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Chapter one

Namor

            The Atlantean king sato n his throne in the kingdom of atlantis wearing an oxygen mask. Of course he's always been able to breathe under water, but he requires two hours of oxygen a day, otherwise he could go a little… 'cuckoo'. Something he's been known to do. Namor has changed since the war. He had long black hair with white streaks, and a new Queen. Sue didn't love Namor, she loved Reed. Namor knew this, and yes, it hurt, but he loved Sue, and he had grown attached to young Franklin.. His time was up, he took off the oxygen mask and stood up. He walked into a small laboratory, where a paralyzed ant man was working with Tony Stark. They had helped fery much in the war, they had made many hi-tech weapons, and Tony had invented the small device that allowed the mutants and many of the other 'super-heroes' to breathe under water. Young Artie Maddicks ran to Dr. Pym and hopped in his lap and projected an image of plate full of food with his mind, while rubbing his stomach. Dr. Pym lost the use of his legs in a fight with the Red Skull, he had never been the same since, but when he adopted Artie, he gained the will to live again. Namor of course is the last person you woulld expect to open his home to others, but the war had changed them, it changed them all really… Namor just nodded to them and continued on into a luxurious Bedroom, Sue was sitting in the corner with a vacant look on her face holding franklin who was sleeping quietly, "Hello Reed… I mean… I… I'm sorry Namor…" She said with a tear rolling down her cheek, Namor nodded and placed a hand on her shoulder, "It's alright, my love…" Namor sighed and walked away, Sue hated to break Namor's heart, but her heart belonged to Reed Richards, she though he was dead, but there was part of her that knew he was still alive, somewhere. But Namor was a good father, he played with Franklin, Reed was sometimes too into his work to even notice him, but he loved Franklin too. She set franklin down gently in his crip and sobbed silently.

The Avenging Angel

            Warren Worthington III no longer existed. All that was left is the Avenging Angel. After Warren Worthington lost all his money at the beginning of WWIII, he became depressed, even tried to kill himself, but then after becoming the avenging angel he found himself happier than he's ever been, and with New York… All of the US being under Nazi control, hate crimes were happening everywhere. Warren soared through the sky ripping down large banners with the Red Skull's insignia as he went along. He soared down and landed on a small building watching below as two men beaing Swastika's were trying to rip off a young homeless girls clothes, Warren couldn't make out what they were saying, but it didn't take a genius to tell what they were doing, Warren flew down kicking one man in the face, "Run!" the young girl ran off, dropping her necklace, bearing a golden star of david, as warren turned around he was punched in the face by the second man as he pulled out a gun. Just when Warren thought it was over a woman in a back suit kicked the man in the back of the head, knocking him unconcious. The woman helped him up, she had long with hair and a black mask, "Well, hello handsome." Warren shook her hand, "Thank you… They call me the Avenging Angel…" the woman smiled, "They call me the Black Cat, maybe I'll see you again sometime." She ran off as Warren Picked up the Star of David the young girl dropped. He flew into the air and saw the girl still running a few blocks away, he flew after her, "Wait!" he landed right behind her, "You dropped this," he said hand her the necklace, "What's your name?" The girl smiled, "Oh! Thank you! My name is Kitty, who are you?" Warren just smiled, "You can call me the Avenging Angel." Kitty smiled, "Well hopefully if we meet again it will be under better circumstances? It was very nice to meet you but I must be going." She smiled and ran off going straight through the wall of an abandoned warehouse, this is no shock though, Mutant were a common site and well appreciated by the Nazi's who would… 'recruit' mutants for their Army. Warren flew into the air, heading home. His home being a small run-down theatre he used the last of his money to buy.

The Red Skull

            The Red Skull walked into a small room making sure no one was looking, he closed the door behind him and kneeled down, "The army is doing better than ever, master." A large dark shadowy figure stood up, "Good, very good. You make me proud. We will launch our secret weapon a week from today." The Red Skull nodded, "Yes, master…"

A/N: To be continued! Dontcha just hate that? Oh well, you'll just have to wait! Please R&R!