Author: Dr. TechnoBabel PM
A look at what would happen if the universes converged on each other during the most turbulent time in Marvel history, as well as the long-term ramifications.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Humor - Chapters: 8 - Words: 16,905 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 13 - Updated: 10-30-12 - Published: 02-17-12 - id: 7843742
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[Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first fanfic on this site, and as such it's going to have a rather unconventional format. These will be a series of one-shots that, while all connected by the world they take place in and an overarching story in the background, will focus on different characters and situations that arise as a consequence of what happens when these worlds merged. However, a prologue is needed to kick things off, and as such, the first two or three will take place a few years before the rest of the stories will, unless I decide to keep them all in this time, which might be a possibility. I'll also try to alternate between a Marvel and a Capcom POV, but again, that might change as we get further along. Anyways, hope you enjoy the series!]
Civil War. That was the name given to the conflict that now plagued the superhero community. Ever since the Superhuman Registration act came into effect, there had been conflict between those agreeing with the idea that those with great power needed a little more supervision than normal people, and those who thought that the act was just the first step in restricting those with special abilities. And two of the world's mightiest heroes, Iron Man and Captain America, were the ones leading the charge. Once friends, this disagreement had lead them to be generals in a war that neither wanted, but both saw as necessary. However, an unknown force chose this time of turmoil to instigate what everyone would later call 'The Merge', forever changing what would come.
"Your future hinges upon this fight!"
Chris Redfield barely had time to react before he was sent flying through a stone wall. The sheer force of Wesker's kick would have been enough to break the bones of most men. But Chris Redfield was not most men. True, he had no special abilities, but he HAD spent more than enough time at the gym, training for this confrontation. But he did not think it would end up like this. Hell, he didn't think Wesker was even still alive. But he was, and he had Jill working for him now. He wished he had time to figure out what was going on, but Wesker was already closing the distance. He had to think fast.
He stood up, and realized that Wesker had kicked him right into a secret passageway hidden behind the wall. Wasting little time, he got up and shot Wesker. He knew that Wesker would dodge it, as he had through most of the fight, but it gave him the split-second he needed to run down the hall and lose his pursuer in the darkness. He radioed his partner Sheva, "We'll never win like this! Time to change tactics!"
"Run and hide?" she responded almost immediately. Chris could tell by her voice that she was already thinking the same thing. He heard Wesker taunt him in the background, but he ignored it. If Wesker wanted a fight, he'd have to find Chris first.
Albert Wesker walked out into the center chamber of the ruin, his eyes scanning the area for signs of his prey. Up on the alcove above, he saw his new toy eagerly keeping Chris' new partner occupied, as he had ordered her to. Despite the delicious irony of having Jill be the one to kill her former partner, Wesker couldn't help but use this chance to kill Chris himself. He made it personal many years ago, after all.
Suddenly, he caught it in his vision. A shadowy figure flitted across the wall underneath one of the balconies. He wouldn't have even noticed if not for his enhanced eyesight, another benefit of the virus now coursing through his veins. Found you, he thought, and charged at the figure with superhuman speed. He predicted that he could crush Chris' skull within seven seconds.
What he did not predict, however, was the figure fighting back, and managing to actually dodge the blow and strike back with amazing force. For once, Wesker was the one sent flying backwards into the main chamber. He managed to catch himself as he fell, landing on his feet, but the assailant charged again. Wesker attempted to slam his palm into the man's sternum, but his opponent parried the arm away before punching Wesker in the face and sending him sprawling to the floor.
Wesker got up, and started to back off. His opponent had the element of surprise, and more importantly, was actually managing to outmaneuver him in hand-to-hand combat. While any other day he would love to spend time fighting someone who could actually challenge him, he knew that doing so would eat away what time he had left. He glared back up at Jill, who had actually managed to pin Sheva to a wall, and yelled, "Ignore her! Take care of our new arrival!"
Chris came out through one of the side passages onto the balcony overlooking the main room. He had been preparing to sneak up and attack Jill, but when he heard Wesker shouting, he glanced down at him. Wesker was actually starting to run away from something, and it took Chris a minute to realize what he was looking at. It looked like a man, but his choice of attire seemed… very odd, to say the least. He was covered from head to toe in a completely black suit, which made him even harder to see. However, Chris could make out two tiny protrusions on the top of his head that reminded him of cat ears. Come to think of it, the way this man gracefully pursued his target reminded Chris of a great cat on the hunt.
His thoughts were interrupted by Jill, who let out an animalistic scream and leap from the balcony onto the man. The man turned and managed to catch Jill in midair, but she managed to twist her legs around his neck as they crashed to the floor. As the two struggled on the ground, Chris caught a glimpse of Wesker retreating out the exit of the ruin. By now, Sheva had gotten up from the ground, and walked up to him, "What's going on?" she said, looking over the balcony at the fight below.
"Not sure," Chris replied, "But whoever that guy is, he probably just saved our lives."
Chris and Sheva ran down the stairs as Jill went flying across the room, slamming into one of the pillars nearby. The man in black got up, and with a speed that was closer to Wesker's than his own, charged forward and slammed his fist into her stomach, beginning a relentless assault on the woman now beneath him.
It was then that Chris noticed it. Under the blue jumpsuit that Jill was wearing, Chris saw a faint, pulsating red oval starting to appear. He then knew why Jill had fought him. Without thinking, Chris ran up and grabbed the man by the shoulder. "That's enough!" he yelled, and attempted to yank him off Jill.
The man turned his head so that Chris could see his face, and he noticed that his eyes had a yellow covering over them, giving him an even more frightening appearance. He immediately turned his gaze to Jill. She was unconscious and bleeding, but alive. He turned back to the man, who had let go of Jill. He spoke to Chris in a heavy African accent, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"BSAA Agent Chris Redfield," he replied, "This is Sheva Alomar, my partner. We're here investigating a bioterrorist named Albert Wesker, who you had just driven away."
"Bioterrorist?" the man said with indignation, "If he was a big enough threat to warrant an arrival by agents of an organization that I have never even heard of until just now, then I would have been told." He grabbed Chris by the neck, "Do not take me for a fool, Chris Redfield. Intruders in Wakanda are dealt with harshly, and lying to the Black Panther does not help your case."
Sheva was confused. Black Panther? Wakanda? What was he talking about? She had lived in the area most of her life, and had never even heard of these places. By now, Sheva had also noticed the glowing on Jill's just, and had an idea on how to prove themselves to this… well, madman was the first term that came to mind. "If you want proof," she said, "take a look under that girl's jumpsuit. I think she's being mind-controlled by something."
The man stared at Chris for a long moment before dropping him into the ground and unzipping Jill's suit. They all saw an oval machine that looked almost like a large ruby with silver spider legs attached to Jill's chest. The Panther examined the device, and then spoke up, "I see. I think our scientists back in the city can get it off of her. If it does what you say it does, I might start believing you." He turned to them, "But that does not change the fact that you two are in my country illegally on a false authority. And even if you weren't, this is a restricted area to all outsiders."
Soldiers carrying large spears of a type that neither Chris nor Sheva had ever seen before entered, swarming the room. Chris and Shiva looked at each other. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn't good, and resisting would only make things worse. They surrendered their weapons as the Black Panther gave them a stern glare, "As the ruler of Wakanda and head of the Panther Tribe, you three are under arrest until further notice." He picked up Jill bridal-style, "Take them to the holding cells. I need to take this one to the medical labs. And put out an APB on one Albert Wesker. I want him found and interrogated about this whole mess."
Chris kept his eyes on Jill as he was being lead out of the ruins by force. He had just been reunited with her, found out Wesker was alive, and now he was under arrest for a crime he did not commit by a nation he had never heard of. This was going to be a weird day.