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Marvel Universe > AvengersRafMereCFR18109168,23333673403,7541 Jul 1221 Jan 13No

Coming Together...


I would like to thank my Beta MissE.

And a big thank you to all those who reviewed.

Manhattan, N.Y.
An Eyrie building in the Village with a mystical symbol on the top floor circular window.

Dr. Stephen Strange, the Master of the Mystic arts, looked at the growing chaos and sighed heavily. He knew there was no avoiding it. While the threat was not mystical in origin, the destruction and mounting death was very real. He sighed heavily and called the Cloak of Levitation to his outstretched hand. The donned the magical artifact and made his way out of the circular, mystical portal at the top of his house. "I will be late, Wong. Don't wait up, old friend."

"May the Vishanti guide your path, Master." Wong bowed as his master and friend departed.

Stephen Strange cast an invisibility spell to avoid drawing the attention of his neighbors.

He flew towards the growing fight. He saw a few familiar faces, Spiderman, Daredevil, Luke Cage and Daniel Rand, Misty Knight and her partner Colleen Wing, and many others.

One was in trouble. 'Electra I think. That Hand fellow's up to no good.'

He cast a quick bolt of energy that worked best against the undead. He was rewarded with the ninja going up in smoke. When he had the time he would deal with the necromancer responsible.

He felt a strong presence behind him. When he turned around he was face to face with an attractive, but giant young woman.

The woman stared back. He checked his invisibility spell and it still held.

"WHATEVER." Dawn wasn't impressed. "THAT'S JUST SO MARCIE." She sniffed and went back to swatting hover fighters left and right. Thor and Faith had thinned the herd of transports enough so she concentrated on the rest of the aliens. Her mystic shield dealt with their energy weapons and a hit was usually enough to deal with them.

'That was Dawn Summers, and she saw me.' He cast several other spells to hide him, but once again when she was done she noticed his effort to hide in plain sight.

Dawn narrowed her eyes and looked in his direction once more, "SERIOUSLY..."

Dr. Strange felt icy shivers go down his spine. 'That girl has some serious training. I guess the rumors are true...she trains with the Red Witch. But they didn't mention anything about her being the key. I'd better inform the Ancient One. What a peculiar turn of events. Just when you stop looking for something it shows up on its own. Although dealing with the Red Witch will not be pleasant.'

Dr. Strange let the Key go her way and went back to his original plan of helping out the heroes. He knew where to find her when the time came.

Manhattan, N.Y.
West of Stark Plaza.

The battle with the independent heroes of N. Y. had moved from midtown to just west of Stark's new Tower. Peter was running low on webbing and had a couple of cartridges left on his belt. He was getting some great action shots, but he had taken a beating for them. He was a fast healer, but he needed to give his body a chance to heal first. Gramps was on another berserker-rage bender and there was no reasoning with him, as he found out. The bruises still ached from the punch that landed. He counted himself lucky it was just a punch. What that man did to the aliens on the ground was just pure ugly. His senses tingled again. He felt some take a bead on his head yet again. And yet again the hover fighter in front of him went down, with its pilot's head blown off. 'Gotta be Castle. He's the only one sick enough to play these games if his. He's trying to see if my spider-sense has a limit. But what happens when I hit that limit? Not like you can call a bullet back .' He fired another web line and swung to the east side of the Tower. The scene there was even worse than the one he just left. "Can't be...that's Captain America. Man will you look at all the bodies here." He saw Iron Man, Captain America, some guy with an eye patch that wasn't Fury and white, but other than that they were pirate twins. 'He he. Gotta remember to use that the next time Fury drops by to annoy me.'

Several girls with Blade among them were around the guy. "Whoa. If his troops are all like that, where do I sign up?" He shot a line at a passing hover fighter, and made sure he was anchored this time, the last time he was dragged behind one of those things like that time with Osbourne and his Goblin Glider.

He gave the fighter a tug and held it in place. He started to swing it around like a soap-on-a-rope and then aimed it at a group of incoming aliens. The crash was both spectacular and well worth the effort. 'This should do for an intro...'

"Hello, ladies and grouchy. Name's Man, Spider Man. Do you come here often?"

"Ha ha ha. He's funny, Rona. Can we keep him?" Julie asked the lead slayer.

"The hell you doing here, bug?" Blade was not in the mood for the funny man routine.

"Well, Mr. Grouchy, look at me I'm a bad ass vampire hunter, if you can't tell then you're too old for me to explain it to you properly. You'd just forget half way through the conversation."

"Ooh zing. Sure, Julie, you can keep him. But only if the rest of his material stands up to the Scooby test." Xander laughed for the first time since this battle started.

"Ah. A lover of the classics I see. Anyone who loves the great Scooby Doo is someone I don't mind hanging with. Say, you remind me of someone... You could almost be twins if he wasn't black and has that evil streak..."

"HA! See, Cap, I told you. An 'Evil brother from another mother.' Didn't I say that, Phil, or what?"

"The Director wasn't amused Xander. I had to choke on my own laughter damn you."

"You shouldn't beard the lion in his own den like that, Xander. You never know when it'll bite back."

"Ya, you know Fury."

"I know Fury."
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