Y/N Romanoff is the son of one Elise Storm and Victor Creed. After his birth, he was taken away and experimented on by a group simply known as the Ten Rings. He managed to escape with the help of the Creator before his death at the hands of AIM and Taskmaster.

Y/N, Monster, now runs the new generation of Strikers consenting of the younger Scarlet Witch, Cloak, and Dagger. Under the guidance of his father, Sabertooth, and SHIELD agent Bobbi Morse, Mockingbird, the team has been training to become stronger than before.

But news from East LA has caught the attention of another original member of the Strikers.

Strikers: Monster, Scarlet Witch, Cloak, Dagger, Sabertooth

SHIELD: Mockingbird

Unaffiliated: Hellstrom

Monster:
Strikers

You sat in the lounge with your tablet, looking over the latest scans of Burns. Once again, there was nothing there.

Y/N: Huh.

With you were Tyrone, Tandy, and Wanda who were all hanging around doing their own thing. Tandy was painting her nails, Tyrone was watching TV, and Wanda was reading.

Tandy: And, done.

She lifted her feet and set them down on your lap as her nails started to dry. You sat back to make her more comfortable as you looked at the tablet.

Y/N: This doesn't make any sense. What's the point of having a drone if the drone can't scan worth a shit?

Bobbi: I'm starting a swear jar.

Bobbi entered the room with a soda in her hand. She looked at your tablet and laughed.

Bobbi: Still trying to figure out Burns? Good luck, kid. We've been trying for years.

Y/N: Yeah yeah. It exists but it doesn't. I get it.

Bobbi leaned over the back of your couch and did something that caught you off guard. She started to....pet you.

You slowly lowered the tablet and looked up at her with a stone cold face.

Y/N: Are you making a move on me?

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at Bobbi. She just looked confused.

Bobbi: What? No. I did this to your dad and he acted like this was the greatest thing in the entire world.

You raised a brow.

Wanda: Well, he is still pretty feral. Y/N can get like that as well, when pushed enough.

Tyrone: What? Like...he goes hunting in the woods with his bare hands butt naked? Is that something you do?

Everyone was now looking at you. You scratched your neck.

Y/N: No. I haven't gone hunting butt ass naked.

Bobbi: And that's a dollar in the swear jar.

You looked her dead in the eyes and handed her three dollars.

Bobbi: Why three?

Y/N: One for earlier, one for now, one in advance.

You turned back to your tablet and looked through the scans again.

Tandy: So, not that I'm restless or anything, but when is our next mission?

You shrugged.

Y/N: There's nothing that really needs our attention right now.

Damon: That is where you are wrong.

Everyone screamed when a vortex of fire rose from the floor. It cleared and revealed Damon standing there.

Wanda: USE THE DOOR!

Victor rushed into the room with his claws out and ready for a fight, pink apron included, but stopped when he saw Damon. He sighed and lowered his hands.

Victor: Use the damn door. You're cutting years off these kids' lives.

Damon laughed to himself.

Damon: Sorry, guys. But I did come here to talk to Y/N.

You raised a brow confused.

Damon: As leader of the Strikers, you'll need to investigate possible cases. And I have a possible case.

Bobbi: Does this have to do with the East LA investigation you were doing?

Y/N: Stop petting me.

Damon: It might be. I was contacted by an old friend. Johnny.

Victor: Blaze? What the hell did he want? I thought he was....

Damon signaled for him to stay quiet. Victor took the signal and stopped talking.

Damon: He has asked for the Strikers to get involved. But it wouldn't help to move the entire team out if there isn't anything to check out.

Y/N: So you want me to go ahead and see what's up? And see if the Strikers need to get involved?

Damon nodded. Well, it was something to do. You nodded, smacked Bobbi's hand away, and gently set Tandy's feet aside. You then stood up and grabbed your mask from the coffee table.

Y/N: Alright. East LA, here we come! I'll get the Quinjet ready.

Damon: No need.

He grabbed your arm and a portal appeared under him. A vortex of fire suddenly appeared around the both of you.

Y/N: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Then, you were gone. Everyone looked at where you used to be before they went back to what they were doing.
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User Scarlet Witch has updated her message board...

Greetings. Monster is unable to post an update so I will be taking his place until he is able to. He has left with Hellstrom to East LA in order to investigate a possible threat. Following our battle against Dormammu, we have gained significant power, so he should be okay.

P.S. Cloak and Dagger say hello.

Comments:
Nova: How does he keep getting babes?

Spidey: I heard about a fight that happened over at LA. Maybe that's what it is?

Monster: Guys, word of advice, hell portals suck ass.
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Hillrock Heights...

Robbie retrieved the books he needed from his locker as the bell overhead rang. Robbie hummed to himself as students began to file into Mr. Wakeford's class.

Mr. Wakeford: Good morning, truth seekers! You have 40 seconds to find your seats. It is time to learn!

The students greeted their teacher with and he greeted them with a smile. Three younger students, former trouble makers, entered the room in casts, crutches, and bandages.

Mr. Wakeford: Top o' morning, gents.

Guero, the leader of the boys, looked over at Robbie. They had been fighting nonstop for months prior to the battle that took place at Hillrock Heights. Guero just gave him a thumbs up and mumbled a good morning.

Robbie approached his favorite teacher and gave him a high five.

Robbie: It is a good morning. A pretty great morning, actually.

He entered the class room and took his seat. He smiled as he tapped his fingers on his desk.
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Y/N: This place is way too nice for me to be in it.

You looked around the nice hotel room Damon had gotten for you to stay in. You then looked over to the window that overlooked the city of LA.

Damon: My friend should be here tomorrow. He won't meet with you for a while so you'll be investigating on your own.

You looked over to Damon.

Y/N: You're not helping me?

Damon shrugged.

Damon: Not a Striker anymore. Besides, I have other work to do here. You'll be fine on your own. Trust me. Just....don't get shot. Hillrock Heights ain't the safest place in the world.

Noted. You just placed your hands in your pockets. Your neck was seriously starting to itch.
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Gabe: And then...... we read comics.....and I was Ninja Wolf and Robbie was Mr. Fuji....and....and we made our own stories...and it was so much fun! And I liked it a lot because....Robbie had so much fun too!

Robbie watched as his brother excitedly told Dr. Dacosta about their day together. It was their weekly meeting at the development center to check up on Gabe's progress. Always a day Robbie would dread, but not this time.

Dr. Dacosta: Well. This is all very exciting, Gabriel. You and your brother Roberto really know how to have a great time. That makes me very happy. You can go play with some toys, now, Gabriel.

Gabe looked at his brother.

Gabe: Robbie?

Robbie just smiled.

Robbie: Go ahead, buddy. I'll be with you in a minute.

Gabe smiled and turned his wheelchair and headed out the door. There, he pulled out his backpack and started to play with his super hero action figures.

Robbie turned back to the doctor.

Dr. Dacosta: Roberto, I'm very aware of your hectic school and work schedule, but have you been spending more time with Gabe?

Robbie shrugged.

Robbie: I...I tried to spend as much time with him as I can. But I did cut down my hours at the body shop, recently.....is there something wrong? Is he okay?

Robbie suddenly got worried.

Dr. Dacosta: Oh, he's definitely okay. As a matter of fact, your brother's progress recently has been nothing short of amazing. The time you spent getting involved in activities he enjoys, is evidenced by Gabriel's mental and physical stimulation.

Robbie started to smile again. He wanted to spend more time with Gabe for years, now. It just wasn't possible with everything he was doing to make sure they could survive. But not anymore. He had this power now.

Dr. Decosta: He's shown great improvement in motor skills and communication. Especially communication. He's been talking up a storm! It's like a light was turned on inside him. Whatever you've been doing, Roberto, don't stop doing it. It's definitely working.

Robbie: Trust me. I don't plan to.
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You pulled your hood down even more as you walked down the street. This place was rough. Why did you keep ending up in places like this?

Whatever. You used to be just like these people. Fighting to survive. Back when you were still with Felicia and Cat.

You looked up when you heard a car driving by. Damn. That was a nice car. Slick black. Dodge challenger.

You looked inside as it drove by. Must be brothers. Oh well. You didn't come here to look at cars. You had a job to do. According to Damon, the fight that happened here was the result of Mr. Hyde trying to create a drug that would inhance a person's raw strength. Just like he had done to himself.

You reached the area where the fight took place and found that a massive crater still stood there.

Looks like it was a pretty awesome fight.

But, the drugs were never retrieved. And that meant trouble.

More than you could've possibly imagined. Because no one saw where the drugs went.

No one saw the dog that ran off with them.

Or the animals that ate them.

The animals that were now monstrous creatures that were hiding in the shadows.

You kneeled down and felt around for any trace of energy. Then, you felt it. It was like Damon said.

You pulled out your phone and made a call.

Damon: Kid?

Y/N: Hey. I think you were right. I think this is a Ghost Rider.

All the while, Robbie drove Gabe home. Happy that he now had a chance to get them both out of Hillrock Heights.

But neither you nor him know just what crossing paths would lead to.

The moment the two of you would meet, would change history forever. In ways you could never imagine.