Other from the Mashed Up Origin Universe are below:
Winter Soldier:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-winter-soldier-668997/
Thor:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-thor-669004/
Fantastic Four:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-fantastic-four-669169/
Ms Marvel:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-ms-marvel-674174/
Ghost Rider:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-ghost-rider-674739/
Juggernaut:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-juggernaut-673025/
The Defenders:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-the-defenders-675722/
Nova:http://www.comicvine.covine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-the-punisher-1545045/#2
Elektra Natchois the Sorceress Supreme: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-elektra-natchios-sorceres-1545550/#3
Deadpool:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-deadpool-1550182/#0
Spider-Man http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-spider-man-676331/
The Lizard: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-the-lizard-1545595/
Doctor Octopus:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-doctor-octopus-1550187/#9
Lord Doom: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-lord-doom-1545900/
Quasar:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-quasar-1546754/m/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-nova-675040/
Power Man:http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/mashed-up-origin-power-man-674946/
Iron Fist: http://www.comicvine.com/forums/fan-fic-8/marvel-mashed-up-origins-iron-fist-1543904/
Punisher: http://www.comic
**
Ryker’s Island
“Baker! William!” barked the prison guard. “I aint got all day!”
“I don’t care if you call yourself Victor Von Doom!” retorted the guard shoving a stack of clothes into his gut. “You made parole. Get dressed.”
Marko felt like giving the guard a knuckle sandwich or three but held it in. He took his meagre possessions and went to the corner of the room to get changed into his dirty green striped shirt and brown pants.
“Bus leaves in ten minutes ladies!” yelled the guard running his nightstick along the bars.
**
Flint sat at the bar drinking in total violation of his parole conditions. He didn’t care. A man sat down next to him. Flint eyed him up and down.
“You Toomes?” asked Flint.
“Yes.” The old man hissed quietly.
“So what do you want?”
The old man looked at Flint and smiled “Straight to business then. I believe my business partner is stealing from me. I need you to find out.”
“Why not just ask him?” suggested Flint finishing his beer and motioning for another. “Or hire a private investigator.”
“If it were that easy Mr Marko, I wouldn’t have bribed the parole board to get you out, now would I?” Toomes rasped “A gin and tonic, no fruit.”
The bartender nodded as he replaced Marko’s drink and floated away to make the new one. Flint smiled “So how badly do you want him hurt?”
Toomes waited as his drink was set before him. His slightly shaky hand took up the drink and he slurped it. “Ahhh. Don’t kill him. But if he should break a few bones, lose some teeth.”
Flint held out his hand and Toomes went to shake it. Flint pulled back and leant in to the old man’s face “Money. old man. I don’t do this for free.”
Toomes looked back a little shocked. He fumbled for an enveloped in his jacket pocket which he slapped in Marko’s hand. “Half now, half when it’s done.”
Flint snatched the envelope and headed for the door “See you here on Friday, you crooked old buzzard.”
**
Gregory Bestman flew across the office and out the window into the workshop floor as Flint Marko stalked after him. He tried to get up but Marko’s large boot slammed into his ribs.
“Now, a little birdy tells me you’ve cookin’ the books,” said Flint as he held up a fistful of papers “And from what I can see here, the birdy was right.”
“W-wh-whatever Adrian is p-paying you,” coughed Gregory “I’ll double it!”
Flint grabbed the petrified business man by the collar and yanked him to his feet. “Really?”
“Y-yes.”
Flint smiled “We may have ourselves a…what is that?”
Gregory craned his neck to the harness that Adrian had been working on. “It’s a prototype wingsuit that we’ve been working on.”
Flint’s eyes lit up at the avian styled mechanical harness “Well, it’s mine now.”
Gregory was about to argue but seeing the maniacal look in Flint’s eyes, and the fact he was mid process of beating him to a pulp decided it wasn’t worth arguing with him. He sighed “Take it. But you’ve got to get rid of Toomes for me.”
**
Flint Marko hovered over the George Washington Bridge, Adrian Toomes in his grasp. The old man had called him so many names as he’d flown him over the city that he decided he was going to drop the cantankerous old bastard into the Hudson.
“Any last words?” sneered Flint as he dangled the man like a marionette.
“You vulture! You dirty animal! You stole my harness! You scum!” ranted Adrian trying to fight him.
Flint nodded “Pot calling the kettle black old man.” And with that he dropped him. Adrian screamed all the way down hitting the water which had the same consistency as concrete.
“Vulture,” mused Marko as he admired the suit.
**
Vulture's & Sandman's origin are here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vulture_(comics)
and here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandman_(Marvel_Comics)
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