<div style="text-align: left;">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v457/Darthvegeta800/Moon_knight_inline_3_zps00484d99.jpg) (http://smg.photobucket.com/user/Darthvegeta800/media/Moon_knight_inline_3_zps00484d99.jpg.html)<br/></div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Moon Knight<br/><strong>Location:</strong> New York City, West, Underground  Secret Avengers Base<br/><strong>Whereabouts:</strong> Base Entrance <br/><strong>Taggings:</strong> She Hulk, Captain America, anyone getting in the way<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Moon Knight Costume</div><br/><em>'And so we return'</em><br/><em>'Indeed we do... 'Avenger' </em><br/>The voice in his head. Or was it his voice? Were talking again.<br/><em>'Thought you were done with it all?'</em><br/><em>'Nothing is ever 'done' in this line of work'</em><br/>The schizophrenic superhero was doing much better than in the past.<br/>The voices were mostly absent but at times when confronted with a tense element of the past... they seemed to resurface.<br/>And he had a lot of past with the Avengers.<br/>A relationship with Tigra, possesion by Khonshu, fighting many enemies before leaving once more.<br/>He was a backup Avenger for ages until he stepped away from that just to return eventually.<br/>And more recently he was one of Steve Rogers 'Secret Avengers'.<br/>Despite his unstable behaviour in the past, Steve Rogers had recruited him specifically for his cunning and rather unpredictable actions.<br/>From mercenary to hero to vigilante back to hero?<br/><em>'Never a hero...'</em><br/><em>'Always a hero!'</em><br/>He took a deep breath and the voices faded away.<br/>He hesitated a moment. His ID card in a gloved hand.<br/>The cloaked silver and white lunar avenger looked at it. His costumed appearance on it.<br/>And then...  as he hesitated, the statue of Khonshu became visible momentarily in his mind's eye.<br/><em><strong>"Proceed. Fist of Khonshu... I require justice!"</strong></em>the eyes of the statue's face glowed.<br/>Real? Or fake? It was impossible to tell. The lines between reality and fiction had faded when it came to Khonshu. He had seen Khonshu. He had been revived more than once by him but he had also at times imagined his ruthless God of Vengeance... or Justice.<br/>He slid the card over the security reader. Until now he had admirably avoided all scanners and sensors. He had not announced his arrival.<br/>He entered the building, pushed forth by the vision and the dire situation outside.<br/>She Hulk had left him to go on a mission of her own. So he decided to see what could be done.<br/>Ultron would not be stopped by a singular ex mercenary with a lot of money and experience but no metapowers.<br/>He now moved defiantly, his cape flowing lightly with each step. He did not hide from security or the camera in the hall. He had a right to be here.<br/>Question was... who else had gathered here?<br/>And would this truly change anything?<br/><strong>"As the saying goes. Come out... come out... wherever you are..."</strong>his low grumbling voice said.<br/><br/>