I leaped up in the air over the Wendigo's charge, shooting it with my repulsor gun with beam after beam, scoring across its fur. It laughed, seeming reveling in the pain as it slammed into Creel. Creel took the charge with a bit of struggle, digging his heels into the ground as he flashed into a bluish-white and shiny metal I recognized as osmium.

A paper grocery bag of osmium would weigh as much as a car. Creel was a lot heavier than that.

He came to stop very quickly. The Wendigo reared back, swinging a claw at him, and Creel flashed into his vibranium form, the claws bouncing against Creel's body.

I landed on a bookshelf and kept shooting at the Wendigo's back, breathing and relaxing with every shot, though it was easy to hit such a big target. Portions of the Wendigo were sliced off with each shot, only for it to heal back instantly, leaving me growling in anger.

“It's just healing back!”

“Not for long!” Creel punched the Wendigo in the face, shattering its teeth and sending it back.

“Wen-digo,” the monster giggled, only to gasp when Creel stepped forward and uppercut it in the stomach with a left, following with a right cross to the creatures face.

The creature moved with sudden speed and wrapped a claw around Creel, spinning and tossing him aside.

“Shit!” Creel shouted, getting sent flying through the air like a cannonball, tearing through several tables and bookshelves, tumbling through the air.

The Wendigo turned to smile at me. “Wen-digooo.”

I glared, not willing to let this thing scare me and shot it in the chest from my spot on top of the bookshelves.

A shot in the chest did nothing but nudge the creature a bit while leaving a quickly healing wound. It smiled even wider, fangs flashing, then slowly walking towards me. It didn't move with the same speed as before, clearly wanting to enjoy this.

I rolled my eyes, going for bravado even as tension made my voice a little squeaky. “You really think I'm scared of you? Black Widow is scarier.”

Seriously. WAY scarier.

The Wendigo kept walking towards me as I shot it, barely moving as repulsor beams sliced off pieces of its body. I checked the Omnitrix. Still a solid red.

“Fine,” I said, glaring at my superpowered watch as it seemed to mock me with its red color. “I'll do it myself.”

The Wendigo swiped at me. I jumped over it with a yell that was part fear and part anger, flipping in the air and putting my rifle away to grab the Model 3. The handle attached to my wrist in mid-air, then snapped a blade outwards and around my wrist, becoming a sword. My other hand brought forth my shield in a smaller and more manageable form as I landed behind to Wendigo, staring up at it with a glare from beneath my helmet.

“Come on then asshole!” I yelled, trying to psych myself up to fight something twice my height.

The Wendigo spun and slashed at me with blinding speed. I barely blocked the attack on my shield and was sent flying across the floor with my feet skittering on the pavement until I hit a desk, shattering it. Still standing with my shield raised, I ducked under a blow from the Wendigo and slashed at its stomach with all of my suits speed, cutting a deep line into its gray underbelly that began to heal immediately. The Wendigo snarled, raising a fist up and swinging it down at me like a hammer. I spun away from the blow and swung my sword into that arm, slicing it off. As the arm went flying in a spray of red that soaked my blade and the Wendigo's fur, the creature screamed.

“WEN-DIGOOOOO!!!”

Howling in pain, it unleashed a blind swipe that sent me flying. I flipped through the air uncontrollably, my force-field barely holding after a Hulk level attack, then lost my shields completely when I slammed into the stone ceiling above with a cratering smash.

“Ahhhh!” I yelled. Groaning in pain, I stared down at the Wendigo, who was glaring up at me while his arm slowly grew back. Because of course, his arms could grow back. Oh, and it was licking at the blood pouring out of its still leaking arm because it was a freak. My HUD sent me damage reports, showing that several dozens of the catoms in my armor had been obliterated, but I could still fight. Growling, I pressed my feet against the ceiling as I began to fall and pushed off towards the Wendigo, activating my jumpjets to give me a boost. The Wendigo jumped up towards me.

I hit him sword first, slamming into his chest. It roared, spinning in the air to hold me close. We hit the ground hard, the Wendigo still impaled on my sword, but also on top of me. He pressed into me, clawing at my shield as I held it up, depleting my force fields and clawing at me.

“You smell like shit!” I yelled up at the musty creature.

“Wen-digo...” It leaned down and tried to take a bit out of my face, teeth scratching at my helmet. The movement of its jaws made my neck muscles hurt as it pulled at my head.

“Aaahhgh!!” I screamed in pain and fear, struggling with it, kicking at his thighs. I was breathing fast, my HUD sending me flashing alarms about the damage I was taking while my heartbeat skyrocketed with fear and adrenaline. “Get off of me!”

I let go of my shield, grabbed my handgun from my thigh holster, and pressed the gun to the creatures head, firing bullets at point blank range into his face, my helmet muffling the sound as the bullets hit the Wendigo. While the bullets bounced off his head, the Wendigo released my helmet from my jaws and rose off me with a whine of pain. My sword was pulled out of his chest with a 'Schlick' sound.

I rose up and kept shooting my handgun, putting it away once I was on my feet. I was panting hard as I rubbed at my helmet, wiping away his saliva. “You bastard.”

He smiled sadistically, scratching his claws at the floor.

Then Creel came in with a haymaker that sent the Wendigo back.

I fell to a knee, trying to catch my breath. “The hell took you so long!?”

Seriously, thank god my armor was so good. I could still fight, and the catoms were functioning, but fighting a Hulk strong monster is always a damn grating prospect.

“He threw me into another room!” Creel grumbled, stepping forward. “Why didn't you change into the tiger or something?”

“Because the Omnitrix is still-” I was cut off when it turned green mid-sentence. “Oh you did that on purpose,” I grumbled at the Omnitrix, opening it up as Creel hit the Wendigo with another punch. Then I found myself blinking at the hologram that popped up, flipping through the menu to confirm what I was seeing. “...When did I get these two!?”

“Hey!” Creel yelled, getting lifted and thrown.

I discarded the thought, flipping to one of the aliens. “Guess this guy's in theme,” I mumbled, pressing down on the Omnitrix. “It's Hero Time!”

Electricity surrounded my form. My muscles grew outwards, exploding. Growths similar to stitches appeared across my biceps, stomach, face, and back. Two large Tesla coil-shaped pillars of organic metal grew from my shoulder blades pointing straight up while another two grew out my lower back pointing at the floor as three smaller discs showed up on my stomach. My hair was still in a ponytail, but it had gotten longer, while my beard had gotten shorter. My skin changed to green as I rose to my full height, and I grinned.

“Frankenstrike!”

Green lightning fell from nowhere to hit the metal pillars on my body, sending a surge of power into my muscles and bones. I grinned, my green eyes flashing with lightning as I met eyes with the Wendigo while a surprised Creel looked on. When I spoke, it was in a voice tinged with lightning, reverberating from vocal cords that would have been considered damaged by human standards.

“You know what they say about he who fights monsters,” I raised a hand filled with electricity. “They become them!”

Green lightning flew from my hand to slam into the Wendigo, sending it back to hit the concrete walls behind it.

“Hey Creel?” I asked, walking up to him while electricity danced around my form. “Wanna try something cool?”

Still confused, he nodded.

The Wendigo, snarling with rage, struggled to rise, only to blink when he saw us.

Creel was grimacing in pain from where he was floating in a bubble of lightning but still managed a smirk in his metal form. I held him aloft on magnetic and electric power over my head, power flowing from the four metal Tesla type coil things on my back to hold Creel up. Green bolts surrounded us like a forest, and one crashed down in front of us.

“Might as well say it,” I said with a grin, raising my arms over my head as Creel curled into a ball. “Fastball...” I threw my arms down, the thrust them towards the Wendigo, launching Creel forward. Electricity flowed through me, gathering in my hands as I lowered my hands into a classic Kamehameha pose. “Railgun!”

Creel, held in a wave of electromagnetic power, disappeared in a blur. In science, electromagnetic weapons could launch metallic objects at speeds of up to Mach 8.8 with ease. Creel was too heavy for me to be able to do that without some prep time.

KABOOM!!!

That said, the sonic boom that sent me stumbling back was gratifying. But not as much as Creel embedded deep in the Wendigo's chest, blood pouring around his fists as they flew into a concrete wall and disappeared past it into another room, sending concrete dust everywhere. The force of the sonic boom destroyed even more tables and desks around us, sending wood, metal, plastic, paper, and glass flying in a circle away from all three of us.

I rushed after them and found they'd landed in a room full of old laboratory equipment. The Wendigo was rising up, three deep holes in its body that were healing more slowly than they had before.

“Yeah,” I said with a grin at the beast of sorcery. “Screw magic. Give me science any day.”

“WEN-DI-Oof!” Creel punched the Wendigo in the face, sending it back. Creel unleashed a series of quick and powerful blows, driving the creature back with sheer boxing technique alone. When the Wendigo swiped at him, Creel was forced to back off.

Then I blasted it with electricity. The spikes in its body gave me a perfect target, allowing me the attack it with all the lightning I had. I laughed as pure power filled my veins before flowing out and electrocuting my opponent. I let up to allow Creel to get some hits in, then blasted the Wendigo again. “It's alive!” I cried out, laughing in a voice of lightning and damaged vocal cords. “IT'S ALIVE! HAHAHAHA!”

Yeah, I've seen way too many movies. On the plus side, Bucky was going to love this.

The Wendigo roared, falling down to its knees and glaring at us despite the hundreds of thousands of volts burning its fur off, charring its flesh and leaving a smell in the air of burnt fur, ozone, and grilled meat. The creature roared once more, the sound somehow twisting like a scream, and scratched at the floor, trying to reach us. Portions of its face burned away, revealing a blackened skull, only to heal back again.

I stopped the electricity, and Creel stepped forward once more. He didn't let up this time. He gave the Wendigo a left, a right, then kicking it in the chest, hard.

The Wendigo fell on the floor. Creel and I stared at its silent form. Then, slowly, it struggled up again.

“Oh, come on!” Creel yelled, annoyed.

Seriously, if it wasn't for my advanced equipment, the Omnitrix, and Creel's powers, the Wendigo would have torn us apart with us being unable to touch it, and healing from anything that could injure it. As it was, we had one problem.

“What do we need to do to actually take this thing down without killing him?” I thought for a moment, staring at the large and furry bastard. The Wendigo was a monster, and I could tear it apart with Creel's help. But not without killing it. According to what little I knew about the Wendigo curse, it was also an innocent person, unable to fight against the things forcing it to attack. This wasn't the human's fault, all of this death. I wasn't willing to kill someone for the monster they'd been forced to turn into. Be a bit hypocritical of me... Then I came to a realization. “Creel, lead it out here!”

I turned and ran out of the hole Creel and Wendigo had created.

“How the hell am I supposed to- ah, hell with it!” Creel ran after me. “Come on, follow me you B movie reject!”

The Wendigo roared weakly, moving with less speed, but still chasing us. It giggled, spasming from the electric shock still running through it. Even then, I could still see the burns on its body were healing, and much more slowly than the other wounds had. I entertained the idea of simply burning it, either with electricity or by turning into Swampfire. But the goal wasn't to kill it. Waiting across it, Creel and I stood, both of us knowing the plan as we lingered near its former cage.

“Come on!” Creel roared, clapping hands of steel together. “Come on!”

“WEN-DIGO!” The monster cried in challenge, running towards us with the same surprising speed as before, it's eye glowing with rage.

Creel stepped forward, grunting as he turned into osmium to take the charge. I stepped forward and raised a massive fist enveloped in lightning, punching the Wendigo in the face. The giant creature stood up and swung its right claw, cutting into my chest and throwing me back. Creel kicked the Wendigo's leg, forcing it to kneel, only to get picked up. I wasn't sure how much Creel weighed in his osmium form besides a shit-ton, but the Wendigo still lifted him and threw him at me. I leaped over the form of my friend as he crushed the steel cage's bars. With a bit of concentration, my feet were magnetized to the side of the cage, allowing me to stand against the side of the bars like Spider-Man. The Wendigo stepped forward, clawing at me, but I leaped over his arm and punched him with an electro-fist again, giving him a cross, then an uppercut, before grunting when the Wendigo hit me back, sending me back into the cage.

The Wendigo came closer. Close enough that he couldn't run or escape.

I pushed my power into the cage, bending the bars with a crunch of steel and a buzz of electricity. The bars bent to my will as the Wendigo rushed us. Then Creel stepped past its swinging claws and grabbed the furred killers waist.

“Raagh!” Creel twisted his waist, throwing the Wendigo into the hole I'd bent into the cage.

As the Wendigo fell into the cage, I roared. “Raaaggggh!”

The cages bars bent back into position. The Wendigo, seeing it was back in its cage, panicked, rushing towards the still open door.

Creel walked around the cage as I stood on the top, watching the Wendigo desperately fit its head through the door... and nothing else. It scratched at the bars.

“Wen-digo, wen-digooooo!” he screamed, shoulders pressing up against the door.

“You've put on some weight,” Creel noted. “Bit bigger than the last time you were in there. That's the problem with over-eating. Can't move as well as you used too.”

With that, Creel transformed into a dark-colored metal and punched the Wendigo hard, forcing it back.

I tapped the Omnitrix symbol on my chest.

“Diamondhead!”

Now that the Wendigo couldn't simply leap away, I fired my crystals like bullets around the perimeter of the cage. They stabbed into the concrete and began to grow. The Wendigo, watching as crystals began to surround it, panicked, trying to jump away, only to bounce off the walls of the cage. I stumbled slightly but kept my focus.

“Wen-digooooooooo!” With that final howl, the cage was surrounded in solid crystals, trapped once and for all. I kept them going, digging under the cage until a large cube of blue-green surrounded it. The Wendigo could still be heard somewhat on the inside desperately trying to break through its new crystal cage with no success.

Once done, Creel tapped the crystal. “Nice.”

“Diamondhead construction, for all your indestructible building needs,” I quipped, dropping to the floor next to Creel.

“Maybe you should open with that next time?” Creel asked as I stood next to him.

“Did you see how fast that thing was?” I asked. “I had to contain it somehow. Besides, Frankenstrike did damn well.”

Creel nodded, though he did give me an odd look. “So... there are aliens that look like Frankenstein?”

“There are aliens that look like a lot of things,” I answered simply. “We'd be here all day if I named all of them.”

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Isabelle Hartley/Warrior

Isabelle watched as the Army roamed around, carrying blankets and helping people. It was only a few of them, those who had been on their way from the moment they'd attacked, and only enough to make sure things were clear. More people would be on their way soon, as well as medical and psychological help. A general, an older white man with dark blonde hair and brown eyes walked up to her and Sam.

“How the hell did you find these freaks?” The general asked bluntly.

Isabelle decided she didn't like him.

“Sir,” Sam said calmly, eyes narrowed. “These people were imprisoned. Tortured. And have been the subject of gruesome and illegal experimentation that had them in much worse states before you got here. They are not 'freaks', they are victims.”

The general stared at Sam, before grimacing. “Fine. But how did you find this place, anyway?”

“Classified, general,” Sam said, placing his hands behind his back. “We appreciate the assistance, and BRIDGE is sending people to aid in the transition. Please, tell your people to treat everyone kindly, and keep them from engaging with them until they can speak with therapists and BRIDGE personnel.”

The general growled, apparently angered at being dismissed, before turning to walk away briskly.

Sam sagged slightly once the general left, leaning in towards Isabelle. “I'm really not cut out for this.”

“You're doing fine,” Isabelle grinned, her helmet down so Sam could see it. “What, not having fun being Captain America's Protege?”

“Less protege, more punching bag,” Sam said, looking around. “We need to keep an eye out on these people, I think-”

“Falcon!” The comms said. “It's Mockingbird, can you send Warrior? We're in the right hallway from the elevator.”

Sam blinked. “Yeah, you need more reinforcements?”

“Well,” the sound of gunfire could be heard. “Just Izzy is fine. The boys are fighting the big one.”

Giving Isabelle a look of confusion that she returned, Sam gestured for her to go. “She's on her way.”

Isabelle ran out of the door, ducking around some of the still arriving army personnel, and activating her helmet. She moved as quickly as her superhuman armor and the tight hallway allowed, going into the indicated hallway and sprinting full speed.

As she heard bullets and explosions ahead of her, Isabelle reached for her Model 3, a short blade popping out of the handle. She noted the destroyed vault door on the floor, running over it and entering the room beyond, stopping only for a moment to stare.

“Robots,” Isabelle blinked. “Mack would hate this.”

Then she was ducking a slow punch at her head. Isabelle stabbed outward with her sword, slicing deep into the attacking drones heart, then blocking another drone's punch with her arm. She pulled her knife out of the first drones chest to stab the other in the head, sighing in satisfaction at finally fighting someone again.

“Hey!” Bobbi shouted. “Help Rhodey!”

Isabelle looked at Bobbi, who was shooting drones with her Model 2, which was shaped like a small submachine gun, next to Bucky, who was firing on something across the room. Isabelle gaped at it when she realized what it was.

A giant, tall machine was wrestling with War Machine, trying to fight the more advanced robot. Rhodey lifted the massive robot and tossed it back, shooting it once he had some room, but only putting holes in the Frankenstein-like combination of different robots. Isabelle sprinted forward, her Model 3 becoming a broadsword, and blocked the right arm, noting the sparking whip dangling from the forearm before she raised her broadsword and hacked down into it, slicing deep into metal and purple flesh. The robot reached its other hand to attack her when War Machine stepped in, flicking his hand.

A long blade made of catoms formed from the left arm bracer of War Machine. Rhodey blocked the left arm of the giant machine and punched his blade into his opponent's chest. The left arm sparked, trying to activate repulsors but not having the power to. Isabelle raised her sword once more and swung, removing the right arm of the robot.

A drone tried to attack her, but she kicked it back and decapitated it, grinning wildly. “Oh, this is just too fun!”

“Focus,” Bucky said, ripping the arm off a drone and firing automatic fire into the chest of another one.

Bobbi flipped over the attack of another robot, this one with pale green across the metal of its body, and fired her submachine gun into it before stabbing it in the chest with her baton.

Back with the massive robot, Rhodey pulled his sword out of its chest before swiping upwards, his sword slicing through metal and flesh to remove the other arm.

Isabelle sliced at the machine waist, grunting when she stopped halfway. She yelled out, pushing once more, and tore out the other side in a spray of green and purple blood and black oil that sprayed across the pair. The machine toppled over, legs kicking. Rhodey was sent back a step by one of the kicks, grunting at the impact. He raised his gauntlet, the sword poking out of it shining.

Suddenly all of the robots were falling to the ground, lights going out across the room.

“Drones disabled,” X said over the comms. “Thank you for your patience. Ivan Vanko had quite an interesting security system in place.”

Isabelle growled, kicking at the giant robot. “Damn it. Couldn't you have taken a bit longer?” Isabelle joked.

“That would have been inefficient. Plus, I pride myself on being good at this,” X said.

Isabelle sighed, swinging her sword to decapitate the now dead robot. “At least I got some kind of fight.”

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A group of HYDRA scientists and soldiers ran through their hallways, trying to escape as the sounds of the Wendigo battling their enemies echoed, running faster when the sounds stopped.

“You think they killed it?” A soldier whispered.

“Like hell,” another soldier whispered. “It must have killed them. We need to get out of here.”

“The exits not far,” one of the scientists whispered hastily. “We just-”

A blue blur sped into the hallway.

“Cont-” the soldier who had been yelling was punched by a tall man with silver skin.

In a few moments, the scientists were knocked out, leaving Fasttrack and Creel standing over them. Like that, it was over.