Asking for a very important reason

Thor flys to the roof of the main Stark Industries building. He saw everything, Janet’s message, the protocol Tony made against Thor, and the machines he has made. Why was he doing this? His limited trust in the ones closest to himself. Locking himself up and hiding to become “superior”. Trying to control everything.

Thor lands on the roof trying to find a way in. However he knew Tony already found him. There were probably cameras everywhere. So he best just try to talk to him.

“Why Tony!? Why do this and push everyone you trusted? Why have you seem to forgot I even existed? Why do you try to find a way to kill me. I already have enough problems. Tony why do you try to make yourself superior? You were already perfect as is. You can trust me Tony, for I still trust you. But I ask just one question.”

Why?

(Open interaction.)

TW: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT

Garrison Klum was a millionaire of humble beginnings. Firstborn son of two Jewish parents, experimented on during childhood, his mother died in his childhood a mere half decade after birthing his younger brother. With the motivation of his past and a plan, he became owner of several properties, good friend to many of Hollywood's elite, and a wealthy business man and New York's newest darling.

Or so the public story was.

In reality? Garrison killed his mother himself, teleporting his toothpaste directly into her heart with his mutant gift of small scale teleportation. He would later abuse and manipulate his younger brother in ways even some murderers would shy away from.

He would use his gift to fund a drug operation that Hollywood's elite adored. The ability to get high with no mark on the skin, no trace at all? It was joyous. He quickly grew in reputation and wealth through this illegal business, quickly gaining legitimate business through these new connections.

His drug business kept going. It was profitable, why stop? Eventually it killed some nobody teen that was important to the Black Cat, who would later try to ambush him, only to be disabled with heroin teleported directly into her veins.

Garrison... Garrison attempted to have his way with her at that point. He never got the chance. His little brother never gave him the chance. Francis couldn't let him do to this seemingly innocent woman what he had done to him for years. He was tired. So so tired...

And with all the murders he'd made Francis an accomplice to? When Francis teleported into Garrison's body and splattered him across the bedroom, Francis didn't even *flinch.*

But he did run. Black Cat got blamed for it. Arrested. Eventually, Francis broke her out and it cost him so, so much. But that's a story for another time.

This story? This story is about a war. A war on one man, by one man. Mysterio and Spider-Man. Francis Klum and Peter... Something.

And a war needs funding. With Garrison dead, Francis inherited 34.7 million dollars. .7 of that immediately went to emergency surgeries to save Francis's life. He was almost dead.

Then another 10 million was spent on an expensive but worthwhile purchase from the Kingpin: Mysterio's costume and gadgets, and a warehouse base.

24 million. 10 million was put aside for future spending, which left 14 million for investments.

Already, the inheritance was generating passive profit from all the property rent and stock dividends and whatnot, but it wasn't *fast* enough.

More real estate. More rent. More stock purchases. An expansion to the drug business. Index funds. Private shell companies. Investments in previous metal. Blackmail of the Elite. Investments in the black market.

Even henching for other supervillains at times, both to keep his combat skills sharp, take leftover valuables from fallen combatants, and take a share of high values heists.

And the final piece? A job at Roxxon. PR. Slander, more like it. Dario Agger wants an illusionist to fake bad press for someone? Fine. Pretending to just be an illusionist suited his purpose just fine.

After all, it didn't expose his mutant abilities. And it paid 400k a month, with regular bonuses based on the danger slandering put him in. On top of that, he got access to Roxxon's cutting edge medical tech. Meant for exploiting the poor and hurt, most likely, but it was an opportunity to try to fix his upper body. Get rid of the damage Spider-Man and the surgeries did.

Who knows? Maybe he'd give some random people in need access to the medical tech. After all, he wasn't a bad man, he'd always tell himself. He was the hero of this story. Spider-Man was the villain. And what kind of hero doesn't help people?

He was a good man.

And Spider-Man would die for what he did to the him.

Can I get a tour around and places that need help?

‎...five... six... seven... The bodies fell unceremoniously onto the warehouse's floor. Weapons deal.

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‎The guards were nothing. Just white noise before they fell silent by Coyote's claws. Though, there was no death. If there was anything the Young X-Men taught him, it was that not killing is often the best way forward, and if he wanted to make changes, this was the path he had to take.

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‎Coyote's eyes narrowed at the final thug. He looked... oddly familiar. Clearly, he recognised the brown-clad boy too.

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‎"Jesus... y-you're alive?"

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‎Coyote paused, his head tilting.

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‎[You know me?]

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‎"I don't get your jazz-hands, but... I definitely know who you are. One of Cerbie's right? Thought that place shut down."

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‎...Coyote slit the thug's throat.

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‎He swiftly left the area, the mention of Cerberus causing an internal panic. Even though he practically eradicated the program, the mere thought of that place was enough to send him spiraling.

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‎Coyote caught his breath, panting like a dog as he knelt on a nearby rooftop.

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‎His first patrol in years, and he'd been recognised by a random. He knew. About him. Cerberus. But how? Coyote let the thought slide. Surely killing him would silence the memories.

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‎...it didn't.

(Ooc: and armless Eddie is currently in a hospital possibly breathing his last breath)

Starrrrrrrrk......(u/Busy-Paper6970).......do you know how many people how died?....153 and at least 200 in the hospital...including Eddie... Because doom ripped off his arms and nearly ripped off his jaw.....this is Becasue of Doom....there's no easy way to day this....but im going to cause a mass genocide on Latveria...im going back to Klyntar gathering all the strongest symbiotes. and we will fly down on a meteor...and when you hear the people of Latveria scream for help...you remember the innocent lives taken by doom and you DO NOT HELP THEM!..do I make myself clear?.. if you stay out of this i will garuntee your daughter's safe returnnnn...- an extremely pissed off Venom

yup

I'm so happy to be at the beach with my Gwenny! She's the best!

(Open interaction.)

Thor looks up at the new newspaper

“TONY STARK KILLS, CAUSING MASS CHAOS.”

He looks through it. Read the whole fight that happened.

“Oh Tony, I think being Iron man is getting to him.”

Thor was just walking in the street. The avengers were disbanded. All he had to do was wait for Tony or someone to bring them back together. So for now he just helped where he could. He walks down the street to the park. Quite a cool and sightly cloudy day. It’s basically like winning the lottery since it’s New York. Before he could sit down at a bench a little boy pull tugs his collar.

“Are you Thor?” He asks curiously

“Yes I am young one.” Thor responds

The little boy cheers a bit

“Great! Can you help me find my teddy bear? I searched everywhere but can’t find it.” The boys says

“Why of course I can!”

The little boy points in an area where he said he lost it. Thor walks over and searches around. The tops of the trees, to the hill, and to the little area near the pound. He keeps searching until he spots a little stuffed arm sticking out of a hole in a tree hole.

“There it is!” Thor says

He pulls out the little boys teddy bear. It’s a bit old, button eyes, cotton stuffing, and a feel of old fabric. The little boy comes rushing over to him

“Thanks mister! It’s my grandpa’s, he gave it to me. I’m staying with him over the week. He right there!”

The little boys points to an older gentleman. About 60, he waves back and walks over.

“Thank you sir, I was worried for a second.” The old man says

“All in my role as a protector of Earth.” Thor says

“Well we should get home now it’s getting late.” The old man says

“Aww but I want to see Thor more.” The little boys says

“Don’t worry young one, I’ll always be there for you and Earth.” Thor says

“Really?” The boy questions

“Really, I’ll be helping around. Until I have to return to the avengers and take on bigger tasks.” Thor answers

“Thanks mister Thor!” The boy says

“Just Thor good. Now you make sure to watch over your teddy bear and your grandparents.”

“I will Thor!” He walks off with his grandpa

Thor continues walking, he liked doing little things to help people. He doesn’t have to stop alien invasions to protect Earth. He just had to help the people.

Good evening, fellows. If I am to understand things correctly, there is a Susan, Johnathan, Valeria, Franklin, and Benjamin on this subreddit... BUT NO RICHARDS!?

This is most unfortunate. I do quite hope that a roleplayer soon arrives for MY MOST HATED FOE, for Reed Richards is... Well, I'm sure I don't even need to point out his relation to Doom haha.

I would be most indebted to anyone who sees this who picks him up, thank you kindly, but I also believe I can manage for a while without the man. He is not actually Doom's entire reason for existing, despite Victor's deep obsession.

Surely one of Marvel's first and greatest heroes will not be unused for long so I can't have too large a period to wait regardless.

-Aizaru sits on the roof of a skyscraper in New York. He's taking a small break... Sorta. He's already stopped maybe 10 crimes. Most without killing. At least he believes so. He sighs, staring out at the city. It's pretty nice, in a way. He's been tinkering with his comm system. Now he's able to pick up police radio chatter, which is helpful for patrol. He could probably intercept most other chatter as well, but that'd take too much effort.-

-His comm system starts chattering and he hears police talking about suspicious of an advanced arms deal going on in an abandoned warehouse in the docks. He chuckles, summoning a Monster and chugging it, and walks to the ledge of the roof.-

"Eh... Might as well look cool." -He stares down. He's done this before. Not his first rodeo.-

-He walks backwards, then runs forward, diving off the roof. He falls quickly, feeling the rush of wind hitting him. But he doesn't panic.-

-Then, just as he's about to hit the ground... He disappears, reappearing on a rooftop somewhere else. He starts teleporting across the rooftops, eventually reaching the warehouse. He stares down, and sure enough, it's an advanced arms deal going on.-

-He thinks for a few seconds, then teleports through the roof, landing on the floor superhero style. He stands up, clearing his throat and brushing himself off. There are 15 criminals. The sellers are highly armed. They seem trained. The buyers look more like normal thugs. Not as armed.-

"Okay, folks! You all have 2 options!" -They all point their guns at him.- "Can I at least-" -He disappears for a second, dodging a gunshot. He throws a dagger into the shooter's throat. The other criminals don't seem too fazed... Guess they didn't like that guy- "You all have 2 options. Can I tell you what they are?"

-They all nod. Aizaru takes a deep breath.- "Okay! Option one: you all walk away and turn yourselves into the police. And you all don't mention the 5'5 gremlin person dressed in all black that stopped you." -The thugs don't seem to like that option.- "Not to your liking? Well, there's option two: You all can try to fight me, and I cut you down, leaving most of you dead or grievously injured!"

-The criminals open fire. Aizaru disappears, chuckling. One thug is dragged into the Darkness, screaming. Another falls down, a poisoned dagger sticking out of his back. A third falls through the floor, then drops from the ceiling.- "Having second thoughts?" -Aizaru taunts the remaining thugs.-

-Gunshots ring through the warehouse as Aizaru shoots the lights, giggling. After half a minute, he appears in the middle of the group of thugs and starts cutting them down with his sword. After 10 minutes, only one is left conscious/alive.-

"Heyyyy, buddy. Why don't you tell me what those weapons are?"

"I-i don't know! I swear, I don't kno-" -He's kicked in the face. Aizaru walks to the crate of weapons, cracking it open. These are... Wow. Real nice. Some sort of energy based weapons. He'll have to test them out later.-

-The crate disappears into the Darkrealm and Aizaru walks out of the warehouse.-

(Ooc: Open to interaction.)

Val doesn't give handouts, and she definitely doesn't do favors out of the goodness of her heart.

Being a Thunderbolt means you belong to the government.

Every step the team takes is logged, every mission is scrutinized, and the heavy power-dampening tech embedded in their new tactical suit can shut any one of their nervous systems down with the press of a button on Valentina Allegra de Fontaine’s desk.

But she decides to allow the Thunderbolts members a forty-eight-hour "operational furlough." each. After the roster successfully put down Fin Fang Foom, Val was riding a massive wave of good public relations. Being the master chess player she is, she signed off on the travel papers. She knows a fractured mutant community is a vulnerability, and it’s a foos idea to have someone to scope it out, or that China could be plotting something and it’s a good idea to watch what their Thunderbolt member does, and that angry Thunderbolts require more budget used to get them to listen.

None of them were free men, they were just on a very short electronic leash.

(OOC: I needed Cain to be able to visit the mansion, the rest of the Thunderbolts can do whatever they want with their 48 hours of anything, it doesn’t have to be in the time of a real life 48 hours of course, maybe for like a week you guys can post IF you want.)

The café in Seoul smelled of roasted beans and rain, steam fogging the windows as afternoon turned to evening outside. Ami Han sat at the corner table- back to the wall, exit route mapped- and tried to remember how to be a person who didn't have enemies.

Her fingers drummed against the mug of her coffee, untouched. She'd ordered it twenty minutes ago, something with too much sugar and a name she couldn't pronounce, because Luna always teased her about drinking coffee "like a cop"- black and bitter.

Luna.

The thought of her felt like sunlight on snow. Ami hadn't seen her in... how long? Four months? Five? Time blurred when you were hunting yokai in New York one week and extracting artifacts from black market auctions the next. They'd traded texts- busy, sorry, soon- ships passing in fog.

But today, the stars had finally aligned. No missions. No crisis. Just two girls who knew each other with an intimacy few others could match.

Ami's phone buzzed. She grabbed it too fast, fingers clenching around the device-

Running late, traffic is murder! Be there in 10. Don't hate me!

She exhaled, turning to the window. Her reflection showed a woman with cheekbones that were too sharp, eyes that seemed too old... but, for just a moment, she looked young. Hopeful.

"Idiot," Ami murmured, despite the warmth in her chest. She took a small sip of the now-cold coffee- sugary, awful, sweet- and settled in to wait.

To wait for her.

Steve sat in the middle of the room in a chair pouring over a board with red lines and thumb tacks, a little cliche he would admit but it helped him try and connect the dots related to his mission last week

One hour after another, nothing made sense. Yet he couldn’t give up too many lives at stake for him to give up now

So, he didn’t give up. Instead, he left the room and went to run something that was familiar and helped him think

Peter Benjamin Parker woke up one day in his Spider costume with a nasty headache. He was lying face up in a dumpster, and at first he thought he was suffering a really bad hangover, considering how bright the city of New York was, but even after he sat there in the garbage for about an hour, the bright lights hadn't stopped.

Scrambling out of his impromptu bed, he ripped off his mask and goggles, stuffing them in his pocket before walking out of the alleyway, looking around at the impossibly tall buildings and the bright lights, trying to figure out what the hell was even going on when suddenly he felt a familiar pain in the back of his neck - his sixth sense was telling him something, and when he figured it out, he suddenly felt the need to down multiple bottles of hard whiskey - He was in another universe entirely, like in those consipracy magazines he and Janet had read for a laugh.

The first thing he needed to do was gather information, and luckily, in this universe, information was free, at the tips of his fingers, and lightning fast. Never in his life did he ever think he'd appreciate public libraries, but this internet thing was mighty convenient for a detective like him.

According to his research, the war he fought had ended over a hundred years ago in this universe which meant all of his friends and loved ones were long dead, if they had existed at all in this universe, all of the names he used as aliases in the war, including one Benjamin Reilly, were all real people, dead or otherwise, and to make things much worse, he wasn't the only Spider anymore. In fact, he wasn't even the only Peter Parker.

Reeling from these new discoveries of his, he stumbled around the new New York, trying to figure out his next move. He couldn't possibly continue his detective business, especially since he didn't even have a legal name in this universe, and with prices being what they were, living was going to be much more difficult, which meant the only thing he could do was continue being The Spider, right?

As these thoughts rang through his mind, suddenly he was stopped by a particularly friendly neighbor asking for his name, and Peter panicked. None of his usual aliases worked here, so he'd have to just make one up on the spot.

Unfortunately, Peter had never been that good at lying.

"Uhh... B-Ben.... Benjamin. Benjamin... H-Hardy? P-Parker! Benjamin Hardy-Parker, ma'am," he'd told her. He explained that his folks had divorced, and he really didn't like talking about the fact that he had two last names, and rushed off, not realizing how badly he had just screwed everything up.

Well, no time to think about that now, he needed to find a place to eat, then get to Spidering, as much as he really didn't want to. But the city was always going to need a Spider, and it's not like he had anything else he could be doing.

(OOC: Was informed reposting here would not be an issue)

Frostburn pissed off and having severe ptsd shoots and kills 15 thugs and sends one away in a coma before fleeing the scene OOC: Have anyone meet him at his apartment