"Ahh!" Cameron shouted as he woke up with a jolt and his head collided with the bed above his. He swore and rubbed the sore spot, looking out the window at the sun as it began to peal over the horizon. Ever since the teams had dissolved, the boys had stayed in the Beaver boy's cabin, with the girls in the other one. Chris stood in the middle of the campground, a smile on his face and a bugle held in his hand.

"What can he possibly have planned?" Cam growled as the other three boys poked their heads up from the covers. "Eh, he just likes ruining our mornings." Jamie grunted, while Sam nodded in agreement. Shane simply grumbled and curled up tighter in his sheets.

Over in the girls' cabin, Victoria and Kayla were giving each other the death glare, while a single hair iron sat between them. There was only time for one of them to use it, and the two teen girls were ready to use it as an excuse to murder each other. Effie was standing between the two, a frazzled look on her face.

"Now, ladies, c'mon, we can be civil about this." The only response she got was a growl from the two rivals. Effie sweat dropped and then her eyes widened when the two leapt at each other.

Over in the guy's cabin, Shane stopped while pulling his pants up, one hand covering his ass while he looked out the window. "Uh, did you guys just hear an explosion?" The others shook their heads, and Shane shrugged and tried to take a step to get his shirt. This, since he had his pants around his ankles, made him fall flat on his face.

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After getting dressed, our sleepy and grumpy campers gathered in the mess hall for their daily garbage intake, called "Breakfast". After they sat down, couples and friends together, Jamie decided to ask Kayla about her, umm, "look". She looked like she had been in a fight with a grizzly bear (which, considering the hellhole they were in, was entirely possible). He would never tell her, for fear of her kicking his ass (he had no doubts she could and would), but, with her purple-dyed hair all in a mess and her clothes ruffled, with her jeans pulled down one side, he thought she looked hot.

However, the expression on her face, which could have made Hitler wet himself and hide in a ditch, discouraged him from voicing this opinion. However, he did what any boyfriend would do in this situation. "Kayla babe, what's wrong?" He asked, in a caring tone. However, as most guys have found out, this is the last thing you should do. As, for some reason which escapes all of guy-kind, this simply makes them angrier.

"I'm FINE!!" She growled angrily, and Jamie figured it would just be better to shut up and eat. As they were eating their horrible food, Chris stepped in and shouted to the assembled teenagers,

"Campers! Today, we will have not one, but TWO eliminations!" Chris smirked at the look of alarm that appeared on everyone's faces (except Shane's, since he'd fallen back asleep) "Yes, that's right, two! One for yesterday's challenge (here he glared at Jamie, who simply shot him the bird in response) and another for todays! Which means, two campers will be leaving us and heading to who-knows-where!"

People groaned, and Jamie clutched Kayla's hand subconsciously. Finally, Cameron decided to ask what they were all thinking, yet also dreading. "Well, you sadistic asshole, what's the challenge?" He asked, frowning, while Chris, however, simply smiled.

"Oh, I think you'll all enjoy this, boys and girls. Well, no, actually, you'll hate it, but at least I'll be fun for me!" Chris laughed, then got serious again. "Now, Chef and I were thinking, since you all have superpowers, we should give you a few challenges based on that. So, we thought up the most comic-book based challenges we could, and came up with some great ideas!" Chris was grinning hugely while he talked, while the others were thinking that this would not end well.

"For instance, todays challenge will be inspired by one of Marvel's biggest selling events, Civil War! Now, follow me!" Chris walked out of the hall, with Chef trailing behind. The campers got up and followed him, while Sam was dragging Shane, who was still asleep.

Chris was standing in front of his oil drum in the campfire pit, although the campfire-part, was out, since it was around nine A.M. "Campers, I know you're used to voting off who you want, but, since there were so few of you to choose from, WE decided instead!"

The campers looked uneasily at each other, since Chris wasn't known for his generosity. Chris looked at each camper in turn, then sighed. "Well, campers, the one of you who is leaving Total Drama Island is……………………..

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Everyone except Effie and Shane sighed in relief, while she looked as if she had just been slapped hard. Then, her expression tightened, and she stomped past the others without a word. While she walked past Chris, she turned to him, smiled sweetly, and slammed her foot into his groin. Chris screamed like a little girl, clutching his injury, and fell over. Chef wisely backed up a few steps, while the rest of the campers cheered wildly at her. Shane, the loudest of all.

Effie smiled again, this one with a hint of malice, and walked down to the boat. However, when she stepped onto it, Shane appeared next to her, and, without a word, pulled her into a kiss. She was surprised for a moment, eyes wide, then she melted into it, wrapping her arms around his neck.

A couple other campers (and Chef) all made a big "Aww" at that, but it stopped when the couple's kiss lasted for over five minutes. Everyone was really starting to get uncomfortable, while finally, Jamie said, " Well, as much as I'd love to watch my best friend get to second base on national television, I'm gonna go have a nap." he stood up, and began walking away before Chris stopped him. \

"Oh, right! Well, anyway, campers, come with me…again!" Chris announced as he marched away with Chef trailing behind, mumbling about his paycheck. The others followed, but only after Jamie walked over and yanked Shane off Effie, which made a sound similar to a plunger being pulled from a toilet. He dragged Shane away by his shirt, who had a glazed look on his face as the boat with Effie on it putted away from the dock.

Chris led the campers around the island, to a spot where a huge amount of forest had been cleared away to make room for, what can only be described as a miniature city. (Back home, Bridgette, environmentalist that she is, fainted at the sight of so much forest loss). "Seriously, how does he build this stuff that fast?!" Sam asked no one in particular.

Chef stood in front of the gathered campers, dressed in a replica of the clothes Nick Fury wore in the Ultimate comic books *1*. He also had an AK-47 strapped across his back, so it was exceedingly un-smart of Cameron to raise his hand and ask, "Yo, Chef-dude…where did you get that costume?" Chef frowned at him and simply replied, "From my role-play trunk." Many of the campers didn't understand this answer, but Shane and Sam paled and they both hurled right on the spot. Cameron scooted over a few feet to avoid the puddle of puke, and then shrugged. "Whatev's."

Chef nodded, then looked at the rest. "Now, the Civil War was fought over the Super Human Registration Act, which required all super-humans to register with the government. One side, led by Iron Man, was for the Act, and fought against the rebels. The rebels were a group of heroes against the act, led by Captain America."

Chef reached into a small pocket on his belt and pulled out three badges. They were gold with a star surrounded by an eagle, and Chef held them up for all to see. "Now, the maggots who get one of these will be the Pro-Registration heroes, while the one's that don't are the rebels." Chef threw badges to Victoria, Shane, and Kayla. Cam and Sam high-fived, while Jamie looked royally pissed.

Chef nodded his head approvingly. "All right, the game will take place in the large city behind me. Campers with badges will be charged with incapacitating and bringing in the rebels, and no, Shane, they cannot be mortally wounded." Chef said, while Shane snapped his fingers in dismay. "Rebels, your job is to avoid capture and infiltrate the safe room, which is in that tower." Chef continued, pointing at a skyscraper in the middle of the fake city, which towered at least ten floors above the others.

"Now, when I start the game, the rebels will have a one minute head start. Pro's, you get these." Chef tossed a pair of handcuffs to each of them. "You are to bring them to me once they're captured. MOVE, MAGGOTS!!!" Chef bellowed, and Jamie, Cam, and Sam took off into the huge, fake city.

Well, true believers, I hope you've enjoyed this installment of One Super Summer. I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter, so don't forget to review!! :D

*1* Both Chef and Ultimate Nick Fury are based off of Samuel L. Jackson, so I figured, why not?