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Ultimate Aeon: Origins Reboot

Final Chapter: The Aeon of Earth 1610

This is a new world, built from an old one. But it's had a history, a history some may think has been forgotten. I know this because I am a part of that history, I remember it well. I see it every day, whilst the present seems so far away. The past seems more real than now does.

"It's just so good to see them watching someone decent for a change, instead of Spider-man or one of those horrible X-men," Peggy Barnes said.

It was the day after the Ultimates debuted against the Hulk. Steve Rogers had been speaking with his friends Bucky and Peggy. They were praising him, but after Peggy had said what she said about the X-men and Spider-man, someone laughed behind Steve. Whoever he was, he was a passerby, but Steve never the less looked towards him.

"The Wolverine guy is a bit much true, but they're pretty nice guys, I mean they'd have to be to have saved lives. Especially when you got people like you saying stuff like that about them, and they aren't being paid, so yeah pretty obviously not horrible. Unless you're just saying they're horrible because you want to put your friend on a pedestal, if so good, if not, kind of makes you the horrible one doesn't it?"

Steve frowned at the young man's words, though Peggy blushed in embarrassment.

"And what about Spider-man? He's the nicest guy there is, your friendly neighbourhood, selflessly throw myself into danger and fires and save lives without getting paid Spider-man," his voice was chirpy, even as Cap stood over him.

"I'd back off if I were you," Steve growled.

"You know I kind of expected you to be reasonable about this, oh well," the young man turned around, but not before looking over his shoulder at Cap. "You know, part of wearing that star means embodying certain standards, understanding is one of them. Talk to the fire fighters, the cops, the people Spider-man's actually helped, hell actually look at what he and the X-men are doing and actually put yourself in their shoes, you might be surprised how you feel afterwards!"

That interaction with Cap, I don't know whether it made a difference or not.

Ultimate Mansion-New York

Steve Rogers opened his eyes, lightning was flashing outside, it had nothing to do with Thor. The Asgardian was off world at the moment. Lately, the other Ultimates had come to readily accept what Thor told them, after all they had been horribly wrong about him not being a Norse god. Steve climbed out of bed, being careful not to wake Janet as he did. He smiled at her, she had been working hard lately, turning leadership duties over to him so she could start her clothing chain. She was using the brand of the superhero, and integrating it into fashion. Xavier had been kind enough to give her the X-men rights, meaning style based on them. Every bit of money she raised, went into running the team.

'You truly are marvellous Janet,' Steve thought.

He walked over to where his shield was leant against. In the aftermath of the incident dubbed 'the Scarlet Spider'.

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Helmut Zemo, the new director of S.H.I.E.L.D. had ordered Steve to turn in his shield and costume. He was no longer Captain America, he couldn't wear the A on his helmet, bear the stripes or the white star, not even wear a costume of similar colour. Above all that he had lost the shield, Tony made him a new one, but it had none of the branding. Wasp took her duties a step further, and designed a new uniform for Steve. She said he was still 'the Captain' when she presented him with the dark blue outfit, fitted with dark red stripes and a star on the chest and dark red boots and gloves.

'I may have been discharged, but I'm still a soldier,' he thought, looking at his reflection in the shield.

"Damn right you are Cap."

Steve focused, seeing someone stood behind him. He quickly spun around, but found nothing there, except for flickers of static volts.

Cap isn't a brute, he's a soldier. He doesn't know how to talk or rest, just how to fight. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Sure he'll rush into the fight, he'll throw a punch before he talks. But he is always fighting for what he believes in. That's the kind of leader people need, someone whose always going to believe in the fight.

There are things worth fighting for, freedom, understanding, our dreams. Charles Xavier has a dream, as flawed as the guy is, he believes well and truly that people can understand and accept one another. They just need that common ground sometimes.

"This is stupid," Logan growled.

"Shut up and pose Logan," Jean said.

Logan stood uncomfortably in his uniform, lining up with the other X-men. Kitty phased through the ceiling, landing beside Storm and crossing her arms with her.

"Vhy can we not just have the girls pose for photos?" Kurt asked.

"I'm up for that," Bobby said.

"No you two," Scott said, 'Although Jean would look great if she wore that...'

"Focus slim," Jean said, telepathically to her boyfriend.

"Come on guys, just a little closer, this camera hasn't got a big frame," the photographer said.

He was dressed in a grey and red costume. Placing the camera on a pedestal, he pushed the button, and with a flash the photo was taken.

"That was a waste of time," Logan growled.

"Hey, give feeling a chance sometimes Wolverine, you might be surprised."

The X-men, they are a family, they just need that push sometimes to keep them together. They need that reminder that they've been through too much to give up now.

Xavier Institute-Westchester

Charles Xavier and Jean Grey were the most powerful telepaths on the planet. They could sense thoughts, even the thoughts of the dying. With Cerebro, they could even detect the lingering will of the dead. But both were kept awake by something else entirely. Both telepaths were in their beds, thrashing around. Jean and Scott's room was shaking, the latter thrown out of the bed as Jean floated to the ceiling.

"What the hell's going on here?" Rogue asked, coming into the room with Ororo.

"Kitty get the professor," Scott commanded.

"There's a bit of a problem there Scotty, Charles is also screaming and shouting," Logan said.

The founder of the X-men's eyes glowed blue, whilst his adopted daughter's glowed yellow. They fell to the ground, both sweating and with looks of desperation across their faces. Using his telekinesis, Charles quickly moved to his crutches.

"Kurt, I need you to teleport Jean and I to Cerebro right away," he relayed to the blue furred boy.

First Kurt teleported into Jean's room, grabbing her shoulder before porting to Charles. The bald man took a hold of Kurt's outstretched hand. Within seconds the trio were in the spherical chamber that was Cerebro.

"Teleport outside Kurt, and do not let anyone come in, not so much as a knock on the door," Charles said.

"We need complete concentration," Jean elaborated.

Charles limped onto the chair, and put the signature helmet over his head. Jean joined their minds, linking herself to Cerebro through telepathy. As soon as Kurt teleported outside, confused just like the rest of the X-men, Charles started the machine. It thrummed to life, each wall panel glowing as psionic energy surged out of the telepaths.

"You felt it too right Charles, it wasn't just imagination right?" Jean asked her mentor, desperate for an explanation.

"No Jean, now focus, we need to reach out and pull him back," Charles said.

"Pull who back?"

"I don't know exactly, all I know is that he's someone important to us, perhaps important to the whole world," there was no confusion in Charles's eyes, only a look of sheer determination.

That determination surged through Jean as she focused. Her avatar form, a flaming phoenix flew onto the astral plane. Charles's own astral form, a warrior in gladiator styled armour, rode on top of the phoenix. Ribbons of dark energy blocked their path, but through the ribbons they saw something. The silhouette of a man.

You were so close Charles, if you can't help me escape, I don't know who can.

I've been drawn back to this place, to New York. Of course, all the big things happen in New York (don't know why). Although I can see why I've been drawn here, to watch Spider-man swing around. Back, and forth, back, and forth, one swing, flip, swing, flip then repeat. It actually gets kind of boring when you've seen it five times, soon to be a sixth...and there it is. But a lot of people dismiss Pete. Sure Cap may have come first, but he was on ice for a long time. Before the Ultimates came around, before the Fantastic four had their accident, hell even before the X-men were fighting for a world that hated and feared them, Peter was there. He was the first to put on the mask, the first to throw himself into action. Peter is the first marvel.

Peter had been swinging for hours. Wondering why he was bothering to wear the old costume. He landed on one of the rooftops overlooking times square. The people walking across the streets were moving as if everything was normal. But everything was different now, Peter felt like a man out of time. He recalled a conversation he had with Steve Rogers earlier that day, the advice the man gave him. He didn't appear to him as Captain America, not a costumed adventurer, but just a man in regular clothes, talking to someone like him.

"Don't put the suit back on," he told him. "Spider-man is dead, you should let him stay dead Peter, take a break from it until you're old enough and experienced enough to know what you're really getting into," Steve explained.

"All due respect Mr Rogers, but I died and came back, I have a pretty good idea of what I'm getting into, and before the Ultimates came I was on the streets, me, a fifteen year old kid on the streets doing what nobody else could because I could even though everyone was telling me I couldn't," Peter explained, and looking back on it he realised he was being disrespectful.

But lately, Peter had had trouble with his emotions, and he wasn't the only one. MJ had changed, she was more aggressive at home, and more possessive of him to. At least that had been what he had gotten from staying with her the other night, and from Aunt May's texts. He felt his phone vibrate, yet another text.

"When are you going to come back to the house, I've heard MJ screaming at her mom again."

"You're only worrying her more Peter, let her know you're safe!"

Two texts within a few seconds, sent by May.

"Peter please text me, let me know how you are."

The next one came from MJ, whom he had already told he was safe an hour ago. Peter peeled away his mask and let the air bat against his face. He died at fifteen, reborn at sixteen and nothing felt the same. May was more accepting of what he was doing, and MJ was the least accepting. They loved each other, but MJ seemed to want more than love now, she wanted utter devotion. Again Peter's phone rang, leading to him checking the ID, an unknown number. Lately he had been getting fans calling his phone, some were people looking to thank him, others were calling to insult and abuse him.

Peter had grown tired of both, he had gotten used to a world where very few people knew who he was. True, people knew his face, but he was just a boring face in a crowd before. Now people knew his name, he was a celebrity, on par with the Fantastic Four. But still he felt the need to wear the mask, as if it was his real face now. Ignoring the call, Peter put the phone back in his pocket and put the mask back on. He swung around for most of the day, stopped four criminals robbing an armoured truck and stayed out until night passed.

"Peter!"

He looked around for whoever had called out to him. The voice sounded incredibly close, but there was no one there, no one close enough to catch his attention.

'Come on Peter, don't be going crazy on me,' Peter thought.

"Peter!"

Again he heard that voice. Shaking his head, Peter fired another web line and swung off.

Okay that didn't go as I hoped. Hopefully the next one will be better. Well actually, the next guy I'm seeing isn't someone I was close to at all. Man, so this is what Namor gets up to on his days off, pining for Sue Storm. Oooh, now I'm in Latveria, I can tell by the snow and the feeling of depression all around. It's strange, there's a world where people love Doctor Doom, here, they'd be happy to see him gone. Case in point Doom bots patrolling the streets, last world I visited he kept them near the castle and actually employed human guards, I miss that marvellous world.

Doom sat on his throne, looking over the court of Latveria. The previous count had been overthrown and executed, and in that short time, Doom had dragged the Eastern European nation into the modern age. Hospitals, public transportation, a police unit that would never tire, and never answer to bribes, and more importantly, a military empowered by the perfect fusion of Atlantean technology, Earth science and magic. His Doombots all possessed his metallic face, and blasters capable of disintegrating matter, as well as intelligence as great as his, yet absolute loyalty to him.

The new ruler of Latveria nodded his head to his allies, people he had armed, members of the group Hydra. 'Cut off one head, two more take its place'. Doom was now one of those heads. His soldiers of Hydra wore the green uniform of the cult, with the yellow H on their chests. They raised their fists, hailing Hydra and himself. Then the door opened, and out strutted the other heads of Hydra. Head of the American street level branch, was a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, who recognised the corruption that existed within the Western culture, Grant Ward. The beautiful, green haired Madame Hydra, also known as Viper. From Japan came the current head of the Hand, the blindfolded mutant Gorgon. Then there were the blonde haired mutant twins and corporate leaders, Fenris.

"Welcome my friends, to what Hydra can represent, a new world, free of weakness and corruption," Doom said.

He stepped off of his throne and walked down the red carpet. The other Hydra heads followed him into his lab complex.

"The problem S.H.I.E.L.D. had with their attempts to recreate the super soldier serum, was that they were trying to recreate the super soldier serum," Doom said.

"Are you saying it was foolish of them to try?" Ward asked.

"Irskine's work was brilliant, but Rogers is no god, turn your attention to the testing area," Doom motioned to the said area, where two subjects had been hooked up to gurneys.

One was a blonde haired woman, thin, average, but weak in Doom's eyes. Her friend, a black haired, overweight woman struggled more against her bindings.

"Let me show you my version of project rebirth, a true rebirth," Doom said as he entered the room.

He took off his mask, releasing an incredible light. Both women screamed, their bodies beginning to change. The blonde haired woman's once thin arms began to expand, her muscles growing. Her friend screamed as her body shrunk, becoming athletic, making her fit perfectly into the one piece costume she wore. She looked at her perfectly toned thighs and let out a laugh, feeling power swell within her. Slowly, her skin began to glow, melting her bindings. Beside her, the blonde haired woman yelled, snapping the metal bindings off, flexing her muscles and standing proud.

"True rebirth, no longer where you the women you were, you have been reborn, Titania, the strongest woman on the planet, and Volcana, whom can burn whatever she chooses to ashes," Doom explained.

The heads of Hydra smiled, looking at the hulk like woman and her friend, whose body glowed white hot with plasma.

Doom, I figured he was prepping for a war, wait, what's this?

When the heads of Hydra had left, Doom watched Volcana and Titania train, one destroying doom bots with blasts, the other holding a machine that was gradually increasing its weight on her. He kept his arms crossed, calm, even as someone appeared behind him, in a surge of green light. She emerged from the portal she made, her body perfect, blonde haired almost shining. The energy warped around her, forming green clothing, trousers, a corset, arm bands and a cloak, and a crown around her head.

"Enchantress, come to check up on me?" Doom asked.

"You may be able to resist my charms Victor, but give me a few minutes to address your people, and I'll have them ripping this new world of yours apart," Amora of Asgard explained.

"Spare me your threats and posturing, I can undo what you create just as quickly, I am no longer merely a man now," Doom said.

"You still associate with those Hydra fools," she retorted.

"To achieve an end, they are simply one part of my plan Amora, they believe I am making super soldiers for them, the fools, those like Volcana and Titania will not be mere soldiers," Doom explained.

"What will they be then?" Amora asked, smirking as she leant on Doom's shoulder.

"Masters!"

Son of a bitch...actually it's no surprise really that he's going to stab Hydra in the back.

So I can see the possible future threats as well, but somehow Doom's not the real threat. Something worse is brewing, something darker.

Wait, is that, no it couldn't be but, that's impossible. What the hell is going on?

Sven Reilly kissed his son on the forehead. The baby child slept peacefully in his crib. In the opposite room, baby monitor close to her, was the love of Sven's life Faith. She too slept peacefully, a peace that had been hard earned. He smiled as he began walking down the stairs of his house. The garden was drab, lacking in plants. But there was a particularly dark spot, near a dead tree, which left an almost otherworldly shadow.

"I know you won't approve, and you'll even hate me for it, but that's okay, I hate myself," Sven muttered, talking to the ghostly apparition behind him.

It raised its hand, as if calling out to Sven as he walked towards the dead tree. He stepped into the darkness, black nailed hands caressed his face, belonging to a woman. She had a very sinister beauty to her, her dark hair covered half of her face, her eyes had dark rings around them. The woman wore a black outfit with green, armoured lines running over it, parts of her shoulders were exposed.

"I am ready, Hela," Sven said.

Hela, wait a minute, that isn't our Hela though.

"There will be no going back Sven Reilly," the goddess of death said.

"I know that, I did all of this for love, this is what I deserve for saving them," Sven lowered his head, refusing to look Hela in the eyes.

She lifted his head up, forcing him to look at her smirking face, before she pushed her lips against his. Hela gripped Sven's head tightly, deepening the passion of the kiss. Blackness spread from her lips, to around Sven's face, spreading even further around his body. When Hela separated her lips from his, he was enveloped in darkness, like a cocoon. A clawed, black gauntleted hand, suddenly burst from the cocoon and Hela smiled in joy.

"Arise, lord and master of darkness," she bowed and spoke out the name of the creature that emerged from the cocoon, "Onyx, the god of evil!"

Onyx, oh no, no, no, no, no NO! I can't stay here, and watch as the darkness spreads across my Earth. I won't stay here, I need to get back somehow, I need to get back.

The past

"So there you have it," Peter said, looking up at his costumed confidante.

"Jameson slanders you, Fury wants you to become his new Captain America when you're older, May kind of hates Spider-man and you're really struggling with work and paying bills, seems pretty standard, I don't see a problem with it," the young man explained.

"You don't see a problem with it, come on, there's obviously a problem," Peter retorted.

"Why, give it a chance Peter, you might be surprised by how much of it will surprise you. Jameson might come around someday, and if he doesn't, so what? There are a lot of other people who see and experience firsthand the good you do, the minority always seem to be the loudest. As for Fury's plan, I can think of worse things than getting the chance to ride with the best, clearly Fury thinks there's something special about you Peter, the same thing I see."

"What about my aunt?" Peter asked.

"Well that's a no brainer Pete, she's your aunt, she may react funny at first, but once she's taken a step back and thought about the things you've done, she'll be proud of you, like I am."

"You're embarrassing me..."

The present

Peter had stopped swinging, wanting time alone on a rooftop. He had his mask off, the rain batting on his face, and the lightning flashing in the sky. Again his phone beeped, another message from Aunt May encouraging him to come home. But he still felt like he had more to do. Standing up, Peter looked at his mask and then at the streets below.

"PETER!"

Again the lightning flashed, but this time, it slammed into the ground behind him. Peter turned to the light, shocked that his spider-sense wasn't going on. The voice continued to echoed, calling out his name. Slowly, the image became clearer, there was a person standing in the light. Peter narrowed his eyes, but soon widened them, recognising the blonde haired man standing in the portal. He was wearing a grey and red outfit, with a mask that exposed his mouth, eyes and hair.

"PETER!" he yelled.

"Who are you?" Peter whispered, as if he wasn't even talking to the man.

"You don't remember me, and that's fine, but I have to tell you, I have to warn you about what's coming Peter," the ghostly figured said. "Hydra's on the rise Peter, and Doom's building something in Latveria, but there's something darker working behind the scenes Pete. Talk to Professor X, he'll understand more. I'm sorry Peter, I'm so sorry I can't tell you more."

Tears ran down the young man's eyes as he smiled.

"I wish I could be there with you guys, but I'm being called back. Don't give up Peter, don't ever give up, and don't forget that you were the first Peter, thank you for being my hero Peter," the young man smiled as he closed his eyes.

The energy began to die down, just as the boy began to fade away. Peter looked down, a great sadness made his eyes well up. But then, his head popped up, and he threw his hand forward. He grabbed a hold of something, and began to pull. The light returned, and a great scheme echoed from the portal. Peter yelled, holding the arm of the ghostly young man, whose skin and costume became clearer and clearer. With a final pull, Peter yanked the costumed hero out of the light. They bashed against the floor, water drenching their costumes.

"Aeon, I remember, I don't know how, but I remember you, we fought the Green Goblin together, pranked the Kingpin, even teamed up with the X-men against the Reavers. Part of me is saying it never happened, but another part is saying it did," Peter explained.

"I'm back," Aeon gasped, looking at his surroundings, touching the rain water, tasting it in his mouth.

"That part also tells me that you're my friend, Sven Reilly," Peter said, taking a step forward and touching Aeon's shoulder.

"It is a really long story," Sven said.

"I'm trying to avoid going home," Peter admitted.

"It involves time travel, reality manipulation and a reboot."

"Nuff said!"

Both young men laughed, before a scream echoed in the streets below. Peter and Sven exchanged glances, the former putting on his mask.

"Shall we?" Spider-man asked.

"You'd needn't ask," Aeon grinned, before he jumped off the roof.

Spider-man shot out a web, swinging alongside the flying Aeon, both smiling as they swung into battle.

That's it, my long, and complicated origin. My name is Sven Reilly, AKA Aeon, one of the ultimate heroes of this world. This isn't the end though, in fact, it's only the beginning.

Next Aeon Rebirth

Hope everyone enjoyed the story, there will be an update tying up the Aeon in the Multiverse story, and showing how this story ties into the universe I built in the Scarlet Spider.

The next story in this series will see Aeon, Spidey and the X-men team up when something from a dark world comes, looking to drag Aeon back into the ghostly realm.