A giant monster was rampaging around New York City. It was some kind of massive black scorpion. So big it dwarfed cars and buses, filling up the streets of New York as it sent the people fleeing in terror. Worse, New York had no superhero to defend it. The local police and authorities were hopelessly outmatched, their bullets and weapons doing nothing to penetrate its hard armor like skin. The police did the only thing they could do. They called the NSA, asking them to dispatch a government signed hero.

The NSA answered their call, and after evaluating the situation they immediately decided on the best course of action. Something that would surely save the city from the scorpion before it could cause more damage.

The H-Bomb.

So they sent a plane that would reach the city within the hour. The H-bomb was housed within, prepared to drop it onto the beast. The police were ordered to evacuate the area as best they could. The plane eventually reached the city, the pilot's immediately spotting the creature from the air. He took a breath as he prepared to drop the H-bomb.

"H-bomb away," he said as he opened the hatch and let it fall. The H-bomb fell through the air and straight down, gaining speed as it approached the middle of the scorpion's back.

It collided with it. The scorpion let out a loud screech of pain as the H-bomb drove it into the ground, making it's legs give out from under it as the impact let loose a massive shockwave from the force of the impact. And just like that it was dead. The police and the citizens stared at the lifeless body of the scorpion before watching as something leapt off of it's back.

To their astonishment and disbelief...it was a man. The man was tall and quite muscular, with broad shoulders, massive biceps, and rippling pectorals. He had strawberry blonde hair and wore leather armor, sandal, with a blue cape. The man dusted off his hands before looking to the crowd gathered who were all staring at him in shock. The man placed his hands on his hips and put on a smile. He cleared his throat before taking a breath. "Fear not citizens. For I have defeated the monster," he called out aloud.

"Now if you'll excuse me I'll just-" he paused to leapt over the monster, easily clearing a few hundred foot gap as he landed at it's tail end. He walked to the very tip of the tail. He rubbed his hands together before wrapping his strong hands around it. His hand sank into the scorpions skin before with a grunt and a might throw he sent it flying into the distance. The people all gaped, mouths hanging, minds blown as they watched the colossal beast get sent flying out toward the ocean like it were nothing.

"All in a day's work for true hero," the man called out jovially.

He nodded to them all, and with his work concluded he bent his legs and leapt. People watched as he leapt high enough to clear sky scrapers before he disappeared from sight. The man sighed, smiling at a good day's work before waiting atop a building. Soon enough a helicopter appeared overhead. He smiled and stood up as the hatch opened to be greeted by his team. He leapt up and into it.

The members of his team patted him on the back and congratulated him.

"Good job Hercules," the leader, John Smith said with a nod. Hercules nodded back as they flew over the city and back to HQ.

The man, though man wasn't quite fitting to someone like him, was known as Hercules. He was the NSA's most powerful super. Stronger than any they had ever encountered. And as his namesake suggested he claimed to be the Hercules of Greek myth and legends, the son of Zeus, slayer of the Hydra, and greatest hero the world had ever known during his era.

But most people just thought he was a lunatic.

While his strength was without question, the possibility that he was some sort of demigod, many found hard to believe. But while the NSA simply believed him to be a powerful super they knew they could use him. Thus whenever they found themselves unable to handle a creature, or super, they'd send him in. And so far no force, monster or man, had been enough to surmount his unbelievable power.

"So son of Zeus, looks like we have some Sons of Hades activity," Smith told him. Hercules narrowed his eyes. The man had a serious bone to pick with that particular cult. And they with him.

"Well let's go," Hercules said as he pounded a fist into his palm.

His team and friends and laughed and nodded in agreement before heading toward more trouble.


new chap.

Atom King: while I don't approve of his language, Deadpool is correct. In a scenario akin to Civil War, Jack woud more likely be Captain America as he's more rebellious and free spirited, wheras Hicup would be Iron Man as he is more open to compromise and trying to be rational and see things from another perspective.

LegoPercyJackson: British characters...yeah. I think I could do that. One Robin Hood chapter coming up soon. Also I never saw the Bee movie.

Ryan: Thank you