Home is Where The Heart is

[Moon Knight]

The rumble of the Quinjet’s engine was like music to Moon Knight’s ears. Had a month seriously passed since the events of the prison in Impel Down? Perhaps time here in the Omniverse was different from back home on Earth. Or maybe that cramped cell really was a time capsule. It didn’t really matter though. They were finally free, out at last from that wretched hell hole the Empire called prison. 

Adjusting his seat, Marc leaned forward, took off his mask and placed it on the inbuilt table beside him. His face still unshaven from the passing of time at the prison, he kept a stern face as his mind raced with thoughts. 

Out of prison, yes, done. A base? No, burned down- Damn Hydra. Maybe Jarvis fixed the problem. This Quinjet looks fancier than normal, maybe he did. Hydra, they’re still out there but where? At this rate, we could be attacked again. Perhaps it’s time we looked for more members, maybe I should try that Dataverse thing I heard about? 

Thinking are we? Khonshu intruded.

Yes. Marc replied back, hoping the Moon God would go back to whatever part of his mind it came from.

Your last thought, it is a splendid idea. The more members we have the better odds there are to defend ourselves and make ease of our enemies. Oh, Marc, I’m starting to like this idea of team-ups. Why haven’t we done this more often? 

Because we didn’t work well with others. 

Nonsense! We play well with everyone!... The brutal and violent way. 

“Where are we headed?” He said, turning towards Jarvis. 

Jarvis shot his head toward Spector, giving him his full attention. 

“While everyone was incarcerated I took the liberty to arrange several things, one of them being the construction of a new base: the Avengers mansion if you will. The other thing is that, in your absence, a branch of Shield has been kickstarted.” 

“Nick Fury is here?” 

“No. Like I said, I took the liberty to arrange things.” 

“Well, congratulations… Director.” 

Marc took a second to look at the other teammates. How did Tony and Rogers do this? Leading a small team was something but branching out into a larger group was different. It was going to take everything he had to make sure everything involving the team went smoothly. 

Something like a civil war could end the peace-keeping force at their current state.     

“Could there possibly be a Dataverse machine anywhere beside the tower?” 

“I’m sure there’s one on the streets beside it, yes. May I ask why though?” Jarvis said.

“Let’s just say we’re going to hold some auditions. The teams looking a bit… light.”     

“Ah. Of course. Might I suggest a formal meeting? It’s been a while and could go a long way in helping deal with Hydra and other Avengers duties. Of course, before we do something like that, the others should get situated in their new home.” 

“Right on all accounts,” Marc said slipping his mask back on as the jet made touchdown with the Mansion’s helipad.    

-

Marc brought the razor down along his face, shaving off a bit of the rough beard he grew in the prison. His brown eyes locked onto the face in the mirror. 

Marc couldn’t help but remember how long it had been since his face had been in a state such as that. It was all those years ago when he was a broken and defeated man. To think back then things were actually easier. Back then he had a chance with a girl and his best friend wasn’t in any real danger. Damn It, he could kill to have Marlene in his arms, just to be with her one more time. Why? Why did he bring Frenchie into all this? The man had a husband and a restaurant, he didn’t deserve this madness and confusion. 

This Omniverse, it’s a weird and mysterious place. A place in need of hope. Perhaps the Avengers could be that hope? A torch in the dark pointing the way to the light, to a better place. 

Wrapped up with the shaving, Spector grabbed a hot towel and rubbed his face with it before looking in the mirror one more time. The face in the mirror now, the face of a new man. A reborn state of his current self. 

-

"You know, back home we usually had snacks before discussing how badly things turned out. Your debriefings are sorta... boring." Centurion mussed putting his hands behind his head. 


"What do you expect son? Not everything is action and glory." Dick said leaning forward in his chair.

Cade's confidence wavered and he looked down at the table, thoughts wandering back to the testing chamber. "I know. Just trying to lighten the mood."

Angel slumped in her chair. "Why are me and Cade even here? We're not part of whatever costumed group you guys are in."
     
"Hey, I slaved hours over this outfit. Do you know how hard it is to get your hands on alien nano-fibers where I'm from?" Cade smirked putting a hand on Angel's shoulder gently. "And hey, you're a good person, you'll fit right in."

“Focus people!” Marcus shouted butting in. 

Jarvis replayed the footage of the previous fight with Centurion. “All this right here proves it, the team needs training or at least time to get in shape and work together in the field.” 

“I can agree with that but I don’t see how training is a good idea right now. What we need is more members and take the fight to Hydra.” Moon Knight said placing both hands on the table. 

“And what I’m saying is if we go out there unprepared the situation could turn out far worse than the last one, like serious injury or… Death. What do all of you think?”  Jarvis turned to the others. 

Dick nodded in agreement. “I completely agree.” 

“As do I.” Ratione chimed in. 


 "Taking the fight to the bad guys sounds good to me..." Cade paused, seemingly waiting for something. "Huh... usually someone butts in and spouts some basic human logic and keeps me from diving headfirst into danger. Not sure how I feel about this..."


“What about you Marcus?” Dick asked turning to the terminator. 

Marcus placed a hand to his head “Hydra’s quickly becoming a pain in our ass, but a plan is better than spending time in an imperial prison.”   Marcus was already annoyed at the idea of going back to a prison cell. “I agree as well.”

Jarvis pointed to everyone. “There we have it, most of us agree. Sometime this week we should have a training session. I mean look at it from this standpoint it’s only training we’re only going to get better.” 

“Is you say so, meeting dismissed. Everyone continue as if you were at home.”

[The Vision]

Mr. Jarvis crossed his fingers and smiled warmly.

"Hello."

Centurion sat at the other end of the table. This was meant to be an interrogation room, one-way mirror, uncomfortable chairs and a stainless-steel table included. He was still in his power armor, twiddling his thumbs.

"Hi."

Mr. Jarvis pulled out folders from his briefcase (which Centurion had somehow not noticed before) and placed them on the table. He opened one of them, pulling out papers and pulling a pen from his inside pocket.

"Apologies," the butler smiled, "I'm old-fashioned."

Mr. Jarvis uncapped the pen, licking the tip. He shuffled in his seat.

"So," Mr. Jarvis said, "What is your name?"

"The Centurion."

"Your... real name?"

The adolescent continued to stare. He tipped his head sideways a little before replying, "Just the Centurion."

"Ah. Secret identity?"

"I'd like to think so."

Mr. Jarvis nodded, scribbling on his paper.

"Age?"

The Centurion looked at him. It was hard to read his expression under the mask, but Mr. Jarvis had an idea what he was thinking.

"Are you older than 18?"

"Yes," Centurion replied, "Though... does that matter anymore?"

"Little things, young man," Mr. Jarvis responded, "Any history of illnesses, physical or mental?"

"Counting injuries?"

"Especially injuries," Mr. Jarvis nodded, "But only injuries with long-lasting effects."

"Well, let's see, I broke my arm in this fight with an evil..."

***

"Some standard injuries," Dick Howland answered, "You know, bruises and things."

"Never diagnosed with more serious injuries?"

"Yes."

"And you were always cleared for combat?"

"Um," Dick paused, "Never had anyone check, but I should be fine."

"I see," Mr. Jarvis said, scribbling in his notes, "And what abilities do you have?"

"I can tap into a... a source of energy," Dick explained, "And uh... it helps me go faster... I become stronger..."

"And shoot lasers, if you will?"

"Yeah," Dick said, "Basically."

"What else?" Mr. Jarvis asked, scribbling in his notes.

***

Angel Fisher pursed her lips thoughtfully as Mr. Jarvis watched her. She brushed her cyan hair out of her eyes and looked away slightly. Mr. Jarvis breathed in deeply before speaking.

"Psychic."

"What makes you think that?" Angel's response was grumpy. "I just... know stuff about certain people."

Mr. Jarvis nodded, scribbling in his notes.

"I understand, Ms. Fisher, but that particular ability isn't unusual. We can have facilities installed for any potential of mental powers. I imagine Professor Xavier had shared some of these designs with Mr. Stark before-"

Mr. Jarvis looked up at Angel's confused face.

"Ah, of course," Mr. Jarvis nodded, "Anyways, what are your feelings on the Empire after this... predicament?"

***

"Predicament?" Centurion snapped, standing up, "They arrested us – for doing their jobs – and tortured us! They make money out of oppressing people. That's exactly the kind of people that need to be taken down. We need to destroy this- this- this corrupt- this evil- GAH"

Mr. Jarvis, a little worried for his safety as Centurion ranted, subtly put the Iron Butler armor on standby and scribbled in his notes.

***

"They still have Dust," Angel mourned, "How can they arrest Dust? He's like... I mean he's so..."

"Good?"

"He's the best at what he does," Angel concluded, "They- They SHOULDN'T BE ABLE TO CAPTURE HIM. I mean, Cade I understand. Under all that armor, he's just a cute cinnamon roll-"

"Pardon?"

"-but how could they capture an EMOTIONLESS KILLING MACHINE LIKE DUST?!"

Mr. Jarvis scribbled in his notes.

***

Dick scowled. "I guess... I don't like what I'm seeing."

"In that?"

"There's a lot of surveillance," Dick shrugged, "But, hey. If that's what the Empire thinks the people needs... I don't get involved in politics."

"But you were unjustly arrested by them, wouldn't you say?"

"Unjustly?" Dick said, "Maybe. But we're vigilantes. A place like this... It's understandable, in my opinion."

"You're not angry?"

"Not really," Dick shrugged.

Mr. Jarvis scribbled in his notes.

***

"And- And they blame it on the riot? What kind of sick bastards are-"

"Language, please."

"Sorry," Centurion said. The comment seemed to sober him a little. He sat down. "I get a little... riled up."

"I understand," Mr. Jarvis said, "Let's do a thought exercise. If you were to see agents of the Empire being oppressive toward others, and you were under direct – temporary, but direct – orders to not intervene from either me, the Moon Knight or the Vision... how would you react?"

"I'd stop them," Centurion said, matter-of-factly.

"What if we were in the middle of a sensitive, covert mission that would lead to dismantling the corrupt parts of the regime?"

"Parts? The whole Empire is corrupt. Everyone who benefits from it."

Mr. Jarvis cleared his throat. "Regardless. If you knew that your actions would ultimately hinder a more substantial delivery of justice?"

Centurion hesitated. "Then... Then I would have to let it go. But only if I were sure."

"And if you disagreed with our judgement?"

Centurion hesitated again. "Not my place."

Mr. Jarvis' eyebrows twitched as he scribbled in his notes.

***

"Oh, I'm not fighting."

Mr. Jarvis raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"I was under the impression that you wished to join the team."

"Please,” Angel corrected, her attitude one of venom, “I’m just here to make sure Cade doesn’t get his butt into anything too dangerous for him to handle."

"Ah," Mr. Jarvis nodded, "Well, if the Centurion were to agree, then yes. Friends and family are allowed to stay in the mansion."

***

"Oh, totally," Centurion said, much more relaxed now that the difficult questions were over, "Angel stays with me. Not... Not with me. She'd get another room. I- you guys have other rooms, right?"

Mr. Jarvis smiled as he scribbled in his notes. Centurion leaned forward nervously.

"...right?"

***

"And what if we asked you to use lethal force?"

Dick scowled.

"I don't kill."

"If you had no other choice?"

"There is always another choice."

"That has not been my experience," Mr. Jarvis said bitterly, "Perhaps an individual has a dangerous ability that endangers the greater populace and cannot be contained. What would you do then?"

Dick shuffled uncomfortably. He didn't answer.

Mr. Jarvis scribbled in his notes.

[Marcus Wright]

A new place to live meant relative safety right? The Omniverse never really seemed to protect Marcus from knowing peace, knowing that Skynet could be out there or in another body.

After the meeting and everybody broke up to wherever, Marcus found Blair leaning her hand on the table, smirking.

Marcus’s eyes moved back to Blair’s eyes “Were you listening in?”

Blair raised a eyebrow “Of course, I’m a Avenger too, why wouldn’t I?”

Marcus turned his eyes to the new mansion “It’s… nothing. “

Blair’s smirk turned to one of annoyance as she nodded the terminator on the shoulder “Bull, what’s eating at you. And don’t say “Skynet is.” because it doesn’t exist here.”

Marcus grunts as he summons his normal leather jacket and slips it on over his shirt.

“That’s a wrong assumption, Blair, because it never fully GOES AWAY just like that. What if it slipped into Vision, or anyone else for that matter? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hurt you or another Avenger like that.

Blair was quite “Alright, I get it Marcus. You are worried about whatever happens to anybody, stop placing all the weight on your shoulders.”

“I’m here too, you know.”

“I’m going to train, alone, Blair!” as the terminator refused to change his mind as he dragged himself toward the gym.

Blair muttered something about him being stubborn as fuck sometimes and why he was stomping off like that. Something must be on his mind.

The terminator found himself down in the gym for a while as his metal cyborg fist collided with a punching bag as it flew back in response.

The man followed up with several other blows, training to get himself back in peak form. Being not strong enough was not good for the team, and how was he able to defend anyone if he was rusty.

“I have to destroy Skynet myself, it’s the only way I’ll feel satisfied. It’s the only way I know things will calm down.”

…
He couldn’t do that. If Skynet died, so did his friends, everyone he knew.

He sat on the bench and closed his eyes, rather trying to search his mechanics for problems.

Searching for skynet.exe..
Files found..

Delete skynet.exe
Error.

[The Vision]

The Vision smiled. Though this wasn’t the home he left, it was regardless good to see a residence he actually had lived in before. He felt... relief.

The Vision noted how quickly the mansion went up. How long had he been gone? His internal clock had been corrupted while he struggled in the Vasty Deeps. It seemed that the Avengers had relocated completely and even settled into their new home.

> self.setvalue density $all 0.003%
Shifting...

The android flew through the walls, his body almost translucent as his cape continued to billow behind him.

Finding the majority of the Avengers eating in the dining room, the Vision smiled at them. Two humans in advanced armor shot to their feet and entered defensive stances, while a female teenager with green-blue hair backed up warily. But the veteran members of the table stayed in their seats, watching the android’s sudden appearance incredulously.

“I’ll be damned,” Moon Knight laughed.

“What the hell is that?” the female human cried.

“That, Ms. Fisher, is the Vision,” Mr. Jarvis smiled, “Welcome home, sir.”

“Query,” Vision said, smiling profusely at the relative strangers, “What did I miss?”

***

Moon Knight, Edwin Jarvis and the android himself stood in front of the statue of Captain Rogers. The Vision had earlier plugged into one of the computers at the briefing room and absorbed all the information he could regarding the time he missed. But this megabit of data... needed a personal approach.

“You...” The Vision blinked. “You decapitated Captain Rogers.”

The Vision’s eyes flared quite literally. Moon Knight leaned back and leered at Mr. Jarvis. The butler raised his hands assuringly.

“I understand that you’re upset,” Mr. Jarvis said, “but you were not present when the Darklings were attacking the island. Captain Rogers was no longer himself. And after all, the man was a Prime. Death is not the end for us, and forgive my forwardness, but you are well aware of that, sir.”

The Vision scowled. His eyes dimmed slightly and he turned to Moon Knight.

“Forgive me, Mr. Spector,” the android continued, “He and I were close.”

“He was an inspiration to all of us,” Moon Knight growled, his voice quiet and heavy, “I didn’t want to do it. But they were gonna swarm us. Good work on stopping that, by the way.”

“I was hoping to quash the incursion at its root,” the Vision explained, “But yes, I hear the others were successful in that matter.”

“The others?”

“I fell in that battle,” the Vision replied.

Moon Knight paused as if to listen, then chuckled humorlessly. “Yes, I’d still rather not die, if you don’t mind.”

“Error: I do not know what you mean.”

Moon Knight cleared his throat. “It’s nothing.”

Mr. Jarvis leaned forward. “Mr. Vision, sir, you were gone for a year and a half. What happened?”

The Vision pondered before answering.

“I was also trapped,” the android answered, “It appears that in its manipulation of physical forces, Nebula caused time to distort as well. For you, it may seem that I was gone for a year and a half. But as far as I’m aware, that battle lasted less than an afternoon.”

Mr. Jarvis raised his eyebrows. “An afternoon?”

“Yes,” the Vision replied, “but it was an intense battle. I am... sad to hear that the settlement in which the battle took place has been completely destroyed.”

“I heard it was a town of pirates,” Moon Knight snapped, “full of thieves and murderers.”

“Be that as it may, they did not deserve the fate they suffered. Some good did come of it, however. Ms. Ferguson was there.”

“Who?” Moon Knight asked, looking at Mr. Jarvis’ pleased face.

“Blink,” the butler explained, “a mutant capable of creating small, momentary portals in space. She was one of the first Vasty Deep Avengers.”

The Vision nodded. “She’s become quite skilled since we parted ways, and seemed pleased to see me as well. Perhaps we can call upon her if need be.”

“An afternoon,” Moon Knight sighed, “in the span of year.”

The Vision nodded. “You can understand my confusion, I hope, as much as I understand yours.”

“Doing my best,” Moon Knight replied, “But I’ve been wondering, what happens now? The people inside, they’re good people who just came out of prison. And they’re my team. No offense, of course, you know I respect you.”

The Vision placed a hand on the statue of Captain America, before turning to Moon Knight, who turned to his left.

“No, YOU be quiet, I need to say this,” Moon Knight snapped before continuing, “Frankly, I don’t think I’m the leader type. Not like Rogers. I know everyone looks at me like I’m messed in the head. Maybe I am. But you’re a stranger to them, Vision. I hope you know what I’m trying to say.”

“Affirmative,” the Vision replied, “You believe that my relatively sudden appearance may cause friction within the delicate structure in the team.”

Moon Knight looked at Mr. Jarvis, who shook his head warily. The Vision laid a hand on Captain Rogers’ granite foot.

> print(“Goodbye, old friend. Until we meet again.”)
Goodbye, old friend. Until we meet again.

“I agree,” the Vision said.

Moon Knight and Edwin Jarvis looked at each other in surprise.

“You were correct to expect resistance. My emotional protocols do include ego and pride. However, they also grant me insight,” the Vision said, strolling to look at the other memorialized Avengers, “And I hope you will use yours when I say that I believe the team needs a reminder of what it stands for.”

Moon Knight stopped in his tracks and crossed his arms. “Excuse me?”

“You have been a member of the West Coast Avengers, yes,” the Vision explained, “But I have known no other life. And what I’ve learned is that, despite the name, the Avengers don’t stand for vengeance. Perhaps not even justice.”

The Vision stopped and turned to the other two. “The Avengers are protection, gentlemen. We protect the people.”

“I know that,” Moon Knight snapped.

“Of course, but you believe that justice is our priority,” Vision said, “I hold everyone’s safety above all else.”

“So do-”

“Everyone.”

The Vision tilted his head, and a hologram quivered from the Solar Gem in his forehead. It showed shaky smartphone footage of Moon Knight picking up a hovercraft and throwing it at the Centurion. The hologram faded and Moon Knight crossed his arms.

“What’s your point?”

“My point is that you recklessly endangered countless people with your actions,” the Vision said, “And while I appreciate your taking over the team-”

“Listen, Vision, we’ve had a year and a half on our belt. You weren’t here when we drove of the Darklings, you weren’t here in the prison breakout, you weren’t here when HYDRA attacked the Tower-”

“Query: HYDRA exists in the Omniverse?”

Mr. Jarvis nodded ruefully. Moon Knight scoffed.

“That’s not the point, Vision,” the vigilante continued, “You can’t just show up nearly two years later and tell me how to run a team you haven’t known for more than a day.”

The Vision twitched his eyebrows. Mr. Jarvis cleared his throat.

“Gentlemen, as strange as it may sound, I agree with both of you.”

The two superheroes turned to the butler, surprised.

“Vision, sir, with all due respect,” the old man said, “The team calls Moon Knight their leader. They don’t quite know who you are, and are not likely to be receptive of your sudden claim to captaincy.”

The butler turned to the Silver Avenger. “However, I do feel that the team needs a moral compass fueled not by fury, but by duty and compassion. The Avengers were few under the Vision’s leadership, but so were our enemies. He made many allies in the Vasty Deeps before the Tower burned, who still want to work with him. He can navigate... sensitive scenarios more deftly than the two of us combined.”

“Like what?” Moon Knight said.

“Perhaps like attacking a young man in the streets of the most oppressive government we’ve known because he was carrying an unconscious girl?” Mr. Jarvis said pointedly.

Moon Knight opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked at the Vision, who was nodding.

“This seems to be the optimal solution,” the android said, “To share the burden.”

Moon Knight scowled, but nodded. “I’ll admit, I don’t like it, but I think I’m outnumbered here.”

The Vision stuck out his hand, and Moon Knight shook it. Mr. Jarvis beamed.

“Query: do you have still have the Star Piece?”

“Recovered it at the first opportunity,” Moon Knight said, “It’s in the Mansion.”

“Excellent,” Vision said, before commenting, “I am glad you built the Mansion, Mr. Spector. It is less... ostentatious.”

Moon Knight chuckled. “The mansion is less ostentatious than the other building Stark built.”

The three men grinned at the thought. Mr. Jarvis sighed, “Yes, Mr. Stark always did have a flamboyant personality.”

“Query: is there still a training room?”

“Downstairs, why?”

The Vision looked at the lavish house. He thought of what a well-oiled machine the Avengers at home were. They wordlessly understood when to make way for a teammate or when to combine their special abilities to greater ends.

“We will need to train them how to fight as a unit,” Vision said, “Just like we did.”

The Vision looked at the mansion. Home again.

> print(“Just like we did.”)
Just like we did.

[Moon Knight]

The danger room, the last time Moon Knight was in the Danger Room he was fighting his old enemy Jack Russell, The Werewolf. Sure it was a good workout but it also lead to a Skrull slipping into the base causing him and the others question who was on who’s side. Hopefully such a thing doesn’t happen again. Hopefully there weren’t anymore Skrulls.

A Secret Invasion would be very interesting.

Not now.

Oh right, serious time, cause we’re training… You know Marc I think some training might be useful. Just think of all the times you might not get your ass kicked from it.

The Silver Avenger pushed the god’s words into the back of his mind. Crossing his arms as Vision did he waited for the rest of the team to enter the room.

“Query: how are they?”

“Pardon?” The Night Protector’s masked white eyes turning to his left narrowing to Vison’s red face.

“The team.” The android gave a smile.

“They’re… They’re Avengers material, like you and me they’re heroes. Dick, he’s like Cap: an old man out of time, battling the whole world for truth and justice. Centurion… The kid’s got heart, just like Spider-Man or Johnny Storm. He’ll be one of the greatest. And Angel, she doesn’t know it yet but she’ll become a hero as well.”

“I understand.”  Vision nodded turning his gaze back to the Danger Room’s entrance.

Stepping into the room Marcus grunted looking around the room.

“Hm… The Danger Room. The last time I did this I fought to save an injured John Conner.”

“Mr. Wright,” Vision said, making his way to the Terminator, “I’m glad to see you are in one piece.”  

"Vision, it's good to see you again. It's been a year and a half.” Marcus blinked for a second "In one piece is an understatement.  At least the second time in prison gave me time to think about things."

“I heard about what happened at the prison, I give you my condolences.”

“Yeah, I didn't want to go, but I took it for the team.”

“Reporting for duty!” Centurion shouted, rushing into the room.

“Centurion.” Moon Knight said giving a nod to the young hero. “You made it, I’m sure you’ll like what we got instore for you and the others.”

“It’s just an honor to be here, sir.”

Marc smirked under his mask. As he said before the kid had spirit. Now it was time to test his teamwork skills, just as with the rest of the team.

“Tell me youngster how do you know who I am again?” Dick asked Angel cocking his eyebrow as they both entered the Danger Room.

“Well, you’re famous from where I come from.”

“And?” Dick leaned closer to her.

“I mean where else, Earth.”

“Right... Earth.”

Clearing his throat Dick stepped over to the two leaders folding his arms.

“So comrades what are we doing here?”  

Unfolding his arms Moon Knight took a step forward observing his teammates as they gathered. This was it, training, for better or worse they needed it especially if they wanted to deal with Hydra.

“Team, you've all been gathered because it's come to my attention and to a few others that we’re in need of training so that we can function as a team. To those who are new, this is the Danger Room. Originally created by a good man by the name of Charles Xavier to train his team of mutant heroes, the X-Men. We ourselves as Avengers took liberty to make one ourselves. This thing, this machine will test you on how to work with each other in the field. The Vision and I expect the best out of everyone.”

The leather clad terminator found himself eyeing the room, like a commander eying his troops and cleared his throat “I know this might be the first time for some of you, so I can explain. This simulation is as real as you can get to actual combat. That means that your enemies feel real, hurt like real, and most of all can still kick your ass. My first experience is having real-feeling terminators smash one of my friends into a metal bear trap. His screams felt just as real.” The Terminator took a moment to let everyone soak in what he said. “Anyways, what I’m saying is that things might happen to us that might happen in real life.”

“I thought I wasn't fucking fighting?” Angel said, making sure she showed as much empathy as possible. “I’m outta here.”

Turning his gaze to Centurion, Moon Knight raised an eyebrow to show through his mask. Cade simply shrugged his shoulders in response.

“Actually, we have a better idea for you Angel. You can head up into the computer booth and accompany Jarvis with overlooking the team during the sim.”

“Sure, as long as I can mess around with the sim afterwards.” Angel retorted before continuing her way out of the Danger Room.

Folding both arms Marc turned to face the window of the computer room. Jarvis appeared in front of it giving a nod to Moon Knight and Vision.

“Alright Jarvis we're ready.”

A soft “Ding-Dong” echoed across the simulation room. Each member of the Avengers tensed up, standing ready to battle anything thrown at him. The cool voice of the Danger Room AI rung over them from each and every corner of the room.

“Simulation Objective: New York City is under attack by Hydra. Your task is to defend the city at any cost.”

A holographic image of random civilians appeared in the center of the room.

“Hazard and sub-objective: Civilians are in the line of fire, protect and save as many as you can.”

The image of civilians faded away following by the appearance of an image containing Baron Zemo and two others. The first of the two others being an old man dressed in grey, light power armor, with a hood, and a scythe for a right hand. The last one was a female with green hair, and one piece suit, in her right sporting a whip.

“Hydra super villains Baron Zemo, Grim Reaper, and Madame Hydra have taken the subway terminals hostage, stop them when you can.”

With the finishing words of the AI and “Ding-Dong” echoed through the Danger Room.

“Simulation begins in three… two… one”

The training room’s lights shut off, sending the entire team in darkness. Silence washed over each member as the only sound besides each other that could heard was hum of the simulation coming to life.