An Avengers Halloween
To Sparky Genocide: I have that issue of Avengers. I highly doubt Gyrich was a racist. If he was, he would not have been willing to work with the Falcon to expose Secretary of Defense Dell Rusk as the Red Skull during the 'Red Zone' storyline. If you looked at Gyrich and Falcon, you'll have to assume that Gyrich is quite a bit older than the Falcon. I think he called Falcon 'boy' because he was insinuating that Falcon was a punk kid. And yes, I do remember the turkey that had its way to Kelly. I'd do that, but how the heck would I get that turkey to New York
To Red Witch: Yeah, Gyrich the Pinata is funny! I've been keeping up with "This Soap Opera Called Life" and it's great so far! Can't wait for more insanity from you! I hope you like this new chapter!
To Raliena: Hey Rae! Yeah, Gyrich isn't that popular. I don't plan to feature the X-Men in this fic. They're busy with the Southside Misfits over in the fic "Halloween Havoc"! Anyway, I hope you like this new chapter full of insanity!
Disclaimer: "Nooooooooooo! No, God, no!!!" Eric Cartman, South Park, on finding out that there's no Salisbury Steak today.
Chapter 3: Going Out!
The garage of the Avengers Mansion
"Ohhhh…" A knocked-silly Gyrich moaned. His body was covered in duct tape. Spencer Burton, clad in a spaceman costume, was tying him like a trail of cans on a wedding day to the back of a pink 1959 Dodge convertible. The car belonged to the She-Hulk. (A/N: It's true! The She-Hulk owns a car like this in the comics, back when in the comics, she was getting involved in some insane adventures) Kid Razor and Hawkeye both had motorcycles, and Tigra wasn't trusted behind the wheel (She got distracted easily). Thor didn't need wheels, considering he could fly. Neither did Spencer. His Sonic Blue armor allowed him to run at speeds in excess of 200 miles per hour, so he could get anywhere he wanted to pretty quick.
"Is it done?" Jenny asked. The green-skinned teenager was dressed in a blonde wig and a duplicate of Marilyn Monroe's famous white dress. The She-Hulk was dressed like the famous and infamous bombshell.
"Yeah, it's secure." Spencer said.
"I shall go ahead to the club, then." Thor said.
"Wait! Thor, do you know where it is?" Jenny asked. Thor blinked.
"Uhmmm…I…I have none an idea." Thor admitted.
"No!" Kid Razor roared. Jubilee walked out, dressed in a white dress and a red wig, walked out and pouted.
"C'mon, Razor. It'll be fun! Besides, you like that guy!"
"Change into a different costume!" Razor snapped as he walked out. He was dressed in blue sequined clothes with plenty of fringe. He still had on his face paint.
"Who are you supposed to be?" Jenny blinked.
"David Coverdale of Whitesnake." Razor grumbled.
"I don't get it. You love Whitesnake." Jenny scratched.
"I'm Tawny Kitaen!" Jubilee grinned.
"Oh, I get it!" Spencer laughed.
"Hey, where's Greer?" Jubilee wondered.
"Here I am!" Greer leapt in the back of a car, dressed like Sailor Moon.
"You're wearing that one again?" Razor blinked. Tigra shrugged.
"Why not? I worked really hard to make it."
"Anyway, let's hit the club!" Jenny grinned. "I can't wait to win that costume contest!"
"We are so going to win the couples contest." Jubilee grinned, wrapping her arms around Razor. The Ultimate Rockstar groaned.
"Why me? I know I was gifted with incredible good looks, but this is insane!" Razor moaned as Jubilee pulled him into the She-Hulk's car.
"Uhhh…what?" Gyrich moaned as he opened his eyes.
"Let 'er rip!" Jenny whooped from the driver's seat. She put the pedal to the metal, and the tires screeched as Jenny Walters' customized pink 1959 Dodge raced out of the garage, a screaming Gyrich being dragged behind it.
"AAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!" Gyrich screamed.
"Hey Walters, this old truck's a slowpoke!" Spencer laughed with mock arrogance. "Jennifer, maybe you should let me modify it for you. Put some little James Bond-like gadgets in it and stuff."
"Spencer, don't get me wrong. I like you and all, but no one touches my car." Jenny responded.
"That's just bull!" Razor exclaimed. "She let somebody modify it for aerospace travel!"
"That was different!" Jenny rolled her eyes.
"I heard that you knew of this truck stop in space." Spencer said.
"Yup! Maybe I should take you guys there sometime. The food there is great!" Jenny grinned.
"That's pretty crazy, a truck stop in space." Razor raised an eyebrow.
"You should talk. Look at your rogues' gallery!" Jenny laughed.
An unknown location
There was darkness. Darkness all around. No one knew the exact location. That knowledge definitely was beyond the people in this area.
"What is going on? Where am I?" A French-accented voice grumbled. It belonged to a short, rather paunchy man, who was clad in a pale orange and bright purple costume. "I, Batroc ze Leap-Air, demand to know where I am!" Batroc was a French mercenary, and a regular foe of Captain America.
"None of us know anything either, Frenchy!" A college-age girl snapped. She had green eyes and reddish-orange hair. She was clad in a low-cut purple costume with thigh-high purple boots, and small silver spikes running down the arms. The girl was once a Denver native named Mary "Skeeter" MacPherran, but radiation gave her phenomenal strength and resiliency, allowing her to take the name of Titania, the World's Strongest Woman. She was the She-Hulk's greatest rival, and was stronger than the Emerald Amazon, but was a little shorter.
"What's the matter, Miss World's Strongest Woman having one of those days?" Another voice sneered. They turned around and saw a teenage boy with wild brown hair that was at shoulder-length in the back. It wasn't really a mullet because the sides were longer than the front, but not as long as the back. He appeared to be clad in armor that looked just like Iron Man's old red-and-silver Silver Centurion armor, only the silver parts of the arms and legs were black with a silver lightning bolt stripe going down each arm and leg. Instead of a helmet, he had a Cyclops-like visor, only the visor was translucent red in front and the sides were black with decorative red bat-like wings. The forearms of the armor had red sonic blasters around them.
"Oh go stick it, Redfoot!" Titania snapped. Redfoot was Sonic Blue's greatest foe. Once he was Keith Michaels, a friend of Spencer Burton's, albeit very prideful and slightly arrogant. During a battle with a supervillain, Spencer accidentally hit Keith with a sonic blast, knocking Keith into a car, shattering his spine. It rendered him paralyzed from the waist down. Keith became convinced Spencer did it on purpose out of jealousy, and swore revenge. He disappeared for a while, and when he returned, he wore a duplicate of Spencer's armor which was obtained through unknown means. The Redfoot armor allowed Keith to do anything Spencer could do in the Sonic Blue armor. Keith now dedicates his life to making Spencer's life miserable. Spencer has joked that Redfoot was the Professor Zoom to his Flash. "Don't you have an armored nerd to fight?"
"It's because of him that I can't walk or run without this armor!" Redfoot snapped. "Besides, at least I don't get my butt handed to me by some green broad!"
"Why you-?" Titania snarled raising her fist. "I'll pulverize you into scrap!"
"Try it and I'll make your ears explode!" Redfoot snapped back, fist glowing with red sonic energy. Before the two could charge each other, Sabertooth held them apart.
"Knock it off!" He grumbled. The feral mutant looked around at the other villains in the darkness. The Whirlwind, real name David Cannon. A mutant with the power to spin and throw tornadoes, Whirlwind was clad in green armor with buzzsaw blades on the wrists created with stolen Stark Tech. Whirlwind was obsessed with the Wasp, and he hated her husband Ant-Man, because he believed Ant-Man stole Wasp from him. He also noticed Tusk and the Crimson Dynamo, remembering them from a while back (1).
(1) - See my story "Gone Avengin'".
"Back off, Catman!" Titania snapped.
"What's going on here? Where am I?" A voice exclaimed. It belonged to a muscular man, clad in a green and purple costume, and carrying a crowbar. He was the Wrecker, a foe of Thor's who wielded an enchanted crowbar.
"We have no idea either, mon ami." Batroc replied. "Monsieur Wrecker, I presume?"
"Who are you people?" The Wrecker wondered. What the villains did not realize was that a figure was watching them. The very figure who had gathered them.
Well, well, well! Looks like the Avengers' night of fun may be ruined! What insanity will happen next? Why are these villains gathered? Who gathered them? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!