CHARACTER SWAP

A round table had been set up in the halls of the Mighty Avengers. A meeting that had been long overdue between he and what he now considered his commanders on the field of battle. And after all, there was much discussion needed. This Superhuman Registration Act, the Mutant Registration Act and what it meant for H.A.M.M.E.R and Mutants, and exactly where the hell H.A.M.M.E.R. stood on the SHRA. It wasn't a question of what the organization would do. They'd uphold the law to the letter. But he'd let SHIELD make the mistake of engaging Captain America on an open field. He had no time to deal with such folly. Because there were other matters. Like keeping peace on the streets while these twits had a slap fight. Keeping the Phoenix and Mephisto by ravaging the planet in some fool attempt or another. And then there was this new player. This Shuma-Gorath, and the rumors swirling of Odin's mad bastard taking Stranges position as Sorcerer Supreme. That alone was troubling.

He sat, lowering his helmet to the table before taking a seat. Victoria sat next to him, dictating notes. "Call the Avengers. Top priority meeting. If they miss it, dock pay from them personally."

"We can't actually do that..."

"Well find some sort of punishment. You won't let me take limbs from them. Find something they like."

Darwin was out patroling the neighbor hood when the call came over his radio. Running across the nearny roof tops. And grapping on to mighty avengers tower
His hand gripped the same spot and again grappled to the floors up top. Landing on the balcony with a thud Standing he walked in the room taking the horned mask off

" what cha need boss man?"

He personally wasent exactly thrilled with the direction of the mighty avengers but he was quite so he wouldent cause friction.

((OOC: For Plot purposes only. Ignore in Post order.))

Location: S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters

One Mighty Avenger, the only female on their roster, would notably be missing from this meeting. S.H.I.E.L.D was most likely keeping the altercation involving their agents and Tigra at the local gym under wraps for the time being and the news coverage either hadn’t started or perhaps there was a temporary ban placed on that as well. Regardless, with the recent events her spot on the team was questionable at the moment.

Her communicator as well as any other team issued device was left with her things at the gym, thus she was on her own when it came to dealing with the consequence of her actions. Sabre Hart, also known as Tigra/Vixen was now M.I.A.

The Super-Skrull was next to arrive. Seeing the open balcony, he quickly shifted to his disguise of Mar-Vell. "Must you leave that open? I dislike this form, and don't intend to spend all my time hiding as a d'ast Kree." He was a difficult teammate, and had an inkling that he was. Kl`rt had risen through the ranks of the Armada quickly, and usually placed in command of his own team, rather than working as part of one.

The smell of bourbon was on his breath, and he made no effort to disguise it. He had acquired a taste for the human drink, and often thought that the one thing the Earthers got right was consumables. For a race of shapeshifters, Skrull cuisine was a boring affair.

"I suppose we have to wait for the others?"

The God of Funerals was enjoying a favorite pass-time of his, wandering through cemetaries and talking to the dead that rested within, when he heard the call."Well then, Ms. Webster, I must leave you," he told the spirit of one Miss Leona Webster, an elderly woman in her 80s when she died the previous decade."Take care, Mister Anpu. I hope you and your family reconsile," the sweet old lady said as her phantom sank into the ground. The pale man stood and vanished in a swirl of sand."Me too, Ms. Webster. Me too..."

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Seconds later, he stood not too far behind the Skrull known as Kl'rt and walked past him towards Ares. As he moved, the pale man in black melted away and became the Embalmer, Anubis."I must say, it has been awhile since we've gathered. Has something happened?" Anubis hoped this was nothing trivial. He looked to the human he knew as Darwin and a sort of grin crossed his fierce visage."My good man, your kind invented floating boxes that can bring you here with no physical exertion on your part except straining to push a button," he said with green fire in his eyes."Glad to see some men are still men and take the side of the building still." Anubis made a note to watch the human more.

Now, back to the matter at hand. Maybe Shuma-Gorath had returned? Or was some mad fool attacking? Whatever it was, he hoped they could get on with it all.

A meeting, this would be interesting, especially after his absence for a while. Scaling buildings wasn't hard for the wall-crawler and swinging from them was even easier. Making his way to the tower, Venom was in full ensemble and ready to see what was in store for the group. After reaching the building, he noticed he was only about half-way up to the meeting. Now came the fun part.

Back-flips and shenanigans all the way up the side of the building. Venom made his way to the platform everyone else was gathering on but without using the ground to enter. Pulling his body over the railing, Venom launched onto the ceiling and crawled inside. Looking for an empty chair he found one not too far from Ares.

Letting a bead of web connect to the roof, Venom slowly lowered himself down into the chair and made himself comfortable. Looking around Venom noticed some new faces but refrained from saying anything to the group, just focusing on Ares.

"We are here," Venom said as the suit began to retract into regular clothing. Eddie Brock sat there and looked at Ares, "I'm here, I mean I'm here."

Now that she was residing at the Avengers Tower instead of with Neko the wish granting mortal didn't take long to get to the meeting that was called. It was mainly for the Mighty Avengers but she was asked to attend as the meeting would also involve how H.A.M.M.E.R was going to respond to the whole SHRA. Moonchild had went ahead and registered herself so that she wasn't contradicting what she stood for as an agent of H.A.M.M.E.R.

The threat of pay being docked didn't phase the brunette too much, yet to be late would be uncalled for and so she arrived right on time. Nodding quickly to the others Moon took a seat keeping true to the quiet nature of her personality but also out of respect for the God of War. Such a warrior deserved silent obedience.

(OOC: Apologies for being late, didn't realize Moon was invited)

It seemed as though everyone had arrived. Save for Tigra, of course. Her absence was noted by both Hand and Ares, and while it worried the former, it didn't visibly phase the latter. He'd deal with her soon enough. "The first issue. These 'registration acts'. Mutant and Superhuman alike. We have no mutants on this team, so the former is of no concern to us. This SHRA however doesn't sit well with me." Over half the team wasn't even from this planet. Two of them weren't even from this plane of existence and Brocks abilities came from his symbiote. The boxer didn't even fit the proper definition of Superhuman. "Whether you oppose it or not, I expect you all to uphold your oaths. You were admitted to this group on the basis of protecting those that couldn't do it for themselves. Let Stark and his ilk parade about arresting this country's icons. Until a time as they come in to conflict with us, Rogers isn't worth our attention." It seemed fair. After all, Rogers wasn't the one that had blown Stamford to hell.

"This MRA however seems to have militarized mutants across the globe. As our pact with the Genoshan government to deport any mutants acting outside the law to their borders still stands, a simple rule. If they want to wear the bracelet, let them. If they don't, their Lensherrs problem to deal with. The Senator is another matter entirely. Kerrigan will eventually come under fire, and when she does, keep her alive. From what I've seen of her, she's a $#^%$ through and through, but if she steps over her bounds, she'll rot in some gulag.

However, we have several targets. On American soil currently resides Edwin Goldman. Mutant shape shifter, former SHIELD agent, fancies himself some sort of white knight. Along with that, I want surveillance on another SHIELD agent, Jacob Mitchell. Something having to do with shadows. It tends to change weekly, but I want eyes on him. From what I can tell, he's Goldmans $#^%$.

Mr. Brock. Yourself and Mr. Gage will be tracking the next target. Her real name is Mary Walker, codenamed Typhoid Mary. A penchant for fire balls and apparently a rather well known actress and model.

The last is an unknown. Security cameras picked up her face in Mutant Town, and we've tracked her through the IRS and DMV databases. Her name is Pepper Monaghan. Twenty two year old female, unknown abilities, but she's connected to Goldman. Tracking him is irrelevant. He'll bounce through under I.D.'s before we can shut them all down. Prime targets are Mart and this girl, secondary target is Mitchell. I want to know everything about them. Who they're dating, if they have living family, if they have pets, what they use their credit cards for. I want to know if they've been looking at porn on work computers. Understood?"

“I am familiar with mary, she and I have met before” he looked toward the symbiote and brock and nodded getting confortable in the chair, this was certainly an odd bunch and he wasen’t at all thrilled with some of the people in this room.
The absence of vixen bugged him greatly were the mighty avengers going to let her rot in a shield prison she was at a gym when the whole situation went down, word travels quick through the grapevine of the new yorks fight sport scene
He sniffed a moment and looked around the room at the others

"Registration seems like the best idea for the humans. They're dangerously unpredictable." The Skrull had made his feelings about mutants and superhumans more than clear since joining the team. He had no issue with them as individuals, but believed they should serve their people.

He snorted at the idea of a human shapeshifter. "Why don't we just go in and kill them all? We are the authority here, yes?" In the Empire rebels and dissidents were simply hunted down and killed.

"Let me guess. Surveillance for me? Which one am I to watch?" It was the shapeshifter's dilemma, to be powerful yet more useful skulking in the shadows. He dismissed the woman after being told that Venom and Gorilla would watch her. She was a footnote anyway, barely worth a mention.

"The golden skinned one should be easy to find. The shapeshifter might prove difficult. And the SHIELD agent will mean infiltrating them." He looked closely at Mitchell's file. "This one, and the other woman," he said, meaning Mary, "actually, all of them. They were the ones you encountered? Let us kill them and be done with it! Or do our superiors require a show trial to establish their guilt first?"

Oh great. So this had something to do with the mutants...

The God of Funerals had immense issue with the mutant race, mainly because some dared to cross over into his realm of power, and partially because ONE, only ONE of their kind laid waste to his people's sphere of influence long ago. The monster known as En Sabah Nur caused him much... struggle. So much death, so little time. Disasters made the lines long enough... A moving, sentient, decidedly vicious disaster area made things annoyingly bothersomw. And yet... Horus, his king, and even Osiris, his father, both rulers over the Embalmer, had ordered him not to interfer with the affair.

And now, millions of the odd people wandered the world. It worried him, but he couldn't really do anything at all. And now, Ares was dragging them into a fight he really would like to avoid. The MRA and SHRA were controversial, annoying, and idiotic enough... Anubis did not want to be part of a downward spiral."No," he said, taking a seat, and assuming the form of the pale man in black again. No need for his godly form at the moment."No killing, or on my father's holy, empty tomb, I will raise them again." He looked at the Skrull as he spoke."You are not from here and I am familiar with your people. Killing these individuals is dumber than actually getting involved with this lost cause in the first place. Unless you feel like hunting and killing every individual with an X-Gene, and fighting me to do so, I suggest you do as Ares asks and apprehend them instead."

"As for myself... I will not be helping. These people are... bothersome and futile to deal with. Plus, I think I am still under orders from my personal superiors to avoid conflict with mutants. I have not dealt with a mutant for many ages, but if my king has not said otherwise, I assume that I am still expected to do nothing different." Looking at Ares, the pale form of Anubis smiled, but the green eyes were cold."No offense to our leader, but I will not help clean up a mess you made worse, Ares. Goldman and his allies are your problem."

So, Ares had laid out what he required of everyone and Brock nodded in acknowledgement of his assigned partner and objective. He was ready, if they were 'good' guys then why were planning assassinations? It didn't really matter to Venom, he got to supervise heroes and if they stepped out of line he'd be there to force them back into place. If they didn't comply, well he had the means to make them comply.

Eddie remained silent as Ares finished giving out his orders. He was still silent as Darwin spoke, as far as Eddie knew he was nothing more than your average human but if Ares paired them together then there was a reason. Eddie smiled at Kl'rt's idea, it was by-far the best he had heard but he held his opinions to himself. This was no time for light conversation but more or less for Ares to let them know what was going on and what they would be doing. Anubis' comment however did not sit easy with the two. Eddie knew who he was from a mythological point of view but not from a he's sitting right over there point of view. He was now nothing more than a god in a man's shell and the words he barked at the group was a clear sign of insubordination. Before Eddie could even think about it the symbiote engulfed his body as he launched from his seat and was before Anubis. His tongue extending and licking the air around the man.

"We are a team, under Ares' commands. We do not openly kill or destroy for gain or manipulation in manners such as these. What we do is uphold justice, the law," Venom hissed. If they were paying close enough attention they would see his fangs beginning to extend. He kept his gaze on Anubis as he finished, "We do so with whatever means necessary. If they comply to our requests then they stand trail for the punishments and possible incarceration. If they choose to be rebellious and continue their acts then we are here to stop them; permanently, if you interfere then that makes you the enemy," Venom spoke as he inched closer to Anubis.

"We've never tasted god before," Venom hissed as he looked the man over.

"As I am one of the unknown faces here I could go in under cover to gain the trust of the yellow girl once we find her. She may even lead me to Goldman." Though she would need a different alias to go in under as Dune Gmork was one that her dear friend knew of and that H.A.M.M.E.R would have on file as well as the name Moonchild. Yet a nickname or codename was easy enough to make up as well as a first and last name but perhaps to gain trust instead of being an unknown she could have DMV records and such under a new alias.

Moon figured her stand as a mortal could help her gain the yellow girl's trust as well as having wish based abilities.

"Yet I do agree that they should not be killed. Our orders as the God of War, the greatest warrior of all, has said are to track these people not to kill them. Find out everything we can about their lives and give that information to him." Moon's tone was very stern as her green eyes stared directly at the Skrull.

The way the symbiote was acting did not agree with her yet it was not her place to correct him, it was up to Ares to do so if he choose to.

He didn't respond to Venom or Anubis verbally. Instead, he brought a single fist down on the table, the sound reverberating around the room as all he surveyed fell silent. "When last I checked, it was Ares, God of War, not a death deity or a fleshling in a space faring parasite that commanded this team. You would both do well to remember your place." Venom wasn't wrong. They were under his command. Anubis held no sway over his decisions any more than Venom could convince the war god to let Brock dig in to his flesh.

"For now Skrull, we survey them. When we find him, you will be the one tasked with reigning in Goldman. IF" he punctuated, eyes resting on the Egyptian "Things come to a point where lethal force is a necessity, then it will be employed. Those of you that are opposed to the idea know where the door is. However, if you attempt to interfere with this investigation, god of Jackals, I will deport you back to the Heliopolis and your kin. As it were, any interaction with them on your part would defy their decree.

Don't think you won't have work though. The Red Skull formerly a key member of the Nazi party has apparently reorganized HYDRA. SHIELD has tried and failed to reign them in time and time again. This time, SHIELD Seems to be more occupied with Captain America than getting any real work done. Find them, find out what you can, if they enact conflict, show them what hell really is. Bring me heads on pikes and all those frivolities. Have I been clear?"

"perfectly , fallow mary with brock, and while we are at it if we spot hydra bust some skulls" he looked around the room at the people in it nodding to anubis
"loud and clear boss man." he sat back and the chair and listened to the next person to talk.