OFFICIAL CLASSIFIED INTELLIGENCE REPORT
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY/NOT FOR REDISTRIBUTION

Reporting Agent: T.B. Byrdman, SAC FBI Manhattan

Subject Name: Rachel Cole-Alves

Moral Alignment: WTL

Affiliation: Unknown, formerly USMC and CIA

Backstory:

To know Rachel Cole-Alves' backstory, you first know about Frank Castle

November 12th, 1950: Francis Castle is born in Queens

July 28th, 1965: President Lyndon Johnson pledges to send nearly four hundred thousand troops to Vietnam, tripling the US commitment to fight Communist insurgents.

January 30th, 1968: Anti-Communist forces launch the Tet Offensive, pouring men and resources into the area and sending the conflict in Vietnam from police action to full-on war.

November 12th, 1968: Frank Castle enlists in the US Marine Corps

September 2nd, 1969: Sergeant Frank Castle ships out to join the 1st Marine Division as a platoon sergeant

December 25th, 1969: The Christmas Day Massacre wipes out half of Castle's platoon. He kills nearly a dozen attacking VC with a M60 machine gun. Castle is awarded medals for bravery and recruited for Special Forces work.

January 1st, 1970 - April 30th, 1974: HISTORY REDACTED AT THE REQUEST OF USMC FORCE RECONNAISSANCE

May 1st, 1974: Granted a battlefield commission to 1st Lieutenant, Frank Castle is honorably discharged from the USMC

June 2nd, 1975: Frank Castle marries Maria Castle

March 24th, 1976: Lisa Castle is born

August 17th, 1978: Francis Castle Jr. is born

July 26th, 1980: Maria, Lisa, and Frank Castle Jr. are all murdered, caught in a cross-fire at Central Park between mobsters. Severely wounded, Frank survives.

December 18th, 1981: Jimmy Rizzo and Carlo Andolini, the two hitmen who killed the Castle family on the orders of Dominic Scargetti are found not guilty by a jury of their peers. The same day, Frank Castle leaves his family home for the last time.

December 20th, 1981: Jimmy RIzzo and Carolo Andolini are found dead, their bodies tortured and mutilated.

December 22nd, 1981 - March 17th, 1982: Fifty-two made men and associates of the Scargetti Family are brutally murdered by an unknown assailant.

March 18th, 1982: Fearing for his life and safety, Dominic Scargetti turns himself over to members of the FBI and confess to numerous racketeering and conspiracy charges. He receives life in prison.

March 28th, 1982: Frank Castle mails a letter to the Daily Bugle with explicit photos of Scargetti Family members shortly before their murders. In the letter, Castle claims that the men killed were the first casualties in a new war on crime he is waging. Not as Frank Castle, but as The Punisher.

June 6th, 1984: Rachel Cole is born in Brooklyn

1982-2002: Using his military background and money from murdered criminals, Frank Castle wages his one man war with the criminal syndicates in America. Over a twenty year span, he kills at least a thousand men in thirty states in addition to another two hundred speculated murders around the US and abroad. Until September 11th, he is first on the FBI's Most Wanted List.

September 30th, 2002: Rachel Cole enlists in the US Marines Corps.

January 12th, 2003: The last known kill by the Punisher is recorded in Philadelphia, PA.

2003 - 2007: Gunnery Sergeant Cole serves with the USMC in both Afghanistan and Iraq. Cole enlists with the Marine Corps Forces Reconnaissance.

2007 - 2009: HISTORY REDACTED AT THE REQUEST OF USMC FORCE RECONNAISSANCE

February 13th, 2009: Cole is honorably discharged from the USMC

February 15th, 2009: Cole is hired by the Central Intelligence Agency as a "Security Advisor"

2009 - 2012: HISTORY REDACTED AT THE REQUEST OF THE CIA

November 11th, 2012: Cole returns to New York City and finds employment as a cable TV installer.

February 14th, 2013: Cole becomes engaged to marry Dr. Daniel Alves, a Brooklyn based dentist.

May 2nd, 2013: 13 members of the Cole-Alves wedding party are gunned down at their reception by unknown assailants. The members of the wedding party are thought to have been unfortunate bystanders caught in the crossfire between the attackers and the men they were chasing. Among those killed include the groom Daniel Alves and mother of the bride Jessica Cole. Rachel Cole is wounded and rushed to surgery where she recovers.

May 16th: Rachel Cole-Alves is discharged from the hospital. At the same time, three associate members of the Brutenilli Crime Family are gunned down in the Bronx. The three dead men match eyewitness description of three of the shooters involved in the Cole-Alves wedding massacre.

May 18th, 2013: Seventy-three year old Frank Castle emerges from seclusion and approaches Rachel Cole-Alves.

May 20th, 2013 - June 7th, 2013: The entire Brutenilli Crime Family is wiped out by two unknown assailants. Joseph Martinzio, the boss of the family, is found stabbed to death while wearing a bloody wedding dress.

July 19th, 2013: A fire breaks out at the Federal Maximum Security Penitentiary in Fishkill, NY. While the men are being escorted to safety, a man disguised as a corrections officer stabs the now ninety year old Dominic Scargetti to death with a rusty shiv. Inside the dead Don's pocket is a faded photo of Frank Castle in his family.

July 23rd, 2013: A dead body is discovered on the streets of Manhattan. It is positively identified as Frank Castle. An autopsy reveals that the man died of liver cancer that had metastasized years earlier and eaten at nearly every major organ in his body. Pathologist determine that he lived nearly ten years with the cancer eating away at his body.

September 1st, 2013: Fredo Lopes, a Spanish Harlem pimp suspected of killing two prostitutes, is gunned down in cold-blood by an unknown gunman. Carved into the dead man's forehead is a skull. A letter to the Daily Bugle and published the next day claim responsibility for the murder. The death was not justice: it was punishment. Frank Castle is dead, but his legacy lives on.

Powers and Abilities: No powers, but Rachel is a former Marine and is an expert soldier with a training in a variety of forms of conventional and unconventional warfare.

Narrative Report:

La Araña Discoteca
Spanish Harlem

"The fuck do you want, puta?"

The bouncer outside the nightclub didn't have time to get his answer. A powerful fist struck him in the face and drove him to the ground. The bouncer looked up, his sunglasses astray, and right into the blade of a butterfly knife. The clubgoers standing outside watched on in shock.

"Carlos Fring," Rachel said, placing the blade of the knife under the bouncer's eye.

"Fuck off!" The large man yelled.

"Wrong answer." Rachel raked the blade up the bouncer's face. The bystanders recoiled and horror and began to scatter.

"Ahhh!" The bouncer screamed. He held his bloody face with both hands. "He's in the back office!"

Rachel flicked the blade back into its handles and slid the knife back into the holster strapped to her thigh. She stepped over the bleeding bouncer and into the club, a sawed-off shotgun hidden under her coat. Strobe lights flashed and heavy, techo music blasted out the club's speakers. She navigated through the jumping and bumping throng of people towards the club's back offices.

A few hundred feet away, Carlos Fring sat at the desk in the club's backroom. He had his pants around his ankles and a woman's face buried into his crotch. While Carlos "relaxed", twin brothers Rob and Roy James were busy at a folding table in front of the desk. They were counting and weighing the half dozen bricks of cocaine and marijuana that were stacked on the table.

"This all?" Roy asked. "This ain't shit"

"Times are tough," Carlos said as he titled his head back and closed his eyes. "In a few more weeks we will have a full shipment. Relax. For now, get your people to...," Carlos lost his train of thought as the woman between his legs rolled her tongue. "... Just, business as usual. Smaller supply, cut it more."

On the main dance floor, Rachel started to climb up a flight of stairs when a pair of powerful hands grabbed her by the shoulders. She spun around and was brought face to face with a large, Latino man in a dark suit. He tried to shout over the music, but couldn't be heard. While he was shouting, Rachel leveled the shotgun at the man's stomach. The gun kicked in her hands and knocked the man back. The sound of the music masked the shotgun blast. The dying man tumbled down the stairs and came to a stop on the bottom step. One gyrating young girl saw the dead body and screamed before running towards the exit.

Rachel racked another round into the shotgun and turned around, quickly climbing the steps. Another guard was waiting at the top of the stairwell. Before the man could react, Rachel brought the butt of the shotgun up into his face. She drove the cartilage from the man's nose up and into his head, puncturing the brainstem. The guard collapsed to the ground, spasming from the brain injury that would kill him in a few seconds.

Rachel calmly walked down the hall leading towards the backroom. She was almost there when a black man jumped out and knocked the shotgun from her hands. The man drove Rachel into the corridor's wall and slammed up against her. The guard pummeled her with blows to the face. Rachel shook off the blows and headbutted the man in the face. The guard stumbled backwards and Rachel whipped out her knife, flicking the blade open as the guard charged. She took a glancing blow to the shoulder, but managed to drive the blade of his knife into the side of the man's neck. He cried out and fell to his side. Rachel loomed over him, her face bloody and bruised, and kicked the hilt of the knife further into the man's neck. He went to scream, but blood bubbled out of his mouth and ran out on the floor.

Rachel picked up her shotgun and kicked in the office door. Rob and Roy James looked up just in time to be hit with a blast of pellets. The twin brothers fell to the ground, their heads and chests covered in blood and buckshot. Carlos cried out in pain from behind the desk. The sudden shock of the gun had caused the woman between his legs to bite down.

"Crazy bitch!" Carlos yelled. He rolled back and the woman underneath the desk popped up, blood and chunks of flesh coated her mouth. "You bit it off! ¡Oh, Dios. Me voy a morir! Maldita perra."

"Go," Rachel said, looking at the woman. She scurried off and Frank walked over to Carlos. The gangster held on to his bloody crotch and moaned. Rachel looked down at the bloody member laying on the floor. "I guess it's true what they say about men with little feet... I had planned to shoot you, but I think this is worse."

She kneed Fring in his crotch. "¡Dios mío," the man howled in pain and sobbed. Rachel grabbed Fring by his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

"Now that I have your attention, you're going to deliver a message to Don Eladio... He's next."

| Player Name |

Gowi

| Character You Wish To Play |

Felicia Hardy / Black Cat

| Moral Alignment |

WTL

| Affiliation |

Midtown High School
The Kingpin Syndicate

| Character Origin & Backstory |

Early Life

Felicia Hardy for the most part was a normal girl for a good amount of her life. She was born to two loving parents and had friends in a young Mary Jane Watson. This however was not to be as it was then discovered by her mother that something terrible had happened and her husband, Walter Hardy had to leave the household and his daughter for the safety of his family. This of course was due to Walter Hardy’s compulsive habit and career—he was a professional thief named The Black Cat. Wanted internationally, it came to a point when Walter was hired on a job by the Kingpin Syndicate though he had not found out that until the job was nearly finished—upon finding out about what he had stolen (an experimental super soldier process developed by Dr. Calypso Ezili at OsCorp R&D) was to be shelled off to the most dangerous and evil organization in the United States. Walter refused to be a servant to the Syndicate and while he was a thief he had deep sense of morals; he could not let that experimental serum fall into the wrong hands. However, he knew his handler would turn him over once the job remained unfinished and to fix this he had to disappear. Extremely heartbroken, Walter said his goodbyes to his wife and daughter as he disappeared.

This had a horrible effect on Felicia causing her into bad habits led by curiosity and rebellion in her later childhood. Her mother, Lydia, would not have Felicia discovering what Walter was and why he left which started a rocky relationship between the two. Lydia wanted to move on and forget, Felicia refused to let it go. Felicia’s curiosity never died and by the age of fifteen attempted to put together clues her mother and father indirectly left for her to pick up on—how they didn’t talk about what her father did, and how her mother burnt journals the night after her father’s leaving. Things didn’t add up and to top it all off her father left her with one comment on that night: “Be wary of your curiosity.”

Origin

By 2012, Felicia’s thoughts were still festering despite being able to relax through her schoolwork and through her friendship with Mary Jane Watson. However, things at home weren’t right – her mother and her kept clashing, this of course led to Felicia wanting to escape and she began sneaking out of her house at night to clear her head. This became difficult when her mother began dating a widowed police detective by the name of Harrison Thompson— though she did find some friendship with the officer’s daughter, Jesse.

That was when everything crumbled. Somehow, the secret her father was hiding exploded and Felicia found herself kidnapped by a man named “Rose” who worked for the Kingpin Syndicate. This kidnapping was done to kite Felicia’s father out of hiding and everything she knew about her father was thrown out of the window. Failing a rescue attempt, Walter eventually and begrudgingly handed over the product he had stolen all those years ago but the Kingpin ordered something as Walter began to notice that the place they were holding Felicia was a lab. Under the guise of assuming Walter to emotionally hand over a fake serum they decided to test it on Walter’s own daughter. The next moments for Felicia surged with pain and suffering as her body went through a process that tried to dominate her but with just being reunited with her father she refused to lose herself and die. This indomitable will (or perhaps probability manipulation) saved her life.

The Kingpin impressed would continue to hold Walter against his will to use to threaten and order Felicia to do as he asked and work for the Syndicate. Felicia began field tests and then training with Tony Masters not too long after. They groomed her as their own personal “acquisition specialist” – Felicia Hardy became the second Black Cat. This training did however make her more distant with her friend Mary Jane in the summer of the next year.

Felicia now has to contend with the new school year, her friendship with Mary Jane Watson & Jesse Thompson, and stealing for the Kingpin Syndicate or be responsible for the death of her father.

| Powers and Abilities |

Artificially Enhanced Physiology: Felicia has been modified due to a “super soldier serum” that has given her strength, speed, durability, agility, reflexes, and senses to a high level that is either peak human or near-superhuman. These come with a cost of altering Felicia’s brain although it seems her morality is still in-tact.

Eidetic Memory: Felicia was born with eidetic memory, making her likely a mutant. She remembers things quicker and absorbs information visually. This could be said why her training under Tony Masters took little time.

Expert Thief: Felicia is a skilled thief skilled in stealth, picking locks, escapology, evading alarms, and cracking safes.

Skilled Martial Artist: Felicia has been trained in martial forms by Tony Masters (Taskmaster) during her time working in the Kingpin Syndicate. Such training has led her to combat reflexes, superior technique, and so forth.

Marksmanship: Felicia was interned basic-to-intermediate firearms training by Tony Masters.

Probability Manipulation: Felicia has the ability to manipulate her own personal “probability field” to modify chance to play in her favor; it is inherently unknown to her as it resides in her father’s necklace that was given to her on the night he disappeared. It is likely it is the reason she survived the genetic modification process.

| Sample Post |

“So, do you steal from giant corporations often or is this a new thing?”

My eyes narrow from the shadows of my mask as I look into New York’s currently favorite rookie superhero and I’m caught in his web—literally. I’m not sure what it is about this gross junk, but it’s confining me like some sort of super-glue and I’m totally not a fan. Factoring in my father’s life hangs in the balance with everything I do, I can’t exactly fail The Kingpin as that would just be bad news. All I know is I want to get out of this spider-web.

“You know you’re the first one to—”

“Oh shut up, web-head.” I retort, half-annoyed… okay fully annoyed, but it’s not like there is much of a difference. It’s here that I feel something shift—a piece of the web-thing is giving way. Well either I’m extremely lucky or this stuff isn’t that good and I can’t exactly say luck has been my strong suit between being one of my best friends being outed as a mutant, kidnapped, forced into an experiment, and made into a crime syndicates personal she-thief. Yeah, life has been swell… and that’s only the last year of my life at that. Oh, lucky me. Either way, I take advantage of the loose web-stuff and dive straight down into the dark streets below as I hold my hands out as I activate a grappling hook device that was designed personally for me. At least with being a lackey you get all of the toys of the trade, right?

Right.

Though I do doubt that will keep Spiderman off my ass, so I have to work quick. Maybe he’s just as dumbfounded as I am that I got loose from his web.

“Hey Cat! Wait up!”

Yep, he’s too persistent and not that dumbfounded… I can’t exactly lead him back to my safehouse so I need to lose him—maybe I’m faster or he doesn’t have a whole lot of that webbing. Either way, tonight is not going to be fun. Not to mention the AP History test I have tomorrow! Augh! Go away spider-freak!

| Player Name |

Gowi

| Character You Wish To Play |

Sergei Kravinoff / The Manhunter

| Moral Alignment |

Villain

| Affiliation |

Kravin Industries

| Character Origin & Backstory |

Nikolai Kravinoff was a KGB agent who posed a story that he “fled” to America due to Soviet oppression in the 1960s. It was there in New York City that he fell in with one Howard Stark and joined Stark Industries due to an outreach employment program. Nikolai’s previous education as an engineer led him to get some station within the company at the time – however, in secret Nikolai intended to use this influence as a way of clever counter-attack to the capitalist country or at least he planned to. By the time Nikolai Kravinoff had bridged off Stark Industries and created Kravin Industries as a friendly competitor in the field the Soviet Union was falling and falling fast. Nikolai Kravinoff had gotten far and created weapons—but the USSR went out like a light. Nikolai in retaliation fled into habits of hunting and alcoholism between raising his children (Sergei, Dmitri) to the best of his ability after his wife perished. Nikolai would end up dying himself and handing over his company to Sergei.

Sergei shared his father’s love of hunting and spent much of his spare time in Africa relishing in hunts that he made more difficult after each time—Dmitri would comment “he would lose himself, turn into someone else; something else.” upon these safaris. On one occasion he went into the jungle armed with only a knife and a pistol with one bullet. However, when his father died a new occurrence occurred in Sergei – fear of death and fear of age. Obsessed with changing that and taking lead of the company he sought out several engineers, one of which from OsCorp named Dr. Calypso Ezili. Scalping her from OsCorp struck bad relations between the two competing companies though Sergei didn’t care about such things—he wanted results and practically threw money at Ezili’s work. Ezili managed to make a new prototype based on her previous work (though incomplete) and Sergei volunteered when their budget hit the red for the project to test the process. Ezili attempted to tell him the risks and Sergei didn’t listen and as such he went through unbearable pain… with seemingly positive results. That summer he visited Africa again and found himself killing a Lion with his bare hands to be unfavorable and confused he went to his thoughts of “what will he hunt now”.

The answers he has come up with…. don’t seem… human.

As 2013 keeps going Kravin is pushing is R&D to make the most out of their budgets which has led to a near nervous breakdown by Spencer Smythe and continues to speak to Ezili formally and informally.

| Powers and Abilities |

Artificially Enhanced Physiology: Sergei has been modified due to a “super soldier serum” that has given him strength, speed, durability, agility, reflexes, and senses to a high level that is either peak human or near-superhuman. These come with a cost of altering Sergei’s brain—the damage remains to be seen.

Expert Hunter: Sergei is a skilled marksman, tracker, and survivalist due to his favored pastime of hunting.

Skilled Martial Artist: Sergei was trained in martial arts by his father, a KGB agent.

| Sample Post |

The time had passed since Sergei’s unnatural change and despite Ezili’s insistence on study, the russian-american businessman and savant seemed generally fine and it was here in Africa, off the east coast; somewhere that he had always called wild and rampant yet in good distance for business with Seychelles and Genosha. It was almost like a 20th century safari and Sergei always felt comfortable hunting though through his father’s own words he had always been detailed as the ‘obsessive and savage son’ which was an interesting buffer to his brother’s intellect and cunning. But this “safari” would not be like one Sergei would have experienced years before and it would be abundantly clear through his genetics that the hunt still thrilled him, but to what level? To Sergei there was nothing better than a good hunt, a manifestation of force and domination over the inferiority of the animal kingdom and to combine that with supposed metahuman conditioning was something else entirely. It was here on this day that Sergei would find himself no longer desiring to hunt the inferior animals of the jungle when he realized there was no sport in it no longer, when he crushed a lion’s skull with his own hands—this would have him return to New York changed and put him on the descent to madness.

This spurred a conversation when he returned with his brother.

"I have never thought in my life... of so much thrill, so much exhilaration." Sergei Kravinoff laughed heartily as he sat at the table his family always sat for his entire life in New York's "Ruby of the East", a restaurant on the upper east side that many of his caste frequented. His brother, Yakov was there and seemingly uninterested as Sergei was excited. The two had come to the restaurant for the last ten years as a way to remember their father and to work out business in a familiar stress free environment. But Sergei wasn't on about business, not today. To Kraven he had experienced everything upon his last hunt and he still could not get the feeling of excitement and raw power out of his system and ever since his manipulation of himself... it was different. It was raw and he had a taste- a hunger for more. He had to let it out and so he did.

"The animal... it is merciless to a superior form, this much I know now!"

Yakov shook his head, "Brother, must you get so excited? This hobby... it is becoming you."

"Hobby? No... this is something more, Yakov. I felt the Lion as I crushed it's skull. I am more fit than I was when father was training us in sambo."

"Which is another thing.."

"Stop. Doctor Ezili is fantastic and the genome... it worked."

"It worked in part, but you have never been so... obsessed. You need to have her keep an eye on your mental readings."

"Bah!" Sergei waved his hand in disapproval, regarding what his collected brother was saying as nonsense. "My head is fine, you just don't understand."

"Perhaps."

"You don't see it the way I do... the adrenaline in my bones, the wind beneath my feet, and the power.... it is what man should be. Not what these ants are in this steel jungle! This is the next step of evolution, brother!"

"Heh."

"You mock me again?! Feh! You will not ignore the truth when it becomes apparent.... you will see." the words left Sergei Kravinoff's mouth like a threat to his brother. Whether it was just good old russian bravado or something more malicious was rather ignored. But one thing was for sure, Kravinoff had a taste and he wanted more. Perhaps he needed to go back to the lab and look more into genetic treatments and at that sure, Dr. Ezili would take a look at his brain in the process and while he didn't show it there was something about Yakov's words that rang true in Sergei's brain and he did want to make sure he wasn't losing himself to the heat of the moment. But for now he was hungry and the food at the Ruby of the East would have to do.

| Player Name |

Gowi

| Character You Wish To Play |

Susan Storm / Invisible Woman

| Moral Alignment |

Hero

| Affiliation |

Empire State University
Future Foundation

| Character Origin & Backstory |

Early Life

Susan is the daughter of Dr. Franklin Storm, a quantum physicist who was featured on TIME Magazine in 1971. Susan’s father’s belief was limitless energy could be theoretically obtained using a method he named “Quantum Energy”. Through this he believed society would reach new heights; however his time into research and resources was put to a halt when Susan and Johnathan Storm were born to Franklin’s wife and reality forced Franklin to re-evaluate his priorities. He took time from his project to teach Physics at Empire State University in New York City as the two children became his whole world.

Growing up, Susan found her father’s ramblings and theories on quantum energy the equivalent of fairytales; the young girl was not groomed into quantum physics or at least not deliberately. By the age of nine, Susan’s inherent genius came out as her father noticed an open notebook of Sue’s that detailed modifications to his quantum energy equation which proved to be correct amendments at that. Susan’s life from thereon shifted uphill and before she or her father knew it she had cut through high school by thirteen and two universities by twenty. A “mirror” of her father, Sue became known for her grasp on quantum physics and soon received a recommendation for employment at a new scientific organization devoted to progress called The Future Foundation headed by one Reed Richards. Taking the recommendation from there she began working with the likes of Dr. James Power.

Susan began work almost immediately on a theoretical aerospace engine drive that ran through quantum energy, aerospace engineer and ex-NASA member Benjamin Grimm was assigned to help her with the physical tasks of the project and after some time it was completed though Susan herself believed it still needed much time. Through some force of pressure to maintain funding from one of their investors they however prepared for installment into a spacecraft—but they needed a pilot: Susan recommended her brother Johnny Storm and he was brought in for the test flight… a flight the four would never forget.

Origins

Susan Storm, Benjamin Grimm, Johnny Storm, and Reed Richards were struck by a malfunction in the drive that neither Susan, Reed, or Benjamin could detect as they hit a “storm-like anomaly” in space. The spacecraft took massive damage but due to Johnny Storm the four did not simply perish in space—they would crash in the Atlantic Ocean before falling unconscious themselves. The recovery of the four members of the Foundation was a loss for the company, but it oddly served as a big event for the national media as the scientists lay in a coma for a few days at a private hospital in Upstate New York. Throughout the next few months they found themselves changing in radical ways as the apparent radiation (or the negative quantum energy itself) had affected them—Sue vanished in thin air, Reed found his entire body becoming the consistency of rubber, Johnny found himself ablaze, and Ben discovered his muscles rapidly growing and hardening.

Thus the Fantastic members of the Future Foundation were born – Susan Storm’s “year one” involved not much further outside of initial tests and studies that Reed attempted to work against the clock to halt or minimize their radiation-brought mutation. Radiation experts like Dr. Elizabeth Ross were brought in but it was generally to no-avail. However, as they fought to come to grips with their new powers a devastating chemical spill occurs and a scientist in the center of the event mutates into a giant monster and begins to attack local neighborhoods nearby to the Future Foundations base of operations (which the four including Susan had returned to after awakening from their coma). Reed deduces they are likely the only response team capable for immediate resolve and begrudgingly the Four approach and surprisingly contain the threat before it does massive damage. Reed brings a sample of the creature back to his lab for study.

With funding for their science experiments and public word of the four as “superheroes” they are starting to get some attention…

| Powers and Abilities |

Genius Intelligence: Susan Storm wields a 11th level intelligence, and while outclassed by individuals such as Tony Stark and Reed Richards she wields a genius intellect which is evident with her completion of university level education by the age of twenty. This applies to her field(s) generally, of course.

Invisibility: The Invisible Woman has the mental ability to manipulate ambient cosmic energy for a variety of effects, including the rendering of herself and other objects invisible, and the construction of solid, invisible force fields. In an as yet unknown manner, cosmic energy interacts with the cells of her entire body in such a way as to produce a new form of energy with unusual properties. By a simple act of concentration, she can cause all wavelengths of visible, infrared, and ultraviolet light to bend around her without distortion; she also somehow directs enough undistorted light to her eyes to retain her full range of vision while invisible.

Psionic Force Fields: While the cells of the Invisible Woman's body produce a certain energy manifestation, the cells of her brain produce a different, more potent manifestation. Through concentration, she is able to project a field of psionic force which she can manipulate into a number of relatively simple forms: rectangular planes, cylinders, globes, domes, cones, etc. The complexity of the shape is limited by her ability to imagine (mentally visualize) a particular form and keep it in sharp mental focus: not even she is able to see the forms she creates. The size of a given psionic force projection is also limited by her ability to imagine.

| Sample Post |

“Are you kidding?” Sue’s eyes met her brother’s as she moved like a bat out of hell as the sight of a giant green monster set the Fantastic Four initiative members into well.. a panic, outside of Reed of course who decided this was the most fascinating things ever because not only did this monster look familiar it also looked like—

“No! I’m pretty sure we’re fighting a dragon!!”

Johnny Storm’s voice was right. The Fantastic Four were fighting a dragon and not just any old dragon but one who was as ancient as the earth himself and was fairly angry of what he had awoken to—that or he was sent here as a distraction by the Mandarin, but it was anybody’s guess at that point. Susan Storm was still relatively new at this whole “hero thing” and Reed had been so adamant that it would be the catalyst of them getting their funding back on the ground, she didn’t exactly understand it but it was way out of left field for her.

“Fool! I will devour you until your remains exist as ashes!” The dragon roared which honestly made Sue fumble again since well dragons shouldn’t talk right?

“That will be awful hard buddy considering I’m the human torch!” Her brother yelled, mocking the dragon as Sue began to focus her body to create several variations of psionic energy to blast at the dragon. But she wasn’t sure if they could do this all by themselves—perhaps they needed the Avengers or something? Really, it was a giant dragon—not that they hadn’t taken on giant monsters before… but this thing was a little bit more sentient than a giant acidic monster and had a lot more power at that.

At this point she just hoped Reed had a plan…

No birth, medical, school or even juvenile delinquency records of a person named Wade William Wilson exist before the 1st recorded appearance in Montreal, Canada at the age of 22 in a local hospital. He staggered into the A. & E. complaining of nausea, insomnia and physical debilitation. The doctors surmised that the patient had been suffering with Acute myelogenous leukemia (AML) for over 2 years. They were astounded that the young man could be fighting off the cancer for this long and still be functioning cognitively, due to the insomnia. It was a fight Wade was losing, however, both physically and mentally. He had become extremely irrational, erratic; from his blood tests, he had mere months to live. That is where Weapon Plus stepped in.

As the U.S. was never big on sharing military secrets, the Weapon Plus program was developed to attempt to copy and match the U.S. Super Soldier program developed in WW2 by using emerging mutants to build a covert/assault team capable of handling multiple situations. Only 2 Original mutants signed up for the program: -name removed- (Codename: -name removed-: Psychic abilities; see attached file) and –name removed- (Codename: -name removed-: Healing factor; see attached file for further experiments).

It was discovered by scientists working with Weapon Plus version I that there were 2 versions of the mutant X gene; the active version present in –name removed- and –name removed- and an inactive version, devoid of any changes to the host. Weapon Plus had begun scouring hospitals for potential volunteers. This version, deemed I-X, was found to be in Wilson’s genome. Weapon Plus approached Wilson with a proposition: He accepts membership into the program and we cure his cancer. He instantly agreed.

The results of the graft were mixed. The healing ability measured by our tests surpasses that even the original donor’s natural gift. His limbs could be reattached and in one case, even grew back of its own accord, by a process of -snipped for medical jargon-. However, the mixing of his I-X gene and cancer produced some negative effects appearance wise and he has taken to wearing a mask with his operations outfit. Also, as the cancer has somehow bonded with the grafted X gene, Wilson has been informed that while he will not die from the leukemia, he will never be cured of it, as the healing will produce too many new cells and will literally explode.

It has also come to the program’s attention that Wilson has become increasingly “unstable” mentally. This may be a result of the combination of the physical scaring, the false promise of a cure and the prior insomnia symptoms. The other subjects have taken to calling him “Deadpool” as the feel he may wash out of the program at any point and has even began calling himself this. It is recommended that –snipped for irrelevance-

Deadpool has so far been successful in training missions and marksmanship training with both Original subjects respectively. It is recommended that if he be cleared for duty, he be assigned to Alpha Team.

My name is Anthony Masters. I’m currently 32 years old. My birthday is February 24th.
I am a former US Army soldier and Special Covert Operations operative. I joined the Army when I was 19 and served as a S.C.O. when I was 25. Look up “Masters Service Record” in S.H.I.E.L.D. database for full details.
Both my parents are dead. They were killed in a house-fire when I was serving overseas. Their names were Bill and Virginia Masters.
I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. as the head CQB trainer and currently work in the field under the codename: Taskmaster.

Reason for memory loss: memory override due to possession of my photographic reflex power.
This power was gained upon injection of a serum that granted these powers.
Fighting Styles saved and filed for later use:
Wing Chun
Savate
Capoeira
Karate
Muay Tai
Sambo
Judo
Aikido
Jiu-Jitsu
Fencing
Kyudo
Camouflage
Stealth techniques
Canne de combat
Armament Marksmanship
Captain America (current and former)
Nick Fury

Recently discovered ability to mimic others voices. Must investigate further.

Pre-Birth and Infancy

Richard Parker was a well-respected biochemist, physicist, geneticist, and engineer employed in the mid-early '90's by a privately funded laboratory with the complete financial support and backing of industrialist Norman Osborn. Richard dedicated his work to researching and discovering a cure for cancer. In 1994, he invited his former college buddy and roommate, Curtis Connors, to join him in the labs and lend his own expertise to finding a cure. Connors, who had just gotten out of the military after the unfortunate loss of his arm and had been searching for a job, eagerly accepted his old friend's offer and soon began aiding Richard in his research by focusing on tissue regrowth.

During this initial year both Richard and Curt met their respective girlfriends and future wives; Mary Fitzpatrick - a data analyst and consultant for a tech firm associate of Norman Osborn's company, Oscorp industries - and Martha Wells - a temporary waitress earning her way through Empire State University with a degree in biology. In 1996, Richard and Mary became engaged and wed, not soon after learning of Mary's pregnancy. In April of '97, the two welcomed their son, Peter Benjamin Parker, into the world and named Curtis and Martha - also newly engaged - as Peter's godparents. Due to both Richard's and Mary's important careers and busy schedules, the two were often forced to leave behind their infant son under the care of Ben and May Parker, Richard's older brother and sister-in-law.

During the following two years their lab grew by accepting two new assistants, Calypso Ezili and Miles Warren, both skilled biochemists and geneticists. By this time Curt began to closely study the regenerative properties of reptiles, while Richard thought he had a breakthrough with a liquid he had designed to be a fast-acting healing agent. This liquid succeeded in it's purpose in small-scale tests in a sterile environment, and Richard quickly constructed a prototype delivery method - small, high-pressured canisters with fine-tipped nozzles to be loaded into a special spray-gun - that could fire the liquid at an accelerated speed with the purpose of focusing the spread.

Unfortunately, the liquid itself had an unintended side-effect where, upon contact with high-levels of oxygen, it would harden into a super-strong, malleable adhesive. This discovery in itself could have been put to beneficial use if the adhesive didn't suffer from a breakdown between bonds and dissolve after only a couple hours. With his creation deemed a failure, Richard packed up the research for the botched healing agent and delivery system and instead turned his attention to a new idea of designing a healing agent that would bond to an individual and completely repair them from the inside out.

Alas, though, just two years later during the height of Richard's research he and his wife were tragically killed in a freak car accident that left only two horribly burned corpses in its wake, as well as a newly orphaned four year old Peter Parker. Ben and May Parker gained custody of their nephew, a task they were ready for as they had practically raised the boy from birth anyways.

Norman Osborn ended up attending the funeral and introduced himself to Ben and May as the financial backer of Richard's research, and claimed he had considered Ben's brother a close friend. After offering his condolences - and money to match the bills of the funeral - he suggested Peter might need a friend to help him cope during this difficult time, and explained his own son, Harold, was of the same age. May thought this was a good idea and a play-date between the two was arranged. And thus the close friendship of Peter Parker and Harry Osborn began.

Youth

At the age of eight, Pete and Harry met and befriended another youth their age who had just moved into Peter's neighborhood, Gwendolyn Stacy, a tomboy-ish girl who fit right in with the pair, and the three soon developed an unbreakable bond. Several years later, Pete's Uncle Ben suffered from a stroke which resulted in mobility issues with his right leg, forcing him to use a cane and undergo physical therapy, as well as costing him his job. Despite the disability checks he receives, the Parkers have a hard time affording Ben's medical bills, treatment, and the everyday domestic bills. This incident marks the beginning of the Parker's financial woes.

Months later Peter, and to a lesser extent Harry, incur the wrath of their fellow student, Eugene "Flash" Thompson during a history lesson. Flash responds to a teacher's question with a fairly ridiculous answer, prompting Peter to make a joke at Flash's expense, much to his chagrin. It is also around this time that Peter, now in middle school, discovers after taking an aptitude test his natural genius in various academic fields including mathematics, biology, chemistry, physics, and engineering. Gwen is also found to possess a high intellect and affinity for applied science and other fields rivaling Peter's own. Although those around him - his aunt and uncle, Gwen, and especially his scientist godparents - show pride and enthusiasm over Pete's natural gifts, Peter himself doesn't seem to revel in or enjoy his academic talents. This is the opposite of Gwen who soon finds herself joining the school's science club and looking forward to the day she can put her intellect to practical use. Despite Pete's lack of joy he is soon enrolled in the advanced placement courses his middle school - and later high school - have to offer, along with Gwen.

A year later Harry finds his own talent and passion in photography. This, coupled with Harry's seeming lack of academic gifts, puts him and his father at odds. Norman views photography as a weak and pathetic hobby and potential career not befitting an Osborn. Norman - who, as Harry once told Peter, was already a cold and distant parent - became severely disappointed and disapproving of his son, and often resorted to verbal abuse to bestow upon Harry "what it means to be an Osborn." This increased hostile atmosphere at home leads Harry to spend more time at the Parker residence where he frequently would spend the night. He soon began to consider Uncle Ben and Aunt May as surrogate-parents, a feeling only strengthened due to his and Peter's near-brotherly bond.

Adolescence and The Incident

Two years later, in 2011, at the age of 14 Peter and co. entered Midtown High School. It was here they met Eddie Brock Jr., a senior and Midtown's star quarterback. It was Eddie who finally put Flash Thompson in his place and prevented him from bullying Pete and Harry - as he had continued to do the past three years. Eddie, an all-around nice guy, instantly took a liking to Peter who was in his stagecraft and drama classes which Eddie interned for - Peter and Harry had taken the courses as they were rumored to be easy A's - and they became relatively close, albeit unconventional, friends.

During the early days of freshman year, Gwen began to dress in a more 'girly' fashion and shed some of the aspects of her tomboy appearance; growing her hair longer, wearing skirts more often than her formerly signature baggy jeans and overalls, and wearing modest amounts of make-up. And although she was still the same-old Gwen more-or-less, still participating in the same old nerdy activities she always had, Harry noticed her new look and soon developed a crush on his childhood friend. For her part, though, Gwen had already developed her own growing interest and attraction to Peter a couple years back, unbeknownst to him.

Not long into the year Peter, on one of his routine monthly visits to his godparents at Connors' lab , experienced a life-altering event. Shortly before Peter's visit, Curt had accidentally bumped into one of the containment units housing one of his experiments, a genetically engineered spider and allowed it to escape through a small opening. This experiment was part of a relatively new research to transfer animalistic abilities to humans, primarily healing factors, that he had been working on with Dr. Calypso Ezili - who had taken over as one of the lead researchers following Richard's death - before her departure for Kravin Industries. Before Curt had a chance to realize the spider was missing, though, Pete was knocking on the door to his lab, and Curt ran to embrace his godson and begin his monthly ritual of pestering Peter to become a scientist.

After several hours of talking, Curt took a break to the restroom and Peter relaxed on one of the few lounge chairs in the lobby. Only seconds after doing so Peter would leap to his feet and howl in agony; a sharp, stabbing pain emanating from his right hand. A strangely colored spider with a red and blue abdomen was crawling along his arm having just bitten him, leaving a large, puffy mark on the skin between his thumb and forefinger. Pete slapped the spider from his arm and immediately stomped on it out of fear and retaliation. Oddly enough, however, the arachnid didn't die and continued to crawl away until a second, third, and fourth smash of Peter's heel finally crushed it. Not believing there to be any venomous spiders in the area, he shrugged off the bite. Still, though, Peter was put off from any more conversation and decided to cut his visit short, calling to Curt who was still in the bathroom and promising he'd come back soon before hopping on a bus home.

Although the area where he was bitten stung, his body occasionally tingled, and he had an on-again-off-again headache, no changed became evident until four days later. Peter, who had required glasses since he was little, awoke that Friday morning stunned to discover his vision had inexplicably improved itself seemingly overnight. The same could be said for his other senses which, as far as Peter could tell, were performing at levels far beyond the norm. Unsure of what was happening, Peter considered going to a doctor, but he didn't know how he would explain the situation to his aunt and uncle should they ask what was wrong with him; complaining of improved health seemed foolish, and so he continued on with his day.

Throughout the school day he would every-so-often experience an odd tingling sensation in the back of his head, usually whenever Flash would ready a spit-ball - the only form of torment he could get away with while Eddie was in the school - that Peter put off as just another minor headache. Peter also noted, as did Harry and Gwen, that he performed notably better during gym, out-scoring several students who were on various sports teams during a game of soccer. Finally, later that evening while preparing his dinner Peter nicked himself with a kitchen knife and caused a small cut on his index finger. It came as a huge shock to Pete when, only minutes later while putting on a band-aid, he discovered the cut had completely vanished, with the only proof it had existed in the first place being the drying blood smears along his finger. By this time, Pete was freaking out, worried about what was happening to him and unsure of what to do. His panic was only further increased when the box of band-aids became stuck to his hand and wouldn't come loose.

Now in a full-blown panic Peter needed someone with a level head to talk to. His aunt, uncle, and Gwen, though, were all unavailable with Ben and May out to dinner, and Gwen off on some science-club related activity, so Peter was left to call Harry and beg him to come over with no explanation. When Harry arrived at the door, Pete yelled for him to come in. Harry entered the kitchen confused and worried to discover his best friend huddled in a corner clutching a box of band-aids and a phone. Peter, as freaked out as he was, had trouble explaining his problems for several minutes until he finally picked up the same kitchen knife he had cut himself on earlier - a feat he had difficulty with considering both hands had objects thoroughly adhered to the palms - and sliced his skin horizontally above his knuckles. Harry's shock, concern, and fear soon gave way to amazement as he watched before his eyes as Peter's skin miraculously repaired itself.

It took thirty minutes before the boys were finally able to pry the box and phone from Peter's hands, and a further hour until Harry had calmed his friend down sufficiently to the point where he convinced Pete not to go running to his uncle and aunt the moment they walked in the door. They would instead run their own improvised tests in the safety of Peter's bedroom and try to discover what was happening to him. It wasn't long before they determined the only logical source of these changes was from the strange spider that had bitten Peter several days before, with Pete believing it must have been some sort of lab spider of his godfather's as he knew Curt worked with genetic testing. After Harry further convinced Pete not to tell anyone else, be it Curt, Gwen, Ben, or May, they decided that they would spend all of Sunday discovering just what it was that Peter was capable of.

Over the following three weeks Pete and Harry continued their improvised tests scoping out the limit of Peter's new-found physical prowess and discovering that the reason for objects adhering to his hands was due to miniature, barbed-hairs on his finger tips and toes that allowed him to cling to surfaces like a spider, and could retract when not needed. Also over these weeks Peter's musculature visibly enhances, giving him a lean, athletic build he hadn't previously possessed and granting him increased strength. Astounded by his newly acquired abilities, Peter and Harry dreamed of the myriad of ways they could benefit from them, not the least of which being the not-so-subtle payback Flash had coming to him.

Misguided Acts and Origins of a Hero

But before he could act on any of the fantasies they dreamed up, Peter learned of the growing financial difficulties his aunt and uncle had been hiding from him for years. He came to the realization that he could utilize his enhanced capabilities to earn some quick cash for his aunt and uncle. However, after days of thinking, Peter couldn't come up with a fast enough solution using his new skills that didn't involve either becoming a guinea pig for science or less-than-moral activities. After one night when their power was shut off - Ben and May claimed it was faulty wiring - he broke down and relented that he would need to turn to criminal means to secure enough money. Afraid and racked with guilt, Pete decided to break into and rob from a local convenience store late at night after it had closed. When he finally worked up the courage to do so however, he backed out at the last minute deciding that this wasn't right nor was it the life he wanted to live. Ironically enough, though, and against all odds, on his way home Peter came across a man who had apparently decided, as had Peter, that tonight was the perfect time to break into and steal from a local store.

Initially intending to phone in the robbery to the police, Pete hesitated when faced with this opportunity. He could steal from the thief. Somehow in all his desperate genius he managed to convince himself that this would be different than actually robbing a store; this was a criminal he would be taking from, not some innocent store-owner, and he would certainly put the money to better use was the argument he made to himself. So, once the burglar began to make his getaway through a back street, Peter jumped him, tearing the bag of money from the man's hands before running like Hell. He wasn't able to make a clean escape, however, as the robber had seen Peter's face and managed to follow him back to his street where the would-be-thief watched Pete enter his home.

Peter, upon returning at such a late hour, was greeted by the unhappy faces of his aunt and uncle who demanded to know where he had been all night with Peter unable to make up a suitable excuse, his mind too addled by an adrenaline rush, was thoroughly scolded and informed he was grounded for a week. Peter finally made it up to his room where he stashed the bag of money before proceeding to slip out of the house through his window after deciding he needed to go for a walk to work out his mixed-feelings over the crime he had just committed. He didn't get too far, though, as after a couple minutes of walking around the block he heard the distinctive pop of gunfire and the screams of his Aunt May. Rushing back home at full-speed Peter witnessed a man, dressed in similar clothing to the one he had just stolen from, run out of the house and down the street, clutching several pieces of jewelry and a wallet.

After Peter had snuck out the criminal that had followed him home burst through the front door and confronted Ben and May, demanding to know where his money was. With Ben and May not understanding, the man pulled a gun and demanded they give back his loot. Ben begins to realize what Peter must have been up to, and desperate to keep his nephew safe - who he still thought was upstairs in his room, probably hiding - he suggested the man had the wrong house, but to take whatever he wanted from them - money, jewelry, electronics - so long as he left them unharmed. The man, not sure that this was in-fact the house he thought he saw the kid enter, relented and began to relieve Ben of his wallet and May of her jewelry. But when the man, in a fit of anger and impatience over May's fumbling with her watch, pointed his gun at her, Ben shouted in protest and jumped for the gun, which went off after a brief struggle, shooting Ben in the stomach.

Peter, after seeing the man run away, ran into the house to find his uncle on the floor, bleeding out, and May collapsed in tears over his body. Pete tells his aunt to call 911 while he tries to stop the bleeding. He asks Ben what happened, but Ben, through gritted teeth and coughs of blood, struggles to give Peter a life lesson over doing the right thing and living an honest life, not wanting his nephew who he viewed as a son to become a petty criminal and thug. The last thing Ben managed to say before his life left him was "with great power there must also come great responsibility."

Peter spent the next few months in a severe depression, the guilt of his uncle's death eating away at him. It took him four months and the help of his friends, the Connors, and May to finally begin his return to normality. It took him a further month before he decided he would live up to Uncle Ben's expectations and wishes by using his abilities to live an honest, responsible life, and help others in need. By late March, with Harry as his confidante, he soon began to venture out into the city to prevent similar robberies and muggings as the one he had regretfully committed that lead to all his pain and suffering. After several trial runs and errors, Peter began to get the hang of things and designed an outfit he would wear while stopping crime so as to not be recognized. This first costume consisted of a long-sleeved, red t-shirt, blue jeans, blue socks - to allow the hairs on his feet to successfully cling to surfaces - and a red ski-mask with swim goggles over his eyes. The colors were chosen as an homage to the spider that had bitten him.

Two months later, after having successfully stopped several dozen crimes in progress, Peter began to notice that several of the muggers he continued to encounter had the same face, and were in fact the same people. He realized that by not aiding in the apprehension of the criminals he stopped he was only delaying the crimes from happening, not truly stopping them. Pete decided he needed some kind of tool to allow him to capture these thugs, with Harry suggesting handcuffs or rope, but Peter quickly dismissed this idea as impractical as he couldn't carry around enough to be effective, and he would need to keep replacing those items with money he didn't have. After racking his brain for a solution, Peter remembered something he had seen little over a year ago.

On his fourteenth birthday, his Uncle Ben had presented Pete with all of the research notes and equipment Richard Parker had kept with his personal belongings in hopes that Peter may find interest in them and finally become inspired by science. Peter had, however, simply breezed through the notes, finding some things interesting, but nothing particularly exciting at the time. Now, though, he recalled reading something about one of the experiments his father had run on some fluid that was a failure due to it's unwanted hardening and adhesive properties when exposed to air. Going back through the boxes of papers and mechanical devices, Peter found what he was looking for; the notes on the properties of the liquid, some remaining cartridges of the fluid, and several prototypes of the gun-like device that was created to 'shoot' the liquid out.

Not wanting to look like he was carrying a weapon, Peter began remodifying the devices into something both less clunky and easily concealed, finally putting his genius intellect and natural talent for engineering to use aside from school work. The result was two of the miniature canisters being mounted on gauntlet-like devices to be worn around Peter's wrist and forearm. It was considerably more difficult to recreate the fluid successfully from the samples he had remaining and his father's notes, but after several weeks he finally succeeded. After Harry saw them in use and noted that the strands of adhesive resembled a spider's web, he jokingly referred to Pete as a man-spider. Although they laughed it off, Peter became further inspired by it and developed a spider motif he would sew into his red-shirt. He also discovered that he could use the 'webs' as a means of transportation by using them to swing from structure to structure, though this took training and effort to handle properly. With his costume and spider-like powers, in the following months over Summer, rumors of a spider-like man began circulating around the criminal and law-enforcement worlds and soon the myth of Spider-Man was born.

It's now September, and Peter has further made improvements to his costume purchasing two form-fitting spandex body-suits, one red and one blue, cutting, altering, and sewing them together to form a multi-colored costume which he then added to with two spider designs on his chest and back, finally removing the mirrored lenses from a pair of goggles and sewing them into the mask. The result was far from visually appealing as his sewing skills were next to none, but it serves it's purpose. Just as Peter's getting comfortable being an amateur vigilante, school starts back up and he's forced to readjust to his civilian life after having focused almost entirely on his crime-fighting responsibilities for the past several months.

Due to a bite from a genetically engineered spider carrying a modified retro virus, Peter Parker has, overtime, gained several superhuman abilities. These include:

- Peter now possesses an enhanced physiology resulting in denser tissues and muscle as well as improving all general functions of his body beyond that of a human being. This gives him greatly enhanced strength - up to this point Peter is capable of lifting five tons over his head with some effort - and durability - capable of enduring and resisting injuries that could seriously harm or kill an ordinary human.

- Also due to his physiology, Pete now has reflexes and agility that measure in the superhuman levels, far beyond that of even humans with peak physical conditioning. Along with this comes an innate sense of equilibrium and perfect balance. Which, when combined with the increased elasticity of his tendons and connective tissues, allow him to contort his body in various ways impossible for most humans to accomplish.

- Pete's five primary senses have been enhanced to levels superior to that of normal humans. This grants him perfect vision, and the abilities to both hear and smell things stronger at a further distance, as well as allowing him to perceive sounds and scents that are beyond the normal human range.

- He has also seemed to develop an extra-sense that can alert him to danger. This ability is almost precognitive in nature, allowing Peter sufficient time to react to even the most immediate of dangers by taking evasive action using his reflexes and agility. It is also direction, and can guide him away from danger, or enable him to its source. This ability, which Peter has begun to call his "spider-sense", also gives him an instinctive, psychological, spatial awareness of his surroundings, even if he's unable to see or is not looking. This spider-sense is linked to his reflexes to the degree where conscious thought isn't necessary to react. Though, he can choose to ignore it if desired.

- Peter has a greatly enhanced and accelerated metabolism, increasing his resistance to drugs, toxins, and the like. It also allows him to recover from and repair injuries much quicker than possible for an average human, with most serious injuries healing within a few days.

- Pete is also capable of clinging to, and crawling on, most surfaces thanks to the tiny, barbed-hairs on his fingertips and bottoms of his feet. He is able to consciously control this ability and the hair; making them retract into his body when not needed.

Although he has no formal training, he is beginning to develop his own unique fighting style that incorporates the instinctive and simultaneous use of all his abilities and skills. Though his attacks are often random and reactionary, they are proving to be effective in combat - at least against the common thugs he's faced thus far.

Along with these superhuman abilities, Peter also possesses natural gifts and talents. He appears to have a genius intellect and exceptional affinity for applied science, biology, chemistry, engineering and mechanics, mathematics, and physics. It is with these skills - and, largely, his father's notes and designs - that he was able to make his 'web-shooter' devices and recreate the 'web fluid'. These web-shooters allows him to fire strands of strong, malleable, adhesive fiber for a myriad of uses, primarily apprehending criminals and as transportation - his spider sense helps him to instinctively swing from structure to structure at high-speeds and altitudes with little concentration, and confidence webs finding a secure hold. He is able to shoot these webs by precisely double-tapping a trigger that rests on his palm.

Despite all of his great abilities, though, Peter still has his weaknesses, vulnerabilities, and inconvenient side-effects.

- Although not a weakness per se, Pete must pull his punches when fighting common thugs or his strength would easily result in their deaths. Because of this, Peter struggles to resist his reactionary instinct to strike out at full power, and this often ends with him using not enough power to do any damage, or a little too much where he accidentally fractures or breaks one or two of their bones. It'll require some training and experience before he can comfortably combat an ordinary human without complete concentration on the strength of his punches.

- Although Peter's bodily tissue is extremely durable, he can still be injured by knives, bullets, or from equally strong and forceful impacts.

- His spider-sense manifests as a tingling or buzzing sensation emanating from the base of his skull. Depending on the threat level, this buzzing can grow to painful levels. Needless to say, but a headache- or migraine-like feeling can become a liability and distraction during a fight. As well as this, an as-of-yet undiscovered certain radio frequency is capable of activating his sense, either fooling him or crippling him depending on its intensity. His spider-sense also has a considerably harder time working properly when fatigued or distracted.

- Finally, his wall-crawling can be disrupted by a sufficient enough shock. In addition, Pete cannot cling to a wet or slippery surface very well, nor can he crawl across a surface it it cannot support his weight. In order for him to be able to stick to walls in the first place, he must be wearing thin enough clothing as the hairs cannot penetrate thick materials like shoes.

The following notes are subject to, and will change over the course of this RP as new characters are introduced, and old ones evolve in their roles. Those listed now are ones that will definitely make an appearance in this initial year. I will update when necessary.

Primary NPC's/Supporting Characters:

Harry Osborn - One of Peter's best friends, and the son of Norman Osborn; with whom he has a severely strained relationship. Shy and insecure in most social situations, Harry is only able to truly speak his mind when with Pete. Has a crush on Gwen Stacy. His hobby is photography. Harry is also Peter's one and only confidante on all Spider-Man related matters.

Gwen Stacy - Peter's other best friend, and the daughter of police captain George Stacy. Confident and nerdy, Gwen is a brilliant academic and Peter's intellectual equal. Member of the science club. Has feelings for Pete.

Aunt May Parker - Peter's beloved aunt and adoptive mother. May is a strong, independent, middle-aged woman. She is Peter's greatest supporter and piller of strength, although at tmes she can be strict and overprotective, and also a detractor of Spider-man - believing wholeheartedly the propagandistic stories of The Daily Bugle. She is a secretary in a Manhattan office building, and a cooking enthusiast - volunteering at various food shelters when she has time. She is plagued by constant financial difficulties, and is struggling to provide for her nephew.

Secondary NPC's/Supporting Characters:

Dr. Curtis Connors- Pete's godfather, and a highly intelligent scientist. Works at the Lee-Ditko Research Center as the lead scientist with Norman Osborn's funding. Is also a part-time lecturer on biochemistry and genetics at Empire State University.

J. Jonah Jameson - Owner, publisher, and editor-in-chief of the tabloid newspaper, The Daily Bugle, and the news media television station, Daily Bugle Now (DBN), along with the similarly titled media blog website - all of which being a part of the nationally recognized Daily Bugle Communications news network. He is the largest and loudest critic of Spider-Man, and forces all of Daily Bugle Communication to take an anti-superhero slant in their stories.

Captain George Stacy - A captain in the NYPD Major Crimes Unit, and the father of Gwen. He is a supporter of Spider-Man who he views as a hero, despite him operatiing out of the law, after George sees Spidey rescue innocent bystanders during a confrontation.

Lesser NPC's:

Norman Osborn - The disapproving father of Harry Osborn. He is the owner and president of Oscorp Induststries, and a cold, calculating businessman some view as unethical.

Eugene "Flash" Thompson - Fellow student and frequent tormentor of Peter and Harry. Has a troubled home life. Is the star quarterback for Midtown High School, and an avid Spider-Man fan.

Eddie Brock Jr. - College freshman at ESU, and friendly acquantaince of Peter, Gwen, and Harry. Talented member of the Empire State Drama Club.

Liz Allan - A popular and beautiful girl at Midtown High, and the object of Peter's crush. Part of Flash's 'circle'.

Betty Brant - Blogger for the Daily Bugle's website, and one of the few to consitently question and defy Jonah's anti-Spider-Man policy. She is dating his son, John Jameson.

Jean DeWolff - George Stacy's former partner, and the head detective of his unit. She is a sceptic of Spider-Man. Partnerned with Junior Detective Stan Carter.

Joe "Robbie" Robertson - High-ranking editor of Daily Bugle Communications, and close friend to Jonah.

Miles Warren - Curt Connor's junior lab partner at the Lee-Ditko Research Center.

Max Dillon - A recent electrical engineer graduate, and assistant to Dr. Connors at the lab focusing on harnessing bioelectricity.

Minor NPC's

Ned Leeds - Anchor and lead tv personality at Daily Bugle Now.

Glory Grant - Co-anchor and co-lead personality at Daily Bugle Now.

Ben Ulrich - Reporter for the Daily Bugle newspaper.

Randy Robertson - Robbie Robertson's son, and friend of Flash Thompson. He is more friendly to Pete and Harry than Flash.

Kenny "Kong" McFarlane - Flash's best friend, and occassional accomplice in the bullying of Pete and Harry.

Sally Avril - Flash's judgemental, pushy girlfriend.

John Jameson - J. Jonah Jameson's son, and boyfriend of Betty Brant. Colonol in the Air Force, and a former astronaut shuttle pilot.

Rogues and Major Antagonists

Herman Schultz - A former Army sergeant, and current mercernary. His current employer has hired him for unconventional purposes. Has a substantial debt problem.

Alex O'Hirn - Another skilled mercenary, and formerly a boxer. He was also hired by a mysterious employwer, and is currently undergoing illegal experimental procedures headed by scientist Dr. Otto Octavious (as played by ErsatzEmperor).

MacDonald "Mac" Gargan - The third and final mercenary to be hired, along with Schults and O'Hirn. he was recently dishonorably discharged from the Navy SEALS. Like O'Hirn, Mac will undergo Octavious' experimental procedures soon.

Hydro (Morris "Morrie" Bench) - A mutant, and highly dangerous assassin wanted by both S.H.I.E.L.D. and H.A.M.M.E.R..

Adrien Toomes - A former employee of Oscorp Industries before his revolutionary flight-tech designs and prototype were stolen by the very people he worked for. Has a personal vendetta against Norman Osborn.

The Burglar - The unknown man and robber who murdered Ben Parker. Still at large.

I looked ridiculous. There's no other way to describe it. I looked like a complete fool. My clothes were mismatched and brightly colored, taken from some dark recess of a closet that never should have been touched. The shirt was too tight, bought long before the recent changes to my physique, and the sweatpants, borrowed from another's wardrobe, was too lose. The ski-mask doesn't have an opening for my mouth and I'm stuck breathing in little cotton fibers that keep tickling my lips. Not to mention the smell of it. I'm not sure where he found it, and I'm not sure I want to know. Then there's the goggles. The strap meant to hold it in place is broken and so they keep slipping down my nose and require constant adjustments. Reminds me of when I had my glasses. It's not an endearing memory. And I won't even get into the socks, but suffice to say it wasn't pretty.

"I'm not so sure about this outfit, Harry."

"Relax. You're not doing this to be a model, Pete. You wanted to hide your identity. This'll work."

"Yeah, well, we could have picked some clothes that actually fit." Okay, complaining isn't the most heroic thing to do right before your debut, but in my defense this shirt was really chafing my nipples.

"Hey, you're the one who said they had to be red and blue. I still don't get that, by the way. Black would have made a lot more sense." He shrugged before continuing. "Just be glad I was able to find you some blue sweatpants that would fit, or you'd be running around the city in your underwear."

Heh. That'd be a sight to see. Me in my overly-tight, red, long-sleeved shirt, blue socks, fuzzy ski-mask, and Big Bang Theory boxers running down Time Square, chasing down a purse-snatcher. Yeah, look out, world; it's Peter Parker, the Spectacular Streaker-Man.

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Player Name: The Bogus Byrd Man

Character You Wish To Play: The one man that's the realest of the real, the one smooth brother that makes all the women squeal. I'm talking about the baddest mofo that ever fought with righteous rage: The Harlem crusader Luke Cage

Moral Alignment: Hero, ya dig?

Affiliation: Cage ain't the type of brother to be attached to anyone's hip bone. When it comes to teams, that brother works alone.

Character Origin & Backstory:

The story of Luke Cage can be told in verse. The early days are when his life went from bad to worse. Carl Lucas, a would be gangster working around Harlem town, working as a strongarm lackey to that Willis Styrker clown. Styrker had Harlem tight in his grasp, strangling the community with his criminal clasp. Young Luke fell for Lenore, Stryker's sweetheart. Styrker went mad with jealousy, his sanity fell apart. One day Carl was headed home when he got stopped, ya dig? It was two NYPD uniforms and a detective pig. They ran Carl in because an eyeball witness, the man said Carl was around a murder scene the night before and acting suspicious. Carl's fingerprints matched the ones on a piece, so he was arrested for murder by the police. A swift trial commenced, so fast you couldn't blink. The end result was predictable, Carl sentenced to life in the clink. Carl's heart was tortured, his spirit maimed. He knew that he was framed.

Ten years in the slammer seemed to rapidly pass, all the while outside Stryker's kingdom gained mass. Losing hope on getting out and his prospects dim, Carl decided to volunteer for a project most grim. An experiment to create the durability of a famous super-soilder ended in disaster thanks to an evil poacher. Carl lay in a science chamber, his body resting, when a vindictive guard broke in to where they were testing. The guard smashed the console and dial. The chamber began sparking, its insides filling with bile. A massive explosion rocked the prison then, a force that was like a keg of dynamite times ten. The guard, the doctor, and the whole experiment were lost in the detonation, nothing could survive that great conflagration.

Out of the fiery rubble and debris a lone figure came crawling. It was a naked Carl Lucas who ran, his own ass he was hauling. He ran into the woods to avoid any guards. Through some odd happenstance he was now out behind bars. What's more his whole body seemed unreal. The explosion hadn't hurt him, his body tougher than steel. With new powers at his command and ten years spent spurned, he set his sights for Harlem and home he did return.

Once home he started a crusade for payback, Willis Stryker and his criminal rackets were prime for attack. A new life and fresh start he had acquired. Carl Lucas was dead, believed perished in that fire. Soon after coming home he sought out his former love Lenore. He was shattered when he discovered she was no more. She had died six years back, overdosing from mainlining pure smack. He made a promise that day, for letting her die Stryker would pay. Adopting the alias Luke Cage, he tore up Harlem fueled by his powers and rage. It didn't take long for Stryker to get mad. He put out a million dollar hit for Luke Cage, man he wanted that brother reaaal bad. Cage tore trough Styrker's men like butter, setting the residents of Harlem's hearts aflutter. For a long time now they had needed a defender to help them thrive, but Cage didn't want none of that jive! He wasn't a hero to speak for the masses, he just wanted to kick Styrker and his men's asses.

Cage dispatched Styrker's men at their nightclub without breaking a sweat. They were the bad mothers, but to him they proved to be no threat. Cage finally set his sights on Styrker, that villain. The two fought each other, both intent on killin'. Stryker tried his best to fight off his former friend, but the steel skinned man was too much to defend. Desperate to kill and half crazed, Stryker decided to kill both he and Cage in a massive blaze. Up went his nightclub in a red hot spire. Nobody was getting out of that fire. If you think that's the end of this story and Cage is dead, then what the hell's wrong with your head? Out of the fire came Cage choking, unharmed and unhurt but his body smoking. While he came out of the fire okay, Stryker had been consumed in the infero's fray.

Gathered around the blazing hulk were the people of Harlem so grateful, they were glad to be rid of the crime boss that was so hateful. In the embers of the building Cage watched it burn, while a feeling inside him did churn. His vengeance was complete now that Stryker had died, but he still felt hollow and empty inside. That day Cage made a solemn vow, he would change his life and his ways somehow. From that day forward he decided to work for the people as best he could, writing wrongs and injustices in the 'hood. If you need help and your situation is dire, then you can always call Luke Cage: Hero for Hire.

Powers and Abilities (What can you're character do? What can't they do?): Cage has street hero level super strength and steel-hardened skin

Sample Post:

SAMPLE IS NOT IN CONTINUITY.

Hero for Hire Offices
Harlem

"Let's have a seat."

I sat down behind my desk and stretched out. The man across the desk from me isn't my usual clientele. A sharp suit that looked like it's cufflinks cost more than most people around here make in a year. He had that sneer that comes with being born into privilege and class.

"Alright," I said. "What's going on?"

"Before I get into that," Phillips said, pulling a pen and checkbook from his jacket. "I want to pay you a retainer in advance, to let you know I am serious about employing your services."

Phillips hastily filled out the check and passed it over.

"Wait," I said, taking the check. "My usual retainer fee is...," I stopped talking when I saw the amount on the check. "...that's a good chunk of change. Please tell me you don't want me to kill the president or something? I mean, rich white guy wanting to pay a brother this much, something's up.."

"No," Phillips laughed. "Nothing like that. Last night, there was a break-in at the governor's Manhattan home. Among the things stolen was a USB flash drive with some sensitive information was taken from it. I want you to retrieve it. As you can tell by that check, the governor and I are very serious about getting it back."

"And you work for the governor?" I asked, placing the check down on the desk.

"Of a sort. I'm one of her largest campaign contributors and help with... sticky situations like the one we now find ourselves in."

"What's on the drive?"

"I'm not paying you that much," he said with a smug smirk.

"Well, what can you tell me?"

"Are you familiar with Sam Lamport?"

I shook my head.

"Sam Lamport is the president of the New York City teamsters union. He's been butting heads with the governor. She's tough on unions, trying to cut their benefits, and Lamport doesn't like it. A few nights ago, they were both at this charity event downtown. He and the governor got into it, there was raised voices verging on shouting. Suddenly, there's this break in at her house."

"...Right. But about what's on it--"

"Far as you're concerned you don't need to know what's on it." Then he stared to look at me with a cold and dispassionate gaze I'm sure he reserved for all the hired help. "That's what the bonus is for. Just get it back without any questions asked."

"Yeah," I shrugged. "The money's cool, but I don't feel comfortable taking a job without knowing what I'm getting into."

"Alright," Phillips said with a sigh. "In case you haven't been following the news, the governor is a major up and comer. This time next year, she'll be in Washington. Secretary of State, fourth in line is the worse case scenario, so you can imagine best case scenario there. The things on that USB drive could ruin her career, which is why discretion is the key here. Get it back, stop any potential blackmailers, and you get paid. Even better, you'll have a powerful politician who will owe you a favor. Sounds like a win-win to me..."

"And for what you're paying," Luke added with a grin,"I'd probably even throw a screw or two in there."

"Just the drive, please."

"Alright, I'm on it..."

Two Hours Later
The Handlebar
Spanish Harlem

"AHHH!"

I crashed through the glass window of the bar, smacking against the sidewalk outside and sliding to a stop on the street. "Sweet Christmas," I mumbled under my breath. A few feet away, glass crunched underfoot as the large, albino man loomed over me.

"Luke fucking Cage," Lonnie Lincoln, aka Tombstone, spat. "What happened to that strength of yours?"

"Sorry, must have-- must have got worn out last night, giving to your momma."

Tombstone roared and moved to stomp. I rolled out the way and sprang up, knocking him back with an uppercut. The blow shot Lincoln back through the broken window and into a row of booths lined along the bar's far wall. Tombstone's skin is tough as concrete. Mine's as tough as steel. Wanna know why they don't make hammers out of concrete? That punch should answer your question. I stepped through the window and grabbed the reeling thug.

"There was a break-in last night in Midtown, Tombstone. I know you know about it, dawg. Don't even front. You're gonna talk, sucka..."

Player Name: The New Yorker
Character Name: Remy LeBeau
Moral Alignment: Walking the Line
Affiliation: The Thieves Guild, CIA, NSA

Character Origin & Backstory:
Remy’s mother worked in a restaurant in Back of Town, New Orleans as a waitress. She had her ass slapped more times than she could remember, but that Cajun kid with the darling eyes was the only one she never slapped back. They got married, had a little red-eyed child, and everything went downhill from there. That Cajun kid with the darling eyes couldn’t stand that he was a big nothing in the middle of nowhere, ball and chained in the swamps as a mechanist. He drank, and he smoked, and he got high; then he’d slap that little waitress everywhere but her ass. The kid (Remy) got to sleep on the porch under the awning if it was raining and his mother would make sure he got food every once in a while even. But that damn kid was so rowdy as a toddler that his papa had taken to chaining him up to the front porch. If his dad wanted to come out and have a beer or something, Remy would have to get off the patio or risk getting a licking.

At night, when his papa was done screaming, and hitting, and drinking, and he’d fallen asleep, Remy would sneak out of his chains and collar. He used the paper from his papa’s matchbook, which he molded into a fine picking device, to open all the locks that were thought to keep him chained. He’d run off into the vibrant New Orleans streets and just bask in it all: the people, the lights, and the smells. The puffed, pungent smells of gumbo wafting from street-side diners mingled in Remy’s nose with the sweet, buttery smell of fried choux paste. He’d sit at a bench, where he met several other children, all seemingly street urchins, and preform tricks. The group of children were like a traveling band of street performers, yet not an adult among them. Remy met them every so often, he learned tricks and skills which he’d commit to memory. None the of the children made fun of him, the way everyone at home did. They didn't seem to mind that his eyes were different, they didn’t seem to instantly despise him. Then, after the children had played, and some had earned a little bit of money, they’d separate. Remy would shuffle back from the city and walk the dark, dusty road to his house. He’d quietly put the chains back on and sleep on the cushioned mat his mother had made for him. Then he’d dream, the kinds of dreams where it was only him and his mom. The kinds where he got to sleep inside and talk to people without getting hit. He knew that this dream would come true, he’d just need to be strong for his momma, she’d come through.

Remy’s mother ran off when he was 8, left him shivering on the porch with the looming shadow grasping at her heels with every step. It didn’t take Remy long after that to realize that the next time he snuck out, he wouldn’t be coming back. Remy joined the gang of street urchins instantly, feeling finally free. He learned that the group was actually led by someone older, he was an acolyte of the Thieves Guild. The gang was a way to breed new promising members, Remy was instantly recognized as an impressive force. One day, at the ripe age of 12, Remy was following a mark, a juicy one at that. He snagged the man’s billfold while he was picking up a paper and slid into an alley way. He counted the bills under the florescent lamp light, but was stunned to find a note, stuck in the middle of it. Two red eyes drawn in the center of the piece of paper floated above the words, “Come Meet Mr. LeBeau”. Remy had no idea how important that name would become to him. The invitation was to meet the leader of the Thieves Guild, who had been awaiting the prophesized le diable blanc to show his face, or his eyes in Remy’s case. The prophesy foretold of a young thief with red eyes who would reunite the two warring guilds, that of the Thieves and the Assassins.

So Remy agreed. Soon he began showing signs of mutant abilities, which pleased Jean-Luc LeBeau greatly. He adopted the boy and taught him all of his tricks, the tricks of a master thief. Remy grasped the ideologies of the guild very easily, it was easy to accept a family when he’d never had one. He even agreed to the arranged marriage between himself and Bella Donna Boudreaux, the granddaughter of the head of the Guild of Assassins; not as if he would have any reason to deny the southern beauty. The wedding day, in order to completely understate it, was destroyed by the intervention of Bella’s brother Julien. He challenged Remy to a duel, saying that he would not have some glorified sewer rat marrying his sister. Remy, in self-defense and through pure ignorance, obliterated Julien. The Assassin’s attacked first, of that Remy is sure. Everything after was a bit blurry. When Remy awoke on the crimson painted rooftop the wedding was taking place on, he was horrified. He was covered in blood, as was everyone and everything else around. A bloodbath had occurred and there were very few survivors. Remy was lucky enough to lip away with several broken bones and a very bad bullet wound.

It wasn’t long until Remy was out of the south, he traveled to New York in search of some work. In search of a life away from the sweet scented swamps which brought only bad memories. He was quick to find Fence, a half robotic man who dealt in stolen goods. Remy was a ripe 19 year old as far as Fence could see, he put him to work. Remy was hitting museums and laboratories in no time. The Guild had him stealing jewels and paintings, Fence had him hunting blueprints and scientific do-dads. Soon Remy got word that the CIA was on his trail, and the NSA, too. Knowing that hiding was more of a death sentence then getting involved, Remy gave himself up to the agency.

They knew all about le diable blanc, had a fat ass stack of files and everything. They asked him to cooperate with them, help them help him. Nothing made Remy more uncomfortable than working with the government, but what could he do? They had information on his life on the streets, his life in the Guild, and his involvement in the massacre. They could pin the whole thing on him if they wanted, him being a mutant. So he played along. He got them plans, and planted bugs and did some field work for the NSA every once in a while. He interrogated some prisoners, planted a couple of bombs, and dealt with a little insurrection. No biggie. They kept him fed, housed, hidden, and happy. Besides, it allowed him access to some high priority places, which made Fence pretty happy. Though not too happy, Fence was furious that Remy was in so deep with the government. That was a big no-no for thieves. Remy didn’t mind until he got the word of his next assignment. He was to join up with a top secret team, created with people just like him. The assignment was concerning insurrection, terrorists. It outlined plans on attacks on whole communities of mutants. Once he heard about that he called Fence immediately, they’d need a plan to make Remy disappear.

Powers and Abilities:
- Psychokinetic manipulation of energy. Remy is capable of changing items on a molecular level, forcing them to explode. Currently his powers are reliant upon Remy touching things. Remy isn’t quite sure what the limits of his powers are concerning size, he’ll have to keep practicing.
- Heightened athletic skill. Remy has learned how to effect his own kinetic energy in a way, making him faster, more balanced, and all around more confident in his movements.
- Psychokinetic mental barrier. Remy possess an amazing gift which he has no control over and hardly understands. His mind is mostly untouchable to telepaths.
- Charm. Remy has an irresistible charm. It’s origins are a mixture of his time as a thief, a secret agent, and an inherent likability. It is yet unclear whether his powers have anything to do with it.
- Master Thief…

Sample Post:

Remy’s boots squeaked against the polished ivory floor as he darted down the plain white hallway. As he rounded a corner out of the hallway, a platoon of guards rounded a corner into the hallway. They shot at him for a few moments before he was out of sight, and they followed after him. The Cajun’s blood was warm as he felt the thrill of the chase once again. Sure, the idea of being a thief is that you shouldn’t even be seen, but the blood boiling excitement of being chased was something Remy could never get over. It would be absurd to assume that Remy had let the guards see him, because an assumption of that caliber would also assume that Remy was unprofessional. Of course, that wasn’t true, because Remy was indeed and staunch professional.
He giggled as he sped down the hallway, briefcase filled with precious information hoisted over his shoulder. He was nearing a reception area and an eventual exit. He rounded the corner and spotted a quiet brunette, shell shocked, with a phone pressed to her ear. Remy slowed his sprint into a run then a jog, and eventually a steady, easy walk. The cool Cajun rested his arms up on the reception desk and let himself breathe for a moment. He took the phone from the Brunettes hand and placed it back on the receiver.
“You got a ball” he asked, his drawl dripping onto the desk, melting the young woman.
“A… ball?” She looked down in her desk and noticed there was a ripe blue rubber ball, calling to her. She gave it to Remy and smiled. The Cajun charged the ball, allowed his red eyes to wallow in the putrid pink. The girl must have seen all the pain in his heart, all the years of running, and probably how much he’d just been running. She rested her hand on his free one, sighed deeply. This was most certainly the man she’d been waiting for. They’d go on really romantic dates and meet each other’s parents. He would cook her dinner sometimes and she’d give him massages. They’d get married and her mother would stop nagging about her going back to school, because she’d have a husband. Then maybe they’d have children, though they wouldn’t have to. She always wanted to adopt. He’d probably want to adopt, too.
Remy threw the ball into the hallway, winked, and dashed off. The ball exploded, stunning the young brunette and waking her from her dream. By the time the guards had come around to where the receptionist was Remy had already jumped from a window onto a nearby rooftop.
It didn’t take long for Remy to reach the headquarters Fence ran out of his bakery in Brooklyn. He settled up with Fence, handed him the info, and took a nearby seat, a cuppa at his side.

“What do you think?”
“I don’t think much, Gambit.”
“Answer me, damnit!”
“Jesus, calm down, Remy. Drink some of your fucking coffee and give me a second.”
“I would be calm if you haven’t been treating me like a goddamn asshole for the last two weeks.”
“Please not now.”
“Well when Fence? I mean… Where the hell were you when I called you?”
“Guatemala. No Egypt.”
Remy didn’t have to look at all the tiny cables attached to Fence to get the joke.” He’d been resting obviously. No more than two weeks ago he was pulled out of a club and beaten half to death by some men in black. They tried wiping his memory core. Luckily Fence was a lot better than them, and Remy. He stayed away from the Devil eyed thief for a few days while the heat on him wore off. He contacted Remy no more than a few days ago asking him to retrieve some information. The deal was simple: retrieve some intel and some tech stuff and Fence would try his best to help.

The big half metal man flipped through pages of info on a holoscreen he had displayed in front of him. His blue eye made note of every detail, his lips flicking as he tried to remember it all.

“Well,” Remy said after calming down, “What it say?”
“It say you’ve been blacklisted. It say you a terrorist... And, as always, they called you a slut.”