Hey guys. This is . As you might've noticed. This is just the first scene of my other story 'you'll do'. Well, looking back I noticed that it was a very long short story. Gotta love oxymoron's. My favorite is jumbo shrimp. Anyway. I've decided to cut that story down, turning each scene into a chapter on its own.

Oh, and yes. This is just the first of many AU stories I'm calling the 'marco-verse'. Okay, full disclosure. Its a working title. If you've got something better I'd be more than happy to change the name.

To be clear, the early stories- this one included- are just me getting my feel for it. That means that I'll be using the marvel method when it comes to villains. An OC that will show up and die in their opening film/ chapter. Wanna keep my options open for the cannon characters.

Enjoy.

Necromaster

Chapter 1- Dragons

The sky was on fire.

It was also green. Not yellow, or orange, or red or look in anyway how fire was supposed to look. It was an unnatural rotten emerald. As if anything that touched this infernal inferno would simply cease to be instead of burn to ashes. At the heart of this sky held blaze was a dragon. A dragon the size of a castle, a battleship. A vessel made for war. Its wings the size of sails. Its horns were spikes. Its teeth were daggers and its claws were spears. Its eyes were melted gold in a feline frame. Its scales were worn, rotted, and gray as they covered its body.

The malicious monstrosity was covered in rows of red flames.

It wasn't everything the beast was trying to destroy, but one thing. One tiny, annoying and dangerous as all hell thing. Another dragon. One no larger than a unicorn and had wheels for feet. It wasn't just avoiding the jets of green flame but outright flying circles around it, fighting back the whole time. Blasting balls of blue blaze and streams of red fire.

The monstrous beast, for all its strength and power was helpless to defend itself. That was until the beast engulfed itself in its own green inferno, forcing the much smaller dragon to break off its attack. After the emerald embers died away, the scarlet fires were smothered by the smoke.

It was far from over. The Beast was far from full strength and was showing it. Where there was once rows of red flames were now lines of burned black scales that were falling away like rain, leaving behind only charred and smoking raw meat. As it panted in the sky the beast saw its smaller adversary charging again. Looking around best it could, the beast spotted what it needed, its golden eyes glowered before roaring an emerald blaze at the smaller dragon... and turning around then flying away.

The dragoncycle wasn't far behind and catching up fast, but then openings suddenly appeared under and in-between the beast's wings before the same green flames erupted out, shooting the beast forward like a rocket. The dragoncycle was no match and was quickly falling behind. The beast smiled in triumph as it turned toward its prize and readied another blast as it approached- but suddenly the beast's golden eyes turned a sickly green, the same as its flames.

Just as the dragoncycle was about to give up its chase the beast turned around and gave a mocking taunt to its pursuer before using the same back jets to punch straight up into the sky. The dragoncycle tilted its head at this before fallowing. As it rose higher and higher the beast gathered its breath to its limit for one last storm of green hellfire. Though, when the beast peeked behind to judge its target, it discovered the dragoncycle was all but sitting on its tail. The beast tried to evade but it was too late. The dragoncycle bathed the beast's wings in bright scarlet scorn, burning away the fleshy membrane in a crimson inferno.

It didn't take long. Soon enough the beast stayed afloat only by its back jets, but the great dragon needed to breath. The beast's eyes green glow faded back to they're natural golden hue. The look of surprise on its face shifted to fear before it could blink and then despair soon after as its jet's fire failed and the beast fell... and crashed. Crashed into the same place it tried to lure the dragoncycle.

The dragoncycle itself stayed in the sky, staring down at the burning emerald flames that was once the great dragon, seeing the green embers morph into natural yellow fire and spread. Looking around, both the dragoncycle and its rider could see the beast had landed smack dab in the center of a large valley that was miles wide, miles wide of nothing but death. The grass, the wheat, the everything was brown, dry, and lifeless. It wasn't just the valley. The forest surrounding it. Tree's of all kinds.

Empty.

Cold.

Dead.

No sign of life.

That was until the Dragoncycle and its rider heard lighting, lighting on the ground. Turning over, the duo saw a single green flame in the graveyard below. Far from where the great dragon ever flew.

The rider looked behind where the great dragon had crashed and died. The now natural yellow flames had consumed what was left of the giant lizard's body and was quickly spreading into the valley around it. The rider glared at what he knew would come, but before he could do anything another clap of thunder from the graveyard demanded his attention. Turning back, the rider narrowed his eyes at the lone figure. With a ready smile, the rider grabbed his dragoncycle's horns and flew down toward his enemy.

It didn't take long. The dragoncycle was fast, even for its own kind and the graveyard wasn't far away. As the rider approached he could see that the figure was clad in dark green, the only notable thing about the figure was the ball of green flames held in his hand that matched the beast's, using it as a pilot light for the rider.

Getting closer the rider noticed it wasn't just a graveyard but a walled off cemetery. At the far end was a small temple turned to ruins, barely holding together. Three decrepit mausoleums and six surviving saint statues were spread evenly through out its walls, with rows upon rows of gravestones dotting the interior. The only clear point to land was the courtyard at the heart of it all, which the figure was pointing at the rider to land. The rider grew a daring grin as he accepted the figure's challenge.

Landing dead center in the cemetery, the rider could better see the figure. The rider's enemy was an ordinary man of middling height with gray hair, gray-green eyes, pale skin and a smile that could chill a volcano as he wore a Victorian era double breasted green suit of a nobleman. A small golden dagger clipped to his belt. Below him was a structure of three slabs of diagonally placed stone, all pointed at the center which the figure stood on. Forcing the rider too look up at him as the figure looked down, superior and smug. The rider's grin widened, showing his teeth to this host of death before whispering something into his dragoncycle's ear.

"So." The figure spoke, his voice calm and poised. Even casually friendly, but clearly full of inhuman rage. "What brings you to my latest summer home?"

"I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd pay my respects." The rider answered as he hopped off his dragoncycle and onto the hard dirt below him, his voice equally casual, if more cocky. "That's' quite the guard dog you have there... or did."

"Yes." The figure looked to where the beast landed and back to the rider. "It wanted to lure you over there. Any idea as to why?"

"Fire. Dry everything. Sky full of smoke." The rider shrugged. "The dragons wouldn't have minded but I still need to breath."

"Ah," The figure nodded before shaking his head. "A bit desperate."

"Desperate and smart." The rider eyed the figure, his voice growing more serious as he lowered his hood. The rider's eyes and hair were a matching warm dark brown. He was musclebound with tanned skin the color of copper and a daring smile that could light up a room with a little dot under his right eye. The rider wore a battle scarred black jacket with its sleeves rolled up, his toned torso and arms open to the world. A good pair of tattered trousers, charred combat boots, and a silver-steel broadsword handing off his back. All tied together with what looked like the remains of a torn red cloak hanging off his shoulders. "If you let it fight for itself, it might've won."

"Well, as I live and breath." The figure's lips creaked in a way that was only technically a smile. "If its not the man, the myth, the legend. Marco Diaz."

"Huh." Marco tilted his head at the figure. "Didn't know I was so famous."