath me (technically above; he's upside-down) and prepare to jump.

A jet rounds the edge and streaks to the ball. I jump and shoot my discs for a better grip on impact.

I slam into the jet's wing. Wincing, I scramble for a grip. I notice the pilot trying to figure out what made his craft to shake. He dismisses it and compensates for the drag. I maneuver the darkness ball to guide the jet above the cityscape. Once in optimum position, I dismiss the ball and leap off.


Yeah, another chapter. 1,385 words. I'm sorry for the delay, My dad wouldn't let me on the computer for a couple of days and I'm really, really, really hooked on 'spider-gwen' a Spiderman comic called 'the edge of the spider-verse' and in an AU Gwen was bitten instead of Parker and Peter died. Google it, It is my new favorite character. Anyway, enough with my fanboy rant, have a good week. Review. Please. I need to know what i'm doing wrong.