Disclaimer: Kim Possible and all characters portrayed and/or implied inside that television animated program belong solely unto Walt Disney Productions.
X-Men, created by Stan Lea and Jack Kirby, and published by Marvel Comics.
A host of other villains appear: Ra's al Ghoul from Batman Series; Tony Stark (Iron Man), Captain America, Thor, and Hawkeye, from Avengers, created by Stan Lea and Jack Kirby, also published by Marvel Comics; Spider-Man, created by Stan Lea and Steve Ditko, and expanded by Brian Michael Bandis, and published by Marvel Comics under The Ultimate Spider-Man, along with Villains, Modok and Doctor Octopus, Otto Octavius.
S.H.I.E.L.D. created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, published by Marvel Comics.
Walking Into The Devil's Den
Kim materializes amidst Ra's al Ghoul's private living quarters. Private guards descend up the gold tone intruder from all angles. Ninja stars, spikes, poison darts; all projectiles simply pass through, like an evil spirit. And yet, she had both form and substance. Their swords and other weapons shatter like glass, even with the slightest strikes. Laser didn't slow and bullets simply dissolved in thin air. All the while, she maintained her steady approach cachinnating over their futile efforts.
Ra's meets her sneer. He raises his hand. All warriors fall back clearing a path. Ra's stands up ever so slowly. For dramatics, she presumed. Not showing any sign of intimidation. He draws his katana eyeing her harder, while descending his throne, and boasting, "I think, Pretender, you'll learn. This one," he hoists his blade high, "isn't as brittle as theirs".
"Yea, yea, it's an enchanted blade," she shatters his veneer of invincibility. "Forged in Vantu's holy temple, consecrated in the waters of separation, and endowed with his holy essence and consecrated by being bathed in Vantu's own blood during the autumn equinox eons ago".
"How?" He stops cold, two steps short of the bottom. "How can you possibly know this?"
"Simple, Mortal..."
"Mortal?"
"Haven't your figured out my real identity yet? I figured, above everyone else on this miserably rock, you'd know my true identity. Global Justice, S.H.I.E.L.D., and everyone else thinks I'm human, Jean Grey and that sap, Wolverine's accursed spawn. Truth is, I'm neither human, mutant, or alien. I'm so much more, Mortal".
"And what would that be?" He eyes her uncomfortably along with his men.
"I'm a goddess, born and bred. Full Blood".
Ra's didn't believe a word. He grits his teeth sharply. "How dare you mock me?" He cries with feral rage. His men scatter in every direction. Ra's strikes with much ferocity. His blade meets hers only to shatter into a million pieces. Ancient energies purl all around them. His enchanted blade dissolves into empty space.
"Aconasema's the name," she displays her own enchanted blade, which absorbs his blade's mystical energies with ease, glowing blood red.
His eyes palpate in pure terror. Mind scarcely processing what his eyes see. Ra's prostrates himself bewailing, "Mars-soule's Blood Reaper Blade".
"So, you've heard of my father's sword".
"Raja…"
"My father".
"He forged that mystic blade for his beloved".
"My mother," Dragon Phoenix sneers over his reaction. "Phoenicia's her name, or the Phoenix Force as you mortals know her".
"I'm sorry I doubted your word, Holy One," Ra's apologizes.
"It's okay," she snarls, waving her hands as if sparing his miserable life. "I came here for one reason, and it wasn't to kill you".
"And why would that be, Aconasema?"
"I know you have contracts on Scorpio, Gemini, the Senors".
"Yes".
"Cancel them, Ra's".
"Why?"
"Do it, or I cancel you. I have other uses for them. That's all you need know".
"It shall be done, Aconasema," he touches his forehead unto the pavement, and when he looked back up, she was gone.
Back Home
"Give'm hell, Girl," Wolverine hoists his fists high in the air.
"Logan!"
"Sorry, Professor".
"What're you so happy about?" Hanna points towards the monitor. "She just denied being yours".
Wolverine glances around. It was only them. Sentient guards had already removed the Possible twins, Senors, and Drakken, leaving only Shego. He wasn't sure why his daughter trusted her. He wouldn't. "Of course, she did," he explains her reasoning. "By doing that, she canceled the contract over us. Later, we can return unto our lives".
"Brother, what do you think?" Hannah debates Kim's actions. The intent behind them.
"I honestly don't know what to think, Sis," Ron emulates her concern. That wasn't the Kim he knew and loved. "She shouldn't have so easily rattled a master of assassins, let alone have him worshiping her. That was sick and wrong on so many levels".
"Say what you want," Wolverine defends her actions, "she's trying to stop the killings".
"Stop them?" James snorts, aghast by her actions.
Anne clarifies her husband's point counter arguing, "Didn't she say earlier, she intended on starting a civil war amidst Hydra's factions and allies?"
"Only temporarily," he denigrates the seriousness of her actions.
"Logan, there's no such thing as a temporary war," Professor X denounces this course of action. "Hard feelings linger, and will inevitably lead unto more conflicts, maybe even more wars, later".
"I agree, Professor," Wolverine shocks him. Completely.
"You do?" He snaps his head in surprise. "Then, why're you defending her actions?"
"Look, Chuck, I mean no you disrespect," he sighs, keeping his temper in check. "These people can judge us, until hell freezes over. We wouldn't give a damn. You should know better, My Friend. She didn't have your refined upbringing. Her parents weren't there. I didn't know she existed. Her mother was dead. She wasn't taught right and wrong, civility, or when killing is or isn't necessary.
You heard her earlier. Ra's al Ghoul trained her in espionage and assassination. I don't know if she's even aware yet. Those men didn't randomly attack her and her adoptive mother. She'd already received considerable physical League training. Being violently raped and watching her family slowly die, and knowing there wasn't anything she could do to help save them, that was supposed to be part of her mental conditioning. Just so they could shatter her psyche and rebuild the ultimate warrior.
So, yes. I agree, her actions are deplorable. It wasn't that long ago. I was in her same position. Very unscrupulous people exploited me into doing their vile deeds, all the while, sitting in judgment over me. They condemned my every action, spouting things like common decency. What I didn't realize? That, too, was part of my own conditioning, like some rat in its masters' private maze.
I became so vengeful. I'd rather kill than tolerate them any longer. That was when the military lost control over Weapon X. You see, I know how she feels. I, too, am an outcast. Feared by humans and despised among my fellow mutants, mostly over what I've done in the past. Against humans and my own kind. That was why I really became a loner, not trusting anyone, human or mutant. I'd rather live among animals than people. In my mind, they were more civil towards their own kind. And then, something happened I never thought possible in a million years, Professor".
"What was that, Old Friend?"
"I met you, Professor," he caresses his mentor's shoulder. "You, too, shared my tormentors' high ideals. However, unlike them, you didn't judge me at every turn. Show her the same consideration. That's all I ask. From all of you. It's nigh to impossible to reclaim your humanity once you've lost touch with it. It must be doubly hard, if you never knew it existed, as in her case. So, forgive her if she doesn't handle this situation like you think a civilized person should.
Be thankful. She's saving lives the best way she knows how. And besides, it's the first step to her reclaiming her humanity, something she desperately needs, considering how powerful she is. I warn you all. And you'd best heed me. Rebuke her too sharply, when she's trying so hard to do good. God help us, if she cracks.
You feared Weapon X for good reason. I haven't suffered anything like her. Break her spirit, while so vulnerable and still trying to do good. And you might create another Darkseid, Dormammu, or worse," he says his peace, and storms out, before he alienates his mentor or teammates any further.
Everyone else stood speechless. Shocked, that was the most he'd spoken in any single moment since they'd met. What shocked them most? He spoke in this mutant's defense. All contemplates their actions ramifications, turning this powerful mutant into a Darkseid, or Dormammu.
Loud and Clear
Back at the Americas' Hydra's HQ.
"Richter, get in here," Strucker summons his right hand man.
It'd only been 36-hours since his release, or so his boss thought. He stayed terrified he'd find out his complicity, somehow, someway. Mason Von Richter ambles into his boss' office without a care, closes the door behind himself, and salutes his boss, "Hail, Supreme Hydra".
"Sit, My Friend," Struckers gestures towards a chair. "I have some distressing news".
His mind kicked into overdrive replaying worst to best case scenarios, devising believable covers for each, if asked. Only, his boss never asks a single question. He simply points the remote turning up the television's volume.
A curvaceous African-American woman in halter, heels, and plaid skirt appears on screen. Her eyes deep-set and voice marred with grief, "At exactly 2:15 p.m., this afternoon, a mere 30-minutes ago, this young woman plunged unto her death from atop the FBI's New York field office. The victim's name was Emily Drabber, personal secretary..."
"Oh, no," Richter drops his head.
"So," Strucker mutes the television, "there was more between you two, than mere handler and asset".
"Yes, Sir," he sniffles. "You have no reason to believe me. But, I'll say it anyway. I never told her anything about Hydra or my work here. She did, though, share INTEL with me about on-going FBI investigations involving our operations".
"Oh, I believe you," Strucker chuckles. "That little filly had spirit. Hell, she even stood up to me".
"She did?"
"For you, My Friend," Strucker extols her loyalty. "Told me, kill her if I must, she'd have her say. She wanted to speak in your defense. And she did". He turns the volume back up.
"A security camera caught this grainy image near Stairwell-D, leading onto the roof, less than two minutes, before Miss Drabber soared off the roof plunging unto her death below. Digital enhancement shows her perpetrator being this yet unidentified man". The image clears up before their eyes.
Von Richter immediately recognizes his partner in this conspiracy. He jumps up and turns around. Arms raised high. Fists bawled up tight. Tears streaming down both cheeks. "Scorpio," he screams his double-crossing partner's name.
There was little doubt about the assassin's identity. Scorpio waited until his co-conspirator heard about his whore's death. Anticipating, Richter would scream his name. That was the perfect time to set a lasting example. A .50 BMG round shatters his 45th story window, boring a hole through Richter's heart, spraying blood over the television's now crepitating husk and back wall.
Scorpio didn't stop there. Strucker schemed this whole scenario. To steal his empire. And their allies. He'd deal with him, first. He'd then eliminate them, one-by-one. He couldn't forget his actions. Strucker sent this spy, making a fool of him. No one does that unto Scropio. 50 BMGs kept coming, drilling holes in his desk's top, even the walls and floor roundabout. Strucker crawls through the carnage pressing a button under his desk.
Reverse polarized titanium blast proof shielding drops over his missing office windows. He knew, this countermeasure wouldn't last long under this firepower. Strucker dashes towards yanking open his office door. A .50 BMG round pierces the armor 30-seconds later barely missing vital anatomy, and lodging in the doorjamb. He dives over his secretary's desk taking cover beside her.
The shots cease, and shooter disappears amidst a bustling city, having delivered his/her intended message, loud and clear.
Omega-Red
Dr. Director and Will Du sat across the table from Nick Fury and Black Widow, locked inside S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Level-10 Omega Situation Room.
"Dr. Ito, what'd you discover after examining this syntho-Shego, as Agent Knight called it?" Fury opens the floor.
Dr. Nobu Ito became S.H.I.E.L.D.'s chief cyberneticist after Dr. Warshire's murder. He clears his throat nervously, elucidating, "Dr. Warshire, my predecessor, noted it probably built by Dr. Drakken. So, I studied Global Justice's Psy-base". That was a special database where specialists within every known and theoretical field of science debates these madmen's inventions, and how authorities might nullify or at least minimize their weapon's effectiveness".
"We already know what it is, Doctor," Fury hurries things along, quickly growing impatient. "Just tell me, if you can, who built the damn thing?"
"Built would be the wrong term here, Director. Drakken clearly built this synthodrone. However, it was considerably upgraded by Modok".
"Modok?" Fury growls.
"Are you sure?" Dr. Director demands the scientist's confirmation.
"Positive, Madam Director," he assures her. "Oh, he tried to duplicate this Drakken's work, but failed miserably. "His detail to planning came through, where he reoriented the drone's design ever so slightly, but still noticeable. This Drakken's initial design was so slipshod. I'm surprised he managed to invent something so impressive".
"You have no idea. He's a blue skinned nut..."
"Will, that's enough".
"Sorry, Director," he drops his assessment.
"A history there?"
"Like the commander elaborated, Director Fury, Drakken is always ranting about one thing or another. His green skinned partner, named Shego, was Agent Possible's nemesis for years".
"Shego?" Fury crinkles his mouth. "I heard about her. Plasma, right?"
"Super strength, super speed, and agility, too," Du shares that last part.
"Agent Possible was the only person I ever met, who fought that woman to a standstill. Shego's an Omega-class felon, classified as a Beta threat, because she was indolent, and content to follow her idiot boss' every whim. Her true joy is life is fighting Agent Possible".
"Anything else, Doctor?"
"Yes, Director, there is," Dr. Ito's confidence wavers a bit. He avoided direct eye contact. That worried Fury and Dr. Director. "Why? I can't imagine. Modok conscripted Myles Daley's help..."
"VP of HenchCo? That Myles Daley?" Will Du blurts in complete shock.
"The same".
"And how'd you link him unto these stolen synthodrones?"
"HenchCo's secret parts inventory".
Dr. Ito cringes over all his boss yelling at once, "What!?"
"Just how'd you obtain their secret inventory?" Dr. Director slams down both hands demanding a straight answer. "Global Justice lost nearly four dozen agents trying to obtain that list. But, we always failed. Miserably".
"Dragon Phoenix gave the list unto Agent Knight. And she passed it along unto me, Ma'am," he avoids her piercing stare.
"This mutant's starting to chap me in all the wrong places," Dr. Direct slams her fist against the table.
"Me, too," Fury shares her frustrations. "You can't possibly imagine how much trouble she stirred up while 'clearing' my name with my Oversight Committee". He couldn't acknowledge S.H.I.E.L.D.'s own Shadow Committee exited with outsider's present.
"The hell I can't," Dr. Director scoffs, caring less about their Shadow Committee. "Simply disproving my superiors' charges against me wasn't enough. She also ruffled quite a few feathers in the process. My bosses can't touch her…"
"Now they're setting their sights on you, seeking your head on a pike, right?" Fury japes.
"More literal, than figurative, Director Fury".
Fury nods with a scoffing sigh. His superiors wanted the same.
Hell's Fury
"Director Fury," the helicarrier's AI interrupts this briefing, "you have a Directorate 5 emergency call on Situation Room Line #3".
"Roxy, what's the problem?"
"Switch on the situation room's TV and tune into Channel 13".
He does. A middle-aged oriental woman wearing a gold sequined short-sleeve mini-dress appears on screen reporting, "Six hours ago, Matthew Lorenzo, Field Director of the FBI's New York Branch, his private secretary, Emily Drabber, plunged off his building to her death. Some speculate…".
Fury mutes the television shouting, "You called me...for this".
"Not that, Director," she assures him. "Just keep watching".
He unmutes the television, turning up the volume. "...An FBI source leaked this photo..."
"What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?" Fury yells, recognizing his baby brother.
"No joke, Sir. Just keep watching".
Fury growls under his breath. He felt like a dog led about by his leash.
"...Apparently, security cameras caught this unnamed suspect near Stairwell-D, leading onto the roof, near, where, just moments before Miss Drabber plummeted unto her death. An hour later, traffic cams caught him near yet another murder scene, where he gunned down Mason Von Richter, the bodyguard of Ryedahl Media, Inc. CEO, Heratio Schmitz. Inside his boss' office".
"Roxy, get three XC-7 teams over there now".
"XC-7, Sir? Are you sure, Director?"
"Positive," he leaves no doubt. "That mutant's behind this. She may not have pulled the trigger. You can bet she's pulling the strings behind the scenes".
"We'll lock down the scene, Sir, and assume control over this investigation".
"Maybe Sturcker's still there?"
"If we're lucky".
"I did say, maybe, Roxy," Fury laughs, mutes the telecast and signs off.
Specter Soft
Two file folders plops down atop their conference table amidst all the excitement. "Here you go, both of you," a voice reaches above the chaos.
Caught off guard, Fury and Black Widow jump up drawing their P30s whirling this way and that. Hearing a disembodied voice, but seeing no one. At least not physically.
Dr. Director draws her .45 and Will Du, his .357.
All their effort greeted with condescending laughter, "Foolish mortals, you still think you can match my power. I, Aconasema, will prove her greatness. Just open your folders, and you'll all see who's really behind this insanity".
"From your brother, Dr. Director".
"Yours, too, Fury," she singles them out.
"Study the materials well, lackeys," she belittles Will Du and Black Widow.
"Why should we?" Black Widow and Will Du snap indignantly.
"Your bosses will need your help, very soon. War's coming," her patronizing laughter bruises their egos.
Dr. Director and Fury suppress their own bitterness better spouting, "What war?"
"Civil War," she responds dryly.
"She can't be serious? Can she, Director Fury?"
"Black Widow, I don't put anything past this mutant," Dr. Directors nods in agreement.
"Pathetic mortals," Aconasema demeans them. "Will you ever learn? I'm not human, mutant, or alien. I'm Aconasema".
"Where are you?" Dr. Director demands.
"Show yourself. Now," Fury issues his own.
"It's not time. Yet. You'll see me. Soon enough. First, you should really investigate Hydra's latest front, Genormic-8 Research, in Frankfurt, Germany. Beware who you trust, while you probe this company. Hydra has moles high in the Federal Defense Force (Military Police), MFE, GSG-9, even the BPOL (Federal Police). One wrong move and they'll have that place clean before your people get there. Remember. You'll see me. Soon enough," her voice fades into a subtle whisper. "Bye".
Wolverine wearing a stealth suit kills the recording, right before Luna auto-beamed him off the helicarrier and back onto their Martian base.
"Do you...?"
"Believe me, Commander, she'll do that plus more," Dr. Director silences his questions. She tears open her envelope, dumping its content. Several photos drift onto the table. She immediately recognizes every leading suspect in this on-going case.
Baron Wolfgang Von Strucker (Supreme Hydra over the Americas and surrounding territories), along with his flunky, Mason Von Richter.
She even finds something she didn't expect. Several photos document Emily Drabber, the young secretary murdered only hours ago, kissing Von Richter.
Gemini's photo meeting with Von Richter proved this mutant's allegations against her brother.
Fury opens his envelope. Two photos corroborate Dr. It's suspicions. Doctor Octopus and Modok (Supreme Hydras over Europe), Scorpio (Supreme Hydra over the Philippines), weren't simply persons of interest anymore.
Fury pales, seeing their associate's picture, Ra's al Ghoul, leader of the League of Assassins. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. failed to locate and shut down this mass murderer's school. He also discovers a list, along with pics, names, ranks, assigned departments, even the dates Saran recruited each agent into Hydra's cell operating within S.H.I.E.L.D.'s infrastructure.
"I'll be damned," he swears.
"Something wrong, Director?"
"Wrong? No, well, maybe," he hesitates, studying his list.
"Let me guess," Dr. Director explains his aberrant reaction, "she supplied you with every double agent's name, rank, department, and date of recruited, along with who within your organization recruited them, correct?"
"Yea," Fury nods. "Did she do the same for you?"
"Yea," Dr. Director nods back. "It'd seem, Loretta Croft is Hydra's chief recruiter within Global Justice. This mutant provided me with the same info as you.
Fury stares reminiscently at this file. So many S.H.I.E.L.D. agents gave their lives infiltrating this organization. And none came up with anything close unto this. "Where'd she even acquire half this stuff?"
"Here, this might quench your curiosity," Dr. Director produces a typeset sticky note.
"In case you're curious, you can thank Jack Hench, Saran Maddox, the Hydra Four…"
"Hydra Four? They vanished off the helicarrier without a trace. We suspected a mole helped them escape".
"Well, we know now, they didn't escape. She took them into custody, and interrogate them. Only God knows what shape they're in," Dr. Director identifies with his frustrations. She continues with the note, "…Senor Senor, and others, who're my prisoners. Where? You'd never believe me, if I told you. So, I won't even bother. All I will say is, happy hunting, Brave Ones".
"Oh, great," Fury gripes aloud, "she thinks this is some kind of African jungle safari".
"What'd you really expect? She's a goddess, raised by assassins".
Rebuking didn't work. She switches gears. "Commander, really," Dr. Director shames him openly.
"Yes, Ma'am," he apologizes, changing the subject fast. "What do we do now, Director?"
"Find this mutant, and stop her," Dr. Director quips.
"And if we can't?" Black Widow tests this situation's volatility.
"We get ready," Fury eyes her coldly. "War's coming. And we must be ready. This mutant's about to bathe this world in blood".
Well, I haven't lost any other readers, but haven't gained any new ones either. So, I added amore spice and diversity into my story. I can only hope those following my story like the change. Plase let me know, drop me a line, my version of Call Me, Beep Me. LOL.