Hailey: Welcome back!

You closed the door behind you before you tossed your bag on the floor and fell face first onto the couch.

Hailey: Did you get what I asked for?

You lifted up a plastic bag and she took it excitedly. She looked through it and noticed more than she asked for.

Hailey: Uh...

Y/N: Goggles broke when I was fighting a robot.

Hailey: Oh. Cool.

Y/N: I also joined the Champions.

Hailey: REALLY?!

You nodded into the couch. You turned your head so you could see her.

Y/N: Today has been hectic. First the Hand, then I almost got my butt kicked by the Wasp, then I helped Ms. Marvel, Mockingbird, and a new Wasp take down a giant robot. Pretty sure I'm going to have detention tomorrow to since I missed three classes.

Haliey: Wow. That sounds rough. But you got to meet Janet Van Dyne!

Mom: All in the daily life of the Leviathan.

You lifted yourself up enough to see your mother sitting at the kitchen table again.

Y/N: When are you supposed to be back again?

Mom: The end of the week sweetheart. Business negotiations have been going good though so I might be back by Wednesday.

That would be nice. You kinda missed her homemade meals. Well, your sister's cooking was good to.

Hailey: You should go take a shower and get some rest.

You just shook your head as you pulled out your goggles.

Y/N: I need to fix these for tomorrow.

Hailey took them and looked them over.

Hailey: I can work on them. You need sleep.

An angelic glow surrounded your sister as you bowed down.

Y/N: I don't deserve you!
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Gib: You're a Champion now?

You nodded as you bit into the breakfast bagel you had picked up on the way to school. You and Gib were talking about yesterday's events and how you were caught on video. Again.

Y/N: Ms. Marvel has my number and will text me when there's something they need my help with.

Gib: Ms. Marvel, has your number. Dude. That's awesome!

You just ate your bagel. You were beyond sore from the two fights yesterday. Three if you really wanted to count Janet flipping you.

Gib: And now you have a prime chance to get a new costume from Janet Van Dyne. I think you hit the big leagues dude.

You didn't bother saying anything. You finally reached the school where you frowned at the idea of doing the same thing all over again. The cycle never ends. At least your goggles were fixed now and you fixed your jacket last night. You rummaged through your locker for a bit before you realized you never put your books back. That means....lord, if you are real, please do not let the books be destroyed.

You opened your backback and found several books absolutely torn to spreads. Your eye twitched slightly as Gib looked inside.

Gib: Yikes. I can lend you my books if you want. You'll be on your own in Chemistry though.

Y/N: You're a true friend Gib.

Gib handed you the books you needed and you said your goodbyes as you headed off to separate classes.

You entered your first hour Math where you set your bag down and took your seat. You started to write down the notes on the board before chatter caught your ear.

Male Student: Did you hear about the Champions?

Female Student: It's all over social media.

Male Student: Some heroes. The hell do they think they are?

You raised a brow before you pulled out your phone. You looked up the hastag and your eye widen with horror at the things you were seeing. Two homeless men had arrived at a police station claiming the Champions were responsible for burning down the homeless camp and beating them. The posts from other users were all either about disappointment, or outright rejecting the Champions.

Ms. Myers: Mr. L/N. Class is starting. Please put your phone away.

You grabbed your bag and quickly rushed out of the room. You dialed up a number and placed the phone to your ear as it rang.

Ms. Marvel: Leviathan?

Y/N: What the hell is going on?
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You were cutting on the roof of the police department where Ms. Marvel said they were being interrogated. Since you were still new, and weren't really known, you didn't have to get questioned like the rest of them. You had to put your phone away after you only saw the negative reaction to the Champions. Seems like the world is spinning out of control. You heard the door below open.

TAH: There were a hundred points of counterdata I could have fed them Viv. I'm the smartest man in the world.

Viv: I believe you currently rank number eight.

TAH: I'm rounding up.

You peeked over the edge and saw everyone gathered there along with Vision. Oh. Viv, Vision. You got it now. Cyclops and Ms. Marvel were looking at her phone.

Cyclops: They can't prosecute off an accusation, and that's all they have.

Ms. Marvel: Yeah but the only court that matters thinks we deserve lethal injection.

You jumped dowm from the roof and surpised everyone by your sudden appearance.

Y/N: Shrug it off. That's the internet. It's a hate machine.

Ms. Marvel held her phone up to show you the, franky dank, meme that was belittling her.

Ms. Marvel: These are people we've tried to inspire. And it was working 'til now.

Y/N: Things happen.

Ms. Marvel: We're nkt here to play cops and robbers. We're a movement for change. The Champions means nothing unless people belong with us.

Y/N: Then do something about it. Do some heroing and kick some butt.

Nova: Yeah! Let's start Sherlocking who they are.

TAH: Are you serious?

You nodded.

Y/N: Totally! Let's find these posers and make them pay. But, who are they?

TAH: I mean, how can you not already know? California? Super-Team? Sadists?

Nova gave it some thought.

Nova: Ohhhhh. The Freelancers.

TAH: Yeah.

The who now?

Vision: I am not familiar.

Y/N: Yeah. I got nothing.

Vision looked at you for a moment.

Vision: You must be Leviathan.

Y/N: It's a pleasure.

The teens all looked at you and Vision for a moment.

Spider-Man: Merchanry outfit. They specialize in punching down. Got a problem with the weak, the poor, or the woke? Call the Freelancers.

Cyclops: Viv, hit the web. See if you can learn where they are at the moment.

Viv ran a scan.

Viv: Minneapolis. Assisting in mass evacuation within a low-income neighborhood. Several lots have been purchased while other have been foreclosed upon, likely illegally, by the Gemini Bank Corporation. Which intends to erect more profitable housing.

Nova: You're saying the Freelancers are kicking the poor out of their homes so the rich can have them!

Vision: This is one assignment.

Nova: You mean there's more?

You shook your head. This was just beyond evil. Seriously. What the hell? Were these guys neglected growing up or something?

Y/N: Targeting the weak for an easy win. How pathetic.

Vision turned to you and narrowed his eyes as he ran a scan.

Vision: I trust that you will assist them on this mission?

You nodded.

Y/N: I'm a Champion now. We got this.

Vision looked like he was abiut to argue a point but didn't.

Vision: Very well. Good luck and feel free to summon me if you require assis...

Spider-Man: That won't be...

Nova: Happening.

Ms. Marvel: Thanks.

Vision looked at the three heroes for a moment. Seems like some tension. Yikes. Vision flew up without another word to them.

Visiom: Viv, please contact me if you find yourself running late for our evening meal.

He flew away as you watched.

Y/N: That was awkward.

Everyone turned towards you as you connected the metal threads to your gloves.

Y/N: What?

Cyclops: You're really going to help us?

You gave it a thought. By all means, you should just go home and go back to class. You hardly knew these people and you've only really been a member for a day and a half....no. This was the right thing to do. It didn't matter if they were your team or not. If there was a group of dumbasses who were harming innocent people, it was your job to stop them.

Y/N: Yeah. Let's do this.
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Minneapolis....

After the Champions', uh, flying taco truck landed, you had rushed off toward the gathering group of people who were watching as their homes were being burnt down. You reached an open area where a girl eith blue hair started to walk towards a house, with a bomb strapped to her.

Y/N: What the hell?

Cursed Cass: Tic, tic, tic.

She entered the home and blew it up to your horror. You looked over to the giant woman who was holding a phone.

Might: Hear that? We're on the job.

You could hear a voice on the phone.

Man: Good. I love that little yelp Cass makes when her bombs go off, even though she knows they can't hurt her.

You watched the lady enter another house which was catching ablaze. You shot out a line and swung over to the backyards where you found another woman making a man lose his mind.

Y/N: These people are sick.

The large woman appeared again and walked over to a fallen tree.

Might: Did you do the other thing?

Y/N: Other thing?

Man: Speaking of futility, yes. The licensing  contracts are fully executed.

Might bent down and picked up the tree with one hand before throwing it on her shoulder.

Might: And the display sign?

Man: In place.

Might: Alright. I have to get to work now. Go away.

She hung up the phone and got ready to throw the tree at some more homes, but she failed to notice a bug in the wood.

Spider-Man: Boo.

Might dropped the tree as the other Champions jumped from the taco truck. You leaped out from your hiding spot as well and readied your lines.

Viv: This is not normally how evacuations are handled.

Cyclops: With bloodshed? No. Everyone pick a target, and keep away from the victims.

You had your eyes locked on Might. This was your fight to. You jumped into action and shot out a line that connceted with the tree. You used it to swing around and deliver a powerful kick to her cmgut that sent her rolling backwards. The Champions all went to fo their own thing as you stared down Might who was getting back up.

Might: Hitting a girl? That's not very nice.

Y/N: My fists are unisex when it comes to people like you.

Might charged at you but you leaped up and pulled out a knife. You shot a line at her back and grappled yourself to her back where you stabbed the knife into the metal. You popped off a plate of her armor before leaping back to avoid her hit. There. She had exposed skin.

Y/N: Let's see how those upgrades work.

You shot out a metal thread and turned your watch. The line became a powerful taser that caused Might to shake before she collapsed to the floor in defeat.

Y/N: Not so tough now huh? Sucks when they fight back.

You looked around and saw the other Champions beat their targets. Your eyes landed on Ms. Marvel who was laying a beat down on Panic. You rushed over along with Nova and Spider-Man.

Nova: Ruh roh.

Spider-Man: Marvel, stop!

You and Viv grabbed her and pulled her back.

TAH: Hey, hey.

Ms. Marvel: Losing the Champions! Losing a family! Losing all those people that look up to us! That's what I'm scared of!

You pulled Marvel away with Viv while Cyclops walked over to the defeated Panic.

Cyclops: That's why it's a bad idea to cross us. We're going to show up to every single one of your jobs, suspect or not, and stop you cold. Unless you're willing to make a deal.

Panic couldn't resist. She knew that he wasn't bluffing.

Panic: What do you want?
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You stood beside the Champions while the Freelancers stood on the other side of Might as she talked into the mic that was connected to the News camera.

Might: I, I have a brief announcement to make.

You smiled as she confessed everything. The Champions were the innocent ones yet again. They were the heroes. You actually wanted to laugh at their looks of defeat. As the crowd dispersed, Spider-Man and you approached Ms. Marvel.

Spider-Man: So the C means something again. How doesn't it feel Marv?

Ms. Marvel: Like, everything. It feels like everything.

Y/N: Oddly enough, I think I get what you're saying.

Ms. Marvel: And we have to thank you. Even though you're still new, you helped us.

You shook your head.

Y/N: It was the right thing to do.

Might: Ms. Marvel?

You all turned around to look at the big woman.

Might: We good?

Ms. Marvel rubbed the back of her neck while you simoly glared at her. She didn't sound like she was defeated. She sounded, cocky.

Ms. Marvel: That might be stretching it. But I hope you think about how you treat people now.

Might: Our lawyers will take care of the homeless dudes. Are you enjoying a good gloat pipsqueak?

Ms. Marvel: What?

You and Spider-Man tensed up as Might stepped forward with a look of anger in her eyes. Was this going to be another fight?

Might: You robbed us of our work, our money, our fun. You made us drag our own reputation through the mud in front of the world. Then you strut around like big smug ass winners.

What was she on about? Her team took away homes. Took away people's livelihoods. They dragged the Champions name down in the mud first! The audacity of this bitch.

Might: But there's one thing you didn't see coming. One thing you couldn't prevent.

Ms. Marvel: What?

Might reached up to grab a white banner that was covering a sign. She then ripped it off and your eyes grew wide at the sight of the Champions logo. It read "38 Luxury Residential Suites Champions Tower". Everyone was shocked to see this. This couldn't be right. How?

Ms. Marvel: Why is our name on that thing? And our logo?

Might: The bank licensed it. It's all legal.

Y/N: But they can't! It's public domain!

Ms. Marvel: We put it out there so people could share it freely.

Might just smirked smugly.

Might: That might make sense in your world. What better way to say "shed your sympathy tears in your safe space, snowflakes"? But it was a stupid move in the real world, where people compete. You should have trademarked your little social-change symbol before we did.

Might started to laugh as your blood boiled.

Might: Nice burn on you and a nice financial move. There are people already clamoring to pay huge amounts for the pleasure of undermining your crusade. So get used to your C on luxury goods, gated communities, cigarettes. Oh, and one more thing.

She narrowed her eyes at all of you.

Might: Thank you for making it famous.

No way.