<div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 22px">Prologue: The Interview </span></b><br/>
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<i><span style="font-size: 22px">A Small Cabin In The Woods Of Virginia</span></i>​</div><br/><br/><br/>“So…. You want to reform the Avengers?”<br/><br/>The reporter, a woman named Trish Walker (no relation to the old super hero Trish Walker) watched the girl in Military dress shift under the question. Her long, LONG legs were wrapped around the wooden chair and were showcased with a pair of simple black heels. The skirt she wore was borderline professional and the white shirt and jacket were open to expose her busty chest. She put her body on display, not because of any reason other than she found it put her interviewee slightly off balance. Even if they were a woman and straight as they came they looked… and if they were jealous it subtly effected them.<br/><br/>As for the men…<br/><br/>The woman she was interviewing was the complete opposite of her at first glance. For one thing, just on looks and body type along Trish was outclassed. Olympian or Amazonian would be a more accurate ascertain of the young woman. Putting it in simple terms, she was built not in any such way that made her look obscene or anything like that. No she was pretty damn near close to a demigod in that sense of the matter.<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><script class="js-extraPhrases" type="application/json">
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</div></div><br/><br/><br/>But… what did one expect of a second-generation Super Soldier?<br/><br/>“It’s time,” Amelia Rogers said speaking up. “My father disbanded them for good reason. Back then it was the right thing to do. Now though? I believe the world is ready for the Avengers to come back.”<br/><br/>“You’re talking about the Civil War,” Trish remarked tapping her pen to her plump lips. “The one where your father opposed the Super Human Registration Act?”<br/><br/>“Yes…” the girl said reaching up to tug at her long blonde hair currently contained in a straight ponytail. If not for the military dress she would look like an Eastern European model. “I think we all remember the events that followed after.”<br/><br/>It hung in the air between them. The Super Human Civil War had left it’s mark on the larger world. The world still held a day of remembrance for the  thousands of lives lost in Stamford Connecticut. Wakanda was still absent from the world stage, and the mutants? Well that was a whole other story. Sufficient to say the world had scars from the event her father sat in the center of. Of course it wasn’t JUST her father but also his best friend Tony Stark.<br/><br/>Of course, one of them had come out on the side of angels while the other was known in his final days as a villain.<br/><br/>“Your father was awarded a presidential pardon after his death five years ago.” Trish remarked leaning in. “Though many still think the entire debacle is his fault. The Sokovia Accords as you know were ratified two years ago after the Bloodbath I-“<br/><br/>“I’d prefer you not to use the media name for it,” Amelia Rogers said her mouth pressing into a firm line. “What happened to the heroes on Manhattan should have NEVER happened. In registering they were supposed to be protected.”<br/><br/>“I don’t think anyone expected the Kingpin to organize the heroes like he did but I understand,” The woman nodded. “Either way you have to admit that the blo-“ She paused clearing her throat. “The events in Manhatten did lead to the fractured state of the super hero community. Are you sure you can bridge the gap?”<br/><br/>“My father had a saying,” Amelia said her eyes narrowing. “All it takes is one… one person who still believes in the good fight and liberty and justice over all. Hope can spring eternal when given the chance. It’s my hope and desire to bring back that hope for the people.”<br/><br/>“And the Avengers can do that.”<br/><br/>.............................................<br/><br/><br/><b>Chapter 1: Introduction Are Needed </b><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/5sDAwghgu9eJM8YeEMHhIt1am_f5fh74fgo6Jt2Gy2L3sB_YFYER-k_1a9cknao8LzIqIaHGjIkukV2IgRgIUc1IvELTEnOqNWvjf_cIQIe-MqKRvnC5bXi0z51X_NY0wXMFv6l-" title="5sDAwghgu9eJM8YeEMHhIt1am_f5fh74fgo6Jt2Gy2L3sB_YFYER-k_1a9cknao8LzIqIaHGjIkukV2IgRgIUc1IvELTEnOqNWvjf_cIQIe-MqKRvnC5bXi0z51X_NY0wXMFv6l-">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>It was the early days of spring, not that one could see much change in this vast swathe of Arizona desert. These coordinates each of them received, they led to such a remote area of the territory that there was nothing for miles. This was a place where isolation and quiet went hand and hand, and a place where one could see the sea of stars for miles and miles. This world was alien, to the great many who stayed in the city and or had never been this far out. In the middle of all that though nature suddenly gave way to something else…<br/><br/>Something forgotten.<br/><br/><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/pxCfKBdHqu1DCKTh_aBmy5-KrthHME5ISChbzWTmKW8uux-0z9i25rbHwk8e8NubcuAcrfT797ZSfgPRb0R9mfWD0VPh4hSXdLgMMGW5VuwR3UQgisugp_7rQFT0xjBbQaIGhp7p" title="pxCfKBdHqu1DCKTh_aBmy5-KrthHME5ISChbzWTmKW8uux-0z9i25rbHwk8e8NubcuAcrfT797ZSfgPRb0R9mfWD0VPh4hSXdLgMMGW5VuwR3UQgisugp_7rQFT0xjBbQaIGhp7p">
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</div><br/><br/><br/>Thought it once had a SHIELD presence, Director Tony Stark was a cocky man and believed no one would ever find the graveyard. With his insistence on AI and Drones that would surely be enough to watch over the sea of decommissioned Helicarrier that dotted the large gorge they were dumped in. That same insistence on AI had led to those Helicarriers early death as SHIELD used the Iron Legion variant know for any of their engagements. In truth the rusting husks that jutted into the air like broken teeth or bones were a sad reminder the day of heroes were dead and gone.<br/><br/>There were no more colorful spandex costumes, no more silver silly guns, and no more heroes to swoop in an save the pretty girl (or guy). Civil War had ruined the Golden Age, brought everyone back to a screeching reality of AI, Intelligence Gathering, and wars fought in the shadow. Super Villains replaced with terrorists and the eyes of the world turned outwards. It was that thinking that had led to that god forsaken blood bath all those years ago. It led to people dying plain and simple.<br/><br/>Inside the largest hellicarrier a group of women worked to get it up and running. They wore blue and white jumpsuits and did everything from welding to practice hand to hand fighting in the large ship. Today was supposed to be the day, the day the people they would be working with arrived. Their was an added pep to many of their steps as the spy ring worked to get everything ready. All while giving their leader a degree of space so she could prepare as well. Eventually Amelia’s second in command a woman by the name of Veronica moved towards the entrance so she could bring people in and guide them to the war room that would serve as a meeting place.<br/><br/>“I suppose you have to get up now?” A lazy seductive voice asked from the large bed that dominated the Captains Quarters.<br/><br/>Amelia grunted in acknowledgement, having already gotten up and out of bed and dressed in her uniform. She knew if she looked back she would see one of her girls stretching and getting up herself but made a point not to. She was focused entirely on the news feeds, watching as Mayor Norman Osborne gave his speech.<br/><br/>“Is today the day?” The girl asked coming behind Amelia and draping her arms around her lover’s shoulders. Amelia felt her soft breasts pressing against her powerful shoulder through her uniform and blushed. Doing… well what she wanted to do always left her feeling guilty. She knew it was wrong, to feel guilty about one’s sexuality but the feelings remained all the same.<br/><br/>“Yes.” She finally said as she turned up the volume. Mayor Norman Osbourne… The fat cat of Manhattan who’d won his second term under one VERY specific platform. A iniative he was revealing today. Amelia leaned in eyes devouring the feed.<br/><br/>“As many of you remember,” Mayor Osbourne said his voice authoritarian. “Ten years ago today the late Wilson Fisk organized a band of thugs and murders and went after the loved ones of New York’s greatest Defenders. The system that was supposed to protect them failed and the fine men and women of the New York City Police Department weren’t allowed to defend them because of SHIELD. A great many beloved New Yorkers lost their lives that day and since then we’ve held a day of remembrance for them on this day.”<br/><br/>He paused doing a fairly good bit of acting as he looked sober before continuing. “Today though… today I want to do something a little different. When you reelected me it was on the promise that I would make these streets safe for EVERYONE hero and cop alike. Anonymity protected the Superhero community for decades but why stop there? Why not give the Cops the same strength? And give those heroes till wanting to fight a chance to work with them? That’s why today I am happy to introduce you to the NYPD’s FIRST Blue Knight department.”<br/><br/>Norman turned waving over the group of cops hiding behind the banner of the NYPD. They came out wearing modified versions of a regular policeman’ uniform made to look more heroic. Their faces were covered, either by blue bandanas or full masks. What was more curious was the man leading the group.<br/><br/>“Fuck.” Amelia said rising out of her seat as she took in Daredevil and his shiny new blue costume.<br/><br/>“Fuck.”