Chapter 134: Civil War (Part 5)

Madelyne Pryor, originally known as Jean Grey, watched her counterpart break apart the Avengers like an infant throwing a tantrum with its Lego blocks. Her teeth ground against one another as Magneto hovered behind her, his arrogance always having annoyed her. She swallowed her rage, quietly, as the teacher’s lounge around her exploded in whispered conversations and worried chatter.

Her knuckles popped painfully as she observed her feeble replacement grin cockily towards the the cameras.

"That bitch will die, by my hands...!" She whispered venomously as a nearby colleague of hers glanced at her in worry.

~~~

"Hey kid." Tony offhandedly greeted Peter as a golden material finished sloughing off of his hand into a small briefcase on his penthouse kitchen countertop. A holographic display flickered back and forth as hundreds of new outlets silently played through the air, the billionaire watching them solemnly.

"A-ah, hey Mr. Stark!" Spiderman responded whilst waving awkwardly at the Superhero, his gaze sliding onto the lush furniture and the decadently adorned penthouse around him.

The billionaire payed little attention to the atmosphere’s awkwardness, instead opting to speed walk over to the wall adjacent to his stovetop and press his thumb against a seemingly empty space on the wall.

Whirring sounds and small metallic clicks followed as the wall broke into hundreds of individual technological locks and mechanisms that pulled away the false-edifice into itself before a rack of some sorts swiftly wheezed from the wall, exposing several briefcases.

"Mr Stark?" Peter asked nervously, stepping closer to the Avenger as he slid suitcases back and forth before stopping on one that was coloured red, white and blue and had a spider-web pattern on it.

"Look kid, we don’t have much time for niceties before meeting the gang. I need you suited up before the others get here and start berating me for bringing a teenager into the line of fire." Tony stated sternly whilst pulling the spider-pattern briefcase out of the rack.

"S-sure Mr Stark! Let me just go find a bathroom to change and-" Before Peter could even finish his words Tony threw the briefcase towards him, the exterior turning into a blue, white and red slurry of metal that slapped into the Spiderman’s hand, his enhanced senses making him attempt to grasp the material before it hit him in the face.

Unlike other metal objects however this one spread over his body like a wave of ants over a particularly delectable piece of fruit. The metal pressed down and consumed his hoodie and normal clothes before reaching the skin and converting into a comfortable layer of rubber that sat just above the upper epidermal layer.

Within seconds he was sheathed in the metallic ’sludge’ as it wrapped around him and hugged his form. Panic made him try to grab some of the moving metal but it simply melded with the metal covering his hands and arms. Feeling the urge to punch Tony for doing this to him Peter tried to punch the metal but it barely had any effect as the mass stopped moving and smoothed out.

"What the hell!?" The teenager yelled in anxiety as the metal extended up his neck and over his face, stopping near his mouth and nose before suddenly arching upwards and forming a mask-like cover over his face. "WHAT IS THIS???" He exclaimed in confusion and trepidation as the metal stopped spreading and suddenly became cooler.

"Welcome to the future kid, now... Jarvis, start up his assistant." Tony ordered Jarvis happily.

"Huh? The Future?" Peter’s voice reverberated with a deep bass, his voice having a minute but noticeable robotic inflection to it. This was then followed by a bright blue-red HUD flaring to life inside of the metallic mask. "Whoa, this suit is made of nanites and metallic-hydrogen? And it has six arc reactors hidden inside!?"

"It totally does!" A chipper voice said from inside his mask, making Peter look around the penthouse in search of the new person.

"All systems are optimal, sir. The new AI companion has successfully connected with one of our isolated servers under Avengers Tower and has already downloaded every single basic operational packet available." Jarvis informed casually.

"Great, that’s great..." Tony paused for a moment before sighing, "Looks like some of the band is here already. Get ready kid, they are going to question you most likely." The billionaire strolled up to the suitcase on the bench before it broke down into liquid and smothered him completely.

Much like Peter the metal covered Tony before a sleek, skin-tight, gold-black Iron Man suit formed... The process happening with alacrity and ease. This caused Peter to look down at his hands and a nearby mirror, finding a far more advanced version of his normal suit. (Author Note: Just imagine the Iron Spider Suit mixed with the TASM 2 suit). "You got web-shooters with a bunch of options, you got four arm extension from the back that make you look like an actual spider; sorta, and the best upgrade of all... An invisibility function... You can go invisible!" The AI inside his suit explained chipperly as he tried to consume all of the information and changes in the fastest speed possible.

There was a distinct pop that cracked from behind the freshly suited Spiderman.

"I just got rid of Shield and Hydra from the board." Came the voice of Drecarios Frost, otherwise known as Singularity. Peter turned towards the Avenger and felt himself gaping as he watched the armour of Darth Revan flex with the man’s movements, his black robe fluttering in an unseen wind as he moved to a nearby couch, dropped down onto it and then stretched himself over the top of it.

"I don’t know how to feel about that to be completely honest Elsa..." Tony said in complete honesty, shaking his head back and forth a few times.

"Meh. Fury was mind controlled and its making me feel bad about killing a lot of Shield’s agents... Clint is out of the conflict by the way, I blinded him when he tried to fight me." Drecarios sounded somewhat sad as he spoke about ’Clint’ whoever that was, Peter didn’t know.

"Ooof, that’s rough." Tony winced beneath his helmet.

"Yeah... And now I have to go to Asgard and help Thor with an infinity stone..." As soon as the stone was mentioned Peter noticed that both of the Avengers turned utterly silent and contemplative.

"A-ah, um? Could I ask who Clint is and what an Infinity Stone is?" Peter nervously asked, raising his right hand slightly as if he were still in class.

"Oh, you brought in the kid! Awesome," Peter felt his heartrate skyrocket as he heard Drecarios identify him immediately, he felt so honoured... "Nice to meet you Peter, I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under better circumstances."

"I- I- Could I get your a-autograph...?" He stuttered out before Drecarios started laughing, followed soon by Tony who had lowered his helmet and was giving a ’really kid?’ look whilst actively coughing into his hand to avoid full-blown laughter.

"Sure, after everything is done I’ll give you an autograph..." Drecarios assured him as he lightly held his stomach, though his hand hung limply over armoured durasteel.

"Cool! Oh, and, well, is that Revan’s armour?"

"Haha, it’s modelled after it but I never tried to get Revan’s actual armour."

"Cool!!!"

"Okay, now that the movie nerd has asked his questions can I ask why you’re here if you need to help Thor?"Tony questioned as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Yeah I’m here to introduce you to my AI kids, they’ll help all of you fight back against Governments or the Anti-Avengers whilst I’m away dealing with the reality stone."

"Oh, Apollo and that Artemis that you have." Tony said.

"And: Hermes, Athena and Discordia." Drecarios continued.

"You’ve been holding back on me ELSA!" Tony declared hotly as he pointed an accusing finger at the, in Peter’s opinion, most powerful Avenger.

"Nah. Anyway, I’ll summon them here and then I’m going." Drecarios stood up and stretched his shoulders before a watch on his right hand started flickering on and off.

"Not so fast! I have a suit for you." Tony verbally halted his disappearing act, walking over to the still exposed rack of suitcases and pulling the closest case to him out. "This is made of Metallic-Hydrogen nanites and has about thirty miniature arc reactors inside of it... I don’t think you need more power but It’s there as backup." The billionaire tossed the case towards the strongest Avenger, watching in satisfaction as the nanites ate into the armour of Revan and slowly formed his latest re-design of Singularity’s suit.

The nanites flowed across Drecarios’s armour like liquid mercury, swallowing the black robes and ancient Sith-inspired plating before reforming into something altogether more refined. The Frost Sovereign armour emerged in a seamless shell of obsidian-black metallic hydrogen, its sleek contours hugging his frame beneath angular plates of mithril-silver that traced his shoulders, forearms, and chest like the edges of frozen blades.

Fine lines of ice-blue light pulsed beneath the armour’s surface, converging upon a faceted crystalline regulator at his sternum, while thirty miniature arc reactors lay concealed throughout the suit, providing a staggering reserve of power without compromising its elegant silhouette. A high-collared black trench coat formed over the armour, its reinforced fabric falling to his calves before splitting into long tails that moved with an almost unnatural fluidity, silver snowflake insignias gleaming upon its back and its inner lining.

His face remained completely exposed, framed by his golden locks, a dark neck-brace and the faint blue radiance of the suit, leaving his icy gaze unobstructed while a domed defensive field shimmered around him for a few seconds before vanishing.

"Now I have to make you something... troublesome... Anyway, I’ll be back later. My kids are already here and are coming up in the elevator as we speak." Drecarios rolled his shoulders once again before walking towards Peter with a small smile. "Ciao!" His form swirled into a mass of stretched light, space and time before it all vanished with a miniscule popping sound.

"He’s so cool!"Peter fanboyed whilst Tony shook his head in exhaustion.

"No, he’s a nuisance is what he is..." The billionaire grumbled out as the elevator opened, revealing five badass looking people with drop-dead gorgeous looks and a very familiar facial structure... Peter immediately thought of Drecarios when he scanned them.

"Sup bitches!" The one with a sunny aura around him shouted happily whilst the rest of his family groaned, except for the woman with copper hair that simply shuffled out of the elevator and rested against a nearby wall.

"Kill me... Kill me now..." Tony deadpanned as he rolled his eyes.

~~~

Mr. Sinister tapped all of his fingers against each other as he watched his pet-project sew havoc and chaos amongst the Avengers, the gem in the middle of his forehead glowing an ominous crimson as screams radiated from an operating table behind him.

"HEEEEEELLLLLLPPPPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!~!~!" The restrained patient’s screams intensified.

"Hmmm... I figured having Rogue and Jean attempt to have children would be the best option... But perhaps I should order her to woo Scott Summers, like the old Jean was doing?" His crisp voice whispered into his private alcove as a muzzle was placed over the mouth of the patient in the background by a homunculus.

He continued to stare at his clone of Jean Grey. "Tsk, I am of half a mind to just erase her..."

One of his eyes twitched as he watched the broadcast cut out and a message begin to play.

"No, she is too useful in sowing chaos..." he abruptly turned in his chair to face the figure laying on the table, "It is not as if I am in a rush to fulfil my plans after all..."

He stood and strut over to the operation table, watching as Ororo Munroe yanked on her restraints whilst crying tears of pain. One of her arms was half cut open as various chemicals and materials were extracted and aided in quick procession.

"Now, let us see if I can replicate your powers my dear... After all, you are one of the last X-men to be experimented upon." A grin slithered onto his face as crimson light projected maliciously over the operation table, the screams of the X-Man Storm billowing through the hidden catacombs of Mr. Sinister’s secret laboratory.