Misfitverse: The Korvac Saga
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Chapter 14: Livewire Strikes, Part 3!
Avengers Mansion
Jennifer Stavros, the former Hellion codenamed Roulette, was in a foul mood. The blonde luck-manipulator stomped down a hallway of Avengers Mansion.
"Stupid arrogant jackass Torch..." The New Jersey girl grumbled, whipping some of her long blonde hair out of her face. "Talking trash about me like that. Acting like I'm some sort of idiot because I'm not from this time."
"If it's any consolation, his ancestor wasn't much better." A voice consoled her. Jennifer turned around and saw Amara Aquilla, the former New Mutant codenamed Magma, standing at a wall, looking at a picture.
"Huh?" Jennifer blinked.
"The Avengers told me that the Tachyon Torch is a descendant of Johnny Storm, the Human Torch." Amara explained. "I met Johnny Storm. He was a real jerk." (1)
"Huh." Jennifer grunted, crossing her arms. "Looks like being an ass runs in the family. That jerk Torch acts like we're complete morons."
"How do you think I feel?" Amara sighed. "I was just used to life in America, and now I get taken one-thousand years into the future."
"Hey, you agreed to come back, Magma." Jennifer reminded. "If you didn't want to come back to life, you should've said no."
"We were told we'd get to go home, remember?" Amara reminded back. "Back to our century. Personally, I can't wait."
"Really?" Jennifer frowned, crossing her arms.
"Yeah." Amara nodded. "I can't wait to see the X-Men again. I even miss the Misfits and that idiot Pyro."
"Great." Jennifer scowled. "Go back to the 21st Century. Go back to dealing with being feared and hated just because you got something in your DNA, which we can't control. None of us asked to be mutants. And not to mention if your little X-Buddies saw me again...they'd kick my ass, no questions asked. Even if I did help save the universe."
"Considering what you have done as one of the Hellions, I do not blame them." Amara shot back.
"This coming from a member of a team that has been banned from a lot of places?" Jennifer cracked.
"Hey, none of that was our fault!" Amara snapped. "Some of it was the Misfits!"
"You are kidding me." Jennifer grumbled. "From what I heard, some of those incidents were caused by you X-Men. And from what I get about the X-Men/Misfit feud, some of you act like the Misfits are still the bad guys."
"They used to be bad guys." The Nova Roman explained.
"But they're not anymore." The New Jersey blonde recalled. "It really does amaze me."
"What?" Amara wondered.
"You X-Men act like you guys are the darlings of the mutant world. You want to know something?" Jennifer looked at the dark-haired girl.
"What?" Amara wondered.
"You aren't." Jennifer told Amara. "Your antics are on the tube."
"Yes, we do tend to get on the television a lot." Amara sighed. "But usually for the wrong reason."
"And what do you think that tells other mutants?" Jennifer scowled. "I'll tell you, Princess! It tells the average mutant that you X-Men are out-of-control lunatics and that normal humans have every right to fear and hate us."
"And the Hellions are so much better." Amara cracked.
"The difference between the Hellions and the X-Men is simply this: The Hellions don't go around attracting the media, and we intentionally cause trouble." Jennifer retorted. "In a way, you X-Men really aren't much help to us mutants."
"Do you actually regret any of the things you did in the Hellions?" Amara changed the subject.
"Why do you care?" The blonde scoffed. "To you, X-Man, I'm a sociopathic monster. Just like the rest of the Hellions. That's all we are. Well, let me tell you something."
"What?" Amara snorted. The Nova Roman princess found the blonde Hellion getting right in her face.
"You. Don't. Know. Me." Jennifer growled. "You don't know me. You don't know Haroun. You don't know Marie-Ange. We have pasts, we have problems, we have resentments, we have families! I'm the youngest of six! I have four elder brothers and one elder sister! I come from a big Greek family! My father was an Atlantic City dealer!" Amara gasped. (2)
"Your father was involved with..." She struggled to get the word out. "...drugs?"
"No, stupid!" Jennifer snapped. "Cards! My dad was a dealer at a casino! He dealt blackjack!" The blonde calmed down with a sigh. "Look, this 'Lost Mutants' prophecy mumbo-jumbo says that we gotta work together as some kind of combined force to beat this great cosmic evil, whatever it is."
"That doesn't mean we should try to be friends." Amara grunted.
"Who said we should try and be friends?" Jennifer answered. "I just want to get this over with and go home."
"And what makes you think that you'll be welcomed?" Amara taunted. "Do you really believe that anyone in the 21st Century will be happy to see you again? They haven't forgotten the things you have done. No matter what you do, you'll never be trusted by the heroes of that time."
"I don't give a damn what you think." Jennifer growled. "Nor do I care what anyone else thinks of me. Besides, I would not be surprised if back in our time, the heroes are more interested in going after each other than little ol' me." The blonde shrugged. "I'm no saint, but I'm also no idiot. In case you're worried, after all of this...I think it'll be a good idea for little ol' me to..." A smirk crossed the beautiful blonde's face. "...distance myself from the Hellfire Club. They can go to hell as far as I'm concerned." Amara blinked in surprise.
"I don't believe it." She shook her head. "You actually don't want to reassociate yourself with the Hellfire Club?!"
"Hey, I got blown away by one of their own. I don't owe 'em jack." Jennifer grinned.
The New York Mega-Mall
"I'll teach you to steal my ketchup!" Livewire growled, powering up. "YAH!" She fired her lightning.
"Get down!" Sam yelled. He, Roberto, and Ray ducked under the lightning blast, causing it to slam into a sign.
"Man, this broad is crazy!" Ray grumbled. "Aie!" He clutched his head as pain started.
They're scaly and yummy and oh so delish...
BAH GAWD! That guy's got a family!
All units, report to Yancy Street...
"What's going on with me?" Ray grumbled, hissing as his head started to hurt.
"Hey Berzerker!" Roberto snapped. "Wake up! Get outta dreamland!"
"What're you doing, Ray?" Sam exclaimed. "What's wrong with your head?!"
"I'm fine!" Ray snapped. "Let's just blast this broad!" Ray fired his electricity at the insane woman.
"Ray, you idiot!" Sam roared.
"My poppies!" Livewire absorbed the blast.
"Ray, Livewire is a living lightning bolt. Electricity doesn't any good against her." Sam sighed.
"...whoops." Ray blinked. He glared at a snickering Roberto. "Up yours, rich boy!"
"Man, you are stupid!" Roberto taunted. "Using electricity against a living battery?"
"At least I tried something!" Ray snapped angrily. "Let's see how well my powers work on you!"
"Knock it off!" Sam snapped, smacking Ray and Roberto upside their heads. "I'm surprised you two boneheads were ever able to concentrate on anything backin the X-Men!"
"Sor-ry, Mr. Immortal." Ray grumbled. "And how did you become immortal, anyway?"
"Can we talk about that later?!" Sam snapped.
"MUSTARD!" Livewire screeched, throwing her lightning bolts everywhere.
"Damn!" Sam cursed as he, Ray, and Roberto dodged the lightning.
"Eat sun blast, witch!" Roberto roared, firing a solar blast at Livewire.
"AGH!" The lightning-wielding woman yelped as the blast hit her.
"Keep her distracted!" Sam ordered, fiddling with the battery. "I've just about got this thing ready."
"My horse!" Livewire tried to blast Roberto with her lightning. "You won't trap me in the vinegarette and steal my spleen!"
"Agh!" Ray hissed, clutching his head.
Here is your winner, Captain Insano!
Put that down, Timmy!
"Ray, what the hell is wrong with you?!" Sam snapped.
"I don't know, man!" Ray exclaimed.
"Somebody give me a hand here!" Roberto yelled.
"You got it!" A feminine voice offered.
"Piggy?" Livewire turned around.
KA-ZAP!
A pair of green energy beams erupted from nowhere, blasting Livewire and knocking her backwards into a wall. The source walked into view. It was a beautiful woman, who seemingly was covered in metal. She appeared to be wearing a silver one-piece swimsuit with rivets on it. Her upper arms had silver riveted bands on them. Her long silver hair flew over her face, and her pupil-less eyes glowed a faint green.
"Jocasta!" Sam recognized the metal woman. "What're you doing here?!"
"Who?" Ray blinked.
"Hello, Captain Marvel." Jocasta greeted warmly, her voice carrying a slight electronic lit. "I was here doing some shopping, when I discovered you were trying to restrain Livewire here. I thought that I could help."
"Who is that?" Roberto blinked.
"Jocasta." Sam explained simply. "She's a robot. An ally of the Avengers. She's been around for a long time."
"I help maintain the mansion." She smiled warmly. "I was obtaining some new shoe polish."
"What is she, the maid?" Ray frowned.
"No, she helps keep up the Quinjets, and is a reserve member of the Avengers." Sam explained. "But she likes to help out around the house. Besides, we pay her well." Ray and Roberto's jaws dropped.
"What the hell would a robot need with money?" Ray gaped.
"She collects trinkets. And she likes to design clothes." Sam shrugged. (3)
"A fashion-designing robot." Roberto rolled his eyes. "Now I've heard everything."
"Ohhhh..." Livewire moaned as she got to her feet, holding her head. "My flutes...YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" Livewire fired lightning at the metallic Jocasta.
"Hey Robogirl!" Ray tried to warn.
"Not to worry." Jocasta smiled. "I can handle Livewire." The lightning bolts were about to hit into the robot, when...
Tweeeeeeee!
The lightning bolts ended up slamming into a green energy aura that covered Jocasta's body.
"Especially since my forcefield can easily withstand her lightning." The robot smiled.
"Why won't you cook? WHY WON'T YOU COOK?!" Livewire screamed in frustration. "YOU ARE A BAD HOT DOG!"
"She's distracted!" Sam realized. He then pointed the satellite dish end of the battery at Livewire, who was too busy trying to blast Jocasta to notice. He pressed the green button. With a whine, the battery fired a blue beam of energy at Livewire. The electric woman cried out as the beam hit her.
"What is that?" Roberto wondered.
"Tractor beam." Sam replied. "Designed to pull her in."
"Not the rabid strollers!" Livewire screamed as she tried to fight the beam's pull. "Not the rabid strollerrrrrrrrrrrrrs-!" She cried as the beam pulled her inside the battery. A green light lit up on the battery, indicating he was contained.
"Phew!" Sam wiped his brow. "That was easy. Usually Livewire can be slippery."
"It is a good thing that I was around to help distract her." Jocasta explained. "I do not recognize your friends."
"We're new." Roberto explained.
"AAAAAH!" Ray screamed, clutching his head.
"Ray!" Sam exclaimed. Jocasta gasped.
"Is something wrong with your young friend?" She inquired with concern. "My sensors indicate that his brain chemistry is...how does that old colloquialism go...yes, out of whack."
"The voices! Make them stop!" Ray screamed. "I got commercials in my head!"
"Commercials-?" Sam blinked. "We gotta get him back to the Mansion!"
Well, well, well! Looks like business is about to pick up! What insanity will happen next? What is going on with Berzerker? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
(1) – NebulaBelt's Misfitverse is based on Red Witch's Misfitverse. Red Witch characterized the Human Torch in her universe as a bit of a jerk.
(2) – The information on Roulette's past is from the comics. Also, I decided to reveal Jenny as having Greek ancestry because Stavros is a Greek name.
(3) – Jocasta was created from the brain patterns of Janet Van Dyne, the heroine known as the Wasp. Logically, she would have some of the Wasp's quirks, including a love for fashion.