The Watcher looked downward towards the new universe. "There are many realities in the multiverse. Some... let's just say some are stranger than others."

Phil Coulson was running down a hall toward the office of Nick Fury. He rushed into the room and saw Fury staring out of the window with a full view of a Pentagon in the distance.

"Sir, we've got a situation," Coulson warns Fury, tossing a file at his desk.

"At 0400 hours, the kingdom of Genosha was attached."

In the kingdom of Genosha, Lorna Dane was blown across the room, her head oozing with blood as she looked out the window and saw the threat: Victor Von Doom. He floated his way into the castle, his armor clanking as he stood over the princess of Genosha.

"Princess."

"If we don't contain this, keep her alive, we could be looking at an international incident."

Peter Parker-Coulson was walking alongside Fury as they made their way into an elevator, making their way downward. "I will assemble the A-Team."

"No, not this time," Fury told Peter. "This takes a much more discrete team."

"More discrete than mine?" Peter was curious to see what he had in store.

Fury then tapped several buttons on the elevator, revealing that he was imputing a code. The elevator went downward further even below levels Peter knew existed within the Triskellion.

"What the hell, Fury?" Peter asks when he sees a whole station underneath the facility. "I thought we had no secrets."

Peter looked down and saw various creatures and people walking around as if it were a normal Tuesday for them. "Don't think of it like I've been keeping secrets, Kid. Think of it more like it was need to know."

"What are they?" Peter asks.

"We never settled on a name for them quite yet," Fury admitted. "Howling Commandos. Children of Midnight. Monster Squad. Call them what you will."

Peter looked down and watched as there was some sort of land-shark running around almost like it was some sort of lost puppy. "What the hell is that?"

"They've given it the nickname 'Jeff'." Fury began to give Peter the rundown. "Jeff, the Landshark."

"Landshark?" Peter asks.

The Landshark in question bumped his head against a glass wall and looked at his own reflection, snarling and preparing to strike.

"What is it in here for?" Peter asks.

"He ate three adults after swimming to shore," Fury answered. "Since then, we've learned it has a high intelligence. It was basically an infant when it came to shore, not realizing what it did was wrong. Thought we were just seals."

Jeff didn't help that point as he charged at his own reflection, bumping into the glass.

"It's because creatures like him I don't swim in the ocean," Peter sighed.

There was someone else, watching everyone else around her, trying not to draw any attention to herself. She wore a torn blue tank top, with a black leather jacket over it. Her left sleeve went down to her arm, while her right sleeve covered only his shoulder. Her short hair was black on her right side, and the left side was all white, splitting down the middle of both sides.

"Isn't that Seol Hee?" Peter recognized her. "The popstar that just vanished?"

"She was, until on her final concert, her powers activated and she killed 800 people," Fury stated. "Now she goes under the alias of Luna Snow."

Seol Hee was on stage at her concert, down on her knees as her tears flew down her face. She then let out a scream, and her entire body shot out a blast of ice that consumed everyone and even the entire stadium itself.

There stood a man who could have been mistaken for a knight from tales of old. Adorned in a chest plate as dark as night, it bore the image of a dragon. His attire was completed with a green tunic and a yellow mask that concealed his eyes, adding to his mysterious aura. His crazy curly hair flowed free over the mask.

"Is that...?" Peter recognized the symbol.

"Lin Lie. The Immortal Iron Fist," Fury answered as they looked down at him. "Last member of the Xian Fu Xi. Weilders of the Fu Xi sword."

"What's his tragic story?" Peter asks.

Lin, bloodied and battered, washed ashore on a secluded island. Struggling to his feet, he made his way toward the nearest cave to find refuge from the biting cold. As he settled in, his gaze caught sight of an object in the distance—an egg of some sort, lying there all alone.

"He and his entire family were supposed to be killed," Fury explained. "That sword? It was destroyed, and it basically merged with his hands. He's a powerhouse in the right circumstances."

In the room stood an Apache woman, her attire reminiscent of a punk rockstar. A red bandana crowned her head, accentuating her long, black hair that cascaded down her back. She donned a red tank top paired with a matching skirt, complemented by a jacket crafted by her community. Adorning her ears were earrings embellished with bird feathers. Yet, the most startling feature was the skeletal left half of her face, from which a soft red flame emanated, seemingly unnoticed by her, as if it were invisible.

"Should I ask?" Peter wonders.

Kushala approached a group of soldiers who were laughing amongst themselves. She marched over with anger in her eyes as she then raised her hands, the left half of her face sparking as she shot out flames toward the soldiers.

"Kushala." Fury introduced Peter to her. "She attacked a U.S. Army camping ground, burnt every soldier to the ground and they covered it up as a wildfire that killed everyone."

"What's her funny nickname?" Peter wonders.

"Spirit Rider," Fury answered.

In the mess hall, a solitary figure occupied a table, clad in an all-black ensemble. The attire featured a sleek leather shirt and matching pants, complemented by sturdy boots, while a large sword was affixed securely to her back.

"Our final candidate is Illyana Rasputin, the most human and possibly sane of the bunch," Fury stated. "A mutant sorceress linked to the demonic realm of Limbo, from what she tells us at least."

Illyana dropped down and looked around as she is surrounded by fire and lava, and looked downward to see that there was a gigantic sword on the ground.

Peter was leading the crew into a Quinjet as they made their way towards the city of Latveria. Jeff was panting and jumping around, seemingly a little excited to get out of the basement of the Triskellion.

"Look, I get that none of you really want to be here..." Peter told the crew.

"I didn't think we really had much of a choice," Kushala commented.

The team was led up to the castle of Latveria by other Mutants and headed inside.

Peter was walking down a hall, caressing a bullet hole.

"Something isn't right here."

Illyana swung her sword to dodge blaster bolts coming from the Doombots in the halls. She then took a swing with her sword, sending a wave of energy that sliced through the air.

Jeff was seen leaping up into the air and catching a stick that was thrown like a dog would.

Luna created a blast of ice that shot outward, freezing an entire room of Doombots.

"You said discrete, this is anything but discrete!"

Kushala roared as she ran ahead, her entire head bursting into flames as the skull was all that remained and leaped, sending flames down and roasting the people.

Lin Lee rushed past several armed men and went behind one, quickly pinching him, and sending him thing through the wall. He then turned and ran ahead, his hands glowing green as he leaped and kicked another one of them.

"Until we figure out what is going on, we are supposed to be a team!"

AGENT S : MIDNIGHT SUNS

"We're not what you would call a conventional team," Illyana commented as she used her sword to slice through the air, creating a rift in the realm of Limbo with glowing eyes. "Shall we?"