Chapter 3: Assemble (Part 2)
Authors Note: Whew, this was a tad challenging. Sorry, for the long wait, but July was a tad rough. First my grandfather passed away, so yeah, then afterwards the weather was great so we spent a lot of time hanging out at BBQ's and pool and of course drinking. Then some of these characters had a lot of detail and I had to figure out how much I wanted to put in and some had little info so i had to fill in the blanks. I did add some more to characters than others in this chapter, but there will be plenty of chapters to come. Enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers.
(Chico California, 9 P.M.)
In the small college town of Chico, a riot broke out late at night letting a matter of filth and scum raid the town. Students were fleeing in terror as a bunch of escaped criminals started causing havoc for everyone.
A group of girls started running out from their dorms as the men started to abduct them for unspeakable purposes. One of the men had grabbed a young girl by the hair, the girl screamed in pain as the man had started to drag her to a parked van. As he dragged the girl, kicking and screaming, he heard a very loud explosion from a nearby distance. He first assumed that it was just one of the boys playing with some explosives, or maybe their new friend with the power gloves, but those theories were tossed out the window as a young man flew across the sky and landed perfectly between him and the van.
His hazel eyes glared at the man through his messy black hair. He dressed like a punk college student with his red hoodie, blue skinny jeans that was held up with a black and white studded belt and a pair of black combat boots. The only thing that was out of place were the metal forearm guards that went over his shirt and were connected to these metal gauntlets, both with a glowing red light on the back of each hand.
"Let the girl go, shithead." The man said in a harsh tone of voice. The man simply grunted and pulled out a snub-nosed .38 pistol.
"Hope you made peace with god kid, cause you're abou-"
He didn't get a chance to finish as another loud explosion erupted from behind the man, causing him to instantly fly forward, kicking him square in the face, knocking him out cold. The man didn't know if that kid was strong enough to maybe even kill him and he didn't care.
The girl looked over at the man as all eyes were now on him. "Dante?" The girl asked.
"Yup," He said as he held up one of his gauntlets. "I just finished them today, never thought I would use them so fast. Now, what the hell is going on here?"
"I don't know, Jeremy just showed up earlier bragging about some glove he had gotten and then all of this happened." The girl snapped.
"Jeremy, Jeremy Waverly?" He asked. Jeremy Waverly was born a spoiled rotten kid and he wanted everyone to know it. His parents gave up on him and left him his trust fund and he loved throwing it in peoples faces. Until he came across a punk like Dante Embers, who didn't give a shit about his corporate daddy or his money. Now he was somehow destroying the college campus. Something was off.
Eventually he found the little shit, perched on top of a squad car drinking a glass of brandy. He was a scrawny kid compared to Dante's muscular form. His snake eyes glared at him through his black rimmed glasses.
"Dante, just the person I wanted to see." He said with a smugness that made Dante want to tear him to pieces. "You know you still owe me an apology for breaking my nose. You really need to learn your manners."
"Manners, what do you know about manners you arrogant fucking pig?" Dante snarled. "Did you have manners when you were taking photos of the girls showering or how about when you slashed the tires on one of the teacher's cars, asshole!"
"I don't need to explain myself to you, you just-"
Dante didn't give him a chance to explain, before aiming his gauntlet at Jeremy and firing a very large fire ball at him. Jeremy's eyes widened in shock and horror, so acting on his feet he raised his gauntlet as fast as he could and activated his power. The glove shined bright red, before turning the fire ball into a beach ball.
Dante was left speechless as his strongest blast was reduced to nothing but a beach toy. He didn't know what had just happened, but he didn't care as he stormed after Jeremy, knocking his men out of his way with every quick jab he could deliver.
One of the men had a pistol and aimed it right at Dante, but he quickly set off another explosion, launching him into the man, both of them skidding across the road. Dante managed to grab a hold of the mans wrist and dislocate it, quickly grabbing the gun from his limp hand.
Dante aimed the pistol at Jeremy and emptied every bullet at the insane bully. The bullets flew through the air, but when they finally reached their target the bullets turned into nerf darts. He let them bounce off of him as he merely shrugged it off.
"You are not having a very good day, are you?" Jeremy chuckled.
Dante let out a feral growl and looked down at his gauntlets. The light on his right gauntlet was bright red, meaning it was charged for another attack, but he knew if he took a shot at him it would just end up like the last attack. So, he came up with another plan.
He was ready to launch himself at Jeremy like he did with the guy before, but suddenly he felt his whole body sinking into the ground, before instantly hardening. He managed to keep his hand above the concrete. Jeremy stood before him with another sadistic grin on his face.
"I told you that you would regret crossing me, bitch!" His foot shot out and kicked across Dante's lip. Dante was shifting around and moving as fast as he could, but he couldn't move an inch, but he sure was sweating.
"When will little fools like you realize that this is where you belong, in the dirt with the rest of the rats."
"Rats live in the trash, worms live in the dirt, dipshit." Dante snapped a he licked the sweat from his lips.
"Enough jokes." Jeremy said as he raised his gauntlet towards Dante's face. He was just about to place it directly on his forehead when Dante spat on it. Jeremy was both confused and disgusted, before Dante snapped his fingers igniting the explosive compound in his sweat.
Jeremy flew back waving his injured hand around as the rest of his gang started to crowd around Dante. He didn't know what to do, until three individuals leaped in out of nowhere, well technically a sparkling gateway.
Crow flew out and blasted a few men with some stun bolts, while Wile and Tamaya beat down a couple others with their fist.
The rest became startled by the appearance and tried to run away, but Wile raised both of his arms and slammed them into the ground, causing a small earthquake through the ground and towards the runaways. They fell into the broken earth as a few others hijacked a truck and tried to take off.
Tamaya saw this and let out a deep breath before aiming her pointer finger at the truck. The entire hand glowed a dim red right before a small red beam shot out from her finger, striking the car's tire, causing it to swerve out of control. It didn't take long before the cops showed up and started to round up all of the criminals.
Only Jeremy remained and he was pissed.
"Ahh, no, this is my revenge and my moment and you all ruined it!" He said as he stomped his foot down like a child. "You all need to learn some respect!" He raised his gauntlet again, but as soon as he pointed it outwards, another portal appeared around his hand and instantly closed, severing his arm from his hand and the gauntlet.
"No, no way that just happened!" He shrieked as he fell to his knees, clutching his severed arm. Crow saw his body glow red, just like Hans did when he lost his gauntlet and flew in to remove him from the campus grounds, but the second he grabbed him, Jeremy's whole body turned into a pile of cash.
"What the hell?" Crow asked as everyone forgot what had just happened as they started fighting over the pile of money that was once a human being.
"Um, hello!?" Everyone looked down to see Dante, still stuck in the ground with a very irritated look on his face.
"Sorry," Crow said as he radioed Nymia. A second later Dante fell through a portal and right back out through another one freeing him from the ground. "Dante Embers, right?"
"Yeah, who the hell are you guys?" He asked.
"I'm Crow, this is Redfire, and 1st lieutenant Flare." He said as he pointed to Tamaya and Wile. "We're on a recruitment drive and we could use a guy like you."
"Why would you guys need me?" He asked.
"Honestly, we weren't here for you. I was recruiting someone else when my A.I had caught a blip from that pile of cash's power glove." Crow nodded towards the smaller pile of cash down the road. "I know you can blow shit up with those gauntlets and I know you don't like causing pain and destruction."
"You don't know shit," He grunted. "It wasn't the gauntlets that made the explosion it was my sweat. I was kidnapped from parents who are probably six feet under. I was born in a lab and I had shit poked and prodded in me since I first saw the light. I was designed to be a walking napalm bomb and killing was my purpose, but what those assholes didn't count on was me using this power that they gave me to escape and kill everyone in sight. You got anyone like that on your team?"
"Yes," Tamaya said as she held up her glowing hand. "Unlike you I was born with this power, but like you I was also forced to be a weapon of mass destruction. In that destruction I killed not only the people who wronged me, but my twin sister in the process. I hated what those bastards did to me and I carry it with me all the time, but I didn't let it ruin me. I used my power to take out evil like those scientists and then I moved on and found a husband, I have two children and a home to call my own. No one is forcing you to do anything and we are not demanding anything from you, but we could use all the help we can get, because someone is out there giving these gloves to dangerous people. If you want to help, we'll take it and if not, we'll understand."
A long moment of silence had passed since she had made that offer and Dante was really considering it. He wanted to say, 'fuck the world and the hell with everyone else.', but then there was that voice telling him to d the right thing. He cursed his adoptive parents for teaching him morals and nodded his head.
"I'll join you."
"We appreciate it, Dante."
"Call me, Napalm."
(Boston, 11 P.M)
Vanice overlooked the several dead bodies that were lined up in the mortuary. She used her phony credentials to gain access to their basement when she had heard about some human traffickers that had been on the F.B.I radar had turned up dead due to ingesting lethal poison. The autopsy had confirmed the cause of death to be from ingesting Ricin, but the only problem was they didn't know how.
There were no traces in their stomach, no puncture marks from a syringe on their bodies and nothing to say it was accidental. It was like it had just developed on its own. Vanice knew it wasn't a freak accident it was a person.
She had this one on her radar for a while now. She pulled out her tablet and pulled up the file she had on the assailant known as Hada. Vanice had a brief description of the assailant, five feet tall, a young woman from her side and curves, she's skilled in parkour due to her evasive maneuvers from the cops and she wields a kusarigama in her right hand and wields a Neko-Te in her left. Her most distinguish piece of attire was her red hannya mask and no matter where she went, her victims suffered from lethal toxins and blood poisonings.
No one really knew her, but Vanice knew was that her trail usually ended with her disappearing near Emerson College, which is where she was heading right now. She made a list of people who would fit that profile and after a quick look search, she came up with three people who applied for school last year. One was a boy from L.A. so he was out, the other was a girl, but she was too fat and the other was a scrawny Japanese girl whose cute little figure fit the profile perfectly.
Vancie knocked on the door to her room and it quickly opened to reveal a young nineteen-year-old girl, with silver dyed pixie cut hair. She dressed in a light gray short sleeved collared button up blouse with a dark purple pinstripe vest and a pair of black skinny jeans and black flats.
"Can I help you?" The young girl asked as she placed her right hand above the door frame. Vanice slowly crept her hand behind her and placed it on the handle of her gun.
"Yes, Akiko Morita, you can start by removing your hand away from that kusarigama and I'll remove mine from my gun." She warned the young girl, who's eyes widened when she was made and she quickly slammed the door in her face. "I'm not here to hurt you I am-was with S.H.I.E.L.D."
She stared at the closed door for a good minute before Akiko finally opened it, just enough for her to peak through.
"What do you want?" She asks.
"Well I would like to know how you poison those criminals." Vanice asked. Akiko was hesitant at first, but she quickly grabbed a nearby rose and held it up for Vanice to see. She watched as the beautiful rose slowly withered and die in less than a minute. That is how she did it, she was the poison.
"It's not like they were pillars of the community." Akiko stated defensively. "They drugged students, sold them guns and those assholes tonight were planning on abducting a few girls from a night club tonight."
"I am not judging you, while I don't condone it, it saved us some time and effort and nailing the bastards. I actually want to hire you."
"Hire me, for what?" She asked as she opened the door so she could see more of her.
"There is trouble on the horizon and we could use all the help we can get."
"Hmm…let's talk." She said as she invited her into her apartment.
(New York, 9 P.M.)
The N.Y.P.D had made their way to a rundown tenement building where four mafia members were on the ground bruised and bleeding as they laid in the broken-down room. The wreckage was bad, but not as bad as the illegal assault rifles that were duct taped into the couches in the room.
The Irish Mafia had been gun runners, but no charges or arrest have been. They were known for being violent and brutal when it came to robberies. The mafia had made a bold move by robbing a police lockup for assault rifles and ammo. Their plan was to stuff the guns in a few couches and then move them through a moving company down to L.A. and sell them to some bikers they knew there.
By the end of the week the mobsters had ratted out their employers and the bikers down in L.A. The trial would be happening soon and the evidence would be more than enough to put them away for life.
The cops or the Irish still had no idea how their anonymous tipster got this info. They had always been careful not to discuss matters out in public and they had checked their place for bugs numerous times. No one had any idea what had happened.
A black cloaked figure entered through the window of his bedroom and he quickly closed it when his nose caught the scent of a strange and unusual metal and the noise it made sounded like it was made up of a billion microorganisms.
Acting fast, the cloaked figure pulled his arm out from his cloak, aiming a clunky homemade gauntlet at Crow who aimed his repulsor cannon at the boy.
"If you make a single move, my sonic cannon will tear you to shreds." The figure said in a gruffy voice. Crow shook his head.
"You can lose the phony accent kid, I know who you are, Mente Bennington." Crow stated as he saw the men tense. Crow lowered his weapon as Mente did the same, before lowering his hood, revealing a young fifteen-year-old Salvadoran boy with messy black short black hair with two white streaks on each side of his head.
"How did you know who I was?" He asked.
"S.H.E.I.L.D kept tabs on everyone who was admitted to the hospital, those who suffered from any strange injuries from the Chitauri invasion. You along with a few others were on that list. How did you manage to bring down that crime family, they haven't accepted new members and they never leave any evidence?"
"Cologne, one of the members wears a cologne that is around three thousand dollars. I tracked him down, listened in on his conversations and I was able to get the cops to come in and clean up the mess."
"So, you do have heightened senses, just like the file says."
"Looks, I have to go to school in the morning, so are you gonna arrest me or not." Mente asked.
"I'm not here to arrest you, in fact I have something I want to offer you."
(Chicago 8 A.M.)
A few blocks away from a popular diner, the Chicago Police Department were busy scraping the mangled bank robbers off the street after encountering what they assumed to be either a wreaking ball or the Hulk.
The four men were armed with high caliber assault rifles and handguns, which were bent at the barrel or broken in half. One man was smashed head first into a car's windshield while the other two were beaten with the cars driver side door. The last man was trapped inside of an overturned dumpster and all he could say was it was a person, a scrawny woman to be exact.
The cops laughed it up in a nearby booth as a young woman sat at the bar of the diner waiting for her breakfast.
She was a young woman in her early twenties, her dark hair and olive tanned skin were hidden by her hood that was connected to her leather jacket. Her whole appearance was black with her cargo pants, combat boots and fingerless gloves.
The young girl sat by herself as she watched the cops chow down on their breakfast and then watched a little girl and her parents eat together smiling and laughing. She let out a heavy sigh and turned to her coffee as she waited for her breakfast.
She suddenly tensed when she felt someone sit right next to her on her left-hand side. She looked next to her to see an old African American man dressed in a ratty old leather jack and tattered pants. His face was covered by a pair of black shades and a black skull cap.
He said nothing, but he did order a cup of coffee while watching something on his iPhone. He kept the volume on loud enough that she could hear roaring, gunfire and a large number of explosions. She snuck a quick glance at his screen and she noticed that he was watching footage of the Incredible Hulk smashing jeeps at that college square and the attack in New York.
"Not bad, but I think you managed to keep things as subtle as you could." The man stated, getting the girls attention. He held his hands up defensively. "Relax, I'm not here to start a fight or anything. I just want to talk."
"What about?" She asked as she kept her guard up. "And keep your hands flat on the table." The man did just that as he introduced himself.
"My name is, Nick fury. I don't know if you ever heard about me?" He asked her.
"Director of S.H.E.I.L.D."
"Former Director and I know who you are, some think you're another Hulk, some say you're something else and others just call you, Berserker."
"My real name is, Johanna Thuy Minh. Why are you here?"
"Come on, is that a trick question, you know why I am here. I need someone like you on my new team. We're dealing with something bigger than a jealous brother who wants to be king. There is something out there that is preparing for war and we need all the help we can get. Now, you may be a badass tough girl, but I know you care about the common folk. Trust me I've worked with plenty of them just like you."
"No, you haven't met any girls like me." She scoffed as she sipped her coffee.
"Eh, I won't get into details about your troubled past, but I do know one thing. You fell and it was all your fault and then you did what most people choose not to do, you got back up. Now, do you want your breakfast or not?"
Johanna didn't know what he was talking about until she realized that she still hadn't gotten her meal. It doesn't take this long for waffles and bacon. She looked at Fury with her eyebrow raised.
"Really?"
Fury merely shrugged and continued to drink his coffee.
(India, 10 P.M.)
A young Indian woman stood before a mural of lord Mahadev, the destroyer. She was alone in front of the image, but se was speaking to someone who was here, but at the same time wasn't.
Her eyes that were once black, were now a deep orange as she saw through someone else's eyes.
"What is it that you want from me?" She asked calm, but annoyed.
"There are forces out there that are planning to both enslave and destroy all life in the universe, your world and mine are both in danger. Thor himself is looking into the matter, but we need more people like him and you to fight back. There is a group of people do you see them?"
The young girl closed her eyes and looked at what she was seeing. There was a man in a black suit with bird designs, a fox like man, a young woman in some strange robes and a few others that look out of the ordinary. She was confused at what she was shown.
"What was that, the Avengers?"
"Yes, and they are looking for people like you to help them."
"They need scientists and super soldiers not me, why should I even bother." She sighed wishing this conversation would just end.
"I can see you right now, you have no drive, no ambition and no desire for humans, but deep down you know that you have the power to stop what's to come."
"Ugh, fine, but I want a chance to meet Thor, give me that and I'll help you out with anything you need." She stated.
"I will be done. I trust you can get to them without my aid?"
"Sure, but who are you?"
"I am known as Heimdall, the Protector and Watcher of Worlds." He explained.
"I'm Anaya Reya, heir of Mahadev." She stated as her eyes suddenly reverted back to normal.
She let out a heavy sigh and stood up from the ground and got ready for her trip. She tied her long black hair into a ponytail. She slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans with a graphic T-Shirt that read 'How to keep an Idiot busy look on the back' and threw on a black denim jacket over that.
She stepped outside and looked up into the night sky, before levitating off the ground and flying off towards New York.
(Sweden, 12 P.M.)
Jokul sat on the porch on the porch on the log cabin in the forest near Kebnekaise Mountains. He sat on a wooden chair next to a small table tht had two mugs filled with Hot Coco and his home baked cookies. The woman he was sitting next to looked like a young twenty-four-year-old woman, but what no one knew was that she was actually one hundred and eight years old.
She was a beautiful woman with fiery orange hair that went down to her hips, and exotic yellow and gold eyes. She wore an orange tank top with various runes painted on in black with a dark blue thermal shirt and a white winter jacket with a fur lining on the hood with a pair of cargo pants and grey hiking boots. They fit her very nicely.
"Thank you for the cookies, Jokul, but why are you here exactly?" The woman asked.
"Well, Arndis, there is an incident going around our planet and we need all the help we can get to put a stop to it." Jokul explained.
"What kind of threat?" She asked.
"What do you know about the infinity stones?" Jokul asked, Arndis's eyes narrowed at the question.
"Only that they are the most powerful objects in all of the nine realms." Arndis stated.
"Well, I don't know how, or why, but someone has crafted these small gauntlets that can actually manifest the powers of these stones. They are unstable and dangerous in the wrong hands and whoever is handing them out isn't selling them for profit they are letting Earth know that war is coming."
"Hmm, what about the people that wield them, do they have anything to do with our mysterious arms dealer?" She asked.
"So far, no. One had a power stone gauntlet and he was an ex-Red Skull fanatic and I just got word that they took down a crazy trust fund kid who had a reality stone gauntlet. They never met and they were no match for our new friends."
"Then you're right, they're testing the waters. Okay, I am in." She stated proudly.
"Really, that was easy. You usually like to stay isolated." Jokul chuckled. Arndis's face broke out in a toothy grin and she quickly wrapped her arm around Jokul's neck and squeezed him tightly.
"Aw, you don't give me enough credit. You know that if I don't do anything then my home and everything I love will be destroyed and I have been eager to get out and travel some more. So, if I have to leave my cabin for a short time to get out in the world than so be it."
She quickly ran back inside of her home and approached a wooden box with a rune painted on top of it. She placed her index finger on top of it, watching as it glowed red before the lip popped off. She removed the lid and gazed down at her black armor with dark orange, red and silver/white carvings painted in the images of forests, mountains and oceans on the chest plates, arm guards and greaves with her brown leather cuisse and fingerless metal bracers.
She reached down pulled out her Viking sword with the Noarse eagle cross guard with a smoky orange gemstone in the center and her round metal shield with an etched carving of Jormungandr in the center.
"Okay, time to make a name for myself."
(Appalachian Mountains, 11 A.M.)
A young woman ran out of her home and into the forest with a small medical kit in hand. Her long black hair flew wildly under her kerchief. Her outfit as something of a gypsy as she wore a dark brown corset that laced up the chest, ending in a V and an azure gypsy style skirt. Her long boots stomp into the dirt of the forest as she approached a young boy who was surrounded by a small crowd.
"What happened?" She asked the small crowd around the boy; his sister spoke up.
"We were hiking along the trail when he stepped on a snake." The girl whimpered. "It bit him in the leg." The woman looked down at the boys swollen ankle and she sighed at how much it had swollen.
"Okay, what bit him." She watched as one of the locals walked up with a dead cotton mouth snake. "Shit, okay I'll take care of this."
She opened her med kit, but instead of gauze and bandages it was filled with small vials with various herbs. She first pulled out some green herbs and held them to the sister along with a small bowl. "Chew on these and when it's soft enough, spit it into the bowl."
The girl nodded and started to chew on the herbs, cringing at the taste as the woman worked n the boys ankle. She pulled out a small switchblade and made a small incision and watched as blood and puss oozed out.
She pulled out another vial filled with olive oil and downed the vial, allowing it to coat her mouth protecting her from the poison when she sucked t out. She spat poison out a few more times as the girl finished spiting the herbs into the bowl. The woman poured a yellow liquid into the bowl and she started to crush and mix everything together. She pulled out a small syringe and started to fill it, usually she would just apply it directly into the wound, but to much time has passed. She injected the liquid into his wound and she watched the veins started to revert back to normal.
"Okay, he will be fine." She said as the little sister wrapped her arms around the woman's neck.
"Thank you, Nissa."
"You're welcome." She smiled as she hugged her back.
Meanwhile, down the trail, Crow watched as the girl tended to the boy and spoke to Fury.
"She's talented sure, but do we really need her?" Crow asked.
"She is the most talented with herbal medicine and honestly we need someone with medical training." Fury said.
"We don't have any medics left?"
"No, most have either died, or taken up domestic jobs and don't want to come back. I can't say I blame them."
"Okay, well she is the last on one the list. I'll go talk to her and see if she is in."
"Good, it's time to assemble."
(Okay, that's the last one, here is the list of characters and the owners I would like to thank.)
Dusk5261: Wile Jones AKA 1st lieutenant Flare
Pixelfun20: Tamaya Fronz AKA Redfire
Lacrimanightmare: Nymia AKA Arcana
W.R. Winters: Nick Clauson AKA Jokul Vroasson
ObieSenpai: Dante Embers AKA Napalm
PlayedAsWritten: Johanna Thuy Minh AKA Berserker
I1am1the1best: Anaya Reya AKA Mahadev
Outcast001: Arndis Lodmunddottir AKA Rune
Arielle Delaney: Nissa Miriam Fischer AKA Dryad
POMForever: Akiko Mortia AKA Hada
71526483: Mente Bennington AKA Perception