"Bravo here, approaching the drop zone. I repeat, we're about to hit the drop zone," a heavily armored soldier says over the crackling radio, his voice tense with anticipation as he peers out of the truck, scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble.
"Copy that, Bravo. Keep your eyes peeled; we'll rendezvous with you en route," a gravelly voice responds before the transmission cuts off abruptly.
Inside the cramped van, tension hangs thick in the air as the soldier is in the presence of the most dangerous criminal they could be in Their lives, The lizard . Beside him, his comrade, Jack, keeps his focus on the road ahead, his jaw set with determination.
"Hey, Matt, you ever wonder why they ain't just putting a bullet in this thing's head and be done with it?" Jack's voice breaks the silence, filled with a mix of frustration and unease.
Matt sighs heavily, his gaze drifting to the locket clutched in his hand. "I reckon they got their reasons. Probably some high-up suits looking to turn a profit off this freakshow," he mutters bitterly, his eyes flicking to the faded photo of his wife and child nestled inside the locket—a reminder of what's waiting for hi.
Jack's brow furrows in concern as he glances at his friend. "You still planning on quitting after this?"
Matt's jaw tightens, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. "Damn right. Almost lost my family to this mess. If it weren't for Spider-Man dealing with him fast, I probably wouldn't be able to see their faces again. So, I want to make it up to them and be with them always," he replies, his voice laced with determination.
"Okay, man, that's cool. This is gonna be a breeze. I mean, what could go wrong?" Before Jack can respond, a deafening explosion rocks the truck, sending it careening off course with a sickening lurch. Metal screeches as the vehicle flips, the world spinning in a blur before crashing back to reality with a bone-jarring impact.
"You just had to jinx it," Matt curses under his breath as he grabs his Bravo Squad assault rifle, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He scrambles to assess the situation, his senses on high alert as danger lurks just beyond the twisted wreckage of their mission gone awry.
Before he can even step out to assess the situation, the sound of gunfire erupts, echoing off the nearby buildings. The rapid shots would have incited panic among nearby citizens if not for their isolated location on a desolate street.
Peeking his head through the window, he witnesses two distinct groups exchanging gunfire, using their black cars as cover amidst the chaotic scene.
One of the groups appears to be composed of gang members, their bodies adorned with tattoos, dressed in street attire. They wield normal pistols as they engage in the firefight. In stark contrast, the opposing group resembles trained agents, outfitted in full armored gear with black helmets, wielding assault rifles with precision. It's evident that the latter group is dominating the skirmish, with members of the gang dropping rapidly under their assault.
If it went on like this the latter would have won at least if something strange didn't happen.
A man clad in full cowboy attire, his hat casting a shadow over his face, arrives on a roaring motorbike. The authenticity of his outfit grabs everyone's attention, sparking whispers of curiosity. Yet, the air thickens with bewilderment as onlookers struggle to comprehend his presence. The confusion reaches a crescendo as the man swiftly retrieves two gleaming revolvers from holsters strapped to his thighs. Without hesitation, he unleashes a barrage of gunfire, plunging the scene into chaos.
What added to the bizarre spectacle was the man's unnerving accuracy; every shot he fired found its mark, always striking with deadly precision, each bullet landing as a fatal headshot. His eerie proficiency allowed him to swiftly eliminate the two groups in under two minutes, leaving the soldier watching in stunned disbelief at the surreal display of skill and violence.
"Damn it," Jack mutters as he rushes out of the truck, abandoning the mission and running away from the man. However, his escape is short-lived as the cowboy man spots him and immediately shoots him down.
"Bastard," Matt mutters as he watches the cowboy man approach the truck. Not knowing what else to do, Matt jumps out of the truck just as the man is about to open the back. He points his gun at the cowboy man. "Freeze!" he shouts, his voice filled with anxiety as he cautiously approaches the man, moving with the flow of the tense situation.
Just when he thought he had control of the situation, Matt feels a searing pain in his abdomen, causing him to look down and notice the bullet hole in his midsection. "M..on..ster," Matt mutters weakly before collapsing to the floor, overwhelmed by the pain and losing consciousness.
The cowboy man then walks slowly to Matt, intending to finish him off, but pauses when he notices the locket containing a picture of Matt's family on the floor. Seeing it triggers familiar yet unfamiliar memories, causing a headache to pulse through his head. After the pain subsides, he drops the locket on Matt and proceeds to open the back of the truck, revealing Doctor Connors wearing a baggy lab coat and rugged purple jeans.
"Come with me, Doctor. You're highly needed," the man states, reaching out to help Connors out of the truck.
"No... No... Leave me alone... I don't want anything bad to happen again," Connors weakly protests, appearing scared of the outside world.
"Hmm... I see," the man mutters before retrieving a tranquilizer gun from his shoulder holster and shooting Connors with it, causing him to fall unconscious. He then lifts Connors onto his shoulder and ties him to the seat of the bike before driving off to wherever he came from.
Five minutes after the man left, a shimmering portal materializes at the scene, and a figure emerges dressed in a white hoodie, the hood pulled up to conceal his features, and black joggers. With deliberate movements, he pulls down the hood, revealing a mane of white hair cascading over his shoulders and intense blue eyes filled with a mixture of regret and anger. It's unmistakably Raymond Hunter, his presence adding an air of solemnity to the already tense atmosphere.
"Damn it, I was too late," Raymond curses loudly as he surveys the scene before him, his eyes scanning for any clues as to what happened.
"Baymax, scan the area for any signs of life and analyze the wounds inflicted on these people. Gather any relevant data," Raymond commands, prompting a drone to emerge from the portal. The drone hums to life, emitting a soft blue holographic glow as it begins its meticulous examination of the surroundings.
"I knew someone would come to retrieve Doctor Connors, but I didn't expect them to arrive so quickly. The worst part is, I don't even know who orchestrated this, especially on a completely new Earth," Ray mutters to himself as he begins to carefully examine the corpses, searching for any clues that might shed light on the situation.
After reflecting on his dreams of other Earths, Ray attempts to discern the similarities and differences between them and the current Earth. The most significant variance he discovers is himself; in all the other Earths, there is no Raymond Hunter or Hunter Enterprises. This realization instills a glimmer of hope in him, suggesting that events could unfold differently here. Additionally, he identifies familiar individuals such as Carol Danvers, Tony Stark, James Howlett, and others.
Now, Ray ponders ways to establish contact with these individuals to potentially recruit them, recognizing their potential in shaping the course of events on this Earth.
As Raymond continues to daydream, Baymax efficiently completes the analysis of the area, storing all the gathered data in his hard drive.
"Master, there is one person still alive, but his vital signs are weakening due to blood loss," Baymax informs Raymond through the drone as it approaches him.
Ray nods in acknowledgment. "Apply first aid to him and then call the police and ambulance. I'm confident the government can handle this situation," he instructs, turning to head back through the portal with the drone following closely behind.
"Baymax, the data," Ray requests as he enters his study through the portal, taking a seat behind his desk and switching on the laptop.
"Sir, it's been uploaded to your laptop, along with the folder you requested," Baymax replies as he enters the study with his physical body, carrying Ray's usual scotch with him.
"Thank you, Baymax," Ray acknowledges, before delving into the autopsy reports of the discovered corpses.
"All of the headshots are from the exact same position as the others. Only those with extreme marksmanship can achieve this, and there are only a few who were famous for such precision on the other Earths," Ray ponders as he meticulously examines the data of the various corpses.
"Sire, I advise you to rest first. You haven't slept for a while," Baymax suggests, pouring Ray a glass of scotch in a gesture of care and concern.
"Not now, Baymax. Something about this doesn't sit right with me, and I need to figure out what it is," Ray insists as he continues to sift through the folder he had Baymax create, containing files on every known person in the Marvel Universe, detailing their powers, history, weaknesses, and traits.
"Don't worry, Master Ray. I am sure everything will be fine. I can assist you in searching for the criteria you're looking for and streamline the process to make your work easier," Baymax reassures him, urging his master to go to his room, concerned for his well-being.
"Okay, okay, fine. I'll go, but you have to finish by tomorrow. Something about this gives me a bad feeling," Ray concedes as he takes his glass and exits the study, making his way to his room where a girl awaits him. Meanwhile, Baymax diligently sifts through the folder his master asked him to make, searching for individuals with exceptional marksmanship.
In a dimly lit room, illuminated only by the faint glow of a single light above a round table, four figures are gathered.
One is a normal-looking man clad in a sleek black suit, his blonde hair impeccably styled.
Seated opposite him is an elderly woman, her face adorned with deep wrinkles and eyes that exude a sense of unnerving authority.
Beside her sits a figure with an oversized head, juxtaposed with small hands and legs, giving him an odd appearance.
Lastly, a man adorned in an expensive suit and lavish jewelry occupies the final seat. However, his face remains hidden in the shadows, cloaked in mystery.
"Now tell me, why did you have my men killed if you were planning to send your own operative?" Alexander Pierce's voice resonates with anger, his frustration evident at the massacre of his men.
"Raymond Hunter is aware of Hydra's existence, and he would have anticipated your pursuit of the Lizard. We had to make it more convincing and difficult for him to discern who possesses the Lizard," the mystery man responds in a playful tone, displaying a lack of concern for the losses Pierce suffered. "Besides, you can always recruit more personnel. However, I must admit, I find it difficult to believe that individuals willingly align themselves with your twisted agenda. Care to share the secrets of your recruitment methods?" His playful tone only serves to further enrage Pierce.
"Enough. Let's get straight to the point," Madame Gao interjects before Pierce could retort, diffusing the tension in the room. "I hate to admit it, but Raymond is too smart to be left alone. We have to deal with him somehow," she states, steering the conversation towards the agenda of the meeting.
"Indeed, but first, I don't appreciate that tone of yours," the mystery man responds, initially in a playful manner, but his tone shifts to seriousness as he fixes his bright red eyes on each of them, revealing his killing intent. Their cold sweat serves as a reminder that despite his seemingly carefree demeanor, he is the most dangerous individual in the room. "Secondly, he's not too smart; he's too creative. Coupled with his intellect, that guy is a monster among men," he concludes, reverting to his playful tone.
"Then we should abduct him already and brainwash him to join us," M.O.D.O.K interjects, suggesting a proactive approach. "Having him in our ranks would be of huge help."
"No, not yet. We aren't prepared to risk exposure. We need more powerhouses and strong individuals on our side so that we can deal with any potential threats," the mystery man responds, his tone now serious. "Just focus on the tasks ahead: Hydra infiltrates the world's power structures, The Hand eliminates those deemed unnecessary, and M.O.D.O.K works on gaining control of A.I.M. With our combined efforts, we will emerge victorious in the end."
The three of them nodded in unison as the plan appeared feasible. The mysterious man, seeing their agreement, smiled and returned to his playful demeanor. "Now, let's end this meeting. The Villain Assembly shall reign supreme," he declares, and the others follow suit, marking the conclusion of their discussion.
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sorry I wasn't able to upload because I was sick and working on another novel, but now i'm back and prepared and there are going to be some changes
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I WILL BE UPLOADING ONCE EVERY THREE DAYS. I just realized I was doing to much to be publishing every one day
also don't forget the power stone, they give me energy