Sometimes, heroes are busy. Sometimes, heroes pass. That rings true, even for the mightiest of heroes. Let's face it, the Avengers, the Earth's Mightiest Heroes, aren't going to be around forever.
When the time comes to pass the torch, the new gener...
Valeria Richards cautiously walked down the streets of Doomstadt, Latveria. Sure, she's no stranger to the capital of this small country, but it's been a while since she was inside the walls. The city was exactly as she remembered it, so she had no problems finding her way.
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She eventually found her way through the city and up a large hill, standing in front of the doors of a large castle. The old bricks remained in pristine condition, despite the age of the building. As she raised her hand to knock on the large, wooden doors... she hesitated.
Would she be welcomed in? What would he say to her? It's been a long time since she saw her good friend, hell, the man she considered her brother. Valeria reached a hand up to her ear, hearing a beep as her comm came to life. "Fury," she spoke into it, glancing around her to make sure no one was listening in. "This is Valeria. Approaching the package now."
"Copy that, Valeria." The voice coming through Valeria's comm was gruff, belonging to a man who had seen more than his fair share of wars. Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. "Report back when the package is secure."
"Roger. Valeria out." Valeria shut off her comm as she looked back at the large door. She took a deep breath before she reached forward and knocked, the old wood creaking under the pressure of the girl's knuckles rapping against it.
A few moments of silence passed as Valeria's mind and gaze began to wander, drifting back to her younger days being raised by the ruler of this nation. Her gaze snapped back as she heard the wood creak and groan as the large doors opened.
The figure on the other side of the door, masked and adorned in silver and green, began to speak. "What business do you have with-" He stopped when he saw the girl who knocked. "Ah. It's been a long time, Valeria."
Valeria smiled lightly. "Hello. I'd like to see my uncle please."
The Doombot stepped back, gesturing for Valeria to come inside. "Right this way." Valeria stepped into the castle, the stone walls and floors dimly lit by torchlight. Green and gold banners adorned the walls, bearing the insignia of Latveria front and center. Walking through the maze-like hallways, Valeria was able to peer into open rooms, seeing prison cells, some empty and some occupied, workshops, and large machines.
The throne room was expansive, seeming to swallow up the dim lighting. The Doombot's metallic frame clanged against the stone floor as it led Valeria further into the room. Sat in a throne at the far end was a man with similar attire to the Doombot leading Valeria. Similar, yet different. The silver armor was accented by a green robe, golden clasps holding a fur cape in place, all of it completed with a brown leather belt. His form was slouched over, his right arm propped up on the throne, his chin resting in the palm of his hand.
