Important note: if you have read this story once before, please read it again once more. I have fixed a ton of spelling and grammar errors. I have ALSO altered and replaced pieces of dialogue to better represent the characters and the continuity they exist in, during the time of their appearance in Ultimate Marvel vs capcom 3. Thanks for reading!
Collision Course
The Collision of the two world's was a catastrophic change in the daily tasks of the heroes who inhabited it. Bringing in new friends and foes to build bonds with.
The tournament seemed useless and had no real reason as to explain why the individuals fought each other. Was it just to get a chance to end the eater of worlds: Galactus? If so, Why didn't they all join forces?
Well, because some had other intentions, such as power for themselves, or some wanted peace. Other's Simply, the few, didn't know how they got here, and are establishing bonds that would've never been possible without this great tragedy…
He gave careful notice to the leader boards spelled out in marquee lettering. It read his name alongside the two he had formed a trio with, they had each other's back and were gonna put a stop to whatever caused this.
"Deadpool, Phoenix Wright, and Nova" it read.
Across from their names were another three…
"Hsien-Ko, Felicia, and Morrigan" it read.
The three were perplexed at this trivial chart, what did it mean exactly, did it tell just of participants?
"Hmmm… Not only does it have all the names of teams in the tournament, but it looks as if our teams are put side by side with another team."
The man in the blue suit spoke carefully of the marquee.
He rotated his head towards the two of his teammates for any guesses they might've had. Before any one could speak, a voice from the intercom rang through the metro.
"Potential passengers of the Yankee East train carts, please listen for the number on your ticket which correlates to the number aside from your team's names. Once you have heard your number, please report to the train cart with that same number..."
The Yankees East 153rd Street station was a metro that served near the heart of New York. It was the transportation mecca for all of the new and old to use to travel to their destination.
A team of three were each given one way tickets to any where in New York, to wherever that ticket would lead them.
As the speaker of the intercom announced numbers, the three conversed.
Deadpool spoke first, leaning back against a rail side bench.
"So are we best buds now? Or are we just one-shotting? Because pheenie over there is starting grow on me like mold on a meat ball."
The comment did not bring Phoenix to his attention, he was already preoccupied in decoding the meaning of the number on their ticket.
Nova and Deadpool just glanced at him with mild confusion. In an attempt to break the silence, Nova responded for him.
"Hmm, not sure yet. I would just like to keep things, including relationships, the same right now. There's no reason to change, right? Right!?" Now he was trying to get his notice. But it was too late for that, the intercom got it first.
"Number 7…"
In a flash, Phoenix looked up and at the number seven train cart.
"There!" He pointed his finger in a gesture everyone all knew too well.
"What, that?" The two spoke in unison as they looked where Phoenix had pointed.
"Yes, that train cart, that's ours!" Phoenix held his ticket high in the air walking towards the entrance door of the cart ready to hand the ticket over to the ticket master.
The two loosely followed, still unsure of the situation.
When all was said and done, they were in their cart at last Finally, a place where they could sit down and relax.
The inside of the cart was rather small and was nicely decorated on the inside compared to the harsh steel shell it flaunted from the outside.
There was only one booth available though, the rest of the space was used for the substantially large bedrooms that laid across from them sequentially ordered. Each room had a common door used as an entrance, and each sported numbers from one to three.
Why was there a bedroom? Was the commute to their destination going to take days? If so, where the hell were they going.
Phoenix, as the natural detective and germaphobe he was, inspected the area.
Nova being the laid back hero, quickly laid on the booth, taking a nap.
Deadpool, being the optimistic merc with a mouth, dashed around the room, exploring every nook and cranny.
Their small siesta was quickly cut short by the metal work of the cart door opening.
The revealing light of the outside Sun fazed the three and brought their notice at the light.
What entered brought the three men to their feet.
"Is this the place? Kitty."
"Uh huh! It should be, the man in the intercom read seven and the number on the this train says seven too! So this must be it!"
"Looks like there's already people in here Felicia, are you sure this is it?"
The two men were dazed at the appearance of the women in front of them.
Yes, two. The third, Deadpool, wasn't all that shocked, just excited.
He scanned the three noticing the two scantily clad women over the middle one.
"Hey hey hey! What are you two lovely girls doing in our pad? Here for some autographs from the dudes who are gonna mess up that fool, Galactus!?"
The green haired woman from the group spoke softly at Deadpool.
"Sorry but unfortunately I'm not here for any autographs, I'm here to have fun. Plain and simple." She spoke seductively, eyeing nova the entire time. She must've took a liking to him after noticing his laid back attitude and ability to fly from the hovering he's been doing.
"To have fun with someone who's not afraid to fly high. Someone who looks like they might be too hot to handle."
The green haired woman stared down nova who hovered carelessly with his heat radiating off his suit.
He was confused at the woman who also began to hover towards him.
"Ummm, you talking about me, lady?"
"Hmm why yes I am, Morrigan, Morrigan Aensland" Morrigan held out her hand awaiting nova to take it and place a kiss upon it. He hesitated as he didn't know this.
Instead he shook her hand softly.
"Uhh, Nova, or Richard, Richard rider. Nice to meet you."
Morrigan Took his hand once more and sat him on the booth conversing with him further.
The four left at their same positions stood still as they watched Morrigan working her magic.
"Well I guess if your a succubus you do what you gotta do, huh?" The woman in the elegant Chinese dress spoke to kill the silence.
She had a pale blue complexion and two huge claws coming out of her sleeves that dragged across the floor. She wore a top rimmed hat with a yellow ward paper concealing the center of her face.
Her friend aside her was a cat girl with blue bushy hair. She wore no clothing with only strips of her white fur hiding her sensitive areas. The female feline flashed a smile at the two men still remaining. Then she spoke.
"Soooooo, what's going on with our train? Do any of you guys know, oh how about you!" The cat girl that was previously called Felicia pointed at Phoenix, who was shocked with her sudden outburst.
"Me?" He said unknowingly whilst pointing at himself.
"Yeah you, you look smart… Uh.. sorry what's your name smart guy?"
"Phoenix, Phoenix Wright. And yes I may know what's going on. That is if you have the ticket you were given on you at the moment."
"Oh yeah no problem! Got it right here!" Felicia bent over and swiped the ticket off between the toes of her feet, which were the feet of an average feline. She presented the ticket to the slightly disgusted Phoenix.
"Ah, thank you Ms. Felicia, I'll go compare our ticket to yours to find any similarities or irregularities that might lead us to an answer."
"Ohhhh, can I help Phoenix! Sounds like fun, meow!"
"I don't see why not, sure."
Felicia flicked her ears in excitement hoping she could be of any help, and because it could fun playing spot the difference while figuring out this whole dilemma.
The young looking Chinese girl focused her attention on the man in front of her who still remained.
Unlike previously she did not speak immediately, instead she observed him and his unique choice of clothing.
It would be hypocritical to call his appearance strange but something about the way he spoke mixed with the heroine-like outfit didn't match up right in her head.
Was he a super hero?