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... )
"There you go, officers," Ryan landed down in front of the Timely Bank and Trust, the two would-be bank-robbers encased in hard-to-break coils of cosmic energy. He'd been there to grab some cash for a haircut when the two dunderheads had decided to try and rob the place.

Seriously, who even robs banks in New York anymore? Between all of the various superhero groups - and they were on their third generation of heroes now, really - it was one of the stupidest things to do.

"Thank you...Lucent Lad?" The officer looked up at Ryan, raising an eyebrow.

"Stellar, actually," Ryan replied with a grin. It was designed to hold back a grimace."Lucent Lad was too...dorky." That had been the name he'd chosen for himself back when he and his brother Jacob had first moved back to New York He'd changed the codename soon thereafter. Sadly, though, some people still remembered it. "Anyway, though! Money's back in the safe. They're all checking to make sure things balance. I gotta jet but, you know. You might wanna tell these knuckleheads that robbing banks in New York is so eighteen-hundreds."

With a wave, he flew back up into the air, relishing the feel of the rushing wind against his face. When he was high enough, he turned away from midtown and headed towards his stylists' place, lost in thought.

A lot had happened in the last couple of weeks, it felt like. Remi and Alexa had given birth to their baby. The Pier had been attacked by a group of villains. He'd had some auditions that had gone really well, and others that had gone less so. (But he was doing a small thing off-Broadway, so that was nice.)

He sometimes wondered what it'd be like to settle down and start a family of his own but, realistically, he was far from ready for that. There was so much he still had to do, so much he still had to experience. So much growing he still had left to do. It worked for people like Remi and Alexa, but for people like Ryan...

Not yet.

He landed in front of his stylist's realized he still had an hour to kill before he went in.

Heh. Oops. He flew over the street and landed in front of the coffee shop that was directly opposite the salon. Coffee and a muffin couldn't hurt...
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.
Alisa groaned after she got a phone call from the City. The car she ordered before getting shot was finally ready. The bad part was she was not going to even attempt to go to the City to pick it up, nor was she going to pay some insane fee to have it shipped to her at her mansion. She may be rich, she may never have to worry about money ever again, but she would be damned if she wasted money on a stupid fee.

There was only one person she knew that could possibly help her, and maybe spend some time with her after such a task. Picking her phone back up, she began to dial Ryan's number. She rubbed the back of her head, waiting until she heard him pick up on the other end.

"Ryan? It's Alisa. I need you to do me a big favor..." She sounded somewhat cute when asking, and back to her normal self. "Think you can help a gal out? I promise you won't regret it."
Alisa could not stand being left alone in Alistaire's apartment all the time. While Reiko was good company, there really was nothing to do. She felt somewhat useless, a burden, and agitated by how Alistaire treated Reiko so openly. He was all over Reiko like a horny dog, confirming that her personal writings in her diary before being shot were accurate. She was nothing more than a tool to a sociopath, and she let it happen.

More under the cut! )
Alistaire pulled up to the house. He still couldn't believe that Grandfather had run Alisa out of the city. He'd deal with that in due time, but right now, he had to get her to stop running. This location was a joke. A dirt road driveway? He was probably going to have to throw away these shoes. A large parcel was in the trunk of the Tesla Roadster he'd bought for the drive. He glanced back over his shoulder at it, before ringing the bell.

It was a lovely house, even if the location was a joke. He'd have to make sure to help her with the reselling.
With the success of her new gallery, the new apartment, and all the voulenteer work she had been doing, Alisa felt like a completely different person. Despite all the hard work getting done, it never felt like it was enough. Never enough to change things, or make up for all the wrongs that she had done. While all of that weighed on her, something weighed on her even more. Ryan.

She had never told him what she was, what she used to do. How could she enter a relationship with someone without telling them the complete truth? It hurt her heart more than when she lost her leg. It took every ounce of strength just to give him a call and invite him over to the new apartment.

In truth, she worried that telling him the truth might lead to the end of their relationship. But she owed it to Ryan to let him know the truth of who she was, and who she is now. Maybe, he would understand.
Alisa groaned as she finally came to. She was out of her tactical suit and in a hospital gown, a sign she was in a medical facility, no doubt. She hissed as she tried to sit herself up, feeling some stitches in her side from where she was stabbed starting to tug just slightly.She also noted a lack of feeling in her right leg, right below the knee. She threw her blankets off, noting her leg was in a cast, and there were some scars on her right thigh as well. This just made her frown, before looking around the room and seeing Alisatire was in a bed next to her.

"Oh no... Boss. You did get injured!? I am so sorry... I shoulda done bettah, I failed you..."
The lights of the posh nightclub she was in were actually hurting her eyes, enough Alisa had to take out a pair of shades from her front dress pocket and put them on. She had lost a fair amount of business since mutants were exposed in the news. Everything she had worked so hard for was just falling apart. Worst of all, Alistaire just appeared fixated on taking out his Father. Almost to the point she felt ignored or completely... useless? She was his sword. And right now, he seemed more content to have her sit about and collect dust. Or at least that is how she felt right now.

Holding a martini in hand, Alisa sat back in the VIP area contemplating life. She was trained to destroy her enemies with brute force or make them wish they were dead. Trained to be the perfect, prim and proper girl for high society. But what had it given her? Misery? A lack of pop culture that made her act like an old hag? Never really letting loose and having REAL fun?

As she thought deeper on all of this, her eyes shot to the dance floor.
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.
Mrs. Mary MacNeilly's report to the New York State Education Department was far from glowing. Her report caused a lot more concern and shock than normal process usually allowed. They did their research on previous inspections just to see how long this mutant school problem had been going on. Despite their research showing there had never been an issue as large as what was put before them, they had to take action on what Mrs. MacNeilly had reported.

The NYSED informed the superintendent in the district Xavier's was located in of the issue. They also got in touch with Westchester County's office about Xavier's certificate of occupancy due to the structural damage Mrs. MacNeilly had witnessed happening to the school building. With the report of mutants on the grounds the state and county governments got their information squared away before sending representatives to the school with protection from law enforcement. Child Protective Services got into the loop after being informed of a young girl living at the school surrounded by mutants who quite possibly could not control their powers.

As the media got wind of what was coming to a quiet yet secretive school in upstate New York, TV stations sent crews out. Some of the government representatives were glad to talk vaguely about what was happening at the school live. With the cameras aimed to put the people going into the school on film, a TV reporter stepped into the frame.

"This is Samantha Boulevard here not far from the town of Salem Center in Westchester County. Government officials from the New York State Education Department are here delivering a notice of probation for the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. The school came under scrutiny recently during an inspection by a certified educational inspector. My sources have told me that this school poses as a private institution for education but has been revealed to be habitat for mutants."
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.
Sometimes when he was alone, floating high above Pier 4, with his eyes closed, Ryan Grimm felt as though something was tugging at his inner core, intending to pull him away from wherever he was. He'd never really bothered to check out what that feeling might be, nor had he ever really given it much thought. It was just something that he tended to push back into the recesses of his mind, along with a lot of other things that he tended to push away and not worry about. Ryan liked being the fun, carefree, somewhat ditzy guy he was, and he didn't like any of the serious, dark, scary stuff weighing him down. Remi and the others could deal with that. He was the bright spot of the team, the comic frustration, the comic relief, and the conventionally sexy one. It was very much the role that he intended to play for as long as he could. After all, he knew he wasn't necessarily as smart as Alexa or Griffin, and he didn't have Remi's drive. Unlike Jacob - though quite not like Mary - Ryan had the chance to be whoever it was that he wanted to be. Part of that was honoring the legacy of his family, which was why he was with the Imaginauts. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else, and his acting career - as much as he wanted it, he was aware enough to know that it was a pipe dream. Simon Williams was proof enough that an acting career and a career in superheroics didn't necessarily gel well together.

Realizing that deep, heady thoughts were taking over again, Ryan scrunched up his face, concentrating on thinking about nothing. Slowly, the thoughts faded away and all Ryan saw were the stars - the cosmic ones, not the Walk of Fame ones - mingling with the calm, cool quiet of space, and a life that was...simple. He didn't know what it was, just that there was an easy simplicity to it.

His eyes fluttered open and, briefly, he wondered what that was before making his descent back down to the pier. He could try to figure out what all of that meant later.
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 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.
Anyone who walked past the laboratory at Pier 4 would notice the tell-tale signs of Ryan doing something that he wasn't supposed to be doing behind closed doors. The first tell was the blaring sound of a classic Alison Blaire CD blasting out into the hallway. The second tell was the accompaniment of sparkling purple light casting its light onto the floor outside of the lab. The third tell was the sound of Ryan loudly singing along to Alison Blaire's voice. The fourth tell was the sound of a tiny explosion, followed by a shriek of terror.

That was Ryan causing something to explode in the name of science.



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