Okay, now that my comedy is done, I've gotten back to work on Weresheep X. Here's Eps. 21: Meet the Marvels!

.(Unknown new country in Europe...)

A dark figure--the same one from a few Eps. ago--sat on a throne in the middle of a Hungarian-era style castle in the middle of practically nowhere. His increasing fascination with Elise the Third drove his mind into making a plan.

This dark figure man was Victor. But, he was ever so much more then Victor.

"Well..." he spoke, "Let's see how this unfolds..."

.(Stark International HQ, Stark Tower...)

Silver looked around the building. It was big, expensive looking, and robots and employees walked around like there was no tomorrow. 'Amazing!...' were his thoughts exactly. "Mr. Silver?..." said an intern.

"Oh, right. I'm coming."

.(Stark's office...)

Peter Parker (aka, Spider-Man) waited whilst tapping his foot and looking at his watch. Silver sat on a nearby couch, collecting his thoughts. Peter spoke up.

"Why is he always late?..."

It was then that Iron Man slowly landed and walked in. "Sorry. I was dropping Chris off."

"How's his mom takin' it?" asked Peter.

"Yelling, screaming...that sort of thing."

"...Hm. Figures."

"Now. Ahem! Anyway, until we can solve this...anomaly, I suggest you set up shop here, Silver."

The hedgehog shrugged. "Alright."

.(Library...)

"This is our library. You can usually find Dr. McCoy here," said Iron Man. Peter spoke just then. "He's here."

"Where?" said Silver. Peter pointed up. On the ceiling was a blue, furry humanoid wearing bifocals and a three-piece suit. He was reading a book. "Ah! An animal!?"

This man, apparently Dr. McCoy, looked "up" at Silver. "Beast, actually. Animal is a Muppet," Dr. McCoy, or "Beast", spoke with quite a sophisticated manner, far more polite then Silver took him for. Beast fell from the ceiling and landed flat on his feet and closed his book, which was titled "Sophistications of the Biological code" by Erik Stolhanske.

Silver shook his hand. He was quite strong, something he DID expect. McCoy hunched over some, as was his stature. His bifocals and suit almost made him look like a human, though he clearly wasn't.

"Silver," he said, "I'm Silver."

"Are you a hedgehog?"

"Yeah."

"I thought so."

Iron Man then directed Silver's attention towards the elevator. "Mind if you check out the next room?"

Silver was starting to get interested now. "Lead the way, Tony."

.(Another floor down...)

"And this is the main lab, where I do all my research and invent stuff," said Iron Man. Over on the far corner bulkhead was a gruff looking man in a straight jacket and jeans. He was leaning against the wall with an expression befitting his features: gruff.

"Over there's Wolverine. He's not exactly...social," said Iron Man. The man looked back, and spoke with a tone that was also quite gruff. "Call me Logan," he said. Silver nodded. Logan turned his head back. There was another man in the room, at the center. This man was completely bald, and sat in a wheelchair.

Silver was intrigued even more. This man made Silver's mind tickle a little. He concentrated on him a little harder, then found his own mind pushed back with the force of a tank.

And Silver knew that the man wasn't even trying.

The man turned his wheelchair around to face Silver. "Good afternoon," he said in a polite manner. The man didn't look too old, perhaps his late 40's. "Good afternoon, Charles," said Iron Man.

"Charles?" said Silver. This name sounded familiar to him. "Of course! Charles Xavier! That guy who speaks out for inhumans who have powers like me. What's he doing here?"

"If you must know, I'm with this cadre' of people who seek the betterment of everyone. I might ask the same of you? Nevermind, just think it," Charles said.

"...wha...never mind." Silver thought of what had happened, from the Flames of Disaster that didn't technically happen, all the way to now. "Hmmm...quite an ordeal," said Charles. "We have to see Reed soon," said Iron Man, "let's go."

"Right. One last thing, Professor."

"Yes?"

"Why do you speak out for people like me? Mutants, as you call them."

"Heh heh. Well, you see..." At first, Silver heard it in his ears. Then he heard it in his mind. 'I'm one of them,' was Charles' voice in his head, 'and I know you'd agree that everyone deserves a chance to live equally beside man. Mutant or otherwise."

Silver decided he liked this man.

.(Another two floors down...)

Iron Man once again announced this room. "And this..." a fireball flew past his head, "...is where you'll be staying. There are several dorms here, and-" another fireball. "JOHNNY!!!"

A man, completely engulfed in flames, was trying to see if he could melt one thing or another. He looked at attention towards Iron Man, who's own eyes were seething with anger. "NO FIRE IN THIS BUILDING!!!!"

"Okay, okay, sheesh. Keep your titanium shorts on, Tony. It's the boredom I can't stand!" he said with obvious sarcasm. The fire dissipated, revealing a young man in his early 20's, wearing a blue uniform of sorts with a symbolic "4" above his heart. "What is it you're trying to burn, Johnny?"

"This thing," Johnny showed them a Chaos Emerald. "It's a...Chaos...something. Emerald, that's it! I was trying to see if I could melt it. I'd heard that it can put itself back together anyway."

"...that's probably the LEAST reckless thing you've ever done. Watch your aim next time."

"No problem."

Silver was not sure what to think of this guy. Kinda like Sonic, really, except this man was a human.

.(Corridor...)

A door before them opened up, and a large humanoid emerged. He wore the same blue pants that Johnny from before wore. Except he wore no shirt, showing that his hide was made of some sort of rocky material. Even stranger, the man had gentle blue eyes, like something out of Beauty and the Beast.

"Who's the new guy, Tony?" the man had a tight Brooklyn accent, "he lost?"

"He's not lost, Ben. I'm showing him around."

"Heh hey! Fine by me! What's tha kid's name?"

Silver introduced himself. "SilveRRR!!" Ben grabbed his hand and shook him. Now, since Ben is somewhere around twice his size, width AND length, Silver was lifted off the ground and shaken all about in a "friendly" hand shake. "Nice ta meet ya, kid. Name's Ben Grimm. After a full half minute, Ben finally let go, with Silver barely able to keep his footing on the ground after that ride.

The hedgehog's eyes spun. "Uhhhhhhh...thhhanks..." he said in a daze. "Take it easy, kid," said Ben, who then went in the opposite direction.

"Eeeeassyyy for you to saaaayy..." he mumbled, still a little woozy.

Iron Man didn't seem to notice. "If you think that was wild, guess who you're staying with..."

Silver shook it off. "Hm?"

"Do you believe in gods?"

"...I believe in a god..."

.(Dorm room 1011...)

"...Oooookayyyyyy..." a part of the room had medical degrees on the wall. However, that wasn't what he was 'okaying' about. Some OTHER parts of the walls had old Norse items on them, such as shields, two battle axes, and a ram's head. "...what exactly did you mean from before?"

"Uhhhhh..."

It was, at that convenient moment, that a blonde haired, blue eyed man wearing Norse gear: magic belt, long red cape, Viking helmet, magic braces, and a blonde beard that wasn't exactly too long.

Oh, and his magic hammer. XD

"...Wow," said Silver, "this the guy?"

Iron Man nodded. Silver really didn't want to know, but if he was bunking with this guy, he may as well. 'Course the last guy's hand he shook, he was glad to stay sane. Who knows what THIS guy could do?

.(1 minute later...)

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow owwwww!" Silver pranced about, his hand wrapped around his other hand in agonizing pain. This guy didn't shake too hard, but his grip was like a vice!

And did he speak in the most ridiculous way.

"I apologize to thee, Silver. Perhaps my hand grip was too much..." he said.

"Really? No kidding!? What do you use for weights? Trucks!?"

"I dare not lift thy weights, nor do I have to."

"...I can see that."

"Thor," said Iron Man, "this is Silver. He's old enough to get his white slip, but not for a license."

"15?"

"Yes."

"So be careful."

"15 year olds were considered men 1000 years ago. I will treat my dorm mate as if I were to-"

"Not like your hammer, Thor."

"Then I shall as Donald's medical students?"

"That works."

Silver was a bit puzzled. "Who's Donald?" Thor stood mightily and spoke with his mighty voice. "Donald Blake is the mortal who I have bonded with in order to remain in the mortal world."

"So...he's your alter ego?"

"You could say he is."

Things were getting really, really weird. He'd met about everyone, except one. This so-called "Reed Richards". Iron Man, Thor and Silver took the elevator and outside. "Why are we out here?" asked Silver. Iron Man only pointed up, towards a building Silver recognized as the Baxter Building, a think tank for the smartest guys around. Apparently, Reed Richards was that sort of man.

But with a group of superhuman, outragious men like Ben Grimm and Thor, who exactly was Mr. Richards?...

Only one way to find out.

END OF EPISODE 21