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This chapters probably a bit big, cause we're seeing a lot of Earths, some may be familiar.
Aeon across the Multiverse
Earth Designation 65
Jason Doyle had spent close to three years of his life in a bunker. At eighteen, he had in just a few days since leaving his bunker seen more blood and danger than he had in his life, he had even discovered the true meaning of heroism and courage. The spiders of the multiverse had all taught him something, he formed friendships with each of them, and a love with the Gwen Stacy and first Spider-woman of his universe. Together, the pair fought gangs on the streets of New York, outran the police and attended the best concerts in the city. They weren't dates as such, considering Jason would have to watch Gwen play with her band. He wasn't even sure if his girlfriend had told her band mates about him.
"Thank you everyone, you've been great," Mary Jane, the bands lead singer spoke into the mike.
It was at that moment that both Gwen and Jason's spider senses blared. The wall of the studio suddenly collapsed, and the crowd erupted into panic. Gwen, having the best view on stage, looked to see what was going on. She spotted a hulking man walking out of the smoke, holding a girl by her red hair. Gwen immediately recognised her as the blue and white suited Marvel Girl, of the New Warriors. The giant holding her was an Avenger class threat, the Abomination. He was a gamma charged ex-special forces soldier, the transformation he had gone through gave him dark green skin and a reptilian face. The very sight of the man, reminded Gwen of a pure evil version of the Lizard. The Lizard was never a good memory for her.
"GET AWAY FROM HER BANNER!" a voice yelled behind Abomination.
A red energy blast slammed into Abomination's shoulder, causing him to stumble slightly. Abomination swung around, and threw Marvel Girl into the arms of her team mate. He was a brown haired boy her age, wearing a crimson red suit with a utility harness and yellow boots and gloves. What truly defined his look, was the yellow visor around his face, it left his mouth and hair exposed, and his eyes were covered by a pair of rubies.
"Scott," Marvel Girl whispered.
"You'll pay for that Banner, I swear YOU'LL PAY!" the boy yelled.
"How can you avenge her loss Sunfire? When you're too busy getting your arse kicked in by me?" someone suddenly slammed into Sunfire's back, knocking him to the floor.
He was a mutant crime boss by the name of Toad. Clad in a sharp white business suit, and with perfect clear skin, the only thing that made him resemble his namesake, was his agility and elongated tongue. Mortimer Toynbee however, hated being called Toad. As her band mates left the stage, Gwen took the opposite direction they did. Creeping into an alleyway, she began to unbutton her shirt.
"Wow, I thought we should at least get the customary dinner first," a voice said above her.
Jason hung by a web upside down, already dressed in his Spider-man outfit. Gwen pulled off her clothes, revealing her own Spider-woman uniform. She pulled her boyfriend into an upside down kiss, before pulling her mask down.
"That was..."
"We've got Abomination and Toad out there, two big Avengers level threats," Gwen said.
"I know Gwen, I just spotted the Atlantean Torch trying to incinerate Nova and Namor, Iron woman just got knocked through a building by Black Knight, and Thor is getting her ass handed to her by Radioactive-Titanium Whip-Dynamo (god that is a stupid name)"
"She may be a spoilt rich girl with too much armour, power, and a penchant for hiding her identity with racial stereotypes, but Dynamo is still an Avenger class threat, its times like these I wish the original team stayed together," Gwen explained.
She put on her hood, and swung with Spider-man into the fight. A sudden shockwave, knocked both of them to the floor. They crawled until they reached the mound of rubble, put together by the ring leader of the group. He was wearing a black mask, with a white skull mask over it, the lenses of the mask were yellow. The rest of his body was covered by a blue suit, with plates of white armour and padding on it. He carried a shield in one hand, a sword on the other, and had a bow and arrow strapped to his chest.
"Taskmaster," Spider-woman snarled.
"Spider-woman, I've always been interested in learning your moves, agility like yours would make it easier for me to avoid assassination attempts," Taskmaster said.
"I thought that's what I was around for beloved," the white clad Elektra said.
"You've heard of my right hand lady Miss Natchios haven't you Spider-woman? And that little bang that knocked you both off balance earlier? That was my new friend Nuke!"
The said super villain stepped forward, grinning as he looked down at the spider heroes.
"Quite a club you've bought together Taskmaster, couldn't you have just stayed in a clubhouse and debate whose costumes are better?" Jason asked.
"My Masters of Evil are more than just a little club like the Avengers were, we intend to change the world," Taskmaster said.
"I've heard that before," a voice said from the alleyway.
Taskmaster narrowed his eyes as a black haired teen walked out of the alleyway. He wore a pair of three quarter length cargo shorts, a blue T-shirt, with a black short sleeved shirt worn over it. The young man casually walked towards the Masters of Evil, even as some of the heroes were dropped onto the floor. He slowly raised his hand and lights began to shine in his hand and in front of his face. The light formed shapes, gradually shifting, and solidifying into a blade. It had a second handle, and the round hilt looked as if it had an engine built into it. He swung the curved blade around, literally splitting the air in front of him. Stepping into the tear, he emerged changed, covered in an armour that the heroes found familiar. The visor of his helmet gave off a blue light as floated off of the ground, a pair of batlike energy wings flapped to keep him up.
"Aeon," Gwen whispered the heroes name.
"Stand up heroes, stand up and fight," Aeon's voice echoed as he lunged forward, ready to turn the tide. "ASSEMBLE!"
One by one, the seemingly beaten heroes began to stand and fight back. They slowly begun to overpower the shocked and disorganised heroes.
What am I seeing?
Earth Designation 4290001
He floated in the Earth's orbit, a being of pure energy. This energy was a white colour, a pair of red slits formed eyes on its head, and red on top of his head, formed the outline of hair. Red electricity crackled around the energy as it looked up, its back to Earth. A sigh escaped from the construct, as it lowered its head. It, or rather he, was tired, he knew something was coming that was inevitable.
"No one calls for a saviour anymore," a voice said behind him.
He turned and looked upon three costumed individuals, three members of the Great Society. At the front, floating with his hands on his hips, proud and happy was the Sun God. A blonde haired man wearing a yellow suit with a blue cape, and a symbol that on his world stood for hope. He was the most powerful being on the planet, and a man who had helped save the world from impossible threats time and time again, without compromise. Next to him floated a brown haired woman, her face covered by a mask. The uniform she wore was yellow on the left and purple on the right, yet across the centre, from her face to her hips it was black, the blue circle on her chest contained a symbol that was similar to an hourglass. Silver bands were wrapped around her wrists and heels, and a barrier of light protected her body from the vacuum of space. She was Doctor Spectrum, wielder of a magic based jewel from the stars. Third was a man floating in a meditation position, the blue cloak and silver costume he wore, matched the silver helmet covering his face. He was the Norn, a youth whom possessed artefacts of magical origin, and the sorcerer supreme of that world.
"Our world, knows peace again Aeon, time after time we have protected Earth, just as we will continue to," Sun God said.
"Why not join us in the Great Society?" Doctor Spectrum asked.
Aeon was no longer Sven Reilly, he could no longer live the life of a human being. Connected to the spirit realm, he felt everything in every universe. Every new birth, every early death, every end, he felt both good and bad and had become a mere embodiment of power, not someone willing to stand or fight alongside humanity, no better than a Watcher.
"The Incursions will continue, I share your fear as well my friend," the Norn said. "I know you doubt us, doubt yourself, but if we do not stand strong, our world, perhaps all of reality will fall."
"I know we can save everyone Aeon, even without you standing beside us, we will continue to fight and stand for what is right," Sun God explained.
"Everything lives," Aeon said.
The three Society members looked at Aeon, taken aback by his sudden decision to talk.
"You will one day speak the words, everything lives, in opposition to the words another speaks, that everything dies. Indeed everything lives before it dies, and sometimes, people will find a way to overcome what is perceived as the inevitability of death. Whether it is a cancer patient going into remission, a soldier living through his tour, a disaster victim surviving a great struggle, a hero overcoming a villain, sometimes even death itself is overcome. Because death can be fought back, but it is a companion, one day everyone will embrace it."
"But what I see, what will come, they do not bring death out of inevitability, but for pleasure, or because they feel that there is no other way but to kill, no other way but to kill everything. Even the purest of ideals cannot endure against the will to live. This will to live is blinding, robbing people of their morality, causing them to do things they know they would not have done before. But even the guilt of it dies, even if one is punished for it, even if those events are erased, the sacrifice still occurred. "
He turned to Doctor Spectrum, giving her an uneasy feeling.
"I am sorry for what will happen, what you will be robbed of, and what you will become as a result," he said.
He turned away from the Society members and looked into the vastness of space.
"Remember, the will to survive can blind people. It can lead to a fever, a rage, a sense of powerlessness, which will turn good men cruel. Remember this!"
Wait, are you talking to...me?
"Sven, you mustn't give up, do not give up even when others do!"
What's, happening?
Earth Designation-1602
The man she loved was dead. Killed by something that was not of this world. Everyday Gwengela mourned the passing of her beloved Peter Parquagh. That mourning caused her to bury herself in the work of a Witch Hunter. She trained, hardened her heart, and lost her sense of purpose. Whilst the code of the Witch Hunter still remained, she had grown disenchanted with it, and the charge of her order. The Witch breeds, individuals whom wielded power they should not have, began to spread across the Empire. King James had passed, giving the throne to a man whom claimed was his illegitimate heir and offspring. The blind king Henry Gyrichan, was nothing but a pawn to his consort Roberta Kelly. But there was another behind the scenes, not a Witch Breed, but a purple skinned demon whom worshipped death itself.
Or so Gwengela's travelling companions claimed. A year had passed since the King's death, since the new King declared all Witch Breeds outlaws, to be executed on sight and cleansed with fire. Gwen had carried out her duty, to a degree, but when it became apparent to her that only the innocent were suffering, she left her order. She joined with those whom said they would avenge the deception of the empire, and protect the innocents.
The blonde haired beauty moved across the battlefield, no longer able to be considered mere girl. Her blonde hair had been coated with blood, matching what had now decorated her gold hilted sword. Like others of her order, she had the area around her eyes tattooed. The green ink on her face made some men fear her, but Gwengela was glad to have found companions who respected her. She rushed into battle alongside them, fighting the royal approved, but corrupt Sentinel guard. Plunging her sword through a man's chest, she could not help but pause as a green skinned giant crushed several of the armoured guards with a single punch. Moving his lanky arms, he grabbed one man and tore him apart, spraying his blood across the floor.
Purple smoke popped from one part of the attacked village to another. Blades ripped at the throats of the guards. A blue furred man, whom some called an elf, whilst others called a devil, jumped and using his Witch bred power teleported from one point to another. A cross hung from his neck, and he held rapiers in both hands, and with the small and agile tail. After him came a man in full black armour, he beheaded two Sentinels, fighting without mercy, but uttering no battle cry.
When the battle was won, the village thanked them, housed them and restocked their equipment. The common people were in need of a hero, it had begun with Javier's gathered students. Then gradually, other Witch Breeds, and those whom claimed to be from other worlds entirely joined. The people called this band 'the Avengers Alliance', and for once, Gwengela was proud to be part of something. She walked through the tavern, accepting the pats and nods of respect from her comrades. Lord Stark was standing on the table, not holding a drink of ale, but still speaking of his achievements. The Witch Hunter paid him no heed and went outside.
For while Javier, Stark and Sir Richard Reed led the Alliance, claimed the rewards and brought new allies such as the Wakandan rebels of Africa into the fight, there was one man truly responsible for bringing the alliance together. He did no celebrate with the others though, nor did he move with Wagner amongst the dead, praying and burying them. Instead he sat alone on a hill, gazing up at the stars. He dressed in a grey clothes, with grey and red pads of armour. A shield leant against his back and he had stuck his sword into the ground. His red hair was like the blood they had spilt today, and when Gwengela looked at his skin, she saw markings glow red across it.
She walked closer to where the man sat, remembering their first meeting. Whilst others would have killed her, he forgave her, said he saw the good in her. None knew his name, they knew him only by an alias, Eon. To most in the Alliance, he was a friend, the one whom bonded with them, both through his powers and by simply sitting down with them, getting to know them. Even the empire acknowledged him as the true threat, sending the Hand after him time and again. He had a rival too, a scythe wielding knight whom knew him as a sworn enemy, yet strangely regarded him like one would a brother. But to Gwengela, he was the man who had changed her life, the man she wanted to know more than anything.
Without realising it he was in front of him, not knowing what she wanted to do before. But being in front of him now, her warrior spirit returned. She was not some star struck maiden whom had fallen for a fairytale. Peter would always hold a place in her heart, and she knew Eon regarded a dead woman as his soul mate. That did not mean they could not have others in their lives. Running her gloved hands through his hair, she caressed the scars on his face and knelt down. Her arms snaked around his neck, gold armour pushed against grey cloth. Without waiting for him to utter even one word, she grabbed his mouth with hers. Joy filled her soul as he wrapped his arm around her waist. The red markings glowed across his skin again, and the world changed.
It wasn't 1602, the world had moved on, time had moved on. A great nation had been built, a greater city too. The Witch Hunter became an ordinary woman, her hair tied in a ponytail, armour replaced by a pink top and beige jacket. She still shared a passionate kiss with a man who had changed her life.
Earth designation-SM1
A few years ago, Gwen recalled kissing Spider-man in this very spot, even wearing the same outfit. Though this one wasn't a brief and shallow upside down kiss, it was one of true passion. Her lover, a red haired man in beige cargos and a grey three quarter length sleeved shirt, had his arms wrapped around her waist. Gwen ran her hands down his arms, feeling the muscles he had toned from fights, caressing the bruise on his cheek and scar near his eye. She gripped the back of his head and deepened the kiss, appearing to dominate him. In a way she was, he was trusting her completely. When their lips finally separated, Gwen smiled.
"I see now, why I couldn't acknowledge you like we did Spider-man, if I'd gotten you on a stage, I would have told the world who you are simply by kissing you. I love you Sven!" she said before kissing his lips again.
Sven Reilly separated from the kiss, touching the side of Gwen's face.
"You've made everything easier Gwen, you weren't the only one who was upset that night," he said.
"You mean that night I had that bad date?" Gwen asked, remembering it fondly.
She'd been asked out by her tutor Peter Parker. Gwen had always found him cute, even during that time, when he's started wearing darker clothes and gave his hair that awful comb over. But alarm bells run when he'd taken her out to his ex's work place. Gwen admired Mary Jane, despite her critics she was a great actor, years later she'd proven it by becoming Hollywood's biggest star. Though that night, Peter acted completely differently from the goofy but nice guy she had gotten to know before. They danced, and he admitted it was to get MJ jealous, later, Gwen heard that Peter actually hit MJ.
She left that night and cried in one of the nearby alleyways. That happened to be the night Sven finished his shift at the diner he worked at. He showed genuine interest in her troubles, and even made Gwen laugh about them. She gave Sven her number and over the course of a few months they grew closer, Gwen's life even got more complicated when she became part of Sven's other life. Eventually they fell in love, and built a new life with one another. Sven moved on from shift work and formed a detective agency, Gwen graduated and became a school teacher.
Gwen even formed a friendship with Mary Jane, likewise Sven got on extremely well with Peter, who went back to being his old self. Although he became the victim of numerous jokes from Sven, regarding his 'emo' phase. When Peter and MJ moved to LA, Sven took over as New York's heroic protector. He stopped walking with Gwen and looked at his phone.
"The software Pete gave me for monitoring police scanners has a hit, a 616, incident involving a super powered being, Vulture, Shocker and Mysterio have teamed up to take the Spider-man museum charity proceedings," Sven explained.
"Peter never had any particular trouble with those three, go get em hero," Gwen smiled as she kissed Sven again.
He turned away and ran into a nearby alleyway. As his running speed began to increase, a new layer of clothes began to replace what he already had on. A navy biker suit appeared over his body, white armoured pads appeared on his knees, knuckles, the toes of his boots, and across his chest and back. A utility belt wrapped around his waist and a stream of energy began to wrap itself around his neck, solidifying into a red scarf. Then a liquid metal gushed out of Sven's mouth, wrapping around his head and creating a grey aerodynamic helmet. Jumping into the air, he rebounded between each building. He passed a billboard with a Daily Bugle headline on it.
"Hero Aeon seen with Fantastic Four!"
Gwen Stacy, I love her...no I don't, she's just a kid...no we're the same age...damn it, what's happening?
Earth Designation MCU
Phil Coulson kept his arms crossed as he looked over the operation. The command centre had become his favourite place of work over the past few weeks. Tracking down Hydra wasn't at the top of S.H.I.E.L.D's to do list, nor was even tracking new Inhumans. It had other responsibilities as well, including the protection, index and probable imprisonment of super powered beings. The team was first alerted of the chance of a new player on the board when known Hydra agents under watch began to appear dead. Even those who were high profile enough to have guards were taken out, every guard killed with a blade and merciless breaks of their bones.
Their attention was only truly drawn when members of the Slicing Talons were executed. A 'team' assembled by Calvin Zabo, the four individuals that made up the Slicing Talons were barely enhanced individuals. First to turn up dead was Wendell Levi, a hacker. He had been under CIA protection at the time, working off his sentence in a rehabilitation program. His safe house had been hit, most of his guards were knocked out but a couple were executed via beheading. Before he died however, Levi was forced to hack several files, most on known super criminal locations, people on the Index and even files on the Avengers. Phil still shivered as he recalled how Levi had been dispatched.
"Whilst most of the bodies we've seen have been killed instantly, Levi was cut in a way that he would have slowly bled to death, but still retained enough strength to move. There was a chance Levi could have been saved, but he bled out before help arrived," he remembered Simmons telling him.
After Levi came Karla Faye Gideon. She wasn't even a known threat anymore, just a woman with amputated finger tips, receiving care at a psyche ward. The executioner had come into the ward in the day time and proceeded to slash Karla's throat. Then he stopped off at several other rooms and killed the patients in them. The final death toll was at about forty five.
"The strange thing is, not all the deaths were from the violent patient's wing," Bobbi had told him, she and Hunter investigated the hospital killing.
"A few of the guards got killed too, and these were big guys, they said the guy was strong, but not superhumanly strong. Whoever this guy is, he's skilled enough to take down people twice his size, and a doctor apparently got brave enough to hit him with a knock out drug," Hunter explained.
Still, the killings continued. It wasn't until David Angar's body was found that the results came back from the needle.
"I tried to get DNA from it, but...it's strange...it's as if the person was half there and half not, like he was some kind of ghost, what I have found through a spectrographic analysis can only be described as mild radiation," again Simmons added her scientific know how to the investigation. "It matches the CCTV footage found of Angar's confrontation with the man, there was a brief moment when Angar used his scream, that his attacker turned into pure energy!"
Pure energy and then an instant later he was solid again, stabbing a sword through Angar's wide open mouth. Both physical and mental resistance to basic forms of knock out drugs. Agents with night light guns hadn't been able to dispatch him when he came for Francis Noche.
"Noche's restraints were cut, whoever he was, he wanted Noche to fight back," Fitz told him.
This was a man who wasn't going to stop. Not until he'd taken out all of his possible targets. So the team began to monitor Zabo's new alias. Project Tahiti had erased his memories, but what the man had done still remained. If this new player was looking for some kind of revenge, he would continue it with Zabo. Coulson had May, Bobbi and Mack put under cover, with Skye/Daisy and Lincoln in reserve. The trio would monitor Zabo's veterinary practice and if need be, extract him out of there.
"Guy without a pet's approaching the practice," Bobbi said, looking up from the magazine she was 'reading'.
May tapped the side of her glasses as she looked towards the young man. Instantly, a video feed of the person of interest appeared on the command screen. Phil narrowed his eyes slightly, recognising the red haired man.
"Slade Reilly," he said.
"As in the Slade Reilly who negotiated the release of the armstech hostages, the man who took out the Chimera corp without firing a shot," Fitz said.
"And caught the Scourge killer and exposed H.A.M.M.E.R," Simmons said.
Both of them talked like school children meeting their hero. Phil even remembered the man as a hero, though most in S.H.I.E.L.D. knew him by another reputation.
"The man who told Nick Fury to go fuck himself," Hunter said.
"It's not him," May whispered into her microphone.
"I know May, Slade had a son," Phil said.
"He's got something hidden underneath his jacket, I'm going in," May said.
Sven Reilly, there was a person that Phil didn't think he would hear from again, especially after the chances of joining S.H.I.E.L.D. got lower. May walked into the vets and gasped at what she saw.
"Well aren't you just a cute little thing, my god, I've never seen one like you, so tame, and affectionate," Dr Winslow, aka Calvin Zabo held a white furred ferret in his arms.
Sven Reilly stood with his hands in his pockets, smiling as the ferret nestled into Zabo's arms.
"I recovered her from a train station, hopefully you can find a better place for her Dr Winslow," Sven said.
"I don't know, she seems rather attached to you," Calvin chuckled as the ferret jumped onto Sven's shoulder.
"Well my work doesn't allow me to look after a pet, sorry little guy but you've got to go wherever Doctor Winslow here takes you," Sven said.
"Fantastic, now we'll need to find a name for you, maybe Raina, or Skye," Calvin said as he walked into his office with the ferret.
Sven smiled at the man, before turning to the entrance. He narrowed his eyes, dropping his smile and turning to May. She prepared for an attack, but he instead walked past her.
"Tell Coulson to get everyone out of here," he said.
"Coulson, someone new is approaching the vets office," Mack said.
May followed Sven out of the vets, watching him, and in turn showing the command centre where he was going. He was walking towards a blonde haired man with the kind of build they had been expecting. The man had a walk and a confidence about him that May recognised from fighters. He wore a black leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses, keeping his eyes completely obscured.
"Cade, stop this," Sven said, touching the man's shoulder.
The man 'Cade', struck Sven's wrist, backing him off slightly. He didn't look around, but smirked nonetheless.
"There are at least ten people in this area who I should kill, and none of them are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. That doesn't mean I'm not going to hurt them if they get in my way Sven," he explained.
"I know, but I want us to avoid a fight, Dr Winslow isn't the man you think he is Cade," Sven said.
"Why? Because Coulson erased his memories, it doesn't erase the things he's done Sven, it doesn't erase the orphans he's left in his wake. It doesn't change the fact that to keep that bitch Jiaying alive he provided her with twenty living people to feed off of, and that's just the first quarter of the body count, he provided illegal medical care to criminals, who then went on to do the same thing that got them shot in the first place. There's two more people in there that are responsible for murder, a third guy beats up his kids and a woman in there actually caused her dog's broken leg!"
"Impossible," Simmons muttered.
She and the rest of the team had heard everything Cade had said.
"Director, I've got a result on him, Cade Hunter, he was in the army, served in the same unit Sven Reilly did, he's not on the index sir," Fitz said.
"Telepathy isn't possible anyway," Simmons added.
I'm sure those guys just haven't seen it yet, unless the X-men don't exist in that world.
"Don't, get, in the way!" Cade snarled as he touched the bridge of his glasses.
"I don't want to fight you Cade," Sven said.
"Then don't get in the way," Cade retorted.
"CADE STOP!"
Cade threw his glasses aside, revealing his glowing red eyes. He yelled as a black substance came out of his mouth, beginning to wrap around his body. The substance began to solidify, forming a grey suit and black pads of armour. Armour appeared on his chest and back, an armoured belt appeared around Cade's waist and gauntlets covered his wrists. Blades stuck out of his boots and then retracted and the black substance wrapped around his head, eventually solidifying into a helmet.
"If you're going to stop me, THEN TRY IT!" Cade's voice echoed as he yelled.
Sven lunged forward and slammed his fist Cade's helmet. The blow threw Cade back with a surge of energy. That energy then formed a red suit around Sven's body. Light then glowed over Sven's chest and shoulders, around his waist, feet and arms. The light became pads of grey armour, a grey helmet then finally covered Sven's head, with a knight's visor covering the area where his eyes would be. The Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. looked at the two armoured warriors in shock. Deathblade summoned a weapon that was a fusion of lance and sword, twirling it over his head before aiming the lance end at his opponent. His rival, the hero Aeon created a surge of energy in his hand, energy that shifted and solidified, into a curved short sword.
Cade and I, we're rivals?
Earth Designation-Age of 3
Morgan Le Fey, queen of Britain and the ruler of Avalon and the European union. Hank Pym, creator and partner of Ultron, whom had fused with his creation and established the technological capital in New York, and based himself and his Phalanx collective on the moon. Apocalypse, the first mutant, emperor of a new Askani empire and the one who had enslaved the human population of the West Coast.
These three were the greatest threats on this Earth, ones that had established themselves as the ones who would destroy all concepts of freedom and democracy. Which was why Captain America and his Defenders were willing to go to Fortress X, beyond the force wall and ally themselves with Magneto's X-men. But Cade Hunter knew they could not beat them, the heroes would fall one by one. They didn't have a hero like Aeon, to turn the tide against this trinity of evil. Those were the best words he could use to describe the ones who had torn apart his best friend, a friend whose grave he visited. Alongside him, he saw the tombs of others whom had tried and failed, Lazlo, Rick, Jack, Virgil and Gabriel. Each one tried to take up the mantle, but had failed.
"You don't need to be Deathblade you know, the others made the mistake of thinking they could honour him," a voice said behind him.
Cade stood up, turning to the brown short-haired woman in front of him. To him, she was beautiful, and he couldn't look her in the eyes. There was too much love in them as she dropped the helmet she carried, instead moving her hands to cup Cade's cheeks.
"It wasn't your fault, if you couldn't have saved him, then no one could have, stop blaming yourself, stop burying yourself in this darkness and do something to bring more light into this world," the woman explained.
"I don't have any good in me Kate," Cade said.
"You're wrong, I felt it the first time you held me, the first time we kissed," Kate Reilly said.
Wait a minute...Cade and my sister
"The first time we made love."
CADE! THERE ARE RULES ABOUT DATING YOUR FRIEND'S SISTER!
Kate gripped the collar of Cade's shirt and bought her lips closer to his. Before she could kiss him however, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her aside.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"You don't love me then? Say it then, say that after Laura you could never love anyone, that you never loved me!"
YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU'RE BREAKING HER HEART
"I will never say that," Cade retorted.
"I knew it, I knew you loved me, tell me, if I didn't lose them, if we did have children, would you have stayed?" Kate asked.
"No, I wouldn't have," Cade said.
He lowered his head and began to walk away. Kate's picked up her brother's helmet, the helmet of Aeon. If the man she loved wouldn't take up the mantle, then she would have to.
Sis, you have the power too?
An Earth on another Multiverse-its future
A brown haired youth looked at the helmet in front of him. His armour was red and grey, just like his mentors. He had tried to create his own legacy, going by the English translation of his name "Victory peace" but had failed. That's when he realised legacies didn't matter. To honour his mentor, he would take up the mantle of Aeon, even wearing the exact same costume. He put the helmet over his head and jumped off of the building he stood on, a building with a giant globe on top labelled "Daily Planet".
Earth 616
Sven Reilly's eyes shot open. He was at home, in his bed. Looking at the beautiful blonde haired woman beside him, Sven smiled. Soon, the main line up of Avengers would be going up into space. The Builders were waging war on a galactic scale, forcing the Skrull, Kree and Shiar to work together as a galactic council. All Earth had to offer was the Avengers, so Cap offered the most powerful members. Carol chose to spend her last night on Earth with him. They ate at a restaurant Sven could barely afford, watched one of her favourite movies, and spent the rest of the night making love. Walking into his bathroom, Sven looked at himself in the mirror. Red markings were glowing across his body.
"I saw it too," he said to himself. "Those worlds, those different versions of us, something terrible is going to happen, you need to wake up Sven!"
What?
"Wake up!"
Ultimate Aeon: Origins Reboot
Chapter 14: Reflections
Sven Reilly opened his eyes, and found the light. Instead of the darkness of space, he looked at the ceiling of a house. He leant forward, looking at his surroundings. He was of course in a bedroom, with brown wall paper and a blue carpet, the bed itself was odd in the fact that it was a double bed. Sven always recalled sleeping in a single bed, one more suited for a prison than a home. But this bed, it was comfy, had a metal frame and next to Sven was evidence that someone had been sleeping beside him. His eyes were then drawn to the bedside cabinet. As well as having a digital clock, reading 10:30, there was also a framed picture on it. It was a picture he never remembered taking with Faith. They were standing in front of a view of the White House, but that wasn't even the strangest thing. What really shocked him was the fact that she had a bulge on her chest, at the time the picture was taken, she had been four months pregnant.
"Why do I remember that?" he asked himself, shocked to find he was actually speaking.
He wasn't trapped in some kind of dream, or experiencing a vision. This was his reality, the fact that he was alive wasn't even a shock to him anymore. The memory of dying on the moon became a distant memory as he climbed out of bed. Something drew him to a room across from his, it was small, but images of super heroes were plastered across the walls, and numerous baby toys hung over a crib. Sven's hands shook as he touched the sides of the crib and looked down. There, sleeping peacefully was of course a baby. Sven saw the tufts of brown hair on his head, and the red and white pyjamas. A name suddenly came to him, as if he had known it for a long time, as if it was the most important thing in his life.
"Thane," he whispered that name as he reached into the crib.
The baby didn't cry, instead he accepted his father's embrace. Sven rubbed the child's head, a tear beginning to fall down his cheek. Thane, this child he held was named Thane, he was his son.
"Sven," he turned to the woman at the doorway.
There, standing as beautiful and as alive as he remembered, was Faith. She was dressed in yoga pants and a tank top, and looked at Sven in confusion.
"Are you crying?" she asked.
On her finger was a wedding band. She walked up to Sven and rubbed the tear off of his cheek, kissing the top of Thane's head.
"This is real," Sven said.
"Of course it's real, Sven what's wrong?" Faith asked.
She touched his cheek, and he smiled, adjusting his grip on Thane so he could curl his arm around Faith's waist.
"Nothing Faith, this is perfect," he said, kissing her forehead.
Faith smiled back and hugged her husband.
"Everything is perfect!"
Earth 610-four years before Spider-man first appears
He was struggling to breath underneath the rubble. His thirteen year old mind could barely comprehend what was happening and why. He, and everyone else knew it only as a 'great disaster'. A moment in time in which several locations on Earth faced destructive incidents, resulting in mass casualties. For the years to come, conspiracy theorists would form many reasons; aliens, mutants, terrorists, some even believed god himself had done something to cause the tragedy. Jason Cade Hunt would know it only as the time his life had changed. He didn't even try to call out for help, even as he heard voices above him.
"There's no one here Sven, damn it, there's no way anyone could have survived this!"
"Shut up, please, please god let someone be alive," the voice was filled with desperation.
When the rocks were lifted off of him, Cade looked through his bruised eye, up into the tearful grey eyes of a red haired man. He took his hand, lifting it to his face and smiled, closing his eyes and crying with joy.
"Thank god, I didn't think I'd find anyone, thank god," the man whispered.
When Cade recovered at the hospital, he was shocked to see the man who saved him. He was speaking with one of the nurses, signing a few papers that Cade had become familiar with.
"Hello Jason, my names Sven, you remember me don't you?" the red head asked.
"Yeah, are you okay?" Cade asked.
"You've been through all of this, and you're still wondering if a complete stranger is okay, Jason, I was wondering, your foster parents were lost in the rubble, would you prefer to go back to a home, or would you like to come with me? My wife and I have a daughter, but my work allows me to pay for a second child in the house, would you like to stay with us? It can be for however long you wish," Sven explained.
Cade looked down for a moment, he'd never liked staying at the foster home. His old family had been nice enough, but he wasn't really mourning their deaths. The joy he remembered seeing on Sven's face however, haunted him. He looked up at Sven and smiled.
"Can you please call me Cade?" he asked.
"Sure thing, oh, I think there's something you should know about me before you move in, I'm an agent of an organisation, we call ourselves spirit knights!"
Cade-Age 16
The blonde haired teen threw his bag into the wall as soon as he got home. His foster brother Thane looked towards him as he walked up the stairs. Faith Reilly kisses the toddlers head before following Cade to his bedroom. Along the way however she picked up the bag, closing her eyes as she moved towards the door. As she walked, pink markings spread across her body, turning her brown hair pink for a few seconds before the glow faded. She slowly opened the door, stepping inside to see the boy sitting, cross legged on his bed, resting his hands on his knees. His shoulders were shaking and he hung his head low. Most wouldn't have known whether Cade was growling or crying, Faith knew better.
'Most of the time, Cade processes grief with anger,' she thought as she walked towards him.
She sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Cade's back.
"The school called, they said you got into a fight with some of the students, you nearly killed one of them Cade," Faith said.
"Good, I wish I had, I wish I hadn't stopped myself. They would have deserved it, and the bitch they were protecting too," Cade snarled.
"You tried to hit a girl!"
"I know, give me the lecture, 'you don't ever strike a girl'."
"Speaking as a woman Cade, I can say there are men and women who deserve a good hit, the point is that people need to deserve it, hitting them needs to be justified beyond simple self satisfaction. You enjoyed beating those kids didn't you?" Faith asked.
"You're damn right I did, and why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I feel good about it, they pushed someone so hard, they pushed him until he couldn't take it anymore. I hate them, I hate them all for what they've done!"
"Hate them all, do you mean Craig Hollis, that poor boy who killed himself?"
"They've started calling him Mr Immortal, supposedly because everyone's going to remember him now, but they'll forget, it's just human nature, but what he did, to do what he did, why should I feel sympathy for him after that. He had a girlfriend, Dinah, she was a mutant, they made fun of her, but when it didn't bother her, they started tormenting him. Put letters in his locker, sent emails to his computer, whispered to him in class."
"When they told the whole school, he stormed out of there. His parents beat him for it, so instead of taking a stand, he decides to take his dad's gun and put a bullet in his own head. So why should I feel sympathy for that? He had Dinah and his friends, he took a moment to measure the impact he had had on their lives, how much he meant to them, what he would be doing to them when he pulled the trigger. Even I'm going to forget him one day, Dinah Soar, Ashley Crawford, Doreen Green, DeMarr Davis, Val Ventura, to them, he would be their Mr Immortal. Dinah loved him, Val too, a part of him understood that Craig would never be attracted to him, but simply having him in his life helped him come to terms with being gay. Davis was his best friend, part of him feels he should have seen it all, that he could have done something to make it all a little easier. Ashley's kicked up her binge eating to self destructive amounts and Doreen's spending more time with the Squirrels in her back yard than with others."
"He measured the worth of his friends, and decided that they meant nothing to him. In that moment he decided his pain was more important. He selfishly ended his life not caring what it would do to his friends. I will never sympathise with a person like that, but then those bastards, they got a lecture from the headmaster, and you know what they did? They went back to doing the same thing again, made fun of Doreen for her teeth, made fun of Val for being gay, I couldn't take it, someone had died and they didn't care!"
Cade turned to Faith with tears in his eyes.
"And the teachers, THEY KNEW! THEY KNEW WHAT WAS GOING ON! AND THEY LET IT HAPPEN! IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ONE OF THEIR CHILDREN! IT COULD HAVE HAPPENED TO ANYONE!"
Faith wrapped her arms around Cade's head, a mute urge to get him to let his feelings out. He gripped her arm and screamed, red markings glowing across his skin.
"Why, why is there so much bad in the world, why do people accept it, even encourage its existence?" he asked.
"They don't Cade, they just...some people don't know an alternative, and they don't believe in it, even if they're told about it, the important thing Cade, is that you keep believing in good," Faith smiled as she rubbed the boys hair.
"This power, it feels like we can do more than just sense spirits," Cade said.
"Maybe we can do more, but right now what we're doing for the world is enough," Faith said as she stood up, patting Cade's shoulder. "I mean, could you imagine what more destructive mutants could do?"
Cade-Age 18-After Ultimatum
It was raining, as Cade expected it to on a day like this, the day he buried the closest things he had to a mother and brother. Sven was on his knees already, in front of the graves of both his wife and real son. Both, taken before their times in the tragedy that became known as the Ultimatum Wave. Now aged out of the foster program, and legally having no requirement to live with Sven, Cade turned and began to walk away.
'There's just too much pain here,' he thought as he walked out of the cemetery.
Cade-Age 18-Three months before the death of Spider-man
Over the past few months, Cade had been hitting the weights and the bag. As well as working at a gym, he also cleaned up at a bar. That's when he saw him, Sven Reilly. He was stumbling in the alleyways, his clothes wrecked, hair unkempt and a dirty beard across his chin. At the time, a few of the more drunk customers had been kicking him around. Cade looked Sven in the eyes, placed the bags he carried in the bin, and turned away. He put his hands in his pockets and walked away, not willing to fight for a man who had given up.
Cade-The night Spider-man died
He had just heard it had happened, Spider-man's death. Cade walked out of the gym he worked at, rubbing his face as he attempted to fight back all of the emotions filling his soul. He could sense the strong sorrow emanating from every person in New York, all of whom had lost a hero today. Across the oceans in Korea, Gregory Stark had been killed, Cade felt every bit of sadness running through Stark's mind. He felt the deaths of soldiers Gregory had used, both in Korea and in the Middle East. Even the confusing feelings of Fury filled him, the happiness over his success, and the sorrow of Peter's death.
'That man, what the hell is wrong with him, he'll manipulate events like this, and yet, he'd cry over the death of a friend's child, who he barely even knew,' Cade thought.
Leaning against a brick wall, Cade clutched his throat, feeling sick and confused. The connection to the spirit realm, in this world was reduced to the mere sensing and understanding of other's emotions. No great disaster had happened to pierce the barriers separating the physical and spiritual realms. Until today!
Light years away from Earth, a grand portal appeared in Kree space. Admiral Ro-Nan commanded his troops to evacuate the Kree occupied colonies. It was an unnecessary order, as no worlds were pulled into the breach. The science ship of the fleet however was able to see an image within the breach, of an armour man shrouded by a dark mist. He raised his hand, and lights shot out of the breach. The breach then closed, just as quickly as it had opened.
On Earth, the first steps towards Cade's possible fall, or rise began. He stopped at another alleyway, seeing a small group of people gathering around a mutant. He was an obvious mutant because of the hair poking out of his sleeves, his elongated nails and hairy face. The man even had a snout, giving him the appearance of a mole.
"Please stop," he said as the men approached him.
Cade knew what they were intending to do, he'd seen it many a time and would just walk by in the past.
"I don't have powers, I just look different," the man pleaded, attempting to relieve any fear they felt.
But they weren't doing it out of fear, there was only hatred in their souls. A hatred that spread to Cade as he stepped forward, red markings glowing across his body. His eyes glowed red as he beat the gang members, with every punch and kick he threw, he saw a sin they had committed. When all of them were on the floor groaning, Cade turned to the mutant.
"Oh thank you, thank you so much," the man said.
Cade grit his teeth together as more images flooded his mind. Images of the hairy mutant touching children in ways adult's shouldn't, of even recording them having depraved acts committed against them. Squeezing his hands into fists, Cade began walking towards the paedophile. A sword of red energy appeared in his hand. The mutant screamed in terror as Cade yelled. With a single swing, Cade cut through the mutant, spreading his blood across the floor. He walked out of the alleyway, the energy fading as he looked at the blood on his hands. His hands shook for only a moment before they became still and he began to laugh.
"No, I'm nothing like them, they deserved every second," he said.
He lifted his hood over his face and walked away.
The day Thanos invaded
Aliens had filled the skies, the shadows the invader ships cast darkened the streets of New York. Cade ran through the streets, feeling the deaths of thousands across the world. He came upon a massacre on the streets, aliens with blades or gun batteries attached to their arms, mowed down innocents. This time, he didn't hesitate to intervene, jumping into the fight with the energy swords he had summoned. He slashed through the invaders, yelling for people to run away. The aliens flying in the air began to leave the area as a figure landed on the ground. Cade widened his eyes slightly at her appearance.
She had gold and black skin, skin that looked like armour. A visor had slid over her face, and blades stuck out of her feet and wrists. She was Paragon, another member of Thanos's pawns the Imperfects. Lunging forward, she slammed her blades into Cade's, so hard that he stumbled back. She kicked him across his face, drawing blood from his mouth. Cade swung his swords around, only for them to shatter upon contact with Paragon's. He jumped back, barely avoiding her blades. She threw her hands forward, releasing blasts of energy that blew up the cars around Cade, throwing him onto the sidewalk.
"I will not, GIVE UP!" Cade yelled.
He summoned his blades again, as the other Imperfects began to land on the streets. Brigade fired a barrage of missiles, consuming the streets Cade ran on with explosions. He kept on running, jumping off of the ground as Faultzone created an earthquake. Cade flipped in midair, barely dodging a spray of acid from Hazmat. The blade he created grew larger as he flew towards Paragon. He bought the blade down, shocking Paragon by shattering her blades. Suddenly, Wink teleported behind Cade, slashing him across the back. Paragon backhanded Cade, sending him flying belly first into Brigade's fist.
"Looks like there's no hero stopping us today," Johnny Ohm said, firing electricity into Cade.
Cade yelled in agony, a torment that was only furthered when Solara covered his top body with flames. He cut the fire hydrant beside him, putting out the flames with the water that shot out. The Imperfects looked at the young man, shocked by his determination. He had third degree burns across his face and chest. His knees were shaking, and the energy blade he held was broken, but he still wouldn't go down. Red energy spread across his body as he ran forward. Suddenly, an energy blast came down from the sky, consuming Cade, drawing his body off of the ground and leaving crater behind him. The Fold cannon barrel smoked, and the Imperfects gathered around Cade's body.
The glow had faded, and so too had his heartbeat.
Perfection
Faith had gone to work, leaving Sven alone with his son. He sat with Thane in the living room, catching up with this world's history via the TV. Even with the TV on, he couldn't help but be distracted by the baby playing with on its stroller. Thane was pushing numerous buttons on the thing, playing the sounds of different animals. He smiled as Sven rubbed his head. He picked Thane up, bouncing him on his knee and blowing raspberries at him.
"You're everything I've wanted Thane, I'm sure I can speak for every version of myself when I say that, but right now only one version of me matters to me," he rubbed his nose against Thane's and smiled as the baby giggled.
He then looked to the TV again, it showed a reporter from the Daily Bugle, Betty Brant of all people. She had achieved her dream of a Pulitzer and got her new anchor job.
"A summary of today's news, Reed and Susan Richards today announced the name of their son, Franklin after Susan's father Doctor Franklin Storm, the founder of the Baxter foundation."
"Bruce Banner, has accepted the Nobel peace prize for his work in the science community, also called the Hulk, you can see the big guy here being given the prize by his long time sweetheart Betty Ross. If that wasn't sweet enough for you, after receiving the prize he proposed, to which Betty has accepted."
"Wakanda and Latveria have now joined the UN, the respective leaders of the nations, T'Chaka and Victor Van Damme were escorted to a recent meeting by the Ultimates, of which T'Chaka's son T'Challa, AKA the Black Panther is now the leader of."
"Closer to home, President Rogers announced the mutant aid bill, it secures funds for the creation of schools for mutants much like Charles Xavier's own. This comes at the same time as reformed mutant cult leader Eric Lensherr began to lead the X-men."
"Tony Stark is pleased to announce his tenth year of sobriety!"
"Our very own Peter Parker had the pleasure of photographing the Spider-men apprehending Wilson Fisk today, with his long time rival now gone, police chief Frank Castle announces his retirement, he says 'the Kingpin has been punished, I now wish to spend time with my family!"
"The Defenders have opened a new under privileged youth centre, this marks the seventh the corporate owned super hero team have opened."
"Hank and Janet Pym were spotted having coffee with Kevin Feige, could we be seeing a film based on the super hero couple's exploits?"
"Everything is perfect," Sven said.
He kissed Thane's forehead and rested his head back.
Earth 610-Sven David Reilly
Finally, he had reached his limit. His wife was gone, his sons were gone. There was nothing left for him to live for. He stood on the bridge, red markings glowing across his body. Without hesitating, he jumped and dived head first into the water. When he emerged, he wasn't in the land of the living anymore. The water he was in was like blood, but he had no idea what blood tasted like so he remained ignorant. He laid his head back, attempting to drown himself again. But much to his shock he was pushed out of the water. Skeletal hands pressed into his back, lifting him up and carrying him onto shore. Sven was thrown to his knees, his head hitting the ground as he fell. It was then that Sven noticed, he was clean shaven, his hair had been cut short and he had been stripped off down to a loin cloth. The body he had gained from months of a lack of care and dirty living was gone, replaced by the muscular body he remembered having when his wife and sons were alive.
"Faith, Thane, Cade," he muttered.
"They have not come here Sven," a voice said behind him.
Slowly, and fearfully Sven turned, looking up at the ruler of this new world he had been thrown into. Her skin was white as if she was dead. The black and red clothes she wore revealed her legs, arms and midriff. Her black lips formed a smirk, the top half of her face was covered by a red and black helm/mask. Flanking her were warriors of the dead, skeletal soldiers, men and women with missing flesh or dying skin. Sven looked up as angelic creatures flew around him, circling him like vultures. They were monsters that had beautiful wings. But the black winged creatures were beautiful, women with blonde hair and clad in Viking armour.
"This is not a place for pure souls like theirs," the queen of the realm said, walking around Sven, her cloak dragging behind her.
"Is this hell?" Sven asked.
"It is an afterlife, but not the afterlife, or perhaps it is, perhaps I am the only thing you will know after death. I know not of what other power there is that is higher than mine, other than Odin's, and he will not interfere, because he knows what the results may be of my generosity," the woman explained.
"Who are you?"
"I am the ruler of Hel, a mistress of death, a goddess of Asgard, I am Hela," she said.
Sven looked into her eyes, seeing the skull shapes in her pupils. They faded as she stepped closer, gripping his chin and pulling his face up.
"In another life you would have gone by many names Sven Reilly, Fusion, Aeon, Onyx, Knight of the spirit realm, but above all hero," Hela explained.
"Those aren't the names I want," Sven said.
"Yes, husband and father, two names that were taken from you, but I can give them back," Hela said.
"Don't believe her," a voice said behind Sven.
He turned, widening his eyes yet again at the appearance of another great beauty. She had blonde hair and wore a green crown, a green corset and cloak and green trousers that clung to her hips. A gold apple appeared in her hands as she walked up to Sven.
"A war is coming Sven, it will need heroes like you, help me and I will restore you to life, give you the power you deserve, and I will repair your broken heart," she touched Sven's cheek and smiled as he took the apple.
"I will erase your pain completely, what Amora can offer pales in comparison," Hela said, rubbing Sven's shoulders.
"I can make you a king," retorted the Enchantress.
"Of a world where people will die, beside me you will be king of everyone, for death is a certainty," Hela said.
Sven stepped to the side, away from both women. From a small hill, the Loki of Earth 610 smirked, seeing the scene and finding it amusing.
"I think he's figured you both out ladies," the god of mischief said.
"You're both beautiful, but you both have that 'I want to take over the world with my evil plan' or 'I'm going to offer godhood but chop off your head and make some green creature' vibe," Sven explained.
"Oh he's got you down to a T Amora," Loki laughed.
"The most heroic thing I ever did, was take in a boy who no one else wanted, because I saw that there was a hero in him. All you see in me is a means to use me for your own dark plans. Well I won't have any part of it, and your feminine wiles pale in comparison to what my wife could get with just a few kind words. I will never stop loving Faith, in life or in death. ODIN!" Sven yelled, looking up at the sky.
"If you're real too, and if you can hear me, let me make a sacrifice, my soul for Cade's life, bring him back, let him use the power he was meant to have. GRANT ME PEACE!"
His words did not reach Odin, but a god of mischief did hear them. Loki clicked his fingers together, conjuring a gold sword that flew into Sven's hands.
"You know what to do hero," Loki said.
Sven nodded his head in thanks before turning the blade around.
"NO!" Amora and Hela yelled.
Sven drove the blade through his chest. His body glowed as if hovered off of the ground, rising as high as the Valkyries.
"Cade, come back," Sven whispered, before his body exploded.
The light of the spirit of heroism rose out of the depths of Hela's realm, and back into Midgard. That light joined with another spirit, a spirit of justice. Both were drawn to a grave yard in New York. The joined lights slammed into the grave of Cade Reilly. They bought his ashes together, forming a body, black armour began to wrap around this body. Red markings glowed across the armour as the hands and legs twitched. The head roared, a giant jaw appearing on it before fading. Gold armour began to spread across the shoulders, arms and chest. Cade yelled as his eyes changed from red to black. His fist burst through both the coffin and the ground, and energy shot up into the sky.
Earth 610-Mere minutes before
Aaron continued to follow Cheyenne, this time they had ditched their costumes and taken on civilian clothes. Though she demanded he put on a black hoodie. She led him to a park, families were playing, even with news of the super heroes mobilising. Aaron huffed at the ignorance, these people were living peacefully. Yet in his world, he had an accurate prediction that people were embracing one another out of fear. Their world was ending, and in other worlds it was continuing. Seeing the families only reminded Aaron of what he had lost, and everything he would continue to lose.
'All I have left is my world, and that won't last much longer,' Aaron thought.
He bumped into Cheyenne, who had come to a sudden halt.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"We're here," she said.
Cheyenne pointed her finger towards a table. There was a trio of families, one Asian, another Afro American, and another mixed race. That family in particular caught Aaron's eye. Not too long ago he had met a Rio Morales who had become a super hero. Now he was looking at a Rio Morales who was still the wife of his brother Jefferson. She wiped a piece of cake off of his mouth and kissed him, causing Miles to gag. Miles himself was with two of his friends, whom Aaron heard him call Judge and Ganke. He knew they were alive in this world, but they still tugged at his heart strings.
"In this world, Miles got bitten by the spider you stole, he hangs out with a group of other young heroes as Tarantula," Cheyenne said.
"They're alive," Aaron whispered.
"They're alive, healthy, happy and with much longer lives ahead of them, because they don't have you in their lives anymore," Cheyenne's voice was bitter, her intention cruel.
But Aaron nodded his head, agreeing with her whole heartedly. He imagined what that other version of him had done, a man who was still selfish and still out to make money. To have seen someone amazing like Miles, he still would have tried to use him. Aaron sat on the grass and lowered his head.
"It could have happened, I could have been here too, I know that. Big brains and believers will probably say that there as something special about my world, that it was a world where things had to go wrong, because it was the nature of that world. But we all had choices to make, every person there had a choice, just like I did. I didn't care about my family, I wanted to use this power to make myself a Kingpin. I dragged my brother, his wife and son into my personal conflict, I had lost the only thing, the only thing that was left in my life worth holding onto," he explained.
"Don't go over there and talk to them," Cheyenne said.
"I won't, that piece of craziness is the last thing that they need," Aaron said.
"If you even try to make contact I'll kill you."
"You don't need to repeat yourself, god you're perfect, but a bit bitchy," Aaron shook his head and chuckled.
"What did you say?" Cheyenne asked.
"That you were a bitch."
"No, before that?"
"That you're perfect, you became a much better person then I could ever hope to be, I'm sure Miles too, is a much better Spider-man than me," Aaron said.
"Some might say he's a better Spider-man than the original," Cheyenne smirked, looking over at her cousin.
Suddenly, an energy pillar rose in the distance, shattering the peace.
Paradise breaking
Sven gripped his head in pain. The red markings once again appeared over his body. He crashed into the floor, drawing Faith's attention in the other room. She ran to the man she loved, grabbing his face and helping him off of the floor.
"Sven, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Something bad is happening, something bad is about to happen," Sven said.
"Sven, nothing bad happens anymore, the heroes protect us now, you said so yourself everything is perfect, what's been wrong with you lately?"
Faith looked into Sven's eyes, waiting for an answer.
"I don't know, I just have this feeling that everything's going to fall apart," he said.
"Look at me Sven, tell me exactly what's wrong, come back to me!"
"I am back Faith, I'll always be here, I'll never turn my back on this world," Sven said.
He turned and wrapped his arms around Faith, hugging her tightly. Slowly, Faith closer her eyes and placed her hand on the back of Sven's head. Her hair turned pink, and markings appeared over her skin. She gasped as she opened her eyes, resting her hands on Sven's chest and looking at him.
"I saw it, the other side of the mirror Sven, this world is just one part of a whole, it's not real, it was never real," Faith said.
"No don't say that honey, don't you dare say that, we've lived this great life we can still live it," Sven said.
He was already crying, panicking, holding Faith's arms tightly.
"Just forget about it Faith, we're home, we're happy, we have everything we've ever wanted, I don't want this to end," Sven said, touching Faith's cheeks and kissing her.
Faith accepted the kiss, but still shook her head at Sven.
"Sven, you need to accept reality, this isn't how the world should be, wake up," she said.
Sven looked at her, taking in every detail of this amazing woman. Even in a world where everything could go wrong, she became this woman. With even paradise before them, she was still the amazing woman willing to give up everything for others, even her own existence.
"He doesn't need to wake up, this is reality now!"
Faith and Sven looked up in shock as the roof was ripped off. It was being telekinetically held by Jean Grey, who was wearing her X-men outfit and stood with the entirety of the X-men, Cyclops, Colossus, Dazzler, Angel, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, Beast, Storm, Iceman, Rogue and Wolverine. But also with them was Magneto, wearing armour with the black and yellow colours of the X-men, Mystique, Sabretooth, Toad and Blob all stood on metal discs, wearing the X-men colours. Emma Frost stood in a white costume with her New Mutants, all of whom wore red variants of the X-men uniforms.
"He should accept his new reality," the speaker said as he floated past the X-men.
"Magician," Sven identified the man, stepping in front of Faith to shield her.
He wasn't alone, he had the Ultimates with him, Giant-man and Wasp, Iron man, Thor with his axe/hammer hybrid, Captain America, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch and Black Panther. Reed Richards and Sue Storm both stood on a platform holding hands, the Human Torch hovered next to them, with Ben Grimm, in his purple energy form standing on another platform. Magician himself was wearing a cloak of levitation, an Iron man chest plate and a blue suit with yellow boots and gloves, with X's on the knee guards, he also held Mjolnir. In this world he had achieved his dream of being the world's greatest hero. Every hero had achieved his dream, and they all stood opposed to Faith's plan to restore the world.
"You should too," Magician smirked as he raised his hand.
Suddenly, a literal split in the world formed beside Sven and Faith. A Latino girl stepped through a portal, holding the two sides as if she had formed it herself. She was dressed in clothes based on the American flag. Next to emerge from behind her was a man in a blue costume and white cloak. Black Panther widened his eyes as he saw another him, though his costume looked more like armour and included a royal necklace. A woman in a black coat and white and blue suit then emerged, her eyes glowing as she surveyed the situation. Next to step out was a blonde haired woman, Sven and everyone else recognised her as Carol Danvers, but they had no idea why she was wearing a blue and red suit with a star burst symbol on the chest.
"Looks like you were right Sven, all we had to do was look in the right place," she said, speaking at the portal and not Sven.
Both Magician and Sven widened their eyes, recognising the red and grey armour figured who walked out of the portal.
"You guys overcomplicated stuff with that science mumbo jumbo, which I'm pretty sure if actual known scientists read, would agree is nonsense," the armoured man explained.
"Apparently we aren't actual scientists," Black Panther muttered to Blue Marvel.
"Aeon," Sven gasped.
The armoured hero turned to Sven, his helmet fading to reveal a red haired man, identical to Sven without the facial scars. He was identical because he was Sven.
"Hi Sven, I'm Sven, these are the Avengers," Aeon grinned.
"We're the Ultimates actually," America Chavez corrected him.
"Ultimates? What are we the Ultimates of?"
"We're the Ultimate solution to solve universal problems," Blue Marvel said.
"Okay, well, let's start solving, ULTIMATES ULTIMATE!" Aeon yelled as his helmet covered his face.
The original Ultimates looked at Aeon in disgust.
"What...Ultimates doesn't really provide a lot to work with in terms of battle cries!"
Next Chapter 15: Battle for a world
Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter, a little summary of the worlds and Aeons that appeared.
65 Aeon-Same Aeon who debuted last chapter, a mutant, spirit knight and magic user in a world where Gwen Stacy is Spider-woman, Captain Britain is a Hippee, and a loud of other strange things.
Grand Society Aeon-The Aeon of the Earth where the Grand Society, seen in New Avengers Vol 3 appear in, an ancient hero with tons of power. Borrowing from the theme of the other Grand society members being copies of the Justice League, Aeon is a copy of New 52 Captain Atom.
1602 Aeon/Eon-A rebel against the now tyrannical British Empire, the lover of Gwengela, a character who first appeared in a variant cover of Angelus.
2000's Cinematic Universe Aeon-This is a universe where the first Spider-man trilogy, Fantastic Four and Daredevil and Elektra of that era exist. Sven is in a relationship with Gwen Stacy and his form is based upon the first Kamen Rider reboot.
Marvel Cinematic Universe Aeon and Deathblade-They both exist in the shadows, and they both clash many a time. The universe of the successful Marvel Studios franchises, was thinking of making a story carrying on the storyline seen in this world.
Age of 3-A world based on the Age of Ultron, Age of X and Age of Apocalypse worlds, Sven died and with Cade unwilling to, Sven's sister Kate took up the mantle.
Earth 610-The Aeon of this world is Jason Cade Hunt/Reilly, a version of Cade Hunter with a different family background. Having both the spirits of justice and heroism, his armour is a fusion of the Deathblade and Aeon personas. Has awakened as a dark berserker, like the Kamen Rider Kuuga Rising Ultimate form.
Earth 616-The Aeon you would read about in my stories Echo of Destiny, Rise of the Dead, and the Hunt. Appears in this chapter with the Ultimates of 616
DC Universe Aeon-An Aeon who has yet to take on the mantle fully.
Next time on Ultimate Aeon Origins Reboot, a war is fought on multiple fronts, Rio and Aaron join forces with Tarantula and his buddies Prodigy and Hornet to halt the advance of a berserker Aeon on Earth 610. The battle on both sides of the mirror of 1610 continues as the Gah Lak Tus swarm clashes with Deathblade, the Avatars face the Heralds and Magneto faces a relentless assault from Rogers. Magicians fantasy falls apart and its Civil War on his world as heroes clash, meanwhile Sven debates with...himself. As the Incursion begins, heroes gathered from across the Multiverse fight for the Marvellous world, but only one man stands between Fury and that world's destruction.
?: I don't get a lot of science stuff, but I know a bomb when I see it, step away from it and identify yourself.
Nick: The names Fury, Nicholas J.
?: Really? You look more like Samuel L Jackson trying to look ridiculous, because I'm Nicholas J Fury.
Nick:...I'm white in this world?