Author's note: Again, sorry I'm a day late. lol, I've never been good with deadlines. This note isn't just to lament my forgetfulness, however. We have now reached the last chapter I had prewritten when I started posting this story. See, I had the inspiration for this story one week when I was dogsitting near the beginning of winter, and whenever I was at their house watching their dog, I would get like, amazing inspiration, and I would find myself writing easily and quickly. I wrote a chapter a day every day for that week. Then I went home, and I haven't written a chapter since. However, I'm finally getting back into fanfic, so I'll try my hardest to get to work on this and continue getting weekly chapters up for you all. Who knows? Maybe actually working within a deadline will help me to learn to... well, actually work within a deadline. SO EVERYBODY IF I DON'T POST WEEKLY, FLOOD MY MESSAGES WITH A BUNCH OF REMINDERS TO WRITE YOU A CHAPTER! Thank you, and enjoy. :)

P.S. There was also a lot of confusion as to who Reg is. Well, he's not Bruce, as will be shown in this chappy. He's Cap. Just letting you all know.


There were now six people living in the Caravan. But there were eight beds, and eight boxes. This had inspired quite a bit of discussion, not only of who might fill those two spots, but what might happen when they were filled.

"They're obviously not using us for anything," Light had stated. "This base is huge, with all sorts of opportunities for work, experimentation, or even manual labor. We're not even being observed. We're simply contained."

If they were useless, why would Hydra keep them around? As it was, they were simply a waste of food, energy (if you could count a single light-bulb as energy) and space. There was a growing worry in the back of everyone's mind, unspoken except by Light, over this thought. Would they be killed? Would they be left to starve when the food inevitably ran out? Would they be brought out to work or to be tortured? The possibilities were endless, but all unpleasant. It was, after all, unlikely that they would ever be simply released. Even though Hydra didn't know about Light's hacking, and therefore, their amount of knowledge, only a fool would let them loose now. Especially given the powers that Hydra did know about.

And so, as the days passed, they continuously glanced at the two empty beds, and wondered…


"So dude," Light said one afternoon, laying on his bed with his eyes closed.

"Yes?" Chill prompted when Light didn't continue.

"...There's this thing," Light said. "Called YouTube."

Silence.

"And?" Chill asked.

"...It's nuts." Light stated. "Especially this thing, called Catbug-"

The door opened, two HAZMAT dudes came in, dropping a rather small teenager. Everyone looked at him in interest, before four more HAZMAT dudes came in, dragging something that was far more interesting. After dropping him (it?) on the floor, they left, locking the door.

"Okay," Friend said. "I don't know what they did to that guy, but wow."

The dude was green. Like, really, he was just… green. He looked to be maybe about sixteen, but he was muscley. Even more muscle-bound than Sparky, and that was saying something. He was also super tall, seven feet at least.

"Sparky, help me try to get him to one of the beds," Friend said. "Reg, can you get the other one?"

"Sure," Reg said, lifting the other kid easily. He was smaller than even Red, it was concerning. In facial expression, he appeared to be around sixteen as well. He had curly brown hair, but it was kind of long and tangled.

"He weighs almost nothing," Reg stated in alarm, putting him on one of the beds.

"I wish I could say the same for him," Friend grunted, as he and Sparky struggled with the green guy. "This guy must weigh three hundred pounds!"

Reg stepped over to help, and as he strained, Light, Chill and Red gaped. Everyone paused when they noticed.

"What?" Friend asked.

"Um…" Light said. "I… I don't know what to say."

"It appears Reg has been holding out on us," Chill stated. "He just gained almost twenty pounds of muscle."

Reg looked down at himself in surprise.

Friend got a weird look on his face. "You're kidding," he said.

"No, he just got buff," Red said. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Friend said. "But I've been trying to carry this guy all the way across the room, and now he's super buff!? Come over here and take this dead weight off me!"

Reg walked over quickly and lifted the head of the green guy, just as both he and the small one began to stir.

"Timber," Light muttered.

"AGGH!" The green guy growled. "Down! Let down!"

"Okay, alright, just hold still," Sparky groaned under the suddenly-moving heavy pressure. Together, he and Reg dropped him hard, unable to do it slowly.

The green guy jumped up and took a swing at the nearest target, which happened to be Red, who dodged it easily without a thought.

Undeterred, the green guy roared and swung behind him, catching Sparky with his backhand and sending him flying toward the wall. Sparky landed on his feet and charged.

"Stop it," Chill hissed, pushing him back. "That's not going to help."

Friend went and stood in front of the green guy. "Wait," he said. "Everything's okay, we're-"

He was cut off as he had to dodge a rather large fist coming towards him. The green guy growled in frustration at his inability to beat the tar out of everything within reach.

"Dude, calm down!" Light said with a slight huff, though keeping his distance. "Seriously! We're friends."

The guy paused and turned, frowning in confusion. "You," he said. "Sound same."

"...Thank you," Light said, even though it was obvious no one had any idea what the Green dude had meant by it. "You don't sound too different yourself. Now then, will you be a good monster and let us talk to you?"

The guy frowned. "Not monster," he said. "You monster!"

"Uh, no," Light said. "Hydra. Hydra monster. Light good guy."

"What are you saying?" Chill demanded. "Why are you talking like that?"

Light rolled his eyes. "Light not get punched," he said cockily. "Friend got swung at."

"Dude, that's annoying," Friend said. "Stop it."

"Fine," Light said. Then he turned to the other bed. "You," He stated, causing the kid there- sitting up and staring at the whole thing like it was some sort of nightmare- to flinch.

Light softened slightly. "Uh, welcome to the Caravan," he said. "This is gonna sound crazy, yada-yada-yada, pretty much, we're a bunch of experiments locked in here for the foreseeable future. Don't touch our stuff, three square meals a day, we'll all introduce ourselves in a minute. Just thought I'd get that outta the way before going back to Muscles over here."

That said, he turned back to "Muscles."

"We trapped?" The guy said.

"Yes," Light answered. "And Hydra hurt us. They made us not us, and changed us. And apparently they removed all of your education while they were at it."

The guy looked slightly confused at the last part. "What?" He asked.

Light shook his head. "Nevermind," he said. "So tell me, why did you stop when you heard me?"

The guy shrugged. "Sound same," he said again.

"...Right, okay, no help there," Light said. "Time for introductions. My name is Light." He looked pointedly at Friend, who picked up the cue.

"My name's Friend," he said.

The guy grunted. "Trick," he said. "Friend not name!"

"Neither is Light," Chill noted. "Yet, you had no problem with that."

The guy frowned at Chill. "Light made sense," he said. "Why he Friend!?"

"Because I'm a nice guy," Friend said flippantly. "And because Sparky chose it."

"Who Sparky?" The guy demanded.

"I am!" Sparky said, grinning. "And that is Chill!"

"I am more than capable of introducing myself, thank you," Chill said in annoyance. "As previously stated, I am Chill."

"Wait," the guy in the corner spoke up quietly. "Why are you named Sparky and Chill?"

"Good question," Light said approvingly, turning to him. "You're smarter than most of these clowns. Sparky is Sparky because he can shoot electricity through his fingertips. And because he is Sparticus."

"And I am Chill because I am the coolest," Chill said. "Although I also have the tendency to freeze, so try not to touch my skin when I am blue."

The guy blinked, but nodded.

"I am Red," Red said. "For obvious reasons. I can also manipulate flame."

"Red easy to 'member," the green guy nodded appreciatively.

"And that's Reg," Light said, putting his arm around Reg before he could introduce himself. "Don't be fooled by his 'Regular' appearance, apparently, this guy's got strength."

Reg sighed and pushed Light's arm off his shoulder. "Pleased to meet you," he said politely, stepping forward and holding out his hand to the guy in the corner.

"You too," the kid in the corner said, hesitating for a second before reaching up to take it. His hand passed through it.

Everyone froze.

"...Whoa, I did not see that coming," Light said.

"I must admit, I'm impressed," Red said.

The kid, however, looked terrified. "H-how'd I do that!?" He demanded.

"Well, we're not entirely sure," Friend told him. "It must have something to do with whatever experiments they did on you."

"Dude, that's so cool," Light exclaimed, walking over and trying to take hold of the guy's hand. "Hmm… I can feel it. It must fluctuate, like Chill's radiation fever. But Man, Friend's hand went right through it!" He said, finishing with a grin. "You're like a ghost!"

"Well, you're certainly pale enough to be a ghost," Friend said. "Food'll get here in a couple hours, I'm sure you both are hungry."

"Yeah," the green guy said. "Hungry!"

"So then," Sparky said. "What shall your names be?"

Light looked up, distracted from where he was still examining the guy's, arm. "Ooh!" He said. "I know! Let's call him Ghost!"

"Ghost?" Red said. "Really? You're just saying that because that's what you called him a minute ago."

"Who cares?" Light said. "That's how we all picked our names. Just ask Chill."

Chill nodded.

"What do you think?" Friend asked the kid, who shrugged.

"Whatever you pick, it's fine with me," he said quietly, avoiding looking him in the eye.

Friend nodded, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "Alright, then," he said. "Um, anyone else got any ideas?"

Everyone shook their heads, except for Sparky, who opened his mouth.

"No," Chill said dismissively, holding up a hand. "Don't even try."

"Yeah, you pick lame names," Light stated. "I think Ghost's the best bet, unless you wanna go for Ribsy."

"No," Friend said in indignation. "That's a dog's name!"

"Yeah, says the guy who named him Sparky," Light said, jerking a thumb toward Sparky, who frowned.

"I like the name," he insisted.

"Anyway," Chill said. "I don't care much for the name Ribsy either."

"WHAT ABOUT ME!?" The Green guy yelled in excitement.

"Whoa, dude, don't yell," Light said, wincing and turning toward him. "We'll work on it."

Everyone thought.

"The obvious choice is Green," Friend said. "But we already have a Red."

"And we don't want to make this the Red Green show," Light said. Nobody knew what he was talking about, so they all ignored him.

"How about Strongman?" Reg suggested.

"What!?" Light exclaimed in disgust. "No! That's the stupidest name I ever heard! Besides, he's not a wrestler."

"What?" Reg said. "That doesn't make any sense!"

"Besides, how do you know he's not a wrestler?" Chill pointed out sensibly. "He very well might be."

"Whatever, he's not Andre the Giant," Light said. "And we're NOT calling him Strongman!" This last sentence was pointed at Reg, and delivered with a glare that had poor Reg sputtering in confusion. Then Light suddenly gasped and turned back to the green guy with an expression that conveyed both excitement and urgency, not at all fitting the circumstance. "I'VE GOT IT!" he yelled. He grinned.

"...What!?" Friend demanded. "Tell us!"

"Muscles!" Light stated, holding his hands up as if he'd just given a hit pitch for a presentation.

Everyone groaned. "That's not good either," Friend said.

"Besides," Red spoke up. "You're just doing it again, nominating something just because you said it earlier."

"But it fits," Light said. "And it sounds totally tough! Like he's some kind of colossus or something."

"Come on," Reg said. "It's not cool. It sounds like a goon's name."

"I LIKE MUSCLES!" The green guy suddenly yelled angrily. "ME MUSCLES!"

"See?" Light said with a smirk. "Muscles totally agrees with me."

"YEAH!" Muscles yelled. "THAT'S MY NAME!"

"Fine, calm down," Friend said in alarm, holding his hands up in surrender. "You can be Muscles!"

"HA!" Muscles said. Then he turned to Light and held up one hand. Light grinned maniacally, and gave him a high five.

"Dude, you know what this means?" He demanded, turning and smiling at everyone. "I've named, like everyone! Except for Friend and Sparky, that is."

"No, that's not true," Sparky said. "Friend picked yours."

"...Alright, fine," Light said. "So I didn't pick my own name, or either of yours. I pretty much picked everyone elses."

"Not Chill's," Friend said. "He picked it himself."

"Yeah, but from my statements," Light said.

"That doesn't count," Friend argued. "You didn't suggest it as a name. You didn't even think of it."

"It still counts," Light insisted.

"No, I'm sorry, but it doesn't," Chill spoke up. "I picked it myself. You can't claim it."

"Well…" Light said, frowning. "Well, I picked Red's."

"True, you did pick Red's," Sparky agreed. "So that's one."

"What about Ghost and Muscles?" Light demanded.

"Yeah, so you get Muscles," Friend said. "But we never signed off on Ghost."

"Ultimately, it's up to him," Reg warned. "If he doesn't like Ghost, he doesn't have to be called Ghost."

"Who made you king?" Light said. "No need to get all high-and-mighty about it."

Reg frowned in exasperated confusion. "I don't even know why I try," he stated.

"That makes two of us," Light said before turning to the kid. "How about it?" He asked. "Do you think Ghost is cool enough for you?"

The kid looked a little startled to be suddenly pushed to the center of attention, but he looked around nervously and nodded.

"You don't have to say yes if you don't mean it," Reg said kindly. "Don't be afraid to tell Light what you really think."

"Jeeze, let the kid speak for himself," Light said. "He said he liked it. He wouldn't say it if he didn't mean it."

"Yeah," The kid said, speaking up a little louder. "I- I really do like it."

"There you have it," Light said. "So I picked his name too."

"Wow, Light," Red said sarcastically. "Three out of eight. That is most of us."

"Yeah, and remind me how many people you named?" Light asked, teasing back. "Uh-huh, that's what I thought. None."

Surprisingly, Ghost chuckled. "So," he said. "Tell me more about this… Caravan."