Chapter 2: Assemble (Part 1)

Authors Note: Thank you all for your reviews and your characters of course. I can't wait to finally put them to paper and I hope you all enjoy them as much as I have. Well, here we go!

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(Ireland, 6:30 P.M.)

In the village of Westport, a small bar was being held up by a small-time gang who were known for strong arming small time business owners for money in exchange for protection, but all that protection measured up to was eating and drinking for free.

The owner, Mr. O'Neill had no choice as they held guns up to his face. Micky Burke was the leader of this gang and he wasn't planning on leaving until he got his money and some expensive whiskey.

"Now, you can either give me what I am owed and keep on breathing, or I can splatter your brains all over the place and still take what I am owed. Your choice." Micky said as he held a sawed-off shotgun over his shoulder.

"Or you could just fuck off out of here and let me drink in peace." A voice said from the far end of the bar.

"And who the feck are you?" He snapped as he aimed his shotgun at the man down by the bathrooms. His eyes widened when he saw not a man, but a wolf man, standing almost six feet tall, with a wild mane of milky white hair. His eyes were blood red with a scar down his left eye. Despite his physical appearance he was dressed like an average citizen with his blue shirt and faded jeans. He didn't have any shoes one allowing his big wolf feet to stretch out on the floor.

"Actually, what the feck are you?" He snapped.

"A guy who wants to get a good buzz, so I can go home and watch dragon ball super." He said.

"He's a bit of a regular." O'Neill explained.

"A regular, he's a walking wolf man, if this were the old, old days we would have pitchforks and torches at the ready."

"Well, what with the world being open to outsiders I didn't see the problem, he has cash and I have booze, so no trouble for me." O'Neill shrugged.

"And if you don't want any trouble I would suggest that you get the hell out of here and get a real job, asshole." The man said as he moved over to the jukebox.

"Fuck off, wolf man, I don't give a feck about your appearance. If you bleed we can kill you." The man just rolled his eyes and selected his song, Shining Star.

"My name is, Wile, Wile Jones."

Then to everyone's surprise, he started moon-walking towards the group. They all looked at him like he was losing his mind and without missing a beat, one of Burk's men pulled out a blackjack and took a swing at Wile.

Wile dropped to the ground, doing a split as the grunt smashed his club into the forehead of his friend, the man went down as Wile swiftly stood up and uppercut the man, sending him flying across the bar.

He fell down hard on the ground as another man pulled out a revolver, but Wile delivered a spin kick, knocking the gun out of his hand before spinning around again, this time punching him across the face, causing him to hit the table and knocking him out cold.

Burke watched as his men were being defeated by a strange wolf-man who was disco fighting his men into the pavement. Burke aimed his shotgun at Wile and fired, but the second he pulled the trigger, Wile had dodged the blast and his hand grasping the barrel of his gun, his whole body was glowing in a dark aura.

"I love this song." He smiled as he yanked the gun out from his grip and smacked the butt of the gun across Burke's face. He fell to the ground unconscious right when the song had ended.

"Well, so much for a drink, I'm gonna take off before the cops get here." Wile said to O'Neill. He was about to leave when O'Neill had stopped him.

"Wait," He pulled out a bottle of his most expensive whisky and tossed it to the young man. "Take it, it's the least I can do."

"I appreciate it." Wile winked as he took off.

He made it to his place when he spotted a man close to his age, with messy black hair and a black jumpsuit, similar to what the agents of S.H.E.I.L.D would wear.

"Wile Jones, I am Jordan Crane. I need your help."

(Wyoming, Noon)

A grown woman with long orange-red hair had stepped down from her porch and made her way over to her corral to tend to her horses. To everyone in the state of Wyoming, this half-Russian and half-Chinese went by the name of, Tamaya Fronz, married to Tyler Fronz and mother of her little boy, Seth and baby girl Amira Fronz.

But no one outside her family knew was that this woman was a born killing machine, designed by the Chinese to become a weapon of mass destruction. The only problem with that plan was that they didn't count on her or her powers from leveling the whole facility and killing everyone who knew her. That was in the past, she thought as she got ready to get her horses ready for market.

She had her husband and her children and that was all she needed. Unfortunately, she did not foresee her friend and former partner talking to a certain former director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Howdy, Tamaya!"

Tamaya jumped when she heard her old friend and former partner call out to her from across the fields. She turned to her friend and smiled as the two embraced one another.

"Vanice, I haven't seen you in so long." Tamaya laughed as she noticed her friend wearing a simple black leather jacket, grey shirt and jeans. "Wow I don't think I've ever seen you in street clothes before."

"Ha, ha…" She sarcastically laughed as she looked her friend up and down. "I like your rancher outfit." She said as she admired her long blue sleeved shirt, silver winter vest and jeans. "Very domestic."

"Thanks, so what brings you here. I thought you said you were gonna lay low after S.H.I.E.L.D fell." Tamaya asked as she tied a harness around the horse's neck.

"I was and I did, but I got a call from Fury yesterday…"

"Nope." Tamaya said.

"Come on, you could at least hear me out." Vanice grunted.

"I told you I am out, I gave up S.H.I.E.L.D so I could be with Tyler." She explained

"Yes, I know, right before Fury needed to assemble the Avengers to stop Loki." Vanice said with a little harshness. Tamaya stopped what she was doing and gave her friend a harsh glare.

"First off all, I didn't know what would happen with Loki or that cube Tesla-rack thing."

"Tesseract, smart ass."

"Whatever, we should have taken a hammer to that thing. Instead what did we do, we tried to make weapons out of it. That was one of the main reasons I left."

"You and I both know Fury was only looking out for us, you saw that thing that leveled that town, it was nothing but armor and energy. How the hell could we stop something like that?"

"How about creating a bunch of murder-bots…oh wait a minute!"

"It's over for the Avengers," Vanice explained. She pulled out a tablet and handed it to Tamaya. "It's over and we're in trouble. Look at this from last night."

Tamaya grabbed the tablet and looked at the images on the screen. A bunch of agents and radiation teams were digging through a crater the size of a lake and with a small portion of a town wiped out.

"What happened?"

"One of our agents went to bust up an arms deal, when the leader pulled out a gauntlet that had almost as much power as the Tesseract. He literally cut off his arm to get the gauntlet, but the energy back fired and caused all that damage and death. Do you really feel comfortable with something like that running out in your back yard?"

"Hmm…" Tamaya sighed

"Mama!" Her boy Seth called out. "Amy is crying!"

"I'm coming, sweetie!" She called out to her boy. "I'll need to talk to Tyler first when he gets home."

"Okay and when you're ready we'll get going." Vanice said as she pulled out a small black device. She clicked the button on it and in an instant a Quinjet appeared ten feet from Tamaya's house.

"Damn, that thing is quiet." Tamaya said.

"You can thank Tyler for that." Vanice chuckled. Tamaya rolled her eyes and waved at her friend to follow her.

"Come and say hi to your godchildren."

(London Sanctum, 3 P.M.)

Jordan Crane had no idea how he ended up in this strange building. He had a S.H.I.E.L.D file and brief security camera footage of a group of men in strange red clothes fighting a young girl with a staff. These images popped up in London, New York and even in Hong Kong and all in the same day.

Jordan had spotted the girl and thanks to Feather, he was able to get an eighty-five percent facial recognition to confirm it was her. Before he could approach her, she had disappeared into a large building and he had followed her inside. Now he had no idea where the hell he was or what he had gotten himself into.

The walls were old, almost ancient. Feather was scanning the area through Jordan's eyes to get a scan of his surroundings.

"You picking up anything, Feather?"

"Yes, these walls and floors are perfectly structured by hand and well preserved, but almost too perfectly. I can't find a broken crack or any traces of mold." Feather explained.

"Wow, what about these antiques?" Jordan said as he looked at the various weapons and relics all around them.

"Unknown, but they are giving off strange readings. I can't understand them."

"Ugh, why do I feel like we walked into a trap."

Suddenly, three feet away from Jordan, sparks started to appeared from the center of the room, before whirring around into a worm whole. Three men in matching red robes and black pants walked through and stood before Jordan.

"Hi fellas." Jordan shrugged.

"Interloper, we have no time for you, where is the apprentice?" The leader said. Jordan shrugged.

"If you mean the kid, no idea, but I need her help, what about you guys?" Jordan asked rhetorically. "Are you here to save the world?"

"In our own way." The leader said as he gently pressed the palms of his hands together and to Jordan's surprise a ghostly looking blade appeared in between his hands as he pulled them apart.

With a quickness, the man threw the blade at Jordan, who quickly formed a shield from his nano-machines and deflected it, but not without losing a chunk of it. He looked back at the group and he started to panic when they all started to pull out ghost blades of their own.

"Feather, I need you to run a scan and pinpoint the source of their blades!" Jordan ordered. He tried to form his armor, but the attacks came to fast and to swiftly for him to focus on forming his whole suit. He did manage to form an energy cannon and took a shot at one of them, but before he could hit him, the man formed two fists and summoned two small shields, blocking the attack.

"Feather, I need an update!"

"I can't find a source!" Feather snapped.

"What do you mean, scan their wrist. That's where their offensive and defensive attack are coming from."

"I did, there's nothing but leather braces and skin!" Feather snapped.

"What about the conductors!?"

"There are no conductors, sources or power cores. Those things are coming out of thin air!" Feather shouted.

"What, like magic!?"

"No, sorcery!"

Out of nowhere, the girl Jordan had been following leaped in between him and the trio of men that had been trying to kill him. She was a young Tibetan girl with long wavy black hair that was swept to the right while a small braid hanged behind her left ear.

She wore a blue sleeveless tangzhuang under a sleeveless dark green floor-length tunic with a blue silk sash tied around her waist along with a dark blue cord, silver chains and a black ribbon holding her tunic loose black pants together. Her right hand gripped a short stick with Feather identified as a quarter staff.

Jordan was about to say something, when one of the men in red threw a ghost blade at her. She quickly swatted it away with her staff, before taking on all three of them. She moved as quick and swiftly as they did as each and everyone of her blows struck them hard and heavy.

She ducked beneath an oncoming blade, swiping her staff beneath her assailant's feet, knocking him on his ass. She was still on the ground, as she blocked another attack with her staff, rolling her feet around kicking the man across his face as she smacked her staff across the face of the third man who was running up behind her.

He stumbled around clumsily crashing into a rack of weapons. In a fit of rage, he grabbed a nearby mace and he was ready to attacked, before being shot with a stun dart. Electricity coursed through his body as he fell to the ground. He looked up to see Crow armored head to toe and ready for action.

Crow was ready to aid the girl, when her staff suddenly broke apart, being held together with the same fizzy orange magic he had been attacked with. She swung the broken staff around like a whip and struck one of the attackers across the arm, before striking the other man's leg, breaking both limbs. Crow grabbed both of them and dragged them over to the man he had taken down earlier.

"Okay, who sent you assholes!" Crow said in his modulated voice.

"No one, they are cultist, they used to serve a traitor known as Kaecilius." The girl explained.

Before Crow could asked who that was, another sparkling portal appeared next to the trio of villains and flew towards them. It swallowed them whole and as quick as it came it was gone.

"What the hell just happened?" Crow snapped.

"I made a bargain with someone and I am giving him what I promised and that was all of Kaecilius's minions." A charming masculine voice said from behind them.

Crow and the girl looked up at the decorative bay window to see a man with a neatly trimmed beard with his black hair slicked back and two grey sideburns on each side of his head floating in front of it. He was wearing a blue long-sleeved tunic with beige gloves and a red cloak that waved behind him.

"Doctor Strange." The girl exclaimed with a bow.

"I'm Crow," Jordan introduced as he turned off his modulator. "I am looking to build a team to help battle an evil that may be getting ready for war."

"I see, Nyima." Strange said to the girl. "I think this might be the break you have been looking for."

"Doctor, I would like to, but what about the sanctum?" Nyima asked in a nervous tone. "It still needs to be put together and someone to watch it."

"Nymia, do you think I wouldn't have made plans for the sanctum?" Strange asked rhetorically. "The sanctum is built back to its former glory and I have selected someone to be its new protector. You have done more than enough and if there is anyone I can rely on to be my eyes and ears for what's to come, it's you."

"Doctor…" Nymia mutter as he cheeks blushed a rosy red. Crow looked between the two.

"So, are you guys in, I mean I'm gonna need all the help I can get." Crow asked.

"Yes, I'll help you." Nymia said. "Now, what is it that you need help with exactly?"

"Someone is passing out these gloves with the power of an infinity stone. We don't know where they came from, or who is handing them out or why, but if they are in the hands of crime bosses and terrorist we need to stop them, local police won't stand a chance."

"What kind of powers have you come across?" She asked.

"So far the power stone, but the energy faded as soon as I disarmed the guy." Crow stated.

"Hmm, I think I might know someone who can help us." She said as she took a stance and started spinning her right hand around. Another portal opened up to a cold and snowy environment. Feather did a quick analysis and pinpoint the location.

"Antarctica?" Crow asked.

"I know someone who can help us with this kind of stuff. Follow me." She said as she walked through. Crow looked to Strange who gave him a nod towards the portal and nodded back as he walked through. The portal instantly closed and Crow followed Nymia towards a small hut.

"So, why are we here exactly?" Crow asked.

"There is an Asgardian that lives in the cold. My former mentor, The Ancient One, she introduced me to him when he needed help to keep an oil pipe line from uprooting a small fishing town. If we're going up against anyone with magic tools we'll definitely want someone like him."

Nymia knocked on the door and it opened instantly revealing a large stocky man who was taller than both Crow and Nymia combined.

He looked down at the two with his ice blue eyes. His lips formed a smile through his neatly trimmed beard as he finished tying his long hair into a ponytail.

"Nymia, it's been a while and you brought a…robot?" The man asked in a strong English accent. Crow had his armor disassemble back into his left arm and he introduced himself.

"Jordan Crane, I work with S.H.I.E.L.D." He introduced. The man shook his hand and introduced himself.

"Jökul." He said shaking his hand. "Come on in, I just made some hot chocolate."

The two stepped into the small hut and Jökul sat in front of his kettle that was above an open flame. He sat down in a wooden arm chair as he offered the two to join him in matching chairs around the flames.

Jökul poured some hot chocolate into some mugs and handed each cup his guest.

"So, what brings you two to my small little haven." He said as he blew into his mug before sipping, Jordan and Nymia did the same and swooned at the taste of the sweet beverage.

"Delicious as always." Nymia said. "Jordan and I just met and he told me about a weapon that has the energy of an infinity stone. Do you know about something like this?"

Jordan pulled out the gauntlet and handed it to the man. He looked it over for a few seconds, before raising his left hand and to further Jordan's surprise he blasted a small ice blast at the small gauntlet.

"What the hell was that?" Jordan asked. Jökul just shrugged.

"An ice blast, it's the benefits of being the god of ice." He explained.

"Okay, let's back up a second, who the hell are you?"

"Ugh, you know who Thor is from Norse mythology, right?"

"Yes."

"Well while he is the god of thunder and Loki is the god of mischief I am Jökul Vröasson, The god of ice. My father was a frost giant, my mother, Asgardian."

"Frost Giants, weren't they enemies of the Asgardians?" Jordan asked.

"Eh…well…yes, but my mother and father didn't see it like that and they fell in love and eventually had me. My mother did the job of raising me, due to the fact that my father died before I was born. So, eventually I trained and earned my spot in the front lines in the war against the frost giants. I even saved the big guy himself, Odin."

"You saved Thor's father?" Jordan asked in disbelief. Jökul nodded.

"Oh yeah and that is what brings me to this gauntlet and the source of it's power." He set the gauntlet on a side table next to his chair and stood up, walking towards a large wooden chest. He popped it open and pulled out a decorative sword in a matching sheathe. The case and handle were both brown and they were decorated in shiny metal with a decorative pattern that reminded him of, Mjolnir.

He unsheathed the blade and instantly broke them apart, wielding two stainless steel broadswords.

"These blades were given to me by Odin, crafted from Uru metal by the Dwarves of Nidavellir. The same dwarves who crafted that gauntlet. It is through these blades I am able to channel my power, same as Thor with his thunder."

"Wait, I thought Thor's hammer was the source of his power, that's why no one can pick it up." Jordan asked him. Jokul shook his head.

"Thor is the god of thunder, not hammers." He chuckled. "I mean in all that footage did you ever see him wearing a tiny metal helmet with angel wings?"

"Good point, Thor's hammer and your swords are basically conductors for your power?"

"Exactly, same thing with this gauntlet. It's strong enough to wield an infinity stone, but if you were to hold it with your bare hand it would destroy you upon use."

"Wait, really?" Jordan asked, remembering what happened when he disarmed Hans's gauntlet from his body. "So, you need a conductor to use an infinity stone, anything else would kill you."

"Of course." Nymia said. "Doctor Strange uses the Infinity Stone of Time by wearing it in a medallion around his neck. I think he is the only person on the planet that can use it."

"That explains Loki's power. He was using it to channel the power of the mind stone to manipulate people to do what he wanted." Jordan pondered, but then something else crept up in his mind. "Wait, when I fought the former owner of that gauntlet he was restraining me with the hand that gauntlet was previously attached too, but he was able to summon an energy ball with his free hand."

"The energy of the infinity stone must have channeled through the gauntlet to his free hand and when you cut it off you broke that connection, so the power of the infinity stone must have back fired. What did he use again?"

"I don't know, but it increased his strength and everything he touched blew up."

"Sounds like the Power stone, that sucker could split a planet in half."

"But that's the thing, he didn't have a stone with him and from what you told me this gauntlet was channeling his power, have you ever heard of someone who could harness the power of an infinity stone without having one?"

"Hmm, maybe, I do know someone who is a half Asgardian like me, she has some unique powers. I'll see what she knows and meet you at your H.Q." Jokul said as he walked over to his chest.

"Wait, so you will help me and the team I am building?"

"Of course, Odin trusted me to protect Midgard and having something dangerous like these gauntlets roaming around is dangerous. I'll help you try and rid these dangerous tools from the world."

"Thank you, Jökul , really." Jordan said with the utmost sincerity.

"Don't worry, besides I kind of owe it to you and the world for missing out on the battle of New York and Sokovia I'll feel like a horse's ass."

"What do you mean, you missed them?"

"Oh yeah, whoop." He said waving his hand over his head. "Two major world crisis's and I missed them both. I don't own a T.V and I spend most of my time outdoors, so I had no way of knowing?"

"WHAT!?" Jordan snapped.

"I'll see you at H.Q." He said before grabbing his sword and instantly disappearing. Jordan let out another heavy sigh and looked at Nymia.

"You didn't tell him where your H.Q. is, did you?" She asked.

"No."

Nymia laughed as she summoned another portal to their next member.