Marvel: Resurrection (IC)

[Electic]

Liam wasn't very optimistic about that statement. Together, we can achieve that apex, do you not agree? He could only think one thing: this was the moment.
"Be ready. Just in case, you know, you need first aid, yeah?" Liam said, indirectly meant he was on for a fight.
Come on, Cougar mode, please! Liam pleaded in his head. Still, it didn't. This reminded him of his computer: laggy, always didn't respond, wifi was shit when he needed to play GTA...
"Be ready, huh? Well what for?" Kingpin asked. Just then, a crimson red mark glowed on Liam's chest. Just then, he began to morph into Cougar. After fully evolved, he tore the chains like paper.
"Seriously, you need better chains. This isn't really gonna do much." Cougar said, slyly grinning.

Hearing the super talk mutter something to himself, the 'Kingpin's look of curiosity turned confusion as crimson illumination transformed the bond man before him into some kind of animal! Backing away from the man was an unconscious action, as even the body-double couldn't hide the fear that washed over him. As the metamorphosis ended, everything began to happen all in rapid slow motion for the fake mob boss. The tables had turned so suddenly, that all composure left the charlatan. The crack of heavy steel chains, his panicked orders toward the guards to shoot, as he fell on his ass in an attempt to get out of reach of this freak.

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Manhattan, New York City, Penthouse Suite
"Business...as usual. You requested some..." she spoke, soon enough placing the briefcase onto his desk. Handing over to Kingpin - the paperwork that he had requested from her in some weeks earlier. Namely it was the usual things that someone in his line of work needed, to maintain an image of a legitimate businessman. Granted, playing the public angle was always easy - as the regular folk knew people were corrupt yet in the land of the 'free and brave' it was just a part of life. Just how many knew their politicians were corrupt, their corporations greedy or their police brutal.

The economic and security angle was a different manner - while the regular folk might be idiots; those working in the governmental organizations weren't...usually. "IRS files have been scrubbed clean. The situation that had happened in the docks have been fixed. The false insurance report is now the only legitimate one, nobody will suspect the difference. The files the FBI has on you are shallow - mostly relayed to your business in the Red Light District - it is growing a bit too hot, and you may want to remove your presence for the time being from there..."

"The murder of the ATF Agent has been...cleaned up. CIA had a mole planted in your local supermarket, running a tap on your book-keeping. He...had a slip and fall, too much alcohol..." she spoke, rubbing her hands, indication that had been fixed. The final paper came from her personally, and involved in an envelope. "Congratulations. Your son had just been accepted into Harvard University..."

Wilson Fisk scanned the offered documents as the woman recited the highlights of each. The last paper he held a moment longer than the others. Besides this, no other hint of emotion or real interest could be gleaned from his face. It was an expression that belonged on a statue, carved out of the hardest granite. That made the compliment offered ring a little cold.

"As expected, jobs well done, Ghost. You service continues to please me."

Moving to place the files into the briefcase, closing it with a snap, the large man pushed the on-call service button on his desk, alerting a need. Almost immediately a dark suited bodyguard with wrap around shades answered the door, a look of inquiry on his face. Indicating the brief case, Kingpin's eyes followed the bodyguard as he exited the room (quick as he came), before facing Ghost again. As he spoke, the crime lord's eyes would flit briefly between the open laptop screen and her.

"I have your next assignment, should you be ready to accept it now."

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Robbery Get Away

Greater New York Metro Area

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"Keep the pedal down; if something gets in the way, plow it!"

The order from the masked lieutenant was reinforced by a clap on the drivers shoulder, as he turned around. The forest green balaclava he wore disguised his features, but still showed his wolfish smile. All good things willing, they would manage to make their get away. Turning to the rest of his team within the confines of the armored transport (more of a tank, than a truck), the wind whipped at their urban tactical attire through the opened back door, as each went through the rout readying of weapons. The variety provided a wide range for this mission: foreign and domestic automatic rifles, light machine guns, and even rocket propelled grenade launchers. A wealth of weaponry provided to them by a secret benefactor, as anonymous as the arms they wield. Serial numbers filed off and makers marks blemished with acid treatment meant these were completely untraceable. They were ready, and armed for bear.

[The Democratic Marxists]

Gwen finished getting the rest of the hostages out. She pops her head back in the borders where Kate is. "You look like you might need more help than the hostages. I mean, look at you! You're a disaster." She walks fully back in the border and holds out her hand. "I'll get you back to the compound and then I'll resume helping the hostages." she holds out her hand to Kate.

Stature

"Gwen, there's 27 more hostages. Kate may be injured, but I've seen her worse. She'll be fine. You have to get the other hostages out first, cuz Jack has gone off-plan and Taskmaster is bound to know something's up."

51 down, 9 to go. Assuming Gwen had got those other fifteen hostages out.

Kate waved Gwen's hand off. "Thanks, but you better take Cassie's orders. It's true, I've been in worse conditions." Kate limped forward towards the door.

"Go Gwen, get those fifteen hostages on floor 12."

Kate stood by the door, gun in hand. She shot down any guards she saw on the floors above her.

"Guys, is the coast clear to walk these hostages to the front door? I have the last of them with me."

Kate shot down the last of the guards. "The coast is clear, walk 'em down."

Kate breathed a sigh of relief as the last nine were handed over to NYPD. They were safe. But now her focus shifted to Cap and Jack on the roof.

"Jack, what's your status? All hostages are out. Leave Taskmaster, we can't take him down. Get Cap out of there. I'm taking Cap's car back to the compound with Gwen, Cassie, and Nomad. Find a vehicle and meet us there."

Kate turned to the others. "Let's go back to base, girls."

[Lessoni]

"Jack, what's your status? All hostages are out. Leave Taskmaster, we can't take him down. Get Cap out of there. I'm taking Cap's car back to the compound with Gwen, Cassie, and Nomad. Find a vehicle and meet us there."

Jack Dredd

Leave Taskmaster. Excellent idea, he thought to himself.

"Cap! Hostages are out, let's bail!" he shouted as he delivered a final kick to Taskmaster. He didn't get off easy for it, though; the kick had cause Taskmaster to instinctively fire his pistol, hitting Jack in the shin.

"God DAMN that hurts. Twice in two days," he yelled as he teleported to Cap, grabbing him by the waist and bringing them both downwards.

"Alright, we're significantly safer. Now, let's get out of here," he said as he continued teleporting downwards. He eventually found himself in an underground garage, filled with the cars of the rich and famous.

"Ah, sweet! Let's find a nice one," he said as he broke the window of a Lamborghini, hopping into the driver's seat and hotwiring it.

"Don't ask why I know how to do that," he said as the engine roared to life. "Ah, feel the horsepower in this baby!" he yelled as he peeled out of the garage, luckily finding the door open.

Activating his comms unit, he called into his comms, "Jack, reporting in. We jacked a Lambo, on our way back. Should be there shortly," he finished.

"Well Cap, I'm thinking we got lucky with this one. Real lucky."



Taskmaster

Taskmaster was furious. He was livid that he'd let an old man and a kid get the best of him.

"How the hell'd they get the hostages out? Everyone that could've pulled off something like that is either dead, missing, or retired... don't tell me there's new pests I have to deal with," he muttered to himself as he pulled out a cellphone and and scrolled through the contacts, finding one marked only as D.

"Did you get the money?', said the merc.

"I did. I got the fake money, you bumbling fool! Report back here immediately; I'd like to know how an old man, and a team of children beat you."

"Team? There was onl-"

"Silence! I know much you don't. Report back immediately. I have more work for you, if it doesn't prove too challenging."

With that, the call disconnected.

Great, thought the Taskmaster.

[Atkemri]

Disciple

Disciple was pursuing the truck with his ice powers using the ice to skate along the road behind them. He didn't expect his night to go this way, with Spiderman and card boy (he knew his name was Ace, but Card Boy rolled off the tongue a lot better). He didn't think he'd ever actually meet Spiderman seeing as their differences in dealing with goons would be a major point of contention. Regardless he continued chasing the truck pulling closer to it. Once he was close enough he put a hand on the side of it and freezing it. He shattered the now frozen side of the truck and climbed inside. "Spiderman, take the weapons and web them up somewhere" Disciple yelled this loud enough for Spiderman and anyone else in the area would hear.

[The Democratic Marxists]

Disciple

"Spiderman, take the weapons and web them up somewhere" Disciple yelled this loud enough for Spiderman and anyone else in the area would hear.

Spider-Man

Spidey landed neatly on top of the truck. "Got it, snow cone. These thugs are walking on thin ice with you around!" Peter rolled back and slipped into the back of the truck where the crates were. There was a host of armed goons waiting for him.

"Well, didn't my friend ice guy here leave you shivering with fear? Gee, there really aren't many of you. I bet you're feeling kinda ice-olated in this tank-truck!"

Spidey dodged the bullets and threw a combination of punches and kicks at the thugs, grabbing their weapons and throwing them out the now open side of the truck and webbing them up. Thugs in the support vehicles opened their windows and shot at him.

"Holy shit," one of them said, "You're- "

"Yes," Spidey said, "I'm Batman." He came swinging down upon the car and kicked it, breaking the door open and seeing the goons spill out.

"Ok Titanic Killer, I got the weapons out and webbed up."

[Frachen]

Gwen finished getting the rest of the hostages out. She pops her head back in the borders where Kate is. "You look like you might need more help than the hostages. I mean, look at you! You're a disaster." She walks fully back in the border and holds out her hand. "I'll get you back to the compound and then I'll resume helping the hostages." she holds out her hand to Kate.

Stature

"Gwen, there's 27 more hostages. Kate may be injured, but I've seen her worse. She'll be fine. You have to get the other hostages out first, cuz Jack has gone off-plan and Taskmaster is bound to know something's up."

51 down, 9 to go. Assuming Gwen had got those other fifteen hostages out.

Kate waved Gwen's hand off. "Thanks, but you better take Cassie's orders. It's true, I've been in worse conditions." Kate limped forward towards the door.

"Go Gwen, get those fifteen hostages on floor 12."

Kate stood by the door, gun in hand. She shot down any guards she saw on the floors above her.

"Guys, is the coast clear to walk these hostages to the front door? I have the last of them with me."

Kate shot down the last of the guards. "The coast is clear, walk 'em down."

Kate breathed a sigh of relief as the last nine were handed over to NYPD. They were safe. But now her focus shifted to Cap and Jack on the roof.

"Jack, what's your status? All hostages are out. Leave Taskmaster, we can't take him down. Get Cap out of there. I'm taking Cap's car back to the compound with Gwen, Cassie, and Nomad. Find a vehicle and meet us there."

Kate turned to the others. "Let's go back to base, girls."

"K" She leaves the borders once again and after helping the last of the hostages reappears next to the car. "Nice car ya got here."
Loki
The God of mischief had assumed the Throne of Asgard recently and was enjoying himself. He loved to look from the balcony of the palace and view his whole kingdom. "So beautiful without Thor in the way to block my view." He laughs to himself as he remembers stripping Thor of his powers and sending him to Midgard, or Earth as they called it. "Pitiful fool, he didn't know when to quit." He walks back into his room and looks at the Tesseract and his staff. Two of the most powerful items in the universe. He had used them to kill Odin and strip Thor of his powers. He picks up the Tesseract and just holds it in his hand.

[Christian Confederation]

She smiles and joins Carol.
"When I was little I'd help mom and uncle client keep everything going. Funding was tight before shield came back, not that it was tight in the normal Sense, tight as in not enough funding for a global organization tight!"
She grabs too beers from the fridge and tosses one to Carol.
"So I don't know you to well and this is like what the 5th or 6th time we've meeting if you count all the times you said hi when you helped on a Mission back in the day, so what don't you tell me about yourself Carol?"

Carol pops open her beer and take a drink before speaking, "Well before I gained the powers I have now, I was a test pilot for the US Air Force in the 1980's. Back then women weren't allowed as combat pilots so became a test pilot. In 1989, we were conducting tests on a experimental lightspeed engine when were shot down by a Kree starship. I gained my powers when the engine on the experimental fighter exploded thus losing my memories. I was taken to the Kree home planet of Hala were I was taught and trained to be a Kree warrior. 6 years go by when my team and I were sent on a mission to eliminate the Skrull. I was kidnapped by the Skrull but escaped landing in a Blockbusters movie rental store. That next morning is when I first met both Nick Fury and Phil Coulson then just regular agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. After finding out my name and regaining my memories, Nick and I find out the Kree have been committing genocide against the Skrull. We decide to help the Skrull fight my former teammates. I was able to unlock my powers and destroy a Kree Bomber which are huge ships. I helped the Skrull find a new home planet when my communicater goes off telll me that Nick needed help. I arrive on Earth to see the Avengers fighting Thanos' forces. After the fight, I stayed for a little while before deciding to do some traveling. This is the first time I have been on Earth in several years. I still look like I'm in my 20's because of my powers. Please don't anybody I told you this unless I give you permission to do so. The only one I trust at the moment is you, Steve, and Buckey who I believe is your dad. Think we can go visit your dad? I consider him to be a friend like your uncle."

"Yeah he would enjoy the company!"
She lead the way to her father's room.
"Well I guess you didn't know me to well. I was born a few years before Tony died, those 11 years were the best!" She said with a smile.
"Uncle Tony used to call my Winter Widow but Mom hated it, Dad and I loved it. It kinda just stuk and I've used it since. My parents and all my Aunts and uncles helped train me since I was born, we all got along and hung out."
A frown appeared on her face.
"Than uncle Tony died, Mom and uncle Steve tryed to keep the team together and it worked until Mom died, everyone split up and started smaller teams or just retired. I started having panic and axsiaty attacks after Mom died so me and Dad moved to our cabin and we've lived there since!"

A single tear rolled down her check apon thinking of her mother.
She looked at the door.
"Well here we are!" She said before opening the door.
"Dad you have a guest!" She called.
Bucky looked up from the pizza Scarlett brought him earlier. "Carol it's so great to see you!"
He got up and gave his friend a hug with his metal arm.

[Atkemri]

Disciple

"Spiderman, take the weapons and web them up somewhere" Disciple yelled this loud enough for Spiderman and anyone else in the area would hear.

Spider-Man

Spidey landed neatly on top of the truck. "Got it, snow cone. These thugs are walking on thin ice with you around!" Peter rolled back and slipped into the back of the truck where the crates were. There was a host of armed goons waiting for him.

"Well, didn't my friend ice guy here leave you shivering with fear? Gee, there really aren't many of you. I bet you're feeling kinda ice-olated in this tank-truck!"

Spidey dodged the bullets and threw a combination of punches and kicks at the thugs, grabbing their weapons and throwing them out the now open side of the truck and webbing them up. Thugs in the support vehicles opened their windows and shot at him.

"Holy shit," one of them said, "You're- "

"Yes," Spidey said, "I'm Batman." He came swinging down upon the car and kicked it, breaking the door open and seeing the goons spill out.

"Ok Titanic Killer, I got the weapons out and webbed up."

Disciple nodded smirking beneath the demonic mask and jumped out freezing the ground beneath him and freezing the truck's tires causing it to swerve a bit before putting a wall onto the side to stop it from crashing into a storefront or something. He unfroze the tire at that point believing that the car was most definitely out of operation. "Were there any other trucks? None of them can be allowed to supply the Kingpin's operations."

[Lic]

Elektra Natchios
New York Harbor

Empty pockets are hard to handle. An empty stomach? Even harder. Elektra had no choice. She and Frank had no steady income; whatever cash they made was from bounty hunting. For Elektra this meant, at times, working for the baddies. For Frank this meant catching some baddies for other baddies. But he had one rule: he would never work for the NY mafia led by the Kingpin. They murdered his family. Elektra had no such qualms. Kingpin paid the best; therefore at times she would work for him. She hadn't told her husband this. Why would she?

But today, Elektra wasn't working for the mob. She wasn't working for anybody. She was working for herself. She hadn't had anything to eat besides tons of buttered bread for the past five days. If this went on any longer, she would be weakened.

Elktra hid behind a stack of cargo crates that were being loaded onto a ship. The talk had been one ship was pulling in from Wakanda with boxes stuffed full of gold and vibranium. One gold bar on that ship could make Elektra a cool 500,000 bucks. To put that into perspective, one box of that would contain about four bars. That would make her 2 million dollars.

And it was even better with the vibranium. One box of vibranium? A nice three million.

So great, Wakanda was exporting expensive shit for Stark Industries. Now all Elektra had to do was pull off the heist, which so far not even the most experienced criminals could do. King T'Challa had filled the ship with guards armed with high-tech Wakandan weaponry. No one could just "slip" past them.

Elektra was strong. One box of gold bars would weight about 105 pounds. One box of vibranium, about 90 pounds. Elektra could lift 260 pounds. So she would be pushing herself, but not that much.

Elektra casually lifted a massive cargo crate and walked up the Wakandan ship's gangplank. The guard stopped her, asking what she was doing. Elektra knew just enough Xhosa to reply.

"Umthwalo nje olandelayo wohambo olubuyela." She communicated she was just loading the ship for the next journey. The guard proceeded to ask for her identity. Elektra placed the crate down, revealing her face to the guard. She gave him a teasing wink.

To put its lightly, that made the guard forget about his request. He personally escorted Elektra to the loading room below deck, and told the other guards not to disturb her.

Well that was easy.

Elektra started bringing up crates and bringing down crates with the valuables. One guard questioned why she was bringing crates down. She said she'd simply brought on the crate for the wrong ship, and she'd have to load the right one. From then on no guard questioned her when she unloaded crates. After all, they thought, which woman could single handedly lift a crate full of gold or vibranium?

Every time Elektra unloaded a crate from the ship, she brought it over to where her husband's monster truck was parked. Every so often she'd blow the guards a kiss, just to keep them in line.

In this way Elektra managed to steal five crates: three crates of gold and two of vibranium. A combined value of twelve million dollars. She wouldn't be having money problems again.

Elektra chuckled as she made her getaway. By the time they realized their folly, it would be too late. Not unless some stupid hero caught on...

[Abercontin-Jereaux]

Liam wasn't very optimistic about that statement. Together, we can achieve that apex, do you not agree? He could only think one thing: this was the moment.
"Be ready. Just in case, you know, you need first aid, yeah?" Liam said, indirectly meant he was on for a fight.
Come on, Cougar mode, please! Liam pleaded in his head. Still, it didn't. This reminded him of his computer: laggy, always didn't respond, wifi was shit when he needed to play GTA...
"Be ready, huh? Well what for?" Kingpin asked. Just then, a crimson red mark glowed on Liam's chest. Just then, he began to morph into Cougar. After fully evolved, he tore the chains like paper.
"Seriously, you need better chains. This isn't really gonna do much." Cougar said, slyly grinning.

Hearing the super talk mutter something to himself, the 'Kingpin's look of curiosity turned confusion as crimson illumination transformed the bond man before him into some kind of animal! Backing away from the man was an unconscious action, as even the body-double couldn't hide the fear that washed over him. As the metamorphosis ended, everything began to happen all in rapid slow motion for the fake mob boss. The tables had turned so suddenly, that all composure left the charlatan. The crack of heavy steel chains, his panicked orders toward the guards to shoot, as he fell on his ass in an attempt to get out of reach of this freak.

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Cougar prepared himself as Kingpin ordered his guards to shoot him. Before they could load their guns, he attacked them. He slashed the first person on the chest. It wasn't exactly his hardest, but it was enough to cause very extreme pain to him. Clutching his chest, he shiuted 'Ambulance' before fainting. The second one watched in shock as he saw his colleague faint due to a slash. He didn't notice that Cougar was already in front of him. After recovering from terror, he saw Cougar. Trembling, he muttered something incomprehensible. Not wanting to waste any time, Cougar finished him with a punch. There left one guard. The guard wasn't fazed with what had happened to his 'friends', if they were even his friends. He kept on firing the gun towards Coigar, but Cougar nimbly dodged every single bullet. This guy was an accurate shooter, Cougar could tell. Alas, his bullets ran out, so he loaded some more. Cougar took this opportunity to destroy all the guards. He did a roundhouse kick, which made the guard drop his gun. Cougar picled it up, and looked at it. The guard, having realised the true power of Cougar, now trembled like the second guard. He muttered something like 'I surrender', but before he could even finish he was shot in the head. Cougar wiped hisnhands as he faced Kingpin.
"Well, what do I do bout you?" He asked.

[The Felan Federation]

Manhattan, New York City, Penthouse Suite

"What do you wish from me next?" asked Ghost, in a way - her mood didn't change at all, whether he showed the least amount of emotion, for someone whom made a living upon the suffering, scamming and destruction of others. One might think, that Ghost was as immoral as the people as she worked for - but the truth of the matter was much different.

Ghost was someone who was totally amoral - the woman could be employed to kill someone just as quickly as she could be delegated to just lookout duty. Assassination and tech support, at the flip of a coin. Granted she was best suited for hacking and cyberwarfare, as her method of killing someone was usually direct yet efficient.

One might pretty sure, if he stopped paying or hiring her around - she wouldn't likely have any second-thoughts of joining any force that paid enough to go after him. The one thing about her, that was at least constant - was that she was a mercenary at heart - she did as was paid, nothing more or less. It made her good, as she couldn't be bribed. Bad thing, she could turn very quickly - at least, not by any superhero at that.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Solstice

Underneath New York City was a network of tunnels coming from every direction and had nearly every purpose. The subways and sewers formed a maze of tunnels, where it helped served to act as a camouflage of some unusual activity deep underground. At an abandoned section of the underground tunnels, originally used for maintenance, but had since become ignored, several people had taken occupation down below the city. Several technicians were busy at work, constructing and polish a strange endoskeleton armor, where one man entered the tunnels looking for someone. "Is the boss here?" he asked, where someone pointed to one corner at the end of the room.

Michael Frayway was watching the television, where a news chopper was circling above where Taskmaster had began holding hostages. "We are unable to determine how many hostages are alive, however we are getting word that authorities are doing whatever they can to save the remaining hostages! Our chopper is near the building where the declared villian Taskmaster is demanding for a ransom, but we are not sure on the overall outcome!" the reporter aboard the news chopper was saying on camera, as their chopper was near the building where Taskmaster was.

"Sir, I gotten you your take-out dinner like you asked for. It's some chinese takeout, but it's better to not call for a catering service." the henchman delivering the food said to Frayway, as he was on an old couch, studying the events shown by the news on the current hostage crisis. "Yes.." Frayway softly said, as he was trying to calculate a plan, since the police were mainly distracted. "What's the status of the armor? I want to do a visit to one of Oscorp's establishments. I want them to know that I'm after them. They will not forget Solstice." Solstice, the alias of Frayway said, as he opened up the bag of food.

"Sir, the armor is ready, but we worry about your safety."
"Safety? This is the most powerful of our technology and we will not stop until we deliver justice to the ones who ruined us."
"We know, but what is they get you?"
"I will have to take measures to get rid of anyone who is in my path. We already established that Oscorp and those government lackies are the enemy. Upon the destruction of Oscorp, we will go after those still in power that shifted their blame towards Solstice." Frayway explained, as he got up from his couch and walked towards the armor that was being positioned on a platform similar to a landing pad. He admired the armor by feeling the surface of the chestplate. "They will see how powerful we truly are. We will rise and throw them to the ashes where they tossed us to. They will know about Solstice." Frayway said.

The armor was getting a bit of a polish, but in a couple of hours, he pay a visit towards a location of Oscorp.

[Atkemri]

J. Jonah Jameson
"Just The Facts with J. Jonah Jameson"

Jameson still wasn't used to this "Podcast" thing even after all these years. He had been doing it for a while now, but even now he couldn't work out all the buttons and technology that goes into it. Luckily he had his intern Jared to deal with all that anyway it was time to start the show. The cameras turned on and he began "Hello citizens of New York, I have noticed something quite disturbing. The villain calling himself Taskmaster took hostages and executed some unfortunate victims. Before we start our show let us have a moment for those lost..." A few seconds passed and then started again. "In this incident, the 'Young Avengers' reared their ugly heads and instead of letting the police deal with the highly delicate hostage situation, Kate Bishop and Stature and the rest of the UNKNOWN AND THUS UNACCOUNTABLE TEENAGERS busted inside and tried to save the civilians. Remember these are TEENAGERS AND FRAT KIDS HANDLING A VERY DELICATE HOSTAGE SITUATION!" As his yelling got louder he stopped for a moment and took a few deep breaths as he could be seen getting red. "Do I even need to mention what's wrong with this?!? Especially since the majority of the team could do anything and get away scot-free as we know nothing about them?!?!? So what we have are a bunch of glory hungry teenagers modeling themselves after a broken group who did legitimate good, but with none of the grace and tact! And the worst part is THEY GOT TO CAPTAIN AMERICA! HE WAS SEEN GOING TO THE AVENGERS COMPOUND! IS THE SITUATION SO BAD THAT EVEN OUR OWN NATIONAL ICON IS CORRUPTED?!? THE WHOLE SITUATION IS BONKERS!!!!"

Jameson stopped as he heard giggling inside his own office "Which one of you is that hmmm?" A woman in the back raised her hand "Why are you laughing Susan??" Susan tried to hold back laughter and giggling while answering "You-hehehe- y-you said b-b-bonk-sksksksksk bonkers in the c-c-current year James." J. Jonah Jameson was many things both to him and to the outside world, but a laughingstock certainly wasn't one of them... At least to himself. "SUSAN YOU ARE FIRED AND SO IS YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!" Susan looked shocked for a moment before quietly answering "my family doesn't work here sir." Jameson took in this information. "Alright then, to the immediate family of Susan Collins you are welcomed to the "Just The Facts with J. Jonah Jameson" family... NOW GET OUT OF IT YOU'RE FIRED!!!!" Susan slowly made her way out and grabbed her things and the Podcast continued with Jameson bashing the mob and really any super-powered faction in NYC.

[Frachen]

J. Jonah Jameson
"Just The Facts with J. Jonah Jameson"

Jameson still wasn't used to this "Podcast" thing even after all these years. He had been doing it for a while now, but even now he couldn't work out all the buttons and technology that goes into it. Luckily he had his intern Jared to deal with all that anyway it was time to start the show. The cameras turned on and he began "Hello citizens of New York, I have noticed something quite disturbing. The villain calling himself Taskmaster took hostages and executed some unfortunate victims. Before we start our show let us have a moment for those lost..." A few seconds passed and then started again. "In this incident, the 'Young Avengers' reared their ugly heads and instead of letting the police deal with the highly delicate hostage situation, Kate Bishop and Stature and the rest of the UNKNOWN AND THUS UNACCOUNTABLE TEENAGERS busted inside and tried to save the civilians. Remember these are TEENAGERS AND FRAT KIDS HANDLING A VERY DELICATE HOSTAGE SITUATION!" As his yelling got louder he stopped for a moment and took a few deep breaths as he could be seen getting red. "Do I even need to mention what's wrong with this?!? Especially since the majority of the team could do anything and get away scot-free as we know nothing about them?!?!? So what we have are a bunch of glory hungry teenagers modeling themselves after a broken group who did legitimate good, but with none of the grace and tact! And the worst part is THEY GOT TO CAPTAIN AMERICA! HE WAS SEEN GOING TO THE AVENGERS COMPOUND! IS THE SITUATION SO BAD THAT EVEN OUR OWN NATIONAL ICON IS CORRUPTED?!? THE WHOLE SITUATION IS BONKERS!!!!"

Jameson stopped as he heard giggling inside his own office "Which one of you is that hmmm?" A woman in the back raised her hand "Why are you laughing Susan??" Susan tried to hold back laughter and giggling while answering "You-hehehe- y-you said b-b-bonk-sksksksksk bonkers in the c-c-current year James." J. Jonah Jameson was many things both to him and to the outside world, but a laughingstock certainly wasn't one of them... At least to himself. "SUSAN YOU ARE FIRED AND SO IS YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY!" Susan looked shocked for a moment before quietly answering "my family doesn't work here sir." Jameson took in this information. "Alright then, to the immediate family of Susan Collins you are welcomed to the "Just The Facts with J. Jonah Jameson" family... NOW GET OUT OF IT YOU'RE FIRED!!!!" Susan slowly made her way out and grabbed her things and the Podcast continued.

"OOH, I made the news." Gwen sits outside of the borders where no one can see or hear her. She's been just chilling and decided to see what this angry man had to say. "Though, he should know me, after all, I was all OVER the news at one point." she takes a sip of a soda. "Wonder if he's gonna start asking for the police to arrest us, uhg, I do NOT want to go back there."

[Lavar Baller]

Elektra Natchios
New York Harbor
In this way Elektra managed to steal five crates: three crates of gold and two of vibranium. A combined value of twelve million dollars. She wouldn't be having money problems again.

Elektra chuckled as she made her getaway. By the time they realized their folly, it would be too late. Not unless some stupid hero caught on...

Jennifer Walters/She Hulk

Jen was marveling at what a stroke of luck it had been that she was down at the Harbor when Elektra pulled her heist. Jen was just down there doing boring stuff, hearing the case of a potential client who was trying to bring charges against his employer at the docks...nothing too interesting. That's when Jen spotted her. A woman who was older than her, but seemed younger in the revealing red costume that she wore. Jen would have spotted her anywhere. It was Elektra Natchios, Hell's Kitchen's very own troublemaker.

Jen called out to her, but Elektra was moving very quickly...with a crate on her back. Last Jen had checked, Elektra wasn't a cargo loader. And Jennifer had also heard about the shipment of vibranium and gold pulling in from Wakanda. Jen immediately caught on to Elektra's plan.

She hurried after the cunning woman, but Elektra had just jumped in her truck and was driving away. No matter. Jen had a better car anyway.

After changing into her superset, Jen climbed into her custom sky-blue mustang and sped off after the truck. Jen wasn't an impoverished lawyer like the famous Hell's Kitchen lawman, Matt Murdock. Jennifer Walter took a variety of customers...including the Manhattan elite. Hence the rad car.

Jen turned green as she zoomed up the twisted roads of downtown New York. It straightened out once they were on the highway of the West side.

When they were nearing Elektra's neighborhood, Jen parked her car and ran on foot after the thief. She slowed behind the truck and grabbed from the back. It wasn't going anywhere.

"You're coming with me, girlfriend."

[The Democratic Marxists]

Kate Bishop

Kate dragged herself out of bed. It was 8:00 AM. Time to get up. She'd stayed overnight in the compound, as had Steve, Jack, and Cassie, along with Scarlett and Carol Danvers. Danielle had work and nobody ever knew where Gwen was.

Kate got on her crutches and trudged in her pajamas to the Compound's kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. It had been a bad night. They'd got home to the Compound at 4 AM. She could only sleep for an hour. She'd had a bad dream that Clint had finally come home, and that she'd run up to hug him but he stabbed her. When she looked up at his face, it wasn't Clint in the dream. It was Dr. Doom.

Kate really missed Clint. She hadn't ever been close to many people, including her parents, but Clint had been the closest person in her life. And now he was missing. She hated to think about it.

Kate walked with her coffee to the gym. She picked up a bow and a quiver, shooting rapid fire arrows at the target on the far end of the room. She hit the bullseye, of course. And hit each of her previous arrows. Feeling a little more awake, Kate walked to the common room and plopped down on the couch in front of the TV. She turned on the news.

"Today's headlines: J. Jonah Jameson, the eminent editor of the Daily Bugle, delivered a soliloquy on his popular podcast this morning that many applauded as insightful and rebellious. Take a listen:"

Kate frowned as the MSNBC anchor directed the screen to the image of Jameson. He was now an old man, still with the scruffy mustache. He was now balding a little. Kate laughed a little at the image of the old bag hooked up to a microphone with a headset and yelling to his listeners.

J. Jonah Jameson
"In this incident, the 'Young Avengers' reared their ugly heads and instead of letting the police deal with the highly delicate hostage situation, Kate Bishop and Stature and the rest of the UNKNOWN AND THUS UNACCOUNTABLE TEENAGERS busted inside and tried to save the civilians. Remember these are TEENAGERS AND FRAT KIDS HANDLING A VERY DELICATE HOSTAGE SITUATION!" As his yelling got louder he stopped for a moment and took a few deep breaths as he could be seen getting red. "Do I even need to mention what's wrong with this?!? Especially since the majority of the team could do anything and get away scot-free as we know nothing about them?!?!? So what we have are a bunch of glory hungry teenagers modeling themselves after a broken group who did legitimate good, but with none of the grace and tact! And the worst part is THEY GOT TO CAPTAIN AMERICA! HE WAS SEEN GOING TO THE AVENGERS COMPOUND! IS THE SITUATION SO BAD THAT EVEN OUR OWN NATIONAL ICON IS CORRUPTED?!? THE WHOLE SITUATION IS BONKERS!!!!"

Man, the guy was frothing in anger. Under any other circumstances Kate would have laughed, but she just shook her head. She was feeling pretty bad about last night. Cap clearly hadn't been ready; they had to put him in a wheelchair after the fight with Taskmaster. She herself had been left in a leg cast and crutches; the AI medic instructed her to stay out of action for at least a week. Of course, Kate wouldn't have any of that. She'd get back to work in three days if she really could.

She sipped her coffee and sat, deep in thought. They'd saved all of the living hostages, and they'd wiped out Taskmaster's men. But they couldn't catch the man himself. Kate knew that he wasn't the type to work to get a ransom; someone must have employed him. Which means he could get more men. But why would someone employ a heavy hitter like Taskmaster for a simple ransom case? They must have tried to make the stakes really high...to attract the attention of the Avengers.

Kate just couldn't wrap her head around it.

[Beautiful Ladakh]

Kate Bishop

She sipped her coffee and sat, deep in thought. They'd saved all of the living hostages, and they'd wiped out Taskmaster's men. But they couldn't catch the man himself. Kate knew that he wasn't the type to work to get a ransom; someone must have employed him. Which means he could get more men. But why would someone employ a heavy hitter like Taskmaster for a simple ransom case? They must have tried to make the stakes really high...to attract the attention of the Avengers.

Kate just couldn't wrap her head around it.

Steve Rogers

Steve had, with great difficulty, managed to pull himself out of bed. He pulled on some spare jeans he had left in his old room in the compound, as well as a light blue collared shirt. Falling into his wheelchair, he rolled himself and his broken body to the common room where he heard the morning news blaring.

He entered to find Kate sitting alone on the couch there still in her PJs, dark circles under her eyes and her hair all crazy.

"So...rough night, huh?" He rolled up next to her seat.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. It's my fault. I take the blame. But you kids shouldn't have dragged me out, you know I'm an old man! I can't do this job anymore. I physically can't. And you kids aren't ready either. You should find another mentor. I can't help you."

[Dentali]

Kate Bishop

She sipped her coffee and sat, deep in thought. They'd saved all of the living hostages, and they'd wiped out Taskmaster's men. But they couldn't catch the man himself. Kate knew that he wasn't the type to work to get a ransom; someone must have employed him. Which means he could get more men. But why would someone employ a heavy hitter like Taskmaster for a simple ransom case? They must have tried to make the stakes really high...to attract the attention of the Avengers.

Kate just couldn't wrap her head around it.

Steve Rogers

Steve had, with great difficulty, managed to pull himself out of bed. He pulled on some spare jeans he had left in his old room in the compound, as well as a light blue collared shirt. Falling into his wheelchair, he rolled himself and his broken body to the common room where he heard the morning news blaring.

He entered to find Kate sitting alone on the couch there still in her PJs, dark circles under her eyes and her hair all crazy.

"So...rough night, huh?" He rolled up next to her seat.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. It's my fault. I take the blame. But you kids shouldn't have dragged me out, you know I'm an old man! I can't do this job anymore. I physically can't. And you kids aren't ready either. You should find another mentor. I can't help you."

TEXT MESSAGE
TO: Kate Bishop
FROM: Danielle

Sorry I had to run after the mission, can we talk on my lunch break around noon? Either give me a call or stop by the coffee shop in the Bronx. Civilian clothes please.

[Atkemri]

Ethan Edwards
His Apartment

The last night had been very interesting yet successful. The Kingpin's plot had been stopped and the weapons were off the streets but in the last day, a lot had also happened. The Taskmaster had held a lot of people for ransom and though he focused on the mafia he couldn't just let people get maimed like that. He didn't have any information on the Taskmaster and as far as Ethan knew only the Young Avengers had the info on the Taskmaster and where he might be now. He didn't want to get caught up in the Avengers, however, though an honor the new team didn't seen yo be as stable as the last and it was highly likely that they would end up in some pointless infighting. He had no choice however aside from interrogating one of them which would not end well for anyone. While thinking about his options he suddenly felt a cold chill run up his spine "Oh Lord not now."

Azreal, his 'patron' and demon slowly formed himself into his room in his true form the terrifying, bone-chilling, true form that only came up when Azreal wasn't trying to look appealing. "What is it this time Azreal?" Azreal moved forward as the room began growing icicles "Your haul has been quite good and my army grows, however, I noticed you were thinking about the Avengers. Why don't you join and-" Ethan already saw where this was going "No Azreal I will not steal their souls for you. They seem like good enough people." Azreal looked displeased before his face snapped back to the horrifying default. "Well then, just wait until the capture the Taskmaster and kill him in prison for revenge." Ethan also saw this rouse "I'm not getting you his soul either. You won't trick me into doing that again." Azreal left after this statement putting the room back to the normal temperature and Ethan knew what he would do. He was going to join the Young Avengers mostly to annoy Azreal. An hour later he drove to the front of the Avengers compound and created a block of ice beneath him and moving it up so he could climb over the wall.

[Christian Confederation]

Kate Bishop

She sipped her coffee and sat, deep in thought. They'd saved all of the living hostages, and they'd wiped out Taskmaster's men. But they couldn't catch the man himself. Kate knew that he wasn't the type to work to get a ransom; someone must have employed him. Which means he could get more men. But why would someone employ a heavy hitter like Taskmaster for a simple ransom case? They must have tried to make the stakes really high...to attract the attention of the Avengers.

Kate just couldn't wrap her head around it.

Steve Rogers

Steve had, with great difficulty, managed to pull himself out of bed. He pulled on some spare jeans he had left in his old room in the compound, as well as a light blue collared shirt. Falling into his wheelchair, he rolled himself and his broken body to the common room where he heard the morning news blaring.

He entered to find Kate sitting alone on the couch there still in her PJs, dark circles under her eyes and her hair all crazy.

"So...rough night, huh?" He rolled up next to her seat.

"Look, I'm sorry about last night. It's my fault. I take the blame. But you kids shouldn't have dragged me out, you know I'm an old man! I can't do this job anymore. I physically can't. And you kids aren't ready either. You should find another mentor. I can't help you."

Scarlett walked in and joined the others in the living room.
"Hi Uncle Steve, Hi Kate did you sleep well?"
She looked at JJJ on the TV and laughed.
"Jesus I thought that Alex Jones rip off was dead! He used to only target Dad and Peter, I guess he just hates everyone now!" She said thinking aload.

She than looked at the thermostat.
"O Yeah all the rooms are clean and the fund Tony set up is active again! Everything in the garage just needs gas or s few parts, the jet is grounded until we fix it and find a pilot!"

[Main Nation Ministry]

Solstice

The day after the events of the hostage crisis, the morning was calm at the Mann-McCauley bank as people were making exchanges in the large bank. While the interior was flashy and gave off the colors of gold to display the bank as a place of wealth, it had somewhat of a suspicious vibe, since most of the clients using the bank were richer than many. Thanks to the efforts of Oscorp, they have been using the Mann-McCauley bank to store some of their savings, though some of their profits were in other areas and offshore accounts, making their power unknown. The bank manager looked from his office through a clock face that was overlooking the lobby, where he was making a call to the bank director, as he wanted to discuss some important matters.

"We need to increase security at the bank. Oscorp emailed us that one of their properties had a break-in and they want to make sure that some of their profits are still intact."
"..."
"I know, but a crime spree seems to be happening."

Back in the lobby, a costumer was being a bit frustrated when a new employee was having trouble accessing their bank account. "So could you say your social security number? I didn't hear you the first time."
"Look, I need to whisper it or I get my money stolen."
"Right, do you have a pen?"
"No, do you?"
"Right..maybe you say it slowly in parts, that can work."
"Ughh. Ok, the first set of numbers is-"

BOOM!

From one of the windows of the bank's entrance, an actual car came flying into the lobby, as many surprised people saw that an almost towering man walked in. Their left hand charging up bolts of electricity, as the other hand was gripping a high-tech flamethrower. Solstice had arrived for a withdrawal. Walking up to one of the bank teller where a crowded line had immediately shorted, due to people fleeing for their lives, Solstice asked to see the manager. "I'm demanding to access your vault. Where is your manager?" Solstice said, charging up his left hand, which the bank teller immediately tried to press the button underneath the corner for the silent alarm.

"Hold it right there!" a security guard appeared near Solstice pointing a pistol at him. "Could you please put both of your hands in the air! I mean, I'm not afraid to use this!" These words meant nothing to Solstice, as he unleashed a bolt of electricity at the guard, electrocuting him where he started to smoke. The bank manager, watching this scene unfold from his office, immediately told the director. "We being robbed! Get SWAT in here or something! There is an actual maniac here robbing the bank!"

Solstice proceeded to walk through the back of the bank, as it led to the stairs to where he can find the manager to unlock the vault for him. By now, several police cars were on their way to the scene of the bank robbery, but they wouldn't be no match for Solstice. They are definitely going to need some extra help.

[Frachen]

Solstice

The day after the events of the hostage crisis, the morning was calm at the Mann-McCauley bank as people were making exchanges in the large bank. While the interior was flashy and gave off the colors of gold to display the bank as a place of wealth, it had somewhat of a suspicious vibe, since most of the clients using the bank were richer than many. Thanks to the efforts of Oscorp, they have been using the Mann-McCauley bank to store some of their savings, though some of their profits were in other areas and offshore accounts, making their power unknown. The bank manager looked from his office through a clock face that was overlooking the lobby, where he was making a call to the bank director, as he wanted to discuss some important matters.

"We need to increase security at the bank. Oscorp emailed us that one of their properties had a break-in and they want to make sure that some of their profits are still intact."
"..."
"I know, but a crime spree seems to be happening."

Back in the lobby, a costumer was being a bit frustrated when a new employee was having trouble accessing their bank account. "So could you say your social security number? I didn't hear you the first time."
"Look, I need to whisper it or I get my money stolen."
"Right, do you have a pen?"
"No, do you?"
"Right..maybe you say it slowly in parts, that can work."
"Ughh. Ok, the first set of numbers is-"

BOOM!

From one of the windows of the bank's entrance, an actual car came flying into the lobby, as many surprised people saw that an almost towering man walked in. Their left hand charging up bolts of electricity, as the other hand was gripping a high-tech flamethrower. Solstice had arrived for a withdrawal. Walking up to one of the bank teller where a crowded line had immediately shorted, due to people fleeing for their lives, Solstice asked to see the manager. "I'm demanding to access your vault. Where is your manager?" Solstice said, charging up his left hand, which the bank teller immediately tried to press the button underneath the corner for the silent alarm.

"Hold it right there!" a security guard appeared near Solstice pointing a pistol at him. "Could you please put both of your hands in the air! I mean, I'm not afraid to use this!" These words meant nothing to Solstice, as he unleashed a bolt of electricity at the guard, electrocuting him where he started to smoke. The bank manager, watching this scene unfold from his office, immediately told the director. "We being robbed! Get SWAT in here or something! There is an actual maniac here robbing the bank!"

Solstice proceeded to walk through the back of the bank, as it led to the stairs to where he can find the manager to unlock the vault for him. By now, several police cars were on their way to the scene of the bank robbery, but they wouldn't be no match for Solstice. They are definitely going to need some extra help.

Gwen looks a bit ahead in the pages and sees this. "Ooh, explosions, let's see what's going on." She jumps through and lands unintentionally in front of Solstice. "Crap, I need to work on that better, can't be timing my jumps wrong." She turns around and looks up at Solstice "Oh....hi there....ha ha, gum?" she holds out a stick.

[Lessoni]

Jack Dredd

Jack was incredibly sore. Two bullet wounds in as many days does that to a body. Though, he considered himself lucky he hadn't gotten more. Gingerly swinging his legs out of the bed, he found they held his weight with manageable soreness.

"Well, last night sucked," he said to no one in particular.

Heading to the kitchen, he found approximately nothing good to eat, and considering he didn't technically have a license, driving didn't seem like a good idea.

Welp, guess I'll starve, he said as he headed back to his room.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Gwen looks a bit ahead in the pages and sees this. "Ooh, explosions, let's see what's going on." She jumps through and lands unintentionally in front of Solstice. "Crap, I need to work on that better, can't be timing my jumps wrong." She turns around and looks up at Solstice "Oh....hi there....ha ha, gum?" she holds out a stick.

Solstice

Solstice was inside of the stairwell, already on the second floor, when suddenly this weird woman appeared in front of him, almost out of thin air. When she noticed him, he started to charge his glove again, though she was just offering him gum. "I have no time for some gum. I'm in the middle of something." Solstice coldly said, as he continued to go up the stairs as the manager's office was almost there in front of him.

[Frachen]

Solstice

Solstice was inside of the stairwell, already on the second floor, when suddenly this weird woman appeared in front of him, almost out of thin air. When she noticed him, he started to charge his glove again, though she was just offering him gum. "I have no time for some gum. I'm in the middle of something." Solstice coldly said, as he continued to go up the stairs as the manager's office was almost there in front of him.

"Yeah, um, noticed that, kinda why I'm here. you know, super hero stuff. Trying to make the world a better place, you know that cliche. Not that i don't enjoy it but I need to find a better way of stating it other than super hero stuff cause that just gets repetitive and annoying. I mean, I love explosions and all myself, but like, this is a bank dude, and you're kinda robbing it. So by the laws of being a hero in this here comic universe, I kinda have to fight you."