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And hey, howzabout, as a wacky kind of idea, if you like this story you actually let me know about it, and send me some feedback? It's a crazy idea, but it's just crazy enough to work! Dimitri - dimitri_resides@yahoo.com Avengers : Evolution 1. "Upstart?" asked the Fellow Of The Physical Discipline, stepping up and touching fingers with his chosen leader in the traditional manner. "Hmmm?" asked Upstart, who had embraced the name that had been meant as a derogatory comment when first used. He stood in the midst of the rubble of the battle with The Avengers, enjoying the glorious atmosphere of conquest. "We have defeated the premiere heroes of this world, surely your claim to leadership is secured? We should return to our brethren and finalize your place before Insanis can..." "Insanis is finished," muttered Upstart,"Forget him, outside of The Fantastic Four, there is no greater scalp than these Avengers, and none more challenging than Captain America... who I defeated! My place as the ultimate Master Of The Physical Discipline is secured." "Upstart, you are my master," agreed The Fellow,"But I would be remiss to say that Insanis will seize on the fact that Captain America held you to a draw for much of the battle, until he slipped on a rock and left himself open for your attack." "What?" snapped Upstart angrily. "Getting angry at me won't solve matters, Upstart," replied The Fellow calmly,"I simply tell you the facts." Upstart checked himself, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, settling his muscles and finding inner peace in the oneness between his body and mind. "Your are right, you have never attempted to play games, as some of the others have, your honesty will be rewarded when my time comes." He turned about and moved to the pile of rubble where Captain America had finally fallen, and quickly pulled aside the debris and rocks, wanting to pull the crushed corpse free and use it as a trophy to take with him to show his brethren. "What is this?" he whispered, a smile crossing his face,"Aha! This may yet prove diverting." There was nothing beneath the rubble, except a few torn scraps of uniform. Captain America was gone. Upstart threw back his head and laughed, a wild sound that was more animal than man. As the other Fellows turned to stare at him in curiosity, he dropped to his hands and knees and sniffed at the ground, his nostrils flaring, his face taking on a hard, wolf-like cast. He leaped to his feet, his mouth wide, teeth bright and shiny as he contemplated the upcoming hunt. "I will go, now, and prove myself as leader," he growled, loud enough for the other six to hear him,"This Captain America is the best the Old Humanity has to offer, and his defeat will pave the way for the greatest of the New Humanity, ME!" He moved to go, but his trusted advisor placed a restraining hand on his shoulder, checking him as he whispered in his ear. "We will do it anyway, but if you give the order to the men, their affection and trust for you will grow as a powerful leader." "Of course," whispered Upstart, grinning fiercely,"You are ever the calming influence, my friend." He turned to face the other five Fellows Of The Physical Discipline. "You have done well, and defeated the mightiest of the Old Humanity's heroes, take now the spoils of conquest! You have fought to prove your dominance, now the fruits of battle are yours!" As the six cheered, pleased at the assertion of their physical superiority, Upstart turned about, dropped to all fours and sped away easily, leaping from pile of rubble to pile of rubble, grunting low in his chest as he followed Captain America's scent. "Draw the crowd in close," ordered Upstart's Advisor to no one in view, but as if a silent signal had been given, the shocked, far off crowds of people stepped past the police barricades and began moving towards them. They were joined by the police who had been trying to hold them back, even as reports of Police Stations around the city being destroyed came in over their radios. They gathered in a circle around the battlefield, an invisible line seeming to keep them from moving to close in. "Restrain the males," ordered Upstart's Advisor. Moments later, Iron Man, Vision and Justice were pulled roughly to their feet and slammed against the shattered walls of the buildings on either side of the street. The Fellows stepped back and watched in grim satisfaction as the walls seemed to melt and twist, sucking in the three Avenger's arms and legs before solidifying again. "The Mental Discipline do their work well," said one Fellow with a smirk. "Bah!" snapped another,"I do not trust anything I can't see or touch with my hands, these mind tricks are not to my taste." "They are effective enough," muttered Upstart's Advisor, walking past them, his face grim and set as he approached the three unconscious females. He stood over their unconscious bodies, running his eyes over each one, appreciating the different charms of each beautiful woman. The Scarlet Witch had an exotic quality, her skin had an olive cast to it, a swarthiness associated with the gypsy race she'd been born to. She was tall, with the firm, toned body of a dancer and long, red ringlets of hair running down to her shoulders. Her red cape was torn and bedraggled beneath her, and somehow this dirty background highlighted her own beauty and cleanliness. His eyes ran over her large breasts, barely held inside a red boustier that had several small tears in it, exposing tantalizing glimpses of titflesh. Warbird was different, her body hard and firm without losing her femininity. Her life in the U.S Airforce and as an Avenger had seen her train her body into a well oiled machine. Her healthy appearance hid a devastating disease, she was an alcoholic. She had firm, good sized breasts which would probably have been larger had it not been for her muscle definition, which left very little fat on her body, her long, sexy legs were mostly hidden by thigh high black boots, but her costume only covered her crotch and half of her ass, leaving her inner thighs exposed, even with the red sash she wore around her waist. Finally, there was Firestar, the newest Avenger, a beautiful, innocent redhead just barely out of her teens. Her young body was not as defined as the other two, but neither was she plump or undefined. Her body was sexy due to her very innocent appearance. The skintight yellow costume hugged her body tightly and a low v-neck cut down over her breasts, exposing the inner curves of her tits. She didn't like this new costume and had planned to change it as soon as possible, it was a redesign of one of the Wasp's old costumes, and she was nowhere near as comfortable in flaunted her body as Janet Van Dyne was. For now, though, she was wearing it, and it only added fuel to the fire of The Fellow's lust. "You three," snapped The Advisor, pointing at the leftmost three Fellows,"You go first, get them warmed up, then you other two can join in." "And yourself?" asked one, an impertinent young Fellow who had only joined them recently,"What about you?" "I have my own plans," snapped The Advisor,"My counsel is only for myself and Upstart, our Master." The young Fellow met his eye contact for a moment, simply to save face, then dropped his gaze. There was a pecking order within The Physical Discipline, and besides, he had more exciting diversions in store for him. The crowd watched in shock at what happened next, but they were powerless to turn away or intervene. Their minds had easily been overwhelmed by Fellows Of The Mental Discipline, acting in conjunction with The Physical Discipline, as they always had, for reasons all their own. A mental blast woke Warbird, her eyes snapping open, her body instantly alert and aware as the Fellow crouched over her, reaching for her neck. "FUCK!" she screamed, reaching up and blasting him full in the face with an energy blast. He just laughed, enjoying his manipulation, letting her think she could actually stop this. She didn't understand the new rules in this brave new world they were living in, she had been defeated in combat, now she was his to do with as he pleased. He gripped her costume by the neck, and before she could react or punch out, he tore it away, exposing her breasts to both he and his Fellows and also the crowd. "Bastard!" she screeched and lashed out with as much strength as she could muster, not even phasing him. In her anger and shock she was reduced to instinct, forgetting her formidable powers and just attacking with brute force, which was next to useless against him. He laughed at her futile attempts to stop him and gripped her by the back of the neck, lifting her up and forcibly kissing her as he groped her breasts. Her eyes grew wide in shock, and then she bit down on his lip, breaking the skin as she tried to hurt him. He pulled away, blood dribbling from his broken lip, and smiled madly, his teeth stained with blood. "Kinky bitch, aren't you," he laughed. "You son of a bitch!" Warbird roared, and fire blasted from her eyes into his face. The moment it cleared, she stared in shock at his laughing face, his lip now healed, the blood gone. He pushed his forearm against her shoulders and pressed her back down into the ground, his free hand sliding down past the tattered remains of her costume, between her legs where he cupped her hot cuntmound, feeling her blond pubic hair against his palm and the hot wetness of her cunt around his fingers. "Let me go you asshole!" she growled at him, struggling to free herself, but her own strength useless against his own. "You don't understand, darling," he breathed into her face, inches from his own now,"We beat you, you're ours now, mine! You're the fruits of our conquest!" "You crazy asshole, LET ME GO!!" "Yelling won't make it happen, whore," he laughed, sliding his fingers over her cunt,"You see, my Fellows and I have attained the ultimate physical perfection. We've evolved to the most adaptive end of the human physicality, now anything we want, our bodies provide for us. If we want to breath underwater, our bodies adapt so we can separate oxygen from hydrogen, if we want to fly, our body shifts the space between our cells and expands it till we become lighter than air. If we want to walk through walls, the density of our molecules change, if we need sustenance, our body adapts to convert solar energy into biological energy... and most especially, if we want to fuck, our body creates pheromones that drive our partners mad with desire." "You're a fucking nutjob!" growled Warbird, squirming beneath him, trying desperately to ignore the growing sensation in her crotch. To her disbelief, her juices were flowing strongly, her hip was making involuntary hunching thrusts against his palm. "You can already feel it, baby," whispered The Fellow,"You're juices are beginning to flow, your skin is flushing, your mind is becoming erotically charged with desire, with need." "FUCKER!" she screamed, blasting his face with bolts from her eyes again, again to no effect. Her legs were parting along the ground, the sunbaked concrete felt so good on her ass, the rough gravel scratching an itch she hadn't felt before. "In fact," whispered The Fellow,"A friend of mine in my head is telling me that you're an alcoholic, did you know I can make my body transfer a chemical through my sperm that'll change your psychological need for alcohol into a psychological need for sex, with anyone, at anytime, in anyway?" She increased her struggles, desperately trying to get free, again unsuccessfully. Her breasts were bouncing and moving about on her chest, her nipples hard and erect, light sweat glistening over her body as it involuntarily reacted to the pheromones he was producing. His fingers thrust into her cunt, three digits poking and twisting inside of her vagina, slick with her juices and cream. He licked the side of her face and she cried out in fearful disbelief as the gravity of her situation finally caved in on her. She'd been beaten, and now she was going to be raped, raped by this freak and his friends, mad with delusions of grandeur. - It doesn't have to be rape, - said a voice in her head, - Why don't you just lie back and enjoy it, Carol? - The voice wasn't hers, it couldn't be! It must have been this 'friend in his head' he'd mentioned, some kind of telepath who might be trying to subvert her into going along with this. Her legs had spread wide open now, and suddenly his fingers were pulling free of her cunt, leaving her feeling empty and alone. Her cunt clenched down and she actually heard herself gasp in disappointment, hating herself for her weakness. He ripped his toga away, it was an item of clothing that should have made him look ridiculous, like some kind of college kid. But instead he looked like a hard warrior, like one of the Romans before their race had become soft and sick with debauchery. His cock was nothing too impressive, only a little above average length and width, but his demeanor and confidence belied that. He was obviously confident in his ability, and somehow this frightened her all the more. "Listen, let me go and I'll do you a deal," she gasped, trying to fight the powerful needs emanating from her crotch,"I promise we won't come after you." "Silly bitch," laughed The Fellow, then grabbed his cock in his hand and, without a moments hesitation, rammed it balls deep into Carol Danvers' cunt. "NOOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed out, even as her cunt clenched down and her body flushed with desire. Until this moment she had believed that she could escape, that this wouldn't happen to her. She was an Avenger, Avenger's weren't raped, were they? "Shhh, baby, just lie back and enjoy it," The Fellow whispered, at the same moment Wanda and Angel cried out, just as she had. She didn't want to look, but she did, and bit back a sob when she saw The Scarlet Witch being fucked up against the wall, right beside her former husband, The Vision, and in front of them, Firestar on all fours, getting fucked doggystyle while a Fellow stood in front of her face, stroking his cock and preparing to push it into her mouth. Both women were flushed and sweating, and Carol could see Angel was starting to thrust her ass back against her fucker, even as tears rolled down her cheeks. Carol struggled to control her treacherous body as her open legs bounced up and down, The Fellow's cock thrusting eagerly in and out of her pussy. "No," gasped Carol, too weak to fight the desire washing through her body anymore. Why bother? he was inside of her now, she might as well just like back, lie back and.... - And enjoy it? - He grunted with each hard thrust into her cunt, no longer bothering to hold her shoulders down. Now his hands played with her firm, pert breasts, stroking and twisting her erect nipples, causing involuntary moans to escape her lips as he raped her, forcing her to enjoy what he was doing to her. Her body shook with each rough thrust into her cunt, his lifted his mouth from her breasts and actually licked her parted lips before driving his tongue into her mouth, invading her there as well. Carol felt his tongue slide between her lips and instinctively began to suck on it, like it was a cock. She stopped almost instantly, realizing what she was doing. She let out a weak moan of denial at what was happening to her, even as he pulled his tongue from her mouth and began nuzzling her neck, sending more and more pulses of erotic pleasure throughout her sexy, athletic body. Once again his mouth found her nipples, and he lapped and sucked at the hard, erect nubbins, the thrusts of his cock becoming faster, his thighs slapping loudly against hers, the noise embarrassingly loud, but blessedly muting the involuntary moans of pleasure she was beginning to make. What made this worse was that it was all being seen, crowds of people that had just that morning been cheering and applauding this new team of Avengers were now watching them being raped right here in the city street. Carol's hips were shuddering, her thighs slack and unresistant now as The Fellow's own slapped against her cunt again and again. His smile was fierce and intense as he rammed his meat into Carol's cunt, making her scream in a mixture of denial and pleasure, her fingers now clawing at the rough ground as he fucked her hard in front of all these people. She bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop the squeals of pleasure issuing from her mouth. She could feel his cock swelling inside of her cunt and groaned in fear as she felt her own orgasm building. - Please just let him get it over with, please don't make me cum, right here in front of all these people, pleaseohpleaseohpleaseplease! - But her denials were pointless, the sexual stimuli was too much, mixed with the pheromones his body was producing, her own willpower was no match for the chemical reaction occuring. "Oh fuck NO!" she screamed, her body locking up, her back arching and her cunt thrusting against his cock as her cunt seized down on it, milking and squeezing his fuckmeat again and again as she came. Her tits bounced up and down as her body shook and quivered through her orgasm, her teeth gritting as she hissed through them, crying out in shame, pleasure, disbelief and lust. Her juices creamed out of her cunt, all around his cock, splattering onto her hips and his, down over her firm asscheeks and onto the hot ground. "Good bitch," hissed The Fellow, then slammed his cock hard against her orgasming cunt and ground against her hips, his balls pressing firmly against her compacted asscheeks,"Good...UH! fucking HUH! bitch!!" He blasted his cum into her cunt, charged with an extra chemical produced by his adaptive body which would make her crave being fucked, to get more sperm inside of her body. If he fucked her again, it would drive her mad with pleasure as the chemicals of his own body would react with the implanted chemicals in her own. She lay panting on the ground, tits rising and falling heavily as she tried to adjust to what had just happened. She'd been raped, raped by a member of a group of strangers who had defeated The Avengers like they were nothing... and she had orgasmed, she had enjoyed it. - NO! - her mind screamed, - It was a forced chemical reaction, you can overcome it, dammit! You're Carol Danvers, not some weak willed women who goes all swooney when she gets dicked by some loser in a toga! - And yet, had it really been that bad? She'd gotten drunk and been fucked against walls in the back alley of bars before, for fucks sake. She'd even been gang banged a couple of times and just laughed it off, putting it down to too much drink and too little sense, why was she now getting prudish about this guy giving her such a good fucking? HAD SHE JUST THOUGHT THAT! The Fellow pulled his cock from her cunt with a wet, sluicing noise and she felt a moment of panic at the thought of not having a cock inside of her. She groaned inwardly, how could she have been so easily beaten and then fucked? and how could she have enjoyed it? And now want more? Her head turned to the side and she stared blankly at her two friends, still being raped and seemingly getting off on it just as she had. - How can this have happened, where's Captain America? - her mind cried out, but this time The Sentinel Of Liberty wasn't there to pull their fat out of the fire. They had lost. Wanda Maximoff cried out in unwanted pleasure as her rapist fucked her hard against the wall, right beside the inert body of her former husband - The Vision. Her ass rode up and down the rough remains of the wall as her legs spread wide apart and accepted the raping cock that was currently fucking her cunt. She'd already been brought to orgasm by one of The Fellows, who had blasted his cum deep into her pussy before pulling free and wiping his cock over her pubic hair. She'd almost collapsed to the ground then, but another Fellow Of The Physical Discipline had quickly moved into place and begun slamming it to her cunt again. The worst thing for Wanda was seeing the crowds of people watching her humiliation and defeat, and the fact that a great deal of them seemed to be enjoying it. Was it the influence of the telepath or telepaths working with The Fellows Of The Physical Discipline, or was it the darker side of human nature coming out? She could see men cupping and rubbing their crotches, some had even reached into their pants and were actively jerking off while watching the heroes they'd been cheering just a few hours ago getting raped. Her large breasts bounced freely up and down as she was fucked hard, her rapists cock slamming in and out of her pussy with hard, powerful thrusts. He fucked her with no thought of any pleasure for her, but it didn't matter, each stroke of his cock into the tight velvet tunnel of her cunt was driving her wild with pleasure as her body approached yet another orgasm. She shook her head back and forth in denial of what her body was doing, but it was futile, her body had betrayed her once already by making her cum, now she was going to do it again. "AAHHHHHHH!" she screamed as her came again, juices squirting out through the thin gaps left by his cock as it fucked her cunt. Her ass clenched and tightened against the rough wall as her legs pushed out far to either side of her fucker. Her head pushed back, pressing against the unconscious form of The Vision, her eyes closed and mouth parted as she surrendered to the delicious orgasm ripping through her body. "YEAH! Fuck the bitch!" yelled one member of the crowd, and as if this was a sign the floodgates opened and the assembled throng began cheering for the rapists, men and women alike yelling their approval for what The Fellows were doing to The Avengers. "Fuck her titties man! Cum all over them!" "Rape that hot little red-headed bitches ass!" "Make 'em eat your cum, dudes! Give 'em a sperm bath!" "Yeah!" "FUCK THEM!" "Rape those bitches!" "Make 'em pay!" The last comment really hit home to Wanda. Make them pay? Pay for what? She'd always defended these people, been a hero to them and saved their lives more times than she could count, and how they wanted her to pay by being raped? "They're fucking sheep!" whispered her rapist into her ear, fucking into her tight pussy,"They deserve the fate we have in store for them, slaves for the New Humanity." "You bastard," sobbed Wanda, even as her cunt squeezed and milked on his thrusting cock. "Call me what you want," he laughed,"You're my whore now, darling." He continued thrusting in and out of her cunt, his cock swelling and growing inside of her, his thrusts becoming faster, more urgent, short fucking thrusts into her as he prepared to cum. Soon he was grounding his cock into her pussy, causing incredible friction in her clit and driving her into another humiliating orgasm before he, too, blasted his cum into her pussy, feeding her more of the sperm that would soon make her his more than willing slave. He pulled from her juicy cunt, causing an involuntary moan to escape her as she felt the emptiness inside her pussy. She slid to the ground and lay there, back against the wall, legs spread wide, pussyjuices and sperm drooling out between her legs. She did not have the strength to attempt an escape or cast a hex, all she wanted was to go home, curl up and sleep for a week, and when she woke up this would all be a bad dream, nothing more. Groans and moans, along with the crowds cheers and jibes, brought her attention back to the girl in front of her. Angelica Jones, aka Firestar, the newest Avenger, was on all fours, sucking noisily on a cock in her mouth as another Fellow slammed against her curved ass again and again. Her costume was ripped into shreds beside her, leaving her with just her arms and legs covered, like Wanda herself who had only her boots and gloves left on. Angel's beautiful face still retained the light red plastic mask over her eyes and forehead, somehow this seemed more terrible than anything to Wanda. There could be no doubt that this was Firestar getting her cunt and mouth fucked hard. Firestar rested on hands and knees, her tits swinging abount as she was fucked back and forth by the two Fellows. One held Firestar's head in his hands, thrusting his long cock back and forth within the redheaded Avenger's mouth. The second Fellow humped Firestar's ass, his slick cock slapping in and out of her quivering slit as he caressed her curved buttocks, sending increasingly more erotic feelings washing through her body. The Fellow fucking Firestar's mouth reached beneath her, grasping her dangling tits, pawing them with his hands, caressing her aching nipples and running his fingers expertly over them. Firestar moaned despite herself, and Wanda's heart went out to her, she knew that Angelica wasn't enjoying this, but her body was betraying her just as her own and Warbird's had done. She had heard Firestar earlier on, trying to talk her rapist out of what he planned to do, as Wanda herself had done. At one point the young redhead had burst into tears and cried out that she never wanted to be an Avenger anyway, that it had been all Justice's idea. This had just brought howls of laughter from The Fellows, and moments later she was getting fucked as a cock was rubbed over her beautiful face and lips. The Fellow stuffing his cock into Firestar's mouth arched his back and let out a moan of pleasure, then pulled his cock from her sucking, licking mouth and jerked it furiously off in front of her, blasting stream after stream of cum into her beautiful face. He relaxed visibly, his face filled with content as he rubbed the last of the cum off in her hair. "Good whore," he whispered,"You've got a tasty little mouth, that's for damn sure." Firestar was still crying lightly, but despite herself she ran her tongue over her lips, taking his cum into her mouth and swilling it about, enjoying the taste before swallowing it. She opened her mouth happily enough when he presented his cock to her again, taking the prick head between her sensual lips and sucking firmly on it. She hated herself for doing this, but her body was betraying The Fellow's cock rammed into Firestar's cunt, making Angelica scream in unwanted pleasure, her body shuddering as The Fellow's prick burrowed into her vagina. He kissed and licked the back of Firestar's neck as his arm circled her waist, holding her in place as he fucked in and out of her cunt, his cock slamming in and out of her juicy, sucking cunt. His cock swelled thicker and thicker inside of her, his semen building up deep within his swollen balls. "Do it! Do it! Do IT! DO IT!" chanted the crowd as one, thumping their hands on legs, shoulders, the ground, in unison, as one as they lecherously watched Firestar's rape. "See what I mean," whispered the sated Fellow into Firestar's ear,"Sheep." Whether she heard him or not was unclear, her eyes were squeezed shut and her teeth gritted as she thought of the last in a series of intense orgasms. She did not want to do this, she did not want to be raped, but she especially didn't want to enjoy it, how could she? What kind of slut was she. "Our slut," whispered The Fellow, as if he had heard her thoughts, he smiled at the reaction from her, her eyes opening wide and gasping as she lost her concentration and let her orgasm overtake her. That was all the other Fellow had been waiting for, and seconds later he was shooting his cum deep into her pussy, crying out in a wolf-like howl as he shot his load into Firestar's pussy. Five minutes later, five of the Avengers stood defeated in the center of the circle ringed by the large crowd. They were not bound in anyway, but their spirits were broken, defeated by a mixture of a sound beating, rape and chemicals released by The Fellows that made them docile and apathetic. The crowd was cheering as The Avengers were led away by the five remaining fellows, who stood in a circle about them. One of them carried The Vision over his shoulder, keeping the android deactivated through various shifts in molecules. "Where is The Advisor?" asked the youngest Fellow, who had lost track of him whilst raping Warbird. "He went on ahead to meet with our brethren, for reasons all his own," replied the questioned Fellow, watching Justice's face carefully. The new Avenger had reacted violently when he'd been awoken and discovered the three females lying naked on the ground, obviously violated. His major concern was for, obviously enough, his fiancee Firestar, who now walked naked ahead of him, her face blank and unfocused. Justice was the same, for now, but his passion to save his lover had seen him resist the docile chemical reaction for longer than Iron Man, whose armor was cracked enough to allow the chemicals to get through to him. "I wonder why," mused the young Fellow as the crowd parted before them, stepping aside as one, their eyes on the three naked females, lust clear in their eyes, but fear for their new masters keeping that lust in check. It had been pathetically easy to take this crowd of humans, and even now the rest of the city would be in chaos as Law and Order was forcibly removed and the new order took control. "I wonder why?" "Upstart is clearly fit to rule!" roared The Advisor angrily, to angry, derisive replies from the gathered rulers. Since the inception of The Physical Discipline, those that had first become adaptive had formed a committee that had set out the ground rules of their philosophy. But their numbers had swelled, and now calls for a true leader to guide them had become too loud to ignore, and three front runners had emerged. Upstart, youngest of the initial committee. Insanis, one of the first. Dunac, also one of the first, but considered only an outside chance at best. "Then where is Upstart?" cried Insanis, standing up and gazing about, as if expecting to see the younger Fellow hiding somewhere in the shadows of the old temples they had taken residence in. Once the temple had been home of the elders on this small island, once a tributary of Greece, it was long since deserted, and thanks to a mental field created by Fellows Of The Mental Discipline, no one ever came to the island anymore. "Upstart has gone on the hunt!" snapped The Advisor,"To finish what he started." "So he did not defeat Captain America then, did he!?!" cried Insanis, seizing on the chance to discredit his opponent. "On the contrary," replied The Advisor with a smile, happy that Insanis had fallen into this trap,"He soundly defeated him, and Captain America so fears The Upstart that he has turned tail and run!" Murmurs of appreciation sounded around the room, and Insanis cursed himself for a fool. Although he belonged to The Old Humanity, Captain America was well respected, even revered as the greatest champion of the old ways. To say that he was scared of Upstart proved just how powerful the Fellow was. "Well, Insanis?" asked Justin, first of The Physical Discipline and most closely linked to the old ways, which was why he kept the same name he'd had in his old life,"Can you prove yourself over Upstart? Or have we found our leader at last?" Insanis dropped his gaze for a moment, and for that moment The Advisor hoped against hope that Insanis had conceded defeat. "I can prove myself, and I will," Insanis said at last, raising his head and smiling,"I will go, taking only two of my most trusted Fellows of The Physical Discipline, as opposed to Upstart's six, and I will defeat an opponent that even Captain America would pale against." The Advisor's eyes narrowed, who could Insanis possibly mean? Then his eyes grew wide as his quick mind grasped what Insanis planned. "I will single-handedly defeat Doctor Doom!" End Avengers : Evolution 1. Compliments, Criticisms and/or Requests to : dimitri_resides@yahoo.com