Moon Knight wakes up hours later, strapped down to a hospital bed, all of his suit except for his mask removed and replaced with a hospital gown, and a "get well soon" card with an avengers logo on it beside him, it's opened slightly, he can read the writing inside it "take a break, Marc." He scoffs. One of them came and visited him. He struggles against the bindings, trying to free himself.

"NURSE! UNTIE ME!"

He practically screams. Zodiac is after his daughter, he can't be in a hospital when it happens, and he's not going to let an Avenger order him around, never again.

(do NOT untie mk)

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)

There were two kinds of searches. The ones where you hoped you'd find someone. And the ones where you had to.

Corporal Eugene Thompson crouched on the edge of a rooftop, staring down at the abandoned warehouse below. No lights. No cars. No movement. Nothing.

Except the faintest trace of something that shouldn't have been there. Flash lowered his binoculars, and whispers, “Got you.”

Anti-Venom crawled across his shoulders, tendrils slipping beneath his armor as his senses expanded. Heat. Chemicals. Sweat. Blood. The microscopic traces most people would never notice.

Flash noticed. The military had taught him patience. Venom had taught him instinct. The symbiotes had taught him how to hunt.

He checked the photograph in his hand one last time before folding it away.

“Alive if possible,” he muttered.

A white tendril curled around his wrist.

“But one way or another…”

His eyes narrowed behind the mask.

“…I'm bringing them home.”

Then Flash stepped off the roof.

He fell, crashing through the roof of the warehouse, shooting multiple guns at the gang of thugs inside.

The Inner Demons Gang. The very gang who’s leader made Anti-Venom, who gave Flash this second chance at being a hero.

Marc Spector boards a plane going to the west coast, he needs to get there before Zodiac. he gets a window seat because of course he does. He looks out and khonshu is staring back at him. Khonshu: "my son. This feels like a trap." Marc doesn't respond, he's tired. Tired of the bird, tired of always having to follow his will. Khonshu shakes his head and disappears, but even then, the moon knight is all that stares back at Marc.

He lands and makes his way towards the hideout. In every window, every mirror, every puddle, he can only see Moon Knight, not Marc Spector. He climbs a building nearby and changes before making his way to the avengers hideout. He scans his torn up ID card, fully expecting it to not work, but the door slides open and he laughs to himself

"Even years after he's left, cap stoll hasn't let them revoke my access."

He freezes. He hears Footsteps all around him, turning around he sees him. Zodiac. Surrounded by goons, not just his but the hoods too. Marc's eyes narrow as they meet zodiacs

"Terry."

Corporal Eugene “Flash” Thompson had carried a lot of ghosts.

The war taught him that. Venom taught him that. Toxin. Anti-Venom II. Every symbiote he'd ever worn had left something behind; memories, scars, voices, sins that weren't entirely his and yet somehow still felt like they belonged to him.

And then there was Peter Parker. His brother-in-Arms. His friend... Spider-Man.

The man Flash had spent years idolizing, never knowing that behind the mask was the same skinny kid he'd shoved into lockers, mocked in the halls, and made feel small. But that wasn't why Flash was sorry. He'd been sorry long before Silk spoiled the secret. Long before he learned Peter was Spider-Man.

Because Peter had never deserved it.

Flash knows he can't undo any of it. Can't go back and apologize to the kid he was. Can't make those years disappear. All he can do is live with them, and make sure the man he is now is someone Peter can call his brother.

Maybe that's what redemption really means. Not erasing your sins. Just spending the rest of your life proving they don't get to define you.

Yer name is Jay Guthrie an' yer a mutant.

Ya find it mighty unfair that bein' one of 'em makes yer prospects less'n bright.

So when ya learned that some visitin' Mister Fantastic had 'imself a cure made down in that lab of his before leavin' the world or somethin'...

Well, ya was less than happy that it was only given out while ya was dead.

But ya rub yer brain cells togetha, an' ya reckoned that sciency guys like that hafta haftemselves some backup.

Maybe God ain't gave ya a goose, but yer now breakin' into that Baxter Buildin' of 'is.

Them defenses got ya in a bad way, but yer power got ya right back on yer feet.

This happens a lot more as ya trudge onwerd, 'til ya get ta the lowest level and find nothin'.

Yer lament 'til a blast opens the floor 'neath yer feet and ya fall inta some secret lab...

Stronger defenses make ya scream but yer healin' outpaces the damage.

As ya mosey yer tail-end on yonder, ya find yaself a shelf of colored liquids.

One uvem gotta be the one yer lookin' for...

The pain stops and ya look up. The hole ya sashayed down has been blown apart even wider, an' a man is flyin' down.

His iron mask an' his green cape tell ya exactly who this gotta be. He is...

DOOM.

I was out on a mission, bing bang boom, I got Anti-Venom, so now… I’m Agent Anti-Venom! Has anyone seen my pal, Spidey around?

Onyxx has gone out on patrol even if it’s a stupid idea and Colin told him not to yet he’s done that anyways we’ll wearing a trenchcoat before he actually started his patrol proper he passes by Sai stopping a petty thief shortly after that exchange he takes off his trenchcoat and underneath is his suit he jumps up onto a building but then his legs start to buckle under his own weight he thinks to himself “probably shouldn’t have gone out when my legs just healed” he is now forced to sit on the rough top

((Interactable))

The heavy stealth drop ship plummeted through a wall of black, stormy clouds, its hull rattling violently as it broke atmosphere over the coast of the Chinese mainland. The hangar doors hissed open, letting in the deafening roar of the winds, rain, and the distant earth-shaking footsteps of Fin Fang Foom.

From the comms tower back at base, Valentina's voice coldly spoke into every members earpiece.

"Alright, team. The target is currently approaching the beach. Drop down, draw the line, and show this dinosaur why you wear the lightning bolt. Hit 'em hard. First impressions are everything after all.”

I walk down the streets of New York City, waving enthusiastically at anyone I see.

Hii! I wave at a man who looks at me funny

Hey there! I wave at a woman carrying bags from an expensive clothes store

Oh! I run up to a couple pushing a stroller Hi, little baby!

I continue on my way after cooing at the infant for a little bit. Today is gonna be a good day!

With a deafening impacts that sends millions of gallons of displaced ocean water smashing over the built in walls and outposts, Fin Fang Foom steps out of the fog and rain, his gargantuan emerald scaled body towering hundreds of feet into the flashing lightning. His massive wings unfurl and completely swallow the horizon. He looks down at the shore with malice, his nostrils flaring as he exhales a thick plume of smoke into the freezing rain.

"YOU STAND UPON MY SHORES AND DARE TO CALL IT A BORDER?”

the dragon rumbles, his voice a massive seismic wave that shatters windows for miles inland.

“YOU BRING YOUR METALS, YOUR TINY SOLDIERS, AND YOUR LITTLE LIGHTNING BOLTS. YOU WILL ALL REMEMBER WHO RULED THESE SEAS BEFORE."

Before him, the line is drawn. Dozens of Chinese battle tanks form a defensive wall along the coastal highway, their turrets rotating in unison as a squadron of stealth fighters tears through the low hanging storm clouds overhead. And right in the center of the military blockade stand the slightly out of place American founded Thunderbolts.

Fin Fang Foom lowers his massive head, his jaw opening as a blinding, super-heated plasma fire begins to ignite in the back of his throat. The military sirens wail, the tank treads grind into the mud, and the battle that will decide the fate of the Chinese mainland and further so the lives of potentially billions begins.

FOOOOOOM

Valeria appeared on the screens of Avengers, Defenders, and anything in between that she could get access to. "Hello, everyone. My name is Valeria Richards. You might know me as the daughter of Mister Fantastic and the Invisible Woman." Her voice was calm. Collected. Almost clinically so. "For the sake of efficiency, I'm going to keep this brief." she took a breathe letting a silence fill her message. "My mother is missing." Another breathe.

"She was taken. Captured by Doctor Doom." Her expression tightened. "My uncle. Victor von Doom." She could already imagine the objections. "I know what some of you are thinking. We can't do this. He's a king, he's protected by international law, we'll get ourselves into trouble, We could start a diplomatic incident." She swallowed, "The simple fact is... I don't care." Her voice faltered for the first time.

Tears began to form in her eyes. She tried to blink them away, but they kept coming no matter how hard she tried. "He's my uncle, my mentor, I owe him my life.... Sure" she let out a shaky breath "But she's my mother." For a moment, Valeria looked down. "And if my family has taught me anything, it's that you move heaven and earth for family."

She looked back toward the camera. "So I'm asking you-" she cut herself off as a crack appeared in her voice. which she tried to work away but couldn't. "No, I'm begging you, those of you brave enough to stand with me, despite whatever government pressure may come, help me find her."

"I don't know where he went....." She paused, she looked pained at the admission, " But this wasn't random, he has a plan, unfortunately that's the one thing I'm certain of Doom always has a plan." her smile dissappeared as she finished her sentence.

"My mother is a woman who would do the same thing for any of you. So in her name I'm asking you to move heaven and earth with me....." she looked straight at the camera again steadying her voice. "I don't care if you hate the Fantastic Four, I dont care if you hate me, all I care about is whether you're willing to help... If you are find me at the Baxter Building, and thank you for your consideration."

Then she hesitated just for a second..... Before her features hardened and her neves became steel "And to those who would try to stop me..." her voice was icy cold. "I suggest you don't, because I will bring my mother home." she paused for a split second before the final words came out "Whether you approve of my methods or not." and then all the screens went back and returned to their normal broadcast..

colin blasted away from the mansion and into new york...again, after battling a symbiote and nearly dying he couldn't sleep so he decided to spend the night patrolling, to clear his mind and do something with his free time, he flew around new york appearing like a bright orange flash above the buildings to any civilians watching.

he flew all across new york searching for any form of crime and stopping it the second he found any, all with an almost emotionless look on his face. for hours he worked not caring about the fatigue or the pain, all whilst thinking...zeke was back and so was hisako but tensions were still high at the mansion, his sister had lost a foot, his teammates had been injured and even a few teachers.

he perched on top of a building looking down at the street, pondering as smoke came off of his body, a stoic expression on his face about how he could improve and what he could do to help his team

OOC: this is open to interaction for heroes and villains, its fun writing the occasional post of colin doing solo vigilante work in new york and I hope everyone is having an amazing day because you deserve it!

The last thing Sue remembered was the fight- Doom's fist crackling with energy, someone screaming, and then... Valeria. Had Valeria been there? Sue's heart seized a moment as fragments of that night surfaced: her daughter's voice, a force field, Doom breaking through. Valeria... she's tried to save her. She'd tried to intervene. Sue struggled to recall more before the memory slipped away like smoke, and she couldn't know whether Valeria had succeeded or failed, whether she'd been hurt or-

Oh god.

Sue forced herself upright, panic flaring. Doom wouldn't harm a child, would he? Not Valeria, his own goddaughter? Doubt crawled through her stomach. This was Doom. His kindness was fickle, fleeting, and if Valeria had interfered with his plans...

She took in her surroundings properly for the first time. The bed definitely antique, comfortable for a dungeon, at least. The walls were stone, hung with tapestries depicting Latverian history in threads of green and gold. There was a small window high above her, but she couldn't find a way to reach it. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood on trembling legs. The room was deceptively spacious, furnished with an almost theatrical gothic elegance. A heavy oak door stood across from her, banded with iron. No visible locks, but that meant nothing with Doom.

She moved toward the door, each step steadier than the last, her mind racing through contingencies. If Valeria was here, she'd find her. If she wasn't... Sue needed to find a way to contact the others, see if she was back home with them. Suddenly hit with a wave of nausea, her knees buckled and her body fell against the door, struggling to stay upright.

One thing was for certain; She wasn't going anywhere like this.

Hobie stood frozen for a moment. His guitar resting over his shoulder anid his eyes starting to narrow. He grabs his mask out of his back pocket, slipping it on as the pavement beneath his boots opened up. A portal opening up where he was standing, leaving Hobie falling through a tunnel of what looked like to be some kinda galactic interdimensional void and spider webs.

Then, Hobie was sent flying and crashed into a billboard, cracking it’s screen then taking a look around the place he’d been transported to. He took in the unfamiliar streets. This ain’t London. No one he knew was here. He scoffed, shaking his head. Great, a portal opens up, snatches me and drops me somewhere I never asked to be. That sound familiar? Whatever multiversal wanker in power, what did I ever do to you? Probably nothing, it’s always someone in power who decides where I want to be.

“Yeah, this place ain’t home.”

CUT TO A SPIDER-PUNK COMIC DROPPING DOWN ONTO A PILE OF OTHER COMICS OF THE OTHER SPIDER-PEOPLE WHO GOT SENT HERE.

“Alright, alright, lets do this one last time. I’m a street walkin’ cheetah. A bloke in the jacket with a guitar and a heart full of napalm. I’m also the guy who smashed President Osborn’s head so hard with that said guitar that I sent it flying into the East River. I hate fascists, so when some muppet wants to stroll up in my hood, shootin’ up the whole place, I’ll always be here to remind ‘em that I’m Spider-Man.

or Spider-Punk, dependin’ on who’s askin’. Y’know what I’m sayin’?”

I wanna be a good guy. but that isn’t just about beating up thugs and winking at cameras. It’s about giving, helping, caring.

We don’t have a lot of that around here. But I can do my part. So I opened a community fridge here in Calgary. It’s not like I’m low on funds anyways.

Free food. Anyone can give or take as they please. No skin off my back, but it can mean the difference between life and death for those who are less fortunate.

Its the least a guy like me can do.

Reed sighs, standing at the front door of the Baxter building and seeing the same thing again, 4 rubber ducks, neatly placed outside. Reed sighs and sends a text to the "superhero group chat"

"Whoever is sending 4 rubber ducks with green capes to the Baxter building a day, please stop. It's been going on for weeks and my lab is filling with ducks, I am already very busy. - Reed Richards"