Arise o Youth, Destiny is Yours (No SV, Welcome to the MCU)

Escape And Process:

You allowed yourself to feel not unlike all the other things that were going wrong. But you did not feel anger. You didn't want to lose control of yourself, and allow yourself to feel anything more than your absolute best.

So you took a breath, gathered your thoughts, and put up your mental shields to get ahead of whatever power might be used against you. Now you did not know if there was a psychic, nor did you know anything about this entire situation you were in.

However, you had to play a part. "Well, sadly, Mr. Shaw. I think it's best that I" You pointed at yourself with a playful grin, something that infuriated the man who was in front of you to no end, even as you realized he was holding several cards. "Call this off."

You saw their eyes widen in surprise as you relaxed slightly. Good, you had them caught off guard. Good, meaning they had brought you here under your own power. Or under Abbadon's power.

Shaw seemed to snort, wiping his face as a confused, bemused look rose on his face. "Call it off? After all these negotiations? You just walk away?"

You laughed. "To put it bluntly Shaw? I've recently just got my body back from an....escapade. From a self-proclaimed god. As such, I'll be taking my leave now so I can regain my bearings, make sure my friends and family are alright, and possibly forget this event in our lives would be… forgotten."

You looked down at the contract and saw just how blatant it was. All your stocks, basically total ownership, your patents, your intellectual property all to one man. For ten billion dollars.

To be honest, if you were stupid and just wanted to retire, you would have taken it. But something told you that things would be interesting, and you wanted to remain in the Game. After all, you were quiet and sure that things were going to get done.

Yet even as you relaxed, you prepared to battle and just took a breath. You were waiting for them to respond. Either to get this battle over with or to just let you go.

Shaw had a smile on his face. "This is not over."

You stood up straight and looked at his compatriots, most importantly, the blonde woman. "Well, I think it is, so goodbye."

Mental Defense: D100 => 92+50=142 vs D100 => 11+100-40=61

There was a knocking on your skull, but instead of letting it in, you shut it out, causing the Blonde to double over, gripping her skull as she screamed in pain. She saw your shield… the Memory of Dachau as fresh as the day you stepped out of that cattle car, into that maw of hell, that consumed so many.

"What the hell are you?" She blurted as you rolled up your sleeve, getting ready to use your fists, and not be so constrained with them.

Shaw's smile dropped. "New Trick?"

"You'd be surprised what one can learn with a friend to help him see what is there?" You replied as you looked at the blonde. "Like what you saw my dear? Got a thousand more images of that, just like that. Just for you."

Shaw then saw your arm. The Number, before laughing. "So it is you… I thought that bullet killed you?"

"You're a terrible shot, Shaw." You replied as you finally noticed a way out. The only way out, back into whatever this place was. You saw it, and you were going to take it. "And it seems God wanted me to live, to stop you."

Shaw clicked his teeth. "Don't hide behind tricks of fate Heinrich. It's unbecoming of you." He wanted to take control.

You were not going to let him. "Tell me, Shaw? How does it feel, knowing that you lost?"

Shaw's face twitched. "Not as good as killing you would be-"

But before he could finish, you dove through the door, wood splintering, as you rolled through the door. You had time, not much, but time.

You scanned the room and looked for anything that would have helped you.

Scanning:D100 => 90

Or you could see the obvious person in the booth, in her underwear, holding onto a table.

"Shit." She swore, covering herself for a brief moment before realizing where she was.

"Shit!" You swore, before looking back. "Get me out of here." You ordered as you dove into the booth, as the thing turned, you saw bright lights and dark colors.

You were in a nightclub.

"Who the hell are you?" She swore as you stood up, and grabbed her hand, dragging her with you as you scanned around the room.

"Do you know the building? Where am I?" You demanded.

"Las Vegas." She replied before she realized what was going on. "Wait… you're-"

"Get me out of here, and I will tell you everything." You demanded before the woman reversed the grip, holding your own wrist, and dragged you.

"I plan to." She said as she led you through the dancing crowds and drinking patrons.

Your eyes were not used to the dark, but you could hear that the booth was turning behind you, and there were people following you. "We're lucky, I thought that Red Devil was going to be here, but he wasn't. Good. We don't have to worry about being brought back."

"I know some of them, but I have no idea who they all were." You stated. "Shaw… he wanted my company."

"Yeah, we know, industrial espionage, insider trading, no one likes someone who can change the market, so that's what he does." She said as you finally reached the front door. "Who the hell are you?"

"Will you kill me if I don't?" You asked.

"I will make your life very uncomfortable. If you don't answer my question." She replied with certainty.

"Heinrich Oster." You stated.

That made the woman look horrified. "Oh god… Oh, fuck." She then looked at the van that was pulling up. "Listen to me, do you have a memory of your whereabouts… for the last two months?"

"No." You replied. Then it dawned on you. "Wait, two months?!"

She rolled her eyes. "God, nothing gets past you."

"Forgive me if I was fighting Satan in my head." You quipped as you realized you were being pushed in. "CIA?" You asked.

"SHIELD." She replied before she shook her head. "Listen, I know you seem to be out of it, but why were you there?"

You nodded your head.

"Oh darn it." She then looked at the clock. "We don't have much time. You're my ticket to getting my bosses to listen to me."

You were in a spy game. "Dammit, who are you?" You asked.

"Moira McTaggart." She replied. "So sit tight Mister Oster, we're in for a long drive."

Where did you drive to:

[]Washington DC: So, it seems you are going from one mess to another. Thank god that the German Government didn't revoke your Ambassador Status. Even if you were no longer in china.

[]New York: So… you are looking at an old soldier in the bad. "Who are we waiting for exactly?"

[]Pennslyvania?: Charles' Mansion? Wait, Charles was supposed to be in England right now, publishing his papers… why would we come here?

[]Undislosed Location, Virginia: You looked at the young man with glasses. "Oh… My God, Mister Oster… My name is Hank… Hank Mccoy."

AN: enjoy.