In the distance is the planet Earth, sitting in the black void of space, and about it the remains of its orbiting satellite, Luna, a portion of it reduced to rubble making a faint ring about the large asteroid like lunar body, a crater the size of the state of California carved deep into the dead, gray surface, and over the horizon, comes a large stellar vessel, appearing in the blink of an eye, its shape and mass half of such as Luna, the ship itself a sinuous and sleek despite its size, a massive viper waiting to strike.<br/><br/><strong><em>There was an idea...</em></strong><br/><br/>A tall humanoid shape, lithe yet with a powerful physical presence looks on through an energy field to a holographic projection of the Earth.  The voice it speaks in alien, accented, yet one could not hide the tone of utter contempt and smug superiority, as well as a hint of incredulity.<strong>"To think they wiped out and killed the very people who could ever save them from their fate.  They routed the Chitari, they defeated Thanos, they repelled the World Eater multiple times, and now their own arrogance and sheer idiocy will be the end of them."</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>To bring together a remarkable group of people.</em></strong><br/><br/>A woman takes off a helmet.  She is dressed in crimson and black urban combat armor.  Her hair sweat soaked, long blond locks of it looking near back.  A hand goes to the woman's shoulder, spinning her about, facing a man's whose face is full if fear and concern and more as he pleads with her, his voice frantic, and almost desperate.<strong>"Damn it Karen you can't go back out there, you can't!  Don't you see it, they want to kill you, they will kill you why in the Hell would you, how could you?"</strong><br/><br/>The woman, Karen shakes off the shoulder.  Sweat pouring down the side of her face, mingling in with the blood steaming from the left side of her ear and nose, her left eye also having a crimson cast too it.  It is clear her steps unsteady, yet her voice determined and clear, as the resolve in her eyes.<strong>"Because I can!  Because no one else will, and by God, Daniel, they deserve better than SHIELD letting them die like sheep!"</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>To see if we could become something more.</em></strong><br/><br/>Dust and fire and smoke all prevail about the chamber as two people rush towards what looked to be some sort of vessel.  It's small, room for only one person at best.  About them, the impending doom of cataclysmic intensity.  The one man touches a series of code and then gestures towards the other man.<strong>"You have to go, now!  Titian is crippled, dying even but much worse would happen to the universe if they find the others on Earth.  Go, be our champion, be the beacon of hope to spark them to do what has to be done, what needs to be done!  Go now!"</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>So when they needed us, we could fight the battles.</em></strong><br/><br/>A young man with dark hair casting defiant and angry eyes about everything and everyone about him.  Rage, the type of anger of a man who has been pushed to the edge and not going to take it anymore, a man to use passion and channel it into something else, into something more.  His voice crackles and vibrates the depth of emotion as his chin lifts and eyes flash such intensity they could cut diamond.<strong>"Because my last name is not Stane, and Obadiah was not my grandfather.  My name is Stark, and it is about damned time I do something about it!"</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>That they never could.</em></strong><br/><br/>The flash of a metal sphere as it rockets through the air, ricocheting against multiple surfaces before slapping into a small, diminutive, almost childlike hand.  Then comes the flash of a impish smile and a slip of woman, bare legs flashing in the air as he flips through the air, cartwheeling and bouncing off rubble and walls as gunfire flashes in the air, doing its best to hit the woman who is laughing, its sound at odds with the lethal doom threatening her at any moment.<br/><br/><strong><em>Searching for primary members.  All founding members...deceased.  All reserve members...deceased.</em></strong><br/><br/>Series of graves, many of them decaying and not maintained, set upon a near barren piece of ground with only hints of sickly grass growing about.  A light shinning over the tombstones and the names carved into them.  Natashia Romanoff, Clint Barton, Anthony Stark, Steven Rogers...<br/><br/><strong><em>Initiating the Avengers Next Initiative.</em></strong><br/><br/>A fantastical city in ruins, raging fires and smoke upon the horizon and about the two people present, the shattered remains of the Bifrost.  A voice which could be heard across the nine realms thrusting in the great sword<em>Hofund</em>thrust into what remains, desperately trying to open the gate one more time.<strong>"For the honor of your father and mother, for the survival of the nine realms, and above all else my child, for Asgardia!"</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>Avengers...Assemble.</em></strong><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Game Threads</span></strong></span><br/>Recruitment Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283651.0)<br/>OOC Thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284159.0)<br/>