Neo Marvel: God Puncher #1

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Queens, 2066

The skies above had the slight buzz of the iron drones patrolling the city of New York with their replicate arc reactors blue glow being camouflaged from the azure horizon. Many citizens of the area were initially concerned with the idea of police officers having access to the same kind of technology that one of the most premier superheroes of the 20th and 21st century had but the non-lethal technology gained popularity as alternatives to firearms on the ground. While some had seen the effect change their community first hand, Claire was not one of those individuals who would rather drown out the noise with iced coffee she thought was certainly taking years off her life. The winter chill was the only thing distinguishing itself clearly inside the coffee shop with all the smells and chit chat blending into one another making it near impossible to pick out individual bits of anything that was happening.

Even though the low temperature of both the air and the drink were not ideal mates it gave the necessary serotonin boost to get through the day which was quickly not going to be enough once her older brother walked into the door. A big muscular oaf that was less graceful than a bull in Chinatown, Michael would always have a way of attracting attention when it wasn’t wanted. The talk of the shop shifted from whatever mundanities had been discussed before that of a minor celebrity being present at such a local institution while he walked past the patrons taking pictures to sit next to his sister.

“Sister, I never expected to run into you here!” Michael said as Claire brushed her blonde hair out of her face and took off her sunglasses to meet her brother's eye to eye.

“You know for a fact that I come here almost every other day, what do you want?” Claire asked bluntly as her brother chortled.

“Acting as if I have the memory to recall such things,” Michael said as a waitress came by and dropped off his black coffee in front of him. “I do love ordering ahead.”

“Are you going to answer my question?” Claire asked adding emphasis on the going to as Michael’s expression shifted from a jovial spirit to a slightly more apprehensive one.

“You know that father has been attempting to call you for quite some time now but it doesn’t seem like your returning any of them, why is that?” Her brother asked her as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Whatever dad wants isn’t my problem he has enough yes men in his life to fill any void he has,” Claire responded as Michael sighed.

“I’m not saying he was perfect but he is still our father and your keen intellect would be appreciated,”

“I don’t care, unless you have something else for me I’d recommend that you leave before I get angry and send you to Asgard,” Claire threatened as Michael took one final sip of his drink. Immediately phones began to ping with an emergency response indicating that a supervillain threat was rampaging in Manhattan and for people to evacuate surrounding areas immediately. Being far away from this danger, most of the patrons went about their routine with Michael and Claire meeting eye contact again after reading the message themselves.

“Interested in doing some sibling bonding then?” Michael asked through his smile as Claire looked down once again at her phone to see images of the damage being done in the city. After one quick sigh, a giant gulp of her iced coffee, and cracking her neck Claire snapped her fingers causing both her and her brother to disappear off to live up to their father’s legacy.

Manhattan

It had just started to snow as Galan finished stuffing his shoes with more newspapers to better insulate his feet from the cold and moisture. As print media was beginning to die off finding paper to replace socks became more and more difficult for someone who had no source of income aside from the generosity a random passerby would give him. Donations, however, would not pay the metaphorical bills so he relied primarily on his simple request written down on his sign. $5 to kick your @ss stated plain and simple with it attracting men bursting with enough machismo to drip out of their body or feeling like it would impress someone they were with or simply as an excuse to be able to burn off steam by beating up on a homeless person.

Luck had just struck in his favor as a giant of a man approached up to Galan and looked down at him while he sported a giant fur coat with a man in one of his arms and a woman in the other. His smile revealed a set of rubies where his teeth should be and the glasses he wore let people in to see how cold his silver eyes were. Kneeling to be eye level with Galan who was sitting back against a building while holding his sign, the man snapped his fingers with the woman next to him taking a vape out and handing it to him where he took a giant breath in and blew smoke right into Galan’s face.

“So am I reading the deal here correctly?” The man asked as he grabbed the sign from Galan and stood back up. “Only five dollars for you to put me in my place shrimp?” Galan was by no means small but a diet consisting mostly of spoiled milk and dumpster found big mac remains was not giving him the nutritional value he needed to be as bulky as the man who was at the least seven and a half feet tall.

“That’s what she wrote,” Galan responded as he stood up and brushed some crumbs off of his shirt and unkempt beard before looking dead into the man’s eye moving slowly into a fighting position as the man took off his fur coat and did the same revealing a set of golden muscles looking more like pure bronze than human flesh. Just as the man was about to throw a punch a figure like that of an adult man crashed straight into the mini giant sending both of them flying straight through the side of a building leaving Galan and the man’s escorts completely baffled. As the three of them turned their attention to that of the newly made hole in the wall all that could be seen was the bronze looking man to be knocked out cold completely and the other man to be getting up while holding a sword in his hand. Without hesitation, the man leaped out of the hole and went through the trio to return fighting with what could only be described as the Norse god Thor dressed up in a pirates outfit having the long golden hair in conjunction with a cutlass and an eyepatch with only a talking parrot missing from the attire.

Both of the men clashed their blades together causing a shockwave around them to form with lightning resonating off of the pirate Thor and forming into bolts that were being shot out all around as another girl who was dressed up in gothic attire was waving her hands around catching each of the bolts of lightning in bubbles that froze them in place. With each clash of the two men, the intensity of the fight ramped up with the two escorts fleeing into safety and the man in the wall waking up only to pretend that he is unconscious to avoid getting caught up in the superhuman squabble before him. It’s not as if Galan was shocked in the slightest, just looking at the two fightings off the swashbuckling Asgardian gave them away as Michael Stark and Claire Blackheart the two children of Iron Man whose image was paraded around the city for his investment into the NYPD with all of his iron drone armor sets. Despite the ferocity at which Michael was fighting his foe it was clear to any fighter that Michael was struggling to keep up with one powerful swing of the cutlass disarming him on the spot leading to a nasty shock going through his body as the pirate Thor wedged his cutlass into the man’s shoulder.

“Arr, ye think that because your father helped clone me that you would be able to take me down? I ought to make ye walk the plank!” Pirate Thor screamed as he punched Michael up into the air where he was caught in the same bubble that stopped the lightning in its tracks. Claire floated down in front of the rampaging beast with two glowing sigils emanating off of her palms.

“Ragnarok I need you to think about what you’re doing here, you may have been tortured with your upbringing but even you must understand that you’ve been reprogramed you are not a pirate!” Claire said as the cyborg lunged at her with a force field protecting her from the electric blade. With the cutlass lifted straight above him, Ragnarok put every ounce of his strength into breaking the barrier before him only for another force to knock him off of his feet and send him crashing down into the asphalt. Both Claire and Ragnarok looked to see what this figure was to be met with a homeless man wearing only one shoe to be tackling this threat into the ground with a blast of lightning from the cyborg doing nothing. Galan stood there shifting his body weight atop of his enemy as the blast fried off most of his clothing but left him unharmed which was only from the grace of God that Galan not being able to fight that other man before saving the day here.

What followed next could only be described as an absolute beat down with Galan reigning down a series of punches to the pirate costumed villain leading to blood and circuits propping out of his opponent's face. Even with punches from Ragnarok making contact with Galan’s body and face the blows kept on coming in a never-ending barrage for a few more moments until all that was left was Galan covered in red and black liquid while the cyborg Ragnarok powered down after too much excess stress was put upon the unit's body. Looking around Galan realized that everyone was watching him from behind cars and rubble that were being used as makeshift barricades. Civilians, iron drones, the now released Michael, Claire, and multiple filming onlookers stood there in shock as all of the shockwaves from the short fight had subsided and the snow began to fall back down upon the New York ground.

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#2 wildvine  Moderator

I'm sorry but I have to say this-- You are missing a lot of commas. I wasn't going to say this in your Corrupted story, but no one else was going to say it, and it is very noticeable to me.

Having said that, the story itself is interesting. If this is your Iron Age reboot than points for some creativity here.

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@wildvine: thanks for the note! I'll be more conscious about that in the future. Not a reboot but that series was an inspiration for certain parts of what I got here.

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