Marvel World-- Closed

Carpenter

I never said I was good at this dating thing, official or not. All we talked about was work. I began to sink when Shyla looked down. She must've got a text. My phone began buzzing in my pocket as well. I looked down as well.

Further details on Presidential assault. Information advantageous and time sensitive. Phone bank on the corner on Monroe and Oberst. Midnight.

Presidential assault? What presidential assault? The waitress changed the TV channel to the late night news. Footage on the president being attacked by... Carnage? What was he doing running amuck again?

"It was really nice talking with you, but I've gotta go. See you later?" she smiled.

"Uh yeah," I said but she was already half way out the door. Nice one Bridges.

My mind went back to the text. Leaving a nice tip on the table I walked out and found the backpack with my costume. Looks like another long night.

Quickly changing into "Carpenter" mode, I absorbed the cement through my legs. That would give me enough strength for a nightime jump. I looked at my watch, 12:01. Ok, so I would be late. But at least I wasn't alone.

At the spot where the text said to meet was a beautiful drink of water. Blonde hair and a black mask?

"Hey there," I called. Hopefully the Carpenter could be more smooth with the ladies.

"Carpenter, right?" she asked casually.

"Yeah. And you must be Black Beauty. I know your work."

"Same," she replied. "But I was actually waiting for Overwatch."

"Overwatch? He sent the text?" Stupid ancient phone with no caller ID.

"What are you? From the 21th century?" she teased with smirk.

Black Beauty

"What are you? From the 21st century?" I teased, a smirk coming out.

The pony tail was Really bothering me...Stupid mask. I let my hair down, small ringlets falling.

I looked around again and saw someone taking a purse from a lady. I smtiked to myself and swiftly walked over, electricity burning in my fingers. I tapped the guy on the shoulder, and he turned around.

"I would Really suggest you give her the purse." I said sweetly crossing my arms.

He looks at me up and down and flashes a smile, "Ha. Yeah. What are you gonna do taze me?"

A smile grew on my face and I touched the side of his face, electricity flowing out of me. He gets electricuted and looks at me in

He runs off, pushing through bins and cars. I sigh and wave my hand in the air, causing lightning to strike infront of him. He stops, looking for a way to go. I run after him and grab him by the arm, putting him in an arm lock. "Give it."

He shakes his head and I electricute him again. He gets shocked and hands it to me, running off. I run back to the lady and give the purse back to her. "Have a nice day."

She flashes a smile and runs the opposite direction. I chuckle to myself as I lean back on the wall.

Too easy...

Overwatch

I pulled up the different angles of the phone bank. A grainy cctv image of the whole street, some good quality shots from a cashpoint and two private residence security systems.
[i]They really need to improve their security. Focus! Now is not the time.[/b] I thought scolding myself.
Black Beauty arrived right on cue. She leant nonchalantly against the wall, scoping out the phone bank. Finally Carpenter bounded onto the scene. A little late but i could forgive him that. I prepared to call through but Black Beauty chose that moment to bound gracefully over to a purse snatcher and drop him with a single tough.
"I like her." I grinned to myself. "Well Cody my boy, if you don't date her, I sure as hell will."
The two heads lowered slightly as they spoke to each other. I pulled down the voice changer headset, forwarded the call across multiple phone masts and even an unprotected land line before a single phone on the bank ran. They looked at each, clearly deciding who should answer. Eventually the rule of ladies first won out.
"Erm, hello?" So that's what she sounds like.
"Miss Beauty. I presume you have met Mr Carpenter."
"I have. I thought perhaps you might be meeting us here?" Her voice sounded almost hopeful. To finally meet the enigma would make her famous in and of itself.
"I am afraid not. Trust is a rather valuable commodity and I hardly know you." I heard Carpenter in the background, clearly wanting to know what was being said.
"Anyway that is not why I have gathered you here. I have information which has caused rather a lot of discomfort. Carnages assault has led to his possible team up with a notorious criminal of little to know rules or moral fibre. Namely, Alvah."
"Surely not? Carnage is a mindless brute. He doesn't do plans, just mayhem."
"That may be but if those two group together I want an ace in the whole to stop them. I need you two working together. Learn each flaws and cover them. I need a team at it's peak. Is that acceptable? In fact no this a big decision. Take time to think and if you are in, buy a double espresso in the Coffie and give the change to the homeless man across the street. Now please put Carpenter on."
There was a kerfuffle on the end of the line as they exchange some quick information and changed hands.
"Carpenter I will keep this brief as no doubt the languorous Miss Beauty will doubtless catch you up on the rest. I need you working with her. I need a team and you two are the first building blocks in case Alvah and Carnage do form a terrible duo. And whatever is going on between you and the Fox, bury it. Your all on the same side. Grow up and just accept your methods differ. I will have words with Fox to the same effect. This call will terminate in 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... BEEP."
I watched them a while longer as they exchanged what precious information they had.
"S.A.I.D. keep an eye on them. Let me know when they have their decision. Top priority. And keep me informed of their personal goings on."
"Top priority too, sir?"
"Very funny. Just keep me informed." I unplugged and powered down all non essential systems and exited Watchtower.
"Overwatch back on the streets? Is it really such a laughable idea?"
I returned my costume to it's home.

Haven

I grabbed a quick snack from the fridge, a brief scolding hot shower and tucked myself into bed, quietly hopeful as to what tomorrow may bring. As always my phone was positioned so urgent messages would wake me.

Black Beauty

After what Overwatch said I hung up and took a deep breath. I turned into a gust of wind and transported to the Coffee shop where he said to go. When I walked in everyone stared at me. The guy at the bar ran up to me, "Hello Ms.Beauty! Is anything wrong?"

Dammit....I forgot to take my costume off.

I shook my head, "Can I just get a Coffee? Double espresso please..."

He nods quickly and Gets it ready really fast. I take it when he gives me the change.

Nod at him, "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

I walk out and sip on the coffee, seeing the homeless man. I kneel down next to him, "Here ya go." I flashed a smile and he nods, tipping his hat down in respect.

I walk away and look for Carpenter. I'll have to get his attention somewhere. I waved my hand in the air slowly, causing lightning and a storm to come. Hopefully he'll get that I'm looking for him. I leaned against a wall when I saw someone pointing a gun at people.

I sighed,

Do I have to do all the work around here?

I turned into a gust of wind and landed in back of him when he shot a bullet at me. I caught it in my hand, not hurting at all.

He looked at me surprised and I leaned against a car. "You know, I would ask if you were doing this for a reason but I already know you arent."

He shoots another and I move out of the way. "Drop the gun." I tell him.

He swallows and drops it. I pick it up and hook it onto my belt. Everyone dropped to the ground and He ran off, hiding behind a building. I helped everyone up and asked if they were okay. When they all said they were, I walked off. I studied his gun, thinking this might come handy one day. I take out my wireless Radio, me and all the other heroes in town connect to it. I said-

" Carpenter, come in." I say, hoping he would respond.

Carnage

I walked through the doors of the Iranian embassy unmolested, stopping only to flash my forged visa and mutter a few key phrases in Arabic to the man on guard. Alvah had equipped me with everything I needed to enter the building; the rest, she had said, was "limited only by creativity".
I was itching in my skin as my briefcase passed through the x-ray machine. The angel was inside it, calling to me from within its confines. I was only a few metres, but I felt miles away.
Someone pointed at me from across the room, a police officer. He shouted something in Arabic and began to run towards me, another falling in behind.
I jumped over the x-ray conveyor and shoved the operator aside. I had to half crawl into the machine to grab my briefcase, ripping it open even as the policemen tried to haul me out.
"Stop, Williams!" a third policeman, this one American, shouted at me. Clearly he knew my name, but did he know why I was a wanted man?
The Iranians had me on the floor before I could fully open the briefcase, but as it passed them on the conveyor, one flipped the catch to examine the contents. I writhed free of the American's grip as he tried to cuff me and threw myself bodily at the case. Its contents leaped to meet me, the angel enveloping me in her warm embrace. The feeling of nakedness which had rooted in my gut disappeared; I was Carnage once again.
The American fired a shot, but missed wildly. I shrieked with pleasure as I punched blade-like tendrils into his abdomen, spilling his intestines across the polished floor before using them to choke one of the Iranian policemen.
The second struggled to remove his gun from its holster- I clamped one hand and lifted him up, the crack of his collapsing windpipe audible throughout the embassy.
I held the body up for all to see, roaring and shrieking my message: Carnage is here, and nobody is safe!
Shots sounded from within the embassy; more policemen, come no doubt with the heroic idea of destroying the angel. Fools!
I hurled the body into the cowering crowd of people; they scattered, providing a river of ever-shifting camouflage. I sprinted through the crowd, lashing out on impulse at anyone who came within striking distance. The crack of bullets followed me as I bolted towards my next objective- the Iranian ambassador's suite.
This was the genius part of the plan, Alvah had explained, the foolproof part which would ensure victory. With the Iranian ambassador dead, Iran would retaliate. And how could the USA respond? Admitting they had let an alien symbiont wreak havoc in the embassy would be political suicide, but what were the alternatives? Iran would, in an ideal world, unleash its nuclear payload on the United States. Short of that, and oil embargo would certainly have an impact.
Truthfully, I didn't care. I just wanted to please the angel, and killing pleased it more than anything else. If that served another's plans to cause even more carnage, so much the better.
The door to the ambassadorial suite loomed ahead, flanked on either side by a pair of suited security guards. The crack of a gunshot sounded, and white heat lanced my shoulder. I stumbled from the impact but continued my charge, leaping through the air to decapitate the first, spinning on my heel to impale the second.
The bodies crumpled to the floor- a quick search of the bodies provided the keycard for the suite's door.
I barged through to see the ambassador seated in a luxurious leather armchair opposite the door, pearl-handled revolver in hand.
"So you are here to kill me then? Go ahead. Try."
I felt almost bashful in the presence of such a strong man, but quickly crushed the feeling, allowing the angel to feed my broiling anger. I began to walk slowly towards the ambassador, trying to incite fear in my enemy, but his gaze remained steadfastly straight ahead. Guards banged at the door, and gunshots sounded outside, but he barely blinked. I hissed, attempting to elicit a reaction, perhaps a scream or some grovelling plea for mercy. The only sound which passed the ambassador's lips was the Muslim Shahaddah, the declaration of faith. Enraged by his lack of response, I lashed out, tearing into his windpipe with long, clawed fingers. He coughed once, then fell still.
The door clicked; someone had found another keycard, or else maybe picked the lock somehow. I turned and leaped for the window, smashing through the pane and dropping to the street below. I hit the ground running, leaving the building behind. In the distance, an explosion marked the end of the North Korean embassy. Alvah had done his job, and America was about to be in a whole world of trouble.

Alvah

I pulled Carnage to a side as he rushed past me.
He turned and was about to strike in his panic, then realized who he was talking to and stopped hastily.
"Excellent job, Carnage" I said. Things were going well. Now to complete the second part.
"I have contacted the Butcher -another ally- and his part of the plan will be starting soon"
Carnage shrugged, dismissively.
"What do I do now?"
"Wear this" I handed him the uniform of an Iranian soldier and gave him a machine gun. "Fire on everyone- people will think it's retaliation for the death of the envoy, and the Americans will be further enraged- but don't use your powers. Now go!"

Haven

I was awake by three buzzes in quick succession and that same flashing red light.
"What can possibly be the problem now?" I mumbled, groggily rolling out of bed and trotting over to the wardrobe. Half heartedly I pulled on my costume, opened the attic and ascended to Watchtower.

Overwatch

As I entered I took a quick sweep of the room. Three screens were displaying horrifying images. One showed a loop of Carey Williams and policeman drawing his side-arm before that blasted symbiote whipped through the air and onto his chest. Another showed Carnage creating, well, carnage. I had to admit a certain respect for the ambassador. He showed no fear. He drew his weapon and stuck to his faith. The third showed the Korean embassy going up in smoke.
"This is bad. Oh god this is bad." Then one of the screens flickered to life showing a live feed. Carnage running then disappearing into an alcove. I only saw it for a moment but if that hand belonged to who I thought it did we were in big trouble.
"S.A.I.D put out the wide band alert. Every ally, ever hero, hell every cop who owes us one. And get me a direct feed to X-ray. I could use a second supercomputer on this.

Carnage

I slipped into the Iranian soldier's uniform, pulling a balaclava over my face to hide my gruesome appearance. I wasn't willing to part with the angel again, not for a long while.
It was a strange feeling to use a human weapon after so long. The machine gun was heavy, unwieldy, untidy. I kept it as well concealed as I could manage as I sprinted through the back alleys between the embassy and the nearest major shopping street. There would be lots of people there, American citizens minding their own business, unaware of their impending fate.
One powerful jump took me to the roof of a nearby building; a second to a taller one, overlooking the street. I cocked the rifle, took aim at the first unfortunate, and fired.

Black Beauty

Someone gets hit out of no where and I look up to see Carnage.

There you are...

I waved my hand in the air, causing lightning to strike in front of him and climbed on a building, getting to where he was.

I landed behind him, Forming electricity in my body, so if he touches me he gets electricuted.

"Yo Carnage, That's enough, drop the gun, now."

I said taking out my own gun and pointing it at him, He turns around and looks at me, "Oh hello Black beauty, Havent seen you in a while."

I took a step closer, "Don't do that with me. Drop the gun. NOW."

Uhh, Carnage can't speak...

Carnage

I dropped the gun, as she had asked. Let her feel in control, that was the rule. Alvah wasn't far away, so even if this girl could somehow best me, she would soon be dealt with.
"Back away." She shouted. Judging by her rapid breathing, I guessed she was pretty scared. Good. I hissed, forming a mane of spikes around my neck. She flinched.
"Back away from the gun." She repeated. I complied this time, taking a step backwards, then another, all the time leaving a long tendril snaking from my foot to the gun's trigger. She had her eyes on mine, unaware.
The girl walked closer, stopping right in front of the weapon's barrel. I was eager to blast the brat's foot off, but held off for another second.
The girl spoke into a cuff radio.
"Carpenter, get down here, I have Carnage and-"
The little girl had just given away her comrade! What an imbecile! I couldn't believe my luck, and figured there was little point in pushing it further. I coiled the tendril around the trigger and squeezed, firing three rounds point blank into the girl's foot.
'Some heroine...' I found myself thinking as I leaped from the rooftop and sprinted across the street, shoving through the crowds as I made for another little side ally. A woman pushing a pram next to me exploded as the girl tried to electrocute me; I hoped that the misguided attack was caught on CCTV, it would make for some excellent footage on the world news the next day.

Alvah

Watching from the corner, I saw Black Beauty cursed and tripped in her haste to dodge the bullets. She shot a bolt of lighting at Carnage, and I made sure the lighting missed.
It had been easy to convince Carnage to attack the base, easier still to increase the panic and mayhem that he had caused, and laughably pathetic to make sure the events had been caught on camera and filmed by an unfortunate reporter attracted to the scene.
I had melted away as soon as the attack began, sensing more was going to happen. And indeed, I now had a new opportunity.
I teleported in front of Black Beauty, stopping her in her path.
"Alvah," she snarled. "I'ts been a while"
"Indeed," I said. She tried to move forward, but I intercepted her again.
Growling, she summoned lightning to her palms, and I chortled, unflustered.
"You do know the moment you strike me is the moment I can retaliate," I said, in a sing-song voice. "And then I kill you"
Black Beauty spat, but the lightning faded.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"Why to ask how's everything going," I mocked, buying time. "How's Carpenter?"
The tone of voice I used made the Beauty look down for her partner- and gasp as soon as she didn't see him.
"What did you do with him?" she demanded, eyes blazing.
"Oh, nothing much," I sneered. "Let's just say he's enjoying some quality time at my mansion in New York"

Amos Runestone

I kept moving from one aisle to the next in the library, struggling to keep up with whatever book I could grab on dragons. It was no picnic when I found what I looked for. I was a regular in the library, considering that I was a neighbor. I checked out my selected books and went to my apartment, staying on my landlord's good side for the time being. I knew better than to get on a landlord's bad side. My landlord was worse than the dragon I often become, but at least I knew better than to get on his bad side. When night came around, I stopped my reading and donned myself in my hero self.

Night Dragon

I prowled over the city as a dragon, using the night sky as my cover. So far, nothing has come up. I mentally chuckled. Looks could be deceiving, this I knew and took to my own advantage.

Spoiler

Yeesh, I'm gone for a bit and the plot starts running.

Carpenter-

Let's just say that after Overwatch hung up and Beauty told me the rest of the details, things went real quick. In an instant Black Beauty left as a wisp of wind and I stood in the alley like a knuckle-head.

Not to mention it was already 2 am. Time for a good nights...

"Carpenter, come in," my ear buzzed. It was standard equipment for a hero to have a com-link on him, but she was using an old radio frequency.

"Black Beauty, where on earth--"

Something caught the corner of my eye. Ignoring her call I turned to look around the alley. I had seen something, but what was it--

It moved again and this time I took a swing at it. Missing, I almost ran headfirst into a wall but thankfully had the sense enough to stop and absorb the brick.

"Come out here, now!" I demanded.

"Taking a swing at me?" an eerie voice asked. It was familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint it. "That'll do," it said just before everything went dark.

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My head was spinning when I woke up. Groaning, I tried rubbing the dull throbbing away, but I couldn't move my arms. I blinked my eyes as they adjusted to the dim lighting. Wherever I was it was fancy. I tried moving my arms again, but they were tied to a chair. Whoever got me must've been an amateaur. As if ropes could hold me down when I could transfer and cut through them.

I tried that, but froze in shock when my arms didn't absorb the material of the chair. What happened to me? Why wouldn't my powers work?

Black Beauty

I look at Alvah, pissed. "Look. I swear if you don't get out of my way I'll bring an earthquake apon you. I'm not afraid to use the weather on you." I said, waving my hand in the air. Dark clouds formed over him. I point my gun at him and supress a smile. "I dare you to make another move."

He steps foward, "I made another move." He grins.

I sigh and point my gun down, setting my hands on my hips, "What do you want from me? I can't give you anything." I told him, irritated.

He looks at me, sighing. I look around, tapping my foot up and down, impatiently. "Hurry up!" I yell at him.

I lean against the wall, crossing my arms and let my hair down, my blonde hair and renglets falling. I take my mask off just for a second, to rub my eyes. It was getting late. I let out a yawn and put it back on, just seeing him stare at me. "What?" I snap at him. He looks away and I try to think of how to get out of this. A smile formed on my face and I ran past him, and turned into a gust of wind. Turning regular behind him.

"Answer my question. What do you want from me?"

Alvah

"Oh, what do I want from you indeed?" I sneer. "The truth- nothing. I'm just stalling you until Carnage blows the bomb I set in Parliament. Iranian manufacture, of course" I chuckled, doing my best to sound evil.