Earth-818

Mojave Allen fiercely blocked another strike from the blade of the agent he once called family. He reacted with a swipe of his Adamantium coated claws at the armored assassin. Forcing him to make some distance between the two of them. The swordsman slid across the snowy mountain tundra before having to parry more oncoming attacks from Mojave. His unbothered demeanor somehow on display even through a chrome helmet.

Fed up with his strike's being blocked, Mojave placed a kick square into the chest of his attacker. Staggering him and allowing him to aim a claw for a weak point in the assassin's exoskeleton. They sunk through the armor and pulled a scream from the assassin. He jerked backward and removed himself from the now bloody claws. Angered, he tore off his helmet to stared daggers at Mojave. "You're making this harder than it has to be! Look at the mess we're making! Look at it!" He dug his sword into the snow and motioned around to the destroyed camp around them.

"You've had this coming!" Mojave hollered. He let out a battle cry and charged again. "You'll pay for taking Jane and Holt, Jorge. I'll see to it!" His bright blue eyes burned with rage and his long dark hair waved uncontrollably in the cold wind. Although not sporting any armor, only wearing a brown suede fringe jacket with darker tribal paneling across both arms, a plain white t-shirt, baggy grey jeans, and brown boots. His advanced healing factor made him fearless.

Jorge Falion reached for his sword only for Mojave to swipe at his hand, blocking his path. Falion grunted in annoyance and backrolled away. Rising to his feet to elbow Mojave in the chin before turning to run for his sword.

Trying to keep him away from his weapon, Mojave swept Falion's legs out from under him. He hit the snow hard and rolled out of the way from more strikes. Mojave in a blind rage, stomped the ground hoping to land a hit on Falion who evaded them by a hair.

Falion rolled to a crouched position before leaping up to uppercut Mojave between his legs. He groaned in shock and stumbled away while Falion was free to finally rip his sword from the ground. "Just so you know... That didn't make me feel like more of a man." He lied.

Brandishing his sword he smiled wickedly as Mojave gained his bearings. Steam emitted from the blade as Falion spun it playfully. "You're looking at the same superheated Adamantium that put the rest of our squad six feet under. How does that make you feel?" Falion tried evoking another explosion of anger.

"Just die!" Mojave charged Jorge again. Falion reacted quickly and swiped down with his sword, forcing Mojave to block the attack from above with both of his claws. He then swiftly pulled his sword back and placed a quick cut against Mojave's cheek. Burning and slicing his dark skin simultaneously. The raging man growled, paying the cut little mind as his healing factor already began mending the wound. Exerting more energy, Mojave released another volley of attacks onto Falion. Roaring with each swipe of his claws.

The cocky assassin barely had time to react, the speed of the first few strikes caught him off guard. Tearing holes in the chest of his armor before he could bring up his sword to parry the rest of Mojave's advances. Although most would run for their lives in the face of the wild animal Mojave had become, Falion had faced similar threats fighting along the very same man he was ordered to kill.

Unable to predict the rest of Mojave's frenzy, Falion barely held his ground. He struggled to match his speed and it was all he could do to keep from losing a limb. Sensing an opening Mojave kept the attack going. Swiping savagely with his claws and looking to dig them into Falion. The assassin, unable to spot a pattern in the crazed animal's blind rage and close to losing his head, made a wild thrust with his sword. Hoping to inflict enough damage to back his opponent up.

To his surprise, a strangled groan left Mojave's lips as realization washed over his face. Falion looked down to see his sword dug into the chest of the other man, piercing his heart. Quick to react, he twisted the blade into his wound. "Meant to do that," he lied again.

"The only therapy you ever needed." Falion chuckled as he continued to wrench his hold on the sword. "Have fun healing that away." He watched as Mojave sunk to his knees. His body wanting to heal itself but the heated blade stuck inside his heart prevented its effort. His stomach turned in on itself at the thought of leaving the man that took everything away from him alive, failing his family twice by not bringing their murderer to an early grave. Looking up at the smirking assassin above him he refused to let him win.

In a last death rattle, Mojave lunged forward and dug his claws into a torn hole in his armor into the other man's chest, taking him down to the ground with him. He sunk his claws repeatedly into Falion's chest, putting his last effort into an already done deal. Unintelligible grunts of protest left Falion as he made feeble attempts to defend himself.

Soon his body fell limp in Mojave's hands as life left both of their bodies. Although Mojave could become a monster in battle he did feel unsettled with the knowledge that a dead body would be the last thing he saw. But knowing this was the only way to avenge his former tribe he was content with his ending. So he slipt away on top of his former ally.

Earth 449

Sprinting for her life, Klarissa Meret Glöckner clutched a weeping 7-year-old in her arms. Trying to soothe him while outrunning his father's goons that would gladly see her dead for the trouble she was causing them. Running down the apartment building staircase she cursed whoever was holding up the elevator. Coming to the end of a set of stairs, a door in front of them slammed open as a well-dressed gunman barged through pointing his weapon at Klarissa. And, as if the gun wasn't enough he easily towered over her 5'6 frame.

Against her better judgment, the 27-year-old rushed toward him. Turning her back to him and throwing it against the door, closing it in his face. "Oh mein Gott! We are fine! You certainly did not see a strange man pointing a gun at us." Nervous laughter flooded out of Klarissa. Taking a quick moment to regain her composure, she felt a strong impulse to tilt her head to the left and immediately followed it.

Her breath caught in her throat as a bullet ripped through the wooden door just inches from where her head had been. Spraying bits of wood across the fair skin on her cheek. She squealed in shock and started off sprinting down the last few flights of stairs.

Her ears rang from the noise of the gunshot, numbing the sound of the little boy sobbing violently in her arms. "It's ok we're almost outside. Your mother is waiting for us you'll be fine, boy." Klarissa tried to sound confident. Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs she pushed her legs to keep running and shoved her way through the glass door in front of her leading outside.

Unable to ignore the pain in her arms anymore she placed the boy on the ground and took his hand in hers."Err, can you run? We are almost there."

The boy nodded up at her and they began running hand in hand. Her dirty blonde hair bounced vigorously with every step, her stone-blue colored eyes dotted around the shadowy parking lot in search of her getaway car. The chilly night air brushed against her exposed legs thanks to the simple blue sundress she chose to wear. Complimented with simple red converse. The only thing offering her protection against the cold was the blue denim jacket Klarissa wore.

Finally spotting the expensive looking car belonging to the boy's mom parked on the far side of the parking lot, Klarissa picked up her speed. Almost dragging the boy with her at this point. 'Gah, This poor boy must be traumatized.' Her heart went out for the poor boy as the neared the car. Behind them, the same glass door swung open to reveal a swarm of thugs and most importantly their leader, the boy's father. The same man they met in the hallway raised his gun to shoot when the child's father swatted his arm down. Inraged he'd fire a single bullet in the direction of his son.

In a panic, Klarissa quickly hurried to the side of the car and pulled open the door to the backseat. She ushered the boy inside as the mob of angry men closed in on them. "Shoot the tires!" One of them yelled out. It seemed to suffice for the rest of the men as they quickly followed through with the idea. "Oh scheiße!" She hissed and clawed desperately for the passenger side door. Before her hands could touch the handle the car pulled off leaving her in the wind"Bitte! Wie konntest du! Komm zurück!" The color drained from her face as she watched her only hope of escape leave her behind.

Not having any other choice Klarissa took off after the car hoping to outrun the men. Unsurprisingly the gunmen turned their aim towards her. She felt a white-hot blast of pain rip into her back sending her falling. Her knees scraped against the hard ground as she fell to the parking lot floor and banged her head on the cement. Klarissa could feel the blood trickling from her wound and sticking to her clothes. 'Klarissa you dummkopf. What have you gotten yourself into this time.' She weakly laughed at herself. Trying to find some humor in her predicament.

In the short time it took the gang of thugs to catch up to her she was already fading.

Earth-525

Johanna Minh walked guardedly down a sidewalk, lit with dim Christmas lights and lined with mucky snow. "Still can't come up with a good reason for me to be freezing my ass out here." She huffed. Her hands rubbed against the interior of her black leather jacket trying to find warmth. Her hooded jacket was zipped up to her chest covering most of her tan olive skin. The shoulders and lapels were decorated with spikes and rivets. Her pine green crop top peaked out from under it. Black cargo pants hung from her waist, tucked into a pair of sturdy combat boots. The thick soles scrapped against the salted snow as she followed the trail she'd been on for the last 10 minutes.

In the middle of one of her patrols, she had spotted a familiar face staring right back at her. She couldn't put her finger on it but she swore she'd busted him for something before and figured it was better to be safe than sorry. The way he looked at her just didn't sit well with her. Joan wasn't totally opposed to the idea that her gut had been wrong. Heck, if she was she could go home, finish the last bit of her latest chapter, and catch up on some much-needed sleep.

Sensing her trail had gone cold, Joan had given up her attempts at stealth. Turning the corner into an alleyway she spotted her suspect. She sucked in a soft gasp and ceased noisily sliding her feet along the ground. Joan studied him from behind and watched as he struggled to light a cigarette. "Looks pretty harmless," her shoulders slumped in disappointment. "I mean, I doubt I was gonna walk in on him sacrificing a virgin but..." Joan sighed.

"Night's still young." She heard him chuckle nonchalantly.

Caught off guard he actually heard her she had no response until he turned around, showing his face to her yet again. Then it finally clicked.

"Faulkner," Joan pointed at the hitman. "I never forget a face."

"Neither do I Joan. Or should I stick to calling you, Berserker? That's what you're still going by?" He smirked daringly. Pulling the cigarette from his lips and pocketing his lighter.

Joan's sage green eyes glared daggers at Faulkner. irritated he figured out her identity. During their last encounter, he had managed to knock her hood from her head but it didn't stop her from kicking his ass and leaving him for the police after he botched a hit job. If he had some kind of connections it wouldn't be hard for her to fathom him somehow finding out her real name. Joan wondered if he knew where she lived, where she worked, or any of few friends or family. She could handle herself in a fight but the thought of someone attacking her loved ones because she didn't splurge on a mask was something she had a problem with.

"Who's Joan? I think you might have me confused with someone else but, no worries. You'll have plenty of time to think it over when you're back to dropping the soap." Joan cracked her knuckles and advanced towards Faulkner.

"You don't look so happy to see me." Faulkner frowned sarcastically as Joan stomped up to him. His amusement turned to awe as Joan wrapped her hand around his throat and lifted him into the air. "You don't look so happy either." She mocked as she dangled the grown man in the air with ease. "Nothing left to say now, huh?" A look of satisfaction flashed across Joan's face as her grip tightened around his neck.

Faulker struggled to speak as Joan kept her hold on his neck. "What was that? Speak up I can't understand you over the sound of your windpipe crushing." Joan turned her head to the side and brought Faulkner down closer to her. With her head turned Faulker swiftly unpocketed a dart gun pressed it to the back of her hand. He pulled the trigger and a needle pricked Joan's hand, injecting her with a Neutralizer.

Her grip immediately weakened as she whipped her head around to face Faulkner. Scrunching up her face in discomfort she released Faulkner and held her hand to her chest. "What crap did you just put in me!?" She tried to still sound threatening as the feeling left her body. He gave her no response as her knees gave out and she fell to the damp ground. "Don't know what a 22-year-old like you has to do to catch the attention of some pretty powerful people." Faulkner casually kneeled down to Joan's motionless body and tugged her hood from her head. Letting her short wavy chocolate hair fall free. He looked over her face, sucking his teeth in disdain for her few facial piercings.

"Who knows what the government had planned... not like it matters, after I shoot ya." He went on as he pulled a loaded gun from his coat pocket. Earning a scowl from Joan. 'Get up Joan! You're not dying to some joke who can't even light his own damn cigarette.' She tried desperately to move her athletic figure.

"Don't look at me like that doll face, it's nothin' personal. But you've been hinderin' business and I just can't allow that... Rest in peace, darlin'." He said matter of factly as he raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Earth-600

"I swear no one these days wants to live in the moment! Take a couple of seconds away from your phones and live life for right now." Helena Evangeline Fruehan wagged her finger at the two mouth gagged teens before her. One of the pair of teens snapped their eyes towards Helena annoyed with her nagging. He struggled against his gag to voice his frustration for a moment before Helena quickly pulled it down from his mouth. "You're welcome." She smiled. Sporting a cheery demeanor despite the somber aesthetic of the Hydra lair they were currently trying to escape.

"Are you stupid! We're seeing what the news is saying about all of this. We don't even know anyone else has already made it out yet." He snapped at her. Helena's mouth opened in realization and she nodded her head. "Ohh. Yeah, that makes sense. No worries guys everyone's already out in the clear. I came back just for you two" Helena patted the boy on the shoulder. "We should get going though since this place is going up in flames in a few minutes." Helena sighed and helped the teen girl beside them to her feet. "Wait, what?" The boy beside her gulped as Helena brushed some dirt off of the back of the girl's shirt.

"Yeah, what phone service are you guys signed up for? There's no way I'd have any bars down here." Helena questioned as she turned to lead them out of their small cell.

"I don't freaking know. I think Sprint or something." The boy sputtered out, obviously flustered.

"Cool. Cool. Think since I'm saving you guys' lives you could add me to your plan?" Helena turned to face the boy. Smiling sweetly as if she didn't have hauntingly porcelain skin, snake-like eyes, or a frightening blood red domino mask with glaring white lenses and fin-shaped spikes growing up the sides of her head. Her inky long hair was covered by a matching red cobra hood that sank into a red skintight bodysuit that hugged her thin muscular shape. Her nails were extended to look like dangerous claws and her canines were sharp enough to tear into flesh. Looking nothing similar to the average 19-year-old.

"Ok?" The confused girl shrugged as she freed herself from her gag.

"Perfect! Now let's blow this popsicle stand before it blows us!" Helena chirped and continued walking ahead.

"Why couldn't we just get Captain America?" The girl asked her brother while they followed close behind.

After leading both children of government officials through the old Hydra lair the trio neared the exit. "Alright, we're almost outta here just up that ladder up there it'll take us up to the top of the base that poses as a warehouse." Helana motioned to the bars leading up the wall in front of them, leading to a grate.

"Will we make it out before the explosion goes off? How much time do we have?" The girl asked as she nervously laid her hand on the bottom bar of the ladder. She looked back at Helena whos eyes drifted off into space. Her body still gleefully swaying back and forth. It wasn't until the teenage boy snapped his fingers at her that Helena fell from her trance. She tried stifling a snicker and held a hand over her mouth. "Sorry! Just an inside joke between me and my friend going on. You had to be there." Helena tapped the side of her head.

The brother and sister shared a look before coming to a nonverbal agreement. They nodded at each other before quickly scrambling up the ladder. The brother helped his sister along first before hastily climbing up after her.

"They were running away from you. Not me, I'm too cute and cuddly." Helena sassed the voice in her before a bullet dug itself into the wall beside her. Starting the kids as they tried to make their escape. Helena turned around to see a 3 Hydra agents who she guessed straggled behind the rest of them on their way out. The one who sent the warning shot quickly gained on her and held his weapon out as he started yelling in German. "Go on kids! Leave these leftovers to me." She shouted up after them and they quickly resumed their climb out of the base.

The angry Hydra agent insulted, aimed his gun at the back of the teen girl as she tried climbing to safety. Helena scowled as she thrust out her hand, beating him to the punch. A silky white string shot from her hand and clung to the agent's weapon. With a pull of her hand, she sent it flying across the room and the agent tumbling towards her off balance. Not skipping a beat she hissed emphatically, releasing a cloud of vapor towards the man's face. He tried covering his face but the mist enveloped the entire upper half of his body.

Anguish filled cries quickly filled the room as he gagged from inside the cloud. His comrades looked on as he danced around trying to free himself from the vapor. The small glimpses they saw of him through the fog showed raw red skin and bloodshot eyes. Helena's eyes snapped towards the other two men, a look of intrigue forming on her face. "Who calls next?" She winked at the agent on her left who immediately raised his gun at her. Reacting almost instantly, she thrust her palms out sending two more strings of webs at the Hydra agent. As the webs latched onto his chest Helena pulled him towards her while jumping into the air. She kicked her feet out in front of her, stomping on the man's chest. She landed hard on his torso sending him to the ground.

Helena collapsed on top of the unconscious body and looked at her last target. Not taking any chances the man let out a volley of bullets. Barely aiming with his automatic weapon. Helena gasped as she rolled over onto her side. Gripping the body of the agent underneath her she turned him over and watched as the bullets intended for her flew through his body. She easily ignored his violently shaking body and waited for the spray of bullets to stop.

The gunman cursed in German and stopped shooting. Caring for his comrade, he shuddered at the realization of his actions. Helena used the pause to her advantage and rolled over the motionless body and made it to her feet in an instance. She readied her claws to shred the last agent to pieces when a sharp pain ran across her leg. She looked down to see her blood red costume stained with her actual blood. The symbiote that acted as her second skin jumped to heal the injury already. Helena grunted and looked at her attacker who seemed to be coming back to his senses as well.

With one last lunge, she dug her claws into his chest. He squeaked before falling limp as Helena pulled her hand from him. Helena huffed and gave her attention back to the bullet in her leg. "No way." She breathed and furrowed her brows in disbelief. A shock ran through the base, cutting her inspection short. With no other option, Helena spun around and began limping towards the ladder in desperate need to escape. With one bad leg, she tried scaling the wall as fast as she could. The explosions erupting behind her providing the perfect motivation. Helena paused for a moment to look below her. Her breath caught in her throat as another explosion erupted under her, sending a stream of fire jetting right into her.

A/N: Hey, crazy seeing you here again. I wanted this chapter up a couple of days ago but because I love torturing myself I made the split decision to rewrite half of the whole chapter because... Why not. I'm thinking of an update schedule and I'm not sure I'll be able to update every single week but if not I'll be sure to post a new chapter every other week at least. I hope you enjoyed part 2 of the roundup and thanks for all the well written reviews I received the last chapter. Lastly, a few creators put some information in their character bio that I never thought of. So if you have ideas on what some alternate reality versions of your character would be, make sure to pm them to me.

Characters introduced:

Mojave Allen

Klarissa Meret Glöckner

Johanna Minh

Helena Evangeline Fruehan

Now that everyone has been introduced I have a few questions.

1.) Which member of the team has caught your attention the most?

2.) Which member of the team would you take out with you for a night on the town?

3.) I know I haven't given out all that much on the plot but where do you predict things going from here?