Supreme Avengers #3:
by BerserkerX
Avengers Assemble!... Part Three of ?
Part 3 - Relationships
Avenger's Mansion, Manhattan, New York.
After a day of recruiting the new members, Nick Fury decided to create a home for his team. On that exact day, a team of professional workers from the government, created a gigantic mansion. There were hundreds of rooms within this mansion that could house thousands of individuals. It was not only gigantic but also incredibly secure. There are three stories going up and there were three levels underground as well. There was the third-floor, second-floor, grounds and main floor, basement, sub-basement level one, and two. Each level had it's own specialty. Six gigantic levels that held gigantic rooms will now be a place for this team to live in.
The Avenger's Mansion is surrounded on three sides by a twelve-foot high concrete and reinforced steel wall, with a steel fence along Fifth Avenue. The yard, doors, and windows all have numerous surveillance systems to ascertain the identities of all visitors and detainment devices to intercept unauthorized personnel. Visitors seeking entrance to the mansion are screened at the front gate. The garden and patio in the backyard have sufficient foliage to afford Avengers a fair degree of outdoor privacy. The main floor of the mansion contains no materials vital to the Avengers' security or functions and thus is occasionally opened to the public for press conferences and social functions. If by any chance there were trespassers, they would be immediately eliminated upon sight. If by any chance any personnel were to bypass the devices, the exact time you were to walk over a certain boundary, a S.H.I.E.L.D army force would be on your tail. Luckily, the mansion will know each member's DNA, which allows them to walk in and out like a piece of cake. Their identification gave them access to the gates and even the private and secret rooms throughout the mansion.
Once you walk through the entrance, there would be a long hall of our American hero's pictures on the wall. This hall led to another hall. The first room on the left was Nick Fury's. It could be called his room, but it was more of an office for him to work in. This is the place where he mostly contacted other associates. Along the hall, is also a kitchen for Jarvis, library for research, dining room for a place to eat, and a conference room for the public. The rest of the doors lead to two elevators. Each elevator went to each of the levels. Private quarters for any Avenger who requests them comprise the entire second floor of the mansion. And finally, the third, or top floor held the hangar facility and landing runway for the jets and planes flown. The third floor also contained computerized navigation radars and communications. The lower levels held recreational, training, and medical facilities. From gymnasium, pool, steam bath, game room, combat simulation room for training purposes, cryogenic storage area, meeting room, computer lab, containment room, to even a submarine tunnel, the lower grounds were hooked. Basically, "gigantic" fit the description of the Avenger's Mansion.
Meeting Room, Main Floor, Avengers Mansion.
Nick Fury popped open the lighter and lit one of the many cigars that he owned. He placed the cigar between his lips and towards the left side of his mouth, as he bit down on the very edge. Slowly, he took a deep drag, inhaling with pleasure, thinking it was about time he had a smoke. Fury then glanced at the new members, that he had earlier captured and he was having a riot.
Exhaling slowly through his nostrils, he began to speak, "Well, let me restore your brain cells a little bit and rightfully inform myself. I am Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you will be working for me, whether you like it or not. I don't want to come off hard, but most of you here, should be sentenced to death for what you have done in the past, but luckily, you were actually good at something for a change, to where I'll need you to help me, protect the world. Now that I have gotten that off the bat, any questions?"
Fury stood at the very end of the large and rectangular table that seated up to 20 people. To his left, starting from the ones closest to him were Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha, and Tony Stark respectively. To his right, were Betty Ross, Bruce Banner, Janet, and Betsy respectively. Standing behind him, was Pietro Maximoff and Clint Barton, the two who had taken out the thieves earlier.
"What exactly are we protecting the world from? The big bad wolf? The boogeyman?" asked Tony Stark as he chuckled aloud.
"Well," said Bruce. "We aren't exactly going after robbers and regular criminals. We are protecting the world from possible threats such as the uprising mutants or humans partaking up on super serums and genetic testing. We want to keep the world safe and nothing is better than having a team of..."
"Idiots?" said Tony in a smart alleck tone.
"Hey Tony, how about you stop acting like a smart ass," said Betsy, releasing her anger after Bruce was finished talking.
"Calm down, Betsy," said Janet, trying to bring the tension down a bit.
"No!" yelled Betsy. "I had enough of him the whole plane ride here!"
"My god, am I back in high school again?" asked Natasha.
"Ok, how about we reduce the yelling and utilize a friendly conversation," interrupted Steve.
"That might be what you did in Vietnam, but not now, pretty boy," said Betsy.
"You mean World War II, idiot," answered Natasha, rolling her eyes.
"Excuse me, Mrs. History Lesson," said Betsy.
"Wow, if you died your hair blonde, NO ONE would notice," suggested Stark to Betsy.
Thor remained quiet and the two behind Fury began to chuckle at the new "team". Bruce was ashamed to be in the room and Betty placed her hand over her mouth, ready to release a giant laugh.
"Ok, stop!" commanded Fury. "Wow, you guys see each other one hour, and you're already going to tear each others' heads off! Now before someone dies, let me evaluate new codenames for the each of you. From now on, outside of this mansion, you will call each other by codenames and not your real names."
"Codenames?!" publicized Stark. "You've got to be kidding me."
"How about we call Tony, Dumbass!" suggested Betsy.
"Betsy, you know why we should name you PMS? Because Mad Cow Disease is already taken." said Tony smirking a bit.
"Anyways, Steve, you're codename is Captain America, of course, Thor is Thor, Janet is Wasp, Betsy is Psylocke, Natasha is Black Widow, and Tony is Iron Man." consulted Fury to the group. "Oh, also, let me introduce you guys to Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, Pietro Maximoff, aka Quicksilver, and to my right, Betty Ross, your intellectual medical doctor and Bruce Banner, our wise psychiatrist and mastermind."
"Oh my god, that's the guy that put an arrow through my head," said Janet, referring to Hawkeye.
"Yeah, and I see why Pietro is called Quicksilver, haha, at least they won't be going after us anymore," said Betsy.
"Maybe in the future," enlightened Hawkeye as he smiled.
"Ok, well, we all will be attending in a Press Conference for the public later today. I expect all of you to remember your codenames by then and for some of you, I hope you reach adulthood," alarmed Nick Fury.
Medical Facility, Sub-Basement Level 1, Avengers Mansion.
"So, this was your idea?" asked Betty Ross revealing her beautiful teeth. Her black hair dangled over her green eyes. Her presence was dashing; dressed in a white nurse-like suit, her skirt came down just above her knees. Slowly, she removed a thick piece of hair from her eyes.
"No, actually it was Reed's. Why? You think it was foolish of Fury to go along with it?" answered Banner trying not to stare into her eyes. He stared at the floor a little bit and looked up every once in a while.
"No way, Reed, really?...actually, other than that rich fellow and the thief, I think it's going to go well," replied Betty who was pretty shocked. "So what's up? You've been a little busy lately."
"Yeah, I never have time to do anything anymore," said Banner.
"Well, when you do, you know where I'll be," winked Betty. "And I won't be at the Press Conference, I'm just their medical doctor, nothing special."
"Betty, you are special," smiled Bruce. "Don't ever forget that."
Combat Simulation Room, Sub-Basement Level 1, Avengers Mansion.
The Combat Simulation Room had the appearance of nothingness. The only thing floating around, or what seemed to be floating around, was a white glow. The moment Captain America stepped into the room, it was as if he had never seen anything like it.
"Hey Cap!" called Bruce Banner, appearing out of nowhere. "So how do you like it?"
"If I remember the sign out there correctly, it said Combat Simulation Room," Cap said.
"Well, this is more complicated than it looks. First you need to call out certain codes and than, because of its vast extent of information, you call out a certain timeframe and then you suddenly view a setting like no other. The Combat Simulation Room is a heavily reinforced area in which various robotic devices simulating humanoid and mechanical attacks can be engaged for training purposes. If you want to take out dinosaurs, it can do that too. The Combat Room is monitored and programmed by the mansion's main computer system but the nearest system is right up above." displayed Bruce.
"Computer, open up mainframe," ordered Bruce.
Suddenly, the vast white glow disappeared in one area situated up above. A ten foot glass was shown and inside was a computer system.
"Computer, centralize system 40DZ8," ordered Bruce.
The settings changed drastically. All of a sudden, a forest developed out of nowhere, eliminating the white glow. The weather was very dry and cloudy. Captain America and Bruce Banner stood amongst hundreds of little spiders with sharp fangs and deadly spikes. They were everywhere and leapt five feet above the air. The both of them started to back away until ten of them attacked Bruce Banner. He dropped to the ground and his body disappeared as the spiders dived onto him. As the spiders slowly began to crawl off the body, the body had completely disappeared. Only the remnants of his blood were left, as it was being sucked up by the remaining spiders.
"Banner!" shouted Steve as he slowly backed off a bit. "Holy shit!"
Steve was dressed in regular apparel; a button-up t-shirt and black pants and he had left his shield in his room. He dropped to a military stance awaiting to attack the spiders, without the help of his shield and proper fighting suit. Kicking about twenty of them, he flipped in mid air and grabbed onto a tree branch. Pulling himself up, the spiders were crawling the tree within seconds. He began to climb up the tree and by the time all of the spiders had crawled up it, he leapt off it and dropped back to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, a tyrannasaurus rex emerged from the sky. It came down on Steve in attempt to eat him alive, but Cap rolled to the left. As the dinosaur's head stuck to the ground, he maintained a balance stance and dived onto the back of the T-Rex with precision. Finally, its head emerged from the ground and it shook crazily. Gripping onto the reptile's sulky skin, he slowly reached up to its head. Jabbing his eye with his fist, the T-Rex screeched in pain. It roared and and slammed his own head to the ground once again. Steve luckily leapt off before this happened and ran for his life. The T-Rex struggled to his feet, but when he succeeded, he quickly gained grounds and continued its rampage nearer to Steve. Rogers ran like a chicken with its head cut off, but his run came to a dead-end. He ended up at the end of the cliff that was about two hundred feet above the ground.
Steve couldn't speak or maintain his posture. He was already exhausted and forcing himself to breath. But as he glanced up, he didn't see one T-Rex. There were fifty of them charging at him at once. He had nothing else to do, and he leapt off the cliff, hoping it was quick death. The man was flummoxed with how real this combat simulation was. The moment he impacted with the ground, he died.
Steve Rogers woke up in the middle of the Simulation Room, with the white glow surrounding the entire place once again.
"Hello, Steve," said Bruce. "Does the sign out there make more sense now? You're not going to kill me, are you?"
"Bruce, that....was....amazing!" replied Cap as he smiled for the first time since the 1940s.
Gymnasium, Sub-Basement Level One.
When Thor was finished with his weight lifting, he walked into the gym to view Hawkeye flipping in mid air, revealing his bow and arrow. He came down onto a bar with fury. Attaching the bow to his side, he swung himself towards a very small target, which was about seventy feet away. Augmented in midair, he detached the bow and pulled out several arrows and flung them towards the target. The great bow twanged and the black arrows sped straight from the string and connected to the middle of the target dead on. Amazed to see such great agility and accuracy of the bow, Thor checked out the circular obstacle course that seemed about a mile long. As he stared at the many obstacles, a blur appeared out of nowhere. It was not only very hard to focus on but to catch up with it was amazingly hard. He couldn't believe how fast it was going and finally the blur formulated into a shape of a man. It was Quicksilver.
"Hey Thor," said Pietro, his spiky hair resting from the long run.
Thor was silent; not one word came out from his mouth, but his expression spoke for him.
"Yeah, Clint is awesome with the bow." Quicksilver began, "As fast as I am, he still gets me."
Clint arrived out of nowhere. "Well, not everytime. So, do ya understand us? Or do you speak a different language?"
Thor stared at him, "I'm fluent in thirty languages. I fully understand you and no Pietro, I will not talk four British super models into having sex with you." Thor smiled.
"If you read my mind, a disturbing image will haunt you for the rest of your life," reminded Hawkeye.
"That...is nasty," responded Thor. "No offense or anything."
Rec Room, Second Floor, Avengers Mansion.
"Man, that Hawkeye guy looked so cute!" said Psylocke. "But he might be a little too cute."
"I guess," replied Wasp. "So, when are the rest of the people getting in here?"
"I don't know," replied Betsy. "They better have dressed up."
Psylocke and Wasp sat on a luxurious couch in the living room, facing each other. While they continued talking, Natasha walked in with Tony Stark appearing right behind her with an evil smile.
"Come on Natasha," Tony begged, "Please, I'll give you a thousand to show me your chest."
"No," said Natasha with a dull tone. "How old are you?"
"Old enough to see some Russian hooters, baby," responded Tony.
"It's him again," said Psylocke releasing a sigh.
"Ok, as long as you act like you're 24, I'll try not to be such a smart ass." said Tony.
"Shut up," answered Psylocke.
Captain America entered the room with his suit on and his shield was attached to his side. He remained quiet.
"Wow, Steve you're pretty buff," said Black Widow flirting a bit.
"Thank you, ma'dam," replied Steve saluting to her.
Thor, Hawkeye, and Quicksilver entered the room, almost side by side. Their conversation faded once they stepped foot into the room. The three of them remained silent after this.
"Who else are we waiting for?" asked Psylocke.
"Bruce Banner..." replied Bruce talking in 3rd person as he walked into the room. He adjusted his glasses and began talking, "Nick said the Press Conference will be held outside today. Don't ask. And we have to wait another five minutes."
Everyone was silent for a brief moment.
"So before we all die of boredom, what's everybody's powers?" asked Iron Man.
Black Widow began, "No actual powers, just fighting expertise along with a wide array of weaponry."
"Expert Marksman," said Hawkeye.
"Super speed," said Quicksilver directly after Hawkeye.
"Slight telepathy and psionic powers," said Betsy and then asking Tony, "What makes you Iron Man?"
"This high-tech suits allows me to fly, have super-strength, durability, repulsor blasters, and a uni-beam," answered Tony.
"How did you make a high-tech suit? I thought you were dumb. And where is it?" asked Betsy.
"I stole it," smiled Tony. "And it's in the hangar facility."
"Oh, and I thought we were the thieves," said Wasp smiling a bit. "Anyways, I can reduce to the size of a wasp and sting you with a bio-electric wasp sting."
Captain America stared at the group as they stared back and he began, "I'm not sure what I can do. I do have this shield and I've tried everything to destroy it, but it's unbreakable so far."
"Well, Cap has been iced up for over 60 years. I'm sure he forgot some things such as him being at peak human efficiency and being a great strategic expertise. He was one of the test subjects for the Super Soldier serum experiment but lost all of his enhanced form during his ice-up. You'll find Cap very handy when it comes to war. Anyways, most of you know who I am. I'm a failed genetic scientist. Now I am an all-time psychiatrist for you guys." informed Bruce.
"And Thor, if you're such a God, what can you do? Make us disappear?" asked Iron Man teasing him once again.
"Super Strength, Control of Thunder and lightning, flight, teleportation once a day, and I hold a mythical hammer known as Mjolnir," said Thor plainly with a deep voice.
"Do you talk to your hammer, Thor?" jokingly asked Iron Man.
"Ok guys, it's time," notified Bruce to the team.
The group all stood and left the room.
Outer Conference Podium, Outside of Avengers Mansion.
A crowd of reporters increased in number as they witnessed a new development displayed right in front of them. Just above head level, was a stage with a podium and behind the podium stood the new director, Nick Fury. He examined the crowd and was ready to answer any questions so he could further publicize his new team. Behind Nick Fury, stood the newly created team of past heroes.
"Hello everyone! As you all should know, I am Nick Fury and behind me is a group of professionals for the protection of possible threats towards humanity." Fury winked to the crowd, consuming all credit for this.
The reporters raised their hands in hopes for their attempt to ask certain questions. Fury slowly picked out the reporters, one by one. Far behind the reporters were fans of this crazy team, screaming out loudly and also protesters.
"Hello, I'd like to ask what the group is called..." asked a male reporter with blonde hair.
"Well, I've thought about this one and I've decided to call this team the Avengers due to their past," Fury replied.
"Sir, why should we trust a group of vigilantes?" asked one female reporter, trying to speak loud enough to be audible.
"Who else will you trust to do the job? The delivery boy?" smiled Fury basically answering her question.
"These "professionals" are absolute lunatics, in what ways are the president involved with this nonsense?" asked another.
"The president and I have discussed this and he is supporting this 110%."
"Somehow, you have assembled a group that has done wrongdoing in the past. How do you know it won't happen again?" curiously asked a reporter.
Fury smirked and walked over to Thor and whispered in his left ear. He then provided his attention to the public and began to speak, "Ladies and gentlemen, you will now witness an attempted kill by Thor with his hammer. Go on Thor."
Thor nodded and gripped tightly to Mjolnir, his incredible hammer. He raised the hammer high in the air with his right hand and attempted to injure Nick. The swing was quick and deadly and once the hammer came within an inch of Fury's head, Thor was electricuted with 10,000 bolts, as he dropped to the ground like a ragdoll, releasing the hammer. The public was stunned.
"Next?" asked Nick along with a cocky tone. "And oh yes, that is 1/10 of the power delivered to his body." Thor slowly stood to his feet, as he telekinetically pulled the hammer back to his possession.
"That is quite impressive," said one man, looking like another normal reporter. "But about how fast will these guys act towards these upcoming threats? LIKE THIS ONE?!"
The man's eyes were devilish and his deadly smile reached from ear to ear. His name was Hobie Brown, also known as Prowler, but no one knew that. Pulling out an arsenal of deadly weapons from the insides of his tan Danish coat, he whipped out a sub-machine gun. He gripped the frame of the gun with both hands and held the trigger in an evil attempt to assassinate Nick Fury. The bullets flew incredibly fast towards Fury's direction, but Quicksilver appeared out of nowhere. Grabbing each and every bullet, Pietro saved Fury's life. Moving at Pietro's speed, he could view the bullets moving at five percent of its normal speed. In this case, Quicksilver would be catching half of the speed of normal tossed bouncy balls except smaller in dimension.
The moment gunfire was presented, the public seeked safety. Civilians, protesters, reporters, and fans scrambled in every direction to make sure they weren't injured or killed. Stumbling over others in a panic state, many fell to the ground as they were trampeled over. High pitch sounds of screaming echoed throughout Manhattan as they bustled for shelter.
Out of nowhere, Thor emerged from the sky. With his hammer in possession, he aimed for the body of Prowler and slammed his hammer down, with both hands gripped. Missing his target, he impacted with the ground, sending a shockwave throughout an entire city block, creating a mini earthquake as he injured many civilians. Prowler, just barely avoiding the attack, leapt a long distance away from the team, due to his "shock absorbed" boots. He was disappointed with the failed attempt and absconded for his life.
Thor accidentally injuring many of the civilians, led to a 100,000 bolt shock which easily threw him towards the ground. This time, he didn't receive 1/10 of the blast, but all of it, which would kill hundreds of ordinary men. He was now paralyzed from the battle as the pain grew more severe each time he tried to get back up to his feet.
"I can't do shit without my suit! Oh well looks like I'll have to sit this one out!" shouted Tony with a sarcastic tone, removing himself from the scene, and into the mansion.
Quicksilver used his hyperspeed abilities to chase after the villain while transporting Hawkeye on his back. Captain America and Black Widow were nowhere to be found and Bruce Banner took cover under a small embankment, while protecting Nick Fury to the best of his ability. Wasp and Psylocke were trying to help the civilians move slowly and calmly as possible, while helping others that were injured by the trampeling and the team was ready to engage in their first physical assault.
890 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, New York.
Prowler slowly scaled up the side of a very tall building in 890 Fifth Avenue. Using his pellet filled cartridge, attached to his forearms, he slowly climbed the building with the steel tipped claws for scaling purposes. Sadly, this wasn't going to stop Quicksilver. Quicksilver ran around 200 M.P.H. with Hawkeye on his back, as they raced towards the villain.
"I see him!" shouted Hawekeye, although his voice faded away within miliseconds.
"Where?!" responded Quicksilver, loud enough for Clint to hear.
"He's climbing up the building!"
"I won't be able to stop to where he is, but if I move fast enough, I can run up the building and to the very top!"
"Ok!" replied Hawkeye.
His acceleration increased within seconds, and reaching his top speed, he advanced up the vertical building and appeared at the top. Hawkeye hopped off his back, dizzied a bit, and pulled out his high-tech bow and arrows. He walked to the edge of the building and observed Prowler climbing up the building. Prowler had just noticed the two of them and tried to escape, but three arrows whizzed into his right shoulder, arm, and left shoulder respectively. Prowler drove his fist into one of the office windows and threw himself in. Pain was inflicted and slowly, he trudged into the room. Opening the door to escape, he stared into the eyes of one man.
Captain America bashed his right fist into Prowler's nose. His vigorous drive was highly effective, sending Prowler to the ground instantly. Continuing to strike with his fists, blood splattered everywhere. Cap's strength sparkled but his intensity overwhelmed all. Prowler tried to rise to his feet and defend himself, but a combination of kicks and jabs, bruised every limb in his body. Steve connected with a roundhouse kick, which drove Prowler into the broken glass that he came in from. Dangling over the edge of the outer windows, Prowler screamed in terror. Cap walked up to him and stared into his eyes. Prowler struggled to hold himself up any longer and released his grip.
Captain America caught him by the neck and showed him that he was not afraid to kill him.
"Who sent you?" calmly asked Cap. Prowler was silent as blood dripped from his nostrils.
"WHO SENT YOU?!" Cap yelled this time in anger.
It was unbelievably silent and the sky suddenly grew dark. Prowlers' words were barely audible but the words hung dully in the air. "....red skull...." Those two words were the reason why his best friend died. Why he was frozen up for over sixty years, losing the life he was meant to live in. Why he now he has a reason for revenge.
by BerserkerX
Avengers Assemble!... Part Three of ?
Part 3 - Relationships
Avenger's Mansion, Manhattan, New York.
After a day of recruiting the new members, Nick Fury decided to create a home for his team. On that exact day, a team of professional workers from the government, created a gigantic mansion. There were hundreds of rooms within this mansion that could house thousands of individuals. It was not only gigantic but also incredibly secure. There are three stories going up and there were three levels underground as well. There was the third-floor, second-floor, grounds and main floor, basement, sub-basement level one, and two. Each level had it's own specialty. Six gigantic levels that held gigantic rooms will now be a place for this team to live in.
The Avenger's Mansion is surrounded on three sides by a twelve-foot high concrete and reinforced steel wall, with a steel fence along Fifth Avenue. The yard, doors, and windows all have numerous surveillance systems to ascertain the identities of all visitors and detainment devices to intercept unauthorized personnel. Visitors seeking entrance to the mansion are screened at the front gate. The garden and patio in the backyard have sufficient foliage to afford Avengers a fair degree of outdoor privacy. The main floor of the mansion contains no materials vital to the Avengers' security or functions and thus is occasionally opened to the public for press conferences and social functions. If by any chance there were trespassers, they would be immediately eliminated upon sight. If by any chance any personnel were to bypass the devices, the exact time you were to walk over a certain boundary, a S.H.I.E.L.D army force would be on your tail. Luckily, the mansion will know each member's DNA, which allows them to walk in and out like a piece of cake. Their identification gave them access to the gates and even the private and secret rooms throughout the mansion.
Once you walk through the entrance, there would be a long hall of our American hero's pictures on the wall. This hall led to another hall. The first room on the left was Nick Fury's. It could be called his room, but it was more of an office for him to work in. This is the place where he mostly contacted other associates. Along the hall, is also a kitchen for Jarvis, library for research, dining room for a place to eat, and a conference room for the public. The rest of the doors lead to two elevators. Each elevator went to each of the levels. Private quarters for any Avenger who requests them comprise the entire second floor of the mansion. And finally, the third, or top floor held the hangar facility and landing runway for the jets and planes flown. The third floor also contained computerized navigation radars and communications. The lower levels held recreational, training, and medical facilities. From gymnasium, pool, steam bath, game room, combat simulation room for training purposes, cryogenic storage area, meeting room, computer lab, containment room, to even a submarine tunnel, the lower grounds were hooked. Basically, "gigantic" fit the description of the Avenger's Mansion.
Meeting Room, Main Floor, Avengers Mansion.
Nick Fury popped open the lighter and lit one of the many cigars that he owned. He placed the cigar between his lips and towards the left side of his mouth, as he bit down on the very edge. Slowly, he took a deep drag, inhaling with pleasure, thinking it was about time he had a smoke. Fury then glanced at the new members, that he had earlier captured and he was having a riot.
Exhaling slowly through his nostrils, he began to speak, "Well, let me restore your brain cells a little bit and rightfully inform myself. I am Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and you will be working for me, whether you like it or not. I don't want to come off hard, but most of you here, should be sentenced to death for what you have done in the past, but luckily, you were actually good at something for a change, to where I'll need you to help me, protect the world. Now that I have gotten that off the bat, any questions?"
Fury stood at the very end of the large and rectangular table that seated up to 20 people. To his left, starting from the ones closest to him were Steve Rogers, Thor, Natasha, and Tony Stark respectively. To his right, were Betty Ross, Bruce Banner, Janet, and Betsy respectively. Standing behind him, was Pietro Maximoff and Clint Barton, the two who had taken out the thieves earlier.
"What exactly are we protecting the world from? The big bad wolf? The boogeyman?" asked Tony Stark as he chuckled aloud.
"Well," said Bruce. "We aren't exactly going after robbers and regular criminals. We are protecting the world from possible threats such as the uprising mutants or humans partaking up on super serums and genetic testing. We want to keep the world safe and nothing is better than having a team of..."
"Idiots?" said Tony in a smart alleck tone.
"Hey Tony, how about you stop acting like a smart ass," said Betsy, releasing her anger after Bruce was finished talking.
"Calm down, Betsy," said Janet, trying to bring the tension down a bit.
"No!" yelled Betsy. "I had enough of him the whole plane ride here!"
"My god, am I back in high school again?" asked Natasha.
"Ok, how about we reduce the yelling and utilize a friendly conversation," interrupted Steve.
"That might be what you did in Vietnam, but not now, pretty boy," said Betsy.
"You mean World War II, idiot," answered Natasha, rolling her eyes.
"Excuse me, Mrs. History Lesson," said Betsy.
"Wow, if you died your hair blonde, NO ONE would notice," suggested Stark to Betsy.
Thor remained quiet and the two behind Fury began to chuckle at the new "team". Bruce was ashamed to be in the room and Betty placed her hand over her mouth, ready to release a giant laugh.
"Ok, stop!" commanded Fury. "Wow, you guys see each other one hour, and you're already going to tear each others' heads off! Now before someone dies, let me evaluate new codenames for the each of you. From now on, outside of this mansion, you will call each other by codenames and not your real names."
"Codenames?!" publicized Stark. "You've got to be kidding me."
"How about we call Tony, Dumbass!" suggested Betsy.
"Betsy, you know why we should name you PMS? Because Mad Cow Disease is already taken." said Tony smirking a bit.
"Anyways, Steve, you're codename is Captain America, of course, Thor is Thor, Janet is Wasp, Betsy is Psylocke, Natasha is Black Widow, and Tony is Iron Man." consulted Fury to the group. "Oh, also, let me introduce you guys to Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, Pietro Maximoff, aka Quicksilver, and to my right, Betty Ross, your intellectual medical doctor and Bruce Banner, our wise psychiatrist and mastermind."
"Oh my god, that's the guy that put an arrow through my head," said Janet, referring to Hawkeye.
"Yeah, and I see why Pietro is called Quicksilver, haha, at least they won't be going after us anymore," said Betsy.
"Maybe in the future," enlightened Hawkeye as he smiled.
"Ok, well, we all will be attending in a Press Conference for the public later today. I expect all of you to remember your codenames by then and for some of you, I hope you reach adulthood," alarmed Nick Fury.
Medical Facility, Sub-Basement Level 1, Avengers Mansion.
"So, this was your idea?" asked Betty Ross revealing her beautiful teeth. Her black hair dangled over her green eyes. Her presence was dashing; dressed in a white nurse-like suit, her skirt came down just above her knees. Slowly, she removed a thick piece of hair from her eyes.
"No, actually it was Reed's. Why? You think it was foolish of Fury to go along with it?" answered Banner trying not to stare into her eyes. He stared at the floor a little bit and looked up every once in a while.
"No way, Reed, really?...actually, other than that rich fellow and the thief, I think it's going to go well," replied Betty who was pretty shocked. "So what's up? You've been a little busy lately."
"Yeah, I never have time to do anything anymore," said Banner.
"Well, when you do, you know where I'll be," winked Betty. "And I won't be at the Press Conference, I'm just their medical doctor, nothing special."
"Betty, you are special," smiled Bruce. "Don't ever forget that."
Combat Simulation Room, Sub-Basement Level 1, Avengers Mansion.
The Combat Simulation Room had the appearance of nothingness. The only thing floating around, or what seemed to be floating around, was a white glow. The moment Captain America stepped into the room, it was as if he had never seen anything like it.
"Hey Cap!" called Bruce Banner, appearing out of nowhere. "So how do you like it?"
"If I remember the sign out there correctly, it said Combat Simulation Room," Cap said.
"Well, this is more complicated than it looks. First you need to call out certain codes and than, because of its vast extent of information, you call out a certain timeframe and then you suddenly view a setting like no other. The Combat Simulation Room is a heavily reinforced area in which various robotic devices simulating humanoid and mechanical attacks can be engaged for training purposes. If you want to take out dinosaurs, it can do that too. The Combat Room is monitored and programmed by the mansion's main computer system but the nearest system is right up above." displayed Bruce.
"Computer, open up mainframe," ordered Bruce.
Suddenly, the vast white glow disappeared in one area situated up above. A ten foot glass was shown and inside was a computer system.
"Computer, centralize system 40DZ8," ordered Bruce.
The settings changed drastically. All of a sudden, a forest developed out of nowhere, eliminating the white glow. The weather was very dry and cloudy. Captain America and Bruce Banner stood amongst hundreds of little spiders with sharp fangs and deadly spikes. They were everywhere and leapt five feet above the air. The both of them started to back away until ten of them attacked Bruce Banner. He dropped to the ground and his body disappeared as the spiders dived onto him. As the spiders slowly began to crawl off the body, the body had completely disappeared. Only the remnants of his blood were left, as it was being sucked up by the remaining spiders.
"Banner!" shouted Steve as he slowly backed off a bit. "Holy shit!"
Steve was dressed in regular apparel; a button-up t-shirt and black pants and he had left his shield in his room. He dropped to a military stance awaiting to attack the spiders, without the help of his shield and proper fighting suit. Kicking about twenty of them, he flipped in mid air and grabbed onto a tree branch. Pulling himself up, the spiders were crawling the tree within seconds. He began to climb up the tree and by the time all of the spiders had crawled up it, he leapt off it and dropped back to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, a tyrannasaurus rex emerged from the sky. It came down on Steve in attempt to eat him alive, but Cap rolled to the left. As the dinosaur's head stuck to the ground, he maintained a balance stance and dived onto the back of the T-Rex with precision. Finally, its head emerged from the ground and it shook crazily. Gripping onto the reptile's sulky skin, he slowly reached up to its head. Jabbing his eye with his fist, the T-Rex screeched in pain. It roared and and slammed his own head to the ground once again. Steve luckily leapt off before this happened and ran for his life. The T-Rex struggled to his feet, but when he succeeded, he quickly gained grounds and continued its rampage nearer to Steve. Rogers ran like a chicken with its head cut off, but his run came to a dead-end. He ended up at the end of the cliff that was about two hundred feet above the ground.
Steve couldn't speak or maintain his posture. He was already exhausted and forcing himself to breath. But as he glanced up, he didn't see one T-Rex. There were fifty of them charging at him at once. He had nothing else to do, and he leapt off the cliff, hoping it was quick death. The man was flummoxed with how real this combat simulation was. The moment he impacted with the ground, he died.
Steve Rogers woke up in the middle of the Simulation Room, with the white glow surrounding the entire place once again.
"Hello, Steve," said Bruce. "Does the sign out there make more sense now? You're not going to kill me, are you?"
"Bruce, that....was....amazing!" replied Cap as he smiled for the first time since the 1940s.
Gymnasium, Sub-Basement Level One.
When Thor was finished with his weight lifting, he walked into the gym to view Hawkeye flipping in mid air, revealing his bow and arrow. He came down onto a bar with fury. Attaching the bow to his side, he swung himself towards a very small target, which was about seventy feet away. Augmented in midair, he detached the bow and pulled out several arrows and flung them towards the target. The great bow twanged and the black arrows sped straight from the string and connected to the middle of the target dead on. Amazed to see such great agility and accuracy of the bow, Thor checked out the circular obstacle course that seemed about a mile long. As he stared at the many obstacles, a blur appeared out of nowhere. It was not only very hard to focus on but to catch up with it was amazingly hard. He couldn't believe how fast it was going and finally the blur formulated into a shape of a man. It was Quicksilver.
"Hey Thor," said Pietro, his spiky hair resting from the long run.
Thor was silent; not one word came out from his mouth, but his expression spoke for him.
"Yeah, Clint is awesome with the bow." Quicksilver began, "As fast as I am, he still gets me."
Clint arrived out of nowhere. "Well, not everytime. So, do ya understand us? Or do you speak a different language?"
Thor stared at him, "I'm fluent in thirty languages. I fully understand you and no Pietro, I will not talk four British super models into having sex with you." Thor smiled.
"If you read my mind, a disturbing image will haunt you for the rest of your life," reminded Hawkeye.
"That...is nasty," responded Thor. "No offense or anything."
Rec Room, Second Floor, Avengers Mansion.
"Man, that Hawkeye guy looked so cute!" said Psylocke. "But he might be a little too cute."
"I guess," replied Wasp. "So, when are the rest of the people getting in here?"
"I don't know," replied Betsy. "They better have dressed up."
Psylocke and Wasp sat on a luxurious couch in the living room, facing each other. While they continued talking, Natasha walked in with Tony Stark appearing right behind her with an evil smile.
"Come on Natasha," Tony begged, "Please, I'll give you a thousand to show me your chest."
"No," said Natasha with a dull tone. "How old are you?"
"Old enough to see some Russian hooters, baby," responded Tony.
"It's him again," said Psylocke releasing a sigh.
"Ok, as long as you act like you're 24, I'll try not to be such a smart ass." said Tony.
"Shut up," answered Psylocke.
Captain America entered the room with his suit on and his shield was attached to his side. He remained quiet.
"Wow, Steve you're pretty buff," said Black Widow flirting a bit.
"Thank you, ma'dam," replied Steve saluting to her.
Thor, Hawkeye, and Quicksilver entered the room, almost side by side. Their conversation faded once they stepped foot into the room. The three of them remained silent after this.
"Who else are we waiting for?" asked Psylocke.
"Bruce Banner..." replied Bruce talking in 3rd person as he walked into the room. He adjusted his glasses and began talking, "Nick said the Press Conference will be held outside today. Don't ask. And we have to wait another five minutes."
Everyone was silent for a brief moment.
"So before we all die of boredom, what's everybody's powers?" asked Iron Man.
Black Widow began, "No actual powers, just fighting expertise along with a wide array of weaponry."
"Expert Marksman," said Hawkeye.
"Super speed," said Quicksilver directly after Hawkeye.
"Slight telepathy and psionic powers," said Betsy and then asking Tony, "What makes you Iron Man?"
"This high-tech suits allows me to fly, have super-strength, durability, repulsor blasters, and a uni-beam," answered Tony.
"How did you make a high-tech suit? I thought you were dumb. And where is it?" asked Betsy.
"I stole it," smiled Tony. "And it's in the hangar facility."
"Oh, and I thought we were the thieves," said Wasp smiling a bit. "Anyways, I can reduce to the size of a wasp and sting you with a bio-electric wasp sting."
Captain America stared at the group as they stared back and he began, "I'm not sure what I can do. I do have this shield and I've tried everything to destroy it, but it's unbreakable so far."
"Well, Cap has been iced up for over 60 years. I'm sure he forgot some things such as him being at peak human efficiency and being a great strategic expertise. He was one of the test subjects for the Super Soldier serum experiment but lost all of his enhanced form during his ice-up. You'll find Cap very handy when it comes to war. Anyways, most of you know who I am. I'm a failed genetic scientist. Now I am an all-time psychiatrist for you guys." informed Bruce.
"And Thor, if you're such a God, what can you do? Make us disappear?" asked Iron Man teasing him once again.
"Super Strength, Control of Thunder and lightning, flight, teleportation once a day, and I hold a mythical hammer known as Mjolnir," said Thor plainly with a deep voice.
"Do you talk to your hammer, Thor?" jokingly asked Iron Man.
"Ok guys, it's time," notified Bruce to the team.
The group all stood and left the room.
Outer Conference Podium, Outside of Avengers Mansion.
A crowd of reporters increased in number as they witnessed a new development displayed right in front of them. Just above head level, was a stage with a podium and behind the podium stood the new director, Nick Fury. He examined the crowd and was ready to answer any questions so he could further publicize his new team. Behind Nick Fury, stood the newly created team of past heroes.
"Hello everyone! As you all should know, I am Nick Fury and behind me is a group of professionals for the protection of possible threats towards humanity." Fury winked to the crowd, consuming all credit for this.
The reporters raised their hands in hopes for their attempt to ask certain questions. Fury slowly picked out the reporters, one by one. Far behind the reporters were fans of this crazy team, screaming out loudly and also protesters.
"Hello, I'd like to ask what the group is called..." asked a male reporter with blonde hair.
"Well, I've thought about this one and I've decided to call this team the Avengers due to their past," Fury replied.
"Sir, why should we trust a group of vigilantes?" asked one female reporter, trying to speak loud enough to be audible.
"Who else will you trust to do the job? The delivery boy?" smiled Fury basically answering her question.
"These "professionals" are absolute lunatics, in what ways are the president involved with this nonsense?" asked another.
"The president and I have discussed this and he is supporting this 110%."
"Somehow, you have assembled a group that has done wrongdoing in the past. How do you know it won't happen again?" curiously asked a reporter.
Fury smirked and walked over to Thor and whispered in his left ear. He then provided his attention to the public and began to speak, "Ladies and gentlemen, you will now witness an attempted kill by Thor with his hammer. Go on Thor."
Thor nodded and gripped tightly to Mjolnir, his incredible hammer. He raised the hammer high in the air with his right hand and attempted to injure Nick. The swing was quick and deadly and once the hammer came within an inch of Fury's head, Thor was electricuted with 10,000 bolts, as he dropped to the ground like a ragdoll, releasing the hammer. The public was stunned.
"Next?" asked Nick along with a cocky tone. "And oh yes, that is 1/10 of the power delivered to his body." Thor slowly stood to his feet, as he telekinetically pulled the hammer back to his possession.
"That is quite impressive," said one man, looking like another normal reporter. "But about how fast will these guys act towards these upcoming threats? LIKE THIS ONE?!"
The man's eyes were devilish and his deadly smile reached from ear to ear. His name was Hobie Brown, also known as Prowler, but no one knew that. Pulling out an arsenal of deadly weapons from the insides of his tan Danish coat, he whipped out a sub-machine gun. He gripped the frame of the gun with both hands and held the trigger in an evil attempt to assassinate Nick Fury. The bullets flew incredibly fast towards Fury's direction, but Quicksilver appeared out of nowhere. Grabbing each and every bullet, Pietro saved Fury's life. Moving at Pietro's speed, he could view the bullets moving at five percent of its normal speed. In this case, Quicksilver would be catching half of the speed of normal tossed bouncy balls except smaller in dimension.
The moment gunfire was presented, the public seeked safety. Civilians, protesters, reporters, and fans scrambled in every direction to make sure they weren't injured or killed. Stumbling over others in a panic state, many fell to the ground as they were trampeled over. High pitch sounds of screaming echoed throughout Manhattan as they bustled for shelter.
Out of nowhere, Thor emerged from the sky. With his hammer in possession, he aimed for the body of Prowler and slammed his hammer down, with both hands gripped. Missing his target, he impacted with the ground, sending a shockwave throughout an entire city block, creating a mini earthquake as he injured many civilians. Prowler, just barely avoiding the attack, leapt a long distance away from the team, due to his "shock absorbed" boots. He was disappointed with the failed attempt and absconded for his life.
Thor accidentally injuring many of the civilians, led to a 100,000 bolt shock which easily threw him towards the ground. This time, he didn't receive 1/10 of the blast, but all of it, which would kill hundreds of ordinary men. He was now paralyzed from the battle as the pain grew more severe each time he tried to get back up to his feet.
"I can't do shit without my suit! Oh well looks like I'll have to sit this one out!" shouted Tony with a sarcastic tone, removing himself from the scene, and into the mansion.
Quicksilver used his hyperspeed abilities to chase after the villain while transporting Hawkeye on his back. Captain America and Black Widow were nowhere to be found and Bruce Banner took cover under a small embankment, while protecting Nick Fury to the best of his ability. Wasp and Psylocke were trying to help the civilians move slowly and calmly as possible, while helping others that were injured by the trampeling and the team was ready to engage in their first physical assault.
890 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan, New York.
Prowler slowly scaled up the side of a very tall building in 890 Fifth Avenue. Using his pellet filled cartridge, attached to his forearms, he slowly climbed the building with the steel tipped claws for scaling purposes. Sadly, this wasn't going to stop Quicksilver. Quicksilver ran around 200 M.P.H. with Hawkeye on his back, as they raced towards the villain.
"I see him!" shouted Hawekeye, although his voice faded away within miliseconds.
"Where?!" responded Quicksilver, loud enough for Clint to hear.
"He's climbing up the building!"
"I won't be able to stop to where he is, but if I move fast enough, I can run up the building and to the very top!"
"Ok!" replied Hawkeye.
His acceleration increased within seconds, and reaching his top speed, he advanced up the vertical building and appeared at the top. Hawkeye hopped off his back, dizzied a bit, and pulled out his high-tech bow and arrows. He walked to the edge of the building and observed Prowler climbing up the building. Prowler had just noticed the two of them and tried to escape, but three arrows whizzed into his right shoulder, arm, and left shoulder respectively. Prowler drove his fist into one of the office windows and threw himself in. Pain was inflicted and slowly, he trudged into the room. Opening the door to escape, he stared into the eyes of one man.
Captain America bashed his right fist into Prowler's nose. His vigorous drive was highly effective, sending Prowler to the ground instantly. Continuing to strike with his fists, blood splattered everywhere. Cap's strength sparkled but his intensity overwhelmed all. Prowler tried to rise to his feet and defend himself, but a combination of kicks and jabs, bruised every limb in his body. Steve connected with a roundhouse kick, which drove Prowler into the broken glass that he came in from. Dangling over the edge of the outer windows, Prowler screamed in terror. Cap walked up to him and stared into his eyes. Prowler struggled to hold himself up any longer and released his grip.
Captain America caught him by the neck and showed him that he was not afraid to kill him.
"Who sent you?" calmly asked Cap. Prowler was silent as blood dripped from his nostrils.
"WHO SENT YOU?!" Cap yelled this time in anger.
It was unbelievably silent and the sky suddenly grew dark. Prowlers' words were barely audible but the words hung dully in the air. "....red skull...." Those two words were the reason why his best friend died. Why he was frozen up for over sixty years, losing the life he was meant to live in. Why he now he has a reason for revenge.