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Zemogeist (Open to Avengers)

It had been so long since he had felt the sensation of physical flesh and blood. In fact he had no idea just how long it had been. Time in Mephisto's Hell blurred as one torment seemed to melt into another in an endless cycle of pain and depravity. It came to the point where he could barely remember his own living past. Through all the torment he did remember a few things, his name, that he had been someone of importance, and an undying hatred of Captain America. These facts somehow kept his soul from completely breaking under the pain. It seemed his stubborn refusal to simply be just another broken soul caught Mephisto's attention, and the Hell-Lord had made him a singular offer. In exchange for a new, demonic life upon Earth once more, Zemo had to destroy the Avengers within a years time. If successful, Heinrich would be reborn as a human in the prime of his life. Failure would mean complete annihilation. In the end it was really no choice at all. Heinrich accepted, and using his newfound powers, returned to the Earthly plane. To Zemo's surprise more time had passed than he had imagined, a new group of striplings now made up the Avengers. As much as he desired vengeance on Captain America, he had to fulfill his contract with Mephisto first. That meant that these children had to die. Zemo was no fool and knew arrogance had led to his death and would not underestimate his opponents again.

His transformation into a demon had not just been physical, but also mental. Zemo learned that he now had a much greater affinity for dark magicks. While a man of science in life, Zemo would use any tool he had to to gain what he desired. Converting his body into raw, demonic essence, he moved through the night sky unseen by the humans below until he came to the headquarters of the Avengers. He moved towards it, his essence expanding and bonding with the building, an action completely unnoticeable to those on the street. When finished, all reality within the building was his to manipulate. Time to see just what these modern-day wunderkind could do.

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Bruce threw off the claws around his neck with a sudden, powerful burst of his forcefield, just in time to hear the resounding crash.

"What the hell...?"

Mira heard the crash after trying the front door. Of course it was stuck, but hey it was worth a try right?

She headed for where the crash was, still keeping an eye out for 'Title Jerk'.

"Damnation!" Zemo cursed viciously, forcing the duplicate of him fighting Bruce to vanish to focus his full power on the beast in front of him. Zemo was durable enough to weather the attack with lessened impact, but it still hurt.

"Punching bag time for Yosemite Sam!" Jay tried to keep hold of the intruder with one large hand while using some part of the demon as a boxing speed bag. He hoped demons had bouncy parts.

Bruce flew quickly to the sounds of battle, quickly arriving upon the scene.

"Zemo," he hissed. He hovered, opening fire with focus photonic blasts.

When the sound of things heated up Mira was still some distance, but she wasn't far. She came around the corner opposite Bruce.

"So, title freak is an idiot. Pissing off Jolly Green's about as smart as nuking metal spoons." Yeah, probably not the best idea insulting demons when you're not super powered, but hey she's having an off day.

Zemo railed under the blows and from the photonic blasts until he let out an inhuman roar.

"ENOUGH!" The mansion seemed to shake with unholy vigor when an aura of infernal fire erupted around Zemo. He grew larger, muscles grew and claws extended. "Your corpses will be hung by meathooks as your blood forms a river on the floor!"

With all the shaking and fire, Jay lost his grip on the Demon Barber of the SS. He staggered back a couple of steps.

"You ain't no Black Bolt," Jay roared in counter. Though he didn't have the unholy resonance to his voice. Just big-lunged muscle man behind it. "So kiss my muscly, green ass."

The big green teen was not thinking about structural damage. Since the mansion was already shaking from ebil, it was time to clap that in the face. Jay smacked his hands together to send a shock wave at Zebil the Zemoist.

The sonic shockwave indoors. Of course. Bruce winced as various bits of furniture and other objects in the Mansion shattered under it.

Instead, he concentrated on keeping up a steady stream of photonic bolts.

Mira yelped as some of the debris headed her way, she ducked quickly using the wall for cover, pulling her last boomer out of her pocket.

"Really Jolly Green couldn't you have smashed away from the sleeping quarters?" She wasn't sure what she'd really be able to do, but for now staying out of Jay's way sounded good.

"Boss any ideas? Because only weapon I have is as destructive as Jolly Green's and I can't get my bike in. DK says that he's not getting anything from outside."

Zemo was driven back by the force of the soundwave, unable to reorient himself due to Bruce's constant barrage of blasts. Zemo dropped to a knee as if to get his bearings, but his arm instead carefully went through the floor like water. It stretched until it began to creep behind Bruce, massive sharp claws moving toward his unprotected back.

Jay clasped his hands together and rushed the touchback-positioned Zemo. "And Wingfoot goes for the field goal..."

The young Hulk swung his double fist low and upwards, hoping to not fall through the floor and to connect with Zemo's chin. There was a hole over yonder that could sub for the uprights.

"Argh!" Bruce was, on the whole, mostly invulnerable. Not Jay invulnerable or Roxie invulnerable, which was why he also had the force fields, but he was also remarkably hard to hurt.

Spectral claws, on the other hand, seemed to disagree with that. The blow staggered him, knocked him down, hard, even if they didn't quite pierce his skin.

Mira bit her lip, this was probably going to suck... She bolted across the room towards Bruce hoping to help him when she saw movement behind him. Only because she was pretty sure whatever attacked Jay, would be far too dangerous for her to attempt to deal with without her bike.

Humming softly she activated the device in her hand, hoping to use it as a buffer between the movement and herself and Bruce. She wasn't sure how effective it would be, but she wasn't going to stand on the sidelines with the people who were counting her as one of them fought. This was their home, not some shady biker dive bar.

Zemo completely phased through the floor, avoiding Jay for the moment to capitalize on his felling of Bruce. He shot up with his arm, ready to give a coup de grace to the fallen Avenger when his claw smashed into Mira's device.

"And he totally missed. What the hell, folks? What. The. Hell." Jay staggered around to get his footing back after missing. He tried to right himself and find where Evil Demonpants went.

Bruce groaned. That had hurt. Hurt on more than just a physical level.

He clenched a fist as he struggled to rise. His other hand, he pointed at Zemo. This time, instead of a photonic blast, he threw up a force bubble of photonic energy around him.

Her boomer exploded on impact, throwing her into Bruce's field.

Mira held her hand close, not wanting to see if she still had a palm left. Though the energy at her back... Wasn't feeling that great either, clamping down on the inside of her cheek she refused to scream.

She was out of boomers, didn't have her armor, and was out gunned. But she hoped she'd still be standing on her own feet.

"Guess I should have gone for salt instead? Don't know where holy water's kept. And doubt that works at all like in Supernatural."

Her voice was barely a whisper.

Zemo hadn't expected such a backlash of power from the little device. It propelled him crashing into the wall. His eyes weren't quite readjusted to seeing clearly as he stumbled to his feet, clearly disoriented.

"Hulkvengers, kickball!" Zemo was in one place, bubbled cosmic, and a stumbling duck. The eight-foot tall Hulk moved through any wall remnant in his way to kick that force bubble like it was a hornets nest. He ran up to his imaginary home plate and kicked.

"Butt kicking for goodness!"

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Despite himself, Bruce smiled just a little when Jay kicked his force bubble, causing it to vanish just before Zemo would impact with the wall, so that the specter would take the full force of the impact.

"Mira," he said, "see if you can get to the communication's center. Get a hold of Doctor Strange, Sophia Strange, anybody in our magic Rolodex."

Even if they drove him off here, he wanted to update the Mansion's protections.

She gave him a look, then realized he may be on to something. DK couldn't get to her bike, but magic users might be able to get in.

She winced balling her damaged hand up to focus on that instead of other aches at the moment. Darting past Jay, she headed for the more tech filled areas. "Please let this work..."

Zemo narrowed his eyes when he noticed Mira running. His body began to transform into a mist-like substance, starting to merge with the wall behind him.

"Aw, man. Don't make me drop that support wall." Jay gestured at the wall Zemo was merging with.

"If only I could pee radiation on it and force him out..."

Bruce frowned. He really didn't want to bring the whole Mansion down, which is all his fists or blasts could do if he attacked the wall.

"Dammit..."

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