Earth-220

A repulsor beam fired out, striking an inhuman scientest. He flew into the metal railing before slumping to the floor unconscious. An armor-clad man advanced toward the railing looking down at the high-tech core of the inhuman base below him. Multiple columns of contained energy circled the room, passing the power from the core to the rest of the base.

"Jax! You made it yet? We're getting some resistance out here on this last push. They really don't want us here!" Jackson Atlas's teammate, Lily Lang spoke over their coms. Her and the rest Young Avengers still fighting to keep the remaining inhuman soldiers away from the core room. "I'm in... You guys get going before they call for reinforcements. All I have to do is infect their systems with my virus and I can disable the power core remotely. I'll meet up with you guys at the quinjet." His certain expression fell behind his helmet.

The rocket boosters in his suit activated, letting him hover quickly over the railing and down to the floor. "Got it! No pressure but we're counting on you here. Ball's in your court.'

Jax nodded while typing away at the advanced control panel. Inhuman technology was leaps beyond what the modern world had conceived. But if any outsider could comprehend it in 5 minutes it was Jax. Already bringing science to a new frontier with his Iron Might Mark V suit of armor, he was easily qualified. The black and gold redesign of the Tony Stark's iconic suit paying homage to his late mentor while also realizing one of his craziest ideas. Made completely of Nanomachines it was the perfect tool, easily adaptable in most situations, self-repairing, and easily transported.

He had to admit he'd miss donning this suit of armor. 'You make the greatest leap in modern science and you don't even get to play with it for a little while... Figures.' He snickered to himself.

Picking up movement on his radar Jax reacted quickly, taking a moment to lock any entrance into the core room before returning his attention to destroying the core. 'Looks like we're getting somewhere. Just need to keep their reinforcements at bay for a minute or two.'

Despite the barrage of weapons against the steel doors, Jax was laser-focused on his task. It almost felt unreal to him being so close to ending the human vs inhuman war that took so much from him. He wondered if Tony or his mother would be disappointed to see him so soon. Although not scientifically backed by hard facts, he'd seen enough to not totally rule the idea of an afterlife out. Jax's thoughts were interrupted when a hole ripped through one of the steel doors. The reinforcements were close to breaking in. 'Ok. We're doing this the old fashioned way then'

Jax backed away from the control panel and focused his attention on the core itself. With a thought, the armor around his hands morphed into two large guns. Each began firing rounds of ammunition at the core. The core pulsed once attacked, growing with each second, seemingly coming alive as if to defend itself. It sent shockwaves across the entire inhuman base. A wave of energy lashed out at Jax, connecting with his helmet and shattering it against his face. He howled in pain as a rush of hot air struck against his face, blowing his short black dreads in every direction. His brown eyes winced under the pressure and barely remained open. More surges of energy were expelled from the core, breaking apart more of his armor and exposing him even further. Lacerations appeared on his exposed caramel skin as more waves of energy dug into his body.

"JAX! We need you here we're ready to go in the quinjet. If it's taken you too long to infect their systems then forget it we can strike another time." Lily's concerned voice spoke out over the coms again.

"This thing's still working? Who would'a thought? Oh, and about me making it back to the quinjet in time... I lied. If I tried to destroy the core remotely they would have easily overwritten me. There's no other way but to do it manually." Jax braced himself for Lily's reaction. "You dumbass! I know you're a drama queen but this is way overboard. You're our leader so get your ass—"

"Exactly! I'm your leader so when I say to get inside the damn quinjet and leave me behind. It's an order." Jax fought not to buckle under the pressure of the core. Lily readied herself to launch a flurry of profanities at Jax when white noise erupted over their connection.

"I always get the last word in." He mustered up the strength to laugh under what felt like a ton of bricks weighing against his chest before the explosion finally happened.

Earth-1925

Laying battered and beaten on the floor of her father's office, Kyrie O'Brien for once struggled to comprehend the actions of her father. Saying he never put his hands on her would be a lie but she never thought he had it in him to kill his own daughter. She figured all parents whether they liked it or not had some sort of inherent need to protect their children, and that her father must've just had the bare minimum of that need. But apparently, she had been wrong the whole time and was reminded of her miscalculation every time the crowbar struck her small frame.

Seamus O'Brien took a knee next to his daughter. He brushed his daughter's brown shoulder-length hair from her face, resting a hand on her cheek. "Oh baby, you picked the wrong business to mess with." He cooed with an unsettling amount of tenderness in his voice.

His henchmen watched from afar, most seemingly unbothered by the brutal scene in front of them. Although the young man who caught Kyrie attempting to sabotage shipments meant for her father regretted his involvement immensely. He avoided looking directly at the 17-year-old who wasn't even much younger than he was.

Seamus saw his own grey eyes tiredly staring up at him as Kyrie struggled to breathe. Wrapping her arms around her torso in a meager attempt to protect her vital organs. As the barrage of hits from the crowbar stopped the agony seemed to get worse, her body reeled from the pain as she tried to bring herself some sort of comfort.

"I'm not gonna say this hurts me more than this hurts you cause we both know that's bullshit. I will say though, I'm impressed. If I knew you could mess with technology that well I'd have you do some work for me! Hiding you away all this time when you could'a been useful all along. We could have even avoided this." He shrugged and stood up to his full height. Seeing his tall imposing figure look down at her with a bloodied crowbar, Kyrie was sure this was her last night alive.

"You could have been a totally different person when you think about it. Under my wing maybe you'd have some class to you. Maybe stop dressing like such a bum." He roughly booted her over onto her back. Looking at her outfit with disdain.

Simply wearing a grey hoodie, a white graphic t-shirt, black athletic shorts, and simple white sneakers. Kyrie moaned in annoyance, the sound of her father's voice becoming grating to her ears.

"This whole situation is gonna give us a lot to think about. I think I finally put the fear of god into ya'." Seamus smirked at his daughter and dropped his weapon. He pulled a rag from his suit pocket and wiped away the stray flecks of blood that landed on his hands. "Get her out of my sight," he waved her off.

Kyrie's confused eyes followed her father walking over to his desk as his henchmen began moving towards her. She didn't want to get her hopes up, her injuries were severe even if she wasn't beaten to death on the floor of her father's office she could still succumb to her injuries later on.

Regardless of if it were her thoughts, or the sound of her heart thumping in her ears. She didn't notice the gun cocking at her.

She looked up in time to see a fellow leader of her father's mob pull the trigger and send a bullet squarely into her chest. The impact rocked her body, snapping her head back onto the ground. A small moan left her lips as her father rushed over from behind his desk. Everything around her sounded distorted as she watched her father thrash the man that shot her around. Visibly furious he snatched a gun from his own henchmen and shot him point-blank.

Seamus stepped over the dying man on his way back to his daughter. He kneeled down towards his daughter and Kyrie swore she saw the first trace of sympathy in him she'd ever seen as she blacked out.

Earth-948

Not a word was spoken in the wooden carriage as it hastily rode along a windy dirt path. It's one passenger, Princess Hosanna, fiddled with her leather clay-colored hood. She pulled it over her head covering her now infamously androgynous features and purple hair. She huffed, trying to keep the bottom of her heels from coming into contact with the many lumps of horse droppings. With the rocking of the carriage making it more troublesome. Especially in a life or death situation, she took her appearance very seriously, seeing there was a real chance she could be caught dead in her current state.

Although it was a morbid way of thinking, Hosanna made sure she wore her favorite pieces of jewelry. Including large golden cross earrings and multiple golden necklaces embedded with rubies. Her outfit consisted of a loose-fitting white silk blouse, a black and gold intricately designed corset, and dark bronze velvet high heeled leggings she demanded were made to fit her exact measurements.

"How long until we reach the stronghold?" Hosanna asked the carriage drivers, members of her father's guard who were tasked with her protection. Both dressed in elegant armor save for a helmet.

"Believe me, your highness I want us there as fast as possible," the older soldier replied back to her.

"I beg your pardon? What could I have done in such a short amount of time to offend you so?" The 19-year-old princess knitted her thick brows together while her mouth fell open in shock in response. Thinking over the consequences of turning him into a toad.

"I meant no offense to you, your highness. T'was referring to the madmen compelled to end your father's reign and destroy his kingdom as we know it." The seasoned guard sputtered out nervously. Trying not to anger the notoriously irritable princess.

A silent 'Oh' left Hosanna's mouth and she regained her composure. Not completely believing him but figuring it was best to leave him be. At least until she could tell her father.

The younger of the two guards was visibly affected by the words of the older knight, he swiftly looked away hoping his look of objection was unnoticed. However, his clenched jaw caught the attention of Hosanna who seemed intrigued by his response. From the corners of his eyes, he could see the wheels beginning to turn in the paranoid head of hers. Compared to the older guard who she remembered from her childhood, she had no recollection of this man prior to this very night.

With not much left to do but act before his cover was blown, the man quickly unsheathed a dagger from his side and thrust it into the neck of the older knight, pushing him from his seat in the carriage down to the ground. Hosanna's eyes widened in disbelief. Her neurotic brain had actually been onto something for once. "Hmph! to think I've been made by a spoiled brat." The knight watched as his former brother in arms bled out below him.

"You complete buffoon! How dare you let him...uh." Hosanna trailed off. Realising she was shouting her disappointment at a very visibly dying man. 'I never liked the old fart anyway.'

With no one left to defend her, Hosanna tried stringing an incantation together. As the spell began to leave her mouth her throat fell numb and the fire building inside her was extinguished.

The knight turned to face and smirked at the frightened princess. "Your demonic magic is nullified. The time of witches and warlocks is over." He held up the back of his hand to show a glowing rune carved into his skin that Hosanna quickly realized to be the cause of her powerlessness.

"You're not worthy of a dignified response. I won't give you the satisfaction." Hosanna sat still in her seat and held her head high. Refusing to let her facade of certainty fall. "Just know my father won't stop with just you. No, of course not. He'll hang your whole family. Not that he really cares for me but he is a very prideful man." Hosanna tried discouraging him.

"Your father will be dead soon if all goes as planned. Ironically, your whole family will be dead within the week." The crazed man smirked and pulled his dagger from the neck of the dead knight. Earning a disgusted groan from Hosanna. "How utterly barbaric." She remarked as she rolled her eyes at the approaching murderer. He ignored her revulsion and climbed to the back of the carriage. He pressed his knife against her neck and eyed her curiously. "Not even a little scream?" He joked. Enjoying playing with the princess. Hosanna glared at him, not impressed with his sense of humor. "For—" her snarky comment was cut off as the man sloppily dragged his knife across her throat. She clasped both hands over her neck in shock as she fell over in her seat. Left with nothing but the sick cackling of her killer.

Earth-1307

Jamie Olson drove another punch into one of his sister's assaulters. His body already limp but Jamie paid it no mind as he continued his assault. Jamie couldn't control himself, almost tripping over his own feet in pursuit of dealing more damage to one of the men who attacked his sister. Swinging his fist into him like battering rams. Every cry of pain leaving his mouth only encouraged Jamie to hit even harder the next time. Blood painted his knuckles as he continued to clobber the sick man.

The 25-year-old felt a tug on his the back of his plain tank top and turned to see another man who attacked his sister. Somehow still standing after being thrown across the alleyway he staggered his way over to Jamie, trying to help his bloodied friend. Jamie wasn't' thinking. Just acting on pure anger he had no time to comprehend that he was tossing around two fully grown men like rag dolls. Always thought of as the strong jock type by his friends and family, obviously seeing as he was an Olympic athlete. But being inhumanly strong was something that would be news to everyone.

The man's head snapped sideways as Jamie landed a well-placed jab to his jaw. He dizzily stumbled backward allowing Jamie to continue raining down punches on his hunched over frame. The man tried hiding his face from more hits but only succeeded in angering Jamie even more. "So what you're a punk now!?" The athlete was fuming at this point. He grabbed ahold of his shoulders and kneed him hard in the face, sending him crumbling to the ground. Jamie tugged at his jeans, fixing them around his hips before quickly seating himself on top of him and continued rocketing his fist into the man's face.

Beside them, Jamie's teen sister Emily gathered her bearings. Fixing her shirt onto herself again she looked over at Jamie pummeling one of her attackers. "Jamie... Jamie, that's enough we can go now. Please let's just go home." She struggled to hold herself together.

Jamie, oblivious to her plea continued attacking the man pinned under him. He showed no signs of slowing down as he bounced the man's head against the pavement. "You think she owes you anything!?" Jamie yelled at the nearly unconscious man. Sweat caked his dark brown skin as he panted heavily. In this rare moment of unfiltered rage, Jamie truly looked like a madman and that's what Emily feared.

"That's enough! Let's call the police we can go now! Please!" She crawled closer to her half-brother. Not wanting to exactly get to close to him as she was scared out of her mind of him. "You're scaring me, Jamie!"Emily hoped she still retained some influence over her brother.

Being the youngest she had her big brother wrapped around her finger. "You saved me you can stop now. Please, this is too much for me right now I just wanna go home." Emily signed. Feeling drained, cold, and embarrassed, a dark alley was the last place she wanted to be in right now.

Jamie's seafoam green eyes snapped over to Emily. They flared with anger until he really studied her face. Her eyes were red and swollen, her cheeks were flushed and wet with sticky tears, her lips twisted into a sad attempt at a smile. Realization flashed across his eyes once he saw he wasn't helping anymore. Coming to his senses he tried to think of something to say. Some magic word that could fix everything and send them both on their way like this never happened. Or even something that explained why this happened in the first place.

He fixed his mouth to speak when the sound of a cocking gun beat him to the punch. Both siblings turned to see a third man who had managed to hide away from the onslaught Jamie unleashed on his two partners. In the split second he had to react Jamie tried reaching out to Emily when a bullet pierced his back.

He keeled over, tumbling off of the beaten man below him. Emily shrieked in shock and scooted away from her brother, unsure of how to react. "What the hell? Stop!" Emily screamed at the gunman who paid her no mind, his focus solely on Jamie. With fear written all over his face, he took another shot. And then another.

A/N: OK SO I SWEAR I HAVE A GOOD EXCUSE... KINDA ... ISH. Really I wanted this out way sooner but 1.) I never ran a SYOC where I would be turning away characters so I felt like a terrible person for having t pick a cast. 2.) I got a cold and I'll be the first to admit my body wasn't made for any kind of discomfort so it had me out for the count. 3.) I hate writing introduction scenes because I suck at describing characters in a way that's not a block of text.

But all of that aside I'm still sorry you guys had to wait this long and don't worry this is not all I'm leaving you with. In my past SYOCs I've always thrown like 10 new characters at the reader and so I wanted to do the opposite of that and so I've broken things up into 2 parts. The rest of the team will be revealed in a couple of days. (Don't worry I already have them written I can't possibly flake out this time.)

Also to anyone who wasn't accepted it doesn't mean your OC wasn't good they just didn't fit the team I wanted to build. I've sent out PMS to all the people whos OCs I've accepted so you know who you are don't be worried if they weren't showcased here.

Don't be afraid to critique my writing I really think I need it anyway. Your character won't be killed off in a freak hot air balloon accident so don't worry.

OCs introduced in this chapter:

Jackson "Jax" Atlas

Kyrie O'Brien

Hosanna Tyon

Jamison "Jamie" Martin Olson