Author's Note: This is what we need to do, kill the Batman. Because he's jealous that Spiderman has the better game, and that Arrow stole like 2 or 3 of his villains.


This was an odd time for Matt Murdock, he never thought that he would have been forced to work with someone like this Wilton woman. She was slightly deranged, bouncing about a hideout he picked for meetings with Pat so that anyone following either from their nighttime activities wouldn't find where they lived straight away. It was just another abandoned building that now occupied Hell's Kitchen, the gang war and the Blueman incident having cleared out the residence for safety reasons.

"Are you just going to brood in the corner?" Wilton asked mocking him while at the same time doing a handstand. This woman had far too much energy to deal with, she apparently needed to prance."This partnership isn't going to work if we don't communicate."

"So who's our target then?"

"Target? This isn't a target kind of game." She responded, flinging herself towards a dusty couch. The redhead laid there like a rather limber lion, lazing like she was expecting someone to wait on her.

"What kind of game is it then?"

"We get Fisk really angry, he starts getting a bit," She puffed her lips as if she was thinking about how to verse herself. "Reckless, angry and willing spend millions on AIM backup to get his revenge"

"His lover," Matt commented, stroking his chin deep thought. "You've planned to kill her from the start? That's insane"

"Don't be stupid, of course, we didn't plan from the start to anger Fisk into giving us more money," She gave him a look that announced how dumb he was being. "We just...found weakness and exploited it, Stark was properly just a bonus"

"The Blueman frame job," He chuckled lightly. "If you call it that, even the Bugle knows it bogus."

"I wasn't at the job," Wilton sneered at him shifting on the chair so that she can face him. "I would have blamed the Irish, O'Reilly was right there, had the connections too but I suppose our leader really wanted a potential blood sample."

"Blood sample?" Matt asked confused for a second at that part of the statement before coming to realization by himself quicker than she could answer. "If AIM could replicate Blue's abilities with even a fraction of the potency then they would have the most powerful forces the world has ever seen."

"Bingo"

"Do actually know who your boss would send to do this? Or are you just going to waste my time more than you already have in the time it took us to get here."

"Of course I do, its Dmitri Smerdyakov."


"Oh, Caldwell," Doyle's posture was much to positive for Caldwell to feel good about it, his clothes also felt off in the littlest of ways. Doyle wasn't usually one for the business man-style suit, he was much into plaid shirts. He had this smile on his face that looked wrong, there was too much confidence. Doyle either had this look of confusion or one that screamed smugness. Here there was a just this chilling smile that zapped the warmth from the room. "This isn't your office, what are you doing here?"

"Ehh," She went, as Doyle started to use his over six feet height to tower over her, it intimidated her. A gesture that was so out of place for the young man that she was taken off guard. "I had seen a... shadow in the room through the door window, I was checking to see why Ben was back so early," Caldwell shrugged her shoulders at him, masking the ever approaching feeling of dread that was making its way through her body. "He was only leaving for his lunch break."

"Fair enough," Now it was Pat who was shrugging, which was a far more familiar gesture from the man, much less aggressive. There was still something wrong, it like a scent in the air. "I have some work to do, so if you don't mind?" There was an edge to his voice but Caldwell didn't care, any excuse to get away from this freak was a welcome one.

Doyle had a look on his face as he slowly turned away from the retreating Caldwell, who exited the room with all the speed of escaping prey from their predator. Doyle began to walk towards the desk, grabbing a USB drive from one the computer's port, after that he started to make his way towards the window, where its opened form revealed a fire escape.

"That was just too easy," Doyle chuckled out. "Not sure what he wants with this but it isn't my job to ask."

He stepped out into the fire escape leaping off it and onto a waiting bike. A smile on his face was massive, his teeth showing for all the world. With a press of a button that was hidden on his wrist, the once human skin flashed and then became white like marble. This level of work was beneath him, but there was always a pleasure to be had when taking advantage of morons.


I awoke to the sound of some woman yelling at me, as I could feel myself being dragged inshore, my floating form making little resistance for whoever this was. Soon I was jolted from my dazed mode when my body started to scrapped along with a sandy beach, I jumped up, the lady that I pulled in becoming a dot from my new position above in the sky.

I took a deep breath, gathering myself for a moment and looked around the area I had found myself in. It was then I came to a stunning realization, I was falling right back down with a speed that was unmatched. Slamming back into the sand, the particles of it jumping up my nose. Then I noticed a woman before me, she was about as tall as I was, maybe shorter by an inch or so. She had brown hair that reached down to her neck, her clothes were plain and unremarkable.

What alerted me most wasn't her appearance but her presence. She was familiar, in a way that caused me to feel nothing but awe in front of her but I couldn't put my finger on it. Like looking at a person that you had only seen drawn in the past but now was meeting them for the first.

"Impressive leap," There was a snarky, casual tone to her voice. "Ever want to try out for the Olympics?"

"Well, I-" I strutted my words searching my mind for something to say. "It wouldn't be fair?" I eventually came out with, my voice rinding down with each word.

She rolled her eyes at me and looked up and down at my tattered and soaked form. There was a look of deep contemplation on her face as if she was deciding on whether to do something that she might regret in the future.

"Come on then," She told me, walking up the beach, her back turned from me. "My house is only a walk up this way, I'll get you some towels and you can be on your way."

"Thanks," I responded, and honestly kind of confused with this woman's nonchalance. She didn't seem to have any concern for herself, inviting the clearly superhuman guy she had just meet to her house seemed to be a bit foolish, especially with how many of us are kind of violent creatures. "Isn't dangerous to invite strange super fellows to home?"

She turned to look at me from the corner of her eye. There was a clear smirk on her face, I think she liked her chances against me. Which given that I am in a Marvel Universe could be true, she might secretly be this verse's version of Galactus' daughter, though I imagined that her head would have been bigger if that was the case.

"Yeah, well let's just say that I like my chances with you and leave it at that"

I followed behind at a leisurely pace, very little thought was given to what I was doing. The two of just walked along the beach, each leaving oddly heavy imprints along the sand for people of our size.

"Oh," I said realizing something that I should have spoke up about before. "I haven't got your name?"

"Oh," She turned now to face me, but continue walking but now in a backward manner. "I know you though," That wasn't surprising after that fight back in New York, I got to be known nationwide for defeating both War Machine and Vision as I did. "You're the Blueman, right?"

"Not the name that I chose, but yeah, that is me." I sighed putting my hand on my chin, I really should make a real alias known soon.

"That's what you get for not announcing yourself right."

"So your?"

"Oh, you can call me Linda"


Dmitri entered the drop-off point with a spring in his step, looking like any random guy one would meet on the street. It was a standard place to meet for shadowy people like himself. For people that wanted to make dealings that would be other wise not to be watched. This wasn't the standard time for it, for it was already near midnight. A time when visitors like him were much easier to spot, not many legitimate enterprises did their business at parks, never mind at night. But this was where the coded message had sent Dmitri and the man was in no position to argue with coded messages, no matter how stupid they were being with their location.

He sat on a bench sitting away from the nearby light source, there was no reason to make himself easy to see. There was little movement out here at this time of night, not at a public park after recent events, somehow cops were even more on alert. Properly wanting to have some of that extra media attention on their good deeds. That was he heard a noise, Dmitri jumped forward barely dodging a downwards kick that nearly knocked his block off.

"Oh I should have known that the Blueman's known associate would have been able to find me," Dmitri gloated as he quickly turned around to face his attacker, the Black Mask's form being hidden in the darkness of the night but could still be seen by his keen senses. "I would wonder how you found me so quickly but that is something I can beat out of you."

There was a glow to him as he shifted from a regular person to one that had a plain white facemask, it covered his eyes and mouth. It was the kind of mask that caused people to wonder how he was able to breathe in it. Dmitri took in a deep breath, and then he posed himself in a standard boxer stance.

The Vigilante who was known to his friends as Matt, slowly made his way to the man, coming with a left hook that was dodged by his opponent hoping to his left, sending his own hook into Matt's side. He blocked the blow with the side of his arm, twisting around it to send a mighty kick to the back of Dmitri's leg.

The AIM agent crumbled to the ground in a leap that would make a rag proud. Matt punctuated this act with a flip leading a kick to his enemy's head but to his surprise the man swirled around the attack as if he was a break dancer, jumping back to his feet and landing a dropkick to Matt with ease, launching him back towards the park bench.

"I expected this to be harder," The agent told him. "After the defeat of the Titanium Man and Miss Wilton, I thought that a fight between us would be to your advantage, obviously I overestimated your involvement with the feat if I'm givi-" The words were cut off with the rather standard but lighting fast one-two punch that the vigilante followed up with once he leaped to his feet once.

What followed was a backhand from Matt, the response was for Dmitri to catch with his left hand and attempt to throw his fist at Matt's left eye, but instantly he found his blow being smacked hard with the man's left elbow. The blow was so fierce that the AIM agent could feel his hand ring.

A kick from the man's black boot sent Dmitri tumbling back to the ground. Another twirl to Dmitri's feet was countered by the Matt's waiting fist that sent the longtime spy right back to the ground.

"What were you saying?" Matt taunted the man, his position above him sound and sturdy.

"That I overestimated you," The smile on the infiltration specialist was too smug for a man of his position, and that put Matt on guard. This was fortunate because that was when Matt heard the sound of cocking guns. "I really didn't need so many men with me to take you down."

The two were surrounded by over two dozen men. They were all shadowed and wearing some sort of camouflaged gear, Matt presumed that they might also have equipment that silenced their footsteps. Their weapons were more advanced but perhaps not too advance, otherwise, Matt would have not have heard the sound of the guns cocking.

That was when Dmitri was shocked, as a glowing person started to throw around his men as if they were rabbits. She leaped between making impossible kicks in the air that targeted multiple men at the same time. The men were unable to keep a lead on her dizzying movements meant that none could take a safe shot without hitting each other in the process in the process.

Then to end it with the last thug she opened her glowing mouth breath out a steam of flame causing the last man to drop his gun in freight and duck under an oncoming jet of fire. Then the poor man was kicked hard enough to launch into the air and splat down on the ground.

"Not really," Said the sharp feminine voice of Wilton came from the now non-glowing figure. She was now dressed once again in her AIM outfit. "Should have brought better back up."


There he was dressed up in a fine suit and tie, his greying hair was neat and combed back. In all, United States Secretary of State, Thaddeus 'Thunderbolt' Ross was there giving a speech. It was a press conference. He took to the stand with such a solid stance one would believe that he was about to enter some kind of knock out brawl.

"I would like to start this announcement with the most sincere apologies to the victims in this savage attack," Ross took a deep breath, fixing his tie with a forlorn expression on his face. "This was a tragedy that I am ashamed to say happened under my tender, I want to ensure both the American people and the world, that from this moment forward the Avengers will be given far less control over where they can operate," He took a file from a nearby aid. "The Avengers involved in this mess will be investigated for their actions, and as for the Blueman," Ross' hardened eyes glared at the screen. "Wherever you at the moment, know that there is nowhere you can hide from us."

"But I have been shown by this Blueman Incident that due to the destruction that enhanced operatives like the Avengers can cause we need to keep a much tighter leash on their action."

There was a silence while the reporters at this speech were writing down notes, and waiting for Ross to begin speaking again. That was when Tony turned off his TV, wheeling himself back towards a work table where he was analyzing the fight footage. He watched it with the help of FRIDAY, who was giving numbers to every feat that the Blueman did, from the Heat Vision melting through the joints of the Hulkbuster suit, to the dents left in Vision's face from the powerful blows. These things and more are all factors that he was attempting to measure in his study of this new superhuman.

"Tony," Pepper's voice caught his attentions swift as his still recovering body could respond to her. "What are you doing up? You're still recovering."

"I'm not," Tony smirked at form the side of his mouth. He pointed down at the wheelchair. "I'm sitting."

Pepper sighed slightly, walking up behind the man, taking the handles of his chair and dragging him out of the room. Tony put little effort into resisting her, still too tired. Pepper looked down at him a soft look on her face.

"Did you watch Ross's press conference?"

"I watched enough of it," Tony replied yawning with his mouth open like a canyon. "He'll have to brief me over the rest of this once I recover."

"Well, thankfully the doctors have said that it won't take more than a month or so of heavy rest."

WIth that Pepper took Tony from this workroom and out towards his bedroom. For rest and relaxation.


Deep within a secret AIM bunker hidden somewhere in the world, Robert da Costa smiled at the info that computer was compiling with each passing moment. Numbers and Letters filled the screen describing a DNA so advanced that science would be thrown forward into the future far ahead of whatever Tony Stark or even Bruce Banner could do. Robert began to laugh, it was a cold laugh that sent chills down the spines of all the people working around him. That was when one spoke up.

"Ehh, sir." They spoke up, their voice akin to a weasel in tone.

"Yes." He responded his voice deeply chilling, the kind of sound that shook the other man visibly.

"The others were telling me that…"

"What were they telling you? Out with it!"

"No understands what any of that means on screen"

There was silence for a few seconds, only the sound of a ticking clock could be heard in the room. Then with a roar of flame, and the shaking of the ground was accompanied with.

"WHAT!"


Author's Note: I have nothing to say, odd.

Oh, I got it, I kept the DNA stuff vague because I know nothing about that stuff and was not going to put my foot in my mouth.