Y/N Romanoff Creed was taken by the Ten Rings and turned into a Godslayer. After he escaped, he lived a life of crime before turning it around and become.....

Monster!

Finally back in New York, Y/N and the Strikers experienced a series of massive breakouts of some of the most secured prisons. Robbie Reyes was teleported to another world and Laura reunited with her team with new member, Wave.

But, returning home brings more than just old friends and good times.

Cause the cat is back.

Strikers: Monster, Cloak, Dagger, Wolverine, Bruiser, Squirrel Girl, Bloodstone, Loki

Program: Ms Marvel, Spider-Man, Nova, Wasp

Avengers: Black Widow

Unaffiliated: Black Cat

Monster:
Strikers

You groaned as you pushed yourself down onto the mat. You laid on your stomach before you forced yourself back up. You then laid back down.

Every single time, Tyrone winced or Sam would cover his eyes.

It has been a few days since the massive breakouts and Robbie's disappearance. The Avengers were working on doing what they could to track down the escaped villains, mostly succeeding, but you and your team still had the Training Camp with the Program.

Something that was pushed back til next week.

Sam: Oh, god. Please stop.

You looked up at them then at the hot stones under you. You kept them heated with your flames as you laid on them then got back up. They were so hot, in fact, that Tyrone and Sam could feel them from where they were sitting.

You let out a sigh and stood up. You held out your hand and created some ice to put the rocks out before you walked over to your friends. Tyrone tossed you your shirt which you pulled on.

Sam: You're still as crazy as ever. Good to see that hasn't changed.

Y/N: What can I say? Life's not always a party.

No. Not to you and the others, at least. But there was a party going on. Somewhere in New York, at a club, a woman sat and sipped on her champagne.

And a man approached her in the VIP section.

Man: Excuse me. So sorry to bother.

The woman held out her hand which the man shook with a smile.

Man: But, you're Odessa Drake, aren't you? I just saw you across the bar. I was hoping we could talk about...

Guard: Ms. Drake is not entertaining guests at the moment.

The woman held her hand up to show that she was okay.

Odessa: It's all right, Henry. What would you like to talk about, Mr....

Man: McCauley. Dave McCauley. And it's a business opportunity.

Odessa: Ah, yes. Would this happen to be the same business opportunity that involves countless eastern African villages your mining company burnt down? Or is it the SEC officers you have on your payroll? Perhaps your unregulated overseas banks?

The man was caught off guard. Odessa didn't even bat an eye. She took another drink of her champagne as the music in the club suddenly died down. The lights all turned in and every patron turned towards the VIP section.

Dave looked around confused before Odessa set her glass down.

Dave: Who are these people? What happened to the music. What happened to the lights? What the fuck is this?!

Odessa: This is your trial, Mr. McCauley. So I'd watch your tone.

She stood up as the guards grabbed Dave and held him.

Dave: I don't understand. I came to you!

Odessa: And the Thieves Guild has been waiting, right there.

Dave's eyes went wide.

Dave: T-The Theives Guild? That's an old wives tale!

Odessa: Old wives should be listened to more often, in my opinion.

The guards began to drag Dave away as he struggled to break free. Odessa simply checked her nails. Her lady did very well this time. Perfect as always.

Dave: AHHH! I SWEAR! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE REAL! AHH!

Odessa slowly looked up at nothing in particular.

Odessa: You have a point, Mr. McCauley. Perhaps we've been living in the shadows for a bit too long.

She then clenched her fist.

Odessa: I believe it is time to change that.
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You stared at the menu for a moment while everyone placed their orders. You were currently with a few of your friends at Joyce's Mexican Madness for lunch. You weren't really hungry, though.

You were still a bit worried about Robbie. You seriously hopped he was okay. Wherever he was.

Tandy: What's up?

You turned to your girlfriend who looked slightly worried about how quiet you've been. You just smiled and held her hand.

Y/N: Nothing. Just tired.

Tandy: Well, with the way you've been working out lately, I'm not too surpised.

You just smiled a bit. Nadia watched you both and groaned before she turned back around. Kamala placed a hand on her shoulder for comfort, but a hand didn't heal a broken heart.

However, something happened. Something very strange.

Not just in New York, but the entire world. All at once.

Kamala reached for her bag to grab her wallet, but found it missing. Thor tried to call back his hammer, but it never returned. Cap threw his shield, but it vanished. A certain vigilante found all of his guns missing. A bland hero found his sticks gone. A web slinger could no longer swing on his webs.

Kamala looked at her shoulder and turned back to the rest of you.

Kamala: I had my bag when I left, right?

You all nodded. You saw her grab it. You saw her put it over her shoulder.

Sam: I can pay.

Sam pulled off his own backpack and opened it. But he stopped when he looked inside. His helmet was gone.

Sam: What? No. No No No No!

He frantically dug through his stuff before you raised a brow. Then, Doreen let out a scream. You all turned to her to see that she was holding her tail.

Doreen: TIPPY TOE! MONKEY JOE!

Molly: Guys!

You all turned to her as she dropped to her knees and hugged herself.

Molly: I can't feel Toxin. I can't hear him. He's gone.

Tyrone suddenly fell over and you noticed his cloak was missing.

Tyrone: W-W-What?! H-H-H-How?!

What the hell was going on? It wasn't just you guys. Back at the tower, Elsa found her necklace missing. The same one that's been in her family for centuries. Loki couldn't find his golden helmet no matter how hard he tried.

Miles looked at his wrists to see that his webshooters were gone.

Miles: What the hell is going on?

You looked around confused. What was happening? Suddenly, your com card went off and you answered it.

Widow: Kid, somethings going on.

Y/N: Is this about things going missing?

Widow: I guess you already had your stuff stolen?

You shrugged. You weren't missing anything. But, maybe it was because you had nothing to steal. Same with Tandy.

Y/N: Whoever did this took Toxin. Who's behind this?

Widow: We don't know. But everyone is getting hit. Tony, Cap, Thor, Clint, everyone. Come back to base. We need a plan.
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You stood with the others back at the tower. You were in a tight situation seeing as most of the things that were stolen suddenly, were things that some of you needed to do your jobs.

Nadia's Wasp suit was one of them.

Nadia: I can't make another one in such a short amount of time.

Loki: Do you have any idea how hard it was to get that helmet?

Elsa: WHERE'S MY FUCKING NECKLACE?!

Widow: Settle down. You aren't the only ones affected by this.

She activated the monitor to show a list of known missing items.

It was a long fucking list.

Widow: For whatever reason, things have started to dissappear. All over the world. From every hero, at least.

Molly: But they kidnapped Toxin!

Y/N: And they will pay.

Everyone looked at you as your eyes flashed purple for a brief moment.

Y/N: They will pay, dearly.

Widow: Calm down, kid. We don't know what's going on.

You clenched your fists and turned to leave. Everyone watched as you opened the door to the balcony.

Loki: And where are you going?

You looked back to them and groaned.

Y/N: To get answers. I'll keep you posted.

You then stepped up and jumped off the balcony. Tandy watched as you flew away, feeling slightly unnerved about the way you were talking.

Kamala: Do you think he's gonna...

Nadia: I hope not.

Tandy: Do what? What is he going to do?

The two girls looked at each other and debated against telling her. Widow kept quiet as well. She knew exactly where you were going. And who you were going to talk to.

She shook her head and changed the screen.

Widow: Strikers.

The present Strikers turned to the monitor and saw two different files.

Widow: Since your lead is gone, you can work on these other issues.

Loki: Without the Godslayer?

Doreem: Without Tippy Toe and Monkey Joe?!

Molly: Tox.

Widow sighed as she rubbed her temples.

Widow: They're kids.

She turned back around.

Widow: Y/N has been putting together some missions to run following the breakouts. Possible leads and whatnot. He already had teams assigned to the missions. While he's working to find out what's going on, I would advise you work on these.

Elsa: That sounds fucking dandy and all, but we're missing our shit.

Tandy: But not anything we need to do our jobs. Except for Ty.

Everyone looked over at the couch where Tyrone was laying down. He felt so cold without his cloak. After being bonded to it for so long, it felt empty.

Laura: Doesn't matter. Call up the others and let's go. Besides, Y/N doesn't need our help for what comes next.
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You stood at the edge of a certain building with your eyes close. It was nearly 2 years since you were last here. The very place where you would go in case of emergency.

The place where you first met her.

You opened your eyes when you heard someone land behind you. You already knew who it was. There was only one person it could be.

You turned around and came face to face with the very person you never wanted to see again. At least, under these circumstances.

Your senses went off and you were met with a sharp hit to the face when she slapped you. You rubbed your cheek as she crossed her hands.

You lied. You lied by coming here. By looking for her. By telling her that you were letting her go, only to come looking for her.

You all had things you cared about. Not just people or beliefs or whatever. I mean things. Treasured belongs that mean something to you.

For some, it's a car.

For some, it's a particular thing used in a hobby or for a skill.

Maybe even a house pet.

And odds are that someone else wants it.

You used to be that person. You used to steal for the sake of survival. You were damn good at it as well. But you weren't alone.

You had Felicia and Cat.

It was a career.

But you choose to pursue another route in life. That of a hero. But Felicia choose to stay on her own path. You both said goodbye and you went your separate ways. Never to see each other again.

Y/N: Guess a cat really can't change her stripes, huh?

Cat: Oh, please. You more than had that coming. And isn't it a Zebra that can't change it's stripes?

You and your former partner stood across from each other ontop of the rooftop that you used to always meet up at.

Your former friend.

Your first love.

Y/N: Hello, Kit Kat.

Felicia: Hello, Frankie. Long time no see.

She activated her staff, and you popped out your claws.

There was once a time where you only had each other. Where you were family.

But now, you were enemies.

And you weren't about to let her get away.