What If? Civil War: A Warrior's Rebellion

(Hello everyone, I hope you like what this story has in store. This is based on the What If? Civil War comic (please read it if you haven't), and the Watcher's explanation of the possible timeline where all the heroes fought against the Registration Act (with a few changes I've made). I hope the community will like this story, and please forgive me if this is rather…unenjoyable. I hope everyone likes this fanfic, please read and review if you so wish, I will greatly appreciate it. I admit this story will be strange at times, but I hope you all will like that too. Hope you all enjoy my story!)

Prologue

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion."

- Albert Camus

(Washington D.C., a few years after the end of the Hero rebellion)

The United States of America had changed dramatically because of the deaths of the superheroes in the country. With Henry Peter Gyrich's reelection as President of the U.S.A was easily achieved, with the defeat of the now dead heroes, his Thor clone army's constantly mounting victories, and the laws that keep the people safe everything had been assured for the people's safety. However, not everyone saw it this way or was skeptical. Connell Lewis is such a person who greatly questioned the validity of the recent actions by Gyrich. Connell is a young college student who disagreed with the Act, seeing it as disgrace of loyalty to the men and women who had saved the world itself many times over. The hunt for their heads was an aberration to Connell, but many people supported in when the Sentinels, Thor clone army, and government forces worked together to bring them down. But Connell never supported it, as it still doesn't now.

'The people divided…the sides baying for blood…you saw through it…how did you do it?' Connell thought looking up at the statue of Abraham Lincoln at the Lincoln Memorial.

Connell groaned as he rubbed his forehead, his dark bangs twisting in his hand just above his deep gray eyes. He turned around to see what one would think to be an awful sight: squads of Sentinels flying around the city, billboards stating for any superhumans and vigilantes to sign with the Registration Act or else firmly stating that it is the law, security cameras watching citizens everywhere, etc. Connell tried to be understanding in life, but he always had suspicions of the government's choice…but there wasn't much he could do. He wasn't someone who under went an experiment and gained extraordinary powers, he wasn't born with amazing gifts, etc…he was just…him. A young human who saw that there seemed to be no way of trying to have an open mindset in the world…it just seemed hopeless. New superhumans and vigilantes of all kinds were either signed with the Act, imprisoned…or…made examples of.

"Class! Follow me!" A voice called out.

Connell turned to see his college class following their professor through a visit through the iconic buildings of Washington D.C. It is in late fall-early winter at the time and everyone is tired and weary. However, Connell was looking forward to the group's last stop: The Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. After a bit of trek, they made it. They walked through the halls, some of the students not as interested in the exhibits. Connell was fascinated by what he was seeing. As they were making their way out, they saw none other than President Gyrich, his guard unity, and his newly elected Vice President, personal advisor, and Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Maria Hill. Everyone in the building ran to meet and talk with him. Connell stood a bit of a distance away, not much interested in meeting the man he didn't vote for. The man's statement that Captain America and Iron Man had killed Agent Rhodes deeply troubled him. But there was far more to his…campaigns than just that. He saw the President and Maria Hill both lock eyes with him.

"Sir? Is everything alright?" One of his guards asked.

"Bring…" Maria Hill started to say.

"No, he's just probably shy. Or maybe he's more interested in the museum." Gyrich said.

Connell then saw two of the museum's employees moving a cart with boxes loaded. However, the cart began to shake. Connell grunted as the cart was about to fall over and he ran over. He helped the two employees help catch the cart.

"Thanks, there are some important artifacts in here." One of the employees said.

As they picked the cart up to place it, a box that hadn't been taped very well fell on its side. Then something fell out of it, Connell caught it with his right hand. He studied the object: It is an ancient necklace, with the necklace's length is a metal, seemingly iron. Along the length are what seem to be curved blades tied to the necklace. The main piece or center of the necklace is made of the gemstones Black Onyx and Moonstone. It is in the form of a black shield with crossed white blades at the center.

'Wow.' Connell gasped in his mind.

He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw the amulet suddenly glow a forest green.

"Uh, are you ok?" A voice asked.

Connell looked up to see one of the employees looking at him.

"Yeah, sorry…just looking at this." Connell answered.

"What's going on here?" A voice asked.

Everyone turned to see an older woman in bout her 50s in a suit walking over to them.

"Nothing ma'am, this guy just helped us with picking up the cart. Oh, he also caught that artifact there." One of the employees answered.

"Hmm, that item was not on the forwarded shipping list of the times sent to me early this week. Hmph, it looks more like a piece of fake jewelry than an actual artifact." The woman scoffed.

"Is everything alright?" A familiar voice asked.

They turned to see the president and his entourage approaching them.

"M-Mr. P-President!" The woman gasped.

"You must be the curator of this museum. Apologies for my sudden arrival, I haven't been to the museums here in a long time. I somehow managed to find some free time." Gyrich said.

'I'm sure you did.' Connell grunted in his mind.

"It seems you all have had a helping hand. Very nice of you young man. What do you have there?" Gyrich asked.

"Something piece of junk, not an actual artifact. It wasn't in the inventory. Young man, you can keep it if you wish." The curator said.

'Um, ok…hmm…' Connell thought to himself, confused.

"Uh, thanks." The young man said.

The curator walked away as did the president and his entourage, not even nodding to him. Connell growled under his breath. The employees thanked the young man again as the walked away with the cart. He stood up and put the necklace on. He then thought he felt something odd, he couldn't quite describe it. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes then both glew a ghostly forest green.

To be continued…

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