The Godstorm came at New York City, gathering other storms nearby to it. It wanted power Thor's little hammer couldn't easily undo. The Godstorm had underestimated the god once. If he showed up again, he would be ready. His reach was expansive. All along the Atlantic Coast, they felt his raging wrath. Even glancing touches from his circulating clouds brought damage.

There was warning he was coming, but Godstorm cared not one whit. He want right toward the harbor, using its funneling effect and the high tides from the moon to shove torrents of water into the megalopolis. He pushed on shore, making his way inland.

He was looking for something. Not that the small people trying to survive the hurricane coming ashore knew that. Their survival was not even a concern. He just pushed on land and spread his reach. He pushed his storm inland and the requisite flooding came with it. The winds howled and shards of glass broke off skyscrapers and added sharp damage to the mayhem.
Black Bolt and Medusa had known known their son wanted to see the outside world, to explore it, under his own control. He'd gained enough mastery over his powers that such a thing was doable. Black Bolt had, however, asked Reed and Sue, as a personal favor to keep a watchful eye on his son and heir. They were not to intervene unless absolutely necessary, just to watch Ahura.

Ahura knew that his father loved him. He was far less sure, however, that his father trusted him. He was a member of the Royal Family, however, and the heir to the throne, so his desires did need to be taken into due consideration. Ahura also privately suspected that there were reasons his father did not mind having him gone. Many Inhumans had lost faith in their king when Apocalypse had saked Attilan, and some of them looked towards Ahura.

Others feared that he was Maximus come again, destined to go mad like his uncle. Ahura had wondered that himself from time to time. Certainly, he had much of his uncle's look, and his hideous power reflected Maximus more than his father's.

He put those thoughts out of his mind now. Lockjaw, faithful companion that he was, had just transported him to the Future Foundation headquarters, where he was to be officially greeted. He'd be staying there at least until which time he'd secured lodgings of his own. Attilan had little use of money domestically, but many years ago, the Royal Family had quietly made provisions to provide their needs financially, should it ever come up.

It would not do for a Prince to live in anything less than comfort. That much was agreed upon universally. There was a dignity to being an Inhuman prince. He imagined, in the future, that ambassadors would have similar dignities. For he truly believed that Attilan's isolation was dooming it to slow failure.

In a flash of light, through the medium of a singularly enormous dog, Ahura Boltagon, Crown Prince of Attilan, found himself in the lobby of the Future Foundation. He idly wondered who would receive him there.

Bobby woke up and met Mary first.

He named her "Skrull-Babe Funtimes" in his head, the easier to remember her by. Skrulls were decent to be around and, most of the time, they were honest. If they didn't like you, they didn't like you. Unlike the Kree, they didn't pretend to be civilized while acting like jerks.

"So, Mary...I think I remember your friends from the pier. At least I remember a couple of them. I was pretty hurt but...did I actually see a big orange rock person?" he asked her.

Bobby Quill's day was great, right before he grabbed that cube.

He grabbed the Cube and the Kree were shooting at him. The race back to his ship was enough to get his heart pumping but the Badoon shooting at him from the upper atmosphere were a pain in the rear. He escaped Carida and took off at warp speed across the galaxy in his ship, Excalibur, hoping to outrun his pursuers.

So a spaceman came to Earth... )
Pier Four, headquarters to the World Famous Future Foundation!  A place of science and learning, pushing the boundaries of tomorrow...TODAY!  But today, science has come under attack!  The forces of wickedness have been secreted into the building by parties unknown, using powerful teleportation technology!

The Dreadknight, ghost bound to a suit of living armor, with his enchanted sword and shield stalked the halls...

The Blizzard, master of molecular motion and captain of cold, left a frosty path through the building...

Electro, the vampy villianness of volts, sizzled through the corridors....

Cardiac, beta-powered punisher of heroes, wielder of wicked weaponry that served as a conduit for his energy, made his own way through the labs...

And Boomrang, master markman and tricky tosser, prowled the building....

All of them searching for something... and all of them ready for trouble...

It had been a few days since Arcade had managed to kidnap Mary. She returned to the Pier, to her home with the Future Foundation with an unfortunate guest in tow. Someone many people did not want about, and if they did, it was to talk poorly about her.

Alisa LeBeau was Arcade's unwilling puppet. He hacked into her neurological implants, forcing her to kidnap people and force them into a game of death. She had moments where she could take control, but it was barely enough to prevent people from getting hurt. She sacrificed her own intelligence, her own being, to stop Arcade. She would not be allowed to be used to hurt anymore innocent people. It was perhaps the only self-less act, besides saving Reiko, she had done.

After the Future Foundation scientists got a hold of the implants, they determined that it was impossible to save them. Brand new ones would have to be build and that would take time. Until then, Alisa would need to live without them... and no one could expect the state she was in once they were removed.

Her actions were childish, showing a curiosity for everything. She smiled and laughed in a genuine way, not like how she used to for show. Though confined to a single room, she did not dwell. She thrived.

There was no brooding, no pain, no bumbling when it came to socializing, and no sadness at being left alone for too long. The scientists were befuddled by her actions, until a CAT scan of her brain was taken. The bullet that had damaged her brain did not do as much damage as people thought. It was only the implants themselves that had done the real damage. Alistaire Shaw had been tricked into doing more harm than good when it came to his bodyguard, and he never knew it. A sad irony.

For now, Alisa sat in her room, her eyes glued to a TV. From what Mary heard, Alisa never watched TV, she never got a chance to, and when she did... well... Ryan could attest she would try to cover her tracks about her lack of pop culture. She appeared mesmerized by some play that was being televised, her arms about a pillow, hugging it as the show went on.
Alexa had been attempting to take it easy following her caffinated adventures with the Tiki Freaks. It wasn't all that difficult, really, especially since Remi had finally opened up with the l-bomb and she decided to take full advantage of it by spending extra time with him, even joining him in his tank--which had the interesting side effect of making the baby kick her harder and be generally more belligerent inside her. Alexa wondered exactly how much of the Atlantean genes were going to end up expressed in the baby, just like she wondered if the world was really ready for an Atlantean Stark. Remi's sister, Kassi, seemed to think so. Remi seemed horrified by the idea a little. The only person who hadn't weighed in was the original Stark himself.

Alexa hadn't really talked to him since they argued after rescuing Remi from cross dimensional insanity. She hadn't really seen him since her return from coffee hell and she realized that she needed to change that, even if to just stop in and notify him that she was fine. Her mother had asked her to do at least that.

So mid-morning on a Tuesday Alexa shuffled her overly pregnant self to Tony's office.
It had started with the fourth consecutive evening of not getting more than three hours of sleep. Insomnia and low need for sleep wasn't uncommon in the Stark bloodline, but being pregnant was a game-changer. Nearly the end of her gestation Alexa needed far more sleep than she ever had in her life, but the combination of her fast-working brain and a fast-moving baby conspired to keep her awake. And cranky: a full-on stomping temper-tantrum had been had twice before noon because she was so sleepy but couldn't sleep. Alexa didn't exactly consider it admitting defeat, but she did give in and decide to head down the block to the neighborhood Starbucks for an octo-shot Pumpkin Spice Latte, cup of whip on the side. It technically wasn't on the menu, but Alexa always brought her own cup, a space-dimensionally enhanced contraption that allowed her to appear to be carrying a normal venti cup with about a sixty-four ounce actual capacity. The baristas never seemed to mind. Even throughout her pregnancy Alexa was, much to Remi's chagrin, a regular at the store.

Which is why the barista knew exactly who to call when four weird-looking dudes dressed like extras in a low-budget Hawaiian horror movie blinked into existence, grabbed the redhead's wrists, and then blinked out again leaving behind the freshly-made PSL and the fairly unmistakable growl-hum of alien spacecraft in their wake. In stunned bystander speak? "Um, King Fishdude? Tiki alien guys stole your girlfriend. Or maybe it was that guy from Ancient Aliens. You wanna come get her latte?"
After Blood Force had fled away from the Imaginauts, the team returned to Pier 4. Jacob disappeared to put his rocky hide into hiding, smarting from being controlled and made to attack his teammate. Remi had picked something out of the sand after the villains left and took it with him back to base.

Tony Stark had noticed three pings of StarkTech suits in use in North Carolina. Two of the pings disappeared as they headed inland. The third suit made its way to New York City and Pier 4 in particular.
Panther's Blood Force eventually got their trans-reality portal to open again. There was some time lag and even greater distance shift between when they left and where they arrived. The five dimensionally-displace villains arrived at North Carolina's Outer Banks slightly disorientated from the journey. As they got their bearings, Blood Witch took a breath of the salty air.

She looked to the others of Blood Force. They looked hungry for action and slightly disappointed they weren't getting any right away. She took stock of their surroundings. No annoying superheroes were there yet. Which was both good and bad. Good in that they could lay a trap. Bad in that they had no one to call their prey to them.

She ran her tongue over her pointed canines. "Mm. Quiet little world here. Let's make it a little louder. Sandstorm, make this sandbox ours. Rough Justice, scout the area. Iron Maiden, Blackdog, get the authorities to come. I want a surprise for the soon to be dead crown prince."

The escaping nuisance from last reality had probably warned Remi deNamor. Blood Force would not have much time to set things up. The little almost king would be here soon. Possibly with others to slay.
Remi deNamor escaped out of Pier 4 as soon as he could feasibly do so without risking the ire of a pregnant redhead. Some days, he got overwhelmed by how different his life was going from what he planned when he left his home reality. It had been ostensibly to learn how worlds that were better off than his governed so he could bring that experience home. While he had enjoyed the adventures of being an Exile, he had never expected to be discarded into some reality with no mission and no way home.

The bronzed Atlantean went to the end of the pier and sat down. He watched waves lap against the pillars. The steady wet slap lulled him into introspection. His blue eyes stared out at nothing.

So anything that showed up near him would be a complete surprise.
New York City high society had been absolutely buzzing over this April's charity gala by a certain Mr. Tony Stark. It was seen as exclusive, or as exclusive as his 200 person guest list could be. Some invitations were a given, like Tony's daughter Alexa, whereas others came from what the party planners figured as the right people to make the party memorable or talked about.

The charity event was for the charitable arm of Stark Inc., Stark International. Despite being for charity, it was also seen as a good way for businesses to be seen and network.

The event was held at the Hudson in the Library and Private Park space. It would comfortably fit the people into its 2,600 Square Feet.
New York was boring. It was dull. It was entirely uninteresting. All of her usual shenanigans that had worked favorably to entertain her in surface times in the past were socially unacceptable now that she was older. This shift in appropriateness left her with not a lot to do short of drink lots of mochas and improve her trident technique (by scaring the crap out of unsuspecting Avengers.) Kassia was starting to reach the end of her entertainment with Starbucks when a very interesting tidbit of information crossed her path: one of the Avengers asked her if she was related to some guy named Remi de Namor. While her initial response was no some further research said otherwise. She was, in fact, related to some dude from another dimension named Remi. Genetically they had the same father. Which made him her brother.

Which means she had been cheated out of all this time tormenting an older brother in only the best Atlantean ways. This was unfair and it had to be corrected. Correcting the situation meant some stalking (she liked to think of it as espionage of a royal variety) and in short order she discovered that Remi ate nearly all the time at a little restaurant not too far away. He especially at there for lunch on Wednesdays. After verifying this pattern for a month Kassia decided to pounce the next Wednesday.

She even brought the trident, just for fun.
There was some sort of appointment today dealing with the baby. Remi had been good about going along to those when he was not otherwise saving a dimension or something as an Imaginaut. Today was a quiet day with some training in the morning. He thought Alexa was in a lab at the moment.

He was coming out of the bathroom, slightly damp and with a towel tied around his waist. As much as his girlfriend loved the smell of him either sweaty or just out of the seawater, he did try to leave a good impression on the doctor. Well, outside of never wearing shoes. Somethings a prince just won't give up.

The blond Atlantean was trying to figure out which mundane outfit to get into.
Remi deNamor was trying to look inconspicuous as he moved toward Pier 4. He was in a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up. He was trying to look like a jogger. The only thing that would throw people off is if they looked at his feet and noticed he was barefoot and moving an inch above the ground.

He just needed to get inside Pier 4 and figure out a way to hide the pummeling he had gotten today. He went out to underground fight clubs still. He went in knowing he would get as good as he gave, and today he'd gotten whumped. He hoped he could maybe get in his tank for a little bit, give his body some quality soaking to heal.

Particularly before Alexa got out of the lab. The Atlantean moved down the street, no thinking he would run into anyone he would sort of know.
The Avengers will arrive in Time's Square in short order. They will see Frost Giants moving out quickly. There are a few standing guard over something but there is nice and snow shooting up into the air so it isn't obvious right away that it is the Cask of Winter.

But there are many Frost Giants gathered here. It is an invading army.
"In the wake of the attack on Cape Citadel by mutant terrorists earlier this month, much buzz has been made about the so-called "Mutant Problem" on Capital Hill in the most recent session of Congress. Speaking were both Valerie Cooper and Henry Peter Gyrich, members of the Commission on Superhuman Activities, along with noted expert on mutation Dr. Charles Xaiver, and Senator Robert Kelly, long-time proponent of super-human registration. Kelly again called for the registration of all mutant citizens of the United States...."

"A public survey today confirmed that 75% of Americans are in favor of mutant registration..."

"Unknown if the woman called Magneta actually possesses a connection to the former terrorist Magneto... The Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver declined to comment..."

"Opinion is still split over whether or not the X-Men intervened to stop Magenta and her terrorists for heroic reasons or for something more sinister..."
In the desert outside of Sedona, Arizona a large, metallic structure appeared after an evening of strange lights swooping and whirling around in the skies. A couple locals went into the one story structure to check it out. Their truck was still sitting outside of the strange building a day later. The police were called in. The local sheriff didn't trust the federal government, but he knew superheroes could probably handle whatever this thing was.

He put in a call to the Future Foundation. Then he sat back and waited. Also, he kept an eye on making sure no one else did something dumb like go into that thing like Larry and Daryl.


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