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Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction work. All rights to Marvel characters, settings, and intellectual property except OC belong to Marvel Comics. This story is a non-commercial tribute created for entertainment purposes only.
Jay had always thought his name was a joke. "Victory" in Sanskrit - his...
This is, in fact, a story written by me without commissioner prompting. That means I am allowed to meander towards and poke around with whatever random thing I want to. That means lots of worldbuilding, story, and the espionage/action blend I'm addicted to.
Broad warning here, and never again...
1994
Eleven Years since Black Christmas
Emrys Arthur Calhoun was eleven years old when he tore the arm off of Jeffrey Miller.
He didn't mean to do it. Jeffrey had been playing football with his friends, and he'd been running past the old oak tree Emrys was reading My Side of the Mountain...
Chapter 1
The August sun was melting the asphalt of Harlem, driving residents into the shade of sparse trees and the protection of air conditioners. In a cool shopping mall, the Parr family was waging their annual ritual war against the upcoming school year.
"Bob, are you sure he needs these?"...
Sitting in my car I starred down at my hands in doubt, the thought of what I was about to do sending trails of doubt and guilt to well up inside of my chest. I couldn't actually be doing this right? Sure, Vikare destroyed my plan of becoming the worlds first superhero but this is a bit much...
Superheroes. Paragons of justice, defenders of the innocent and generally the good guys. Using their powers to best evil and fight the good fight
Supervillains. Thieves and murderers, criminals of all kinds. Given powers they are the greatest threat to society that is known.
This is a world...
So, uh, this is my first time doing this. Let's give it a go.
The Ascendance
(Original Superpower Setting. Kinda)
Before that night, you were utterly ordinary. You had a few good friends, got on decently with most of your peers, doing averagely in most of your subjects and only really...