The Story So Far...

The Story SO FAR: What we know is America Chavez ‘ported into Universe-4007 a few days ago and felt…something. A ripple, a tremor in the fabric of reality. A warning, and it was coming from Earth. She landed in St Louis, Mo (Earth-4007) still feeling the low hum of the disturbance. Putting down stakes, she took a room at the YWCA and enrolled in the local middle school to keep her ear to whatever was going on in the universe. Nothing gets by Earth teenagers.

Meanwhile, Miles Eduardo Morales kept busy these past few weeks, stopping gas station holdups and neighborhood taggers. His SHIELD training is on hold until, well until he hears from Nick Fury. He reported to the secret meeting location for his twice-a-week training routine, but no one showed. Not Fury, May, Fitz, or any of the Avengers-in-Training. Come to think of it, the Avengers are off-world and incommunicado. If not for his run-in with Ms. Marvel over the weekend, he’d swear he was the only costumed hero in the whole city.

And don’t forget Caiero “Skaar” Bannerson, son of the rage-fueled Avenger and world renowned scientist Dr. Bruce Banner. His adjustment to civilized life is steady, but he prefers the noise of pterodactyl and to trucks. His “puny” form is happy to be among the peace, well as peaceful as a middle school hallway can be. Food is easier to come by in the city of St Louis. No longer must he transform into a raging behemoth to feast on prehistoric meats. Now there’s hotdogs, hot and ready and doused in ketchup. He misses his father though, well the “puny” side of him does. Bruce answered his A-card days ago, and ever since Skaar returns to an empty home each night. Though he now gets to stay up and watch Adult Swim.

Kingpin controls the St Louis underworld. Zebediah Killgrave is an up and coming boss who keeps his eyes on Fisk’s throne and his desire on a myth of the underworld. But who truly controls the under-world? Strange earthquakes disrupt St Louis monthly, and no one seems to understand why. With large scale events taking place around the globe, SHIELD is stretched thin, and HYDRA grows bold. Cells are popping up and claiming terrorist acts. The underworld whispers “Heads of Hydra always grow back.” Has Kraken returned or worse the Red Skull? And who has stolen the thunder? Strange storms amass across the globe, resulting in strange occurrences, and reports of fallen stars whose metallic heads resemble hammers. All of this and reports of “little green men” to boot. Things are strange on Earth-4007, strange indeed.

Vol. 1 / Issue #0.1: Something Amiss

Issue #0.1: Something Amiss

This was a bad idea. This was a bad, stupid, double-bad idea. I hate school. I didn't like it the first time I failed out, and I don't know why I thought it was a good idea to go undercover at a middle school. I miss New York. I miss Utopia. I miss that universe where I was the President of Earth. That was a load of fun. I'm giving Florissant,MO of Earth-4007 one more day and then I'm kicking stars out of here.

And I can't believe I'm eating lunch alone. Again! I'm fun. People like me. I was the President for crying out loud. Just because I didn't know who Miley Cyrus was suddenly I'm an outcast. Miley Cyrus doesn't even exist in other universes! Or at least she isn't famous. I wish Kate was here, or heck even Loki. No, I take that back. Speak of the devil and all that. This planet is the worst. On Earth-658 you couldn't go two feet without finding someone in need of a knuckle sandwich, but here...It's too quiet.

Where are the Avengers? Why aren't they making headlines like in every other reality? I don't know if I can wait around any longer to get the Captain America of this reality to take a selfie with me. This place is the wooorst Who even is the Cap of this universe? Bucky? Sharon Carter? Isaiah Bradley? If it's Steve Rogers than that's cool, but I love a universe with a good surprise in store.

Hopefully whatever that tremor was when I 'ported here isn't an issue on a galactic scale for some reason originating from busy little Florissant...

Vol.1 / Issue #0.2: Dude, Where's My Dad?

Issue #0.2: Dude, Where's My Dad?

Son of Hulk

This is not what I agreed to when Banner convinced me to leave behind my adopted home. I am the Son of the Green Scar. I brought the Red King to his knees. In the Savage Land I feasted on Tyrannosaurus. This toe-foo is enough to bring about my rage.

Why is Banner's refrigerator never filled with raw meat? I know my father's true self yearns for battle, to bring down a kill and feast while its still warm. This toe-foo is not fit for the vultures. He must know how difficult it is to remain puny, when the beast inside me is so aggravated by this meat.

And this skool is not as he promised. How will spending hours confined to a chair help me control my savage within? The blood of Sakaar is in my veins. It burns as I sit here, watching, listening, as that woman drones on about symbols that mean other symbols. It is all I can do keep my true self bound, to remain in a state of peace. Is this truly the only way to live an existence void of savagery?

It is what my mother wanted, or so Banner tells me. Though I feel it in my heart, a yearning for peace. Perhaps, like the Old Strong, I inherited that from her as well.

So drone on then Lady Sarkissian of the Infernal Algebra. Next period is gym and I will run free. The savage inside will cool once I jump jacks and lap the Field of Football.

Vol.1/ Issue #2: Going Green

Issue #2: Going Green

Coming to his rescue, Miss America scooped the down hero up into her arms and teleported them both to safety in a universe far, far away. There was only Skaar left to deal with his deranged father.

“Skaar, SLASH!”

Skaar

With his giant green fists, the Son of Hulk rampaged across his father’s person, blow after blow. The Hulk staggered back from the fight, but came back swinging. He sent the point of his hammer straight into Skaar’s chin—but wait! Skaar caught the hammer by it’s handle and used it to keep his suffering father in place. And then a flash of light! Miss America returned with Spider-man, healed and ready for more action. Using their arrival as a distraction against Hulk, Skaar was able to rip the hammer from his hands. Free of this strange weapons power, Hulk shrank down into his mild mannered ego, Doctor Bruce Banner. Passed out on the ground, the young heroes went to his aid, but before they could lay a helping hand on him HYDRA materialized onto the scene. Two of their number, grabbed Banner and the hammer, and used the devices on their belts to teleport away.

With the noise of sirens blaring and the school bell ringing, the teen heroes had no choice but to slip back into their civilian identities. Successful in their attempts to blend in, the heroes are separated again, siting in their Homerooms trying to decide what to do next…

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Vol.1 / Issue #0.3: Down Came the Rain

Issue #0.3: Down Came the Rain

"The itsy bitsy spider went up the gutter spout? No, water spout. Right, the thing Helen Keller was using when she first learned to communicate."

I felt a pinch in my knuckle when I connected with the guy's jaw. I felt it crack, his jaw, not my knuckle. Superhuman strength means the worst I'm going to feel is a slight pinch. Lucky for me. There's a second guy, coming up fast behind me. My spider-sense pinged him fast enough for me to back flip over him. I ricochet off the pavement, onto the wall and then do a...flying kick? Spinny-kick? I don't know the words. SHIELD hasn't called me back about training in a few weeks. No wait, it's been a month!

One good spinny-kick puts Tagger No. 2 down. A twirly-punch finishes Tagger No. 1. I think these guys go to my school. And yeah I know writing your name on a wall isn't a big deal, but this wasn't
some burned out building, it was somebody's house. I expected to show them my mask and they'd run off, but No. 2 had a pocket knife and thought today was his day to get famous. No such luck. They should be glad I didn't use my venom blast.

Travel via my web shooters is quicker than the bus, and luckily nobody in Florissant, MO bothers looking up. Once Cross Keys is in sight, I drop down behind a dumpster and quick-change into my school schools. They fit snugly in my backpack, on top of my Social Studies and Pre-Algebra books. Ugh! Guess they don't fit so well on top of my lunch. My peanut butter and jelly is just a wad now, but at least my carrots and pudding staid fresh. Hopefully the machine won't eat my quarters again and I can get a Dew after gym.

Shirt and jeans on. Shoes laced, Backpack draped over one shoulder. I am ready to go. Today started strange with those taggers, but now all I have to worry about is that Bio exam third period, then maybe a little heroing after school and everything will be right as rain.