Supreme Avengers #2:
by BerserkerX
Avengers Assemble!... Part Two of ?
Part 2 - Assembling the Pieces
Trust Company Bank, New Jersey.
"Ok ma'am, for over 100 years, our name, our superior products and services, and our total commitment to our customers has remained constant. I assure you, we have done nothing to ruin your account," said the bank clerk to the beautiful woman.
The woman sighed and brushed a stray piece of silky black hair out of her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am," replied the clerk. "Now, do you need anything else?"
"No thank you," responded the lady as she walked away from the counter.
She, Betsy Braddock, whose appearance was quite appealing, began to walk at a brisk pace towards the entrance, while observing the entire bank. With long wavy black hair, and a look of a beautiful model, she held her head down, hoping to avoid the attention of the security guards. She wore attire suitable for a business meeting; a crisp white blouse, straight black slacks, and a long, pure wool peacoat of obvious quality and distinction. Her three-inch heels clicked softly on the bank's tiled floor, headed towards the exit. She glanced up at the door with hazel eyes, then slipped through it and heard it close behind her as she exited the bank's premises. She walked further away from the bank and hid behind a tree. " The moment she stepped out of the bank, she raised her right wrist up to her luscious lips and whispered, *Hey Janet, it's all clear, fly your tush inside.* She walked further away from the bank and behind a tree.
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*On the double!* shouted Janet with a cheery tone. Above the building, stood the figure of a woman that had the dimensions of an insect. She wasn't big at all, but as diminutive as a wasp. When she emerged from the air, she was supported with tiny wings that allowed her to fly. She had short black hair with bright cerulean eyes. Of course, her description would be quite difficult to view until she was at her normal size.
Janet Van Dyne leaped from the edge and fluttered her wings to carry herself into the front doors of the bank. This wasn't the first time she performed favors for her best friend, Betsy. It was a business. She needed to pay the bills and to survive. She had hacked several banks before, but this one, was one of the best and well, the hardest. Although she never really thought about the possibility of getting caught, she stepped up to the plate knowing that she was risking her life. Flying high atop the ceiling, Janet spotted the room with the high-tech vault. This vault was covered with security features and within seconds, it could alarm the police to arrive to the bank within seconds. The worst part about this was waiting for the arrival of the clerk to open the vault. The best part was the money. There. Wasp flew into the slightly opened vault door and whizzed a sharp left to avoid the clerk walking back out. *Betsy, I'm in. I need about 2 minutes. Make sure no one comes in. We have less then 5 minutes to get out of here with the money.*
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*Good.* replied Betsy. The moment she walked away from the tree, she looked like a new person. She was dressed in all black clothing and her face was covered with a black mask. She silently and stealthily crept up to the nearby wall and peeked at the security guard. Taking a quick glimpse, Betsy darted at the guard, and the moment she impacted with the guard, he dropped to the ground, lying there unconscious. Quickly, she gazed at the other guard, who was sitting at his chair behind the counter taking a bite of his donut. He hadn't noticed a thing that occurred before him. Betsy crawled up to the counter without making any sort of noise, leapt up at the guard, and kicked him in the face. As the desk guard sat there unconscious, Betsy had better things to do. She pulled out two pistols out from her back pant pockets and yelled out, "EVERYONE, DROP TO THE GROUND!"
All the people dropped to the ground in panic. Several screamed out in fear. The bank clerk hid underneath the desktop but Betsy spotted her. "GET UP NOW!" yelled Betsy at the bank clerk. "AND DROP THE PHONE!"
*How much more time do you need, Janet?
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Janet sat down at the high-tech computer, typing away. She had to unlock all of the passwords to open up the mainframe of the vault. Then after this process was completed, she had to use some of her inventory to bypass all of the security settings placed to alarm the police. And then, she must somehow hack into the secondary system and wait several seconds to crack the 1,300-digit password with the Cracker Program she had invented. Already typing away, she quickly finished her first objective. It took a total of 45 seconds to crack all of the necessary passwords. Hopping off the comfortable seat, she pulled out some items. Latching a nano-bomb against the outsides of the vault, she connected a plug into a metric device that would combine the liquid and nano-liquid, to create an explosion. This explosion would disintegrate anything the latch was placed on. Janet reduced herself to the microscopic size she was before and hid behind a large anti-nano shield. This way, she wouldn't be hit with anything that flew by. Once the lid blew, she grew to her normal size and jumped back on the computer. The second objective had blown open the vault but inside the vault was a super steel lock needed to open to get the money.
Suddenly a call came in, **How much more time do you need, Janet?**
*I don't know but this was a lot faster then I thought it would be. The police won't come in for another 3 minutes.* said Janet with a pleasing smile.
She sat there as her Crack Program went to work. 76 seconds remaining.
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*I thought you said we have more time?!* yelped Betsy.
**What do you mean? I still need 24 seconds.** shrieked Janet.
*They're here! Hurry up!* hollered Betsy.
Betsy dropped to a crouching position and stared outside to see S.H.I.E.L.D. ops dropping from helicopters.
*Janet, this isn't the police, IT'S THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT!*
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Finally, the vault lock had opened. Janet quickly went in and started to stuff a stack of money into her duffel bag. She quickly packed up and opened the outer vault door to get out.
"The f'n government?" screeched Janet. "Well, let's get out of here. I think there is a backdoor."
The both of them ran side by side and rushed through the backdoor. Leaving the back entrance, Janet glanced up and during that short moment, she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Betsy turned to see her good friend, with an arrow stuck to her head. Oh my god! She quickly shut the door, just quickly enough to avoid another arrow. She didn't see anyone at all. WHO ARE THESE GUYS!?
She stared at the entrance but knew they were covering the place. What am I going to do!? Quickly, she glanced at the backdoor and turned back to the entrance to see a man that appeared out of nowhere.
The man's teeth were as white as his silver-like hair, which was tied back into a ponytail. He bore a grim face and chuckled with a glistening smile that reached from ear to ear. He was built like the normal human man of his age, height, and build who engaged in intensive regular exercise.
Betsy was eyestruck, and within milliseconds, she layed on the ground, unconscious.
State Prison, New York.
The lone bottle sat on the table, the cap lying off to the side. A slender hand reached up for it, tried to grasp it, and missed. Instead, the hand grasped the tablecloth, and the bottle fell with it. It spilled out onto the marble floors below. The young, black-curly haired gentlemen reached for the bottle and grasped it.
"Damnit!" shouted Tony Stark. He quickly grabbed a dirty rag from the stand above and cleaned the spill up.
This rich man was placed in a large jail cell. Although he was sentenced to life in this, rather nice setting, he was given more freedom than any other of the convicts. This 6'1, 185 lbs. man had dark blue eyes that attracted most women. His black curley hair and stubborn attitude represented his Italian blood. This ruthless businessman who attempted to gain the best company organized crime can get him, did anything he could do to get his company booming with business. He destroyed other companies with the flick of his fingers and because of his evil acts; it ended up haunting him in the end. After several years of incredible success, he was given more freedom to do other things such as create inventions. He underwent on a special project but before completing several tasks, he was stopped at the hands of the government. The man's businesses were shut down and his life was considerably over.
"Tony!" called the obese guard. "Someone's here to see you."
"Alright." replied Tony. Stark quickly cleaned his cell, waiting for a friend of his, but wasn't prepared for someone he didn't know.
His eyes drifted up towards the man coming nearer to his cell. He was a tall, black man, dressed in a sharp, Armani suit. It was none other than Nick Fury. Fury pulled out a nearby chair and sat down as he faced Stark.
"Hey Tony, how's life in jail?" joked Fury as he smirked.
"Very funny, and who the hell are you?" responded Tony.
"The only person in the world that can get you out of here in a flash."
"Oh, really? and why would you want to do that?"
"You have two options. Life in jail or you finish up that special suit of yours and work for me to protect the world."
"Protect the world?! You have got to be kidding me...we aren't in little school...maybe you are, haha." Tony Stark began to laugh out loud.
"You think you're really funny, don't you?"
"Yeah, I'm really funny."
"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you'll get out of jail, somehow, someway. Well, as long as I'm the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., you won't take one fucking step out from your cell, except when you go out to take a shower. And then you'll drop the soap so bigger men can have a fun time with your "funny" ass. You're starting to piss me off. You're wasting my time too. I'm sick of rich assholes like you, matter of fact, I should pull a fucking gun and fire a bullet up your ass!"
"How many others have you visited today? And did you get the same from the others? Because looking at a black man like yourself, with an eyepatch makes me think, hmm, maybe he's just a hobo wanting my money."
Nick Fury pulled a 9MM gun from his back pocket and aimed at the head of Tony Stark. Tony looked for some protection by the guard but he was laughing his ass off, as he was enjoying it.
"How would you like a bullet up your ass?!" shouted Nick Fury.
"Oh, give me a break. This is all you got?" asked Tony Stark.
Fury walked up to the chained up Stark and slammed the butt of his gun into his nose. Stark bled from the nose immediately and fell to the ground, as the chair legs snapped. Tony screamed in pain as he held his nose in agony.
"You crazy bastard! I should sue your ass. Matter of fact, I wi--"
Fury picked Tony up and started slamming him into the wall. He pulled out his 9MM gun again and aimed at the rear end of Stark.
"One more word out of your mouth and you're going to regret it." said Fury with a positive tone.
Tony's face was covered in blood as it welled from his nostrils, "Fuck y--"
Fury smiled and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew from the gun and into Stark's ass.
"OH MY GOD! Jesus! FUCK! I can't believe you shot me, you fucking lunatic!"
"Now, let's work on your arms and legs," said Fury with confidence. "And maybe if you're lucky enough not to pass out, we just might have to go after your manhood."
"Wait!" Stark exclaimed with pain. "Fine, whatever the hell you want, just get me out of this hellhole."
State Insane Asylum, Salem, Oregon.
"Give it to me! Now! No! Don't! It's a secret! I swear! Please!! My head!!! It doesn't hurt! I swear! No, don't!"
Several mental doctors ran out and grabbed the old man. He was yelling at a baby doll whose head was ripped apart.
"Don't mind him," notified the psychiatrist. "Follow me, and don't touch anything."
Bruce Banner and Nick Fury nodded and continued to follow her. Bruce Banner was dressed in a nice tux along with a black, leather tie. His glasses were placed down nearer to the front of the nose. Nick Fury was dressed in something more rich, his dashing maroon suit was comfortable worn and the both of them walked side by side.
The psychiatrist regulated a normal pace throughout the entire walk throughout the hospital. There were about five hundred rooms that held mental patients in need of help. After several right turns, the three ended up at a dead end. At the end of the hall on the fourth floor, there was a room that held a special patient.
"Ok, here we are. Now please, do not touch any of her things, especially her paintings. I'll leave you two alone for a while. I'll be back in ten minutes." The psychiatrist left the hall.
"Ready, Mr. Banner?" asked Fury.
"Yes I am, Mr. Fury," replied Banner.
Natasha Alianovna Romanov sat freely on the floor, painting another piece of her artwork. Her auburn hair dangled to the sides of her shoulders as her green eyes focused towards the middle of her canvas. She was a very beautiful woman unlike her gruesome history. Once being a KGB officer with experience beyond most military officers, she retired and came to America. A few years later, she became crazy and killed her family and every neighbor down the entire street. She then ended up in a mental asylum, saving her from the death penalty. Now, she spends her time painting for enjoyment. That was until she was interrupted by two gentlemen, walking into the room.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Agent Fury and the infamous scientist, Bruce Banner."
"Director," informed Fury with a cocky tone.
"Oh...what did you do? Kill the director?" replied Natasha.
"Anyways," interrupted Banner. "Let's get down to the point. Natasha, we understand that you are one of the best. When it comes to fighting expertise and strategic abilities, you finely honed that area to perfection, and your use of weaponry, is beyond what we need. What we are asking is...to join our team."
"Your team? Team of what? I really don't have time for you fucks. Get the fuck out."
"Hold on," ordered Fury. "We...the fucks that you refer us to, would just like to let you know, that you have two more months left in this, crazy house, and then, after this time is gone, you'll be sentenced to a death penalty, and no lawyer in the entire fucking universe will get you out of this. Now, before you call me a fuck again, let me remind you, that if you turn this down...you are a stupid fuck and you'll never get any freetime to draw one of your stupid paintings again. Thank you for your time. Wait, let my friend here, ask you again."
Bruce Banner tried not to laugh out and asked his question, "Let me repeat, do you want to join our team?"
"Is there even a choice?" asked Natasha, knowing the answer.
Greater Faith Apostolic Church, South Dallas, Texas.
"GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BEG FOR YOUR LIFE!!!" screamed out the tall man with an angery tone. He was standing on a tall embankment, while the churchgoers were on the floors below.
All of the churchgoers dropped to their knees in fear except for one female.
"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID, YOU STUPID HUMAN!"
"I only believe in God. I don't care how badly you torture me, you lunatic. My faith..." said the woman until she was interrupted.
The man's large right hand slapped the woman's face. After his hand impacted with her face, she was driven back five feet into the wall. At 6 ft 7, he was a monster. If you were to place him next to a dirty blonde viking, they would look practically identical. With long, dirty-blonde, and braided hair, he was massively muscular with an articulate face. The goatee made him look scary, but the large hammer he held, made him look even scarier. The guy wore this god-like suit but nothing made him more of a god then his history. He forced Christians and Muslims to pray and love for him and most of all, to make them believe he was a god.
A man stood and screamed, "You aren't a God, you're a demon!"
"A demon, can't do this!" The tall man raised his hammer and from the skies above, a lightning struck the ceilings of the church and connected with the hammer. Suddenly an aura of lightning surrounded the hammer and rotated around the powerful weapon. The tall man roared out and flung his hammer towards his target, which struck the man with lightning and a few seconds later, the man disappeared upon sight. The tall man grabbed the hammer and attached his hammer into a scabbard which was placed on his back. Slowly, he levitated himself off the ground and held himself in midair.
"YOU WILL NOW NOT CALL ME GOD, BUT THOR!" commanded Thor.
The churchgoers not only feared this man but they were in awe. They had no choice but to believe.
Thor stuck his finger out and pointed to one man. "You REALLY believe I don't know what you are thinking?! Don't ever, EVER doubt my powers!"
Out of the corner of the church, was a man. He kindly interrupted, "Sir, I need to ask you a question, but I must keep it, a secret. Yes I do know that you know what I'm about to ask, but it would be an honor to say it into the ears of the almighty," said one man who wore a cloak. His face was covered by a hoody.
"Finally, someone brave enough to come out and demonstrate such motivation. Come forth." instructed Thor.
The cloaked man walked towards Thor and they were no where in comparison to size. The mysterious man's lips were an inch away from Thor's ears and began to whisper, "Well, I'd like to tell you..." The man extended his arms and attached a large, steel collar over his neck and finished his statement, "YOU AREN'T A FUCKING GOD, OR YOU WOULD'NT BOW BEFORE ME!"
Thor reached for his hammer but any movements that he initialized resulted in a 50,000 PSI shock. Thor immediately dropped to his knees and trembled in pain. The entire church was being surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers, helicopters, and most important of all, the director, Nick Fury. Fury threw off the cloak and revealed himself.
"Here's some fucking motivation!" shouted Fury as he kicked Thor in the abdominal area. "You will worship me now, you pathetic piece of shit. Take him to the compound!" ordered Fury to the soldiers.
Baltic Sea, Near Poland, Germany.
The captain sat at the front of the large German ship. He had decided to get away from the stress of everyday life and watched as his ship sailed across the green waters of the sea to the tropics. The breeze ran his fingers through his lengthy black hair, whipping it in every direction. The silver moon hung above the water, sending shards of light onto the glassy surface of the Baltic Sea. The long jacket that reached his knees flowed behind him.
"Captain!" yelled out a scout.
"Yes?" replied the captain.
The scout notified the captain as he whispered in his ears.
"Captain America?!" shouted the captain.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Unknown.
"Nick Fury, you won't believe this." conferred Bruce Banner.
"Did Monica Lewinsky seduce George Bush?" jokingly asked Nick Fury.
"No, actually...maybe, but thanks to technology, Captain America is unfrozen and very well alive."
"You've got to be shiting me," said Fury displaying a shocked expression.
***Two Hours Later***
Steve Rogers entered the headquarters with a confused facial expression. At 6'2", 240 lbs., this blonde-haired individual was the classic looking hero. In a white button-up t-shirt and nice bluish pants, the man was muscular and toned. Mostly, his bluish eyes told a lot about his background. He had been iced up for about 60 years. Around 60 years before, he had enlisted in the army and coming out top of his class, he was given an opportunity. Taking part in a special experiment, the soldier had the Super-Soldier serum within his body. With the Super-Soldier serum, he was the perfect soldier. The Super-Soldier formula that he had metabolized had enhanced all of his bodily functions to the peak of human efficiency. Notably, his body eliminated the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing poisons in his muscles, granting him phenomenal endurance.He was an ultimate fighter but he was created mainly to match the Red Skull, which was Germany's perfect soldier. Steve sacrificed his life to not only end the war, but to win it. Now he was cured and ready to protect the world once again, but WITHOUT the super serum. But still, although he had agreed the moment the question was asked, he needed questions answered.
Steve patiently awaited the director. Nick Fury walked in and nodded.
"A nigger!? Get the hell out!" exclaimed Rogers.
"I'm the director. This isn't the 1940s. This is 2004. World War II is over, and thanks to you, we won the war. There are no slaves...just to let you know." answered Nick.
Steve Rogers held his head in confusion and said, "Jesus, I've missed a whole hella lot. Please tell me Bucky is alive."
Nick stared into his eyes and released the sad info, "Sorry."
"Oh God," Rogers said soflty. A tear fell from his eyes and ran down his cheeks. "How?"
"The war was based on you and the Red Skull. And well, Bucky was your best friend. You may have forgotten, but we sent the both of you to kill off the Red Skull. Somehow, Bucky was held captive by him and you and the Red Skull battled. You ended up deep in the waters, unconscious. Bucky then sacrificed himself to destroy the Red Skull. While you were frozen in the Baltic Sea, the two of them died. I'm sorry."
"How do you f'n know? What now? Niggers know everything?!"
"You can stop representing me as a nigger. Anyways, we had a satellite. But we didn't know where the battle or where your body was located, until they found you."
"I don't know what to do, I don't have anything left...or anyone..," said Steve.
"Well, for one thing that you shouldn't do, is call blacks, niggers. These days, you'll get an ass whoopin, haha. But let me remind you one thing Steve, you have your country to protect," said Nick.
by BerserkerX
Avengers Assemble!... Part Two of ?
Part 2 - Assembling the Pieces
Trust Company Bank, New Jersey.
"Ok ma'am, for over 100 years, our name, our superior products and services, and our total commitment to our customers has remained constant. I assure you, we have done nothing to ruin your account," said the bank clerk to the beautiful woman.
The woman sighed and brushed a stray piece of silky black hair out of her eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am," replied the clerk. "Now, do you need anything else?"
"No thank you," responded the lady as she walked away from the counter.
She, Betsy Braddock, whose appearance was quite appealing, began to walk at a brisk pace towards the entrance, while observing the entire bank. With long wavy black hair, and a look of a beautiful model, she held her head down, hoping to avoid the attention of the security guards. She wore attire suitable for a business meeting; a crisp white blouse, straight black slacks, and a long, pure wool peacoat of obvious quality and distinction. Her three-inch heels clicked softly on the bank's tiled floor, headed towards the exit. She glanced up at the door with hazel eyes, then slipped through it and heard it close behind her as she exited the bank's premises. She walked further away from the bank and hid behind a tree. " The moment she stepped out of the bank, she raised her right wrist up to her luscious lips and whispered, *Hey Janet, it's all clear, fly your tush inside.* She walked further away from the bank and behind a tree.
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*On the double!* shouted Janet with a cheery tone. Above the building, stood the figure of a woman that had the dimensions of an insect. She wasn't big at all, but as diminutive as a wasp. When she emerged from the air, she was supported with tiny wings that allowed her to fly. She had short black hair with bright cerulean eyes. Of course, her description would be quite difficult to view until she was at her normal size.
Janet Van Dyne leaped from the edge and fluttered her wings to carry herself into the front doors of the bank. This wasn't the first time she performed favors for her best friend, Betsy. It was a business. She needed to pay the bills and to survive. She had hacked several banks before, but this one, was one of the best and well, the hardest. Although she never really thought about the possibility of getting caught, she stepped up to the plate knowing that she was risking her life. Flying high atop the ceiling, Janet spotted the room with the high-tech vault. This vault was covered with security features and within seconds, it could alarm the police to arrive to the bank within seconds. The worst part about this was waiting for the arrival of the clerk to open the vault. The best part was the money. There. Wasp flew into the slightly opened vault door and whizzed a sharp left to avoid the clerk walking back out. *Betsy, I'm in. I need about 2 minutes. Make sure no one comes in. We have less then 5 minutes to get out of here with the money.*
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*Good.* replied Betsy. The moment she walked away from the tree, she looked like a new person. She was dressed in all black clothing and her face was covered with a black mask. She silently and stealthily crept up to the nearby wall and peeked at the security guard. Taking a quick glimpse, Betsy darted at the guard, and the moment she impacted with the guard, he dropped to the ground, lying there unconscious. Quickly, she gazed at the other guard, who was sitting at his chair behind the counter taking a bite of his donut. He hadn't noticed a thing that occurred before him. Betsy crawled up to the counter without making any sort of noise, leapt up at the guard, and kicked him in the face. As the desk guard sat there unconscious, Betsy had better things to do. She pulled out two pistols out from her back pant pockets and yelled out, "EVERYONE, DROP TO THE GROUND!"
All the people dropped to the ground in panic. Several screamed out in fear. The bank clerk hid underneath the desktop but Betsy spotted her. "GET UP NOW!" yelled Betsy at the bank clerk. "AND DROP THE PHONE!"
*How much more time do you need, Janet?
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Janet sat down at the high-tech computer, typing away. She had to unlock all of the passwords to open up the mainframe of the vault. Then after this process was completed, she had to use some of her inventory to bypass all of the security settings placed to alarm the police. And then, she must somehow hack into the secondary system and wait several seconds to crack the 1,300-digit password with the Cracker Program she had invented. Already typing away, she quickly finished her first objective. It took a total of 45 seconds to crack all of the necessary passwords. Hopping off the comfortable seat, she pulled out some items. Latching a nano-bomb against the outsides of the vault, she connected a plug into a metric device that would combine the liquid and nano-liquid, to create an explosion. This explosion would disintegrate anything the latch was placed on. Janet reduced herself to the microscopic size she was before and hid behind a large anti-nano shield. This way, she wouldn't be hit with anything that flew by. Once the lid blew, she grew to her normal size and jumped back on the computer. The second objective had blown open the vault but inside the vault was a super steel lock needed to open to get the money.
Suddenly a call came in, **How much more time do you need, Janet?**
*I don't know but this was a lot faster then I thought it would be. The police won't come in for another 3 minutes.* said Janet with a pleasing smile.
She sat there as her Crack Program went to work. 76 seconds remaining.
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*I thought you said we have more time?!* yelped Betsy.
**What do you mean? I still need 24 seconds.** shrieked Janet.
*They're here! Hurry up!* hollered Betsy.
Betsy dropped to a crouching position and stared outside to see S.H.I.E.L.D. ops dropping from helicopters.
*Janet, this isn't the police, IT'S THE FUCKING GOVERNMENT!*
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Finally, the vault lock had opened. Janet quickly went in and started to stuff a stack of money into her duffel bag. She quickly packed up and opened the outer vault door to get out.
"The f'n government?" screeched Janet. "Well, let's get out of here. I think there is a backdoor."
The both of them ran side by side and rushed through the backdoor. Leaving the back entrance, Janet glanced up and during that short moment, she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Betsy turned to see her good friend, with an arrow stuck to her head. Oh my god! She quickly shut the door, just quickly enough to avoid another arrow. She didn't see anyone at all. WHO ARE THESE GUYS!?
She stared at the entrance but knew they were covering the place. What am I going to do!? Quickly, she glanced at the backdoor and turned back to the entrance to see a man that appeared out of nowhere.
The man's teeth were as white as his silver-like hair, which was tied back into a ponytail. He bore a grim face and chuckled with a glistening smile that reached from ear to ear. He was built like the normal human man of his age, height, and build who engaged in intensive regular exercise.
Betsy was eyestruck, and within milliseconds, she layed on the ground, unconscious.
State Prison, New York.
The lone bottle sat on the table, the cap lying off to the side. A slender hand reached up for it, tried to grasp it, and missed. Instead, the hand grasped the tablecloth, and the bottle fell with it. It spilled out onto the marble floors below. The young, black-curly haired gentlemen reached for the bottle and grasped it.
"Damnit!" shouted Tony Stark. He quickly grabbed a dirty rag from the stand above and cleaned the spill up.
This rich man was placed in a large jail cell. Although he was sentenced to life in this, rather nice setting, he was given more freedom than any other of the convicts. This 6'1, 185 lbs. man had dark blue eyes that attracted most women. His black curley hair and stubborn attitude represented his Italian blood. This ruthless businessman who attempted to gain the best company organized crime can get him, did anything he could do to get his company booming with business. He destroyed other companies with the flick of his fingers and because of his evil acts; it ended up haunting him in the end. After several years of incredible success, he was given more freedom to do other things such as create inventions. He underwent on a special project but before completing several tasks, he was stopped at the hands of the government. The man's businesses were shut down and his life was considerably over.
"Tony!" called the obese guard. "Someone's here to see you."
"Alright." replied Tony. Stark quickly cleaned his cell, waiting for a friend of his, but wasn't prepared for someone he didn't know.
His eyes drifted up towards the man coming nearer to his cell. He was a tall, black man, dressed in a sharp, Armani suit. It was none other than Nick Fury. Fury pulled out a nearby chair and sat down as he faced Stark.
"Hey Tony, how's life in jail?" joked Fury as he smirked.
"Very funny, and who the hell are you?" responded Tony.
"The only person in the world that can get you out of here in a flash."
"Oh, really? and why would you want to do that?"
"You have two options. Life in jail or you finish up that special suit of yours and work for me to protect the world."
"Protect the world?! You have got to be kidding me...we aren't in little school...maybe you are, haha." Tony Stark began to laugh out loud.
"You think you're really funny, don't you?"
"Yeah, I'm really funny."
"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking you'll get out of jail, somehow, someway. Well, as long as I'm the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., you won't take one fucking step out from your cell, except when you go out to take a shower. And then you'll drop the soap so bigger men can have a fun time with your "funny" ass. You're starting to piss me off. You're wasting my time too. I'm sick of rich assholes like you, matter of fact, I should pull a fucking gun and fire a bullet up your ass!"
"How many others have you visited today? And did you get the same from the others? Because looking at a black man like yourself, with an eyepatch makes me think, hmm, maybe he's just a hobo wanting my money."
Nick Fury pulled a 9MM gun from his back pocket and aimed at the head of Tony Stark. Tony looked for some protection by the guard but he was laughing his ass off, as he was enjoying it.
"How would you like a bullet up your ass?!" shouted Nick Fury.
"Oh, give me a break. This is all you got?" asked Tony Stark.
Fury walked up to the chained up Stark and slammed the butt of his gun into his nose. Stark bled from the nose immediately and fell to the ground, as the chair legs snapped. Tony screamed in pain as he held his nose in agony.
"You crazy bastard! I should sue your ass. Matter of fact, I wi--"
Fury picked Tony up and started slamming him into the wall. He pulled out his 9MM gun again and aimed at the rear end of Stark.
"One more word out of your mouth and you're going to regret it." said Fury with a positive tone.
Tony's face was covered in blood as it welled from his nostrils, "Fuck y--"
Fury smiled and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew from the gun and into Stark's ass.
"OH MY GOD! Jesus! FUCK! I can't believe you shot me, you fucking lunatic!"
"Now, let's work on your arms and legs," said Fury with confidence. "And maybe if you're lucky enough not to pass out, we just might have to go after your manhood."
"Wait!" Stark exclaimed with pain. "Fine, whatever the hell you want, just get me out of this hellhole."
State Insane Asylum, Salem, Oregon.
"Give it to me! Now! No! Don't! It's a secret! I swear! Please!! My head!!! It doesn't hurt! I swear! No, don't!"
Several mental doctors ran out and grabbed the old man. He was yelling at a baby doll whose head was ripped apart.
"Don't mind him," notified the psychiatrist. "Follow me, and don't touch anything."
Bruce Banner and Nick Fury nodded and continued to follow her. Bruce Banner was dressed in a nice tux along with a black, leather tie. His glasses were placed down nearer to the front of the nose. Nick Fury was dressed in something more rich, his dashing maroon suit was comfortable worn and the both of them walked side by side.
The psychiatrist regulated a normal pace throughout the entire walk throughout the hospital. There were about five hundred rooms that held mental patients in need of help. After several right turns, the three ended up at a dead end. At the end of the hall on the fourth floor, there was a room that held a special patient.
"Ok, here we are. Now please, do not touch any of her things, especially her paintings. I'll leave you two alone for a while. I'll be back in ten minutes." The psychiatrist left the hall.
"Ready, Mr. Banner?" asked Fury.
"Yes I am, Mr. Fury," replied Banner.
Natasha Alianovna Romanov sat freely on the floor, painting another piece of her artwork. Her auburn hair dangled to the sides of her shoulders as her green eyes focused towards the middle of her canvas. She was a very beautiful woman unlike her gruesome history. Once being a KGB officer with experience beyond most military officers, she retired and came to America. A few years later, she became crazy and killed her family and every neighbor down the entire street. She then ended up in a mental asylum, saving her from the death penalty. Now, she spends her time painting for enjoyment. That was until she was interrupted by two gentlemen, walking into the room.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Agent Fury and the infamous scientist, Bruce Banner."
"Director," informed Fury with a cocky tone.
"Oh...what did you do? Kill the director?" replied Natasha.
"Anyways," interrupted Banner. "Let's get down to the point. Natasha, we understand that you are one of the best. When it comes to fighting expertise and strategic abilities, you finely honed that area to perfection, and your use of weaponry, is beyond what we need. What we are asking is...to join our team."
"Your team? Team of what? I really don't have time for you fucks. Get the fuck out."
"Hold on," ordered Fury. "We...the fucks that you refer us to, would just like to let you know, that you have two more months left in this, crazy house, and then, after this time is gone, you'll be sentenced to a death penalty, and no lawyer in the entire fucking universe will get you out of this. Now, before you call me a fuck again, let me remind you, that if you turn this down...you are a stupid fuck and you'll never get any freetime to draw one of your stupid paintings again. Thank you for your time. Wait, let my friend here, ask you again."
Bruce Banner tried not to laugh out and asked his question, "Let me repeat, do you want to join our team?"
"Is there even a choice?" asked Natasha, knowing the answer.
Greater Faith Apostolic Church, South Dallas, Texas.
"GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BEG FOR YOUR LIFE!!!" screamed out the tall man with an angery tone. He was standing on a tall embankment, while the churchgoers were on the floors below.
All of the churchgoers dropped to their knees in fear except for one female.
"DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID, YOU STUPID HUMAN!"
"I only believe in God. I don't care how badly you torture me, you lunatic. My faith..." said the woman until she was interrupted.
The man's large right hand slapped the woman's face. After his hand impacted with her face, she was driven back five feet into the wall. At 6 ft 7, he was a monster. If you were to place him next to a dirty blonde viking, they would look practically identical. With long, dirty-blonde, and braided hair, he was massively muscular with an articulate face. The goatee made him look scary, but the large hammer he held, made him look even scarier. The guy wore this god-like suit but nothing made him more of a god then his history. He forced Christians and Muslims to pray and love for him and most of all, to make them believe he was a god.
A man stood and screamed, "You aren't a God, you're a demon!"
"A demon, can't do this!" The tall man raised his hammer and from the skies above, a lightning struck the ceilings of the church and connected with the hammer. Suddenly an aura of lightning surrounded the hammer and rotated around the powerful weapon. The tall man roared out and flung his hammer towards his target, which struck the man with lightning and a few seconds later, the man disappeared upon sight. The tall man grabbed the hammer and attached his hammer into a scabbard which was placed on his back. Slowly, he levitated himself off the ground and held himself in midair.
"YOU WILL NOW NOT CALL ME GOD, BUT THOR!" commanded Thor.
The churchgoers not only feared this man but they were in awe. They had no choice but to believe.
Thor stuck his finger out and pointed to one man. "You REALLY believe I don't know what you are thinking?! Don't ever, EVER doubt my powers!"
Out of the corner of the church, was a man. He kindly interrupted, "Sir, I need to ask you a question, but I must keep it, a secret. Yes I do know that you know what I'm about to ask, but it would be an honor to say it into the ears of the almighty," said one man who wore a cloak. His face was covered by a hoody.
"Finally, someone brave enough to come out and demonstrate such motivation. Come forth." instructed Thor.
The cloaked man walked towards Thor and they were no where in comparison to size. The mysterious man's lips were an inch away from Thor's ears and began to whisper, "Well, I'd like to tell you..." The man extended his arms and attached a large, steel collar over his neck and finished his statement, "YOU AREN'T A FUCKING GOD, OR YOU WOULD'NT BOW BEFORE ME!"
Thor reached for his hammer but any movements that he initialized resulted in a 50,000 PSI shock. Thor immediately dropped to his knees and trembled in pain. The entire church was being surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D. soldiers, helicopters, and most important of all, the director, Nick Fury. Fury threw off the cloak and revealed himself.
"Here's some fucking motivation!" shouted Fury as he kicked Thor in the abdominal area. "You will worship me now, you pathetic piece of shit. Take him to the compound!" ordered Fury to the soldiers.
Baltic Sea, Near Poland, Germany.
The captain sat at the front of the large German ship. He had decided to get away from the stress of everyday life and watched as his ship sailed across the green waters of the sea to the tropics. The breeze ran his fingers through his lengthy black hair, whipping it in every direction. The silver moon hung above the water, sending shards of light onto the glassy surface of the Baltic Sea. The long jacket that reached his knees flowed behind him.
"Captain!" yelled out a scout.
"Yes?" replied the captain.
The scout notified the captain as he whispered in his ears.
"Captain America?!" shouted the captain.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Unknown.
"Nick Fury, you won't believe this." conferred Bruce Banner.
"Did Monica Lewinsky seduce George Bush?" jokingly asked Nick Fury.
"No, actually...maybe, but thanks to technology, Captain America is unfrozen and very well alive."
"You've got to be shiting me," said Fury displaying a shocked expression.
***Two Hours Later***
Steve Rogers entered the headquarters with a confused facial expression. At 6'2", 240 lbs., this blonde-haired individual was the classic looking hero. In a white button-up t-shirt and nice bluish pants, the man was muscular and toned. Mostly, his bluish eyes told a lot about his background. He had been iced up for about 60 years. Around 60 years before, he had enlisted in the army and coming out top of his class, he was given an opportunity. Taking part in a special experiment, the soldier had the Super-Soldier serum within his body. With the Super-Soldier serum, he was the perfect soldier. The Super-Soldier formula that he had metabolized had enhanced all of his bodily functions to the peak of human efficiency. Notably, his body eliminated the excessive build-up of fatigue-producing poisons in his muscles, granting him phenomenal endurance.He was an ultimate fighter but he was created mainly to match the Red Skull, which was Germany's perfect soldier. Steve sacrificed his life to not only end the war, but to win it. Now he was cured and ready to protect the world once again, but WITHOUT the super serum. But still, although he had agreed the moment the question was asked, he needed questions answered.
Steve patiently awaited the director. Nick Fury walked in and nodded.
"A nigger!? Get the hell out!" exclaimed Rogers.
"I'm the director. This isn't the 1940s. This is 2004. World War II is over, and thanks to you, we won the war. There are no slaves...just to let you know." answered Nick.
Steve Rogers held his head in confusion and said, "Jesus, I've missed a whole hella lot. Please tell me Bucky is alive."
Nick stared into his eyes and released the sad info, "Sorry."
"Oh God," Rogers said soflty. A tear fell from his eyes and ran down his cheeks. "How?"
"The war was based on you and the Red Skull. And well, Bucky was your best friend. You may have forgotten, but we sent the both of you to kill off the Red Skull. Somehow, Bucky was held captive by him and you and the Red Skull battled. You ended up deep in the waters, unconscious. Bucky then sacrificed himself to destroy the Red Skull. While you were frozen in the Baltic Sea, the two of them died. I'm sorry."
"How do you f'n know? What now? Niggers know everything?!"
"You can stop representing me as a nigger. Anyways, we had a satellite. But we didn't know where the battle or where your body was located, until they found you."
"I don't know what to do, I don't have anything left...or anyone..," said Steve.
"Well, for one thing that you shouldn't do, is call blacks, niggers. These days, you'll get an ass whoopin, haha. But let me remind you one thing Steve, you have your country to protect," said Nick.