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Fantastic Five: The Wedding

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OOC: 1 Apr 2007 is when this whole thing started. But he did propose 20 Apr 2008. Yeesh. Time flies.
But finally,they're getting married.

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Fantastic Five: The Wedding

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos.

That was the current state of the Cascade Building in downtown Metropolis. They had sent out the invitations, created the Facebook group, and made sure that everyone knew of what was going on. Paul had unintentionally added a caveat that everyone who was invited could bring friends, so the Fantastic Five had no idea how many people were actually going to show up to the wedding. That was not going to stop the smartest family on the planet however. Carly had already created a systematic process of creating pizzas at a faster rate. Knubbly had used his connections at Tommy’s to get their pizza makers into the Cascade Building and they were manning the machines.

Ben had turned the hall into quite a display, using Carly’s super speed to help him. Which left the bride and groom to do nothing but keep to themselves for the day, the plan all along.

But now, there was chaos. For everything had come undone by the sheer fact that the planned caterers and the planned decorators had found out and had simply surmised, due to an initial mistake in the planning process, that the wedding had only been moved up. They were unloading all of their things and getting ready to set up and Knubbly was besides himself, trying to compare his one hundred and seventeen different pizza combinations to the caterer’s carefully selected multiple course menu.

Suffice to say, he was clearly not in favor of the caterer’s chef’s palate.

Emma walked into the room, and saw everything that was going on, and closed her eyes, trying to breathe.

After all, it was her wedding.

“It’ll be fine.” Rebecca Nolan, Ben’s girlfriend said, coming up to her. “You should really get back to the Cascade Building, and we’ll figure all of this out.” She said.

“I know, I know. I…know.” Emma said. But the control freak inside of her just couldn’t let it go. She walked, in jeans, a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket, with her make up done and her hair done, towards Knubbly and Ben, and she walked with purpose.

“Oh shit.” Ben said as Knubbly audibly gulped.

Carly appeared in front of her sister. “Sis, it’ll be okay.” She said. “I’ll take care of the knuckleheads.” She said.

“I want a word.” Emma replied.

“I’m right here.”

“Not…with you.” Emma said and then pointed over Carly’s shoulder, looking past her. The anger in her eyes was evident.

Knubbly’s eyes widened and he mock pointed at Ben, and she shook her head. Slowly, very slowly, he turned his finger towards himself and she nodded. He visibly deflated and started walking towards her, his head and tail low. She picked him up and held him in front of her.

“Knubblechen Prime, do you know what today is?” She asked.

“It is your wedding day, Emma Stevens of the Cascade Building and the Fantastic Five, very soon to be married to Paul Matthews of the Cascade Building and the Fantastic Five, very soon to be married to Emma Stevens of the-“

“Exactly.” She said, cutting him off by putting a hand over his mouth. “Today is a very important day. I met Paul Matthews when I was in my undergrad of college. His brother’s car was dying and he was trying to fix it and I fell in love with him. I dated his jerk off of a brother for years because Paul was too slow to make the move. Finally he did, and finally he asked me to marry him. I’ve waited a long, long time for this day. when we met you, you asked me to love you, feed you, and never leave you. We have done that.” She said.

He nodded.

“Now, I’m asking you, for once, to behave properly, because I’m asking you to do so. Can you do that?” She asked.

He nodded again.

“Good. Because I do love you, Knubbly. You’re my little Knubbly, and I’m very happy that you’re here for my wedding. But, by God, you better behave yourself, or I will tan your backside. Play nice with the caterers, and make this place look immaculate, you hear me, Knubbly?” Emma asked, her eyes narrowing.

“Yes, Emma.” He said.

“I’m placing you in charge of all of this. Your decision is final.” She said, ignoring the change in Ben’s face and the strangled noises that came from her sister, who over planned things, and from Rebecca, who knew Knubbly’s mischevious side.” Emma looked away and figured it was worth it to push her luck. “And you will give Paul his rubber ducky back.”

“That is asking too much!” Knubbly said, indignant, but he smiled. “For you, though, I will do it.” He said, and put his arms around her neck and hugged her. “Now, Emma Stevens, soon to be Matthews, you must depart from these lands. I must weave my magic and you cannot be seen by a soul. The guests will be arriving soon.” He said, and snapped his fingers.

She disappeared, teleported back to her room in the Cascade Building.

“You really need to tell me how you do things.” Carly said.

“I am the Knubbly.” He replied. “And we have a wedding to put together. Wedding Team….Assemble.”

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The man with the blue fur walked into the hall, looking around as he adjusted the circular wire rim spectacles that he wore. Dr. Shane Grammer smiled as he saw Carly. He walked over towards her. “Carly Stevens, I must say, that this place looks magnificent.” Shane said. “Quite fitting for a wedding, indeed.” He said.

“Shane, it’s great to see you, I’m glad that you could make it.” Carly said, looking up at the furred man. “I can’t take a lot of the credit though, all of it was to go to Knubbly.” She said. “Is any one else from Massachusetts’ Academy going to be able to make it to the wedding?” Carly asked.

“Maybe Benjmain, but I doubt that Alessandra or anyone else would be able to step away from the school. Vincent is actually overseas as it is, back home in England.” He said. “I should much like to talk with Knubbly, it has been some time since last I had the chance to speak with him.” He said.

“He’s around. But let me show you to the seating.” She said.
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The limo pulled up to the side of the building where the Fantastic’s wedding was to take place. The driver stepped out and walked over to one of the doors towards the back, opening it and stepping to the side for the passenger. A long leg came outwards, and a dress slid off her leg, riding upwards slightly as she exited the vehicle. Amanda Stafford looked at the driver and nodded her thanks. Walking forward, she held her clutch as she navigated the growing influx of incoming guests to the wedding. It wasn’t a long drive from LexCorp headquarters to the building, but Croft had wanted her to take the limo.

He did like appearances and the power behind them. She respected them as well. Walking into the venue, she moved through the crowd until she found a decent seat. Leaving room for Damien, Amanda wasn’t sure if he would be joining them. He had received the invitation, as a fellow member of Metropolis’ society and as a businessman who had some dealings with Fantastic Research Inc.

It didn’t mean that he would show up though. The man was very busy running LexCorp.
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“I’m nervous.” Paul said, looking at his reflection in the mirror. “I’m so very nervous.” He said to himself. He felt as if he had justified grounds for being nervous. After all, he was going to be married in a few hours, and it was scaring the life out of him. This was a big day, the biggest of his life. His entire life was going to change. Yes, he had been living with Emma for some time, but this was going to bind them to each other. Bind them in a far more intimate way.

The doors opened to the bathroom and he turned to see Benjamin Storm walking in. Ben did a little wave and then turned, pointing downwards. Knubbly walked into the bathroom, dressed in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. He carried a small box that was decorated in wedding gift regalia. Walking up to Paul, he held it up.

“This is your wedding gift.”

“Is it a pizza cutter?” Paul asked. “Because that’s what you gave me for my birthday and I feel like it was more a gift to you, from you, disguised as a gift for me.” He said, frowning.

“No, no, it is a gift for you.” Knubbly said. “Though…one can’t deny that the pizza cutter benefited you as well.”

“Uh huh.” Paul said and took the lid off of the box. Laughing, he reached into the box and removed a small, slightly chewed, yellow rubber duck. “You know, this is perfect.” He said, holding the rubber duck up and inspecting it as he turned it around in the light from the fixture above the mirror. “I didn’t think you’d kept this.” He added.

“Of course I did.” Knubbly said, and slowly floated up into the air and patted Paul on the head. “You have every right to be nervous, Paul Matthews of the Cascade Building.” The little alien creature said. “But you have no reason to fear. In my humble and honest fact stating way, you have made the right decision in spouse.”

He nodded and placed the rubber duck on the sink. His eyes drifted back to the mirror and he looked at himself once more. “I know that I’m making the right choice. I’m not sure if I’m the right choice for Emma. What if she realizes she’s making a big mistake and calls this whole thing off?” Paul asked and Knubbly shook his head.

“You and she are each other’s Kno’ervaster.” He said. “I told Emma this the last time that we saw your brother.” Knubbly said. “She has known that you two are each other’s Kno’ervaster for some time.” He added and when he saw the look of confusion on Paul’s face, he explained. “It means ‘soulmate’ in my language.”

Paul smiled at that, and then looked at himself in the mirror. He straightened his suit jacket. “That does make me feel better. But I don’t know how you know that about us. I know, you’re going to say ‘Trust in the Knubbly’.” He said and Knubbly nodded sagely. “Putting my entire wedding day in your little paws.” He said.

“That is not the first time that that’s happened today.” Benjamin said, from the doorway. “I’m not joking either. You don’t want to know.”

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The car pulled away from the curb after it's passenger had climbed out. Though he had been invited along with a plus one he had opted not to ask anyone. Besides, the only woman he knew well enough to ask was his ex-fiance and he wasn't really sure how that would play out. He tapped his walking stick in front of him and made his way to the front entrance where a very nice doorman held the door open for him. Despite being blind he was a snappy dresser and looked very handsome in his black suit. He used his radar sense to look around the building, easily seeing more than most people ever could with their sight. He could tell the woman that was now taking him to his seat was considered rather attractive. He also knew by the scent of her pheromones and the pace of her heart that she found him desirable. He smiled slightly at the thought as he took his seat.

The man next to him reached out to shake his own, "Hello! I'm Hank Emerson and this is Malorie Thompson."

Malorie waved and nodded at him as he embraced Hank's gesture, "Nathan Graham. How do you know the happy couple?"
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Shane looked around the large hall that they were in. It was a beautifully decorated building, and it looked as though a lot of time and effort had gone into making it just so. Turning down, he saw a small animal, of a species that he had never seen before. The little thing was dressed in a tuxedo and was staring up at him.

“May, I help you?” He asked.

“You are Dr. Shane Grammer of Massachusetts’ Academy, published through New York University and a leading world expert on mutation, genetics, chemistry, biology, philosophy, literature, and from what I understand, keyboard musicianship.”

“Yes. I have found that the last accomplishment is one that I am often the most proud of.” Shane said, with a small smile. “After all, as Plato once said, ‘Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.’ I find myself agreeing with him wholeheartedly. I'm afraid that I don't know who you are, though. Your name is?"

“I am Knubblechen Prime, published through the Internet, and a leading expert on the results of various types of cheese when applied to pizza with additional experimentations on the types of ovens, including nuclear reactor ovens.” Knubbly said. A monocle appeared over one of his eye. “Perhaps you’ve read my work.”

“I’m…I’m afraid to say I haven’t.” Shane said, not sure if Knubbly was serious or not.

“Ah yes. Well, since the ceremony isn’t to begin for a short while,” Knubbly said, and reached into his pocket to pull out a packet of papers, folded into a small square, “perhaps you may rectify this error of yours.” He said, and handed it to Shane.

As Shane started to unfold the papers, unsure how he was going to read it, the papers started to increase, not just in size, but in depth as well. Soon, he was holding a standard book size grouping of paper, but it looked like it consisted of over a thousand pages. He looked at Knubbly.

“My research is thorough.” Knubbly said. “Good day, Dr. Grammer. It is always wonderful to meet a fellow academic of true sciences.” He said, and then turned to leave. “I am needed with the florists.” He added before walking off.

“That was strange.” Shane said to himself, sitting back down. “And that’s coming from a six foot man weighing over four hundred pounds covered in blue fur sharing genetic traits with an ape. So it’s going to be that kind of wedding.”
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The Lexus Limo rolled to a clean stop in front of the cathedral and the neatly dressed driver stepped out and opened the door for Damien Croft. He nodded a thanks to the driver, who turned around without a pause and re-entered the car and drove off.

Damien straightened his expensive suit jacket and entered the building without being asked by the doormen present, his face one of the most recognizable in the city of Metropolis. Damien still shook hands and smiled to each and every person that welcomed him, even those who merely wanted a photo op shaking hands with arguably one of the most powerful men in the world.

"Sorry I'm late my Dear." Damien stated as he stepped up behind Amanda and putting his hands gently on her shoulders. "I apologize for you to have arrived alone, one can only imagine how embarrassing it must appear. But some late developments wouldn't let me accompany you."

Amanda startled by Damien's quiet approach turned, her startled look turning into a broad smile, reached up and took Damien's hand and stood up. Damien placed a gentle kiss on the back of Amanda's hand. The shutters of dozens of paparazzi filled the room with a what sounded like an angry swarm of bees.

"Damnable Leeches..." Damien grumbled as he placed a perfunctory smile on his lips for the cameras.

Suddenly right at the entrance a bluish swirling vortex appeared followed by a window rattling....DOOM!!, with two distinct shapes emerging.

Jason Free stepped out of the vortex first, dressed immaculately in a black suit and tie, and extended his hand to a elegantly dressed woman...who stood at least two feet taller than him, underneath her custom made clothing was an physical form that in the most well-trained Olympian would envy.

Paparazzi cameras swiveled from Croft to the newcomers, with many of them yelling for them to

"Look here, please!"

"Mr. Miracle! Mr. Miracle! Who's your escort today?!?!"

"Escort?! Mother fu...." Tiffany's fists balled up and it was only Jason's gentle hand holding her forearm back.

"Now, now my Love. Don't fall prey to their ignorance." Jason smiled. "Besides, they are merely thunderstruck by your beauty, not to mention the stunning custom made Versace outfit I had custom made for you."

As suddenly as the buzzing of the shutters had begun, the media area suddenly went quiet and all the photographers were looking at their various camera with puzzled looks upon her faces as if the cameras were no longer working properly. So quiet in fact that the soft hum of Christopher Chase's hover chair could easily be heard.

"Problem with your camera's guys?" Christopher smiled to them pausing politely as if to allow them time to fix whatever issues they were having.

"Must be Wayne products." He chuckles as he turned to Diana standing next to him in a stunning Taylor Chin dress that appeared to be made from golden scales. The dress was fashionable short to the mid-thigh, revealing Diana's finely muscled legs, ending in modest 4 inch golden shoes.

"By Hera, you two are like brothers, always sniping at one another." Diana smiled despite her own words. "But I see the truth between you two. A warrior's bond that transcends the barbs that you toss between yourselves."

"Let it never be said that a woman's intuition isn't a finely attuned power...especially yours Diana." Christopher smiled as the two entered into the cathedral.

Meanwhile several feet away. "Eyes front Mister." Tiffany looked down at Jason, so was staring at Diana, his mouth slightly agape..to which, Tiffany reached over and clapped his mouth shut.

Before Jason can protest his innocent ogling, a low toned 'boom' came from somewhere distant. Faintly as first, a sound be discerned, that seemed to be growing louder.

"...yeeeeeeEEEEEE HAAAAWWWWWW!!!"

Soaring towards the cathedral, his mighty hammer Mjolnir held before him, Thor made a streaking arc towards the street in front of the building. Upon his back, Spider-man had his hand attached to the neckline of Thor's armor, his other hand over his head like a rodeo rider. Thor landed with a resounding 'thud' in the street, causing a few of the surrounding windows to rattle, and more than a few to crack, but thankfully not break.

"Hell YEAH!" Spider-man whooped as he jumped off Thor's back. "Let's do that again!! But, we're going to have to work on the landing bit. I don't know what Asgardians use to build their buildings, but we can't have you sending the Richter Scale into a spasm everytime."

"Verily Man-Spider, twas indeed an exciting journey, through this wondrous city thou calls Metropolis. It's shining spires nearly as beautiful as mine own city of Asgard." Thor smiled in return. "I am truly thankful that thou hast volunteered to be my guide here in Midgard, so that I may see it's lands, and learn your customs."

Spider-man waved a shooing hand at Thor. "Think nothing of it Goldilocks. Just think of me as the Cultural Attache between Asgard and Midgard. Now...come on, this should be a awesome shindig. Lots of people to meet and food and drink to consume!"
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“Uh, we know them through stuff?” Malorie asked. “I don’t know, Hank is smart and I’m smart so we’ve talked to them before.” She said. Then she turned to Hank. “How do we know them?” She asked.

He sighed. “Paul Matthews was one of the chairs overseeing vetting the research for one of my papers.” He said. “Carly helped me machine some of the parts for the experiments.” Hank said.

Malorie nodded. “Right. Right. I like Carly.” She said, adjusting her dress. Malorie was very uncomfortable. Dresses weren’t her first choice in attire, even when placed in a social setting where it was expected. She was far more comfortable lounging in leggings or jeans and a t-shirt while watching SportsCenter highlights. So when Hank had shown her the invitations and had told her that this required her to wear a dress, and an actually nice suitable for a wedding dress kind of dress, she had been rather against it.

Still she was here.

She was still mildly annoyed that Hank hadn’t let her walk in to the place with her Metropolis Monarchs hat. That thing was sacred to her. Monarchs over everything.

But anything else that she said fell on deaf ears when it came to Nathan Graham.

He was blind, not deaf, but it was as if he couldn’t hear her or Hank. All because he had heard a voice. Turning his head slightly, as if to catch it, he had to strain slightly to listen over the sound of the people in the place making their small talk before the wedding started.

“It just didn’t seem like the right place for me.” The voice was saying.

The blind man half turned in his seat, but there was too much noise for him to focus on one voice. Not a cacophony of sound, but definitely more than the natural milieu. Nathan concentrated, and his radar sense pinged.

Her vocal folds were beautiful; at least they made beautiful sound. Their physical appearance was immaterial. Oscillating at a slightly above normal rate, it indicated that she was use to talking a lot or at least spoke quickly when she did. The wave length, was a little below the two hundred and ten hertz that was usual for an adult female, indicating a slightly deeper voice, but it was more of smoky haze. It was the right mixture of whisky and mirth. Her voice sounded like a light citrus, with a heavy dash of vanilla, and just enough cinnamon and nutmeg to make you think of Christmas. But almost as if you were walking, hand in hand, with a lover through a forest while the sun set, that smoky scent to it as evening descended upon the world.

Nathan Graham had been cursed with losing his sight, but his other faculties had more than made up for it.

He rose and started walking, his ears piqued with interest.

“So you think coming back to New York will be healthy for you?” Her conversational partner asked.

“I do.” She replied, and he was able to hone in on her, picking her out from amongst the crowd.

He couldn’t see her, not through his radar sense, just yet. But as he got closer, Nathan was more than sure that the vibrations of her vocal cords would be enough to start creating the sonar ping that he needed.

And then there she was.

Nathan stopped near her and then mildly panicked. He had been so dead set on finding the source of the most beautiful voice that he had ever heard, that he hadn’t figured out what he would do, once he found her. Luckily for him, she chose that moment to start walking, with the person she was with.

“Well, if you need help with anything, Holland, just let me know.”

“Of course, Kerry.” Holland Daniels said to Kerry Randall, the Editor in Chief of the Daily Planet, as they found their seats.

He had to learn more about this woman.

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She was often invited to weddings, but that didn’t mean that she often attended. Weddings weren’t really affairs that Samantha Walker enjoyed. It was a constant reminder that she herself was unmarried or in the very least, unattached to anyone else. While she wasn’t the kind of person who defined her existence by being in a relationship, Samantha didn’t like it being thrown in her face. But the Fantastics were like royalty in a way. Definitely the First Family when it came to superheroes. They had been one of the first groups to form Post-Chrell, the first groups to go public with their identities, and the only group to actually consist of family members. You couldn’t turn down a wedding invitation from them.

Samantha was representing both herself and Vanguard at the wedding, though from what she understood, members of the Avengers would be there. Walking through, she was probably the only woman who would wear white to a wedding, intentionally, and get away with it. After all, white was her stock in trade color.

As she walked in, she saw a fellow mutant, Barrington St. Germaine. The CEO of Shaw International, he was also known as the Black King and the leader of the Hellfire Club. Since she was a standing member of the club, through her family, though she never actually attended any of the events, she walked over to him.

“Barrington.” She said.

“Samantha Walker.” The British man said. “And how wonderful it is to see you again, my dear. It has been far too long, since my eyes have caught a glimpse of your beauty.”

“Your eyes should be on the bride, Barrington.” Samantha replied.

“Of course, and they shall be, when she arrives. But until then, they are firmly rooted on the most beautiful woman in the room, until the bride’s arrival of course.”

“Of course.” She said, and eyed the man next to him.

He looked like a caged animal, but a skinny one. Though he was only an inch or two taller than Samantha was, he seemed like he was smaller, shrunken away. “Who is your friend?” She asked.

“The Notorious Donal Kilduff, my personal bodyguard.” Barrington said. “You’d know that if you would finally take me up on my offer and exercise your membership in the Hellfire Club.” He said. “We could use a mind like yours, Samantha.” The British man said, reaching out and cupping her chin. “Trust me, we could.”

“As always, Mr. St. Germaine, I’ll think about it.” She said. Since Burke wasn’t here to tease, she knew that it was only fair that she did to him. “Watch me leave, love.” Samantha said as she turned to walk away. “I’ll know if you don’t.” She added as she walked away.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The King of Wakanda stepped out of the limo, alongside none other than the woman that he had threatened only a short time ago. It was funny how events such as these could bring people together. He turned and offered a hand to assist the woman exiting the vehicle. Katarina Volkov was very used to social events such as weddings. She had attended a number of them, but few using her real name or her real appearance. No one knew whether or not this would fall under those categories either. But here the Black Widow was, in a svelte black bandage dress. She wore her stinger bracelets, though they had been concealed as far more accepting jewelry.

T’Shon might have been dressed in a black suit with a black dress shirt and a black tie, but she preferred to carry something on her at all times.

“I’m not a fan of weddings.” Katarina said.

“Why is that?” T’Shon asked, as they entered the cathedral.

“I’m not exactly marriage material.” She said. “I mean, I’ve been proposed to, don’t get me wrong. I don’t think a single one was to me though.”

“Rather the person you were pretending to be?” He asked and she nodded. “I’m not certain that I would be the best person to give you advice on this matter.” He said. “I’m still angered by your presence in my country prior to Doom’s invasion.”

“Oh my God, let it go.” She said, turning and glaring at him. “Like Wakanda doesn’t spy on other countries.” Katarina said.

“Wakanda has no need to spy on other countries.” T’Shon replied. “No one would attack us.” He said. “And if someone would,” he added, because he saw the look on her face considering he had just referenced Doom’s attack, “we mete out swift justice for the incursion. We keep to ourselves, meaning that there is no need for intrusion from foreign entities.” He said.

When she opened her mouth to speak, T’Shon smiled. “But that is enough talk of that for now. We are taking away from the joyous occasion that we have been invited to.” He said. “Besides, perhaps I’m more bothered by the fact that you chose to infiltrate my country and didn’t have the decency to try to seduce its leader in the process.”

Katarina rolled her eyes. “Stop hanging around Alex so much.” She replied.

“Actually, it was Brady who mentioned it to me.” He said, as they found their seats.

“Well, that figures.” She muttered.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

The greatest spymaster in the world walked up to the steps of the cathedral, his one good eye scanning the area. Most of the news people and camera crews were gone, or were, at this point, breaking down their equipment. Nick Fury wasn’t the kind of person who traditionally just showed up somewhere, in full public, but it was a wedding. More importantly, he was pretty sure that if someone attacked him, half of the non-civilian people in the building would be in favor of him dying, and the other half would remark after he was dead, that they had really wished that they could have done something. As he was about to enter the building, he saw another man walking towards the front of the building, in the same manner that he had.

Fury slowed down for the man dressed in an Army Service Uniform, continuing to smoke his cigar.

“Do you want me to check your rank and awards before we go in? They’re a bitch to put on.” He said.

“I think I’ve got it, thanks.” Benjamin Davis said. He looked through the gateway at the proceedings inside. “I don’t think they’re going to let you smoke that in there, Nick.”

“Davis, we know each other, but we don’t each other that well. Suffice to say, you’re probably going to learn since we’ll end up working together more eventually, I’m kind of that guy who does what he wants.” Fury said, looking at the cigar.

Davis merely held his hand out and waited, patiently.

Fury grimaced and handed him the cigar, watching as Davis tossed it into the street.

“How many weddings have you been to?” Davis asked. “I’m not sure you’re a favorite invitee. Do you have all the vantage points covered?” He asked.

“Trust me, we both did the same scoping of the place.” Fury said, with a smirk. “You were here a week ago to do it, so was I.” He said. “I blend better than you, that’s all.” Fury said. “And I’ll have you know that I’m a great wedding guest. I’m the right kind of guy to have at a party.” He said.

“I think Alex would argue that point.” Benjamin replied with an easy smile. “Nick, I’m sure we can get through today without sniping at each other, don’t you?” He asked. “I already know I’m going to have my hands full with Alex, anyway. Last thing I need is you to add on.”

“I thought you’re supposed to be Captain America. Gracie boy may be coming around, but you’re-“

“Still no Derek Sheppard.” Davis said, nodding slowly. “Yeah, people keep saying that to me.” He said. “I’d like to think that I’m not. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t try to murder innocent people and cause damage to get revenge on a man.” He said, and his mind flashed to the fear that he had had when Mister Miracle had unleashed the Avengers’ worst fears on them.

Maybe he would.

Captain America shook his head. “Like you said, Nick, we’re probably going to start working more and more together, and I’m getting damn tired of being compared to Derek Sheppard all the time. Now, let’s get inside before they start this without us.” He said.

Fury smiled. “You’ve got balls, kid. Not the kind that Rogers had.” He said as he walked in. “Didn’t compare you to Derek, did I?” He asked.

Davis looked upwards and closed his eyes, shaking his head as he walked inside.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

One of the final guests to arrive showed up in a black limo. An older British man stepped out to open the door for the man and his guest. The man that stepped out was dressed in a tuxedo, with a small lapel pin. He turned and held a hand out for the woman who had accompanied him to the wedding.

“Hold on a second.” Zatanna said, making sure that there were no problems with the top hat that she had with her. She held it in her arms as she and John Isaiah Muir walked into the cathedral. “You hate weddings, don’t you?” She asked.

“I hate most ritualized elements of religion.” Isaiah said. “I’m a lapsed Catholic.” She said.

“You still manage to maintain an overdeveloped sense of Catholic guilt.” Zatanna said, as they continued inside.

“I’d consider it a healthy amount, Z.” He said back. Isaiah walked over to a man in a wheelchair and kicked it, despite the fact that they were in a cathedral.

Christopher Chase turned and smiled. “I was wondering when you were going to pop up, Isaiah.” He said. “I figured you’d be at home on a Sunday, playing fetch with your dog.” He added.

“When did you get a dog?” Zatanna asked him.

“Christmas gift. Someone with a sense of humor sent it to me.” He said.

“I hope the dog likes you more than the one you met in my apartment.” Diana said with a smile on her face.

If Zatanna had a reaction to Isaiah being in another woman’s apartment, she didn’t show it.

“My dog loves me.” Isaiah said. “Dogs like me. People like me. I’m a likable guy.”

“Remind me to cast a spell on you to turn you into an animal whenever you lie.” Zatanna said. “Christopher Chase, it’s wonderful to meet you.” She said.

‘The pleasure is mine. I was able to attend one of your shows at Atlantic City, Zatanna.” Chase said. “I must admit it was one of the best stage magic shows I think I’ve seen in my life.” He added. “This is Diana Aricia, she is a good friend of mine.” He said, introducing Diana to Zatanna.

“Awesome, everyone’s met. Time for me to go join the wedding party.” Isaiah said, carefully moving Diana down a seat so that Zatanna was in between Christopher and Diana.

“Wedding party?” Diana asked, her brow furrowing. “Has the ceremony already ended?” She asked, confused.

“No, I’m one of the groomsmen.” Isaiah said. He turned to Chase. “I told Matthews to go with you, honest. I figured if no one should upstage the bride on her wedding day, no one should look better than the groom either. And you’re like an ugly ogre. But give a guy a couple hundred million to start a company and I guess he wants you to be one of his groomsmen.” He said.

“Christopher does not look like an ugly ogre.” Diana said. “His jaw is far too chiseled and he lacks any of the common appearances of an ogre that one could read in the works of Homer or any true writer of history.” She said. “Rather he looks like a son of Ares.” She said.

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Metropolis

Sliding out of his car Brendan Knight felt out of place immediately. There were valets, limousines and other oddities that he had yet to adjust to since his return to high society life. Adjusting the sleeves of his suit and shirt beneath he waited for a moment and Katherine Kyle joined him wearing a dark blue dress that immediately showed Brendan had dressed to match by wearing his black suit with dark blue shirt. Katherine slid her arm inside his as they walked toward the large group of people conversing before the wedding ceremony each grabbing a glass of champagne along the way. As they approached the gathering they each looked at each other for a moment holding back laughter at the fact they found themselves in a social gathering of such proportion. Neither of them felt like they were part of this social circle which if they were being honest with themselves they weren't save for the few people they knew shared their penchant for masks which was basically the same people everyone knew wore masks.

Having never actually met most of the individuals formally they stuck to the fringes of the crowd before the seating started and once it had they waited for a few moments before following a group led by Isaiah Muir to their seats. Brendan knew little of the people ahead of them other than they seemed to follow his carefree attitude toward life. Sliding passed a man in a wheelchair and two rather extravagantly beautiful women he sat down next to the well dressed, black haired Amazonian woman opposite the two others in her party. Brendan took a quick look around and saw Benjamin Davis which gave him a chance to relax a bit. He was relieved that he would know at least one person present though how much Davis knew of him would be the real question.

ALICE fed information here or there through an earpiece that doubled as jewelry for Katherine and fed to his new phone if he chose to look at it. Katherine eyed the woman next to Brendan for a moment before he placed a reassuring hand on her knee in their 'safe zone' before introducing himself to the woman by offering her his right hand to shake smiling as he did. "Brendan Knight, socially awkward and horrible dancer with no shame to hide behind."

Katherine leaned forward nodding in agreement. "He's telling you that now so when he tries to ask you to dance later and can't speak right you'll know what he means and warning you he's a bad dancer with no reason to hide it all at the same time."

Shrugging Brendan nodded. "That's pretty accurate actually. I can't dance at all but that doesn't stop me from having a good time while other people are embarrassed for me."

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“I think that might be my motto in life. That could be trademarked.” Alex Burke said, as he walked over to where Brendan was. He clapped an arm on one of Brendan’s shoulder and squeezed lightly. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that this arm is a mighty fine arm. Pitches fastballs at well over a hundred miles per hour.” He said.

Brendan nodded, with a slow smile. “It was designed very well.” He said. “Katherine Kyle, this is Alex Burke, CEO of Stark Industries and the guy who gave me an arm.”

“Mr. Burke.” Katherine said with a smile. “Thank you for helping to save Brendan’s life.”

“I’m a giver.” Burke said, lowering his sunglasses slightly so he could give Katherine an approving once over. “It’s what I do. I give. Honestly, we were running discounts on appendages at the time.” Burke said. “I tried to give Davis a sense of humor, but apparently that serum didn’t work on him.” He adjusted the bow tie he was wearing, loosening it slightly, because he hated formal wear, and it would annoy Natalia that he wasn’t dressed the way he should be. “Now, how do you two know the bride and groom?” He asked.

“Well, that’s…actually a good question.” Brendan said. “I think we might have known them back when Paul Matthews was consulting with S.H.I.E.L.D.?” He said. “We got invitations.”

“I didn’t get an invitation.” Burke said. “I guess I’m not cool enough.”

“No, they knew you’d show up either way.” A woman said, walking over to where they were.

Burke winced at the sound of her voice. He turned and slid an arm around Natalia Pera. “Brendan, Katherine, may I introduce Natalia Pera, my personal assistant, the lady who really runs Stark Industries, and makes sure that I don’t appear completely nude on the cover of some magazine. Partially nude is acceptable.” He said, with a slight shake of his head.

“Got to have standards.” Brendan said.

“Standards, quite right.” Burke said. “Ms. Pera here has some interesting comments on standards and what they should be. But this is a wedding so I won’t bore you. Also, I think they’re getting ready to start. Good seeing you, Brendan. Ms. Kyle, the pleasure was mine.” He said, before he and Natalia stepped off for the wedding to start.
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Everything was set; the moment was ready to begin, one that for two people would change the rest of their lives. Paul Matthews stood next to the priest, watching the procession of the bridesmaids and groomsmen as they walked up the aisle towards him. He took a deep breath as Isaiah Muir separated from one of the bridesmaids and walked up to him. Paul didn’t have a Best Man for the wedding, as he didn’t have anyone man whom he had felt comfortable asking. Isaiah stepped up next to him.

“You’re sure about this?” He whispered towards Paul.

“Sure, why not?” Paul asked.

“Okay, I’m just asking.” Isaiah said. “I think she’d be much happier with me, that’s all.” He added, with a small shrug and smirked at the glare from Paul Matthews.

Muir wisely shut up as the wedding march started to play and everyone in the building rose.

There she was.

Matthews suddenly found his breath catching as Emma Stevens walked down the aisle towards him. Her dress was beautiful, the beading on the bodice intricate. She had a small train as part of the dress, no longer than a few feet. Emma came to a stop near the altar and Paul stepped down to help her up.

“Wow.” He said.

“Wow yourself.” Emma replied with a grin. “Ready, Stretch?” She asked.

When he nodded, they turned towards the priest. The two of them had been waiting for this moment for years. Paul Matthews had fallen in love with Emma Stevens when she had tried to fix his brother’s car after Paul had killed it. She had been the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life, though he’d only been a late teenager at the time. He hadn’t known, for a long time, that she had fallen in love with him when she had seen him, as she crossed the parking lot towards where he had been standing next to James’ smoking car.

They’d ducked each other for some time, neither one willing to admit to the other how they felt. But all of that was in the past, and the present was what was important to guarantee the future.

“We are gathered here today…” The priest said, starting the wedding mass.

Everything went off without a hitch. Until it came time for the vows.

Because there was a huge explosion, with glass shattering from the stained glass windows.

Everyone looked up, and there were a few muffled screams.

Paul’s eyes narrowed. Of course, this would happen today of all days.

“Hold that thought, Father.” He said, lifting a hand.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
One week ago

She had black hair. It reminded him of Ivana. But as he walked towards her, any comparisons between the woman before him and his wife, the Queen of Lazenaru, were the last things in his mind. Anyone could see the anger on his face, and mixed in with it was confusion.

“I thought we would be meeting in person.” He said, as she set a briefcase down on the table and sat down.

They were in a seedy looking warehouse in Metropolis, if such a thing in a city as bright and hopeful as Metropolis could exist. Fresh scrape marks were on the concrete floor from where the metal table had been dragged into place, and besides that, a thin layer of dust covered the floor.

“I agreed to meet in a place such as this, and I don't even get the courtesy of a meeting in person?” He asked.

“Do you know who’re talking about?” She asked, finally breaking what seemed like a vow of silence.

“Do you know who you’re talking to?” He asked, lifted a hand up into the light. It started to spark and glimmer, as red and yellow wisps of energy emanated from his hand.

“James Matthias Matthews Kaldera, formerly of the Matthews Research Team. Born in Klamath Falls, Oregon, the elder son of William and Melanie Matthews. You’re the older brother to Paul Nathaniel Matthews, current leader of the Fantastic Research Team and the Fantastic Five, former fiancé of Emma Annabelle Stevens, co-leader of the Fantastic Research Team and the Fantastic Five. You’re the current CEO of Paris Corp, married to Ivana Kaldera, the Queen of an island country in the Mediterranean called Lazenaru. You graduated from undergraduate studies at a young age, and have been a relative disappointment in science since then.” She said, raising her eyebrows at the end, as she frowned slightly.

His eyes narrowed.

“Everyone knows that Paul Matthews was the true star of the Matthews Research Team.” She said, with just enough sarcasm mixed in for him to know that she meant it. “Anyway, you were involved in the failed Energy Recapture Experiment that caused yourself and the rest of your team, consisting of your brother, Emma Stevens, Carly Stevens, and Jimmy Stevens, to receive weird and strange powers from being exposed to cosmic particles embedded in Reed Richard’s suit.” She said.

“Enough of the history lesson.” James said.

“Works for me. Point being, I know who I’m talking to you. You came to him, Mr. Matthews, not the other way around. You know how this works, or at least you should. You want his help and you’ll get it, if you play by his rules.” She said, opening the briefcase.

He caught the object that she tossed towards him. “This is it?” He asked. “This is the amplifier?”

“It is.” She said, nodding her head. “The Man would never lie. Not to…someone like you, of course. You want to kill your ex-girlfriend and your younger brother on the day of their wedding. Tragic family drama. I try to stay away from that sort of thing. But still,” She said, shrugging, “you might make some fireworks. That amplifier will increase your powers in ways you would never expect. You attack with that robot army you’ve been building ever since you saw them announce the wedding, and you should be able to cause some damage.” She said, snapping the briefcase closed and rising.

She started walking out of the warehouse. “Have fun now.”


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Now

Emma glared, her face scrunched in anger. She turned to Carly. “There is an army of robot death machines trying to invade my wedding. Fix this!”

“You put Knubbly in charge.” Carly said, holding her hands up. “I’m just the sister, remember?”

Emma shook her head, rolling her eyes. As she did, a complex biological change went through her body. Her skin turned into organic steel and her hair followed suit.

“I thought we said no Angel metal during the wedding.” Paul said, looking around as his brain launched into strategy, as he went to work identifying who was here and who was actually a person with powers.

“I thought we decided not to invite my ex-fiance, your brother, and the man that tried to break us up. I feel like the rules are getting thrown out of the window, Stretch.” She said.

“Right.” Paul said. He grabbed the microphone from the priest. “If everyone could not panic, that’d be great. If everyone who has the ability to help could help, that’d be great too. Nobody likes party crashers.” He said and dropped the mic. “Fantastics, let’s do this.”

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“This is one of the reasons why I’m against marriage.” Burke said, as he dodged a laser beam from one of the killer robots. “You never know if killer robots are going to show up and ruin the big day.”

“Statistically, I think that it would be a rather low possibility, wouldn’t it?” Ben asked, as he flipped his shield around from where he had had it on his back.

“You’d think that, but here we are. Let’s not forget you did bring the shield with you.” Burke replied, looking for the only person he actually cared about protecting.

“Oh, I bring the old girl with me everywhere.” Davis said with a smile. “Speaking of which, did you…”

“No, I did not. Matthews said this was a wedding, not a firefight.”

“Luckily, I think enough for the both of us.” A new voice said, and he turned, his eyes widening in appreciation, as Natalia came running towards him.

Her dress might have been slightly torn, and a few scrapes might have found their way on to her arms and legs, but she was, thankfully, in one piece. That meant that Burke could concentrate on other, more pressing matters. He caught the small object that she tossed him, and looked down at two interlocking bracelets. “You brought the Centurion Armor?” He asked, and grinned when she nodded. “Natalia, I need to give you a raise.”

Slapping on the bracelets, he spoke again, but this time to DATA. “C’mon, buddy. You’re not the greatest piece of artificial intelligence on the planet for nothing. Let’s go.”

The artificial intelligence spoke through speakers on the bracelets. “While I do appreciate the confidence placed in me, I would say that there is no easy way for the Centurion Armor to-“

“Solutions, I need them.”

“Then I would advise you to be aerial in five seconds.”

“Cap?” Burke asked and Davis sighed.

“Don’t damage the church.” He said, and grabbed Burke, throwing him up into the air. Davis closed his eyes as stained glass shattered and a red and silver briefcase sailed into the church, opening up and catching Burke in mid air, enclosing him in the Centurion Armor.

“I’ll pay for that.” Iron Man said as the faceplate slid into place.

“I could have thrown him into a wall. I could have thrown him into a wall.” Davis repeated to himself as he spun around, blocking a laser shot that had been aimed for Natalia.
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"Spider-Man!!" Captain America shouted and then flung his shield towards the webslinger, which during mid-flight turned upside down. Davis then ran towards the entrance, pulling his mask over his head.

Beneath his mask Brady smiled and timed the approaching shield perfectly, leapt into the air and landed in the concave center of it and adhering to it, causing it to stop spinning and carrying Spider-man out the door of the cathedral, where he then began literally surfing along the leading edge of Doombots like a professional surfer upon a metal wave.

"Hang Ten Dudes!!!" Spider-man yelled as his momentum and the edge of the shield bashed and slashed through the front line of bots, leaving behind a trail of decapitated Doombot heads, limbs and bashed in chest pieces. At the end of his momentum, pushed off the shield, fired a web line that snagged the corner of the building, and then gave the shield a final push that clanged off the head of a Doombot and sailed back to Captain America, who deftly caught it, as he exited the cathedral.

"Thor!" Davis yelled as he took in the battle with a glance. "Join up with Burke and lay down some aerial damage with him. Be mindful of the civilians and keep the structural damage to a minimum. The local authorities are ushering civilians down the subway entrances to get them out of harm's way. Let's give them time to clear the streets!"

"Verily, thou hast mine word and assure you that no innocents shall be harmed this day." Thor stated as he whirled his hammer and soared into the air towards the growing mob of Doombots advancing down the street. While Iron Man took care of the aerial bots, Thor spun his hammer faster and faster until suddenly bright streak of lightning began sparking from the edge of the vortex it was creating.

"Vile metal machines! Taste now the wrath of the God of Thunder!" Thor shouted and then thrust the hammer before him. Huge bolts of bright lightning issued out from the hammer and struck the front edge of the Doombots, that was closing in on the escape route into the subways, and then spread from one to the next in a crackling chain lightning that took out dozens of the Doombots in one fell shot.

Meanwhile gliding through the thermal drafts that he created around his body, Ben Storm flew above the rush of Doombots sending gouts of flame from his hands instantly melting Doombots down to their liquid states, when he spotted a strange sight. Mister Miracle was sitting on the middle steps of the cathedral, his elbows resting on his knees, with his chin in the palm of his left hand. A wistful smile on his lips and his eyes gleamed with happiness.

Storm swooped down and landed next to Miracle, looking at him quizzically. "Um...Mister Miracle. What the hell are you doing?"

"Isn't she wonderful?" Jason stated with a nearly reverent whisper.

Ben looked at the bottom of the steps and there is saw Tiffany, or the new Big Barda, literally trashing, rending, ripping and tearing any Doombot that attempted to get past her and into the cathedral. One Doombot advanced to close and Barda hefted her Power Rod over her head and smashed the Doombot flat like a mallet smashing a soda can.

"Ummm...Don't you think she might need some help?" Storm asked.

"Oh, I suppose I should, but sometimes you just have to sit back and admire the beautiful scenery from time to time." Miracle finally broke his gaze from Tiffany and smiled blissfully at Storm.

Just then Spider-man swings by with a Doombot trailing behind him, snagged with a webline. "Barda! Incoming! Here's the wind up!" Spider-man then swings the webline in a wide circle around him, and then sends the Doombot streaking towards Tiffany. "And the ...pitch!"

Tiffany saw the Doombot pitched towards her, and a humorous little grin creases her lips and she takes up a batter's stance. Swinging her power rod, she connects solidly, and sends the Doombot streaking away high over the buildings towards the bay.

"Annnnnd that one is outta here!!" Spider-man yells as he swings on past. "She really knocked that one into another time zone!"

The Doombots pause in their attack on the cathedral steps, seeming to be regrouping, and then there is a sudden rush of a dozen on them at Tiffany who faces them with renewed determination in her eyes..

"Welp, time for me to perform my manly duties. If you'll pardon me Mr. Storm." Miracle then launched himself from the steps, bounding to the street level directly behind Tiffany and then immediately flips directly over the top of Tiffany's seven foot stature. When his head is upside-down directly in front of Tiffany's face, he plants a quick kiss on her lips and flips on around, with his staff appearing as if from thin air and spears the front Doombot squarely on top of its head and through it's robotic body. Miracle lands nimbly on his feet, extracting the staff from the sparking bot lying in front of him. He extends his hand and makes a 'bring it on' gesture with his fingers.

"Bout time you decided to join in Lover." Tiffany smiles.

"Well, far be it from me to interfere in your fun my Dear." Miracle replies. "Besides, your just so damn good at it. One can't help but be a little voyeuristic...not to mention turned on."

"Keep it in your pants Mister Miracle." Captain America says with a slight smile as he steps up next to them. "We still have a few more to go." he gestures at the cautiously advancing Doombots.
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Weddings...

Maddie hadn't been to many of them in her time on the Earth. Growing up the way she had tended to keep her off of most bridesmaid's lists. She had learned, though, in her brief experience, that weddings rarely went off without a hitch. Knowing this, she wasn't the least bit surprised that instead of a seat next to the esteemed guests, she found herself perched high up on a nearby building, dressed to the nines, yet laying flat on a balcony and draped in a camouflaged blanket.

"You know, Director I have to admit... when you told me you had finally gotten me an assignment where I could wear this dress you'd bought me... I imagined something a bit more, glamorous?" she spoke into the microphone built into the choker she wore.

"Come now, my dear Adder... That can't possibly be complaining I hear, can it?" Fury replied. "A man gets a young lady a lovely dress, takes her to a wonderful city she's always wanted to visit, and hands her a high powered rifle? Tell me what's more glamorous than that?"

Maddie giggled softly. "Always with the words, Director. Just you watch yourself."

"Here I thought that was your job, Adder." he replied, his voice carrying with it that trademark Fury smirk.

Maddie winked a honey-brown eye from behind the scope of her Barrett MRAD. "I aim to please." she replied, leaving the scope on Fury just long enough to see his shoulders shake subtly with a brief chuckle before he and Captain America disappeared inside. "Coulda had ya. No-one would ever know..." she mumbled.

"Just keep thinking that." The amused reply cut in, proving to Maddie once again that Fury was always a step ahead.

The secret agent smiled slowly and settled in behind the scope for a long and hopefully uneventful day of over-watch.

Then the place blew up.

Well that was short lived... she thought to herself. She immediately sighted down on one of the Doombots, resting a finger on the trigger before keying into her mic. The last thing she wanted to do was reveal herself as one of Fury's assets unless he was prepared for her to.

"Director, Adder here... are we helping with the toaster problem?"
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Brendan stood watching the glass fall for a moment before grabbing both women near him and standing over them as the glass fell. After a few moments he stood shaking the glass off his now ruined jacket and pulled it off. Blood dotted his white shirt a tear having ripped through part of his right sleeve. Taking two steps toward the attacking drones Brendan leapt and ripped one out of the sky. Ripping out its chest module with his modified arm he turned and saw various attendees fighting. Running alongside one of the Doombots he grabbed it and swung slamming it into the ground before stepping on its head. Two more of the cyborgs turned to come at him and he pulled a bow from a slim mount under his shirt. Expanding as he brought an arrow to bear he mentally thanked Burke for the hideable weapon while loosing two arrows which sparked and caused the two Doombots to short out and hit the ground.

Looking around he saw Katherine getting those not fighting to a safe place while Diana could not be found. Three more Doombots came past and he grabbed one as it split into several pieces slamming it’s head into the floor before crushing it under his hand. Laser fire came in on him and he shielded himself with his arm before Burke swooped in disabling two of the bots while an arrow put the third down. Spinning he jogged after Davis putting another arrow in a Doombot that kept flying though found it couldn’t fly straight after its flight program was damaged. Multiple attackers landed and within seconds attacked the two men. After only a few moments both men stood over sparking, smoking machines looking at each other briefly. Davis glanced toward Brendan’s arm while they both sized up the next set of Doombots headed their way. “So you’re the one they turned into a hybrid super soldier.”

Punching one of the Doombots and grabbing it Brendan spun it toward Davis who finished it off with a well timed shield swing and a massive punch. “I believe the term they used was ‘top of the line fighting machine combined with the best genetic enhancement ever created.”

“So, you’re RoboCop?” Davis swung a Doombot by an arm and Brendan drove his own punch through its chest before turning and letting loose an arrow to disable another as it approached the group of non-combatants.

“Eh, not quite.’ Brendan let loose with two more arrows ducking as a Doombot dropped out of the sky. “None of the family issues, all of the muscle. Kinda like you but with a way cooler arm and a bit more personality.”

Smiling at the man he ducked a purposely thrown but knowingly coming shield that cut through several bots and then Brendan saluted the man before moving on.

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Christopher stared out at the array of heroes, banned together in a unplanned manner, that stood out in front of the cathedral defending the many innocent lives within and those outside. A small smile of pride crossed his lips that they worked so well together. Captain America stood in the forefront of the assault taking out targets of opportunity, while at the same time looking over the battlefield and directing the heroes to shore up areas where the Doombots were exploiting and making headway.

Spider-man swung by, noticing the two of the most wealthy, and influential, men in the world standing near the entrance. "Say, either of you two guys spare a loan for this awesome gaming system that I'm making...HEY!" Just then two Doombots soared in towards Christopher and Isaiah, firing energy bolts towards them. Spider-man's waldoes spread out from their backpack spinning webs from their emitters as the spread out forming a large web-shield as Spider-man positioned himself between the bots and the two men. The energy bolts were literally absorbed by the webbing, which now crackled with the energy, as the two Doombots crashed headlong into it. The waldoes enfolded the two bots and constricted around them until there was a muffled 'poof' as the two robots exploded within.

"Come by and see me about that loan." Christopher smiled and waved as Spider-man swung on past them to his next victims.

"I bet I can make him a better offer." Muir stated smugly.

"I'm sure that you would appeal to his youth with money, women and extravagant toys.

"Well...duh." Muir smirked.

"You two are a complete enigma to me." Diana stated shaking her head slightly, as she ripped off her dress as she used their forms to block onlookers from seeing her change into her armored red and gold suit.

"You don't have a rear view camera on your wheels do you?" Isaiah leaned over to the side slightly and whispered.

"Yes I do, and no I'm not activating it." Christopher sighed. "There are times when I wished your civilian ego matched your masked one. At least you have some sense of respect then."

"You may turn now." Diana stated. When they turned and found her in her full armored regalia, complete with a golden eagle crossing her chest, neither of them said anything for several uncomfortable moments. "Mr. Chase if you wouldn't mind."

When Isaiah didn't hear a immediate response from Christopher, he turned and found Christopher staring wondrously at Diana, his mouth hanging slightly agape, his eyes wide. Isaiah reached over and placed his hand under Christopher's chin and closed his mouth. "Good Lord, you got it bad, don't you?"

Christopher's eyes fluttered as he regained his senses. "What?"

"The 'special' compartment...please." Diana replied.

"The...wha...OH!" Christopher pressed a button on the control panel of the hoverchair, and a door retracted in the back of the craft revealing Diana's Aegis Shield, Golden Lasso and her sword. Diana quickly attached the equipment and held her sword at her side.

Diana smiled at Christopher, then gave Isaiah a slightly cordial nod. and then without further warning, she leapt through the doorway of the cathedral, slashing two Doombots in half as she landed in the middle of a group of the assault robots.

"You know, if and when she finds out your alter ego, she is going to like you even less." Christopher smirked.

"You haven't told her?" Isaiah looked almost shocked at him.

"No, of course not. She knows who I am, but I gave you my word I wouldn't share my knowledge of your identity." Christopher almost looked insulted that Muir would even think he would betray his word.

"Funny, if the roles were reversed, I'd turn you in to make my odds better." Isaiah smiled.

"She isn't a prize to be won Isaiah." Christopher stated snuffly. "You're objectifying her and I doubt she would appreciate..."

"By the Heart of Frigga!" The voice of Thor came through the doorway as he stopped in mid-flight and hovered over the scene of battle below as Wonder Woman hacked and slammed several Doombots where they stood. "Doest mine eyes deceive me, as hast the All-Father blessed me with a true vision of Warrior's Beauty." Thor then dropped to the ground, landing on a Doombot that was about to strike Diana from behind, and driving it through the asphalt below.

"Thou must be the the Beautiful Warrior Princess of the Amazons." Thor stated as he swung Moljnir in a sweeping arc in front of him, obliterating several Doombots. "I am honored to fight at your side, so that your beauty and fighting honor, may strengthen my resolve to fell these vile machines."

"And you must be Thor the Odenson, and warrior of great renown and honor, known even to the Warrior Amazons on Themscryia. Your great hammer and your skills in battle will be a blessing to fight with side by side." Diana spared a glance at Thor, an admiring smile upon her lips as she took a moment and watched the Asgardian's fighting form.

Both Isaiah and Christopher looked at one another at the same time, both of them came to the same conclusion. "We need to get out there."

Christopher depressed another button on his control panel, and a compartment on the side of his hoverchair extended outwards, with another console popping up with a seat directly behind it. Another click from the front of the craft revealed two barrels that popped out from their compartments.

"What the hell?" Isaiah muttered.

"What? You think Burke is the only person that can't design cool toys to play with?" Christopher smirked. "Sit down and strap in. Unless you want to be the pilot."

"No." Isaiah said as he strapped himself in the extra seat. "Flying is your thing. This is my kinda thing." and began to familiarize himself with the weapons console before him.
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This was the last thing that Malorie Thompson had seen coming. Reminding herself that mental thoughts about sight and being blind were still kind of wrong when seated next to an actual blind man, she grabbed Nathan's arm and dragged him down onto the ground.

"What's happening?" He asked.

"We're under attack by killer death robots of doom." She said. She turned to Hank. "Henry, do something."

"What am I supposed to do?" He asked, crouching next to her and looking around. "I'm not prepared for this!" He said.

As they were speaking, Isaiah and Chase came into view, in their hover chair. Isaiah was fiddling with the controls, looking for something.

"Shouldn't you be shooting?" Chase asked.

"Trying to find the non lethal setting." Isaiah replied and Chase reached over and pressed a button on the underside, revealing a panel that had an array of buttons. One of which had a Bat symbol on it.

Isaiah gave him a side glance glare and pressed the button.

"I'm prepared for things too." Chris said with a satisfied smile.

"This is like a childhood dream for you, isn't it."

"Maybe."

They weaved in and out as a non lethal energy gun spat out beam after beam of blue energy. Turning, Chase saw a trio of Doombots heading towards Malorie, Hank, and Nathan. Gliding over, the two attacked the three Doombots, knocking out one of them. Both men lashed out, Isaiah with a kick and Chase with a fist, breaking the others.

He turned to Malorie. "Are you three okay?" He asked.

"Yes." She said with an angry glare.

"Something is wrong." Christopher said twisting in his seat to look at Isaiah.

"Why are you fighting the bad guys with the enemy?!" Malorie asked.

"Thoroughly confused." Isaiah said. "I'm one of the good guys. Isaiah Muir. How are you-"

"She knows who you are. She hates you." Henry said.

"Actually that didn't clarify things." Isaiah said.

"He's the owner of the Gotham Rogues." Malorie said pointing at Isaiah. "You're the owner of the Metropolis Monarchs, after Jonathan Chase bought them over 20 years ago, breaking the curse of the Marcellus Browning trade with the Star City Comets 15 years before that!" She said. "As a Metropolis Monarchs die hard and season ticket holder, I demand an explanation." Malorie said.

"Time and place!" Isaiah said.

"You shut your mouth." Malorie said, reaching into her purse and pulling out her battered Monarchs baseball cap.

"Why can't you not leave home without that?" Hank asked with a sigh.

"God, family, Monarchs." She said putting the cap on her head.

"Ya know, Monarchs came in third last year. Rogues won it all. My quarterback is amazing." Isaiah said, now just annoyed.

"I'm gonna kill him." Malorie replied. "Before any of these robots do it."

"We'll um, talk about this later." Chase said, hitting the accelerator. "Thanks for being a fan! We appreciate you being a member of the Monarch's family." He said as they zoomed away.

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"Are you fighting these things in a hover car?" Diana asked, incredulous as she saw Isaiah and Chase move past her.

"Yes. I'm assuming there's not a problem with this?" He asked.

"The world of Men is a strange place."

"Ain't that right, sister." Zatanna said, stepping up next to the Amazon. "Eb deyortsed nehw ym sdrow den, ruoy ngier of rr=orret to eht lived I dnes!" She said, looking directly at a grouping of robots. Faster than the eye could see, the robots fell apart at the seams, disassembled by an invisible hand of mystical means, their screws and bolts dropping to the ground. Zatanna gave a smile and turned to the Amazon, who looked rather out of place, in a beautiful dress while holding a sword and shield. "How you like them apples?" She asked.

"I don't understand. There were no apples involved."

"Oh right, you're not from here."

"Do you always need to speak backwards in order to cast your spells?" Diana asked, and Zatanna shook her head.

"Only when I feel like it." She said, before looking at another robot that suddenly burst into flames. "Feel like a team up?" She asked.

"Now that, I understand."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Mr. Matthews, could you please explain how we're supposed to stop all these robots?" Benjamin asked, as Mr. Fantastic congealed into a regular looking person, ending up next to Captain America. "I mean, Thor never minds having free practice and Spider-Man," he said, and they both turned and looked to see Spider-Man doing a moonwalk while the waldoes manipulated robot arms as weapons, "he's having a blast. But this is getting out of hand. Something tells me you want to get married."

"That...is correct." Paul said, looking around. "We don't know where the robots are coming from, but-"

Everything was drowned out as what seemed like low bass horns played, like ominous warnings of destruction coming ahead. The doors to the cathedral opened and James Matthews walked into view, with a smile on his face. He looked out, surveying the fighting that was going on, and then his eyes locked with Paul's own.

"Hello, little brother." He said.

"You could punch him, really hard." Paul said, pointing. "With the number of degrees that I have I can say with the utmost confidence that if we punch my brother really hard, it will solve the problem, so I can go on my honeymoon."

"We need a first dance first, Stretch." Emma said, coming up behind them.

"You need a wedding first." Benjamin said. "And I'm a man who takes tradition very seriously." He added. "Thor would you mind punching him, really hard?" He asked, and turned to look back at Paul who nodded. "That's the scientific term, I'm told."

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Mjolnir swung, as Thor held the hammer by the strap and moved it around and around in a circle.

“You don’t really think a stupid idiot like that is going to be able to beat me?” James Matthews asked. “That has to be the stupidest idea you’ve ever come up with, including the remote controlled hover car that ran on banana peels, when you were six.” He said.

“That hover car worked.” Paul replied.

“After I fixed the fuel converter.” James said with a satisfied smile. “Admit it, little brother. You need me to save you all the time. Even in this ridiculous relationship you have with my tramp ex-fiance.” He said. “You couldn’t get the stones to get with her until after I was out of the picture and making her feel lonely.” He said, turning towards Emma, who shot him a dirty look.

“Thor.” She said. “Knock his block off.”

“Aye.” Thor said, taking off.

Ben winced as the marble floor of the Cathedral where Thor had been standing cracked and broke.

“I’ll pay for that too.” He heard Burke say in the distance.

They watched as Thor and Mjolnir impacted against an invisible wall that crackled, with orange spider webs of energy becoming visible for a second before Thor was tossed backwards, Mjolnir falling from his hands and dropping to the ground.

“It would appear that he has some kind of energy shield.” Ben said.

“We never fully knew what the Energy Recapture Experiment did to him, only what it did to us.” Paul said. “I doubt he’s got the ability to project a personal shield like that.” He said.

“The scientific solution was to have Thor hit him. What’s next on the list?” Captain America asked.

Paul started looking around, as Thor shook his head, slowly rising from the ground. Wonder Woman had come over and was helping the Asgardian God of Thunder back to his feet, much to the chagrin of Christopher Chase, still flying around with Isaiah Muir in the co-pilot seat. She reached for the hammer, but Thor lifted a hand, staying the motion from the Amazon Princess. Grabbing his hammer, he looked up at where James Matthews hung in the air, smiling to himself as more and more of his robotic soldiers piled into the Cathedral. His plan of overwhelming his enemies was going quite…smashingly.

“I shall hit this foe of ours again.” Thor said.

‘That might not be the best idea.” Carly said, as she appeared, forcing a chasing robot to crash into a pillar. She turned and started punching, her super speed allowing her to move faster than the robot and crumple its chest plate into pieces. She reached inside and pulled out wires as sparks went everywhere.

“Carly’s right.” Paul said. “We need to sho-“

“Short out of the field.” Carly said. “Which means that we need someone to be ready to hit him as soon as the field drops, but we also need someone, electricity based, to hit that shield with a lot of power.” She said.

“Have you come up with a solution yet?” James asked. “Baby brother, your ineptitude is boring me.”

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A repulsor blast hit the shield and the energy washed ove rhte shield, unable to break through. Iron Man looked at the shield, as DATA ran analysis on it in order to see just how this was being powered.

“It’s more powerful than my shield.” Iron Man said. “I’m not sure how that’s possible. Frankly, I’m a little insulted.”

“There are people out there who are better than you, Alex.” James Matthews replied. “It’s not a sign of weakness to admit it, you know.”

“Yeah, but you’re being all snarky about it.” Iron Man replied. “Snark is my job. I take it very seriously.” He said, floating in the air. He stared at James’ face as he moved his arms, repulsor blasts hitting various robotic soldiers and turning them into shreds. “Stretch, I think I’ve got an idea.” He said. “Electricity based, that’s a good bet on Norwegian Fabio.”

“Thor already tried.” Paul Matthews said.

“Right.” Iron Man said. “But he didn’t try to do it at the same time I hit him with a unibeam.” He said.

He floated down to the ground as James’ face changed to one of total boredom as more and more robotic soldiers piled into the cathedral. Where he was getting all of these from, there was no idea.
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"Actually Shellhead...er...Bossman." Spider-man said as he clung above them on a ledge of the cathedral. "Your suits absorbing capacitors can withstand up to a 400% overload of electrical current, then route that energy 'through' your Unibeam."

Burke looked at Cap, James and the rest with a raised eyebrow. "Now, do you see why I hired this kid? Only the best and brightest for Stark Incorporated." He turned back to Spider-man. "So how is he going to transfer..."

He paused and saw that Thor was already winding up his hammer. A pleasant smile was on his lips at the thought of striking Burke.
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“The toaster problem seems to be getting out of hand.” Fury replied over the communications device. “Do what you have to do. Keep Davis alive.” He said.

“What about you?” She asked.

“Don’t worry about me, Adder. I’ve always got a guardian angel watching over me.” He said, unsheathing the pistol that he always kept with him. Reaching into his suit, he pulled out another cigar and leaned over the body of a broken and partially destroyed robot, lighting it with the fire that was on the body. He puffed out smoke and started firing.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

“Now look here, Fabio. Hitting me won’t solve the problem.” Burke said.

“Thy words run contrary to that of the little spider.” Thor replied, the grin still on his face.

“Are you going to trust me or the kid who still needs his diapers changed?” He asked.

“I graduated from Pull-Ups at least a few months ago.” Spider-Man said and then turned to where Black Widow was, her back against one of the columns of the Cathedral. She regarded him with a mildly disgusted look. “I did, I swear.”

Thor shook his head. “I’m trusting the groom on this his wedding day.”

“Matthews…I hate you.” Burke said, as Thor brought the lightning.

Sir, the capacitors are accepting the charge, and we’re getting close to 382% charge now. Data said.

“I’m not….pleased…with you….either.” Burke said, gritting his teeth as the suit shook uncontrollably. He gasped, audibly, as Thor finished and then he turned towards James Matthews. “Hey, Dr. Doom wannabe.” He said. “Ready to be fried into the next millennium?” He asked.

“That was weak.” Captain America said and James Matthews nodded, with an eyebrow sadly raised.

“That’s all I…screw it.” Iron Man said, and the unibeam fired, hitting the elder Matthews’ shield.

At first there was no response, but suddenly, the shield started to splinter and then burn. The Unibeam shot through the shield, hitting James Matthews square in the chest. He fell from the air and landed on the ground, just as Thor came down with the hammer.

The blow impacted against Doom’s back, knocking him down in the ground, creating yet another crater in the marble floor of the Cathedral.

“You pay for that, you’re rich too.” Iron Man said, pointing at Thor.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Holland Daniels was freaking out. That was putting an understatement on things. She had no idea what was going on and what was going to happen. Decidedly she was not like a lot of the people here, who seemed to be superheroes. It fit with the theme of this being a wedding of superheroes. This was a problem though for someone like her, who had no powers and no serious abilities besides knowing how to fight kind of decently. It put her at a distinct disadvantage when placed in a situation such as this, and she had done her best to hide.

But hiding wasn’t an option anymore.

She was staring at the fist of one of the robotic menaces. Arrayed around that fist was a series of barrels. Smoke wafted up from some of them, and she knew what was going to happen next. She was going to die. Closing her eyes, Holly awaited the inevitable.

The inevitable never came. She opened her eyes at the sound of a crash, which added to the list of the unexpected things to happen that day. The robot was now on the ground, and her eyes turned to her savior.

A man dressed for the wedding, but not wearing a suit that looked close to what an Isaiah Muir or Alexander Burke would be wearing. It wasn’t threadbare, not in the least, but at the same time, it had seen a few years. It bore the markings of a man who didn’t wear it often, and it had a few places were different tailors had worked on it.

“Are you okay?” He asked, looking around.

“Y-Yes.” Holly said, one of her hands in front of her mouth. “Thank you.” She said.

“Not a problem.” The man replied, and she realized that he was wearing sunglasses inside.

“Are you blind?!” She asked.

“…Maybe.” He replied.

“How did you know you were going to hit the robot? You could have hit me!” Holly said, staring at him.

“You have a good point. But I think we should focus on the part where I didn’t, in fact, hit you.” He said. “I’m Nathan.” He said. “You are?”

“Holland.” She said, as in the distance James Matthews started to get up. “Thank you for saving me, again.” She said.

He nodded and smiled. “Any idea what’s going on?” He asked.

“Not really.” Holly replied. “Do you?” She asked.

“Well...kind of…but not really. I’m blind.”

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Holland shook her head at Nathan's response, "Yeah, speaking of that. How the hell did you stop that thing?"

"Luck. Nothing but blind luck," He grinned slightly and he could tell she did the same at the obvious joke.

"Way to dodge the question, sir." He shrugged at her comment and stood up, helping her to do the same. He motioned toward the exit, "With all of this excitement I think it would be best for me to escort you out of here."

She pulled her arm away from him, "What about everyone else?"

Nate frowned, "I don't know about you, Miss Holland, but I'm not equipped with a magic hammer or lasso and last I checked, neither were you. I think the heroes have this situation under control. There isn't a lot of help you and I can contribute to this."

As she began her protest Nathan moved with extreme speed. He pushed her back to the ground and picked up a metal serving tray in one move. He dodged a blast from an incoming drone with such ease he made it look like anyone could do it. Letting the tray fly from his hand it hit with perfect accuracy. It lodged itself in the throat of the mechanical being, sending sparks to the surrounding area.

Holland stood up, clearly surprised, "Seriously! How the hell did you do that?!"


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Hank sighed in frustration as he looked at Malorie, "We have got to figure out a faster way to get the armor on. This is ridiculous!"

She glared up at him as she secured the last gauntlet, "We will, Hank! But if you could bitch a little less and stop squirming this process could have gone faster!"

He nodded as she handed him the helmet. He placed it on his head and lifted his hammer, "A work in progress I guess."

Malorie smiled, "It's not like there's a blueprint out there that can easily explain turning a tank into a tuxedo. We'll get there, Hank. Don't worry." She put her hand on his metallic chest and motioned with her head toward the other room where the fight was continuing, "Now, go give'em hell, Doctor."

He hoisted his weapon and stepped away from his friend. He had used the armor in the field before, but not against super powered opponents. This would be a test. He made his presence known with a bang. James Matthews had climbed to his feet once more on the far side of the grand hall. Steel dispatched several drones upon his initial entrance, relying on his rivet cannon to rip through the metallic adversaries. As a clear line of sight opened he swung his massive hammer and released it in the direction of Matthews. The kinetic weapon hit the man square in the chest, sending him into the wall with incredible force. Steel caught the returning weapon with his outstretched hand, "I'm here to assist in anyway I can."

Iron Man slowly leaned over to Thor, "Hey, did you and I have a love child when I wasn't looking?"
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“Dost this have something to do with the Day of Valentine that thy wished to share with me?” Thor asked.

Iron Man looked around, as multiple heroes stopped what they were doing to look at him. He raised his arms and shook his hands. “No….No….Wait. Listen. I was explaining what happened when I threw that party to get Benjie laid. He thought I was asking him to be my valentine. You remember that, right?” He asked, pointing at Captain America.

Benjamin shook his head slowly. “You did not throw a party to get me laid. You said you were doing that, but that was not the reason for the party. It was simply a Valentine’s day party.”

“That is not the reason why Volkov and Natalia said I was supposed to throw the party.” He replied, pointing at Black Widow.

“I was being blunt.” She said with a shrug when Benjamin looked over his shoulder and glared at her. “So was Natalia.” She added, rolling her eyes. “I’m blunt. I’m Russian.”

“And your excuse?” Cap asked, looking for where Natalia was.

“I have to put up with him.” She said, jerking her head towards Burke.

Which made more sense than anything that had happened that day.

“That’s the day I beat Cap in video games.” Spider-Man said, flying through the air as a robot threw him. Despite being covered head to toe in a suit, it was obvious, thanks to the tone of his voice, that he was having the time of his life. “He’s poopy at video games.”

“I think…the focus of the day should be on me?” James Matthews said, as he floated back into view. “After all, I’m the one threatening everyone.” He added, as he reached a hand out and a form of lightning streaked out, hitting first Emma Stevens and when he reached out to help his fiancé, Paul Matthews. Another stream shot through the cathedral, as Carly Stevens tried to outrun it. But it caught up with her, shocking her and causing her to finally stop her running. She was driven to her knees, her body wracked with electricity. “I’m getting tired. So many supposedly brilliant people in this room, and none of you can stop me.” He said.
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“You want us to stop you?”  Paul asked and nodded.  “Fine, we’ll stop you.”  He said, expanding in height, as he started to move towards his older brother.  “I don’t think you quite understand how your shield works.  It takes time to recharge.  I would know, I built it."

“Your point being?"

“Knubbly analyzed you when you came to visit the Cascade building all those months ago.”  Paul said.  “He told me what the Energy Recapture Experiment did to you.  I know you can turn yourself into liquid metal.  It’s an organic metal, similar in idea to Emma’s, which makes sense considering how you both got your powers.”  He said, twisting in the air.  “Your shield needs time to recharge.”  He repeated.  “And I need time to distract you.”  He added.

James turned, realizing that his brother had been taking away his attention for enough time to allow Knubbly to get into position.  The small Knubblechen, resplendent in his tuxedo, launched himself full force at Doom. There was a level of annoyance in his eyes.  James caught the small creature.  “Your surprise was a teletubby?"

“You have annoyed me with your presence.”  Knubbly said, his eyes starting to glow red.  “This was to be a grand and glorious day when Emma Stevens of the Cascade Building finally marries Paul Matthews of the Cascade Building.”  He said, the first time he had ever been able to say the phrase without forcing himself into an endless loop.  James’ hands started to glow, as Knubbly superheated his body.  “Benjamin Storm, son of Jonathan Storm, father of Benjamin Storm, son of-"

“I got it, I know who my dad is.”  Ben said, lifting his hands, as flames shot out and latched on to Knubbly.  It was doing nothing more than helping the creature, who’s powers realistically dwarfed that of every else in the room.

“Ben, go hot."

“I thought we said go hot was a bad thing.”  He said to Paul.

“Do it."

“I am a peaceful creature.  I abhor violence.”  Knubbly said.  “However, on this day, which was to be a grand and glorious day, I shall indulge in some old-fashioned fighting.”  He said, and plunged his hands into James’ chest.

James looked at his brother in shock, as the act started to liquefy his body.  “What…what’s happening?”  He asked.

“Simple.  You’re losing control over your cells.  You won’t die, since Knubblechen Prime is a pacifist.  But you will not be able to reconstitute yourself unless we allow it.”  He said, as parts of James started to drip onto the floor.

As that started to happen, the small alien removed his hands from inside of James’ chest and then reached up, mushing the man’s face, before repeatedly vertically slapping it, as if he was beating on bongos.  Dropping down, Knubbly was caught by Carly, and he reached up, putting his arms around her neck while sighing contentedly.   “Pizza.  Hold the oregano.  Extra bacon.”  He said.

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“He’s not dead is he?” Black Widow asked.

“Not yet.” Iron Man replied, as the rest of the robots slowly stopped their fighting.

There was a flash, as the liquid that was James Matthews parted, revealing some kind of spheroid looking box. “What’s that?” Captain America asked, pointing. “I thought he’s all liquid metal.”

The robots started to retreat, and while the living occupants of the cathedral were still one edge, they apparently had larger problems to deal with. Paul moved to lean in, but was stopped by Steel’s hammer. He turned and looked at Hank, who shook his head. Apparently he knew what it was. Paul took a step back and gestured at Hank, as if to give him the floor. Everyone looked at him.

“It’s an amplifier. I…I have one of them in my warehouse.” He said. “These things can be highly reactive.” He added.

“That explains why the personal shield was so powerful.” Iron Man said. The armored Avenger shook his head. “I’m guessing that these things aren’t that common. The makeup of it looks rather foreign to my databases.” He said, as DATA scanned the amplifier.

“It’s Pre-Chrell Invasion.” Hank said. “That’s one of the reasons why I have mine. Historical reasons, as it’s a piece of history. We need something fairly indestructible in order to touch or use it, in case there’s been some damage from what Knubbly did.” He added.
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"Is there a way to move him so that...we can fix everything that happened?" Isaiah asked. "I'm not the science guy here, so you guys take care of that."

"What guy are you around here?" Malorie asked, sticking her head up from behind a pew.

"I'm the Isaiah guy." Isaiah replied. "Also the guy who saved your life. Like my quarterback with a fourth quarter comeback save."

"Oh my God, I hate you." She said, trying to scramble over the pew to get at Isaiah. She was politely held back by Steel, who shook his head and looked, as apologetically as he could, given the armor, at Isaiah, who smiled.

It didn't take long for the group, with the wealth of knowledge that they had, to rig a kind of containment field for James and have the field transferred to the Cascade Building. There was no apparent indication that he was going to be able to reform himself any time soon, and the computers at the building would be able to monitor him, alerting everyone in case something were to happen.

Which meant that they could finally get to the task of setting everything straight in the Cathedral so a wedding could finally take place.
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The problem was that the Cathedral was a bit wrecked. There were at least three people worth over a billion dollars there, Christopher Chase, Alexander Burke, and Isaiah Muir, but even with immense wealth possessed by each man, there was only so fast that all of them could work to rebuild. It took time, like all things. Which meant that they had to find some other kind of solution and quickly. The bride’s make up was starting to wilt.

“What do we do?” Paul Matthews asked, as he slumped in the chair in the Cascade Building. “We were planning on having the reception here, but we don’t have enough time to convert this place into a wedding chapel.” He said, looking around at the people in the room. It consisted of Cap, Isaiah, Chase, Burke, Fury, Knubbly, and Carly. “Also, Carly, shouldn’t you be with Emma?” He asked.

“She made strangling noises and said something about why didn’t Knubbly bleed your brother out slowly and painfully.” Carly said. “I value self-preservation, so I left.”

“That was wise.” Paul replied. “You guys are supposed to be peerless tacticians and smart genius people.” He said before pointing at Burke. “He’s at least a smart ass. We’ve got to come up with something.”

“Have we checked with other churches in Metropolis?” Isaiah asked.

“Thought of that, but they’re all booked. I’ve got a great idea.” Burke said.

“No, you don’t.” Fury replied. He turned to Matthews. “Listen, I can solve this problem for you, but it’s going to cost you.” He said.

Matthews glared at Fury. “On my wedding day?” He asked. “You’re going to try to make some underhanded deal on my wedding day?” He asked.

Fury grinned. “I mean it all depends on if you actually want a wedding day.” Fury replied, knowing that he had Matthews there. The other man frowned and Fury’s grin widened. “How badly do you want to get shacked up with Stevens, Stretch?” He asked.

“I volunteer as tribute.” Burke said, raising a finger. “I just want it to be known.”

“I’ve got a better idea than Fury’s idea.” Isaiah said.

“You don’t even know what my idea is.” Fury said, looking at Isaiah with his one good eye.

Isaiah paused, thinking about it. “Actually, you’re right, I don’t. But I have a good feeling I can figure out what it is.” He said. “You want to volunteer the new S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier that Wayne Enterprises has been building for S.H.I.E.L.D. as a venue.” He said. “The surface area of the deck would fit everyone and would allow them to be married in the sky, so to speak.” Isaiah added. “What he’s going to ask for,” He said, turning to Paul, “is the right to be the one to marry you two, since he’s the captain of the ship and he has that power on the Helicarrier.” He said.

Fury’s face showed the surprise. “That’s very good, Muir.” He said. “You’re not just a pretty face.” He said.

“But I do have one.”

“So what’s your idea?” Paul interjected, before another pissing match derailed his wedding.

“Same as his idea.” Isaiah said. “But I haven’t given him ownership of the Helicarrier yet, so technically, I’m the captain. So I’ll marry the two of you. Since you’ll be one groomsman short now, I volunteer my boy hot wheels.” He said, and kicked Chris’ wheelchair, just to make sure everyone knew who he was talking about.

“Wait a sec-“ Fury started.

“Deal.”

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Isaiah stood at the head of the group of people.

“You couldn’t resist making this about you.” Christopher said from where he was in the bridal party now.

“Me?” Isaiah said crouching down next to Chase. “How did I make this about me? I made you my alternate.” He said, feigning confusion with what Chase had said to him.

“But now neither of us are able to…escort Diana through the party.” Christopher said.

Isaiah thought about it. “You know, that’s not actually true. You can’t anymore. You have an actual date.” Isaiah said, pointing over at one of Emma’s high school friends who was one of the bridesmaids. “My dance card has been freed up.”

“How is this not about you now?” Christopher asked.

“Happy coincidence.” Isaiah said. “Things change in the wind, my friend.” He snapped his fingers, reaching into his coat pocket. “Speaking of wind.” Isaiah, said, revealing a roll of 500 mph tape. “Fury was good for some duct tape. Totally worth the 1% discount I gave him on the Carrier.”

“What are you…I’m in a hoverchair.”

“Never can be too careful.” Isaiah replied, as he started duct taping Christopher to the deck of the Carrier. “I don’t want you blowing away in the wind. You’re frail. Cause you’re in a wheel chair.”

“Do you two ever act like adults?” Paul asked from where he stood.

“Not when we’re around each other.” Isaiah replied without hesitating. “We’re like annoying siblings. Except he eats his vegetables like he’s told to.”

Isaiah straightened as the Wedding March started to play over military grade loudspeakers.

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Christopher laid his head in his hand and mumbled something about giving a certain Dire Wolf some treats that would invoke a bad case of bowel issues to it, but shook his head because he couldn't do that to his pet. Although, he thought to himself with a slight smirk, he could have Krypto teach Shadow how to 'fetch' Isaiah's Batsuit and use it as a chew toy.
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Isaiah covered the microphone with his hand, before leaning in between the two people in front of him. “This is your last chance. You can still back out of this. There are better choices out there.” He said.

“Not for me.” Paul Matthews replied, his eyes fixated on Emma.

The other man rolled his eyes, sighing. “I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to her.” He said, turning and looking at Emma.

She glared back at him. “Is there ever a moment where you’re not thinking about yourself?” Emma asked him.

Isaiah cocked his head to the side. “Can’t think of one. Last chance, Emma. I own this boat. We can kick everyone off and go to Aruba. Just you and me.” He said.

“Shut up and do your job, Muir. I will break every bone in your body if you ruin this for me.” She said, lifting one of her hands. Both men watched as it slowly shifted to her organic metal form.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” Isaiah replied, leaning back up. “I have been informed that the couple has prepared their own vows. At this time, we will have the exchanging of the vows.” He said.

Knubbly walked up, holding out the two rings. Then Isaiah gave a pointed look at Paul to begin.

Paul cleared his throat and looked at Emma. “Emma Stevens-“

“Of the Cascade Building.” Knubbly chimed in, because he couldn’t help himself.

It helped to break the awkward tension, forcing a laugh from Paul and a smile from Emma. He started to slide the ring onto her finger. “Emma Stevens of the Cascade Building, I remember when we first met and every day after, because it changed my life. I can’t express the depth of my love for you. I can’t cram into those two words the feelings and the emotions that should be there.” He said. Matthews paused after this. “I can explain so many of the universe’s mysteries, so much of the science behind why the world works the way it does. But, I can’t explain how I feel about you. So I guess the vow I make here is that since words can’t demonstrate or prove it, I’ll demonstrate it and I’ll prove it every day for the rest of my life.” He said.

She fought back tears, because she knew she shouldn’t cry. But damn did Emma want to cry. She looked up at the sky, blinking, hoping that would work.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled, looking back down at Paul, as she took the other ring, sliding it onto his ring finger.

“Paul, you’re a gift. You’re a gift I never dreamed I could want or need and every day I will show you that you’re a gift that I deserve. You make me the best person that I could ever hope to be and I want to spend and learn and love the rest of my life with you.” She said. “Even though you run experiments that could blow us all up all the time. Even though you want all of our kids to be little superheroes running around with capes who all want to pilot the Millenium Falcon.” Emma said and then laughed. “I can’t believe I used the phrase ‘Millenium Falcon’ in my wedding vows.”

“Twice now, actually.” He replied.

“I can’t wait to see what the next step of our lives is and the journey that we’ll be on, because I know that we’ll be on that journey together, as a team.”

Isaiah waited for a few moments to pass, to ensure that both were done.

"Do you, Paul Nathaniel Matthews take-"

"I do." He said.

"Do you, Emma Stevens of the Cascade Building take-"

"I do."

“Then by the power vested in me, by myself,” He said, as both Fury and Chase rolled their eyes at the same time, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Matthews, kiss the bride.”

And he did just that.

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