Welcome everyone to this brand new story titled Captain America & Wonder Woman: Two World's Collide. In this story, this will be slightly different as in this version of Captain America: The First Avengers, Steve Rogers will be joining the Plumbers instead of SSR or SHIELD. But also Diana Prince will be in this story too.
But just a heads up, the Wonder Woman movie in 2017 is canon to my YJHU, she will have her outfit from the movies here. Wonder Woman movie took place in 1918 during WW1, while this story takes place in the 1940s during WW2.
Is that it? I guess it is, hope you guys enjoy this firtst chapter. This one is nothing inteerested but jsut a prologue of what's to come.
Warning: I do not own Young Justice, Marvel Cineamatic Universe, or any DC related stuff. All own by their respective companies. Fictional events that I make are mine.
Artic:
October 5, 9:21 GMT
Year: 2009
It was nothing but darkness and howling winds. Color came alive in grey, snow whirling through and clouding everywhere.
Light pierced through the grey and snow and revealed the headlight of a car that illuminated everywhere. The light receded back to grey as a figure came through the darkness of the snowstorm, the man in heavy amounts of winter clothes and a flashing beacon in hand. The car stopped in front of him, the driver and passenger hopping off the vehicle and walked towards the other man.
"Are you the guys from Washington?" The man with the beacon asked.
"You get many other visitors out here?" The lead man asked jokingly.
"How long have you been on site?" The last man questioned.
"Since this morning." The man with the beacon replied as the three men started walking. "A Russian oil team called it in about 18 hours ago."
"How come nobody spotted it before?" The third guy asked further.
"Its really not all that surprising." The first man answered. "This landscape's changing all the time."
"You got any idea what this thing is exactly?" The man asked the two arriving men.
"I don't know." One of them replied. "Its probably a weather balloon."
"I don't think so." The man replied with a slight chuckle. "You know, we don't have the equipment for a job like this."
"How long before we can start craning it out?" The driver asked.
"I don't think you guys quite understand." The man said. "You guys are going to need one hell of a crane."
It then shows them coming up to a group of people inspecting a large, black object sticking, slanted, out of the ice. One of the people stood on top of it with a search light. The men stopped before the object, both their faces scrunched in confusion. It's then show the top of object, and the red beacon lights that spread out to form the outline of a large object shaped like an arrowhead.
It's then changed to a large machine drilling a hole into the ice with a powerful green laser. Several rotation later and the clang of metal resounded revealing an ice filled area, stairs, beams, and fences all around covered in ice and snow. The two men, now outfitted in hazmat-like suits, were lowered down and looked around the dark, icy room.
"Base, we're in." One of the men said, a radio voice replying with a standard "Copy that."
As the men looked around, one of them asked "What is this?"
The two walked a few more steps, the second man's flashlight illuminating the end of the room, windows revealing more of the ice they were under, a panel of machines, and a chair.
The two men drew closer, one of them stumbling on a piece of creaking metal.
"Careful." The other man called out.
As the two reached to the chair, one of them focused his light on an object that caught his attention. He crouched and wiped away the snow. "Lieutenant!" The man called out, his partner turning around to where his partner called from. The Lieutenant shined his light on what his partner discovered. "What is it?" The man questioned.
"My God." The Lieutenant gasped.
"Base, get me a line to the Colonel." The Lieutenant ordered through the coms.
"Its 3:00 am, sir." The man on the radio replied.
"I don't care what time it is." The Lieutenant responded. "This one's waited long enough." The lieutenant declared as a red, white and blue shield frozen into the ground was shown in all its glory.
Paris:
August 9, 9:21 CEST
Year: 2005
The Louvre museum with its 16th-Century architecture and its I.M. Pei glass-and-metal pyramids- a place where the past and the future meet.
"I used to want to save the world..." Diana Prince voice as she spoke.
"This beautiful place."
"But the closer you get, the more you see the great darkness simmering within."
Diana Prince, a 5'10 woman with her black hair tied in a pony tail, antiquities expert, strides towards the Louvre, passing armed military at guard and alert.
"And mankind? That's another story altogether."
A truck pulls up, before another armed security officer exit, unloading a crate from Wayne Entrprises addressed to Diana Prince: Curator.
Diana walks down a hallway with Assyrian bas-relief sculptures showing the good, and the bad, of humanity throughout history. She takes this in.
"What one does faced with the truth, is more difficult than you think."
The crate is delivered to Diana - a wall-mounted collection of acient weaponry and greek antiquitties behind her. She eyes the Wayne Entrprises logo warily as she remembers meeting Bruce Wayne a few days ago after they formed a team of heroes. Now alone at her desk, Diana opens the crate and looks inside, stunned.
It then reveals to be a daguerreotype. It showed her from the 1940's in her Wonder Woman armor, surrounded by a band of soldiers- her friends - from long ago.
"I learned this the hard way. A long, long time ago. And now I will never be the same."
She holds up the unsigned note accompanying the photo:
"I found the original. Maybe one day you'll tell me your story."
She contemplates the faces of her friends long dead. Her eyes focus in on a man we'll soon know as Steve Rogers. She lingers on him, and then drifts to herself. Surrounded by history, Diana is overwhelmed by the memory of how this photo - and Wonder Woman - came to be -
Tønsberg, Norway:
March 3, 8:49 CEST
Year: 1942
It's cloudy night over Germanic-styled buildings and houses, with one larger structure, that looked like a church, the light of the full moon peeking through the curtain of clouds. A man ran towards the church-like building, huffing in a hurry, as the sound of explosions and gunfire sounded in the back.
The man rushed into the building, the room lit by numerous candles. He turned to see an elderly man rushing down the steps towards him.
The man yelled in Norwegian "De har kommet for det!" ("They have come for it!")
"Det har de før." ("They have before.") The elderly man replied knowing what the young man is talking about.
The man sealed the door with a wooden bar, before turning to the elderly man saying "Ikke slik." ("Not like this.")
"La dem komme." ("Let them come.") The elderly man said. "De vil aldri finne det." ("They'll never find it.")
The sounds of loud rumbling made the two men whirl around in confusion, the chandeliers and metal objects rattling around. The rumbling sound finally stopped as the two men stared at the door. Before the two could breathe a sigh of relief, the door broke apart, the old man stepping back while the stones fell onto the younger man.
The elderly man coughed and wiped away the dust, seeing a large metal object creating the large opening where the door was, the machine whirring and shifting out of the way. The elder rushed to where the younger man was, removing a large stone to reveal the man with a large bloody mark on his head, his eyes open but clearly dead.
It then shifted back to reveal the work to have been done by a large mechanical machine, the machine moving back and away from the wreckage as a long, black car rolled in, the car stopping as its hood ornament was shown.
The hood ornament being a black ring around a black skull, three black tentacles sticking out and curling out from the skull.
The black, leather boots of the diver were shown, stepping out of the car and walking. Inside the building, three soldiers dressed in black, black helmets on their heads, and a red insignia on their shoulders that matched the car's headpiece, were struggling to push open the top of a coffin. Another man, this one dressed more in a black, military outfit and cap roared at the soldiers, yelling "Open It!"
The elderly man groaned up to his feet as similarly dressed soldiers marched inside, some standing next to him. "Quickly!" The commander yelled again. "Before he-" The man stopped as he turned to the newly made opening, the soldiers ceasing their work and turning to where the commander looked.
There at the entrance was the figure of a tall man, dressed entirely in black leather, from a black leather coat with the tentacled skull pinned on his side, pants, boots, gloves, and a black hat with the Nazi symbol of the Third Reich and the tentacled skull on it. He stood there before them before walking in. "It has taken me a long time to find this place." The man spoke in a German accent.
Johann Schmidt told the Tower Keeper as he walked inside "You should be commended." He praised the old man, before turning to a soldier. "Help him up." He ordered. The soldier did so, albeit forcefully from the ground to face Schmidt.
Schmidt came up to the elderly man and wiped the dust away from the elderly's man's clothes saying "I think that you are a man of great vision. And, in this way, we are much alike."
"I am nothing like you." The elder growled at him.
"No, of course." Schmidt continued. "But what others see as superstition, you and I know to be a science."
"What you seek is just a legend." The elder denies.
"Then why make such an effort to conceal it?" Schmidt asked in reply.
He turned and walked to the coffin, taking off his cap, revealing his short, styled back, white hair, and handing the cap to one of the militarily dressed men. He placed his hands on the top of the coffin and easily shoved it away, it landing to the ground in a thud.
Inside the coffin was a skeleton, dressed in Nordic styled clothing and armor, a Viking helmet on the skeleton's head, a cape behind its skeletal corpse, and a sword placed on his lower chest and trailed down his body.
But, most intriguing of which, was the object in the skeleton's clasped hands. Schmidt removed the object from the obscurity of the skeleton's hands to fully show that the object was a glass, whitish-blue cube.
"The Tesseract was the jewel of Odin's treasure room." Schmidt spoke as he inspected the cube.
He turned and showed off the cube to the elder...before dropping it, shattering to pieces on the floor.
The soldier he gave the cap to was shocked before Schmidt spoke "It is not something one buries." He walked back to the elder. "But, I think it is close, yes?"
"I cannot help you." The elder revealed.
"No." Schmidt agreed nodding, before turning to the entrance he entered from. "But maybe you can help your village." He turned back to the old man. "You must have some friends out there. Some little grandchildren, perhaps?"
The old man stared at Schmidt in disgusted horror. "I have no need for them to die." Schmidt said.
The elder whirled to see the large machine outside, now fully visible as a large tank slowly turn its top half towards the village behind it.
The elder's form shook before he subtly gestured to behind Schmidt. The black clothed German looked behind him to see a carving on the wall of a large tree, a depiction of a city on its top, a rainbow them both, and the tree's roots trailing and spreading downward.
Schmidt casually walked towards the carving. "Yggdrasil." He spoke. "Tree of the world." Schmidt looked down the carving from the city over the tree down to the trunk and roots. "Guardian of wisdom." Schmidt looked at a peculiar part of the carving. "And also Fate."
He walked closer towards part of the carving he found intriguing, more so a carving of a snake and its eye. Schmidt pressed on the eye of the snake, an unlocking noise sounded, and the part of the carving it was on shifted and stuck out. Ominous music played as Schmidt pulled out a small box, the elder's eyes widening in horror.
Schmidt turned around, looking to the elder and his soldiers before opening it. As it opened, he was basked in blinding blue light, a humming, almost melodic sound escaping from the box. Schmidt gazed in wonder at a glowing, blue cube, that seem to shift inside it, as if a space itself to shift inside.
"And the Fuhrer digs for trinkets in the desert." Schmidt said in amazement.
"You have never seen this, have you?" Schmidt said to the elder.
"Its not for the eyes of ordinary men." The elder warned.
"Exactly." Schmidt agreed, before closing the box. He smiled sinisterly before grabbing his cap from the lieutenant. "Give the order to open fire."
As his men spoke in German and Schmidt put on his hat and began to walk away, the elder shouted "Fool! You cannot control the power you hold. You will Burn!"
"I already have." Schmidt replied, pulling out a handgun towards the approaching elder and firing, the elder falling on the floor dead, the tank behind him opening fire as well.
Schmidt looked to the dead elder, shifting the side of his cheek and mouth, it moving as if it were flexible. TIt then showed downward to reveal the silver pin of the tentacled skull, its skull now painted red with the elder's blood.