<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Marcus Magnusson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid-Knight, Rogue and Thor<br/></span></span><hr/><br/><br/>The young man kneeling on the ground was huge.  As close as Rogue was it would be obvious now.  His body was sculpted muscle that rippled under the tank top he wore.  There was an emblem on black fabric and some small writing below that if visible would read LA County Art Museum.  He wore some kind of dark blue fatigue pants and heavy black boots, but portions of his torso, arms and legs were wrapped with heavy strips of scrap metal that had been bent around his body, presumably for added protection. A normal man would have been crushed under its weight.<br/><br/>The sudden arrival of Rogue causes Marcus to rise to a crouch his arms balled into fists to defend himself.<em> ‘Being able to sense movement in the ground sure as hell doesn’t help against flying people.’</em>He thought in disgust as the attractive southern belle landed nearby and startled him into fight mode. He didn’t recognize her at first mostly because his entire body told him to leap forward and knock the mutant through the nearest wall.<br/><br/>"I hope you had fun, boys, because playtime is over."<br/><br/>Marcus didn’t have time to look at Jake to see what he was doing, but since Rogue didn’t attack he simply held his ground and didn’t answer.  Talking to attractive women was never really his forte and this was the second time one had accused him today without a second thought.  If his parents hadn’t taught him better he would have given putting her through the wall a second thought.<br/><br/><em>‘Just breath…’</em><br/><br/>The wind that had settled and gone suddenly kicked up again.  If his eyes had left the immediate threat he would have certainly been concerned at the gathering storm clouds above.  The thunderclap shook the air around them as the swirling vortex formed between them and Rogue.  Marcus now fully aware of the display grew concerned.  What kind of power was this?  He saw the large form appear within the clouds and readied himself to charge.  The wind rushed outwards as the God of Thunder announced his presence.  It whipped at Marcus’s face and curly hair, but he did not flinch at its force.<br/><br/><strong>"I return!"</strong><br/><br/>Okay, it was not very hard to mistake Thor, God of Thunder.  Marcus lowered his fists and stood to his full height of 7 feet tall.  Despite his shock and awe at the sight of an Asgardian he couldn’t help but think…<br/><br/><em> ‘Thor, God of Obvious.’</em><br/><br/><strong>"Something is wrong... very wrong."</strong><br/><br/><em>‘Really?’</em><br/><br/>The God of Thunder turned away to address the X-Woman and for the first time Marcus really saw her and not just an enemy.  It was obvious who she was and he felt kinda dumb that he hadn’t figured it out before, but still…attractive accusatory mutant wasn’t at the top of Marcus’s favorite person list right now.  At the moment he was content to be in the background while the heavy hitters talked it out and then Jake spoke up.<br/><br/><em> ‘Oh great.’</em><br/><br/>Any potential reaction however was cut off by the damaged marquee still attached to the museum and the old speakers used for announcements.  As the marquee sputtered and sparked briefly to life words scrolled across it and the sound of a voice familiar to some issued from the speakers...<br/><br/><strong>“I know you’re out there listening. Looking for hope. Hiding from those that seek to destroy you. This being, Apocalypse has committed the first offense against us, against all of us. Borders, nationalities, religions, they don’t mean anything to him. If you are alive, you are a target; but you probably know all of this already, don’t you? <br/><br/>     I want to tell you that hope still exists - that right now I am building an army for the grand counterattack... but I'm not. I can’t, not alone against such powerful tyranny. Every single one of us has been struck, or someone we care for has been struck. I have. But I know I have to keep going. And so do you. <br/><br/>     We’re far from ready to come riding out of the dawn and save the planet, but soon we will be. If you can hear me, and you aren't under the control of Apocalypse, then you are a part of this too. It doesn't matter what you think about yourself or your abilities or what you can or cannot offer - you are a part of this! <br/><br/>     Mourn for the dead, pray for the living. That’s all we can do right now, until we are ready to strike back. To rise. To stand. To resist.  <br/><br/>     I have full confidence that if all of you answer the call, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our home. To ride out this storm of war - and to outlive this menace of tyranny and violence. We are the only resistance left. You are humanity’s hope, each and every single one of you. You are the heroes now. <br/><br/>     It may take days... it may take years... At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is what I am going to do.<br/>Because I am Iron Man, and Apocalypse has not seen the last of me yet; nor has he seen the last of you. <br/><br/>     Our vengeance is coming.”</strong>