Chicago Avengers

Captain America is dead, Giant Man missing, Iron Man destroyed, the Wasp enslaved, Black Panther gone and the Hulk just doesn't care. Can a group of Chicago Anti Heroes save the Avengers, or has the Red Skull finally won?

Line up of heroes…or…villains you decide

Sgt. Suicide- Major Herbert Taylor

Lt. Winters- First Lieutenant Joseph Stalin Winters

HItman/Rave- Unknown

Renegade- Unknown

El Diablo- Classified

Mega Guardian (Everyone will be described except Guardian who will be posted on my deviantart page)-MG0191

Chapter: 1

Heroes…can you use it in a definition.

Location: Afghanistan

Time: 15:40

Mission: Classified

Regiment: Suicide Company

"Come on you sand sucking son of dogs, I'll kill all of you!" an enraged Sergeant Suicide shouted in joy as he stood in a small town with a M60 in his left hand, as he fed the belt with his other. Suicide was dressed in in an open army jacket with a black undershirt underneath it, military pants with combat boots, and a World War II American army helmet. He stood there firing his machine gun laughing and killing any Taliban soldiers that came out of their hiding spots.

"Come on this is no fun when you hide!" he shouted once more as the fifty caliber bullets tore through buildings turning flesh into jelly. One of the many Taliban soldiers that lived in the town and were still alive was lying on a roof with his AK-47, he listened to the maniacal laughing of Suicide, till he suddenly heard the gun fire end and the sudden noise of clicking. "Aw…got to reload" the disgruntled homicidal maniac sighed before he started to reload his gun.

"Alaha Akbar!" The man shouted before shooting at Suicide with his AK-47, before being joined by several other Taliban soldiers as well. The village became irrupted with gun fire again, the sounds of the bullets whistling through the air was almost impossible to ignore, but the sounds of the bullets hitting their target was even worst.

The bullets ripped through Sargent Suicide as if he was made of hot butter. They went through him so easily, blood sprayed all over the desert sand, and bits and pieces of Suicide were destroyed. His arms were torn off in the gun fire, his right eye exploded when a bullet made direct contact with him, and numerous more horrors. Soon the Sargent fell backwards into the sand, his face unrecognizable, his body destroyed and blood flowing from all over his body.

As they watched the man fall over the Taliban moved cautiously over to Suicide. Not knowing if their bullets had killed a man so evil, and took such joy in the massacre he had created. One kicked the body as hard as he could, but nothing happened to the body it just laid there motionless, dead. They threw their guns into the air and cheered the fire a few rounds off, to celebrate, that was until a zipping sound passed through them.

The celebration ended suddenly, the sound was known throughout the Taliban world during the war with the Infidels. It was the sound of a sniper. They looked around to see if anyone had been hit by the bullet, leading them to look over at one of their hooded members. He stood still his eyes wide and a little hole was going through his forehead. Soon the white wrappings around his head turned and red and he fell over dead.

They started to shout in fear and alarm as they watched their brother fall over, soon another bullet rocket through the air, hitting another Taliban in the spine making his body involuntary flip before dying, then another bullet rocket through the air hitting one in the chest making part of his chest explode killing him as well. Soon it became every shot was a kill shot, every time someone heard a bullet they could look over and see another one of their brethren die. Soon the shots ended and all that was left were dead bodies, and one Taliban soldier left alive.

Unlike the others his face was not hidden, and look as though he was in his early twenties, his face full of fear as he stood with his back against a wall slowly sinking. He was wearing a Thoub with a black vest over it, he had dropped his Ak-47 and now was just standing there waiting for the Sniper to end him. But he saw something, that was far worst then the snipers bullet. As he looked over the horizon waiting for the sniper he saw a arm shoot up from the corpses lying in the street, the hand was almost bone with only tiny pieces of flesh covering it, but soon the pieces of flesh started to grow and cover the skin and then he saw a body raise up.

There was Sgt. Suicide rising from the dead. His body healing the bullet holes that covered him, some were spitting out the bullets that were still inside of his body, others closed the wounds and became whole. He finally stood up in his full glory cracking his neck and several other body parts. "What a nice nap" he said as he looked around, setting his sights on the young Arab man. He began to walk toward him, his eyes fixated on the man who clutched his AK-47, the only protection he had from a monster like Suicide.

Soon Suicide stood inches away from the man looking down at him with a sick toothy grin. His blue and grey eyes danced as he watched the young Arab look up at fight of him. The Arab had sweat and tears running down his face as he shakily pointed the gun at Suicide's stomach. "Alaha Akbar" the man said lowly as he began to pull the trigger.

"Go ahead press it, it worked before right?" Suicide said laughing as he looked at the Arab. "So come on shoot me, fill me with lead, it might make you feel better you know? I mean…all your friends are dead…because my friend killed them, and now you're the only one here…and you have to fight me…the guy who killed everyone else" Suicide laughed as he kneeled in front of the Arab. "So come on, shoot me, shot me in the head" he laughed as he pulled the barrel of the gun so it would line up with his forehead. "So come on…kill me" Suicide laughed as he started at the young Arab.

"Or you could surrender to the United States of America and you will be able to live for a few more days" said as Russian voice from behind. The two men looked over at ware the voice was coming from to be greeted with the sight of a man dressed in United States Army uniform, with a red beret on his head, he was also carrying M24 Remington sniper rifle. He walked past the death and carnage not even taking a second glance at any of the bodies. "I am First Lieutenant Joseph Stalin Winters of the United States Army, I am also a Class 7 SHIELD agent I can guarantee your safety and your families, and all we need is information" Winters said as he looked over at Suicide. "Major you look…well" Winters said as he looked down at the Arab.

"I told you Winters, call me Sergeant Major it sounds so much cooler" Suicide laughed as he looked at the Arab as well. "Can't we just kill him? It's so much easier…and I hate playing these information games…I never win" he complained as he saw the Arab grab something, "Hey what are you…"

"Alaha Akbar!" The man shouted once more, but this time he had a detonator in his hand.

"Aw crap" Winters shouted before he started to run backwards trying to aim at the man's hand, seeing if he could save his life.

"Is that a bomb?" Suicide asked, but before he could do anything else, the bomb exploded.

Location: Bagram Airfield

Time: 9:47am

Mission: Success

Regiment: Suicide Company

"Winters" said a strong Virginian accent of Colonel Jefferson who was in normal Army uniform. He was sitting at a wooden desk looking over papers of missions that were happening all across the Middle East. "Were we able to get any new information about Taliban movement here?" he asked as he started to look over the paper work of the 101st Airborn's last mission.

"Negative sir, the Arab we were interrogating decided to blow himself up" Winters said as he stood at attention, his sniper rifle on his back, and his beret in one of his pockets. "And no the Major did not kill him, this time the Arab truly blew himself up"

"Unfortunate" Jefferson said before handing Winters an envelope that tapped in Top Secret and Classified, some of the tape had been cut and was highly resizable that the Colonel took a peek inside. "This came for you and that lunatic, looks like we have a problem with the Avengers" he said as he started to scribble something. "It looks like you two are going State Side, under SHIELD supervision"

Location: Belfast, Northern Ireland

Time: 9:23pm

Mission: Contract Killing

Operatives: Hitman

The streets of Belfast were slowly darkening at the night hours. Her residents were either at home getting ready to retire for another night of sleep, or others were at the local Pub celebrating the end of the week. Two men in particular one dressed in a brown trench coat and a green taxi cap the other in a grey sweat shirt and jeans were walking down the street talking to one another.

Unannounced to either one of them they were being followed. Not by walking for there was no one else on the sidewalk with them, not by car for the streets were way too small, but by rooftop. A figure peered over the side of the building, his blue eyes constantly calculating and analyzing. His face hidden by a snow white hood that connected to cape that swayed in the wind. His chest had two holsters on it both carrying two handguns, several grenades and knifes. Underneath that was a green long sleeve shirt that was tucked neatly into the man's black jeans. His jeans had one holster on them as well carrying yet another hand gun, while on the other he carried a long sharp blade. His hands were covered in black leather gloves which held a SORA assault rifle. On his back he carried a claymore sword which was decorated in the finest of black leather and a single red ruby, this man was known as Hitman, the man with no emotions.

Hitman watched his targets as they made their way through the city, taking twist and turns and occasionally looking behind him. He knew that a normal man would let off a small laugh, or given some kind of emotion that expressed humor for they were not looking in the right place, but he was Hitman, all he knew was hunger and pain.

As they ducked into another ally, Hitman jumped across the opening so he could keep visual on his two targets. He was hired by mi6 British Secret Intelligence to kill these two men, they were ex-IRA members looking for recruits for new IRA, and more brutal IRA and they wanted them silence.

Hitman watched as the two men constantly talked with each other, sometimes yelled arguing what their next move should be, they were never going to form a new IRA the couldn't even get one drunk Irish patron to talk to them, yet raise a new army. Hitman knew these men were never going to anything else but Bar Thugs but it was good money, and Hitman needed money. As soon as the two men were secluded from all streets, or anyone that might hear a small scrimmage Hitman made his move.

He slowly crawled down the side of the building using only his right hand to support his weight at time, for he kept his rifle pointed at the two men in case they were to spot him. As he slowly started to let himself down one of the men turned around with lighting speeds and pointed a gun down the dark alleyway, and not right at Hitman.

Any mercenary that was new to the trade would have started to shoot as soon as he saw this, killing both men with a highly powerful and rare assault rifle that was impossibly load. This would gain the attention of some random person, who would call for help, who would contact the police and then soon it's impossible to get out of the country without having to use half the money you get from the job to pay off people.

"I thought I heard someone" The man said as he pointed the pistol around looking for any sign of movement.

"You just heard a bloody cat that's all O'Malley, now put that thing away before you shoot the damn thing" the others said as he stated to push his friends arm down. "I said leave all guns at the safe house, we don't want people to ask question" he said as he turned around.

"You're probably right" O'Malley said as he started to turn around. "I hate cats, with their damn claws and…" the Irish stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes gone wide.

"And there what you…" the other turned around and gasped in horror. A large and sharp blade was going straight through O'Malley's neck and blood squirted all over the ground. There stood Hitman his blade was coated in blood and his eyes still emotionless. "James Conner…you are next" Hitman said before he pulled his blade out and looked over at James.

"Oh dear God…your Hi…Hit…Hitman" James said as he started to back up and into the wall. "Die you bastard!" James shouted as he pulled out a blade and stabbed Hitman in the stomach. Hitman just looked down at the blade before slowly pulled it out.

"That wasn't very nice, now I have to be not nice back" Hitman said before he kicked James into the wall with more force then was necessary, but why should he care? This man was going to die, something Hitman wished he could do, but at last he was never able to. Hitman then grabbed one of the numerous pistols he had and put it to John's head.

"This is a 22 caliber pistol, it won't make much of bang but it will get the job done" Hitman said, and before James could even pray, or he could even comprehend what the mercenary was saying Hitman pulled the trigger. Hitman watched as James' body fell over dead, and to make sure though Hitman already knew he was dead put two more rounds into him to make sure.

Hitman just looked at the corpse for a few more seconds before he took out a small digital camera and took a few pictures of both bodies, he then proceeded to walk back into the ally.

This was his hell, he didn't know how to feel, he didn't care how to feel all he knew was from the moment he was born again, all he knew was how to kill. So Hitman made his way back into the alley as the last of the streets lights turned on, and soon he disappeared.

Location: mi16 Safe house 12 Bravo Belfast Ireland

Time: 12:40pm

Mission: Awaiting Payment

Operatives: Hitman

"There dead" Hitman said as he walked into the Safe House and tossed the camera to one of the agents, who was currently balancing on the back legs of his chair watching a British Football game. "Where is my payment?" Hitman demanded as he grabbed a cup of coffee off the table and started to drink it.

"Oy you nearly scared me half way to the Holy Mother!" the agent shouted as he looked over at the mercenary. "Christ" he murmured as he reached for the camera. He opened the camera up and started to shuffle through the pictures on it. He adjusted it once or twice to get a better picture before he turned it off. "Good here as promised £61415.63 or as you wanted $100,000" the agent said before pulling out a laptop and started to transfer the funds.

"Move twenty five percent it to account 5B22EL9, another twenty five to account 77AD8K10B and put the rest in the original account I gave you" Hitman said as he poured himself another cup. "You have a jet ready as promised?" Hitman inquired before turning to the agent again.

"As promised" the agent said before closing the laptop. "Before you go, a friend of yours from the CIA delivered this to us" the mi6 agent said as he handed the folder over to Hitman. Hitman looked at the folder and opened it. His eyes scanned it before closing it. "Well…it looks like I'm going to be a SHIELD agent…just bloody great"

Location: Chicago, United States

Time: 1:24am

Mission: Stop Robbery in Progress

Agents: CSF Agent El Diablo and CSF Robotic Agent Mega Guardian

"Renegade! Stop in the name of the God Damn Law!" El Diablo shouted as he fired a wave of fire at the notorious world renowned cat bugler Renegade. El Diablo was dressed in a tan colored pancho with a big red diamond on it, he also wore a pair of loose blue jeans with brown cowboy boots. El Diablo also wears a cattlemen hat, and a customized air mask, made of metal and filters smoke so he could breathe fresh air.

"Whoa El! That one almost got me" Renegade laughed as he jumped to another roof by doing a black flip before throwing a black fireball at El Diablo. Renegade was dressed in his signature outfit of a black t-shirt with a red dragon on it covering the front of shirt, jeans, a black cape that was torn at the end, a black eyes mask that circled around his face. He also wore a black baseball cap with a red stripe going around it.

"In correspondence with Law 229 of section 8 paragraph two we are to take Renegade down with Dead Force" Mega Guardian said as he created a shield out of plasma electronic pulses, which deflected the blast. Guardian then proceeded to jump across the roof to face off against Renegade. "There is nowhere to run" Guardian said as he pulled the Scythe off his back.

"Your right there is nowhere to run" Renegade laughed before disappearing in a puff of smoke again. Guardian came to halt on the rooftop and started to look around, his ruby red visor tried to lock on to where Renegade would appear next.

"I can't find him, he teleported once again" Guardian said as he took a step forward.

"You got that right!" Renegade laughed as he appeared in the same smoke several feet above Mega Guardian. He then shot out his right hand at the robotic cop and let off a large stream of black fire.

"Hold it you Australian Bastard!" El Diablo shouted as he let off his own stream of fire coming from his right arm to block the attack. As the black flames danced with the orange Guardian rolled backwards and took aim with his FN SCAR and started to shoot rounds at the Australian Cat Burglar.

"Damn it!" Renegade shouted as he disappeared in a puff of smoke. The rounds then passed through the smoke and out the other side into the sky. Guardian's visor displayed a question mark, as El Diablo jumped down next to Guardian.

"Keep your motion tracker on, I want to know where there is an anomaly, I don't give a shit if it's a homeless man! I want to know!" El Diablo shouted as his arms began to grow hotter with his anger.

"Roger that" Guardian said before a small beep came from his head. "Warning: Incoming call from SHIELD Helicarrier" Mega Guardian announced before the large and almost intense morning sounds of propellers, jets, and humming of the Helicarrier and its hundreds of convoy jets.

"Wow…that is scary" Renegade said as he reappeared on top of the same roof with El Diablo and Mega Guardian. "I don't think I have stolen anything from them in a long time…not after they sent Hulkbusters after me" Renegade said before shuttering at the thought of being chased by tanks and exoskeletons.

"Renegade you are under arrest by the Chicago Special Forces. You have the right to…" Mega Guardian started but was stop as he heard the load voice of Director Nick Fury and the sound of several SHIELD agents starting to flood the rooftops of Chicago.

"El Diablo, Renegade and Mega Guardian the three of you are hereby ordered to come into SHIELD custody!" Fury's voice boomed through the sky of Chicago. "Understood?"

End of Chapter 1