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Bob Belcher
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Whats Shawarma With You? 3 | 2 | 3
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5:05 AM
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| Wed, May 5, 2021: The core Avengers gather at the Shawarma Palace on the anniversary of the Battle of New York to reflect on their past accomplishments, failures, and the road forward. |
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Wed, May 5, 2021: Shawarma consists of meat cut into thin slices, stacked in a cone-like shape, and roasted on a slowly-turning vertical rotisserie or spit. Originally made with lamb or mutton, it is now also made of chicken, turkey, beef, or veal. Aside from being a popular Levantine dish, it also holds a unique place in the hearts of the founding members of the Avengers, especially in the case of the Shawarma Palace located in Times Square.
Formerly Bob's Burgers, the Palace was a little local restaurant which had become something of local landmark due to their relationship to the Avengers. The Avengers were not only the saviors of New York back on May 44th 2012, they had saved the Palace which like the Belcher's former burger joint had never quite found its footing. The Belcher's believed in serving simple dishes made from the finest locally sourced produce the city had to offer at reasonable prices, they were actually ahead of the food trends to come, but yet, somehow that wasn't enough, not for New York anyway. Their former restaurant hadn't been glitzy, their current restaurant was no glitzier either, although it did reflect more of their Greek heritage. No, the Belcher's 7th restaurant was destined to fail like the six prior, so much so that all Bob could do was sigh quietly when their store front literally crumbled before his eyes during the battle of New York, yet another casualty of the Chitauri Invasion.
It should have been the death nail in the Belcher's dreams of being a successful resturant.
And yet, it wasn't, just the opposite actually. As fate would have it, the Shawarma Palace became a symbol of New York's can do attitude thanks to the Avengers and local Daily Bugle intern Peter Parker who had snapped a picture of the Avengers supping in quiet solitude following the battle with Linda, Bob's wife refilling their their water glasses as Tina and Louise, the Belcher's daughters brought the Avengers what Bob thought would be the final dish they ever served.
But it wasn't.
In fact Iron Man, Hawkeye, Captain America, and the Black Widow all mentioned the Palace when interviewed regarding the events relating to the Battle for New York. Fortune it seemed, had finally smiled up on the Belcher's and their indomitable spirit which had somehow stood the test of time and tragedy.
The Avengers had saved New York.
They had saved the Shawarma Palace too. And now, the Palace served as the spot which the Avengers now met at on the anniversary of the Battle of New York.
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Participants:
Ant-Man p-1, p-2, Black Widow p-3, Captain America p-4, Hawkeye p-5, Hulk c-6, n-7, w-8, Quicksilver w-9, Scarlet Witch w-10, w-11, Thor w-12, Wasp w-13
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Agent Harrington
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The Lagos Briefing 3 | 3 | 3
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4:01 AM
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| Mon, May 12, 2014: The Avengers meet with S.H.I.E.L.D. at the Triskelion to be briefed in the on a possible impending terrorist action to be executed by Crossbones involving the Institute for Infectious Diseases in Lagos, Nigeria |
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Mon, May 12, 2014: Agent Mollozi
Black Widow
Captain America
Crossbones
Ronin
Scarlet Witch
Winter Soldier |
Participants:
Agent Mollozi p-1, Black Widow c-2, Captain America n-3, Crossbones w-4, Winter Soldier w-5, Ronin w-6, Scarlet Witch w-7, Falcon w-8
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t5
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Lagos Awaits 3 | 3 | 3
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4:01 AM
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| Mon, May 12, 2014: Following their briefing by S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Mollozi at the Avengers Northbay compound, a team is dispatched to Nigeria as a preventive terrorist measure. |
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Mon, May 12, 2014: this is the scene set for v5T1 test. Its very short |
Participants:
Black Widow c-1, Captain America n-2, Winter Soldier w-3, Ronin w-4, Scarlet Witch w-5, Falcon w-6
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Professor Xavier
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The Manhattan Projects 3 | 3 | 3
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2:02 AM
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| Mon, Feb 2, 2015: Scott Summers and Jean Grey, aka Cyclops, leader of the X-Men, and his teammate Marvel Girl, a woman he plans to ask for the of hand in marriage on this snowy night find themselves the victims of a surprise attack by sentinels! |
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Mon, Feb 2, 2015: With a tasting menu was over three hundred dollars per person, gratuity not included, and a view of the Manhattan skyline, Scott Summers had every intention of making this night special for the lady in his life whom he wanted to extend an invitation to be his wife for life. They had met years ago at the Xavier Institute when they were both teens and the Xavier Institute numbered but five students, who also happened to encompass the entire ranks of the then-fledgling super-hero team, the X-Men. in those days they weren't "Scott and Jean", they were "Scott, and Jean" or "CYCLOPS and MARVEL GIRL" of the X-Men. They'd faced down a thousand threats. He'd saved the world more times than he could count with her by his side, and so long as he could continue to have her by his side, he would gladly face down every one of those threats one more time. And for all the emotions he had felt in battle, he had never been nervous, at least not like he was tonight.
He gripped her hand a little tighter as they walked to the table.
He pulled her chair out for her.
Smiles were exchanged.
Once sitting, he went to reach for her hand once again, he wanted to hold her hand every minute of this night to make sure that she wouldn't slip away. He wanted to ask her now, but he had this all planned out; He was Scott Summers, after all, the master tactician, and Jean deserved nothing less than his best. He would wait, longer than he could possibly suspect.
Suddenly, the windows of Benjamin's began to crack, then exploded inward - pandemonium ensued as a Sentinel's hand reached into the restaurant from outside with the intent of grabbing the female mutant.
Thinking only of Jean, Cyclops rushed to his feet, stepping in front of the table, he placed his body between the oncoming mechanical hand and that of his love, Jean Grey; He let loose with a ruby burst of cosmic energy at the Sentinel to protect his love. |
Participants:
Psyche p-1, Iceman p-2, Colossus c-3, Cyclops n-4, X w-5, w-6, Beast w-7, Polaris w-8, Havok w-9, Wasp w-10
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Professor Xavier
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Examines 3 | 1 | 3
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2:02 AM
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| Mon, Feb 2, 2015: The Danger room is set to take on it's newest cadets, the New Mutants |
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Mon, Feb 2, 2015: Although they had not participated publically in averting any know world-shaking-crisises, that does not mean that the residents of 1407 Graemaulkin Lane hadn't prevented several cotasphrophes from occuring. Quite the contrary. They had quite the storied history, and part of history was preparation, hence their elaborate underground training facilities where the instituted mentored the newer mutants in the correct use of their unique abilities, and how best to use them in support of the dream of a better tomorrow.
As elluded to prior, The Danger Room as it was referred to by many of hte students at the Xavier institute resided on the lowest sub-leve of the institute. The Danger Room was perhaps the most aptly named room in the world. It was filled with rockets and lazers and things that could go boom. The walls were made of the denses tungston steel and reinforced with several force fields. The walls were lined with LEDs augmented by thousands of holographic arrays. And thanks to the advanced environmental simulators, the room could replicate nearly any situation imaginable thanks to Doctor Henry McCoy who had assisted the Professor on the designing and constant upgrading of the facility; Anyone who could survive the Danger Room was well suited for anything the world might throw at them.
Anyone who passed the Danger Exam wasn't just a graduate, they were a warrior waiting for mortal combat. |
Participants:
Nightcrawler p-1, Professor Xavier p-2, Cannonball p-3, Cypher p-4, Magma p-5, Monet p-6, Moonstar p-7, Shatterstar p-8, Sprite c-9, Sunspot n-10, Siryn w-11, Wing w-12, Wolfsbane w-13
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t1
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Searching For Godot 3 | 3 | 3
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2:42 PM
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| Wed, Dec 18, 2013: Cyclops splits the team up to search Castle Rock for the New Mutant with strict orders not to engage |
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Wed, Dec 18, 2013: Cyclops had given them strict orders when splitting the team into smaller search parties with Scot and Lorna starting from the south end of Castle Rock's historic downtown, Alex and Jean starting from the the middle west side, and Piotr and Bobby starting from the northland. Once they arrived in their areas, they were all to split up further into groups of one and the part of tourist while they conduct their search for the new mutant manifestation which had been recorded by Cerebro.
They were all equipped with xPhones, smartphones that would make even those who owned the latest STARK sx smartphone envious. In addition to advanced computer processing capabilities, app stability, extended range, and superior battery life, the phones also were equipped with health monitoring capabilities, emergency homing beacon, and a small-ranged cerebra which could detect a single mutant if it were given a pre-determined mutant which theirs had been. They were all to spread out so the phones could from a cerebra-net and start searching for scanning for their target. They were to occupy their general ping points and play tourists while the search was being conducted. So, play sight-seers until further notice.
Piotr was driving the jeep, and they'd reach ping-point for Bobby to deplane the SUV. |
Participants:
Psyche p-1, Iceman p-2, Colossus c-3, Cyclops n-4, X w-5, w-6, Beast w-7, Polaris w-8, Havok w-9, Wasp w-10
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Psyche
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En attendant Godot 3 | 3 | 3
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2:34 PM
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| Thu, Dec 18, 2014: Cerebro has detected a possible first manifestation in Castle Rock, Maine; Professor X briefs the away team. |
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Thu, Dec 18, 2014: Midday; Castle Rock is a small New England mill town in Maine. The population of Castle Rock, down from 50,000+ in 1918, is now around 1,500as of the last census. A roadsign existing since 1982 established that Castle Rock is 37 miles from Portland and 188 miles from Boston, Massachusetts. The town is situated to the south of Mexico, Rumford, and Motton in the center of Oxford County. In it's glory days the sleepy little town served as a hub for the fishing industry with mighty scooners harboring daily and a population that had swelled to nearly 50,000 by 1912. Now that population has dwindled to less than 2,000, Castle Rock, once a city, is now a small town in decline. The town shares a common border with Chester's Mill, and is the county seat of Castle County.
And it is here in Castle Rock that Cerebro has detected a possible new mutant.
News survyes of the town indicate that it is a close community that while friendly to guests as her primary economy is now centered on hospitality and tourish, is not necessarily a town welcoming to new comers. Castle Rock strives to be be a nice place to visit but not a place that wants you to live there. The is strongly republicain leaning with a conservative religious base; It is now for its exquiste Dutch apple pies.
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Participants:
Psyche p-1, Iceman p-2, Colossus p-3, Cyclops c-4, X n-5, w-6, Beast w-7, Polaris w-8, Havok w-9, Wasp w-10
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Neo X
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Eadar-ghuidhe 3 | 3 | 3
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7:34 PM
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| Sat, Dec 20, 2014: X's visions and hunches are not absolute. The moment he or anyone else acts on them, whatever is is now considered to be 'in play', things are no longer 'certain'. |
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Sat, Dec 20, 2014: Early Evening; Gold-X, the senior team of X-men, joined by Colossus, had returned from Castle Rock almost two days prior with a potential new addition to the institute. Since their arrival, the young man they had found in Castle Rock had spent all of his waking hours undergoing a series of tests and examinations. Professor Xavier and Doctors Jean Grey and Hank McCoy had been attempting to determine the nature of their new arrival with mixed results. As such, his file was labelled simply 'X' with the intention of revising it later once they better understood the young man.
To date, he'd demonstrated a predilection for ESP. Also known extra-sensory perception, his abilities seem to fluctuate around a temporal awareness which was rather acute within a range of roughly one hour into the future or the past, his range at this time was unclear, possibly being limited by line-of-sight; He did not register as a mutant, but then he did not appear to register as anything more than a baseline human, yet he had naturally resisted many psychic probes unless he was actively concentrating on the sender, this might at least hold part of the answer as to how X escaped categorization by the Cerebro.
An early invention by Xavier, the first version of the Cerebro was small computer which operated on punchcards much like any computer from the mid seventies. Originally, its purpose was to identify and distinguish lifeforms based on the nature of their unique brainwave patterns. In the beginning anyone could operate the Cerebro. Since then, and with the help of Doctor McCoy and a gifted Native American inventor and good friend of the Professor's, Daniel Lone Eagle, the Cerebro had evolved. Now, the device housed deep below the mansion was far more powerful, possessing global range amplifying a psychics powers to a staggering degree.
Doctor McCoy had theorized that the young man might possess a natural mutation which allowed him to avoid detection. If this were the case, he had what might very well be the most useful evolutionary adaption since opposable thumbs. Given his abilities, and following several discussions with Professor Xavier and the school's head administrator Scott Summers, he had been assigned to the the school's new designated train curriculum, designated X-Neo, but generally referred to as the New Mutants.
Tonight was his first night that he had to himself, he planned to make the most of looking around the school...
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Participants:
X p-1, Colossus c-2, Cyclops d-3
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Cyclops
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X-Men Test Thread 3 | 3 | 3
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2:08 PM
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| Sat, Jul 20, 2024: Dev Start date: 2024/07/20; Cyclops briefs Colossus, Nightcrawler, Ariel, Storm, & Wolverine on a group of anti-mutant extremists who are planning an attack on a mutant safe haven. |
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Sat, Jul 20, 2024: Dev Start date: 2024/07/20; The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over the sprawling grounds of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning. Shadows stretched across the vast lawn, framed by towering trees that swayed gently in the evening breeze. In the spacious courtyard, the atmosphere was tense but focused.
Cyclops stood at the center, his arms crossed, the ruby-quartz visor on his face reflecting the last rays of sunlight. Beside him, Storm's white hair fluttered as she adjusted her cloak, her eyes showing signs of intense concentration. Wolverine, with a characteristic scowl, methodically sharpened his claws, the metallic snikt punctuating the quiet.
Nightcrawler finished a quick prayer, his three-fingered hands clasped tightly, his yellow eyes filled with determination. Colossus, towering over the others in his organic steel form, exuded strength and stoicism. Nearby, Shadowcat phased through a wall, joining the group with a look of steely resolve.
The team had gathered for a critical mission: to thwart an imminent attack by anti-mutant extremists on a mutant safe haven. Each member exuded a sense of readiness, united by their common goal to protect their fellow mutants from the impending threat. As the last light of day faded, the X-Men prepared to move out, driven by a shared sense of duty and solidarity. |
Participants:
Cyclops p-1, Storm p-2, Colossus c-3, Nightcrawler n-4, Havok o-5, Polaris o-6, Ariel d-7
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Monk
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Along Came a Spider 3 | 3 | 3
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12:28 PM
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| Sun, Jun 14, 2015: Peter Parker, moving to the Avengers' Northbay training compound, stops at Bob’s burger joint for a MuTINDER date, only to sense trouble brewing as the diner struggles with local enforcers tied to "The Big Man." |
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Sun, Jun 14, 2015: Peter Parker adjusted the strap of his backpack, his fingers brushing against the fabric of his Spider-Man suit hidden inside. Moving out of Queens was a strange feeling. The familiar streets, Aunt May’s warm kitchen, and the chaotic rhythm of New York City had been his world for as long as he could remember. Now, he was trading it all for something bigger—the Champions Initiative. It was the New Avengers’ training program, and Peter, the youngest recruit, was heading to their compound in Northbay, upstate New York.
Northbay was a world away from anything Peter had ever known. The compound was sleek and sprawling, equipped with state-of-the-art technology and filled with people whose abilities made even Spider-Man feel like the new kid on the block. But before he stepped into that new chapter, there was one last detour.
His phone had buzzed earlier that day, lighting up with a notification from MuTINDER, the quirky dating app infamous for crashing during Republican conventions but still wildly popular. Peter had matched with someone whose bio had caught his attention—something about astrophysics and burgers. Against his better judgment, he’d agreed to meet them at Bob’s, a local burger joint with a reputation for greasy fries and legendary milkshakes.
When Peter arrived at Bob’s, though, something felt off. The retro decor and smell of grilled burgers couldn’t mask the tension in the air. The staff seemed unusually jittery, and Peter’s sharp ears picked up on murmured conversations about overdue payments to "The Big Man." Bob’s wasn’t just a burger joint—it was caught in the web of a local crime ring.
As Peter pushed open the door, his Spider-Sense prickled faintly, though not enough to set him fully on edge. He glanced around the room, scanning for the person he was supposed to meet, but they hadn’t arrived yet—or if they had, Peter hadn’t spotted them. For now, all he could do was wait, though he had a nagging feeling that tonight would be about more than burgers and small talk.
Somewhere between leaving Queens and stepping into this diner, Peter’s life had taken another turn. A new adventure was unfolding—both in his personal life and in the challenges that seemed to follow him everywhere.
What happens next? Does Peter’s date arrive? Does trouble find him first? It’s your turn to continue the story! |
Participants:
Jonesy p-1, Spider-Man n-2
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Monk
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The Inaugural Class 3 | 3 | 3
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2:12 PM
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| Fri, Sep 18, 2015: Tony Stark addresses the first class of the Champions Initiative, a program by S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark International, urging young heroes to embrace responsibility amid post-Sokovia fears, rise above challenges, and shape a brighter future as the next Avengers. |
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Fri, Sep 18, 2015: The training halls of the Avengers Initiative were abuzz with a mix of nervous energy and quiet anticipation. This was the moment that many of the next generation of heroes had been waiting for—the official beginning of the Champions Initiative, the first class of young Avengers. Stark International and S.H.I.E.L.D. had come together to form a new foundation for young metahumans and potential heroes who would rise to face the challenges of a changing world.
Amongst the students sat the likes of Kyle Parmley (American Kid), Amadeus Cho (Brawn), Vin Vision (Brother Vin), and the other members of the Avengers newly minted recruits, their potential new Champions. The room was filled with faces both excited and apprehensive, knowing that their lives were about to change forever.
At the front of the room stood Tony Stark, his ever-present charisma filling the space. Beside him were the faces of the established Avengers—Captain America (Steve Rogers), Black Widow (Natasha Romanoff), Hawkeye (Clint Barton), all in their civilian attire, standing as pillars of support for these new heroes.
Off to one side stood Director Fury alongside Agent Coulson and Mariah Hill watching quietly as Tony prepared to address a room that fell somewhere between America's Next Fanboi and Earth's Last Best Hope - god help us all thought Fury.
"Welcome," Tony began, his voice both commanding and warm, a blend of a leader’s authority and a mentor’s reassurance. He gave the young heroes a moment to settle, letting the silence of the room amplify his presence.
"I know some of you might be wondering exactly what you're getting yourselves into," he continued with a slight smirk, "But let me assure you, you’ve been chosen for this because you’ve shown promise, courage, and the potential to do incredible things. You’ve made it here today, and you’re part of something bigger now."
He paused, scanning the room with an almost fatherly gaze, before his tone shifted slightly, becoming more serious. "But it’s not going to be easy. There’s a reason we’re not sending you straight out into battle. The world is changing, and the events of Sokovia—well, they’ve left scars on this world that won’t fade easily. People fear what they don’t understand. And there’s no shortage of people who will look at you, at all of you, and see nothing but threats. And you need to be prepared for that."
Tony’s eyes softened for a moment. "I’ve seen what fear can do to good people. That’s why you need to be better. Better than we were. Better than anyone expects you to be. We’re not just giving you powers; we’re giving you responsibility."
His gaze lingered on each young hero in the room. "Take that responsibility seriously, but never forget why we fight. We fight for the world, yes. But we also fight for each other. The world needs you. I know I’m asking a lot, but we have no choice but to rise above. Now, I know it’s tough out there, and things aren’t going to be easy... But you are here for a reason. You have a chance to shape the future of the Avengers, the future of this world. Don’t let that opportunity slip by."
He looked to the assembled Avengers, nodding as if reaffirming the collective hope they all shared. "We’re here to guide you, but you’ll carry the mantle one day. And trust me, the world will need you. The Accords may have divided the world, but together—this team—we can bring it back. Together, there’s nothing we can’t do."
As Tony finished his speech, the room fell silent, the weight of his words settling in. The young heroes glanced at each other, each one processing what they’d just heard.
This was the beginning. In Addition to the American Kid and Vin Vision stood Brawn, Brother Vin, Chant, Chimaera, Hawkeye2, Iron Lad, Faucon, Kid Nova, Miss America, Ms. Marvel, Patriot, Power Man, Spider-Man, pider-Man2, Speed, Stature, Souljah, and the Wasp3. They were no longer just students. They were (potentially) the Champions—the next generation of Avengers, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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Participants:
Black Widow w-1, Blue Marvel w-2, Brawn w-3, Brother Vin w-4, Captain America w-5, Chant w-6, Chimeara w-7, Faucon w-8, Hawkeye2 w-9, Human Torch w-10, Iron Lad w-11, Iron Man w-12, Jonesy w-13, Kid Nova w-14, Miss America w-15, Maelstrom w-16, Ms. Marvel w-17, Patriot w-18, Power Man w-19, Red Locust d-20, Speed w-21, Souljah w-22, Spider-Man w-23, Spider-Man2 w-24, Stature w-25, Viv w-26, Wasp3 w-27
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Chant
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So, You Were Saying... 3 | 3 | 3
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2:12 PM
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| Fri, Sep 18, 2015: Tony Stark addresses the first class of the Champions Initiative, a program by S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark International, urging young heroes to embrace responsibility amid post-Sokovia fears, rise above challenges, and shape a brighter future as the next Avengers. |
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Fri, Sep 18, 2015: rolling clouds that drifted overhead. The air carried the crisp scent of pine and freshly cut grass, mixing with the faintest trace of salt from the distant water. The Initiative Compound, just outside the Champions Training Facilities, was a sprawling expanse of state-of-the-art structures and open training fields, a place where the next generation of heroes honed their craft under the careful—sometimes critical—eyes of the world’s greatest legends.
This particular section of the campus, used by the Avengers themselves, was a mix of sleek modernity and practical functionality. The same compound had once served as a secondary HQ, a proving ground for young heroes and a strategic fallback for the world’s most elite defenders. The architecture was unmistakably Stark-designed—reinforced glass, steel, and minimalist aesthetics that somehow made everything feel both impossibly high-tech and effortlessly cool.
The training fields stretched out in the distance, dotted with reinforced structures, obstacle courses, and impact-resistant sparring zones designed to take hits from the likes of Thor and Hulk without crumbling. Further out, past the manicured lawns and stone walkways, the main facility loomed, a monolithic fusion of research labs, meeting rooms, and living quarters—all kept under the ever-watchful eye of Director Nick Fury and his ever-present S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives.
But here, just beyond the hustle of the Meet & Greet, tucked near a row of oak trees providing a little shade and privacy, was a rare quiet spot. Away from the prying eyes of Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow, and the Wasp, away from the weight of expectations and the scrutiny of Fury’s MIBs, this was a moment to breathe.
It was here that Teddy Altman—or Chimaera, as he was known in the field—had asked Billy Kaplan, better known as Wiccan, out.
And it was here, with the distant hum of repulsors and the occasional clang of metal-on-metal from the training yards, that Billy finally had the space to think about his answer.
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Participants:
Chant w-1, Chimeara w-2
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Monk
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Big in the 60s 3 | 3 | 3
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10:23 AM
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| Thu, Feb 14, 1963: On Valentine's Day, 1963, at Gamma Base (Fort Sam Houston), undercover agent Pasha—disguised as janitor Elias Porter—bides his time in the break room, awaiting his chance to infiltrate Project Glow-Up, the top-secret gamma bomb experiment. As he observes the key players—Bruce Banner, Betty Ross, General Ross, and the enigmatic Adam Brashear—Pasha finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Brashear, rumored to be Kennedy’s personal envoy. Meanwhile, Samuel Sterns, a man with his own hidden agenda, looms as a potential threat. The air is thick with tension, secrets, and the stirrings of something world-changing.
Something is about to go very wrong in the 60s. |
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Thu, Feb 14, 1963: The break room smelled of stale coffee and cigarette smoke, a haze of light seeping through the slatted blinds on the single narrow window. A tinny radio on the counter played a crackling ballad by Patsy Cline, barely audible over the low murmur of conversations outside. The clatter of trays and cutlery echoed from the mess hall down the corridor, but here in the break room, it was a moment of quiet before the storm.
A man in a beige maintenance jumpsuit stood near the old percolator, his back to the door. His badge read Elias Porter, and his dark curls peeked out from under his cap. He moved with a casual grace, pouring a cup of coffee with one hand while slipping a sugar packet into his pocket with the other. No one paid him any mind. A janitor, a ghost in the shell of science and war.
Pasha, known in certain circles as Agent Midnight, aka the Eternal Child, let the heat of the coffee warm his fingers momentarily, the coffee went cold very quickly in his clutch as he listened. Every conversation, every footstep, every flickering of fluorescent light above—it all mattered. He was waiting. Project Glow-Up was housed within the walls of Fort Sam Houston, aka Gamma Base, behind layers of reinforced doors and classified security clearances. But security was never perfect. Not against him.
He took a slow sip, scanning the room subtly as he leaned against the counter.
Doctor Bruce Banner was somewhere within these halls, no doubt preparing for today’s experiment. The man was brilliant but too distracted, too wrapped up in his work and his affections for Doctor Betty Ross to recognize the vultures circling above. General ‘Thunderbolt’ Ross, ever the overbearing shadow, had been pacing the corridors barking orders. His daughter, Betty, was one of the few voices of reason in this chaotic crucible, but even she couldn’t quell the growing tensions. Adam Brashear, the man of science, the man of integrity, was here as well, a consultant in name but a guardian in truth.
Adam’s presence would complicated things just as much as would the presence of the Eternal Child. Brashear would theoretically be obstacle to the Eternal Child's appointed task, but the Child (Pasha) found himself intrigued by the black man who seemed to command so much respect on the base, surely there was more to him then met the eye; Rumor had it that Bashear was here on President Kennedy's request. There was something magnetic about the man—the way his mind worked, and the the way Bashear carried himself Pasha had noticed; He was handsome too. Pasha was a master of deception, but Adam Brashear made him wish, just for a moment, that he didn’t have to lie.
The radio crackled again, and a voice interrupted the song.
"In other news, President Kennedy is expected to address the nation later today regarding increased tensions in Southeast Asia..."
Pasha barely heard it. His focus was on the approaching footsteps outside.
Samuel Sterns.
A man with a mind too sharp for his own good, with fingers in places they shouldn’t be. He had the look of someone playing a very long game, and Pasha had seen men like him before. Opportunists. Survivors. A problem. The night before Pasha had almost secured the files he needed when Sterns unexpected entered the lab Pasha had worked so hard to be assigned to that night to clean; Stern's reaction to Pasha's presence told him the man was up to something. Was Sterns possibly another foreign asset? Surely Pasha couldn't be the only one.
The pieces were moving. Pasha could feel it, like the shift in air before a storm. He set his coffee down, fingers tingling with the faintest echo of darkforce energy. Just a little longer. Then he would make his move.
And then, the world would change.
I need a very tight short summary
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Participants:
Blue Marvel w-1, Doctor Ross w-2, Hulk w-3, Doctor Ross p-4, MidKnight p-5
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Monk
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Backstory: MAELSTROM 3 | 3 | 3
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2:23 PM
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| Fri, Jun 26, 2015: On a warm, humid June night in Fort Lee, New Jersey, Karl Clover and his childhood friend Neal walk through the lively downtown streets on their way to a movie. Karl subtly uses his powers to keep the air around them comfortably dry. The city is alive—cars inch through traffic, a police officer hands out tickets, vendors sell hot dogs and balloon animals, and the night sky glows reddish from the streetlights below. Their conversation is cut short by the sound of glass shattering nearby. Neal, ever the one pushing Karl to embrace the idea of being a hero, urges they check it out, despite Karl’s resistance to that role. |
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Fri, Jun 26, 2015: Late June in Fort Lee wrapped the city in its usual sticky warmth, the kind of night that clung to skin and turned sidewalks into slow-moving rivers of restless people. But the oppressive humidity didn’t touch the space around Neal and Carl. The air was noticeably drier, cooler—like an invisible breeze traveled with them, skimming along their path. It was subtle, but Neal recognized it for what it was: Carl working his quiet magic again.
He never made a show of it. That wasn’t Carl’s way.
The two of them walked side by side down Main Street, the neon glow of shop signs and flashing marquees coloring the pavement in flickers of violet, amber, and teal. The sidewalks were alive with chatter and movement—families out for late dinners, couples meandering hand-in-hand, and teens loitering near corner stores, all half-glazed from the heat. A street vendor barked orders over the hiss of his grill, handing out hot dogs like tickets to salvation. A few feet away, a balloon artist twisted latex into animals and swords for a crowd of giggling kids, their laughter floating up into the pinkish haze of the low clouds above.
The reddish tint of the sky—half-clouds lit by a thousand streetlamps—made it look like the whole city was under glass, glowing faintly from within. A cop a few cars down was writing parking tickets with the slow resolve of someone who didn’t want to be doing it but knew he’d be there all night. Cars crawled through the street like beetles under a heat lamp, headlights pooling over the crosswalks.
Neal kept pace with Carl, throwing him the occasional glance. The guy had always carried himself like he was bracing for something—shoulders just slightly tense, eyes a little too sharp for someone who claimed to want nothing to do with any kind of “hero” life. Neal knew the story: Carl was the kind of hard-luck kid who never had much handed to him, the kind who learned too early how to keep his head down and not ask for anything. Even now, with abilities most people would kill for, he treated them like a burden—something to manage, not use.
Still, Neal saw through that act. He’d known Carl too long to miss the way he quietly made things easier for people—dry air, cooled breeze, always just enough to make someone’s day better without them noticing. That was the kind of hero Carl didn’t think counted. But Neal did.
He was about to say something—probably another low-key nudge toward embracing that fact—when a loud crash split the air. The sound of glass shattering bounced off the buildings, sharp and unmistakable. Conversations faltered, a few people turned their heads, but no one moved to investigate.
Neal didn’t hesitate.
“You hear that?” he said, already adjusting his path toward the side street where the noise had come from. He didn’t wait for a reply. “We should check it out.”
He glanced back once, a half-smile tugging at his face—not cocky, just expectant.
It wasn’t the first time they’d stumbled across something that didn’t sit right. And every time, Carl dragged his feet. Said it wasn’t their business. Said someone else could handle it. But Neal never stopped hoping, never stopped believing his friend could be more than what life had tried to shape him into.
This time wouldn’t be any different… unless it was. |
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Neal Wattson p-1, Maelstrom w-2
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Big in the 60s: Closed for Maintenance 3 | 3 | 3
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| Thu, Feb 14, 1963: Pasha waits alone in the break room, a modest meal and two paper cups set out. Behind a sign reading Closed for Maintenance, he battles anxious thoughts—about Adam’s presence, his eyes, and the pull he feels toward him. He wonders what life might be like if he were free, not a spy. Nervous but hopeful, he pours the vodka and waits. |
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Thu, Feb 14, 1963: The sign on the break room door read Closed for Maintenance—a small lie that no one would question. Not here, not from him. Pasha sat at the furthest table, brown bag lunch open in front of him: a modest sandwich, a crinkled bag of chips, bottled water, and a small metal flask with two plain paper cups placed beside it, like a quiet offering.
He hadn’t even taken a bite.
The room was still, but inside him—chaos.
Fingers tapped idly against the table as he stared at the doorway, waiting. Would he come? He’d said he would. Doctor Adam Bashear did not strike him as the sort of man who made casual promises. No, he was something else entirely—bigger than the walls around him, than the whispers that clung to his name.
Pasha’s eyes wandered over the table, then to the dull fluorescent lights above, then drifted again to the flask. His thumb ran over the edge of the paper cup, back and forth. He didn’t drink often—not when he needed control. But tonight felt like the kind of night one might need something warm in the chest.
What was it about Adam Bashear?
It wasn’t just the body—though yes, God help him, that didn’t hurt. It was the weight he carried, the way silence bent around him. Not like fear... like gravity. Like the air itself knew to make room.
And those eyes. Pasha had replayed them more than once since that first encounter. Sharp, but not cruel. Calm, but not detached. Eyes that seemed to see.
A different life flashed across his mind—one where there were no chains of ideology, no handlers waiting for updates, no careful rehearsals of lies woven into truth. Just... freedom. To be curious. To be seen. Maybe even... to want.
His jaw tensed. He glanced at the door again. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for tonight. Conversation? Connection? Maybe just another moment with someone who made the world feel bigger—and made him feel, if only for a second, a little more real.
He reached for the flask, uncapped it, and poured a small measure into each cup. Just in case.
Then he sat back, nervous energy coiled beneath stillness, and waited. |
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Blue Marvel w-1, Doctor Ross w-2, Hulk w-3, Doctor Ross p-4, MidKnight p-5
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The Inaugural Class: The Past, The Present, The Future 3 | 3 | 3
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| Fri, Sep 18, 2015: The Champions’ Training Facilities are part of the larger Avengers Compound in Upstate New York, located near the Hudson River. Section C is a dedicated micro-campus within the compound, consisting of three main buildings: a high-tech Training Facility, an Educational Center for academic learning, and a Co-ed Dormitory (with gender-separated rooms). The area is designed for both combat and academic growth, with shared spaces and scenic surroundings that support community and reflection. |
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Fri, Sep 18, 2015: Nestled in the expansive landscape of Upstate New York, the Avengers Compound stood as a testament to modern architecture and technological advancement. Originally a Stark Industries warehouse, Tony Stark transformed it into the New Avengers Facility after the Battle of Sokovia. The main building, characterized by sleek glass facades and minimalist design, housed cutting-edge laboratories, training rooms, and living quarters for the Avengers. Surrounding the central structure were auxiliary buildings, each serving specialized functions, all interconnected by well-maintained pathways and green spaces.
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Adjacent to the main compound, Section C functioned as a dedicated micro-campus for the Champions' training program. This area comprised three primary structures: the Training Facility, the Educational Center, and the Co-ed Dormitory.
The Training Facility was a state-of-the-art complex equipped with advanced simulation rooms, combat arenas, and fitness centers designed to hone the abilities of young heroes. Its exterior featured reinforced materials, ensuring safety during rigorous training sessions.
Next to it, the Educational Center stood as a hub for academic learning. Classrooms equipped with the latest technology facilitated courses on ethics, law, diplomacy, and sciences, emphasizing the importance of knowledge alongside physical prowess. Lecture halls and study lounges provided spaces for collaborative learning and individual study.
The Co-ed Dormitory offered comfortable living spaces for trainees. While the building accommodated all genders, individual rooms were assigned based on gender to ensure privacy. Common areas, including lounges and kitchens, fostered a sense of community among the residents.
The entire Section C campus was meticulously planned, with landscaped gardens, walking paths, and recreational areas, promoting both physical and mental well-being. Its proximity to the serene waters of the Hudson River provided a picturesque backdrop, allowing trainees moments of reflection amid their demanding schedules. |
Participants:
Chant p-1, Maelstrom n-2
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midKnight
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Country Two Step 3 | 3 | 3
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8:08 PM
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| Fri, Sep 18, 2015: Pasha arrives at the Champions Initiative headquarters — a highly secure, high-tech facility busier than a super-max prison — on assignment from S.H.I.E.L.D. The grounds are alive with activity: trucks come and go, agents move with purpose, and maintenance crews work the lawns. Dressed in his SHIELD uniform, Pasha stands tense and reflective, awaiting a reunion with Dr. Adam Brashear, the Blue Marvel, who now serves as the senior advisor to the Champions. The wind stirs, echoing the weight of their shared past and the uncertain future ahead. |
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Fri, Sep 18, 2015: walls of the Champions compound with a hum that underscored the pulse of the day. It was the kind of breeze that reminded people to stand tall, to stay alert — not just because of the chill it carried, but because of the weight of the place.
The sky above held a patchwork of scattered clouds, moving steadily across a blue dome brushed faintly with haze. The sun filtered through in soft, golden bursts, illuminating the wide expanse of the facility's perimeter. It was 72 degrees by the last internal readout, warm but not balmy, a steady contrast to the chill in the wind.
Beneath that sky, the Champions Initiative base unfolded like a well-oiled machine — sprawling and quiet, but never still. Towering walls of reinforced alloy steel and layered vibranium composites ringed the entire complex, standing sentinel with a presence more formidable than any super-max prison. Cameras tracked every angle. Drones circled in lazy loops overhead, quiet and distant, but always watching. Even the silence seemed regulated.
Within the walls, the grounds were a picture of organized precision. Trailer trucks rumbled in and out through the southern gate, escorted by discreet SHIELD transport units, their movements logged and timed down to the second. Near the east barracks, a pair of tractors traced wide circles across the lawns, guided by operators in black SHIELD fatigues. The low, steady whine of engines added a steady rhythm to the background noise. Around the main quad, personnel strode with intent, some in civilian attire, others in variant uniforms denoting rank or role — their footsteps forming an unspoken cadence of coordination.
In this well-guarded nexus of tomorrow’s defenders, Pasha stood at the edge of the quad, freshly assigned, yet seasoned by battles most wouldn’t speak of.
He cut a subtle figure — composed, but tense. His standard SHIELD uniform blended practicality with edge: black jeans tucked into sturdy boots, a dark navy Woolly Pully sweater hugged his lean frame, its thick knit textured and lined with black nylon epaulets at the shoulders and matching elbow patches. A pen pocket sat neatly over his chest, right beneath the embroidered SHIELD emblem — small but unmistakable.
There was a tension to his stance, though he tried to mask it. Shoulders squared, eyes forward — but every so often, his fingers twitched at his sides, betraying the low thrum of nerves underneath. Pasha was used to being deployed, used to danger, used to keeping things locked down. But today wasn't about action — not yet. Today was about something else.
Memories. Legacy. And the man he’d once known, now a living monument walking among gods.
Pasha exhaled slowly, watching as another group of cadets jogged past on a training run. His eyes tracked them for a beat, but his thoughts were elsewhere. He’d been assigned to the Champions Initiative just hours ago. And now he was waiting for the man who would decide where he fit into this new structure — if at all.
Dr. Adam Brashear.
The Blue Marvel.
The man who once shouldered more weight than the country that created him.
Pasha’s posture didn’t shift, but inside, he felt the ground stir beneath his boots. Whatever came next would be built on what they’d shared — and what they’d lost.
And just like that, the wind returned, tugging lightly at his sweater and rushing through the quad once more — as if reminding him that time, like history, always moved forward. |
Participants:
Blue Marvel w-1, midKnight p-2
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