Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2007 11:56:01 +0000
From: GJJ L <explosiveicon@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: "Marvel Alliance part 2"

The Marvel characters featured (X-Men, Fantastic Four, Avengers, et al) are
all owned by Marvel Comics.  Hellstar, Thermoblast, Hotshock, Chillstar,
Fluxwave and Meanstreak are owned by myself.  This is my first posting, so
please be kind.


Chapter Two


"Ok, so what have we got?"  Cyclops asked as he strode into the darkened
War-Room in the Mansion's Sub-Basement.

"Shield Hellicarrier took a bit of a tumble.  Almost crashed in the centre
of New York."  Logan answered from behind a large control panel by the main
table.

A holographic map of New York hovered over the large table in the centre of
the room.  Several of the team had already made it down and were assembled
in their uniforms surveying the displays.  The room held an eerie silence as
the others  waited for their orders.

"Ok, so really.  What's going on.  Really."  Cyclops clearly did not believe
what he had been told.  He strode to the table to take a look at the
display.  Many glowing red dots adorned the mostly blue, translucent image.

"I wish I was Kiddin, Cyke."  Logan began.  "Truth is, Sheild don't know
what's goin' on, except now the government's got a whole lot of explainin to
do to the public.  The whole of New York saw it fall out through the clouds
before the Fantastic Four stopped it."

Cyclops sighed .  "So, if the crisis has been stopped, why are we needed?"
He looked around the room at the team.  Wolverine sighed in reply.  Colossus
took a step forward and motioned at the red dots in the three dimensional
image.

"Debris."  He stated in his deep, baritone, Russian accent.  "These red dots
show where some of the Hellicarrier's fragments hit the ground."

Beast stood up from a chair by one of the many sensor consoles in the room.
His blue, furry body partly hidden by a long, white lab coat.  He removed
his spectacles and placed them in the breast pocket.  "Some of the
Hellicarrier's equipment has been reported missing.  Part of it's cloaking
device, for instance.  Also, several crates fell from the open cargo bay
during the fiasco.  They've been evasive with our questions about what we
should be looking for, but we do know they were attacked by unknown fighter
craft."

"So?"  Cyclops asked, remaining where he stood, separate from the group,
most of whom acting as if they weren't even there.  Suddenly it dawned on
Cyclops what this meant.  There was something he didn't know.  Something
serious.

He looked around the large, imposing room.  He never understood why the room
was always so dark.  Most of the light came from the dozen display panels
mounted throughout the room.  The room was mostly round, with glossy
metallic floors and walls.  The large display table in the centre of the
room was used to show three-dimensional holographic models of objects, maps
or simulations of  events and such.  Why, for the sake of twelve red dots on
a map of New York, the team had been called to an emergency briefing, he
wasn't sure.  That was, until Beast stood, still looking at Cyclops and
turned the display panel around on its stand.

"This, Scott, is of particular interest."  The screen showed what looked
like a small crash site, with a small, red dart shaped vessel lodged in the
ground.  There was a little smoke coming from small areas around the hull.

"One of the fighters?"

Beast nodded.  "Nobody seems to recognise it.  Government agents are keeping
the public away from it.  They're not letting the Emergency services near it
either, at least until its origin can be ascertained."

"Alright.  Something's amiss here."  Cyclops stated.  He observed some
shuffling from his team mates around the table.  Most of the team were still
in their civilian clothing., he noticed.  All except himself, Beast and
Wolverine.  "Alright.  Suit up, team.  Hank, Logan and I will try and come
up with a plan."

The team all made for the side doors off the room leading to the men's and
women's locker rooms.  As they exited, Emma entered from the corridor,
having spent the duration of the meeting using Cerebro.

"Any ideas, Em?"  Logan asked., pulling up his the hood on his yellow
leather uniform, signifying his mission ready status and that he should now
be referred to as Wolverine.  Scott already had his hood and visor in place,
Cyclops was his codename.

"I've used Cerebro to implant a false memory into some of the eyewitnesses."
  Emma told them, her classy, soft tones making her words sound like
seductive poetry, as always.  "Unfortunately, I've only been able to
convince a few, weaker willed people."

"Convince them of what?"  Cyclops asked.

"That what they saw was a meteorite.  It was the best I could do."

"Great." Cyclops was now busying himself with the sensor readouts.

"The red dots on the map are the objects we've been assigned to recover."
Beast told them.  "The Hellicarrier is cripled and is currently being held
up by emergency generators installed temporarily by Reed Richards."

"So, do we know what any of the objects are?"  Wolverine inquired, pulling a
cigar from his pocket.  He noticed the frown Emma was directing at him, no
doubt reiterating the Mansion's smoking policy to him.  It worked, he
twiddled it between his fingers for a few seconds before placing it back in
his pocket.

"Their inventory lists several crates shipped in from Latveria.  They
dropped out of the open cargo bay during the attack."   Beast told them.
Cyclops' brow furrowed under the hood of his uniform and he stroked his
chin, wondering why a delivery of crated from Latveria were being shipped to
the Hellicarrier.  "Next on the list,"  Beast continued, "a crate marked
`biohazard level 3'.  They neglected to mention the contents.  That's the
one that fell into Central Park.  It's not too far from the crashed fighter,
so if we send a team to the fighter, they could pick that up while there."

"Good plan."  Cyclops commented.  "Next?"

Beast's hands glided over the flat, polished control panel, as another page
of objectives appeared on the screen they had gathered around.   "Several
fragments of hull plating and some damaged technology parts."

"Ok, the technology and hull plating aren't as important as the shipment and
biohazard box, I'm guessing."  Emma stated.

"You guess right."  Wolverine confirmed.  "Do we know the state of the
Biohazard container, Hank?"

"No.  Sensors can't read much in the few metres around it.  I can't work out
if there's a leak that's affecting the sensors, or..."

"Somethin' those Shield boys put in there to block sensors, right?"  Rogue
finished his sentence as she entered the room.  She stopped and posed,
showing off her new uniform.  Black leather, with a teal sheen in the light.
  Tight, and figure hugging, the one-piece suit was unzipped quite low,
exposing her ample cleavage.  The suit had been finished with some thin
yellow piping, accentuating the lines of her figure and tight, yellow, thigh
high wedge-heeled boots and short, yellow gloves.  A yellow and silver
X-belt hung loosely over her hips and her hair, cut in a sleek bob, its
white streak in the front ever present, looked immaculate.  She was nothing
short of statuesque.   "Well?  What Y'all Think, huh?"

"Oh, my dear, you look lovely."  Emma told her with a smile.  "Come, have a
seat."


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The noise was deafening.  Iron Man made his way through the darkened
corridor towards the Hellicarrier's detention facility.  During the attack,
the power had been knocked out on several decks, allowing prisoners to
escape from their cells.  The deck had been sealed off, but several
dangerous inmates had been causing damage and trying to claim the space as
their own, eager to grasp control of the powerful vessel.

He opened an access panel on the metallic-looking wall.  Small tools came
forth from the fingertip of his suit.  He soldered some broken wires,
adjusted connection pathways and soon the lighting in the section flickered
back to life.  Static fizzed from his communicator, before Fury's voice came
through.

"We're reading power in your section, Iron Man.  Is that you?"

"Affirmative, Colonel.  I've managed to restore power to at least this
section, I'll do what I can."

He took a look around.  The passage was littered with loose wires, sections
of bulkhead and several dead or dying crew members.  He counted three under
the fallen metal beams and a fourth with severe burns to his face, hands and
uniform.  The black and blue fabric of his uniform was burnt out on the
chest.  Iron Man knew he must have been right next to the nearby power
conduit when it exploded.

He made his way past the bodies and turned the corner into another section.
The power was off here, so he reactivated the beacon on his wrist.  He could
see something in a few metres ahead of him on the floor.  As he neared it,
he realised it was a body.  He looked at the young soldier's injuries, no
burns, but a large gash in his stomach.  The poor boy was pouring with blood
from his midsection, making a large, red puddle on the floor.  Iron Man
looked at his face, a moment of pity and compassion tugging at his insides.
He saw how young the bleeding man was.  He couldn't have been more than
twenty.  Suddenly, the boy's eyes flew open and stared Iron Man in the face.
  Through his helmet, Iron Man looked into the boy's eyes and saw a
whirlpool of emotions.  Fear, despair, confusion...

Looking at his injuries, they both knew there was only seconds left with no
chance of saving him.  Iron Man couldn't beak eye contact and felt a tear
slipping down his face.  He put his cold, metal covered hand on the boy's
shoulder and did the best to reassure him as the life slipped from him and
his final breath escaped.  The armoured hero sighed before composing himself
and resuming his mission.  The cause of the boy's injuries was a mystery,
until he saw something long, thin and metallic snaking around the corner
ahead.  It sparkled in the field of light from his beacon, before completely
disappearing around the corner.

Iron Man snuck towards the corner, as silently as metal boots on a metal
floor would allow.  As he stood close to the wall, preparing to pounce, he
felt a tightness around his ankle before being pulled off his feet and into
the air.  Suddenly he was stopped, upside down, dangling in the air.  He
rose his hand with the beacon.

"Greetings, Iron Man..."  A sinister, yet familiar European accent penetrated
the darkness, before the light shone on the bespectacled face.

"Octavius!"  Iron Man muttered through gritted teeth as he began to
struggle, feeling more of the metallic tentacles attacking him.  The claws
at the end of one was attempting to crack through his armour, somewhere
around his heart.  He was wrestling his arm free, trying to raise a hand to
blast a pulsar beam at his attacker, but his arms were restrained.  He
struggled, unable to break free, but had some tricks left up his sleeve.
First was an electric discharge from his suit, the shock travelled through
the tentacles into Doctor Octopus' body and the tentacles loosened, but only
for a second.  That was all he needed to release one of his hands and fire a
pulsar beam right in Ock's face.  The portly, yet muscled man in green began
to fall backwards, using a tentacle behind him to steady himself, he threw
Iron Man down the corridor, making a humanoid-shaped dent in the bulkhead.
His torch had been broken, plunging the adversaries into darkness.  Iron Man
  could see nothing, save for a couple of sparks from broken screens and
conduits.  He could hearthe clanking of metal on metal as Ock stumbled
clumsily in the dark.  Suddenly, a beam of yellow energy illuminated  the
passageway.   Ock flew backwards, rendered unconscious by the blast.  Iron
Man knew the blast hadn't come from him.  But who?

"Clear!"  A strong, feminine voice cut through the darkness before light
flooded in through the doors down the corridor.  Torches mounted on rifles
carried by maybe fifteen soldiers.  Then, the figure beween them...

"Carol..."  Iron Man muttered, as she pulled him to his feet.  The majestic Ms
Marvel standing in front of him.  Better still, she'd brought back up.

"Thought you could use a hand."  She stood, smiling her masterful smile,
wearing her trademark navy, swimsuit-styled uniform, with the thigh high
matching boots.  A yellow lightning motif across the chest.  Her long, honey
and platinum hair blowing in the light breeze caused by a distant hull
breach.

Now that backup was here, they could proceed.  They gathered themselves,
formulated tactics and prepared to enter the large room ahead where the
cells were located.


In the Avengers' Tower, Spiderman was heading for a break at the end of his
shift.  Jessica had volunteered  to take part of the next shift until
someone got back to take over.  He had been stuck in his sweaty spandex suit
for nineteen hours now.  He had been frustrated at being stuck in their
headquarters behind a console when he should have been out in the thick of
the action.  He needed something to blow off steam for a while.  Despite his
tiredness, he had a little energy to expend and since Mary Jane had left
him, he couldn't go and sleep with her to use it up.  He headed down the
elevator to the gym.  Out of the window, he saw the Fantasti-car circle the
Tower before docking on the roof.  The Fantastic Four had come over for
repairs as a piece of debris had damaged the Baxter Building's hanger bay
doors.  They had been given clearance to take some rest at the Avengers'
place while theirs was repaired.  They had all been on/off members of the
team for years anyway and remained close friends with most of the team.
They had always been told they were welcome there and were always made to
feel that way too.  As was the case with many of the Super Hero community.
Certain members of the X-men, for example, had been members of the Avengers,
Doctor Strange, also.  Some of whom were also in or around the building
while they collected the debris that Sheild had lost in the battle above the
city.


The storage bays were being used to keep the debris in isolation until
Sheild could collect it.  There were small teams of X-Men, Avengers and a
couple of solo heroes in and out of the building helping with the cleanup.
It was a welcome bit of excitement during an unusually quiet Summer.  And it
was nice to have fresh meat to look at rather than the friends he saw all
the time.  Not that he resented or disliked them in any way, he just liked
the change.  Since MJ had left, he hadn't had sex with anyone, not even
himself.  His frustration and spike of energy had left him feeling rather
desperate.  He suspected if anyone, even a willing letterbox, looked at him
in the right way, it may end up with a broken pelvis.  He was hot.

Spiderman entered the gym and pulled his mask up over his mouth and nose,
letting him breathe just a little easier.  He then pulled the top section
down and rolled it around his hips.  His uniform hung off him in such a way
that the only way to keep it from coming completely off was if it was tied
where the hips are widest, Spidey's weren't particularly wide, so it hung
low on his slender, toned hips, giving the teasing hint of the top of his
light brown pubic hair. He rubbed is abs softly as he walked towards the
treadmill, stopping and catching a breath as his thumb caught his left
nipple, which suddenly became erect.  A light breeze from the air
conditioning tickled his smooth skin, mixing cool air with the heat of the
room and his warm, sweat moistened body.  Just the right amount of sweat to
look and smell deliriously sexy, even to himself.  He caught a glimpse of
himself in the mirrored wall, watching his hand slowly move a little lower.
He didn't care, he was alone.  Until HE walked in...



TO BE CONTINUED...



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Well, that's Chapter 2,  I've started building the storyline and chapter 3
is gonna be much longer as the action and mystery begins.  I'm trying to get
as many Marvel characters in as possible, so if there's someone you'd like
to see, let me know.  Any ideas appreciated, i'll see if i can weave them
in.

I've set this in my own continuity, which I'm keeping as close to the Main
Marvel universe (616) as I possibly can.

Feedback is always welcome

Contact me at explosiveicon@hotmail.com or via my website www.toxicchain.com

Hugz, GJ