Old Man Logan [IC]

[chulance]

OOC: http://roleplayerguild.com/showthrea...=159049&page=3

Mark Creel - California, Abomination Territory

His father was dead, his mother too, or some whore in some territory, or perhaps she escaped America. That didn’t mean anything these days, with villains expanding their territories. Creel just wanted peace, and quietness. He just wanted this long pointless battle for survival to be over, but he couldn’t bring himself to end his life. His spirit of survival, to take on the attributes of the area around him and fight against his enemies overwhelmed any sense of giving up. He was his father’s son, and intelligence wasn’t exactly something that factored into his plans all the time.

He picked up a half empty bottle of water, dirty water. He wished he could purify what he fused wit but that was impossible. Hulk’s hillbilly kids wanted rent and they wanted it soon. He wanted to get money, but he had none and even his powers couldn’t help him there. He’d been wondering around all day, he’d beaten a couple to death just for water. Survival of the fittest that’s how the world was, that’s how it was going to be, but he planned to atone. Abomination, Dr. Doom, Red Skull, Thor, Magneto they’d die at his hands soon enough, he’d purge the world of this insanity.

[El Noche]

Stone - California, Abomination Territory

36 hours after fleeing the then burning streets of Houston, Stone finds himself speeding down a dusty and decaying road. He was still coming to grips with all that had happened. That his boss Mac Mc creed was dead, that most of his friends and colleagues had either been killed, or had defected over to the side of that maniac Kaine. All of the territory that he had spent half of his young life fighting for was now gone, lost in a single night. Giving in and joining Kaine in his new rule of the city was an action he had contemplated. It would have been easy, had he been able to let go of his pride, and his need for revenge.

As he contiuned to speed down the road, he swerved the armored black sedan he was driving around a large pothole. Deciding that it would be best to flee the city in light of his desire to not join forces with Kaine, Stone went about collecting the items he would need on his journey. He was barely able to make it to his safe house, a place in which he kept a small stockpile of resources for hard times before Kaine's men came for him. Only able to gather up a mere fraction of the whole of his stores, he barely managed to fight off his attackers as he took to the road in an customized sedan, giving to him by Mc creed to execute vehicular assaults and attacks on a various assortment of targets. The car would protect him from gun fire, and was equipped with a few weapon load outs as well, but it was designed for the street, and handled poorly on the rough roads of Abomination's territory.

It was surprising that he had been pushed to run so far. His original intent was to flee to the area surrounding Houston, but Kaine's men proved persistent in their chase, and so he drove to ever increasing measures of distance away, trying to remove himself from Kaine's shockingly long reach. Kaine likely felt that he was a threat, that he would one day return to wreak havoc, to fulfill a burning plot of revenge. Despite no longer being quite human Stone did not see Magneto's territory as a potential haven, and with Doom's iron fisted dictatorial grip onto his land, that place was an unlikely candidate as well. Thus he found himself in the savage land of the Abomination.

As he continued to speed down the road, the dilapidated remains of what used to be a shopping mall came into view. Stone eased his vehicle towards it, and found a somewhat secluded spot to park his vehicle. He exited the sedan, Uzi in hand, he looked back in the direction he had traveled from. Had his pursuers given up their chase, or were they simply biding their time, waiting to ambush him. He would rather they did wait the sun began to fall from the sky. Not wanting to stand out in the open rays of the sun, Stone made his way into the shopping mall, wanting to indulge in the new sense of security he felt when amongst the shadows. His new body had served him well so far, allowing him to survive on a smaller ration of food and water, though his appetite was the same as before his new found transformation. as he stepped through a broken glass window, he could hear the faint roar of motorcycle engines in the distance. "Damn dogs just don't know when to quit" Stone thought to himself. They weren't likely to see his vehicle, but they would no doubt stop to investigate the building. "Come on in then, Cold Stone's got gifts to die for!" He said aloud as he cocked his Uzi in preparation of the possible coming conflict. He quickly went into the building, into the shadows.

[boredbrain]

Warren lived in the utopia, well that's what it was for him. The walls seemed to glow with a light of passion, love, hope, and sanctuary. The building's were not spiked, gothic, or sharp but, they were rounded with lots of pleasant looking colors. Almost all the houses were a pleasing creme color. Then there was where Warren lived. Warren lived in Magneto's house with one or two other X-men children that he never cared about. His family had ditched him. He was stuck here for eternity with an over-loving past villian.

Warren sighed, the other kids got on his nerves, he started walking down the hallway to the large, wooden front door. It was painted around the edges with mutants using powers. He had noted the most memorable, including his dad, It seemed to look like a warzone, because on the other door if you looked carefuly were humans cowering in fear and bowing to authority. " Pft, Some painter had suicide tendencies. " He practically shoved the door open as he walked outside, a light feather drifted to the creme ground. The wind caught his wings and he decided to take off. He would fly over the walls and just see around the land.

Warren's wings caught the air and he shot to the sky, the wings beat to the rythm of his heart as he felt, the only time he ever felt, free. He shot over the creme wall doing a monkey vault type motion as he spiralled into a dive, fanning out at the last minute he shot forward, and unknowingly towards Hulkland..

[Ishnorb]

Their was an echoing roar in the distance.A light shone above Ron Altumore as he sat punching a wall inside the cell. Inside this cell chained by the neck and arms to the walls. Ron fully understood what the roar of the crowd meant.. Another victim in his path pitted against him in the Gladiator games.

Since he awoke this morning he had been persistantly punching a wall inside his cell. Over the years inside his cage due to lack reliable payments. He had nothing but time to build strength. Inside his personal hell. Yet the strangest thing happened once he got his nerve to attempt to escape. A hulk came to his cell before the match.

Hulk: If you win, like hulk know you do. Then you get freedom. But you still have to pay hulks. You owe us lots of payment.

Ron smiled with pleasure. “ I can do nothing else, can I hulky.”

Hulk: Good. Now be good boy and give me no trouble as I take you to fight.

The crowds craze reaches an unnatural height. As the fights about to begin.

[tamefisher]

Craig Hollis - California, Abomination Territory

Ten years ago the Juggernaut, or someone who looked a lot like him, threw a man into a rock quarry and buried him alive under several hundred tons of stone. When he fell in that hole, that man was Mister Immortal, leader of the Great Lakes Avengers - a hero, for some. By the time he worked his way out of that mess, he'd died at least a thousand times. He wasn't Mister Immortal anymore. He wasn't anything but alive.

It took two months to walk from San Diego to the coast, starving to death, only to wake up again to die of dehydration, then again to get shot by thieves. He reached the sea naked, cold, and found a family of mutates smuggling Green in from old motorboats. The first time they killed him it was an accident - one of them threw a knife and sliced his throat open. The next twelve times were not an accident.

They hog-tied him to the bumper of a truck and dragged him north through Los Angeles, arguing about what to do with the guy. He'd make for a good sideshow at the gladiator games - a living practice dummy for the champions to showcase their skills on.

Then again, fresh meat was getting pretty hard to come by...

They stopped at an old way station for water - their leader, a bumpy-chinned mutate that looked like a yellow Skrull - traded some Green for shotgun shells while the kids kicked Craig around in the dirt.

"Ain'tcha gonna fight back, freak?" asked one of them - a tiny version of the leader - in between rib kicks.

"Yeah, meat - ain'tcha gonna fight?" asked the second, smaller, orange brother.

Craig spat out a tooth - a molar, this time - and stared down the eldest boy.

"What's the point? I can just wait you out."

[chulance]

Mark Creel - California, Abomination's Territory

Mark had no idea what to do with himself, rent was almost die, and the hulking would make sure they’d get their pay one way or another. Would he really continue to abide by California’s harsh rules, then again did he really have a choice? Reality was always the victor when it came to his decision making, he had choices to make hard ones. Live free, or die trying, even if that meant some innocent had to be slaughtered. That’s how he reasoned he had to do what he to do, as he was approaching a run down grocery store that still had canned foods, Abomination had food delivered to stores every three days, and often had cameras planted to watch it, he was a sick being. The cameras were often purchased from Dr. Doom, sort of a financial partnership they had, Doom would threaten to ship rebels to this territory, something none wanted.

At least he wasn’t in Red Skull, who simply killed innocent civilians for fun, but really what was a good place to live, ever since the fall of the Avengers, X Men, Thor going rogue, Sentry’s break down in New York, Wolverine retiring, Hawkeye getting blinded, mass attack against super powered beings by the U.S Government and China what else was left? He stumbled through the dirt towards the machine, blood smeared into the ground, decapacitated bodies seen, and a man with a hole in his chest seen laying against the wall, beeferoni stains on his fingers he died trying to open a can of food.

“This is it” Sights like this no longer affected him, as he stumbled forward towards the grocery store, he saw one man eating a bag of potato chips, he looked strong, he had some sort of implant, pumping his body with Green, Osborn’s drug. There was something else he noticed a black sedan, sure this was a shopping mall area, but aside from the grocery store this place was basically dead. Who the hell would be parked here? The man who was eating the chips spit towards the ground.

“What do you want FUCKTARD?! “ Mark gripped his hands when he heard the roaring of engines, where the hulking come? He thought he’d had more time to gather rent. “Damn it” However as the people on vehicle came in view they were not the descendants of Banner thank god, but who know what they were. This was the territory for those with raw power, so despite his abilities he never under estimated anyone. He reached down to touch the ground, and fused with the dusty substance. Becoming a man of pure dust, he transformed his body into a whirlwind of dust.

“I want…those mother..fucking chips!” Mark charged as a cyclone of dust, and dirt slamming into the steroid fueled attacker sending him flying through a wall. Mark assumed a physical form of dust grabbing the chips, he could see food inside the gas station. However before he could think he felt amassive impact, the attacker slammed into his dusty form dispersing him, he quickly reformed. Dust was his main weapon against this man, as he was sure anyone taking copious amounts of green could tear metal apart, so the sedan was out of the question.

“Wait” As the man charged again, Mark dispersed around him, grabbing onto him, assuming his normal form but duplicating the attacker’s strength, and durability, before bashing him in the head, and kicking him several times to prevent him from getting up. “Stay down mother fucker!” However the man grabbed him, and flung him into another store bashing down the door. “Fuck..I have to get the green out of his sytem..before HOLY” As he stood up he noticd another man, black, more black then any other person he’d ever same. “Damn bruh you black then a mother” Before he could continue the drug fueled warrior was charging not only that the men on vehicles had arrived, and they didn’t seem to happy, did it have to do with Mr. Charcoal over here? Whatever was going on, it wasn’t about to be pleasant for him.

[El Noche]

Cold Stone - California, Abomination's territory

Stone stopped walking, noticing two men about to fight. As he looked over he saw the number of bodies and blood littered on the ground around the store, and wondered what would cause such an event. He strolled over staying at a safe distance to watch the two fight. "Two members of rival gangs fighting over turf? Or maybe this is some kind personal dispute?" Stone thought as he watched the younger looking of the two transform into dust. "“I want…those mother..fucking chips!" He heard the dustman say."Chips?! they're about to beat each other's ass over some damn potato chips?" Stone thought to himself. He look into the store that they were fighting in front of, seeing that there was more food to be had inside.

Grasping how inane this situation was, Stone's attention drifted back to his pursuers. He went inside a store, shutting the door behind him. That same door was quickly bashed in by the flying body of the dust man. The now broken in door shed light into the rather dark interior of the building, illuminating Stone's form. “Damn bruh you black then a mother”. The Dust man said. Stone merely looked down at him with an emotionless expression.

Before Stone could say anything to him, his pursuers finally pulled up in front of the store. Stone looked out through the bashed in door. It was an old rival from his past, a biker gang called The Hellriders, which was lead by a fellow orphan who went by the name of "Jonny Boy". Stone could barely recognize them, as it seemed that they too had undergone some kind of modification. They looked like their genes had been spliced with various animals. Jonny Boy himself now looked like a human canine hybrid. Jonny boy dismounted his large chopper bike, a look of pure rage on his face. He was tall, and broad, clad in biker leathers with a long blood red mohawk running down the middle of his head.

He turned back to look at a woman with slight cat like features, very beautiful despite having a large jagged scar running across her face. "I'll show you who the real man is, I'll show you how much of a fool you were to have ever messed around on me with that piece of shit over there." Jonny Boy said before turning back to Stone. "We finally cornered your ass....ColdStone! You ain't shit without your boys or Mac Miller backing you up. We're gonna fucking slaughter you and your two fucking friends here!" The rest of the bikers got riled up and started cheering.

"Enough with the talk, you damn bottomfeeder, you think you can take me? We were never in the same league, you couldn't kill me even if you brought 100 of your damn worthless biker boys. And those two are not my friends, but not that I expect you to have enough brains to figure that out." Stone said, in a cool but intensely aggressive tone.

"Kill em all!" Jonny Boy shouted. Around a dozen bikers dismounted and charged the store, some of them clambering up the side to get onto the roof. An explosion occurred, blowing a hole in the ceiling in which several bikers descended. Stone turned to fire at the bikers who had dropped down through the hole, as they charged toward him on all fours. He managed to shoot down one, before another came around and kicked the uzi out of his hands. The beast like biker then took a swipe at Stone's face with his claws. Stone weaved just outside the range of the swipe, and followed up with a strong jaw breaking punch, sending the biker flying to the ground. Without missing a beat Stone jumped into the air, and sailed down with his knee, crushing the bikers head into the floor. Stone rolled out of the way of several gunshots, before disappearing into the darkness.

The bikers not attacking the dustman, or the other fellow ran through the store searching for Stone. Off in the corner, a scream could be heard, along with the sound of flesh being ripped and cut apart. Suddenly a bloodied head flew out from the darkness, landing a couple feet away from a shotgun wielding biker. He ran up to the head to look at it, the gurgling screams of his comrades ringing out from several dark corners in succession. Panic and fear washed over his face, as his eyes frantically darted around the room. Silently, Stone emerged from the darkness of the ceiling, a large heavy black curved blade held in a downward slashing stance above his head. As he fell he brought the blade down, nearly splitting the biker's body in half. "The Hellriders were always unskilled, and sloppy attackers even now with their new found powers." Stone thought to himself

[chulance]

Mark Creel – California, Abombination’s territory

This was all going from bad to worse very fast, that was the law of the land around here. To eat you had to fight, money fight, anything you needed you had to use your fists to get it? That’s why he’d came here his ability made survival based on raw strength possible. That would never fly in territories run by Doom or Red Skull, and he had no idea how much of a utopia Magneto or Thor’s lands would truly be for him. Sure what he was doing how he lived wasn’t morally correct, but the whole world had abandoned morals long ago, there was no reason for him to try to adapt them now. The man amped up on green even when they were evenly matched the fight was still not going anywhere.

They were even meaning it was just a contest of their raw fighting capability, luckily neither of them were formally trained, but Mark probably tended to rely on the versatility of his abilities versus this thug who was just a brutal fighter. He had to use something else he may have been strong but he was still human maybe if he fused with his bodily fluids he could remove part of the drug to give him a fighting chance.

“Alright then” But to make matters worse mr black as crack over here didn’t seem to be popular as well, he’d attracted several bikers armed, some looking like hybrid mutations with animals. They didn’t appear to be from around here but with the way they looked they fit right in. Gunfire, explosions, fire, this was not gonna be good, if the grocery store was wiped out that meant this whole battle with this man would be for nothing there would be no more food, something had to be done and fast.

“FUCK!!!!” He screamed his momentary distraction allowed the thug to land a powerful blow to his temple, blood was drawn, vertigo induced. He was shaking, he felt as if his whole world was spinning, blood was tasted, and spit out as he slammed into the hard floor. He couldn’t see straight, it was one thing to take a blow that powerful from a regular person, but one who had the strength of Osborn, probably better as he was sure Abomination had made the drugs as potent as possible.

However as he did came too he saw a biker being cut in half, this guy was not someone he wanted to fight. Plus if he wasn’t around here maybe he wouldn’t try to murder him for some stale lays. “Damn” However he felt another powerful blow, more disorientation and pain. Blow after blow struck him he was unable to move, this physical torment, as well as smoke filling the store from the explosion moments ago. When a light bulb lit in his mind, he fused with the smoke gaining somewhat of a non tangible form. However he didn’t have time to waste he was starting to feel as if his body would evaporate into nothing, he swirled around the thug’s body filling his lungs suffocating him until he hit the ground dead unable to breath.

He emerged from his body assuming his physical form, bloodied and wounded. “Fuck..” Hellriders? That wasn’t a common name around here, outsiders, and people around here didn’t take kindly to outsiders especially Hulk’s kin. He lay a hand on the dead thug duplicating his strength, and durability managing to gain the effects of the green drug without the symptoms an advantage to his ability. However even with the power of green his previous wounds he got from fighting the thug had not been washed away, and soon he would succumb to the pain. If he was left in the hands of these Hellriders surely he be deceased, but maybe this armed warrior was a different story.

“Listen up mother fuckers, you don’t walk into this territory, and fuck with our grocery tores. You see round here we fight for food, bloody knuckles for sandwiches, shoot outs for ham. This guy he wasn’t bothering anything around here except my eye sight, but you people blew a fucking hole in the ceiling, and crushed the damn chips aiskle. So leave him alone, and get the fuck out or.. “He put his fists together before lunching for one of the mutated bikers grasping his neck hoping to snap it, now it was a test of Osborn’s steroids or Kaine’s mutations which was stronger.


Victor Von Doom – Doom’s Territory

Victor Von Doom soon to be the supreme authority of the world, he had a large territory, the most organized. His reign would not be stopped, his main concern as of now was Thor, that Odinforce made him powerful, plus from the research he had in place he was growing more powerful every day. His magical energies may not have been as omnipotent as the thunder god often claimed, but they were soon to surpass Odin’s level of power, and no telling how powerful he’d become if he continued to tap into the well of power offered to the Asgardian heir to the throne. He’d once tasted Odin’s power before, and even now Thor hadn’t reached that level, but he was still among the most powerful beings on this planet, and many others.

He was staring at his computer, an upgraded version of Reynolds C.L.O.C, and examining two Infinity Guantlets he’d claimed from alternate realities. He was using some new parallel technology hoping to to either harness the energies of the gauntlet in this reality or use them to find the real gauntlet in this one, one of his numerous side projects. Of which he had many of them, he needed such technologies and abilities to run the world. A Beautiful woman entered the room, two wine glasses in hand, he looked at his watch built in his suit, time for a drinking break.

“Hello Victoria? How’s the progress with the take over of China, and Japan at the moment? I had numerous mega bots deployed, is the amount of power cosmic siphoned from Surfer sufficient?”

Victoria nodded as she set the tray down on Victor’s throne, he picked up the golden glass, sipping the red wine slowly. He’d always had a taste for the finer things in life, even if he was more busy that would never change. “Yes Mr. Doom, the power cosmic siphoned from the herald has made every attempt at resistance futile, at this point we’re merely taking our time, Japan will be under our complete control by midnight, and in two days China will be under our control as well.”

Victor nodded placing the glass down, a smile etched across his face, glistening in the sun light which shined through his expensive windows. He’d siphoned portions of energy from numerous beings Surfer, Sentry, other heralds, so there was not a single blemish on his face. And if there was the energies his armor’s technology had allowed him to gather would quickly heal them, cellular regeneration every model’s dream.

Victor waved his hand, cosmic energy forming in a sphere, and within the sphere he could see various portions of the world, including parts of China where a new strand of the legacy virus had been unleashed, and only those who turned their loyalty to him could be cured. He’d placed a barrier spell on the syringes so that those who were not truly loyal to him could not e saved by the cure. It was ingenious magic, and science combined nothing could stop the ultimate combination even “Lord Thor” would fall as would New Asgard.

For now Thor would rise, but he had a weapon that would stop him, the G Unit, once he had Asia under his control the unit would be deployed, and the plan to liberate the world from it’s most notorious false deity would begin.

[El Noche]

ColdStone - California, Abomination's Territory

"Fuck you and your shit store!? We'll burn it to the ground right here in your face!" Jonny Boy screamed while motioning to the bikers around him, who loaded and handed to him a mid yield rocket launcher. "Rough him up and drag him over here so that freak can watch his precious store go up in flames!" Jonny Boy said to two large mutated Hellriders standing near him, one who looked to have rhino DNA, and the other possessing the genes of a gorrilla.

The Gorilla man beat his chest, and the rhino slid his feet against the ground as they both began their charge at mark. Further inside the store, Stone's dark frame was flickered in the light of the fire, as he drew his arm back, blade in hand, and steadied himself into a stance. He felt the muscles of his new ectoplamic anatomy tense up. He had yet to really get a good grasp of the strength his new body possessed. "You talk to much". Stone said. His ghostly voice was soon followed by the whirring sound of the curved blade, as he threw the heavy black object sending it spinning through the air towards the two mutated bikers. The blade soon splitt into two sharp discs, each flying at their own target. Controlling his constructs without touch them was rather difficult, requireing greater focus. One disc just barely missed it's mark, cutting through the side of the rhino biker's neck, who quickly wrapped a strong hand around the injured area, stemming the heavy leakage of blood. The other disc however, hit true, cleaning seperating the Gorilla biker's head from it's body. The hairy head flew into the air, a surprised look solidified on it's face, blood spewing out into the air and onto the ground in thick torrents.

The disc continued on it's path through the bikers neck, turning so that it flew vertical, subsequently slamming into Jonny Boy's right shoulder. He felled back, yelling in pain and surprise. As he fell, he flung the rocket launcher into the air, where it spun precariously for a second. The rocket launcher fired unexpectedly, just as it was pointed down towards the ground. The rocket flew into the crowd of bikers who had yet to engage in combat, blowing up in a wide arc. Metal from the bikes, and body parts of the bike riders flew up and around. The smell of gasoline and burnt flesh filled the air, as a chain of explosions from the gas tanks of the bikes went off.

As Stone stepped through the partly burning, partly wrecked grocery store, he watched as the cat like woman who had at one time been his inside source on the organization Jonny Boy worked for,drug Jonny Boy's now half burnt body into a side car, and pulled away, escaping the killing field fire and shrapnel. Not that he held any lingering feelings for her, he was glad to see her still alive. Stone turned to see if the transforming man was still alive.

[chulance]

Mark Creel – California, Abombination’s territory

Now these hellriders would get the meaning of “hell”, as they set this food place on fire. The Hulkings would probably be very upset, they got a great deal of entertainment from watching people fight for things such as food and water. If said buildings we’re burned to ashes that would lead to more people moping around dying from starvation rather than fighting their fellow citizens to the death. One battle was over, and another was just beginning just his “luck” it seemed. Not only was he fatigued from his battle he just managed to end moments ago, but these people were mutated & armed.

“Shit here we go” He sighed at least he had chemical enhancements on his side which didn’t really help but whatever. However the Hellriders target didn’t seem pleased with the mutants turning their attention to him, as he easily defeated them with some sort of bladed woman. “I need to get one of those” Whether or not he could actually use it well that didn’t matter, it looked bad ass. As fire spread through the food store, his eyes widened. Rushing into the flames like a fire fighter he fused with the flames dragging them into his fiery form.

Emerging from inside the store he began to absorb all the fire into the area into his form, however it was too late for the bikers. Only two were fleeing, before he could think about launching an attack he reverted to his physical form. “Damn “

It irritated him to be out of power already, he needed some food and rest. However he couldn’t live like this anymore, however his attempts to gain land had proved futile. Until now he had a whole grocery store and Rhino would be coming soon, then if they could some of his old “Friends” they had a chance of taking over the shopping mall. He trudged over the disc wielding warrior. “Thanks” How long had it been since that word had been uttered from his lips?

“I take it you and the Hellriders ain’t from round here? If you’re Territory swapping, you picked a really shitty place to go, but from what I just saw well..ain’t a lot of people gonna be fucking with you.” Heaing inside the torn up store he went to the chips aisle grabbing a bag of ruffles, finally..sustenance.

Red Skull’s territory, New Bablyon

Several people were seen on the ground, their heads red, their bodies contorted in various uncomfortable positions. Red Skull’s favorite poison had been used, everyone in the factory was dead, however the briefcase he wanted to reclaim was long gone. For once someone managed to one up the villains who know ran society, in another part of New Bablyon in an abandoned former underground subway two men were seen examining the brief case, one of them was typing on some sort of laptop.

“This is the shit Barton wanted? It’s just some syringes? We almost fucking died so he could get his fucking fix!” The man was clearly upset, the other just laughed.

“What the hell do you see funny about this shit like legit I wi- “Before he could finish a bullet entered his head. Clint Barton walked in, tucking the gun in his pocket. One of the last avengers, unless you counted Thor, but who did? With the things he’d done to the world, he wasn’t an avenger in his eyes anymore. Barton approached the man still typing, and some sort of warp gate opened up.

“Is everything ready?” The man nodded, and Clint managed a small smile. “Even now Richards technology is still helping us. Thanks for everything, this is it, this might be the key to stopping all this shit.”

The man nodded. “Just go Barton we don’t have any time to waist” Typing in co-ordinates, the portal widened, Clint grabbed the brief case and stepped inside. As the portal closed, the man’s appearance changed. “The Chameleon strikes again, now let’s see if Red Skull wants to listen to me now.” With that he pulled out his phone to dial the infamous leader of New Bablyon.