Civil War, the event that changed the world as we know it. What started out as a small battle between Cap and Stark, quickly got out of hand. No one could tell who was friend or foe, hero or villain. The war went on for years, and it ended at great cost. Doctor Doom had Spiderman, and most of New York, killed. Cap and Strak put their differences aside, able to hunt down Doom. Once this was done, heroes and villains went back into shadows. Some gave up their capes, going to live a normal life. Hell, some of the villains willingly went to prison, feeling horrible over the things they did during the war. So, why does this matter? Why are you reading this e-mail, letter, or text? Because the world needs its heroes again. While crime maybe on the rise once again, that's not the biggest threat. We have gotten word that something, or someone, is on its way to our planet. We don't know what it is, since the last being using this name has long died. All we know is that it is called "Planet Eater". We need you, hero or villain, to save our world. No one is forcing you to join us, you can go on and live your life as you do. But, of you are ready to stand up for something more than yourself, to show the world what you are really made of, then come to the pentagon and ask to speak with the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D, Col Steve Rogers.
Justin woke up in his bed, his alarm blaring. "It's my day off, shut up!" He yelled at his alarm, hitting the botton to turn it off. "Return to whatever pit of Hell you crawled out from." He mumbled to the clock as he got out of bed. He got dressed and walked over to his desk, where an old, and broken, teleporter belt was. "Up all night, and still no idea how to make you work. Do I really wanna shallow my pride and call Owen for help?" He mumbled, then shook his head. "No, not yet." He said and went outside, sitting on the steps infront of his home. He pulled out a folder, reading the info inside.
After a few hours have passed, a school bus pulled up and some kids got off, including a little girl with dark hair. "Oh lord, there is trouble when I see it." Justin said as the girl ran up.
"Hey Uncle Justin, look what I made in school." She said and pulled out a picture.
"Wow, look at that, it's really good." He said.
"You have no idea what it is, do you?" She asked.
"It's a rainbow horse, that much I know." He told her. She then told him about these little ponies, and magic friendship. He would smile and nod, listening as she talked. Some more time had passed, and after his niece had gone inside, he heard a sound from his phone. 'A new e-mail? Who the hell is this from?' He thought to himself, and started to read it, thinking it was about a job. Which, oddly enough, it turned out to be.
He walked into the pentagon, after being on a train for some time. He was order to unload any weapons he had, which was only a knife and .357 Colt Python revolver, getting an odd look from the security guard. "What? Did you think this would be one of those times where I just pull weapon after weapon outta nowhere? Not today sir." He said, and headed to the meeting room. He walked inside, the room having only one table, a few chairs, and a projector. He grabbed a drink from a nearby vending machine and took a seat. "The pay better be good." He said to himself, mostly because he was alone, for now.
Justin woke up in his bed, his alarm blaring. "It's my day off, shut up!" He yelled at his alarm, hitting the botton to turn it off. "Return to whatever pit of Hell you crawled out from." He mumbled to the clock as he got out of bed. He got dressed and walked over to his desk, where an old, and broken, teleporter belt was. "Up all night, and still no idea how to make you work. Do I really wanna shallow my pride and call Owen for help?" He mumbled, then shook his head. "No, not yet." He said and went outside, sitting on the steps infront of his home. He pulled out a folder, reading the info inside.
After a few hours have passed, a school bus pulled up and some kids got off, including a little girl with dark hair. "Oh lord, there is trouble when I see it." Justin said as the girl ran up.
"Hey Uncle Justin, look what I made in school." She said and pulled out a picture.
"Wow, look at that, it's really good." He said.
"You have no idea what it is, do you?" She asked.
"It's a rainbow horse, that much I know." He told her. She then told him about these little ponies, and magic friendship. He would smile and nod, listening as she talked. Some more time had passed, and after his niece had gone inside, he heard a sound from his phone. 'A new e-mail? Who the hell is this from?' He thought to himself, and started to read it, thinking it was about a job. Which, oddly enough, it turned out to be.
He walked into the pentagon, after being on a train for some time. He was order to unload any weapons he had, which was only a knife and .357 Colt Python revolver, getting an odd look from the security guard. "What? Did you think this would be one of those times where I just pull weapon after weapon outta nowhere? Not today sir." He said, and headed to the meeting room. He walked inside, the room having only one table, a few chairs, and a projector. He grabbed a drink from a nearby vending machine and took a seat. "The pay better be good." He said to himself, mostly because he was alone, for now.
