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Exodus smirked, “I’ll bet you handling the next shift rotations for all of Eurasia that someone is trying to kill someone when we get there.”

Now Doom smirked, “Exodus, you have a deal, and no dumping it on aides or department heads.”

“As if it would be anything else.”

“Well then, this way if you please.” With a swirl of green cape Doom walked out of his office and down the halls to one of his boardrooms, Exodus placed a hand on the bag at his side, then followed Doom. As they walked in they counted two people unconscious, three nearly there, five others at each others’ throats, and one person standing in a corner watching in amused silence.

“ENOUGH!!” All movement in the room ceased. Doom walked forward and quickly checked the two unconscious ones while Exodus quickly went over the barely conscious three. It took five minutes before everyone was sitting at the conference table, most of them nursing wounds and headaches that Doom and Exodus had refused to let them go get treated.

“I can count on one hand all the times in my life I have been this embarrassed.” Doom glared at each of his new Avengers in turn, his mechanical eyes boring into them. Only two managed not to shiver. “You all are some of he best in your fields yet you are no better then petulant little brats! I pick you to form possibly the most elite group of peace-keepers yet you can’t even lay eyes on one another without starting a fight! WHAT!”

Exodus placed his elbows on the table next to his black bag, placing his chin on his black-gloved hands as he stared at the black haired teen who was getting the full of one of Doom’s better death glares.

“Well, sir, with all due respect, we didn’t have any idea as to why we were here, and still don’t have much, and before you brought us all together you should have made sure there wouldn’t be any problematic history or personality combinations.”

Doom fumed but before he could form a reply Exodus stood up. “Well said,

young Canders. Oh, and Victor, I’ll make the arrangements for you to handle all of Eurasia’s next shift appointments.” If Doom’s face had still been flesh it would have been a truly shocking shade of red.

“Lord Exodus, thanks to you people I stopped being young a long time ago, and I have a truly hectic schedule so if you and Lord Doom are done with your little games I’d appreciate getting back to it.”

Exodus smiled slightly. “Now, Canders, your schedule is being taken care of even as we speak, and I am shocked, Victor, that you didn’t even tell these fine people as to why they are here.”

Doom glared at him. “Exodus, I felt it best to maintain certain security

procedures in light of what we were discussing earlier. Now, before we get any further, I believe introductions are in order?” Doom motioned to the vacated seats and Canders sat down, while Exodus just waved his hand.

Doom glared at him again.

“People, welcome to the first meeting of the Avengers.” He was met with a variety of faces and the amount of shock in several of them allowed him to regain some of the pride he had lost in the bet with Exodus.

“As you are aware from the announcement made near a year ago, I have chosen to create a new team of heroes who will avenge the wrongs committed on society, who will avenge those placed lower by others. A list of worthy candidates for so difficult a mission was given to me and Exodus by a worried deity, Thor, God of Thunder. If any of you meet him, which I’m sure some of you will, take care not to anger him. It has taken me a year but I have narrowed down the list of candidates he provided to you eleven. You are the most capable and the most ready, despite some of your ages. Now for those of you who do not already know or hate each other, allow me to make introductions, stand up when called.”

Doom pointed to the black haired teen who challenged him.

“Canders Mitchell,” the boy flipped him off as he stood. His black hair

looked greasy like he hadn’t washed it in a while, and his brown eyes seemed to bore a hole right through him.

“Raben Ulgrad, Lightstrike.” Doom smiled as much as he could as he looked across the table to where the pure white teen looked like he was going to be sick. The teen stood up, and Doom could see small bursts of energy as white as the boy start to jump around the nervous teen. Doom was certain that if the kid had irises in those white eyes of his they would be huge. His white hair seemed to froth around his head, blending with the light around him while his white skin seemed to throw all the light in the room back at his eyes.

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