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[color=silver][sup][i]"It's mine.... Not yours..."[/i][/sup][/color][/CENTER]

Captain Marvel had quickly been making a reputation for himself around New York. With that successful rescue of the L-Train after his fight with Boyd, as well as him quickly becoming a symbol of equal rights when he was seen beating a man who was yelling racial slurs. An internet meme of [i]"Be A Marvel! Punch A Racist!"[/i] was going cult in a few forums. Of course, Bailey didn't particularly care about all that. He was in it to do good in the city. You know, it took a little getting used to, but Bailey was really starting to get the hang of all of this not living in a facist dystopia thing and boy did it feel good. Sure, there were a couple of loudmouths on the TV... And that couple a few units down from them in F.E.A.S.T. that were constantly using the M word. Much to Christina's chagrin, he hadn't punched them for clout.

School had started and now he was going to Empire State Elementary. Luckily, having friends in high places allowed him to get some good fake ID's to pass as a kid. He was meeting kids his own age. Of course, kids his own age were cruel and unusual. He had mostly been homeschooled for the majority of his life, Mom didn't believe in the state education, but Empire State is where Christina had gone and Mr and Mrs Xu had been very clear that his education came first. Of course, they didn't know that he literally had the Wisdom of Solomon drip-feeding him answers. He was beginning to notice that some of the powers were beginning to seep into his non-powered form. This was mildly alarming as he was afraid they might subsume his personality, but then again, the Wizard said there were trials that had to be taken. Maybe figuring this out was one. Ironically, those were the only answers that Solomon wasn't drip feeding him.

He was finally starting to explore this NEW New York. Lots of Heroes congregated here. Not unusual, same as the one he remembered, although now things were different. It was mostly hope that filled the air, rather than despair. He was tempted to look up some of his old Superhero buddies from before, but was kinda afraid they would be put off by them not recognizing him... Or more terrifyingly, the concept that they ACTUALLY did recognize him. He wondered how the Morlocks in the sewers were doing? How were Reed and Susan doing? T'Challa and Ororo? He had had wonderful adventures with all of them and then he didn't exist anymore... He hadn't read anything about any of them and was a bit too terrified to do so, in case he learned that they were wiped out too... Or even killed. Maybe even before they got the chance to be heroes... Nope, Schrodinger's Reed Richers (As Reed had once called the concept). Better to leave him as a possibility than learn he was just a bag-boy working at the local K-Mart.

As Bailey got back to F.E.A.S.T. and schlept over to his bed before falling face first into it, he heard Christina come by to call to him. [color=ed1c24]"Come on, Bail, we've got a keep to earn."[/color] Bailey sighed into the muffled donated blankets before getting up and going to grab a mop from her.

All things considered... Life was good.

As Bailey and Christina were helping around F.E.A.S.T. with their usual jobs, little did they know that mystical eyes were watching. From a nearby rooftop, Kurt Flipots sat watching the pair through a scrying spell he was casting using his Banjo. The guy who gave it to him had told him repeatedly. [i]"Do NOT stay too long in New York, there are strange magics there that may not take kindly to our presence."[/i] But he had just taken on one of the strongest heroes in the world and royally beaten him senseless. Sorcerer's, Warlocks, Wizards, Druids, what did he have to worry about. Strumming his banjo, he watched, waiting for his next move. [color=a2d39c]"Dammit, i used to be a sombodeh."[/color] He grunted, getting up and strumming a few chordes. [color=a2d39c]"Grand Cyclops... Head of the Silver Legion Band..."[/color] He groaned. [i][color=a2d39c]"TIE A YELLAH RIBBON AROUND THE OL' OAK TREE!!!"[/color][/i] He looked in to the scrying spell and watched as Bailey and Christina seemed to be racing each other with mops around the floor. [color=a2d39c]"Look at him. Strong Celtic boy with just some little... like her..."[/color] He threw his head back in anger. [color=a2d39c]"Poor boy..."[/color] He sighed. [color=a2d39c]"No mamma or pappy to teach him where he comes from. That he is superior to that little... Gad dammit, if i only had the power..."[/color] He stopped for a second. [color=a2d39c]"I do have the power. And that old bastard that's training him has got more in that big ol' stick..."[/color] He looked over the city towards General Techtronics tower. [color=a2d39c]"And the Worm has got even more in that big ol' cauldron... Yeah, with all of that, there'd nary be a single one of them... or... to challenge me. I could have it all, and the worm would never know until it's too late."[/color] He giggled sadistically. As he did so, he barely noticed the light that seemed to have found him. An eerie dim glow as if an old street lamp.

He stamped his foot down on the ground. [color=a2d39c]"OOP! SORRY FELLA, DIDN'T SEE YA THERE! [color=f26522]I[/color] could have it all... Nay, i [color=f26522]SHOULD[/color] have it all, i'm doing the work, [color=f26522]i[/color] deserve the glory!"[/color] He strummed out a few more chordes. [i][color=a2d39c]"On the heath, there blooms a lil floret..."[/color][/i] He cooed as he took a few more steps. [color=a2d39c]"Yeah, with the Banjo, the stick and the whatever he's got cooking back there... [color=f26522]I[/color] could be invincible... It could all be [color=f26522]mine[/color]... MINE"[/color] He walked back a few paces [color=a2d39c]"After all, there's that ol' saying, what's yours is [color=f26522]mine[/color]..."[/color] A mad grin smeared across his face, as he did so, his eyes began to glow orange. [color=a2d39c]"And what's [color=f26522]mine[/color] is [color=f26522]Mine[/color]... It's [color=f26522]Mine[/color]... It's [color=f26522]Mine[/color]... It's [color=f26522]Mine[/color]... It's [color=f26522]Mine[/color]...[/color] [color=f26522]It's Mine..."[/color] He then looked back at the images of the pair laughing. [color=f26522]"Not yours..."[/color] He reached out his hand as a Orange glowing ring slipped onto his finger.

[color=a0410d]"KURT FILPOT! YOU'RE ALL MINE!!!"[/color]