Amorously Minded 3.0: The Revengeance. (A Marvel Vs Capcom story)

So as of the newest releases, Asura's Wrath is the distant past of the Street Fighter Universe - though the only way anything as made it's way between the series seems to be reincarnation.

Not sure if a Chun-Li expy automatically equals Street Fighter, but that aside, Gaea still exists. The question is whether or not the "Will of the Planet" was ever anything more than Chakravartin's tool, and if it survived Asura and Yasha pulverizing the Vlitra Core - which, depending on how closely the Will and the Wrath of the Planet were interconnected, could have been the equivalent of anything from taking two industrial-strength Tylenol to cure a headache, to catastrophic brain damage. Assuming that Mother Gaea is conscious on some level, she might very well recall What Has Gone Before and be in a position to remind people about it. Or she could decide to unleash the Gohma again.

I also don't buy Mithra's claim that killing Chakravartin would result in the permanent loss of all Mantra in the universe - she made that statement based on something the Golden Bastard said to her in one of the interludes, and he strikes me as about as trustworthy a source as Kyuubei.

Actually, they're going to release a mini-chapter where you get to beat up Ryu, and another mini-chapter where you get to beat up Akuma.

Also, Chakravartin didn't seem to actually lie himself - he sidestepped awkward questions, but statements he basically made to himself seemed to be in keeping with his claims. He's a genuine supernatural entity able to move back and forth between the living world and the world of the dead. He can kill and create worlds (though he isn't a 'true' god, he operates on the scale of worlds, not galaxies). When the Mantra disappeared, the remaining demigods we saw did become mortal (Mithra). Asura did have a critical existence failure.

Mantra seems to be like M. Bison's Psychopower - some kind of supercharged Ki++. Remember it's character; Wrath, Pride, Greed, Lust, Vanity, Violence, Melancholy, and Sloth. That isn't a balanced or a harmonious force of nature, it the dark blessing of a Mad God.

Redrangerpower, you may want to just leave the color of your story blocks at the default (uncolored) since some of us don't use the dark forum themes. It's very difficult to spot light gray text on a white background.

Other than that, hilarious segment... and just goes to show how jaded everyone in Marvelverse must be

Which is why I said he reminds me of the damn Incubator.

More than that, I find it deeply suspicious that "the Spinner of All Mantra" doesn't manifest his true form until after he's taken the girl with the Mantra-amplification powers as a hostage/host. Then there's "Chakravartin, the Creator," which looks like a full-body prosthetic version of the Demigods' own cybernetics.

If Chakravartin's death did indeed cause the Mantra to vanish quickly enough and on a large enough scale to kill off Asura for good, Mithra should have died in the collapse of the Event Horizon. I'll concede that she might have been burning "residual" Mantra that wouldn't get recycled or replaced by the Spinner, and Asura may have allowed himself to die to avoid using up the now-limited "fuel supply" that his daughter needed to get safely back to Earth, but I have my doubts that a guy whose solution to every problem was to flip out and punch things would have thought the matter through that far.

Personally, I think the reason Asura died was because, in his own (last) words, his Wrath was finally gone. Deus did kill him 12,500 years ago, and it was only Asura's Wrath - specifically against Mithra's suffering - that allowed him to keep coming back. Asura was technically a kind of revenant, and as such, once his grudge was settled - by making sure that all those who had hurt or were a threat to Mithra were dead - he moved on.

Indeed; any universe that runs on five of the Seven Deadly Sins and a couple of their close cousins is not a place I'd want to visit.

Against Galactus himself? Nothing. Frank was getting pictures of the chaos, Wright was curled up into a small sobbing ball, and Chris was helping out Cap and Spencer with fighting the fake heralds and evacuating people from hotzones. Tiers are firmly in place and people trying to step out of them don't often fare well. Just ask The Mad Gear Gang of Metro City, who thought they could take on Ghost Rider.

Yeah, not sure why that happened. Guess it adds a color when you copy and paste stuff. I'll keep that in mind in the future.

Asura's Wrath does take place in the distant past, and they (I'm calling Asura's people the Vajara) liked to butt heads with the Eternals and the occasional Aseir. They all also enjoyed going after the local mega wildlife with absurdly large melee weapons (Monster Hunter). And there was a lot of talk about some blue haired kid who could turn into a dragon, and how he kept on popping up every century or so with a new haircut.

For more modern goings-on, Maya Fey actually has been kidnapped a few times. Mostly by her village elders, or people they hired, trying to force her to do the whole "take up the mantle" thing, and once by Deadpool. The box Deadpool shipped Bob to Japan in got lost, so he had to find a suitable replacement; she was fondly refered to as "Bobette". To the good of pretty much nobody, Maya became the first (and so far only) Deadpool fangirl, is now training with katanas and splits her meals between burgers and chimichangas.

now there's a story I'd like to see more of.

Oh dear god why?

Also a quick question: How did Tron and Zero get sent back in time to fight Galactus? Was it accidental or on purpose?

Keep up the good work, Redranger!

Maya Fey - Mithra? They do look alike, and with those reincarnations...
...Poor Deadpool.

Aye... Tony's in a bit of a dour problem..
Kid in trouble & growing... Dinosaurs chasing damaged Vehicle...


RedRangerPower. CH_10a .Tony'sPad -_ Tony&Pepper, NewHeir, Sipping&News, Dinosaur&Ferrari, Norah&Frank, JARVIS!

On that note, since we've been talking about relationships for a while, I have to ask, in this verse at this point in time, what is the relationship between Maya and Phoenix?

It'd be very short. To the effect of this:

Mad Gear Gang: We survived Mike Haggar! We can survive you too Ghost Rider!
Ghost Rider: Challenge Accepted.
*Straight month of anarchy in Metro City that leaves only a fleeing Poision, Hugo, Roxy and Rolento of the MGG alive*.

That little incident is why Mike Haggar could go be mayor of New York, and president of the US a little further down the line. Nobody in Metro was going to act up after that.

Because Maya likes to joke about having been kidnapped and accused of murder. Those aren't non sequiturs, they're fond memories.

Very accidental. Dat Third Light stuff is very twitchy. Same with Arthur.

Not sure if I'm going to go for reincarnations for the Varaja (Asurans), gonna have to think about it. Though you make a good point, Maya and Mithra do look pretty darn similar.

Hmm. Perhaps civilian guises like Thor had for a while?

Best buds who work together. For the moment, its honestly never crossed their minds to be something other than that. Think Jay and Silent Bob, but they work for the courts.

The official name of the culture is the Shinkoku Trastrium Civilization, though it's usually just called the Trastrium Civilization. I would hold off on having anyone appear though. As I said, in a little while we're going to have a Angry Man (the name they seem to be using for Asura's reincarnation) vs. Ryu and and Angry Man vs. Akuma fight. We've already seen Mithra's reincarnation as well, she's Angry Man's Daughter again.

I'm using Shinkoku Trastrium as the civilization name and Vajara as the name for the actual people. If only because I have no idea how I'd pluralize Shinkoku Trastrium and have it not look silly/snobbishly wordy. And I agree, I'll keep them on the backburner until we see what the DLC is all about.

I just had an idea: Chibiterasu meets Lil' Loki. And possibly one or more Helpuppies.

Avengers inspired me to do stuff. And so, here's what happens next.

~*~

Tony idly discarded his phone in a general floor facing direction and collapsed back into his workshop chair with a deep sigh.

"Ok," he muttered and rubbed his forehead with one hand. "That's taken care of."

Pepper Potts could go on, and on, and on, at great length when she really wanted to. And today she'd had the inclination to do just that, barely allowing her husband Happy Hogan moment to be surprised at the news of Tony's new heir, before declaring that they would be headed back to New York state immediately. Presumably she wanted to continue yelling at him in person, but at least Tony had a day or two before that would come to pass; short notice tickets back from Hawaii weren't easy to come by.

And since she didn't use the jet, well, Tony allowed himself a grin, guess she'll just have to wait like all those regular people. Gotta be a downgrade, no wet bar, no disco lights, and no dancers. Shame for her.

Sadly, indulging in that thought didn't entirely take Tony's mind off of the facts as they stood now. He'd been in a hurry to shoo his daughter out the door, so he could deal with both Pepper and the Avengers awkwardness without directly involving her. In his haste, he'd given her a credit card and told his friend Peter to take Lilith to a mall. As one might expect, mall plus young girl, plus credit card equaled purchases, and so she was wrung up on a very distinctive bit of plastic with Tony Stark's name happily embossed on it. This had gotten some attention from the salespeople, and damn Twitter, had quickly found its way onto the internet. To compress the situation into one dread inducing sentence: the world at large now could reasonably guess that Tony Stark, billionaire playboy with a perchance for flying around in the Iron Man power armor of his own design, had suddenly nabbed himself a daughter.

Well, at least they didn't immediately jump to the "pedophile" conclusion, Tony thought and rubbed his forehead again as an image of the shit storm that sort of rumor would create took form in his mind. That'd make for a bad People Magazine cover, even worse than that Playgirl centerfold rumor. Not like I wouldn't have done it, but they didn't ask and just photoshopped my head onto somebody.

The downside to Pepper being a day or two out, and thus unable to yell at him any more until then, was that Tony himself would have to be the one to deal with the press. And Tony Stark had a. . . less than exemplary track record with the media. The idea of simply threatening the assembled reporters, and anybody watching, at repulsor point to not stick their noses into his family business held a fair amount of appeal. Oh, it'd get him into trouble, but it honestly might be worth it just to see the look on the faces of the paparazzi.

Then again, if I go in too strong, people will want to start investigating. You can't threaten anybody these days without people thinking you're up to something. Tony clicked his tongue in annoyance. Might just have to use the "I'm adopting kids" routine. Not a lot of ways to explain her being that old anyway.

The idea of lying about his daughter left a bad taste in the genius' mouth, but it wasn't like he had a whole lot of options. Saying she was half demon would raise all manner of difficult and unpleasant questions, and it'd put a big neon "Demons? Inquire within" sign above his house for everybody who'd ever had a bone to pick with the supernatural.

Tony shook his head, suddenly feeling tired. Still day one, and I already think the kid might be more trouble than she's worth. Wonder if that's normal?

Deciding that he could use a drink, Tony Stark got up and wandered over to a small steel bar and liquor cabinet. It was tucked away in the corner of his workshop, with a nice view of his various Iron Man armors and the dozen or so cars he kept around to tinker with. Opening the glass liquor cabinet required a thumb print, because Tony was responsible, and after it chimed he grabbed an unassuming crystal decanter filled with some very potent fifteen year old scotch. A hand full of ice tossed into a glass and a healthy pour of the scotch made Tony feel a little better.

He took a sip, enjoying the warm burn it gave off as it went down his throat and into his chest, scooped up a remote and decided to see how bad the media frenzy was. The television he kept in his workshop was more for some soothing white noise while he worked than anything else, so it was considerably smaller than its dead sibling in the living room.

A pretty woman with short blond hair, probably in her late twenties, popped on the screen sitting behind a long dark blue news station desk. A small picture of Tony hovered over her right shoulder, with the words "The family Stark?" stamped just below it, and the small cut in name tag said her name was Norah Winters. ". . .While sources are still vague, we'll keep you up to date on the story. One thing is for sure, Tony Stark has a bit of explaining to do," She ended that with a little smile.

Tony snorted at the TV and took another sip. "Not on anything below CNN, otherwise people will think I'm slipping. Can't have that."

The blond went to say something else, but stopped and held her hand to her earpiece. She looked baffled for a moment, then her eyebrows shot up and she turned her blue eyes to the camera. "Breaking news on the I-95 freeway just outside of Manhattan. We're going to our guest reporter on the scene Frank West." A new picture popped up of a haggard looking middle-aged man with short brown hair. The highway, and a fairly impressive traffic jam, lurked behind him. "Frank? Are you serious?"

Frank glowered at the camera. "You really think I'd joke about this? I've covered-"

"We know what you've covered Frank," Norah interrupted irritably. "But a dinosaur? Really?"

Tony felt himself grin around the lip of his glass. Just like New York. Bring us your poor, your downtrodden, your Mesozoic.

"I know what I saw Norah," Frank grouched back, and adjusted his brown leather jacket and frumpy white button down shirt. He then nodded to the camera. "I got footage of it, I'm sending it now."

The picture suddenly switched to a shaky image from on the freeway, likely a camera phone or hand held camera. Heavy, disbelieving breathing echoed over the footage for a moment, the image bouncing around as the operator tried to find the right angle and a very familiar aqua Ferrari came into focus.

Tony felt himself stop mid gulp. Oh no.

The passenger side door was gone, and as the car flew by, Tony caught a flash of somebody in red, wearing a matching mask with large white eyes behind the wheel. A rapid succession of loud rumbles, like god practicing on the drums, quickly followed. And, lo-and-behold, a bright red T-Rex looking dinosaur, with horns yet, rampaged through the shot and after the car.

Of course it'd be Peter. Who else could find a dinosaur to chase them out of New York? Tony put the cold glass to his head, suddenly fighting off a headache. Aside from Matthew Broderick.

"You get back here you bastard!" A male voice hollered. A white haired man charged through the shot after the dinosaur, moving faster than any normal human could. The red duster he wore didn't quite cover the massive broadsword on his back, despite is flapping around like a cape. "Ignore me will ya? When I get a hold of you I'll," The rest of his angry yelling was censored by a very long beep and the whole insane chase vanished when the highway turned behind some trees.

"Jesus," the cameraman whispered. "Did that just happen?"

The picture when back to a clearly aghast Norah Winters. She sputtered for a moment, unable to offer comment before hanging her head and sighing. "Only in New York ladies and gentlemen."

"Sir," JARVIS came over the speakers. "I feel I should inform you that-"

"Yeah I know," Tony knocked back the rest of the scotch and hurried toward the piece of floor which hid the machines that could put Tony Stark into a suit of Iron Man armor in under sixty seconds. "Prep the Mk. VI. Again."

~*~

The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division, better known by the acronym S.H.I.E.L.D., was always on the lookout for the next thing that could aid them in keeping the world safe from super human threats. Anything from alien technologies, to expensive gene therapy, to new forms of intensive training were fair game at S.H.I.E.L.D. Today, however, the new toy was something much closer to home than what they'd been studying in the past.

For Agent Phil Coulson, it was also much more fun. Coulson looked into a mirror in the changing room he was in, quietly marveling at how inconspicuous the new piece of tech really was. To anybody who didn't know better, he merely looked like a fit middle aged man, with short cut mousey brown hair, in a well tailored dark gray suit. He brought up one hand and experimentally balled it into a fist. The black gloves barely felt like they were there, and the flat metal studs imbedded in the material would give him an extra little wallop even when they weren't crackling with electricity. While not as immediately impressive as the gun that was based on the technology of the Asgardian Destroyer robot, this promised to be far more inconspicuous.

"Enjoying the Aegis Mk. 1 so far?" A calm voice asked from behind him. Coulson turned and stood at attention as a tall African-American man, with a shaved head and a black eye patch over his left eye, approached from the door. Director Nick Fury could sneak up on essentially anybody, even in his large black leather duster and matching combat boots. "The CIA certainly came through with this one, didn't they?"

Coulson nodded and examined the gloves again. "Feels good sir, it's almost like any other suit. Aside from the modifications, of course."

The director inspected him for a moment then raised an eyebrow. "No glasses?"

"Not really my style. Sir," Coulson replied with a light shrug. The gold aviators suited Maya, in their own way, but they'd just made Coulson look ridiculous.

A smile smirk tugged at the right side of Fury's lips. "Indeed. I assume you've familiarized yourself with all of it?"

There was something of an ongoing joke at S.H.I.E.L.D. regarding the director. It was said that any time Fury smiled, somebody either dropped dead, or the director had an assignment for somebody that could best be described as "abnormal". When Coulson saw that smirk on the directors face, he knew he was in for something.

"Of course sir, Agent Maya's instruction was quite thorough and I've seen the videos we have on file. I should have a handle on everything now."

Fury nodded once. "Good to hear. Because I have a special assignment for you."

"That sounds," the agent paused, trying to think of a tactful description, "ominous."

"Over the last hour, we've received reports that we might be dealing with a code AES-96169," Fury paused to let Coulson absorb that. The director tucked his hands behind his back and paced to the back of the room. "It gets better. We've also received reports that the new asset has been threatened by paranormal incursions twice already, and this is her first day here. You've interacted with Stark well enough, so I want you to be the one on site in case things take a turn for the worse."

Fury turned to look at Coulson, who remained quiet for a few minutes. Finally, with a deep sigh, the agent asked, "Do I get hazard pay?"

"An extra twenty five thousand, plus you get to test out the Aegis in the field."

Coulson's eyebrows raised at this, but a smile slowly crossed his lips. "That sounds fair. I'll be on the next Quinjet."

Director Fury nodded with that same smirk from earlier. He walked toward the door, stopped when it automatically slide to one side and turned to look at Coulson over his shoulder.

"A word of advice Coulson: go easy on the rocket shoes. Those can sneak up on you."

~*~

"'Take my daughter out Peter' he said. 'Just for the afternoon' he said. Nothing can go wrong in one afternoon, right?" Peter Parker snarled and yanked the steering wheel to the left. Casa del Tony Stark was within view now, and the dinosaur had yet to give up the chase. He turned his head slightly and yelled to the back of the car. "Chun-Li, when we get near Tony's I need you to take Lilith inside and get ol' shell head outside. I don't think Godzookie back there is going to heed the 'keep off grass' signs."

"Right," the Chinese woman replied.

"What?" The half succubus demanded. "But I can help! I got the blaster-"

Peter yanked the wheel again, causing both ladies in the back to yelp as they collided with each other, and the Ferrari flew through the already open front gate of Tony Stark's property and onto the long driveway. Another few seconds and it'll be go time with Crocosaurs. "Not the time Lil'. Thing didn't work in the mall and I don't wanna see you be gator chow. Do it for your uncle Peter, alright?"

Judging by her expression in the rearview mirror, Lilith clearly didn't like the idea but clamped her mouth shut and nodded.

The Ferrari squealed to a halt just in front of the front doors. Chun-Li all but hurled the young half succubus out of the vehicle, dove out herself. Peter followed suit, having slipped his Spider-Man mask back on during the drive, and stood protectively in front of the two women. The red T-Rex had just cleared the perimeter wall with an impressive long jump and was charging up the well manicured lawn. A stone sculpture of Iron Man was obliterated when the dinosaur's tail slapped it as it passed.

Peter flicked a glance at the Chinese woman and the young succubus, "Get a move on you two!"

"I'll get daddy out here quick! He'll help you whoop that- yagh!" Chun-Li cut Lilith off as she bodily yanked the younger girl into the house and slammed the doors behind them.

With those two more or less safe inside Tony's house, Peter could turn his full attention to the dinosaur. And not a moment too soon because his spider-sense suddenly screamed at him. The cause of this, as Peter saw, was the big red T-Rex opening its mouth as it charged and spitting an orb of fire the size of a Volkswagen beetle at him.

Peter Parker said a few choice words that Aunt May would have grounded him for if she ever heard them, his current living arrangements be damned, and back flipped onto the flat rooftop of Tony's house. The fireball smashed into the area where he'd been standing a moment before, and detonated with the force of a box of dynamite. Because of where he'd been standing, and hence where the fireball had been spat at, the explosion incinerated a portion of the aqua Ferrari. Peter felt his blood turn to ice water and his eye twitched at the melted hood of The Car.

"You. . . you killed The Car," Peter whispered. He then snarled, "you killed The Car!"

Instantly, quip-tastic, happy go-lucky Peter Parker vanished and game face Peter Parker was put into the driver's seat. Both of his hands flew up and shot thick balls of webbing at the dinosaur's face, a few of the which caught the monster in the right eye. It roared at the loss of half its vision and decided to take a page out of the Hulk's play book: when in doubt, or blinded by Spider-Man, charge angrily. Peter leapt off the roof, just as the red T-Rex barreled into the front of the house with a thunderous crash that kicked up a cloud of dust and made a new porch for Casa del Tony Stark. Twisting himself in the air, Peter shot a pair of web lines at the back of the dinosaur's large head.

When the lines stuck, Peter closed his fists over the webbing and pulled with every last ounce of his super strength. This had a twofold effect: the first being that the red dinosaur suddenly found itself yanked right out of the house and about ten feet into the air, and second, simultaneous effect, was that Peter became a human missile whose feet were aimed directly at the beastie's face. Apparently, Godzookie was quite surprised to be suddenly experiencing flight, because it didn't notice Peter until he slammed feet first into its jaw. A loud crack echoed in Peter's ears and a few of the dinosaurs steak-knife sized teeth flew out of its mouth as the whole animal crashed to the ground. Spidey instinctually flipped back and off the monster, landing again on the roof of Tony's house. This turned out to be an excellent strategy when Godzookie surged back to its feet, shook its head, then snarled at him. For his part, Peter raised the least polite finger in the western world at the beast.

"Come and get me Crocostimpy!"

Godzookie swung its body around, intending to swat its small, but annoying, opponent with its tail. Peter, of course, had other plans and dove off the roof, just missing an unwelcomed date with a large dinosaur backside. He landed in a crouch and aimed his webshooters at Godzookie's feet, giving them a generous wrapping of sticky web. Because the monster was mid-turn when its feet were unexpectedly bound together, the momentum of Godzookie's tail swing caused it to spin round further than it expected and, with no way to stop it, collapse right back into the ground. For a brief moment it lay still, seemingly dazed, then the dinosaur let out a howl of frustration and kicked its legs, trying to find traction to stand and continue the fight.

"Oh no you don't!" Peter yelled and leapt at the downed Godzookie. Drawing his fist back in the air, he put all of his momentum into one solid haymaker into the dinosaur's face. That sent all several tons of dinosaur skidding and rolling several meters away. With an agonized groan, Godzookie tapped out, and win by technical knock-out went to Peter Benjamin Parker.

It was at exactly that moment that Tony Stark, fully encased in his Iron Man armor rocketed out of the back of the house and landed next to Peter, repulsors already squealing with a built-up charge and aimed directly at the unconscious dinosaur. A beat passed where nothing moved and slowly Iron Man lowered his arms. The faceplate folded up and Tony gave Peter a vaguely bemused look.

"I handled it," Peter said between winded breaths. "Where were you?"

Tony's expression turned embarrassed. "There was. . .a glitch."

"Really? A glitch?"

"Well," Tony cleared his throat, "more like a jam in the armor wreathing system. The arms that put on the chest plate weren't doing anything so I had to hit them a few times. Are you ok?"

"No," Peter replied and gave the burnt husk of The Car a forlorn look, "we lost a good friend today."

A metal hand clapped Peter on the shoulder firmly. "And we'll never forget. We'll give it a Viking funeral, it's what Thor would do." Tony looked at the dinosaur again. "Gotta say, that must of been a helluva fight. Hope JARVIS got a video of it."

"Peter!" The thin form of Lilith Aensland Stark surged out of the house and latched onto the him with a hug. Big candy red eyes gazed up at him in concern. "Are you ok? I'm sorry I couldn't help, and I sent daddy out as soon as I could! That lizard was huge!"

With the adrenaline rapidly draining out of him, and his brain leaving "fight or get chomped on" mode, he was once again free to get uncomfortable at this close contact. He gently slipped out of the hug and did his best to give a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, yeah I'm ok. Just a little broken up about the car."

"Pete," Chun-Li called as she also quickly emerged from the house, "Pete are you alright? We heard some bad-" She trailed off as her eyes caught sight of the knocked out dinosaur. The Interpol agent stopped in her tracks. "Did you beat up the dinosaur?"

Lilith started at this and titled her head to look past Pete and at the red dinosaur. "You did that?" She blinked in astonishment. "But-but I sent out daddy! I thought he'd. . ."

Pete tried his best to look offended. "Hey, come on! A little faith for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Proportional strength of a spider, remember?" A short chuckle escaped Peter's mouth. "And the house got in a good hit too. Guess it was a tag-team."

"Whoa," Lilith whispered, and that "you remind me of an ice cream sundae" smile from the mall reappeared on her face.

Chun-Li stared at the dinosaur for another few seconds, then whispered something in Chinese that had a distinctly swear word feel to it. Her brown eyes turned back to Peter, and the smile she gave him mirrored Lilith's perfectly.

Pete glanced between the two. Ever get the feeling that your spider-sense should be going off, but isn't? Why, yes I do me. And that you're talking to yourself isn't a good sign either. That's a good point me.

Tony gave Peter another pat on the shoulder, shaking the younger man from his thoughts. "Well, don't worry. Your clown car is still safe." The billionaire nodded to the left where the tiny blue smart car was tucked away, completely unscathed by the fight. "I can get you a Ferrari sticker to put on it if it'll make you feel better."

A short chuckled escaped Peter's mouth. "Well, pretty much yeah. The house got in a good hit too."

Chun-Li stared for another few seconds, then whispered something in Chinese that had a distinctly swear word feel to it. Her brown eyes turned back to Peter, a smile that reminded him of the one Lilith had given him at the mall crossing her lips.

Tony gave Peter another pat on the shoulder. "Well, don't worry. Your clown car is still safe." The billionaire nodded to the left where the tiny blue smart car was tucked away, completely unscathed by the fight. "I can get you a Ferrari sticker to put on it if it'll make you feel better."

Peter glowered at his friend. "Now you're just being mean."

No sooner had those words left Peter Parker's mouth than an angry explosion of pink fire erupted from a spot a few meters away, just next to the fallen Godzookie. A sleek, deadly looking form rocketed out of the fire, what looked like sharpened spears orbiting its body, missing the dinosaur by scant inches, and it slammed right into the aforementioned blue smart car. The force of the sudden impact caused the whole side of the car to cave inward with a loud screech of metal, plastic, and shattering glass. The pink fire wreathing the newcomer dissipated and a very serious looking Morrigan Aensland came into focus. Her wings had morphed into a mass of spear-like thorns, all of which were imbedded in the poor innocent smart car. The succubus queen's emerald eyes blinked, and her deadly focused expression morphed into surprise. Slowly, the black thorns melted back into her wings and she took a step back from the car, giving it an uncomprehending look.

Peter couldn't contain himself, "Oh come on!"

The succubus turned, gave the assembled group a bemused once over, then turned to the spot she'd teleported in from, and caught sight of the fallen red T-Rex her charge had completely missed. Her green eyebrows raised and the succubus' cheeks colored ever so slightly. "Ah. I seem to be late." She pointed at the dinosaur somewhat sheepishly, "I suppose that is Red Hauzer?"

"You," Peter yelled, pointing at the succubus, then at the wrecked smart car, "gah! Why? Just, bah!" He devolved into an incomprehensible mess of angry, disbelieving noises, repeatedly indicating at Morrigan, then the smart car, then Morrigan again.

"I sensed Hauzer much closer to the house while I was teleporting," the succubus replied and turned her sheepish expression to the smart car. "I suppose I was a touch, rash."

Lilith was the next to react. "Hi mommy!" She waved enthusiastically, which Morrigan returned with a small grin.

"So, two for the Viking funeral then," Tony noted. "Gonna have to call up more Vikings, it's going to be a big job getting both of those cars into boats."

"Gaah!" Peter shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. "I have to pay for the deposit on that!"

Chun-Li hung back from this newest insanity. Well, at least this means Peter doesn't get to drive again for a little while. She took more solace in that fact than she'd like to admit. Still, he knocked out a dinosaur. That's. . .that's something. That slow smile she'd given Peter earlier reappeared on her face. Definitely something.

"Alright, time to," A gasp interrupted Dante's proclamation as he trudged up the driveway, exhausted, "to party." The demon hunter caught sight of the dinosaur, thoroughly incapacitated and he kicked a patched of dirt. "Ah. Ah, damn it, you got him without me?"

Awesome stuff red ranger

And that's why you don't jump out of the car when you want to be part of a chase scene.

Agreed. The only acceptable time to do that is if you're jumping onto the other party in the chase (bonus points when they're a giant monster), not onto the road.

Hoooo boy, more and more women are looking at Peter as if he's a nice steak. All we need now is Juri Han and there's a perfect storm of jealousy lust in the air.

Don't forget Mary-Jane Watson! And...ugh...she who must not be named.

Re:the current chapter: Agent Coulson, yay! I'm glad to see he's being his usual awesome self.

Sounds like it'd be funny. On a related note, I found this on Danbooru and decided to post it here for your consideration:



Chibiterasu made a friend~. And yes, winged kitty is exactly who you think she is. I don't expect you to actually incorporate this, but if it gives you ideas, that's great.

Given that the cross is with the Marvel Universe, a more likely new pal for Chibiterasu would be Lockheed.

MJ? She's doing her acting thing. May or may not be Viewtiful at the moment.

And its not just Coulson. Its Coulson with a new toy. Anybody wanna take a stab at what the "Aegis Mk. I" actually is?

I honestly have no idea who that is. Help a poor ignorant Ranger out?

So Chun-Li likes ... Peter ... ??? ???
And does Lilith thinks Peter is ... cute ...
good update.

poor, poor Peter. It was hilarious. I can perfectly imagine the scene with Morrigan in my head, which makes it even funnier

Didn't think Hauser would go down that quickly but it served his purpose to give us more cameos, so it was good.