POV Clint Barton
I had been sent all around the world on missions others seemed suicidal. Some called me an idiot for using a bow in my ops.
But life had settled I had my wife I had my kids. But I always have pick up that God damn phone. Nick Fury I had worked for the man for my entire adult life and I owned him a lot and I always came in when he asked.
Even after getting mind controled and injuries to my back. I still came I mean after all it was just supposed to be a normal baby shower. imagine something in my life being normal.
The god damn God of war a actual god not just some alien with power beyond all my bow can handle.
The worst part is we believed the god of war that's right war a good guy and folled his plan. So we went to the heart of the earth if you could believe that. We had to fight these weird men that could only be described as moleman and the rest weren't much better. There were rock people and get this lava men
Non the less I still set to attack with my bow. I hit header after header. When one got too close I made sure they didn't. It was all working with support from Arden and Hulk their numbers fell quickly. We were winning even after Aries split to go retrieve the heart all by himself.
And just as expected of this God war it was deceitful. My life was nothing if not eventful. I know as my world seem to slow I saw it being you're blue shoot towards me. It happened like they say you watch your whole life flash before your eyes. But this didn't end like the movies.
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The next time I awoke I was in the biggest scrap yard imagined. The only sign of life was a city in the distance with a shining Tower in the center.
Naturally I went to civilization. My only problem being a language barrier. I had been stranded times before. It always seemed that Natasha was more skilled at adapting to a new country.
All the same this was not a new country this was a new planet and from what all I could see it was full of trash. And there were several wormholes spewing out more of it by the minute.
When I first received my training and they saw the talent I possessed after the circus. I still did wonder where my brother was today. I know I could have asked Fury and he could have located them. it just didn't seem so important.
never did I imagine all that training all that experience. Would only be used for petty thievery. With no way to communicate I had to steal to survive and it seemed they noticed. This night was different I had finally managed to make it into the arena as a spectator. There was supposed to be a big fight today.
[The next part will be mostly unable to be understood by Hawkeye]
"Tonight is the big night we have two mighty challengers in the left corner with eight wins under his belt in a remarkable zero losses Vitality"
"Now in the right corner we have the mighty Frost Giant with four wins and zero losses"
Well a few things I had picked up were numbers and based on the stats and seems this Vitality would be the winner.
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The battle started fast. Vitality quickly made a black greatsword and jumped off of it, getting around 15 feet away as he split into three.
One of the three made another greatsword, throwing it above the giant's left knee. This time, however, the giant could actually keep up and attempted to swat the sword out of the way.
Another one of him stood on top of a bo staff, jumped up on the greatsword, sending it lower enough to direct the sword toward the knee and keep it out of reach of the incoming arm.
Off to the side, the last clone shifted colors from deep green to a shade of blue. Not only that, his skin turned to a pale gray. Suddenly, the giant, preparing for the strike incoming for his head, put his hands on his ears, although nobody else could hear what was making him feel so displeased.
Vitality, launching towards the giant's chin, struck with a giant gauntlet around his arm, sending the giant sprawling back.
Purple ninja stars developed in the Vitality who was still in midair as he threw them towards the giant. Although it was not as noticeable to most people, Vitality gained more stamina after they landed.
Soon after landing on the ground, the giant, seemingly stunned, let out a shrill scream unbecoming of such a mighty behemoth.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Not only did this Vitality have the ability to split I don't even know how many times he could make weapons from thin air, including ninja stars that seemed to restore energy.
The applications seem infinite if applied correctly. He also seems to have a second form that purple man one meaning there may even be a third or a fourth with different powers.
With this in mind, I fully intended on making friends with this champion.
Over the next few days, I tried to get close to Vitality. I observed his routines, his interactions, and looked for any opportunity to make contact. Eventually, I managed to get a message to him through a series of gestures and drawings. He seemed intrigued by my persistence and allowed me to approach.
We began to communicate through a mix of gestures and shared experiences in the arena. I shared stories of my battles, and he seemed to understand the essence of what I was conveying. Our bond grew stronger as we trained together, exchanging techniques and learning from each other.
However, our growing camaraderie did not go unnoticed. The Grandmaster, ever the manipulative overseer, saw an opportunity to add more excitement to his games. He had me captured and brought before him.
"Ah, the archer from another world," he said with a sly grin. "You've shown remarkable resilience and adaptability. I think it's time you join our little contest."
Before I could protest, I was fitted with a control disk and thrown into the arena as the newest champion.
Now, I must fight not only for survival but also to find a way to outsmart the Grandmaster and escape this twisted game.
My first plan was simply just just to sow discord. It was harder due to the control disk but I was able to influence a few people.
Hardest of which were other arena participants due to the control disk and other factors they often would rather stay than risk going against The grandmaster.
For the next month Vitality and I became good friends and also the two most prominent champions.
Turns out that Vitality isn't very normal.
He is what's called a Manifested a being created by a manifestor. Manifesters are basically Gods of creation and life they just require a conduit called manifestri Stone. This was important because his creator had made him a manifestor as well. He brought something incredible a orange and yellow Manifestri and with two combined. Vitality and I worked tirelessly to create a weapon for me.
The yellow create basic objects that could be used in everyday life. Orange on the other hand created things of technology. It was of course going to be a Bow.
I started simple with just my design from Shield sketched out but that's one Vitality told me that the limit was only imagination. So I thought why limit myself to a normal bow. So I let the bow have different forms like Vitality. I also made sure I got a suit along with it. And a drawstring dial of up to 500 lb. The quiver was the most complicated of the bunch.
Quiver became basically a mini factory constantly producing arrowheads the only thing that was really required was the shaft of the arrows. We fixed by its ability to turn waste into proper materials.
For the next 2 months I trained to master my new weapon but I wasn't fast enough. Before I could do much of anything to the Grand Master his plans or otherwise I was sold to another empire.
The only hope I had was that Vitality could go back to his manifestri form a simple Gray diamond.
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POV Kree general
Hala had always been my home and I never saw any wrong in how we were treated. But as I heard the message of the revolution over and over I started to see it time and time again
I Was tired, tired of the lies the injustice. I was ready to change. So I investigated a Incoming shipment of slaves and experimental subjects. There was word there was a new shipment.
So I got word to Mumen Rider through a roundabout way. We were planning to attack in three days.
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POV: Satoru (Mumen Rider)
The message was clear: innocent lives were in danger. I couldn't ignore it. I rallied a small team of like-minded members of the revolution, and we set our sights on the Kree facility.
The night of the assault, we moved swiftly. The facility was heavily guarded, but our determination was stronger. We breached the perimeter and fought our way through.
In the holding cells, we found them dozens of captives, including Clint Barton. He was battered but alive. As we freed the prisoners, Clint looked at me and said, "I never thought I'd be rescued by a guy on a bicycle."
I smiled. "Justice takes many forms."
With the captives safe, we made our escape. The revolution had begun, and I knew this was just the start.