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Ultimate Aeon

Chapter 27: U-Foes assemble

Eddie Brock had been reading for four hours now, reading and thinking, because really that was all he had the time to do. Time in the gym had allowed him to build up a lot of muscle, but it was time in prison that taught him to be cautious. He had to be considering his cell mate was a serial killer. Eddie thought he was bad and he had been proud of that once, but when he came to prison he got a taste of what true evil looked like.

"Do you ever miss it Brock, the taste, I must say that people tend to think that when the blood rushes to meat that meat gets ruined, but I've got to say, I love the blood rush," his cell mate explained.

Brock simply hummed, turning another page.

"Prison meat doesn't quite compare, in fact, you could eat the finest steak at the finest house and it still wouldn't compare to the taste of a perfect victim," the man continued.

"And what is a perfect victim?" Eddie asked.

"The perfect victim Eddie is the victim who defies you, the victim who fights and nearly succeeds, do you ever wonder why people love horror films so much? Those twist endings in particular, the ones where the 'villain' or 'monster' as it were wins in the end. I mean, you'd think after two or an hour and a half of watching a character struggle through adversity and not overcoming that adversity they'd think 'well what was the point of all of that' yet they enjoy it, they love that kind of ending. Do you know why?"

"Because people are assholes and no one is truly good, no one wants to watch a hero, no one wants to see someone overcoming their struggles, because they're reminded of just how much they can't overcome their own real life struggles," Eddie stated and the red haired man on the bunk above him pouted.

"Well, that is a considerably dark way of looking at the world," one of the guards said, stopping by the cell.

He was a dark skinned man, not a man Eddie was familiar with.

"It's also what my friends and I are very much looking for," the man grinned, his eyes letting out a green glow for a moment.

The alarms of Ryker's island suddenly began to blare and echo through the prison. On the other side of the complex, Gregory Stark kept his head low as a guard in riot gear pushed him through some of the corridors. He fired his pistol at the other guards, each shot killing its target. When he ran out of ammo, he threw his pistol with such deadly force and accuracy that it broke a man's windpipe. That was marksmanship equal to Hawkeye's. The man pulled his mask off as he and Stark got onto one of the helipads. Underneath the mask was a bald man with a unique scar on his forehead, a type of target.

"Poindexter to Ghost, did you get it?" he asked and laughed when no reply came through. "Sorry Mr Stark, but things are about to get a little uncomfortable."

He strapped a harness across Gregory's chest, giving the straps a few tugs before he pulled the tab.

"Wait what is…" Gregory's scream cut off whatever question he had.

A miniaturised air balloon popped out of the compartment on the harness, lifting Gregory into the air. Snipers on the guard towers were suddenly hit by an assortment of object, pencils, marbles, badge needles. Poindexter went by another name he lived up to with glee, throwing his projectiles like a music conductor.

"Bullseye," he whispered.

He reached into his pockets, pulling out coins and bottle caps which he threw at the guards coming towards him. Flipping over one, he kneed the man in the neck, took his pistol apart and stabbed him with the firing pin. Instead of using the gun, he broke it apart more and threw the pieces into the other guards. Bullseye grabbed two batons and proceeded to engage some of the guards in unarmed combat, throwing one baton into the head of a marksman.

"Poindexter, you're having far too much fun, Ghost, recover him for us," a voice said over the radio.

As Bullseye repeatedly stomped on a guards face, a figure came up from the crowd. She wore a white straight jacket, her arms wrapped protectively around a purple and red box. A breather mask covered her mouth, and her head was partly covered by a white hood. Grabbing Poindexter, she shimmered, becoming see through and passing this effect onto Bullseye. The assassin laughed manically before they disappeared.


In Eddie's cell, the former symbiote host looked at the guard with the glowing eyes. The man looked towards several guards coming towards him with their weapons ready. He tapped his heels together, causing runic symbols to appear on his feet. Suddenly, the man was darting between two of the guards, kicking them into the bars of the cells around them. He grabbed one by the arm, causing green energy to surge through the guard. Using him as a human shield, he made the other two guards pause. Before they could decide to shoot anyway, the man released a green smoke from his hands. The smoke passed through the noses of the guards, making them cough as their eyes closed. Both men screamed as their hands moved by themselves, gripping one another's necks.

"Oh god," the guard the man held whispered.

"God, no, this is not his work, nor is it truly the devils. There is no god or devil you see, there is only the evil that we do, I see it in you, family is waiting for you correct?" the man asked and the guard nodded. "They will miss you, grieve you, be proud of you, the service will honour you and take care of your family, and lie about the manner in which you faced your death…or will it, will you face the end with fear young man, or with dignity?"

The guard struggled against his attacker's grip. Eddie leant against the bars of his cell, looking towards the guards respectively cowering and choking one another.

"They're done, they've had enough," he said.

"That answer is quite disappointing Edward Brock," a ghost like version of the man appeared in front of Eddie's cell.

Instead of wearing an officer's uniform though he was wearing a green robe with a gold medallion hanging off of his neck.

"Karl Mordo at your service," the man said.

"I don't care," Eddie said.

"That is sad, because I am a man of resources Mr Brock, and I can get you what you want," Mordo said.

"You have no idea what I want," Eddie scoffed.

"Oh but I do Mr Brock," Mordo performed a flourish with his arms, forming a miniaturised portal that produced a swirl of black liquid. "Your other, Venom!"

Eddie looked at the symbiote in shock, whilst a look of reverence spread across the face of Cletus Kassidy.


Elsewhere, later that day, a young woman in a black body suit walked through the dark corridors of a facility. Her auburn hair was tied into a bun and she had a holster on her thigh with a semi-automatic pistol in it. The young woman came to a halt as she saw two men engaging in a fencing match. Both wore traditional uniforms and helmets, but the foils they used were bladed, and both men fought well. One however slowly began to gain the upper hand, parrying and carrying out feints that fooled his opponent. He lunged, cutting his opponent's white shirt and then cutting through his mask. There was a snap, and the end of the man's foil fell onto the floor.

"Brilliant," his opponent said, removing his helmet.

He was a man with black hair that had silver streaks on the side, his beard finely trimmed. The man stepped away from the apparent victor, who bowed before removing his own helmet. His brown hair was cut short on the sides and he had a goatee, the tips of which had been curled.

"A good match as always Count," the swordsman said.

"Oh please Jacque don't stand on ceremony, please call me Luchino," the taller man walked across the room.

It was a finely decorated chamber that hinted at aristocratic roots. Photos on the wall showed diplomas on genetics, physics and engineering, as well as military service medals. All of them were labelled for a man named 'Luchino Frost'.

"Ah Whitney, welcome back, what has our latest venture yielded for us?" Luchino asked as he reached a table that had scotch and wine bottles on it.

"Mr Stark has been recovered, but Ghost had to slip into the Quantum realm with Poindexter to escape," the woman, Whitney said, approaching the swordsman with a sway to her hips.

It wasn't unnoticed by Jacques, who smirked, his host pouring drinks for them both with his back turned.

"Careful Jacques, we're friendly, but not so friendly that I would want you as a son in law," Luchino said.

"Must you embarrass me so father?" Whitney asked.

"You'd be the only one of our family who isn't an embarrassment my dear," Luchino grinned.

"What about Bullseye, why isn't he out of commission?"

"He passed through the Quantum realm, as soon as Ghost was able to materialise he laughed and asked if she could take him back there," Whitney stated and Jacques shook his head.

"Crazy bastard, he is the only one who could match Barton's marksmanship skills though," he said.

"A necessity considering what we have planned, rest assured though Jacques I would not recruit the madman without accumulating a defence against his unpredictable nature. Likewise I have the perfect defence against the supposed 'first Hulk'," Luchino explained.

"It remains to be seen how Tyrone Cash will react though, or what he will say," Whitney said.

"Why do you think I sent Vincent there?"


The beach in Argentina was beautiful, not that Vincent was there for the tan. He sat waiting, tilting his glasses up his nose. A pale green jacket obscured the body suit he wore, green circles glowing at its chest. A huge shadow suddenly passed over the young man. He looked up and scoffed, much to the annoyance of the muscular giant of a man looking down at him.

"When is the rap album coming out…gangsta?" Vincent asked.

"Who are you, security moved in yesterday, how did you get past them?" asked Tyrone Cash.

His hand alone looked as if he could crush the shorter man, who though had arm muscles was hardly the picture of the perfect physique. Vincent's hands lacked any calluses or bruises, indicating he hadn't been in a fight. Tyrone looked down at the man, adjusting his open hoodie, the chains around his neck rattling from the movement. It was an attempt to intimidate, which only seemed to amuse Vincent.

"I'll be brief Mr Cash, you're currently undertaking drug dealing activities with my employer, he's recently begun to turn away from this aspect of the underworld, he is willing to concede his contacts and source to you should you offer your expertise on Gamma Radiation to him," he explained.

It was Cash's turn to scoff as he walked closer to the man.

"That would be the Maggia family wouldn't it? Up there is the house of the Cartel I used to deal guns with…I wanted his guns, I wanted his house, I wanted his woman, so I took it. So what makes you think I won't just take it from your boss?" Cash asked.

"Because you're not that sort of a threat to him…Dr Williams," Vincent said and Cash grit his teeth together. "The truth is that you're just a fittingly small minded man trying to be big, to hide the fact he's just a pathetic little old man, the kind of man who women would point at and laugh at, whom if prostitutes slept with would spend days scrubbing themselves, would barely be able to make it through the session without laughing or gagging at the sight of you."

Cash yelled, shaking the whole island. He raised his arms, his muscles expanding to such a size that his top was ripped to pieces. A single step sent cracks through the island, shaking it. Foam ran out of his mouth as he roared, the clouds above him clearing from the shockwave. Then he brought his arms down on Vincent, throwing pieces of debris into the air and penetrating the ground, bringing streams of water up and flooding the island. Tyrone Cash continued roaring in utter rage as the entire continent flooded.

"As I said, small minded," Vincent's voice rang through his ear.

In truth none of that happened, Vincent stood over Tyrone Cash's true self, his petit and malnourished body standing on his trousers with his chest covered by the massive hoodie. Williams looked up with green eyes at Vincent, whose skin had turned green. Vincent pushed his finger against William's forehead.

"Pathetic, little, weak, you spent years working on the super soldier serum so you could be a manly, roided up freak, and dress and act like every black stereotype…wait it go. But all those muscles, those guns, those women, that money, do you really think any of that is power? This Leonard, this is power, my mutant power is mind control but with the Hulk's blood well…I could make you do more, but it would be quite poor taste," Vincent explained.

"What do you want from me?" Williams demanded.

"Your mind however small it is, is actually the second best when it comes to Gamma radiation. How funny, little Bruce Banner, depressive, possibly schizophrenic Banner had enough mental fortitude to fight my control, even without the Hulk inside him."

"The Hulk," Cash gasped.

"Yes Dr, we have in our possession the most powerful super human on the planet, without a mind to guide it, we want your help to control the creature," Vincent said.

"If I do this, will you…still let me…lead the drug trade?"

Vincent raised his eyebrows at Cash's question. He patted the man's head and began to laugh.


Ultimates Mansion

Sven pulled on the armoured glove of his suit, the bracers inside his long gloves would treat his wounds from training. His boots were made of the armoured material he manifested, but the rest of the grey and red suit was based on the S.H.I.E.L.D issued uniforms the organisation's super humans used. He put on his cowl and mask as the proximity alarm went off, informing the team of the arrival of other Ultimates. Sven stepped out of the mansion with Wanda, looking up to the sky and seeing Mahr Vehl flying with Carol Danvers. The Kree captain had placed a starburst pattern over his armour; Carol however flew under the power of Kree technology her lover had given her. It was an armoured black suit with green highlights, green boots and gloves and glowing silver orbs on her gauntlets. When she landed, the green helmet over her head folded apart to reveal her cut and half shaved hair.

"Aeon?" she looked at Sven in confusion.

"It's really you," Vehl said, walking closer to Aeon and hugging him.

"Good to see you too Captain Marvel," Sven said.

The third flyer then landed, his silver wings folding back into the armpits of his navy blue suit. Bulky silver pads were on his shoulders, and his helmet had a beak like visor with a red slit on it, a red crystal glowed on his chest.

"You must be Darkhawk, it's good to finally meet you," Aeon said, offering Darkhawk his hand,

"I wish I could say the same, listen is this going to take long, I have places to be," he said.

"They better be better than here, or more important," Cap's voice came from the mansion doorway.

The three reservists looked at Cap in shock, seeing him in armour and Tony in a jumpsuit and shield.

"It's okay, you guys can laugh," Tony muttered.

"I am laughing, on the inside," Carol said.

"Didn't realise you guys were into cosplay now, is Thor gonna come out wearing the Wasp's jumpsuit?" Darkhawk asked.

"Janet holding Mjolnir, now that would be a thing," Hank said as he walked out of the mansion.

He was in his lab coat and holding his cybernetic helmet. Even though Cap was in armour, he could tell that the former super soldier was glaring at the scientist. Carol begrudgingly shook Hank's hand and looked to the window of the mansion where Black Panther watched the exchange.

"Where is the rest of the team?" she asked.

"Janet wants us on reserve duty considering our special case, my money is on her thinking we're compromised, I in fact have never felt better in my life," Tony said, flexing his new muscles.

"We are compromised Tony, Janet, Clint and Wanda are investigating the prison break, Pietro's running between the X-mansion and the Triskelion to coordinate efforts with Zemo," Cap explained.

"Zemo's letting us in on this?" Carol asked.

"He invited us to the prison, wants our full support on finding the people who have broken out Gregory Stark. As for Thor last I checked he went up to Scotland and is looking into things on the mystical front…which I can't believe is something I said out loud," Hank muttered.

They walked back into the mansion, Panther had disappeared from his place at the window. There seemed to be no trace of the Wakandan hero, which came as no surprise to Cap. Ultron drones offered refreshments to Carol and Vehl, Darkhawk's crystal sparking slightly as the robots passed by him. Even Vision 2 drew a passive aggressive response from Darkhawk, his fists were tight and his right leg shook. His fidgeting only got worse when they went to the lab and saw Bruce sitting by the work station, now in glasses and fresh clothes that included a purple shirt.

"How did you do it Banner?" was Carol's first question, sounding like the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent she used to be.

"That's the only question that really matters isn't it?" Bruce asked, his face paling as he reached and put his hand to his mouth.

"Bruce," Hank moved towards him in concern.

Bruce pricked his finger, using a machine to check his blood. He gave the small device, similar to a blood sugar scanner, to Hank, who passed it to Vehl. A biologist as well as a Kree soldier, he understood the readings and shared Hank's concerned look.

"What's wrong?" Sven asked.

"Despite the fact that I was separated from the Hulk, my blood is still very much irradiated, and the rest of my body is beginning to suffer for it," Bruce explained.

"In short he has radiation poisoning," Vehl clarified.

"But how exactly did you do it?" Carol asked.

"Omni-Corp, private lab company, gives grants to scientists and a small crew. We produced some patents, radiation shielding, vaccine boosters, and vitamin supplements. Living on the run has its luxuries," Bruce half chuckled and coughed before he continued, "But I am a scientist, plus I needed a lab to figure out a way to get rid of the Hulk. For so long I treated the Hulk like a disease that needed to be cured, but then I came to the conclusion that the Hulk was a poison that needed to be drawn out, so I created a gene bath that would separate genetic abnormalities. The intention was to use it to separate myself from the Hulk and then use the gene bath in the elimination of cancers from the body. But the bath was imperfect, when I got inside it succeeded in separating the metamorphosis of the Hulk and that aspect of my mind, but as I said before it didn't separate the effects of the gamma radiation from my body."

"So the bath only succeeded in separating the Hulk formula?" Hank asked.

"It created a physical copy, the remaining serum was stored in my lab. But that's when I found out that Omni-Corp was a front for the Maggia," Bruce said.

"Who are they?" Sven asked.

"An international criminal organisation, they're into all sorts, drugs, arms dealing, when Fury was starting the Ultimates they began going into the trade of super humans and mutants as well as alien technology, there was even a branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. entertaining the idea that they were buying items related to the occult," Carol explained.

She went up to the holographic computer and began typing in a series of commands. The mansion still had a connection to the old S.H.I.E.L.D. database, at least aspects that the new director hadn't personally cut access to. Carol brought up a series of files, numerous ones with labelling such as 'project arsenal', 'WCU', 'Avenger Initiative' and one Carol clicked on 'Maggia'. She brought up a painting of a man in a formal uniform that included a high collared cloak.

"Count Luchino Nefaria, this was painted in 1909, Thirty years after World War 2, this is what Luchino looked like when he moved to the US and changed his name to Luchino Frost," she highlighted a picture of an elderly man speaking with a younger Wilson Fisk, then cutting the ribbon for a hospital opening. "This is what he looked like six years ago," Tony whistled in surprise, looking at a man identical to the one in the painting, speaking with another man in what Tony recognised to be a French designed business suit.

"So he's enhanced himself, his muscle mass is bigger than the painting suggests," Steve said.

"Dude just admit that you were an art graduate, everyone already knows because of Wikipedia," Tony muttered.

"Who is the other guy?" Hank asked.

"Jacques Duquesne, a mercenary for hire, was an Olympic fencing hopeful in his youth up until he joined a carnival group running heists and cons across Europe," Carol dragged and expanded a large photo that showed a group of people standing and smiling for a snap.

They were in front of a tent, the group included Jacques who wore a purple tunic with buccaneer boots, a cowl with a fin on the top and a bandolier strap that held his sword. Others in the photo included a ring master in a bright blue coat and high top hat, a whip wielder who had his green hair poking out of a mask and wore a purple shirt with an open front, a man with six arms dressed as a barbarian, another man in a purple and green jesters outfit and a woman with bandages around her arm and a white hand print on her face. But it was the young man Jacques had his arm draped around that drew the attention of the Ultimates.

"No way, that costume," Tony gagged.

"I know, awesome right?" Sven asked and both Tony and Hank shook their heads.

He wore a purple and pink coat with archery gloves and buccaneer boots. The purple and pink cowl over his head had a bullseye on the forehead and two elaborate fins around his eyes sticking out on either side of the mask. There was a quiver and bow on his back, just another bit of info to give the game away. Whilst elsewhere Janet asked the man himself what was on her mind.

"You're a carny?"

"I was an orphan, a partially deaf pick pocket living off of the cash in wallets and the occasional watch. Jacques the one that found me, 'the man with the aim of a hawk' was what they presented me as, Jacques was the fencer and we had a couple of mutants with us too," Clint explained as he and Janet walked through the corridors of the prison.

He was already looking at the damage, seeing the marks from where Bullseye had ricocheted projectiles, and the subtle alterations to spots where Ghost had phased through. Janet was confirming too, aware of the signs and the readings from the scanner device on her watch, familiar with the quantum reactions Ghost was triggering with her powers.

"So they were pretty much your family?" Janet asked.

"Jacques raised me, trained me, but between performances we were carrying out heists, it started off good, a few people in the hospital but never anything that put us under heat," Clint said.

"No casualties or bodies?"

"Nope, but the jobs got bigger, industrial sabotage, spy work, it all started falling apart when killing became an acceptable part of the job," Clint lowered his head, his expression unreadable due to his mask but it was enough for Janet to know to drop it at least for now.

They approached one of the cells, seeing a man in a professional suit speaking with one of the guards. He turned and smiled at the approaching Ultimates, pulling off his sunglasses.

"Good to see you again Miss Van Dyne…sorry Mrs Pym still," said Philip Coulson.

Clint rolled his eyes whilst Janet smiled and shook the agent's hand. Despite the situation they were in, Coulson as they remembered carried himself with an calm that bordered on enthusiastic. He seemed like an everyman, but he was one of the best agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. and Fury was one of the people who gave him that praise.

"Divorce is a messy thing, what are we dealing with?" Janet asked.

"Three escapees, several dozen casualties on our front and a riot that was only contained because of one of the escapees," Coulson said.

"Where are Zemo's Thunderbolts, shouldn't they be in on this?" Clint asked.

"They are, but Zemo wanted to give the Ultimates a go on this as well, consider me and my team your backups. We had tagged someone using a suit that allowed her to phase in and out of our dimension, we had her identified as the 'Ghost' a former black listed operative Fury buried beneath paperwork and the Ultimates program. Her partner in this was Benjamin Lester Poindexter, known as Bullseye by the criminal underworld," Coulson explained.

"I've heard of him, he did hits for the Kingpin," Janet said.

"He's graduated to full on domestic terrorism, used a homemade explosive projectile and threw it at one of the guard towers, bringing it crashing into one of the cell walls. Ghost then carried out an EMP strike on general population, thus leading to the riot. Bullseye used the chaos to break Gregory Stark out of his cell," Coulson continued.

"I knew a guy like him shouldn't have been kept in a regular prison, damn it," Clint snarled.

"You'll be even more pissed off to know that Stark was still living it up in his cell, never set foot in general pop and regularly had fine meals and access to entertainment. The warden considered him a model prisoner. You aren't squeamish are you?" Coulson asked as he led them to another part of the prison.

"You're kidding right?" Clint asked and Janet shook her head.

Phil rolled his eyes and opened the door, and both Ultimates gasped. Even Hawkeye was shocked when he saw the blood that had spread across the walls, the way bodies had been cut, organs dangling out of their mouths. One of the guards was still with the medics, shaking, his eyes wide in hysterical fear.

"Oh god, this is…"

"Carnage, in short Mrs Pym, but we haven't even gotten to the real shocker yet," Coulson said.


Queens

They were undercover, it would have been quicker for Peter to web swing, but any sign of Spider-man in the city nowadays sent news copters into the air. Mary Jane squeezed his hand and smiled, in spite of the situation they were faced with. May looked at her house and saw broken windows, graffiti on the wall, but also the small attempts of kindness and gratitude. Food baskets that hadn't been touched, flowers, cards and the mop marks on the paint. People hated Spider-man and called him a menace, and others acknowledged him as a hero. All May wanted was to collect some things.

"One day, one moment, just one minute in our home, please," she whispered.

"I'm sorry Aunt May," Peter said.

"Don't be sorry Peter, this isn't your fault or Michael's or mine, it just happened," May said.

She pinched Peter's cheek and offered him a smile.

"Peter!"

The voice was one Peter instantly recognised, a fearful look crossed his face before May's eyes widened in terror. She stepped back as Peter turned, looking towards a bearded blonde haired man a few years his senior. Eddie seemed older than he really was, but he was definitely more muscular than Peter was used to seeing him. Peter stepped in front of May as Eddie's shadow seemed to come alive. It rose, towering over Eddie, rows of teeth suddenly appearing in a wide grin before white eyes blinked open, narrowing at Peter. A tongue stretched out of the maw, licking the teeth.

"We need to talk," Eddie said.

Next Chapter 28: Thunderbolt team six


Civil War of Amerika

Aeon raised his arms, blocking Warrior Woman and King Amerika's blades. He dug his heels in, marks across his armour shining before he pushed forward, showing both combatants back. Vibranium man fired his repulsor blast and Aeon deflected it off of his wrist, hitting Green Sorceress in the shoulder.

"Damn you," Ultron seethed.

He flew at Aeon, grabbing him by his neck and flying into the wall. They slammed through two rooms before Ultron fired a beam from the jewel on his forehead. It crashed into Aeon's chest, throwing him through the floor. Ice suddenly shot into Ultron's back, covering him with shards. Blizzard stepped through the holes in the wall, firing another blast that encased the android in ice. Spider-man fired a web into Green Sorceress's back and threw her into King Amerika. He created a shield around himself and Red Cat, blocking Warrior Woman's swords. Suddenly, a blast ripped through the floor, launching Zarda into the ceiling. Jocasta shaped her hands into a pair of cannons as Fire-Ant and Hulk rushed towards her. Abomination intercepted Hulk, knocking him into the wall. Fire-Ant fired blasts from her gauntlets, hitting Jocasta and melting one of her arms. Another blast flew upwards, forcing Fire-Ant to fly back. Aeon jumped through the hole in the floor, firing blasts from his eyes that forced Fire-Ant back.

"What's the Endgame here Spider-man?" Aeon asked.

"Spot will use a portal to extract the alien prisoners and send them to Genosha," Spider-man said.

"Okay, any of you familiar with the concept of Fusion?" Aeon raised his arms, markings glowing across his armour.

Abomination punched Hulk across the face, just as Zarda woke up. She was about to lift up her sword when Blizzard froze it to the ground. Blizzard looked towards Aeon and nodded to Jocasta. The two women ran towards Aeon, changing into a gold light and a shining snowflake respectively. They flew around Aeon before fusing with his armour, altering the form. A shield with a snowflake appeared on his right shoulder, cold mist rising from it as the plates of armour turned blue and the fabric turned white. Aeon's left hand turned gold, Jocasta's head appearing on his shoulder as his hand became a cannon. He brought his hands together, his armour expanding the cannon.

"MOVE A-BOMB!" Aeon yelled.

Blonsky rolled to the side, just as Aeon fired his cannon, a sonic blizzard blew the Ultimates back. Hulk was encased in ice and his other team mates were thrown through the wall. Aeon cancelled the fusion and the two heroes returned to Spider-man's side.

"Thank you Aeon, it's good to see you are as virtuous as our Sven Reilly was," Spider-man said.

"We must hurry," Red Cat ran to the door.

Aeon followed behind the Master's of Evil, the markings on his armour began to take on arcane symbols and glow gold. He stopped, narrowing his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. There was a shadow on the wall, one that had gold eyes. The shadow extended its hand towards Aeon and he shifted his stance.

"You are an unexpected find, but two birds might as well be killed with one stones!"

The voice seemed to echo around Aeon, not quite in his mind, but only person heard it too.

"Spider-man, king in Black, you have been chosen!"

The shadowy hands enveloped both Aeon and Spider-man. They struggled, before a great darkness enveloped them. Aeon yelled, firing his optic blast, ripping through the darkness whilst Spider-man opened his maw. He roared, growing blades from his tendrils and wings from his back. They were about to strike when they looked at their surroundings. Gone was the metallic facility, the ruins of battle, and the Masters of Evil. Instead they were standing on a marble floor leading to an area of carpet with stools on it. To their left was a doorway and to their right was a bar.

They were in a small English pub.


Aeon Across the Multiverse: Guardians of the Multiverse

"Where are we?" was the first thing Peter asked.

Aeon looked at the Spider-man variant next to him. He couldn't see the signature of his spider-sense (to Aeon he could perceive it as a group of wavy lines coming from his head) and Aeon's own enhanced senses weren't giving away any danger. Sven looked towards the bar area as a puff of smoke appeared. It was familiar to him in its smell, but was yellow and not the usual purple he was used to. Still it was a variation of Nightcrawler who generically wiped at the top of a pint glass. His hair was slicked back and he wore a black shirt with a red vest and tie.

"Gutten Tag mein freunds, unless we are not so on your Earths," the Nightcrawler said.

Both super heroes kept their masks on, they weren't the kind to drop their guard even if they were in a place that seemed friendly.

"Kurtis Wagner, the pumps produce not just the finest Bevarian lager, but whatever your choice of drink," he said.

"Can they give us answers, and a way back to my team?" Spider-man asked, his teeth now razer sharp and snarling.

"I did tell him he had a nasty habit of drawing people out at the worst time," a voice spoke behind the pair.

They both turned and narrowed their eyes at the figure standing by the pub door. She was a muscular woman, taller than average, wearing a military styled suit of body armour, fingerless gloves and combat boots. The top half of her suit though consisted of shades of white, red and blue, forming a pattern similar to the union jack. She carried a round shield with the same flag on it and wore a red helmet with the flag pattern on the forehead area. Brown hair stuck out of the back of her helmet, when she took off her helmet she revealed that her hair was an old fashioned curled style.

"Nice to finally meet you both Peter Parker, Sven Reilly, Margaret Carter, Captain Britain," she extended her hand for either one of them to shake.

But they remained motionless, the lenses of Peter's mask wide and indicating his annoyance.

"You really have taken us away from a fight at the worse possible time," Aeon said.

"I'm sorry, I truly am, I don't decide who joins the team or when, but we do need your help, the entire Multiverse needs your help," Carter explained.

"Who summoned us?" Aeon demanded.

"I did," a voice spoke above them.

Aeon narrowed his eyes at the bald form of Uatu, though his robes were completely blue with some gold armour added in the mix.

"I am the Watcher, welcome Aeon and Spider-man, to the Guardians of the Multiverse!"

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