:Connor:

"Alright, so you'll enter through the back and take out their guards, while I fly in through the skylights and trap them in the center. After that, the police will barge in and make the arrests. Sound good?" I asked Chase as we made our battle plan.

"Sure, I've been waiting to take down the Black Tiger gang for a while."

Chase and I had been planning an infiltration of the gang for a week now. The police thought that if we were able to break in during the middle of a drug deal, then they'd be able to finally arrest them for good.

We were in the Archer Cave (Chase still didn't like the name, though Archer loved it) whilst planning our heist. Lacey was out at her job and Peter was out doing something for his father. We were all alone in the place.

"What if we-"

"Hello, boys"

I cursed loudly and fell off of my chair in surprise. Chase, being the tough guy that he was, sat quietly and was perfectly calm when Agent Argent walked straight towards us.

"How'd you break in?" Chase swiveled around in his chair to meet her.

"Let's just say that we know more than you think we do."

I got up off of the floor and turned to her, "What do you want, Argent?"

She smirked at me and looked between the two of us, "We would like to recruit you two for a top secret group of supers."

Chase snorted, "I'm not even a super."

"Yeah, but you sure as hell can fight like one."

"I thought you gave up on us after the battle. Weren't we too public for your liking?" I asked, skeptical.

She sighed and pulled out a chair so she could sit in front of us, "You should know that twenty three hours ago Golden Eagle officially went missing." We both sat up in our chairs at that information. Golden Eagle was a dick, but he didn't deserve whatever was going to happen to him.

"This was the first time that there was visual proof, a security camera caught it. It would seem that an old friend of yours wants revenge. He has three robots that we know of ready to kill. It's been confirmed that he may have more."

Robots? "Doesn't that seem too much like an old science fiction movie? I mean - robots?"

"Dude," Chase says, "we live in a world full of people who can fly and move at superhuman speeds. Why are intelligent robots so hard to believe?"

He had a point.

I'd heard rumors in conversation between supers around the world. I knew that some supers were going missing, but I had no idea that it was actually this big. Some thought that they had all retired or been killed off by their arch super villain. I'd had no idea that they were being kidnapped, but for what purpose?

"Did you get information on who the kidnapper is, or what his motivations are?" I asked.

"Well, that's where you all come in," she nervously tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, "It's Nemesis, and he wants Arabella."

"I know that look, Argent. You can't let her join us." I stood up and argued with her.

She stood and said, "You and I both know that she's one of the most powerful registered supers, whether Nemesis or Arabella knows it or not. You and I also know that she's our best bet at catching him. If he's gone to such great lengths to get her, then we know that he won't kill her in a battle."

Agent Argent and I had a stare off until Chase decided to interrupt, "But why hasn't he been able to grab her off the street or when she's alone? Wouldn't it be easier than all of this?"

"Yes," Agents Argent broke eye contact, "but we've had Calico glued to her side since your battle with the Terror Trio. We also have two agents on her tail at all times. We figured that as soon as she showed the world that her powers are developed, Nemesis would know about it and want his experiment back."

"But she was wearing a mask the whole time," Chase argued. "May I add, a red early generation Marvel mask. No irony there, Connor."

She sighed, "It's not hard to match the powers to the serum he used, and the fact that no one had seen the super, Sonic, before the battle. It wouldn't be rocket science to connect the dots."

So, the media is still calling her that? I'd known that most supers got named by another super or by the media, but normally they'd thought of better names. Especially more feminine ones for the women. Like Lavagirl.

(Note: Don't get to close to Lavagirl when she's angry.)

(Because that's basically suicide.)

"So," I concluded, "who else do you need on your team? Chase, Arabella, and I won't be enough. Who else is on your list?"

"That's where I need your help, Connor." She took a deep breath, "I need you to get Ricardo Vasquez on the team for me. He'll listen to you, and he'll probably need a little confidence booster, seeing as Golden Eagle isn't around to overshadow him anymore."

"Okay, I can do that."

She then looked a little wary as she told us the rest of the group, "We also decided that having Archer Waters and Cassandra Reyes on the team as well would be beneficial. Though Archer is a former villain and Cassandra is a MASKED agent/panther mutant, we think that they could help as well."

Chase snorted, "What are we going to be called? The Misfits in Spandex?"

I had to admit, if we were going for the truth, the name did fit. We were all really misfits in one way or another. Chase was a former playboy turned castaway, Arabella was a goody-goody turned confused super, Archer was a villain turned media frenzy, Cassie was a mutant freak turned secret badass, Ricky was an overshadowed skinny Mexican kid, who grew up in the worst neighborhood, turned overshadowed sidekick, and I was a head case turned abandoning superhero.

We were all different from the rest of our society in a way. And I guess that's why we'd all fit together so perfectly.

"No, there's no official name. The files call you all the League of Legends, but that's yet to be proven." She smiled knowingly.

"It's yet to be proven wrong, " Chase corrected her with a smirk.

She chuckled, "Whatever you want to believe, Carlton."

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:Arabella:

Training was fun, especially if it was in a top secret edge of The Marvel gym.

If you haven't guessed by now, most gyms or training centers are named after a famous super in their town or city, it didn't mean that they actually trained there themselves.

(It would be kind of awkward to see Connor in his sweaty mask, running shorts, and a sweaty T-shirt punching a punching bag.)

(Though, I had to say, it would be hilarious.)

Most gyms also had a secret, no camera, soundproof, and citizen proof backroom sponsored by the heroes themselves. They'd also been funded a little by MASKED, but no one even knew that either existed anyway.

"700 miles an hour!" Cassie yelled from in batting cage in the corner. We were also kind of having a competition to see how fast that I could really run. I bet past the speed of sound, she bet below.

I pushed myself harder and felt as the soles of my shoes started to wear out. These were specially designed by MASKED technicians, but they hadn't made a final shoe that wouldn't wear totally out at my top speeds.

It was a problem when I wanted to run somewhere while wearing my favorite converse. I hated ruining them because of my top speeds.

I also had trouble with my clothes as I ran. All I knew is that there was something with friction and the speed that ruined my clothes. It was all sciencey mumbo jumbo that no one understood anyway.

"750 miles an hour!"

I actually had no idea what the speed of sound was, but I was hoping that this special treadmill that was here could handle it.

"760!"

I kept turning the speeds up as high as I could on the thing and hoped that they were safe.

In case you were wondering, this wasn't any normal treadmill. It was developed by super technology, so it was able to move at extremely fast speeds.

I heard a big boom and the controlled room I was in shifted and I was zoomed backwards off the mill as I lost my focus. I rocketed into the meters of pillows that had been stacked up behind me and hit my head on the wall, creating a human sized dent.

I rubbed the back of my head and could actually feel as some of the skin healed itself. Of course, it would still take a while for it to fully heal. I guessed that I'd have a headache for a while afterwards, like always.

"Arabella!?" Cassie yelled from the other side of my pillows.

I shakily got up and moved through the pillows that took up half of the room as a safety precaution that failed anyway. When I emerged with a triumphant smirk and bulging headache, I didn't expect there to be company.

"Hello, Arabella."

I wiped the smirk off of my face. "Hello Agent Argent."

I had to admit that I knew almost nothing about her, but I wasn't stupid. I saw how the others looked at her. She was important in the MASKED system, very high up as I would guess. I knew that she worked with Connor when he was first a sidekick, and I knew he still didn't trust her as much, but I also knew that Cassie believed in her, and that was enough for me.

"I think I have an interesting proposition for you two, and considering your recent accomplishment on the treadmill, Arabella, you'll be even more of an asset now."

Wait, did she say what I thought she said?

"Did I actually run at the speed of sound?"

"Yes, I'm surprised you didn't figure that out yet, with your sonic boom and all." Cassie says in her most obvious tone.

Cool.

"Anyways," Agent Argent scolded us with her gaze, "back to the proposition. I would like to offer you both a spot on a team that we're gathering up. We've already recruited two of your friends, The Marvel and Blue Archer."

She wanted me on a team of superheroes? I knew that I could run fast, but I didn't think that was enough to make me liable for choosing in something like this.

"Of course," Cassie responded.

Always the loyal soldier, that one.

"What happened that made you want to put together this team? The government doesn't usually like the supers who work in groups." I skeptically studied her.

"Normally," she responded, "but supers have been going missing and we believe that Nemesis is behind it. Iris City's own Golden Eagle went missing just this morning."

I gasped, Golden Eagle was missing? Sure, he seemed like a jerk when Connor described him to me all those months ago, but that didn't mean he deserved whatever fate was coming to him.

I also clenched my fists in an attempt to control my rising rage at the mention of that name.

I'd learned long ago that it wasn't Archer who deserved the blame for what happened to me or Connor, it was Nemesis. Nemesis ordered Venom to kill Lacey's father, just like he ordered her to kill us all at the battle.

If Nemesis was behind these kidnappings . . ."Then I'm in."