Author's Notes –

I've gotten tired of waiting for a good Ranma / X-Men/Marvel crossover, so I've decided to do something about it. While it's using the idea behind the March on Ultimatum, I won't be limiting myself to the cannon of that world.

No, I do not own Marvel or Ranma. I'm just a lowly Fanfiction writer.

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The early evening breeze felt refreshing to the young man as he lay on the warm roof. Though the hard clay shingles poked into his toned muscles in his back the youth had slept on worse and less forgiving terrain.

Ever since the fiasco that was the failed wedding, things around the Tendo compound were, well, strange, especially for Ranma. He just couldn't look at Akane the same way and she apparently couldn't look at him either. It was like that time after Akane had gone off to the woods filled with huge animals, only different. He just couldn't put it into words, but he knew that it was different, more intense than that time.

Lost in thought as the young martial artist tried to put his feelings into words, Ranma suddenly felt a slight rumbling.

Great, I wonder if Ryoga's managed to find his way back here.

The rumbling soon subsided, easing the martial artist's mind.

Guess he got lost again.

The sound of hundreds of cats yowling and dogs barking filled the night sky even as the household animals fled the safety of their master's homes or the dark alleys that they populated.

Sitting up, Ranma watched as the neighbor's dog, the same one he'd once mistook for Ryoga, dashed across the Tendo's yard, barking as though there were no tomorrow. In a flash Ranma was off the roof, snatching the dog up before it could run into the open veranda and ruin the carefully cooked meal that Kasumi had prepared.

"Thank you Ranma," the ever pleasant older girl said with her trademark smile.

Despite his strength and skill, the pigtailed martial artist fought to maintain a solid hold of the uncharacteristically energetic dog.

In all his highly destructive fights the young martial artist had become accustomed to the sounds of destruction be it a few sudden pot holes being made in the road or the sound of boulders being sundered. Yet in all his fights nothing sounded as terrible as the sounds that filled his ears as an unimaginable wave of destruction swept through Tokyo.

Tsunami. That was what the rumbling was, an earthquake, and there must have been a powerful tsunami as a result. But with Nerima in the northwestern district of Tokyo they were a long ways off from the ocean. But just in case… Grabbing hold of Kasumi he ignored her indignant cry of protest as he leapt onto the roof.

"Ranma!" the eldest Tendo daughter cried out.

"I think there's been an earthquake out at sea and a tsunami hitting Tokyo," he explained as he set her down. "I'm going to go check it out."

"Tsunami? But we're so far from the ocean," the polite older girl replied.

"Just in case," he said as he turned to go, "get everyone up here. As a martial artist I should go help out."

Before she could even suggest that he take the true masters of the Anything Goes Martial Arts style, Ranma was off. After clearing several blocks a sea of darkness greeted the young man. Only his keen eyes allowed him to pick out the flicker of motion as hundreds of bewildered people stood in their windows or door ways, some out in the street as their pets tried to warn them or flee the impending wave of doom.

"Get to high ground!" he shouted as he roof-hopped towards Tokyo Bay. "It's a tsunami!"

Though he was one voice, his cry of warning was soon repeated. He could hear several cries of "Tsunami!" and "Earthquake!" over the howling dogs. Soon, even he was hard pressed to keep up with the wave of warnings that progressed ahead of him.

Several spots of light filled the darkness as residents grabbed lanterns, flashlights, or candles to illuminate their way as they fled for higher ground.

Lost in the sound of people fleeing, cars honking, and animals howling and screeching was the sound of the receding water of the first wave.

After several kilometers the sound of people wading through water and the sight of people standing on top of their cars, walls, or homes greeted Ranma. Though he was definitely out of Nerima Ranma wasn't sure exactly where he was (he never really bothered with any wards other then Nerima).

Wow, the water got this far, he thought as he leapt up onto a telephone pole. With all the people avoiding the water and on their roofs and other high ground Ranma was forced to deviate from his usual pattern of taking the most direct route. Focusing on his path he refused to consider how bad things were if the water had come this far from the ocean.

Pushing himself to make up the lost time from the slight detours, Ranma rushed ahead.

Had he been able to actually see the water level he would have noticed that it was much lower than when he'd first encountered the stranded residents as they huddled together on the rooftops of their homes or automobiles.

"Help!" someone shouted.

Instinctively Ranma turned, seeking to help those in need. The sound of breaking glass and several shouts from unruly punks and thugs told him all he needed to know. Leaping down to the street level Ranma eyed the thugs as they began to loot the small mom and pop convenience store.

"Put it down!" he shouted even as he charged towards the thugs.

"Make me!" the closest and tallest of the thugs shouted.

Rushing past the tall, tattooed punk Ranma doubled him over with a swift punch to the stomach before dropping another thug with a quick leg sweep. A round house kick sent another punk crashing into a pair of thugs.

Opening his mouth for a sharp and witty comment, Ranma paused as he heard the rushing water of a second wave. Before he could do anything he was now a she as the cold, salty ocean waters swept away everyone and everything in the street.

She wasn't sure why or how, but the now busty redhead had managed to grab hold of something. Only her powerful muscles and grip allowed her to maintain her hold despite the nearly overwhelming power of ocean bearing down on her.

She didn't know how long she'd stayed under, only that her lungs ached and that she needed air. Suddenly she laying on top of the train tracks as the water receded. Wiping the water from her eyes she forced fresh air into her aching lungs.

Darkness and silence greeted her as she forced herself onto one knee. No cries for help, no lights lit the darkness, no splashing from any one who managed to swim to the surface – nothing.

Ranma was all alone.

* * * * *

"The boy is ready," the masked figure stated. "Without the elders around to protect him he'll be ours."

"He is emotionally fragile," another masked figure stated.

"Which makes now the perfect time to claim him," a third figure said, countering the second figure's assessment. "He's already bested the Phoenix King, imagine what he can do for us. If he is emotionally broken we can use that to our advantage and recreate him for our needs."

"Yes, he is ready," a forth figure conceded. "He is physically and emotionally drained – now is the best time to bring him in. Have the psychics and telepaths ready."

"Once he's captured we'll let them reprogram him," the second figure nodded.

"No, with someone like him wiping him clean will probably make him less useful. We'll have the telepaths alter his psyche and personality instead. That way he actually believes in what he's doing," the forth figure explained. "Even as emotionally fragile as he is, he is more than a threat to any of our agents. Activate Konatsu, the boy should prove to be useful in turning Ranma to our purposes."

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Nerima was a mess. Having been the indirect cause of much of the chaos and resulting damage, Ranma was used to seeing the neighborhood in ruins, but this… this was much worse than anything that even the worst battle royal had done. Telephone poles, trees, even the small police box were turned over and lying in the streets. Motorcycles, cars, and truck were slammed into the sides of buildings, some like the one that had been Ukyo's restaurant, were gone altogether. Fences that were meant to keep the wandering martial artists from venturing into someone's yard weren't just destroyed, they were leveled worse than anything a martial artist traveling at high speeds could do.

But worst of all were the bloated bodies. Of all those hundreds, possibly thousands of people Ranma had seen while she had rushed to Tokyo proper from Nerima, none seemed to have survived. Countless bodies lay in the streets, some in small pools, while others under the various debris or remains of buildings, cars, trees, or whatever. They were everywhere. There wasn't anywhere she could look that she wouldn't see a dead body.

Regardless of how far or fast she ran she couldn't escape the destruction and death around him. Gone was Furinkan, though technically it was only partially gone as the west wing of the building still remained standing, though just barely. The Neko Café was still there, though not for long if the fire that raged around it was any indication of who was left to save/tend the restaurant.

Though she did not want to, Ranma knew that she needed to examine the multitude of corpses that littered the streets of Nerima and try to give the dead some measure of peace and respect. It was almost a cursed blessing that he didn't recognize anyone at first, just the nameless neighbors or faceless residents that he knew lived around the ward but didn't know well enough to actually remember their names or faces. It gave him some hope that someone that he knew had survived.

The first face she recognized as the old lady that used to always splash her (and the other water cursed martial artists), triggering her change from boy to girl. Gently she lifted the old lady out of the knee deep pool that she'd found her in and carried her to the open street and set her beside the long line of dead.

After clearing then filling full city blocks of the dead Ranma found another recognizable face – Miss Hinako. The tiny girl was really an adult, just trapped in a child's body. For some unfortunate reason she'd never learned to swim either. Was this the fate that Akane shared as one of the few people who couldn't skate?

Countless bodies lined the street (and several sharks, jellyfish, octopi and squid, and other unrecognizable fish as well) before he found another unfortunate victim that he knew - this one belonged to one of the girls on the Rhythmic Gymnastics team that Kodachi had belonged to. Soon he found the rest of the squad and their fearless (and insane) leader as well.

She didn't know why, but Ranma felt the need to throw up. Even though she hadn't eaten anything recently, the pigtailed girl emptied her stomach, the taste of the acidic bile filling her mouth as she supported herself against the wall.

The crows and seagulls made the work all the harder as they began to pick at the bodies that he'd laid out, others made the bodies unrecognizable as they gouged out eyes and picked at any exposed flesh.

Punching into a change machine, Ranma grabbed a handful of coins and threw them with deadly accuracy at the scavengers, killing more than a few and forcing the rest to take to the air. Even with the abundant food the birds quickly learned to not feast on the bodies anywhere near to where the lone survivor was.

By the time the sun set, nearly a full day after the catastrophe, Ranma had found all of the Tendo family. Nabiki had been found with Tatewaki Kuno in the business district, Akane had been found near the city park, Kasumi and Soun Tendo had been found near a bar, not too far from the giant panda and the remains of his mother. He'd found a familiar purple cat and a duck with a broken neck as well.

"Ranma!" a slightly hoarse voice called out.

Though it was slightly high pitched, the pigtailed martial artist knew who it belonged too.

"Konatsu!" he shouted in reply as she ran towards the first survivor he'd seen since the disaster. "Where's …?"

Seeing the cross-dressing ninja look away was all the answer he needed. Dropping to her knees, the exhausted martial artist felt a slight prick on her shoulder as the ninja put his hand there. Blinking, the redhead's vision slowly blurred.

"You must be tired," Konatsu stated.

Slowly, the world went black.

* * * * *

"You were right, he is mentally fragile," the masked figure stated. "If we'd had tried to wipe him clean we would have hit a set back."

"Yes, his duel personality would have been an issue," another masked figure conceded.

"Who'd have thought that his other personality thinks it's a cat?" another figure said, shaking her head.

"We'll need to make sure that he, or she, doesn't change into the cat," another female figure added. "Though I doubt that the cat persona has any intelligence, it could undo all our work."

"What if you set the cat persona to protect his psyche from other psychics and telepaths?" the first masked figure asked.

Both female telepaths looked at each other.

"That might work," the second female conceded.

"We'll get right on it," the first female added.

Both females vanished into the shadows, leaving the two men to themselves.

"We'll need to test his prowess and ability," the first masked figure stated.

The second man nodded. "I have the perfect target in mind."

* * * * *

Surveying the ruined city below him Ranma looked at the giant massive graveyard that he and Konatsu had managed to create in what was once a park. Though the mighty trees were stripped of their leaves, and some of their branches, Ranma was sure that they would one day provide shade to those how came here to visit their dead. With the help of the hundred or so survivors the two boys had managed to identify all the bodies using the IDs on the bodies or by having them identified by one of the few survivors that knew the victim in life. The makeshift grave had attracted the attention of the army, prompting them to send remnants of the JSDF to help them identify the millions who had died.

With the troops and rescuers came radio and in some cases television.

"It has been reported that the mutant known as Magneto, the self proclaimed master of magnetism, caused worldwide catastrophe as he changed the magnetic fields of the earth," the reporter's voice declared, drawing everyone within hearing distance to it. "Coastal cities through out the world experienced similar situations as Japan, though those facing the oceans rather than seas were hit hardest."

Ranma visibly shook. Mutant – this was caused by a mutant! He didn't even know who we were and yet he killed everyone!

Konatsu simply watched as Ranma shook with rage. Yes, things looked to be going as planned.

* * * * *

The ruined city of Seattle was slowly rebuilding. Not only had it been pounded by a tsunami, but Mount St. Helen had erupted recently as the shifts in the magnetic field had thrown off the Teutonic plates beneath the supposedly dormant volcano. The hundreds of survivors and troops had quickly evacuated the area.

But not everyone had left.

A towering building slowly crumbled as a giant figure went crashing through one of the exterior walls. Heavily damaged in the tsunami, the building could not bare its burden any more and slowly gave in, falling into a giant pool of salty water even as the giant figure shook himself off.

"Who the hell are you?" the mammoth figure shouted. Though his blackened metal helmet was scuffed and dented, the muscular bare arms appeared unscathed despite the fact that the man had run through four feet of concrete. Said muscular arms came smashing down, sundering the remains of a toppled building even as the man's target leapt over him, a considerable feat given the size of the man.

Several well placed kicks to the back of the head sent him falling down onto the crushed concrete wall while also propelling his assailant further away from him.

"You were once part of Magneto's Brotherhood," the much smaller figure shouted as it sprang off of the collapsing building and shot back towards the fallen man.

"You're a mutant hunter than," the big man stated as he pushed himself onto his hands and knees, only to be driven back down into the ground as the smaller man landed on the back of his head. Instinctively he lashed out, barely missing the elusive figure that had hounded and harassed him relentlessly for the past day.

Pushing off of the fallen figure Ranma once again was air born. Though he couldn't harm his opponent with his punches, Ranma knew he had other tricks up his sleeve. Even though the techniques were officially sealed, the pigtailed boy decided to use them anyways. Besides, this was a life or death situation.

The old Ranma wouldn't have used the sealed techniques, nor would he have purposely picked a fight like this, but that Ranma was dead, just as dead as the rest of the Nerima Wrecking Crew. This vengeful and vindictive Ranma unleashed several vacuum blades at the still downed mutant, cutting through the hardened helmet and into the man's back even as it crushed the man down into the dirt.

Landing hard but purposefully on his opponent's back, Ranma reached down and yanked off the helmet. It was useful, but the man was expendable.

"I ain't been with the Brotherhood in a long time," the large man shouted as he pushed himself off the ground and forced Ranma off of his back. Standing tall the gigantic man looked down at his puny opponent.

"It's been a long time since anyone's managed to hurt me kid," the mighty figure stated. "I'm going to have fun crushing you.

"So, you seem to heal rather quickly," Ranma shrugged, pulling out an ancient katana.

"That little pig-sticker ain't gonna…"

Before Cain Marko could even finish Ranma had struck, not giving his opponent the time to finish his dialogue.

"A magic blade to cancel out your magical enhancements, and my skill beats out your mutant power," Ranma said, wiping the blade clean even as his opponent's head was sent flying as the powerful, still beating heart filled the air with crimson blood and sent the severed head flying. "And now you're dead."

* * * * *

Four Months Later –

The cool autumn winds of New York blew much harsher than they did in Tokyo. Then again, maybe it was the fact that the world was still trying to readjust to the changes that had happened as a result of one mad, and extremely powerful mutant had wrecked on the entire world. Untold millions had been assumed dead, their bodies never recovered from the ruins of the destroyed cities or the oceans as tsunamis had rocked virtually every coastal city, New York included. But unlike Tokyo, New York had many superheroes to help rebuild. Japan would never be the same, and the handful of survivors definitely wouldn't be.

Not long after the resolution of the attack by Magneto, a group of mutants known as the X-men, at the time lead by one Scott Summers, had announced that all mutants in the United States were now registered by their government. As Japan had few mutants, Ranma had little do to there.

But in New York, well, mutants were much more abundant.

"This is your target," the cross-dressing ninja known as Konatsu stated. "She openly attends this high school. You will be officially transferred to the school on Monday."

The pigtailed assassin nodded. It was her plan, but having Konatsu his plan back to him was nice as it helped stroke his ego. His plans never went wrong, and having the cross-dressing ninja acknowledge it always helped.

Ever since the destruction of Tokyo and the death of virtually everyone that he'd held dear to him, Ranma had changed. The announcement that a mutant had caused the destruction had triggered that change. As a martial artist it was his duty to protect the weak; to protect them from mutants by any means necessary.

"Why don't I just kill her in school?" Ranma asked as he skimmed over the dossier once more. "Ah, her ability to phase – she is virtually untouchable when she doesn't want to be."

"She's but a bit player," the ninja added, playing his part expertly and re-enforcing Ranma's plan. If he were to second guess Ranma's plans than Ranma would simply stick to his original plan even more stubbornly, but if Ranma truly had doubts than the pigtailed martial artist would end up asking him if he should alter his plans. "Use her to get to the other mutants."

Ranma nodded. She was connected to the now infamous X-men, and through them he could get to the remnants of Magneto's followers. Yes, that would be worth faking a friendship with the cursed mutant.

"I know I don't have to say this, but the others want you to watch yourself. New York isn't like Tokyo or Quebec, there are a lot of superheroes here, and even though she's a mutant she's connected to some of them," Konatsu cautioned.

Again Ranma nodded. As the only other survivor from the Nerima Wrecking Crew, though admittedly, Konatsu hadn't wrecked as much havoc as most of the NWC, he was the last link that Ranma had to the old days. If not for the ninja's assistance Ranma probably wouldn't have made it, not with the loss of, well, everyone. Konatsu had helped give him purpose – to avenge those he'd lost and to protect humanity from the threat of mutants.

* * * * *

Watching his former foe and rival for Ukyo's affection, Konatsu wondered if Ranma truly belonged with the Hand. The once vibrant and energetic martial artist had never been one to take a life so willingly and easily – the one life he had taken had been as a last resort and only after a long, drawn out battle. But following the destruction of Tokyo Ranma had killed six powerful mutants without batting an eye. After two months of 'reprogramming', little of which the emotionally broken boy had fought, the former leader of the Nerima Wrecking crew had become a terribly efficient killer.

And it was all thanks to the secret workings of squad seventy seven. The psychics and telepaths had focused Ranma's anger and rage on mutants while also hiding the fact that they themselves were mutants. As such Ranma had become a perfect sleeper agent in that he willingly did everything, all he had to do as his handler was provide him with the profile of a mutant and Ranma willingly undertook the mission. Ranma didn't even question where the ninja had obtained the information as his slight reprogramming not only made him trust Konatsu implicitly but made him overlook such minor details.

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Chaos - that was the best way to describe the classroom. Not the destroying city streets and shutting down businesses chaos of Nerima, but it was chaos none the less. It made Ranma almost feel like he was at home, which only made him hate New York all the more. His home was destroyed, washed away by the giant tsunami which had been the result of one of Them using their powers. One of Them which was just like her – Kitty Pride.

Choking down the urge to just brush past everyone and beat the girl to death, Ranma played the role of the polite, new foreign student. With Japan in shambles many of the survivors who weren't involved in the clean-up or conscripted into the armed forces had fled Japan, seeking to find some measure of comfort by either creating a new life or by fleeing the haunting memories of their old homes. As a small (land-mass wise) island nation Japan had suffered the most, though the Philippines and New Zealand had also suffered tremendous losses as well.

"This is Ranma Saotome," the teacher shouted, though her voice was drowned out by the overly energetic classroom of teens.

Bowing politely, the pigtailed teen knew better than to expect his classmates to question him about his likes and dislikes, hobbies and musical preference – this wasn't Japan and Americans were definitely not the polite people that the Japanese were. This was a nation full of individuals who took pride in their individuality, not a society where those who stood out were pounded back down. Only in Nerima where there were world class, destructive martial artists, did Ranma not stick out. But here, here he was just another face in the crowd.

"Um, why don't you sit in back, the third seat in," the obviously overwhelmed teacher suggested.

Nodding, Ranma took his seat next to the mutant. Soul of Ice, Soul of Ice. Concentrating, he forced himself to relax, smiling politely and even slightly warmly at the admittedly cute girl when she dared to look at her new neighbor. Sitting beside her, he discretely followed her eyes to the young, fairly runty (by American standards at least) youth several rows over.

He continued to watch her, and those around her, throughout the day.

Even though she was capable of making herself intangible the brunette allowed many objects to hit her, though several figures moved to her defense, the most notable being the large, bald boy named Kong. Apparently he'd had a thing for the mute. The teasing and taunting got worse, and the objects larger.

It is a martial artist's duty to protect the weak, Ranma thought as he watched the assault against the girl as she refused to defend herself. Standing up he calmly walked over and batted down the large text book that one of the other students had thrown at her. Between himself and the bigger student the pair was able to keep Kitty from enduring too much abuse. Despite his own urge to kill the girl, Ranma knew that he'd have to play his part well and that defending her was simply something he'd have to do for now if he were to gain her trust.

The only thing that stood out was when the girl had 'phased' her hand through a redhead's digital video recorder, somehow disrupting the electronic device. That was something that he hadn't expected, though fortunately for him he didn't rely on electronic devices. Still, it was something noteworthy to consider if he had to go down that road.

* * * * *

"Hey Gook!" someone shouted.

Ranma had been expecting some sort of retaliation. Obviously with school out the students who had unleashed a barrage of garbage at the mutant girl were trying to come after him. They'd clearly live to regret it.

"I'm talking to you – you stupid Jap!" the athletic redhead shouted as he and his gang of followers stood around Ranma.

"That girl you were defending at lunch is a mutant, she's a freak," one of the other boys shouted as he moved close and tried to intimidate Ranma. "So either you're a mutant-lover or you're a freak!"

The lead boy tried to grab Ranma's favorite red, silk shirt; tried being the operative word as Ranma stepped out of his way and quickly tripped the loudmouthed youth.

Having faced off against Furinkan High's hentai horde when they chased after Akane, Ranma knew more than he should about dealing with overwhelming numbers – especially against those who weren't even close to his level. These thug/punks should have been honored to even be mentioned in the same breath or sentence as the hentai horde. As it was, none of these 'athletes' could hold a candle to the youths at his old high school.

Despite being athletes the punks around him lacked any coordination and balance. Rather than waiting for an opening they looked at each other and waited for one or two of them to move in and try to grab the smaller Japanese boy. Quick as Ranma was, he knew that the punks would never be able to catch him. Using his just a fraction of his unenhanced speed, Ranma danced around the 'football' team, tripping them up and sending them sprawling until finally all of them were either exhausted or completely humbled. Considering that they were simpleminded brutes exhaustion came first as the large crowd that had gathered around all of them was clearly in favor of the thugs beating up one of the mutant's supporters.

After nearly twenty minutes of dancing around the now lethargic punks Ranma eyed the very vocal supporters of exhausted punks.

"He's out of your league guys," a new voice called out, silencing the murmurs and speculative whispers. "Gook's not a mute, not with moves like that. I'd guess he's probably at least a black belt, maybe even a two dan."

Ranma eyed the newest antagonist, a long haired boy with some practiced grace in his steps. Clearly the guy had some martial arts training and wasn't just spouting off random knowledge.

"Now, let's see who's kung fu is better," the boy said with a predatory smile.

A three step run and quick front kick into a flying axe kick was all the boy managed to get off as Ranma sidestepped the attack. Grabbing hold of his shirt Ranma suddenly changed the flashy martial artist's direction, sending him back where he came from though much less graceful an exit than entrance.

"Man, you're not even close to being in my league," the pigtailed martial artist stated as he stepped over the now dazed attacker.

Slowly the assembled youths around him parted, giving him enough room to freely leave the circle that had closed in around him.

* * * * *

A/N

Some back story from Ultimate Spider-man to help set the stage –

Mary Jane Watson used to be Peter Parker's best friend (after Harry Osborn) and was the first to discover Peter's alter-ego, a.k.a. Spider-man. They dated, then things got messy, and Mary Jane dumped him. Peter starts dating Gwen Stacy as a result.

Some kid in school develops the awesome power to blow things up with his mind, only he doesn't do it responsibly or nicely and he and Spidy have a tiff. The X-men get involved, and Spidy gets knocked out and loses his mask. Working under the impression that they now know who he is, he spouts out his name, telling them just who he is now. Anyways, the kid at school happens to have been experimented on while still a fetus and lived in Dr. Doom's country before transferring to America.

Significant in that Spider-man meets the X-men, and starts thinking of Jean Grey and all the x-hotties naked, and Jean being a telepath knows just what he's seeing when he looks at them. He also meets Kitty Pride, the youngest of the X-men.

Being a super-powered teenager, Peter doesn't have many people who can understand him, thus the reason why he starts dating Kitty Pride, a.k.a. Shadowcat. He also makes friends with Johnny Storm, a.k.a. the Human Torch of Fantastic Four fame. This is significant because while hanging out one night with Kitty, Bobby Drake (the Iceman), Johnny, and some others, one of his female friends, Liz, starts on fire. At first he thinks it's because of Johnny, but nope, she's a mutant. She's actually the daughter of the Blob and a human who hooked up with him when he was in the circus. She becomes the heroine Firestar.

Soon after Kitty starts moonlighting as a new superheroine/sidekick to Spider-man and they start dating. Then she gets busted by Xavier and sent home to live with her mother, and goes to school with Peter and Mary Jane.

Now, back to Gwen Stacy. Her father's a cop and he ends up dying so Peter's aunt, Aunt May, takes her in. She dies because of the bio-suit known as Venom is looking for Peter and kills her instead as she is living at the Parker residence.

Once Peter is over her death he starts dating Kitty as he wants someone who can defend herself against the stuff he gets messed up in. Little does he know that Gwen is cloned and will eventually come back as Carnage. Once free of Carnage she starts living with the Parkers again.

Learning of the clones (and the fact that there are three clones of him, one of which is a girl) after going to Reed Richards (Johnny Storm's brother-in-law), Peter signs makes peace with Fury in exchange for getting a shot at Dr. Octavious (who cloned Spider-man). Only Spider-man (the original) and Jessica Drew (the female Spider-man) survive the encounter. As a result of this, Aunt May discovers Peter's secret, prompting Kitty to insist to Jean Grey that she wipe the memories of Aunt May because that's what Peter wants. In truth he doesn't, and that causes a divide between them. Oh, and there's also the fact that Deadpool kidnapped the X-men and Spider-man and it is revealed that Kitty and Spidy are dating on live TV. But they break up because Kitty doesn't understand Peter.

Then one morning he wakes up as Logan/Wolverine. This is because Jean Grey had enough of Logan hitting on her and banished his mind into the last person/place that he wanted to be – inside Peter Parker. Chaos ensues and Peter is finally returned to his original body/mind but he's now bitter against telepaths.

Then there's the March on Ultimatum where Magneto nearly destroys the world and almost succeeds.

Johnny Storm nearly dies and does go to hell, only to be captured by a demon who Spider-man and the Hulk fight after it kills Dr. Strange. Chaos ensues and Spidy is assumed to have been killed in action. Sue Storm shows up with the Thing and they free Johnny from the demon.

J. J. Jameson, the editor and owner of the Daily Bugle, who's had huge grudge against Spider-man, sees firsthand the heroics of Spider-man during the tsunami that destroys New York. He vows to use his paper to clear Spider-man's name. Unfortunately everyone thinks that Spider-man is dead and the piece becomes a eulogy. It works, he turns the public in favor of Spider-man.

While cleaning up New York, Tony Stark, a.k.a. Ironman, and Captain America find a barely alive and unmasked Spider-man (they already know who he is after working with him to take down Norman Osborn and other genetically altered villains, and through Nick Fury) and revive him.

During the March on Ultimatum virtually all the X-men are killed. Wolverine, Cyclops, Angel, Beast, Nightcrawler, Storm, etc. Only Kitty, Bobby, Rogue, and Rachel Summers (daughter of Cyclops and Marvel Girl, a.k.a. Jean Grey) are survive. Mutants are now registered with the government and the X-men are disbanded.

So, the tally of the notable dead are – Thor, Giantman, the Wasp, Wolverine, Cyclops, Angel, Beast, Nightcrawler, Storm, Cannonball, Cypher, Daredevil, Dazzler, Dr. Doom, Dr. Strange, Emma Frost, Blob, Captain Britain, Forge, Franklin Storm, Longshot, Lorelei, Madrox, Magneto, Professor Xavier, Polaris, Psylocke, Sunspot, Syndicate, and Toad. Firestar, Havok, Nightmare, and Valkryie (Thor's wife and the object of Captain America's affections) are all MIA. If you stick to Ultimate cannon, Juggernaut dies after being shot in the eye with a poison dart – he gets better treatment and more respect in this fic.

The Fantastic Four has disbanded, with the Thing now working for Shield, Sue Storm running her father's research (he died), Johnny who is angry at himself for how he talked to his father is now living with Peter Parker, and Reed Richards is finding where he belongs.

The X-men are disbanded with only Jean Grey and Storm as responsible adults, Bobby Drake is at home, as is Kitty Pride, and Rogue still with Jean and Storm.

The Avengers are rebuilding as Valkryie is injured, and only Captain America, Hawkeye, and Ironman are active.

As for Ranma and the Nerima Wrecking Crew, only Ranma and Konatsu survived, though Ryoga, Taro, Happosai, and Ryu are MIA.

Tweaking Ranma's personality – has anyone seen the old (90's old) show Babylon 5? Think what the PsyCore (the group of human psychics) did to the former chief of security. They didn't erase his memories or add any subtle programming, they just made him more angry, bitter, and he ended up doing just what they wanted him to do without needing too much additional input/orders.

Besides, if you read any Marvel you'd know that brainwashing is so cannon. It's happened to almost everyone at some point in time.

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