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Marvel: Early Retirement

by Spyguy

Mar 3, 2019 at 4:34am 

This one's based on a "What If" idea that I think originated in the old yahoo groups forum way back when? 
Basically the conceit was that Captain Marvel vanished only to turn up as an old lady at an intergalactic nursing home, which turns out to be a trap to steal the youth of numerous Marvel heroines. Hopefully the original creatives don't mind if we all run with it for a bit? 

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When the all female team known as A-Force received the strange transmission claiming aliens had located their missing teammate, no-one knew what to expect.

Carol Danvers-- Captain Marvel-- had been assisting in the resettlement of an extrasolar colony when she suddenly vanished without a trace. After two months of searching starways, space stations, and other dimensions, no one had turned up anything. Even She-Hulk, A-Force's current leader, began to doubt she'd ever see her friend again.

Upon receipt of the transmission, She-Hulk and a team of A-Force's finest-- including Spider-Woman, Black Widow, Medusa, Spectrum and Dazzler-- set off in a S.W.O.R.D. issue shuttle, hyper jumping to a faraway world on the other side of the galaxy. There, they found a peaceful planet with warm temperatures, pink beaches, and a state of the art relaxation facility inhabited entirely by elderly aliens from across the cosmos. Welcomed by the center's attractive, purple skinned head nurse, the heroes were quickly scanned by the facility's automated systems and led to a room overlooking the water.

"We just found her wandering on the beach one morning. No idea how she got here, poor thing," the nurse explains sadly, placing her hand over a door lock. "Time withers the best of us. Even a Kree/Human hybrid such as your friend."

Inside, an elderly woman sits snoring lightly in an idling hover chair, clad in a cozy red and blue housecoat emblazoned with a stitched gold Hala Star, symbol of the Kree empire. The nurse gently pats the snoozing old woman on the shoulder. "Miss Danvers? Your friends have come to pick you up!"

"Mmm?" the woman's weathered eyelids slowly open as she smacks her thin lips. She brushes some white hair out of her eyes with a wrinkled hand and squints at the shocked A-Force members. "Oh my. Why aren't you a colorful group of young ladies. Do I know you? My memory isn't what it used to be they tell me, but at my age what is?"

She-Hulk stares, slack jawed, at her once strong, blonde, and clear eyed friend, now reduced to a bent and wrinkled old biddy. Behind the group, the alien nurse smiles, briefly flashing a menacing set of pointed teeth. One youth drain was all well and good, but an entire team? This was going to be fun!

TO BE CONTINUED....

Post by spyguy on Mar 3, 2019 at 5:36am

Having found their comrade transformed from senior officer to senior citizen, the women of A-Force decided it was in their best interest to try and figure out what happened to Captain Marvel in the hopes of somehow returning the stolen youth to the withered hero.

Splitting up to cover more ground, She-Hulk quickly headed down to the beach with the head nurse in the hopes of retracing Carol's steps. Maybe there was some clue on the shore that could lead them to whoever--or whatever-- did this to their friend.

At almost seven feet tall, the green skinned brawler struck an imposing figure as she strode the retirement complex grounds, several elderly aliens pointing and waving as she walked past. "I must say Miss Hulk, you're in INCREDIBLE shape," the nurse commented, hurrying to keep up. "Maybe you could stop by one of our exercise classes to give our guests a few pointers?"

"I'm sorry, but I just don't have the time." She-Hulk replied, eyes scanning the seashore. The purple skinned alien smiled and put a hand on a massive green shoulder. "You have no idea how right you are, dear," she mutters, eyes glowing as her fingers caress the A-Force leader's taught bicep.

Suddenly, She-Hulk stops, her vision swimming. She's suddenly overcome with a wave of exhaustion, arms hanging heavy at her sides, legs buckling with fatigue. She stumbles, but the nurse is there to catch her.

"Careful, love. I've told you to stop pushing yourself. You simply can't move like you used to."

"Used to?" She Hulk mumbles, confused, not realizing that as she spoke her body was aging decades in an instant.

Her long, black curls quickly became overtaken by streaks of gray and then white, shortening around her head as her face wrinkled and sagged, eyes sinking and jowls forming as her green skin withered at hyperspeed. Meanwhile, her massive muscles loosened, burning through years of metabolism in mere moments and leaving bingo wings and flabby flesh behind. Her large, firm breasts deflated in her skin tight supersuit, hanging low across her pooching stomach.

Throughout her body, joints stiffened and cartilage thinned, forcing her confident stride to slow into a tired shuffle. Worse, her battle honed senses faded, the chirping of leathery sky lizards and the rushing water of the surf receding in her dulling ears.

“Miss Hulk? MISS HULK?” The nurse raised her voice as the frosty haired old warrior squinted at the sand, confusion overtaking her wrinkly features.

“I know I came out here for a reason,” She-Hulk mutters to herself, gaps eating their way into her aged mind. The nurse takes one of the hulk's weathered green hands in her smooth purple one and pats it gently.

“It’ll come back to you dear. You know how thoughts get at your age. Why don’t we head back up to the center? It’s time for your spin class! I heard that fit young Tolittaxian is subbing in again this week. I know you ladies love him!”

She Hulk gazed across the foamy water, struggling to hold onto her memories, but as the young nurse rubs her stiff back she gives up, waves a dismissive hand, and lets the much younger woman lead her back inside.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Post by spyguy on Mar 3, 2019 at 10:07pm

Monica Rambeau was suspicious. The minute the shuttle broke atmosphere, alarm bells started going off in the back of her head. The planet was too serene. Too beautiful. Too perfect. As she wandered the halls of the alien retirement facility, that feeling only got stronger. Not a single being on this entire world seemed to be younger than their late 60's (by Earth standards at least), all wrinkly tentacles, cloudy compound eyes, and saggy scales.

Except for that bright and cheerful head nurse, who right now was approaching Monica with a smile. "Miss Monica, was it? Or do you prefer your codename, Spectrum?" she asks pausing to open a cabinet. The dark skinned heroine crosses her arms, trying to get a read on the alien's yellow eyes. Monica shrugs. "Monica's fine. Pretty swanky digs you got here. You run it all by yourself?"

 "Oh no, not at all! There's an automated system that helps to ensure the guests remaining years are spent in peace and tranquility, plus we have a rotating staff of coaches, doctors, and entertainers from across the galaxy to keep everyone entertained and fit as a Calastran fiddle!" The alien pulls out a small metallic device-- like a remote-- hooked to a rubber strap by a tube and pats a nearby chair.  "Actually, if you don't mind I'd love to give you a brief medical scan. Just to update our database. We don't get many humans this far out but it always helps to be prepared."

"I dunno..." Monica replies, frowning at the strange tech in the nurse's hand. The woman raises her hands in a non threatening fashion. "I promise, it's completely non-invasive. Besides, that data could save a life!"

Monica narrows her eyes, trying to figure out the nurse's angle. She seemed innocent enough, and besides, Monica was on high alert. Nothing was gonna get past her. "Fine. Let's do it." The nurse claps her hands! "Excellent!" Monica sits down as the nurse straps the rubber band around her upper arm-- like a blood pressure kit-- and holds up the scanning device to the female hero's chest. She presses a few buttons and the machine lights up, a hologrpahic display floating between the two.

"Now to calibrate. Please state your name and age?"

"Monica Rambeau. 35."

"Excellent. And how are you feeling?" The nurse puts a purple hand on Monica's shoulder. Suddenly, the A-Force member is hit with a wave of fatigue so strong she'd have been knocked over if she hadn't been sitting down. She blinks a few times. Trying to shake it off.  "Fine. A little tired, but space flight does that to you," Monica replies, unaware that her body is blazing through her 40's, silver flecks weaving their way into her chocolate colored hair while the finest of lines crinkle around her eyes.

"Understandable. And how would you describe your health?"

"Can't complain. Sure the aerial combat and firing off photon blasts isn't as easy as it used to be, but I'm still out here showing these new kids how it's done." The now 55 year old cracks her stiff neck, adjusting herself on the couch as a decade of newly gained weight shifts down her body. Slowly, her chest grows warm. "Is it a little hot in here to you?" she asks. The Nurse glances at her screen and smiles. "Ah, those are hot flashes. You're going through menopause, dear. Right on time!"

Monica fans her face and squints at the holographic monitor. "How can you see anything on that little screen?" she wonders aloud, running a hand through hair that was now a dull silver. "Oh! You probably need these! I found them in the lobby. You must have set them down," the head nurse replies, pulling out a pair of white reading glasses. Monica slips them on, confused but thankful as everything suddenly clears.

"You know," the purple alien confides quietly pointing to the readout, "I realize you're entering your retirement years as a human. At 65 years old you qualify for a room here. You should consider moving from Earth and joining us. I feel like you'd fit right in!"

Monica shakes her head. "I'm pretty sure these old bones got some more fight left in them before I gotta hang up the cape. Besides, these A-Force kids wouldn't know what to do without ole' Spectrum shuffling around" She flashes a confident smirk, her face suddenly wrinkling even more while her breasts flopped downwards in her now too-tight supersuit. "Gotta admit though, it's not a terrible place to spend your golden years..." She leans forward, her back hunching as her spine calcified in seconds. 

BEEP! The Nurse detaches the device and grins. "All done Miss Monica. I must say, you're in perfect shape for an 82 year old human," she says, scanning a screen filled with alerts marking "Rheumatoid Arthritis" , "Ocular Degeneration", "High Cholesterol", "Weak Hip". Monica tries pushing herself up off the couch, but tumbles back. She laughs, and pushes her stiff, white locks out of her face. 

"Can you help an old woman up, honey? Used to be able to travel faster than the speed of light but now I can't even get off a couch without a little kickstart!"

Post by spyguy on Mar 4, 2019 at 3:58am

Medusa stood outside the facility and breathed in the warm, salt air. Standing here in the gardens, she felt incredibly at peace. These days peace was hard to come by for the red haired Inhuman. Between her duties as queen and her missions with A-Force, she barely had any time to herself. Here, alone and surrounded by gorgeous alien plants, she momentarily forgot about her mission to recover Captain Marvel's youth, and simply... relaxed. 

"Many spend their entire lives scrambling in search of tranquility, only to find it here in their old age." Medusa spun around, her prehensile hair flaring out, preparing to strike, only to find the Nurse holding up her hands in surprise. "Oh my! What incredible hair you have, dear! So smooth and full and powerful! You must turn quite a few heads back home on Earth." 

Medusa relaxed, her hair pulling back to drape itself over her shoulder. "Back on Earth I am a Queen. Turning heads is part of the job, one of of many aspects at which I excel." 

"Well, I am sure your reign will be long and prosperous," the nurse replies, reaching out for a floating strand of Medusa's hair. "May I?" The Inhuman nods and the Nurse reaches out, takes the orange locks in her hand, and begins stroking them. "Around here the only hair I tend to see is brittle and bleached by time. But this; so richly colored. So thick..." The Nurse watches with fascination as a few hairs curl around her fingers. She smiles, her eyes slowly glowing with a yellow energy. "I wonder, though. Will it last?"

What a strange question, Medusa thinks to herself, but before she can ask the purple alien to elaborate further she is rocked by a wave of exhaustion. She gasps, clutching her chest as her heartbeat flutters while her hair writhes in the air as streaks of gray burst forth like an invading army from where the Nurse had been stroking it. Medusa stumbles back, head spinning as she tries to control her erratic hair as strand after strand dries out and drains of its color. 

She turns to the nurse, enraged. "What isth the meaning of thith?" The Inhuman stops as she feels something strange rolling around in her mouth. She spits the offending matter into a gloved hand, opening it up to reveal several loose teeth.  "Oh my. We're going to have to get you a new set of chompers, your highness. Don't fret! We have some of the best dental droids in the galaxy here just for you!"

Furious, Medusa narrows her wrinkly eyes and points a shaking finger at the purple alien. "I will not thtand for thith! Rethurn my youth at oneth!" The alien throws back her head with laughter. "From the looks of it Queen Medusa, you won't be standing for much longer anyway!"

Almost on command, Medusa feels a click in her hip. She cries out as fiery pain shoots up her left side. She leans on a pagoda for support as her back hunches with osteoperosis while her knees stiffen and creak. The nurse shakes her bald head. "I am truly sorry about your magnificent mane. It appears as if the stresses of royal life do one's beauty no favors.."

The aching hero grits her gums as she tries to summon her powerful hair, but the now thinning tangle of white knots hangs limply across her withered back like a woolen curtain, only a few spritely strands struggling to slowly rise. Medusa raises her aching head, now heavy with tangles and years. "My thubjects... my kingdom..." she moans. The young nurse quickly comes to her side. "Oh, don't fret your pretty white head, dear. Your reign has ended. Now, it is time for you to fade," The Nurse opens her hands, revealing a wooden cane. "With dignity." 

The ancient Inhuman, pruny lips quivering-,  reaches out and takes the staff, shuffling with aged slowness up the garden steps, trailing her limp white hair behind her. 

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.   

TO BE CONTINUED...

Post by spyguy on Mar 4, 2019 at 5:52pm

The mutant known as Dazzler pokes around one of the retirement center's many common areas, smiling kindly at the geriatric aliens engaging in different pursuits. There was a pair of creatures playing a round of holo-chess, while an elderly lizard painted a landscape out of floating pixels hanging in midair, as well as a few couples engaging in something that looked a lot like ping pong but with lasers.  Dazzler thinks she probably sticks out in a place like this, stomping around in her studded leather jacket, close cropped hair, tattoed eye and glimmering piercings. But everyone seems excited to have a youngster around. One female alien even gently pinched her cheek with her brittle, feathery talons. 

As she walks over to the large glass windows overlooking the purple surf, Dazzler spots a strange looking instrument resting on a couch-- a cross between a guitar and a lyre. Leaning over, she picks it up, turning the gleaming gold metal over in her hands.

"Ah, that's a Stellacaster X300. A laser light instrument similar to your earth based guitar," the Nurse explains, sliding the glass door to the balcony closed behind her.  "It's an antique."

"It's beautiful," Dazzler admits, eyes drawn to the elegant craftsmanship. "How's it work?"

"Flip that switch there and simply strum the beams of light." The Nurse nods. "Go on. Let's hear a song."

Dazzler reaches along the Stellacaster's neck, presses a small switch and suddenly the entire device hums, beams of silver light crisscrossing along the length. The A-Force member pulls the instrument close to her chest and slowly strums different beams, quickly finding a slow rhythm to play. As she does, motes of glimmering yellow light begin to float around her head, flickering like little stars. When she's finished, there's a smattering of applause from the residents, led by her purple skinned host, who puts a hand on Dazzler's shoulder. 

"How marvelous! What an incredible gift you have. It's as if you've been playing the plasma harp forever! Please, could you play another?"

"I don't know, I really should be getting back to my mission--" Dazzler begins, but the nurse's yellow eyes are glowing and the mutant finds herself thinking that maybe, yes, another song would be a wonderful idea. She grips the Stellacaster's neck and begins to play a new melody. 

As her fingers fly back and forth across the beams, her hands grow lined and thin, the flesh becoming pocked with blue veins and the occasional age spot. She nods her head to the rhythm, her short blonde hair falling into her eyes, but when she brushes it back it's suddenly shot through with streaks of silver. The melody rises and falls, but Dazzler finds herself straining to find the higher notes, her hearing growing dull as her cheeks began to sag and her mouth began to pucker with wrinkles. 

After a few more bars, the notes begin to wander off key, her stiffening fingers tripping over simple chord changes, while her hands began to occasionally shake without explanation. She frowns, looking up at the nurse through tired blue eyes framed by creeping crows feet.  

"I don't know what's wrong. This...used to be easier..." she mutters, breath heavy as her chest sags inside her leather jacket. The Nurse sits down next to her and lays a comforting hand on her knee. "Did you take your arthritis medication after last night's storm? You know how the weather can make you achey."

Dazzler makes a face, squinting in confusion as the alien moves her lips but barely any sound comes out. Dazzler's hearing is fading fast, and now her left ear is completely shot. 

"I'm sorry." the frail old punk rocker loudly exclaims in a warbling voice.  "My ears, they aren't what they used to be." The Nurse nods, reaching into her pocket. She pulls out a small, flesh colored device with a small curled tube at the end. "I went ahead and changed the batteries in your hearing aids, dear. Why don't we pop them in and get you back to your room for a nap?"

Dazzler nods, putting down the Stellacaster-- which now seemed to weigh a ton in her frail arms-- and pushes back her gray hair with a shaking, withered hand. The Nurse gently inserts the hearing aid and presses a button. Suddenly, the sounds of the room come back into staticy, electronic focus. "Better?" she asks.

Dazzler smiles with her pruny lips, her faded blue tattoo crinkling around her eye. "You're a lifesaver," she mutters quietly, a little out of breath from the exertion of playing the plasma harp. "What would I do without you?"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Post by spyguy on Mar 5, 2019 at 2:58am

Jessica Drew quietly slides the door to the bedroom shut. The mutated spy may not have the spider sense of Spider-Man or Spider-Gwen, but she'd been around long enough to know when something was too good to be true. She'd been slowly slipping into different guests' vacant bedrooms, trying to get a sense of what this retirement complex was all about. She raises her yellow glasses and unzips a pocket of her leather jumpsuit to reveal a handheld scanner. 

She quickly runs the device around the room, coming back with the same results as the other six bedrooms. There are several cameras hidden in specific spots, as well as electro locks on the doors and windows keyed back to a central room in the facility. It wasn't a supermax prison by any means, but there was more to this idyllic paradise than met the eye. She'd also noticed a distinct lack of personal effects in the rooms. Sure, there were the regular items to be found in a senior's living space--medications, comfortable clothes, visual and hearing aids, and ergonomic devices of all shapes and sizes-- but no real personal effects. 

No family photos. No antique trinkets. No dusty souvenirs. It's as if each and every guest had just sort of appeared here out of the blue, leaving everything else behind. A planet full of old people with no history? Jessica shakes her raven head. Something wasn't adding up. 

"Feeling tired Miss Drew?" a syrupy voice asks from across the room. Spider-Woman spins, arms up in a defensive pose, only to find the Nurse lounging in a sleek rocking chair. She steeples her fingers. "You're quite the old busy body, aren't you?" 

"Nothing old about me, lady. I've got enough spring in my step to take you on and then some!" she clenches her gloved fists and lowers herself into a fighting stance. "Now, why don't you tell me what happened to Captain Marvel?" 

The Nurse slowly rises out of her chair, circling Jessica like a tiger circling their prey. "I've a better idea, Miss Spider. Why don't I just show you?" Suddenly, the Nurse's eyes glow and Jessica suddenly goes numb, arms falling to her sides, powerless. The purple skinned alien holds out an arm and caresses Jessica's smooth cheek as the human woman is slammed with exhaustion. "What...how..." she mumbles, joints grinding and popping as they are worn down by decades of aging in a split second. She stumbles forward, catching herself on the bed. She looks down to see hands slowly curling, her knuckles swelling and skin crinkling like dry paper. 

"It's simple really, dear. I'm a Geritraxian. I feed off of youth and energy. Yours is quite delicious by the way."

"The others...everyone here..." Jessica feels dizzy, her heart racing. She clutches her chest, feeling a dull pain as her arteries began to stiffen and clog. She grimaces, wrinkles etching themselves into her softening features while her hair begins to frost with silver.  "Adventurers. Explorers. Heroes. Warriors. Young aliens one and all who were drawn to this place so that I may feast."  The Nurse rubs Jessica's back. Several vertebrae pop loudly, fusing into place, her wrinkly neck receding as her shoulders hunched into a hump. Jessica moans in pain, pushing herself away and shuffling towards the door. 

"Hm, I figured a fellow spider would appreciate the delicacy of my web. Don't you want to know how I handle their minds?"

"Doesn't...matter...we'll...beat...you..." Spider-Woman croaks, her voice rattling like her gran's.  "It's the water, silly. The oceans here create a sort of reality current. If you have the right tools," she slips a hand inside her shirt, pulling out a glowing crystal, "you can change whatever you want! Take you for instance. One minute you're a leather clad instrument of justice, the next..."

The Nurse rubs the stone and Jessica feels her clothes shift and fold. Looking down, she sees that she's now wearing a cozy woolen dress and legging ensemble colored to look like her iconic uniform. She looks up, stiff neck creaking beneath her salt and pepper hair. "No. I'm Spider-Woman...I....I..."

"Yes, dear, that is what the other residents have called you ever since you moved in, but not because of all this," she pulls off a couple of cute punches then points behind Jessica to a pile of yarn sitting in the rocking chair. "It's because of all the wonderful sweaters and hats you knit for your neighbors!" Jessica is having trouble keeping her eyes open. She's so tired. She reaches out a shaky hand and grips the chair in an arthritic grip before lowering her creaking body into it. 

"I hope you like your new room, dear," the Nurse whispers, licking her lips. "You'll be spending the rest of what remains of your retired life in it."

But Jessica doesn't hear her, head lolling back as a gentle snore escapes her lips. The old woman is fast asleep. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

Post by spyguy on Mar 5, 2019 at 11:59pm

Natasha Romanoff glances back at the idyllic retirement complex from atop the bluff. The other members of A-Force were some of the smartest, toughest, and bravest women she knew, which meant they could more than handle a beach full of senior citizens and a cheerful nurse. After years of experience as a covert operative for both sides of the war, Natasha decided to start her investigation in the one place no-one would expect-- as far away from the scene of the crime as possible. 

If Carol Danvers had been lured here from a colony three star systems away, not to mention A-Force receiving a transmission from the other side of the galaxy, it would take one hell of a transmitter. So, Black Widow had scaled this cliff face with her stealth suit's built in climbing gear to reach what appeared to be a very small antennae. She pulls out a Stark Industries Omnitool, its nano fibers changing shape to interface with the alien technology. 

A few seconds later the device beeps and Natasha glances down, cocking an thin eyebrow. The antennae was channeling a HUGE amount of energy from a location several hundred meters below her feet. She glances over the cliff edge and down into the crashing purple waves below. "Come to the pleasure planet, they said. It'll be relaxing they said." She shakes her fiery red hair out of her face and taps a button on her chest. Suddenly, her stealth suit pressure seals and a bubble of energy encloses her head, forming a forcefield helmet. She remembers She-Hulk advising her to wear her environmental suit on this space based mission. She'd have to thank her once she got back to the shuttle. 

Taking a running start, the super spy puts out her lithe arms and leaps into an elegant dive, cutting through into the water below with barely a ripple before engaging a small pair of jump jets in her shoulders, propelling her down into the purple depths. It only takes a few moments to find the cave entrance, and another minute to follow the tunnel up into a large, airy cavern. Priming her wrist mounted Widow's Bites- you can never be too careful on alien worlds-- she silently slips out of the water, droplets sliding down her svelte hips, and steps onto solid ground. 

In front of her is a massive, glowing crystalline formation which seems to be growing out of the rock and into the water. It pulses with energy, bathing the room in a low, amber glow. "Diamonds are nice, but what are you," she whispers, rounding the the crystal to find a large array of tech built into the cavern's walls. An assortment of holographic keyboards and monitors floated in a circle, and as Black Widow approached she realized they were showing different parts of the complex above. As she watches the images cycle through a preset order, her sharp eyes narrow. The entire facility was under surveillance. She leans in closer, trying to make out the camera placement when suddenly she gasps. 

A wizened green woman was pedaling on a hovering exercise bike, sweat dripping down her tired old face as her gray/white hair bounced around with every stiff revolution of her veiny legs. Natasha recognized that intense gaze, albeit without all the laugh lines and crows feet. "Jen?" she gasps. Suddenly, the image switches to show an elderly African-American woman shuffling down a hallway, hand massaging her bent back. Natasha can't look away as the images keep coming: a shivering granny with piercings and a faded blue eye tattoo pulling a cozy blanket across her bony shoulders-- an ancient, haughty looking woman dragging a tangle of wild white hair behind her-- a snoring retiree wearing Spider-Woman's iconic yellow eyewear and a fuzzy spider cardigan.  Her teammates-- her friends-- all of them were now doddering old senior citizens! 

"I was worried I'd have to go looking for you Black Widow, but you just shuffled right into my web willingly!" 

Black Widow calmly turns to find the Nurse standing a few feet away, yellow eyes beginning to glow in the dark. Slowly, she raises a hand to a keyboard and begins quickly typing out a message. If the others had been so easily taken out, then Natasha was out of her depth. Her only hope was to get some help. 

"What are you going to do to them," she asks, trying to play it cool. "Your senior friends? Why, nothing, dear. What's done is done! You all have fed me your youth and now I'm going to repay the favor by allowing you all to live out your golden years in comfort and serenity! You're all in fairly excellent shape. You'll probably have a fairly comfortable decade left. Or two" 

"No thanks, I'd like to keep my time thank you very much." Without taking her eyes off her opponent, Natasha finishes the last keystroke and presses what she hopes is send on this alien keyboard. The Nurse smiles, sharp pointy teeth glimmering in the amber glow of the crystal. "Unfortunately Miss Romanoff, time is something you no longer have." 

Before Natasha can even blink, she suddenly doubles over, her insides writhing in pain. She whips her head back, a wave of white overtaking her lush red hair as her clenched fists wither and curl from decades of punching. Straightening, she tries to speak but her mouth feels strange-- emptier even-- as her cheeks collapse inward and her forehead wrinkles, feeling like millions of ants carving their way across her skin. Meanwhile, her skintight suit sags as her stomach and hips expand while her once strong arms flap with excess fat and her thighs jiggle with the deposit of new cellulite. 

The Nurse cocks her head, clicking her tongue with disappointment. "Oh dear. You used to be quite the femme fatale in your youth, Miss Romanoff, but now you look like someone's favorite babushka!" 

The now senior spy shakily steps forward, drooping breasts swinging loosely beneath her super suit as she wheezes, struggling to breathe through her withered old lungs. She places her stiff hands on her bony back, alleviating some of the soreness now racking her entire body as she struggles to remain standing. Everything feels so heavy...so slow...so old. She wets her thin, dry lips with her tongue, about to come up with what she hoped was a clever retort when her cloudy eyes suddenly widen in shock. The Nurse laughs. 

"Oh! You've just figured out the teeth bit. Yes, I assumed you didn't want those old things anymore since you just got these new ones!" The purple alien snaps her fingers and the amber crystal flashes bright. Suddenly, Black Widow is holding a glass jar filled with blue liquid and a pair of floating dentures. Natasha struggles to hold the jar in her arthritis riddled hands, sending the fluid sloshing over the rim. 

"Now, now, Miss Widow, let me help. You aren't the precision weapon of war you used to be anymore. More of a rusty old antique, I'd say," the Nurse responds, calmly taking Natasha by the arm and leading her away from the computer.

"Whuh...what am I doing here?" the white haired spy asks slowly, a look of perplexity working its way into her leathery face. The Nurse pats her on her shuddering old hands. 
"Don't worry about a thing, dear. The confusion will pass. Looks like we need to alter your dementia medication, poor thing. Not to fret. We'll have you back in time for bingo, mark my words." Natasha, eyes darting around the unfamiliar room fearfully, nods her old head. Bingo. Yes. That seemed right to the confused retiree.  

TO BE CONTINUED...

Post by spyguy on Mar 7, 2019 at 2:18pm

It has been three weeks since A-Force landed their shuttle on the beaches of this strange, beautiful planet. The Head Nurse’s unobtanium heeled pumps clack down the complex’s hallways as she heads towards her next appointment. It's been a busy day. A wrinkly blue cat woman waves a trembling hand from the confines of her hoverchair while a lizard woman with chipped, green scales and cloudy eyes shuffles behind, pushing her friend along. The Nurse flashes one of her signature teethy smiles, happy to see the  tribal (prematurely) elder and the retired (as of last week) detective getting along so well.

She pulls a small computer tablet out of her pocket and logs into up the complex’s surveillance system, scrolling through to check in on her newest pet projects, the withered biddies from Earth.

The pruny green She Hulk had adjusted quite well to life as a senior citizen, spending her days power walking along the beaches and stiffly making her way through daily exercise classes. The gray haired old lawyer didn’t have a ton of stamina these days, but that didn’t stop her from insisting that her old friends get out  to visit the pool, play some electro shuffleboard, or take a solar salsa dancing class. "We only have so much time left, girls. Let's use it!" 

Monica Rambeau had definitely slowed down in her twilight years, taking on the role of sassy-but-sympathetic ear to all the other withered women in the complex as they complained of aching bodies, forgetful minds, and grandchildren who never returned their comm calls. Most days she could be found holding court in the common area, wagging a gnarled finger as she dished out sage wisdom or squinting through her glasses at a photo of some bouncing, tentacled grandbaby (conveniently created by the reality warping crystal cavern below).

Medusa was another story. The now dethroned Inhuman queen had grown even more haughty and distant in age, slowly shuffling around the grounds, considering them for all intents and purposes her new kingdom. Thinning white hair kept in a pulsing, semi-mobile ponytail, she often could be found making her opinions of the food, entertainment, and facilities loudly known. Sometimes the Nurse even had to send a droid or two to shepherd her back inside after the cranky old bird chased off local wildlife with her cane, accusing them of being spies or assassins.

Scrolling through her reports, the Nurse smiled at how the once brash and headstrong Dazzler has mellowed with age. She had been worried the defiant mutant might cause trouble, but to her surprise this one was one of the most docile retirees of all. Dazzler was often sitting in the music room strumming instruments, struggling to remember old songs and even older lovers, glancing wistfully at the studio mirrors and tracing the wrinkles of her face, remembering the hot, fierce young thing she used to be. Her energy levels had plummeted with the onset of age, so she was either hobbling around the halls in the dead of night or fast asleep in a chair in the middle of the day, surely dreaming of her lost luster.

Meanwhile, Jessica Drew had taken to her new hobby with gusto, spending whole afternoons weaving up new sweaters, scarves, and more with surprisingly dexterity, although she'd have to take breaks to massage her swollen and achey fingers. She'd also started engaging in afternoon gatherings with Dazzler, reminiscing about old flings and conquests, tittering laughter echoing through the halls as she remembered the many heroes she had wrapped around her finger (among other things) over the decades. Even though she was a frosty haired, thick thighed old senior, she still considered herself quite a catch and could be caught flirting with other guests and even the Nurse herself on a couple of occasions. In fact, now that she thought about it, she made a mental note to have the med droids check up on her after another one of her early evening rendezvous-- no need to have an embarrassing post-coital death from over exertion on her hands.

Then there was the Black Widow, poor thing. Mind was completely going, as was her body. The decrepit former spymaster was often confused and befuddled, dentures slipping out while her hands trembled with palsy. Being a senile senior citizen, she either huddled up in the safety of her bedroom or roamed the halls, fading eyes squinting as she tried to make out ghosts from her past. The Nurse checked the medical reports and found that Natasha was due to have her hip replaced in a few months, while notes were made to prepare for the onset of what humans called Alzheimers. The Nurse puts a purple finger to her lip in thought. Maybe if she managed to feed off some more energy soon she'd give the old girl back a few years-- just to make her a bit more comfortable.

The Nurse rounds the corner and heads into the common room, focused on the last file on her screen as the sounds of laughter and chatter rise around her.

Carol Danvers, the human that started it all. When the Nurse had found her crashed on the beach after an encounter with a rogue wormhole, she hadn't fed in months. The human, with her confidence and energy, had been a feast. It was hard to believe that the doddering old woman who floated around the complex on a hover chair had once been such a bold and vibrant heroine. Gone were the days of energy blasts, space flight, and saving the day, replaced instead with muddling through old novels, gently chewing protein paste, and getting winded just dressing for the day.

Closing her files, the Nurse looks up and takes in the view. This is her favorite part of the week: Bingo Night. All her saggy, geriatric victims -- once supple young heroes, brave adventurers, bold explorers-- all gathered in one place, their pruny old faces focused in on this banal and pointless pastime as if the fate of the world were in the balance. 

"B...7.." a droid at the front of the room drones. She can hear the creaks of old bones shifting in chairs as her guests strain to see their sheets.

Suddenly, there's a shout from the back. The nurse turns to find She-Hulk burst out of her chair in glee, only to grip her back with a grimace. "Oof! C'mon, old girl, don't fail me now. Bingo! We've got a bingo here!" Beside her, Jessica peers through her bifocals, thin lips moving as she double checks the numbers, while next to her Black Widow snores, oblivious. Monica and Dazzler lean together, comparing notes, while Medusa hunches over behind them, pretending to not show an interest but thin eyebrows cocked in concern. Carol drowsily shuffles in, hands gripping a hard-light holo cane, congratulating the women for their big win. 

As the Nurse looks at this table full of venerable, weathered old women, her eyes catch a detail that causes a giggle to escape her lips. Each team has a small holo emitter displaying their team name, and the Earthlings are no different, but their choice drips in unintentional irony. 

There, floating in blue light, are two simple words.  

"Age Force"

THE END

Post by spyguy on Mar 7, 2019 at 8:27pm

Wait! This is a Marvel story!

Doesn't that mean there's something after the credits? 

EPILOGUE

Ms. Marvel's embiggened fist slammed down on the back of the giant monster attacking ESU. Mole Man, who had been controlling it, tossed his hands up in surrender as the comm on Kamala Khan's wrist began to beep.

"Did you hit your steps for the day?" Kate Bishop asked with a smirk behind her as she fired rubber arrows at a few lingering moloids.

"You know it's her Avengers alert Bishop. Don't play." America Chavez says while holding a crumbling wall in place so that a group of bystanders can get to safety.

Gwen Stacy aka Spider-Girl swings in, dumping a sack of incapacitated moloids onto the sidewalk. "That's the last of the ones on the roof! I gotta say girls, this has been a solid team-up." She says, high-fiving Kate.

"I don't think our adventure is over yet. I just got a distress call." Kamala says looking at her wrist comm.

America lets go of the wall once everyone was safe and clear. It crumbles behind her as she walks over. "Well? Don't keep it a secret. Give us the tea!" The latina hero says enthusiastically.

The young heroes gather around Ms. Marvel.

"It's from Black Widow... she says A-Force is in trouble." Kamala explains.

"Natasha messaged you? I bet it's just for help with how to use her smart phone. Get it? Because she's old... I've seen that woman literally take down the devil. She's not in the habit of asking for back-up from a group of street-level teens." Kate says with a smirk.

"I dare someone to call me street level!" America says flexing her biceps. "Where is she? I can get us there in three seconds!" America says ready for action.

"We have to make a pit stop on the way and pick up another team member because the message wasn't just for me." Kamala explains.

"Sounds like a job for The Young Avengers!" Spider-Gwen says excitedly looking around at the other women. "What? Too presumptive?"

"Nah, it's perfect. Young Avengers all the way!" America says kicking open a star-shaped portal.

SPYGUY WILL RETURN...

...WITH CHRONOECLIPSE! 

Post by spyguy on Apr 26, 2019 at 7:48pm

In case you didn't hear, AVENGERS: END GAME is out today. In honor of the end of this phase of films, Chrono and I thought it might be a fine time to roll out our next phase of EARLY RETIREMENT. 

Hope you all dig it! 

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“I'm retired from the super hero business.” Nico Minoru explained, folding her arms and giving a disenchanted looked to the 4 young costumed women standing in her dorm room.

Kate Bishop smirked at her. “How can you be ‘retired’? You’re like 13.”

Nico gave her an icy glare. “You and I are practically the same age - I’m 18. And I just want to focus on being a normal girl for a while - school, dating… tarot card readings. So i’m officially retired.”

“Well unretire. We’re wasting time and iId rather be wasting the creeps that have our friends.” America Chavez barks, cracking her gloved knuckles.

“I still think this is just a prank or a trap or a surprise birthday for one of us. But you know, the message said you need to come too soooo….” Kate said examining her manicured nails.

“Dude! I told you, if this was a trap or a surprise party my spider-sense would let us know.” Gwen Stacy aka Spider-Girl told Kate as she hung from Nico’s ceiling.

Kamala Khan aka Ms. Marvel holds up the message from Black Widow on her Avengers communicator. “It’s not a prank. Our friends-- your former teammates-- are in trouble and they need our help!” 

The young goth sorceress takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “Fine. One more mission - for A-Force but then it’s right back to college!”

America smiles and kicks open a star-shaped portal.

Moments later the five Young Avengers found themselves on the beach of an alien planet. The group took in their surroundings for a moment. Kamala’s eyes went wide with excitement as she pointed up to the three suns in the sky.

“Oh my glob guys! We’re in outer space! We’re on an alien planet! We’re like a Star Trek away team!!!” She began to geek.

“Be careful everyone, get behind me, this was the last place A-Force reported to be - so who knows what kind of danger we’re up against!” America cautioned.

Spider-Gwen stretched her toned limbs in preparation for a fight. Nico bit her lip at the display of Gwen’s lithe body stretching in her skin tight costume, knowing that she was a sucker for skinny blonde girls.

As the group moved down the beach to what looked like a resort-type structure, a bunch of white haired, pale skinned figures hobbled toward them.

“Ahhhh! Zombies!” Ms. Marvel cried jumping back and embiggening her foot to kick them away. Kate smirked and tilted her glasses to look at the encroaching hoard.

“Worse. Olds.” The purple clad archer says sarcastically with an exasperated sigh.

The teenage heroes look to see there were in fact a half dozen elderly aliens hobbling around.

“None of these old biddies look like they’re capable of taking out the trash, never mind Carol and the gang.” America says looking at an orange skinned woman with drool dribbling down her wrinkled chin.

“Yeah that’s because they didn’t.  This is, like I said, a total wild goose chase! And now I’ve got old people smell on my spandex, it’s going to take a week to get out.” Kate says tossing her hands in the air in frustration.

Before any of the other girls could argue a nicely dressed magenta-skinned alien approached them.

“Welcome to the retirement planet. Are you young ladies here to visit with one of our residents?” The nurse asked with a bright smile.

“We’re looking for our missing teammates. They sent us a distress call from these coordinates.” America explained with a serious look on her young face.

The nurse gave an apologetic look. “Well girls, unless your teammates are of the… venerable stage of life you won’t find them here. You and I are the only sentient beings on this planet not in their elderhood.” She explains gesturing to a shriveled crone with green antennae shuffling past her.

“See? Unless A-Force was in danger of getting their cheeks pinched too much I’m going to go ahead and assume they aren’t here.” Kate says giving grossed out looks to a scantily-clad granny with molting angel wings.

“Maybe they’re trapped here and no one realizes it - like maybe Ultron has an underground lair or something - it would be the perfect cover!” Ms. Marvel exclaimed.

“Yeah, sure, you go check on that. I’ll be chilling out taking advantage of the three suns.” Kate retorts, waving a dismissive hand as she walks away from the group. 

“You’re all welcome to explore the grounds and enjoy the facilities while you are here. Our residents may enjoy seeing some fresh faces around.” The nurse says ushering them toward the facility.

Post by spyguy - Apr 28, 2019 at 2:18am 

Before deciding that their intel was faulty, the teen heroes agreed to split up and investigate. America Chavez, the most powerful member of the group, flew above the facility to get an aerial view, doing a sweep of the grounds looking for signs of Kree mischief or an Ultron lurking about, only to find nothing but grey haired old people shuffling slowly through their day.

She landed swiftly by the back entrance and busted inside looking for a baddie to pummel, only to once again come up short. Every being she met looked to be too old to walk without support, never mind able to capture five of the greatest heroes Earth had to offer. Frustrated, she marched down the hallways and into the fitness room.

She looks around the room and sees that it’s unsurprisingly empty, although the room itself was pretty well stocked with quality equipment.

“Pretty impressive isn’t it?” A syrupy voice behind her said.

America turned around to find the head nurse standing behind her. America smirked.

“It’s all right.” She said cooly.

“You’re the group's teleporter are you not? You kick out and create a star-shaped portal?” The nurse asked with an inviting smile.

“You know it.” America said, a proud grin briefly curling on her tan face.

“That must be a sight to see.” The nurse said inching closer.

“Feel free to follow me on beamchat. I post up on the reg.” America responded cracking the knuckles of her gloved fists.

“Wonderful! I trust that you’ve found no sign of evil villainy at our facility. Perhaps you’d like to kill some time getting in a quick workout.” The nurse suggested gesturing over at the equipment.

America shrugs at the weights. “Nah I’d bust this stuff.”

“Oh, I know this is a relaxing locale for the weak and infirm, but this equipment is state of the art…” The nurse said walking over to what looked to be a fancy lat machine.

America was intrigued at why a nursing home would have such high-quality strength equipment. Surely nobody ever used this room beyond maybe a stretching class. She sighed, walked over to the bench and wrapped her muscular thighs around it, before grabbing the bars of the machine.

“Put it up to the max.” She said casually.

The nurse adjusted the machine to its maximum weight as America stretched.

“FYI: I didn’t find any big bads here but if me or my friends discover any evidence that you’re mistreating these abuelas then you better watch yourself because I will put my new hightop so iconically up your ass it’ll become a galaxy-wide meme.” The young Avenger said with a serious look.

The nurse chuckled. “Oh what colorful lingo. I’m sure I have nothing to worry about though. There. How is that?” The nurse asked.

America pulled down the bar with ease. “Phhssst. See? I’m a little advanced for this junk.” She said flexing her toned arms.

The nurse grinned. “Oh you’ll certainly be advanced.” She mumbled. “Here, try now.” She prompted, though she did nothing to change the amount of weight on the machine.

America smirked and shrugged again, reaching up to grab the bar. She didn’t notice the grey hairs that had sprinkled into her dark mane nor the crinkles next to her eyes. She pulled down the bar with significantly more effort this time.

“Hurrrrghhh!!!” She bellowed as her arms trembled from the weight. Her face scrunched in effort causing the skin under her chin to bunch into double and triple chins. She released the bar with a gasp.

“Hmmm looks like you bit off a little more than you could chew. Let’s dial that down for you.” The nurse said, setting the weight down to its lowest setting.

“That’s never happened before.” America said furrowing her lined brow as she rubbed her aching biceps.

“Here try now.” The nurse said with a grin.

The now salt and pepper haired Latina hero reached up with unsure hands and grabbed the bar. Her formerly toned thighs were softening and flattening against the bench as she tugged the bar down with great effort but barely managed to budge it before having to let go. She rubbed the expanding gut that was seeping out from under her shirt and panted, exhausted.

“I don’t understand…” She gasped between breaths as her back stiffened and ached.

“It must have taken a lot out of you to bring your friends here. Maybe you ought to call it a day.” The nurse suggested, placing her hand on America’s sloping shoulders.

The now completely grey haired woman slowly rose to her feet.

“Nah, I’m fine. I just need to give my arms a rest.” She said waddling over to a leg extension machine.

Her wide ass barely fit into the seat as she attempted to raise the panels. But as soon as she did she heard a pop from her knee. She looked down at the swollen knobby knees and her wide wrinkled thighs that were marred with varicose veins. Her wrinkled face looked at the nurse incredulously.

“What is happening?” The puffy, wrinkled woman asked.

“Oh, your years are just catching up with you dear. We all miss a step or two as we get older…” The nurse said in a sing-songy voice.

America creaked up to her feet, rubbing her wide, soft back and hobbled over to a sit-up bench.

“I’m not old though.” She mumbled as she flopped down, her curly grey and white hair flailing around her wrinkled head as she struggled to do a simple sit up. Her massive wrinkly belly squishing against itself as she panted and urged herself forward. Her loose skin, now encasing mostly fat instead of muscle drooped toward the floor. She heard a loud CRACK.

“My hip!” She bellowed as the nurse rushed over and helped her up.

“I told you not to strain yourself Miss Chavez! You’re at no age to be pushing yourself like this.” The nurse chided.

America, now a wrinkled, fluffy looking old woman sat slumped over on the bench. She couldn’t see the room very well as her vision was fuzzy. She put her veiny hands onto her knobby knees and just panted for a few minutes.

“I still got it! I’m spryer than any of the women in this place!” She said with a cocky chuckle lifting her arm up into a flex. Her wrinkly bingo wing sagged, giving her a reverse bicep.

“Big talk, old girl!” A shaky voice cackled from the doorway.

America could make out a tall green and grey blur in front of her. She reached down to grab the bifocals that were hanging from her neck and put them on.

“Well if it isn’t my old rival, Hulking Lady!” America said with a cough and a grin.

“That’s lady-hulk! I mean… She-Hulk! You fat old bat!” She-Hulk said, shuffling slowly into the room dressed in modest work out clothes.

“You’re just jealous because i’m a hip chica and you’re a washed up green prune.” America said strapping her knee brace on.

“Hip? The only thing hip about you is that metal thing between your leg and your torso. You couldn’t keep up with the kids nowadays if your walker had a lightspeed setting.” She-Hulk said with a smirk.

“I’m on the chat-thinga-watsit… and I know what a Me-Me is!” America said proudly, groaning to her feet.

“Yeah that beats me. I can’t keep up with any of that newfangled stuff. We going to do this or what?” She Hulk said tossing her gym bag down with a wheeze.

“First one to bend over and touch their toes is Queen of the home for the week!” America said, rubbing her arthritic fists in anticipation.

“Be careful you two!” The nurse said, happily grinning at the two old women slowly bending downward with their hands supporting their backs. She quietly left to go find the others.

Post by spyguy on Apr 29, 2019 at 11:41am

Ms. Marvel and Spider-Gwen were walking through the residential wing of the building where many of the facility's elders had their own private rooms and apartments. Elderly alien women were shuffling past them on futuristic wheelchairs and walkers. Kamala kept grinning and getting even more starry eyed with each strange old creature they passed.

“Did you see her? She was soooo cute with her wrinkly tendrils!” The young hero squealed.

Gwen smirked. “Yeah. 'Cute'. You’ve, uh, seen aliens before haven’t you?”

“Yes! But never on an alien planet!!! Oh my Dog!... that old lady had eyes were her bobos should be! She had saggy eyeball bobos!” Kamala said in an excited whisper.

“...You call breasts ‘bobos’?” Gwen asked with a raised eyebrow.

“OMG! Look at the alien robot dog! Isn’t that so cool!??” Kamala geeked at a three-eyed robotic therapy dog bounding down the hall.

Gwen shrugged. “Honestly you just get used to this stuff. I know you’ve just been a hero for like a hot second but trust me, you’re going to end up on alien worlds, alternate universes, apocalyptic futures, inside a person’s body… and see WAY weirder stuff than these grannies.” She pointed out.

“I just can’t believe I’m on a real, alien planet! I’ve barely been outside of the Tri-State area. We’re like Han and Chewie in Mos Eisley Cantina!” Kamala explained.

Gwen looked around at the boring quietness of their surroundings punctuated by the labored breaths of the old folks and the squeaks of their wheelchairs. There was nothing exciting or dangerous about this. A wrinkled humanoid Sphinx Cat shuffled past them causing Kamala to light up like a kid at Christmas. She squealed.

“Aren’t you an Inhuman? I thought they were from outer space.” Gwen said peeking into rooms as they walked and not seeing anything of interest.

“They’re from the moon… and that was a while ago. When I became an Inhuman they were living over the Hudson River.” Kamala said with a frown.

The hallway came to an intersection.

“Okay I’ll go right, you go left and I guess signal if you find anything more exciting than a Kymellian with sciatica.” Gwen said before jumping up onto the wall and crawling along it.

Kamala stretched her elastic neck, pquickly oking her head into different rooms, thrilled about all the interesting things she was seeing. As she elongated through the door at the end of the hall, her jaw literally dropped to the floor.

Sitting in a floating hoverchair with a red and blue blanket adorned with a Hala star was an elderly Carol Danvers.

“Carol….?” Ms. Marvel whispered as she brought the rest of her body into the room with a SPROING.

“Kamala? Is that you….?” Carol asks fumbling to put a pair of glasses on over her sunken eyes.

“Captain Marvel!” Kamala squeaked embiggening her hands to pull the old woman into a hug.

“My dear… you’re still so young! How is that possible?” The old woman asked as Kamala gently put her back in her chair.

Kamala took in the sight of her elderly namesake wracking her brain for what was going on.

“There can only be one explanation.” The teen hero finally stated. She took a deep breath and put on her most serious face. “This is the future!”

“The future?” The elderly Carol croaked scratching her white haired head.

“Yes! It makes total sense! You and the rest of A-Force, decades in the future, were staying here at this alien nursing home and you got a little befuddled and accidentally sent an Avengers S.O.S. back in time! Whew! You’re lucky your younger self didn’t get the message - or Cap and SHIELD would be busting into this place us assuming you were all Skrulls!” Kamala said with a warm smile. She had always looked up to Carol as like a big sister but kind of liked the idea of the interstellar heroine being her wise old grandmother.

Carol waved a veiny hand. “Steve's a pushover! You and I took down a boat of Steve clones back in ‘53!” She cackled.

Kamala’s eyes went wide. “We did!?... during a time-travel caper? Tell me more! I want to hear all about my future adventures!” She said gleefully, rubbing her hands together in excitement.

Carol gave her a wrinkled smile. “Oh you and I got into loads of them! Captain Marvel and the Marvel Gal!”

Kamala tilted her head in confusion. “Uh, I think that was someone else. I’m Ms. Marvel. Remember?”

“How could I forget my trusty side-kick. You were Ms. Marvel, then Marvel Gal and then the Masked Marvel and of course Madame Marvel after you became the Inhuman ambassador to the UN…” Carol explained in a quavering voice.

“Woah…” Kamala whispered engrossed.

“Let me tell you about the time the two of us battled the intergalactic cyborg pirate vampires…” Carol wheezed with a wrinkly grin.

“Yes please!!!!” Kamala cried bursting with excitement.

As Carol opened her pruny mouth to speak, the nurse entered.

“Ah Ms. Marvel… I see you’ve met one of our former Earth heroes… Perhaps you know of her from your history books?” The nurse said with a smile.

“Oh no! Carol’s actually my mentor! I figured it out, this is our future!” Kamala explained.

The nurse flashed a Cheshire grin. “Oh how wonderful. That certainly explains it. Well now, come along with me. You will have plenty of time to visit with Miss Danvers in a bit. But for now your former Captain needs her rest and I have something to show you.”

“I literally cannot wait. This place is so amazeballs!” Kamala geeked.

The nurse led Kamala across the hallway to another resident room. When Kamala entered the big grin on her face melted into a look of confusion as she glanced around at the empty space that had nothing but a dresser and bed in it.

“Well?” The nurse asked gesturing around.

“Um you want me to weigh in on the room color?” Kamala asked really lost.

“Look closer…” The nurse said with a grin.

Kamala turned to examine the room and as she did a comforter appeared on the bed that hadn’t been there before.

“Hey!” She said surprised.

She turned again to see a bunch of pictures and chachkis lined across the dresser. She stretched a hand forward to see a framed photo of a woman that looked like her Ammi (mother), but wearing the Ms. Marvel uniform being given a medal by a gray-haired man in a suit.

“This is weird. But kind of cool.” Kamala said examining the other items on the dresser.

A comfy chair appeared in the corner with a knit blanket adorned with Kamala’s signature lightning bolt. Some more pictures hung on the walls. Some were in the sepia tone that photos from the 40s came in, depicting a young Kamala and Carol-- with old school uniforms and classic hairstyles-- fighting Nazis. But more modern ones showed a stately, grey-haired Pakistani-American woman shaking hands with various dignitaries wearing a bold blue and red tunic and robe.

Suddenly, Kamla felt something like a breeze blow over her. She looked down to see that she was no longer wearing her normal spandex and tunic but the robe from the photos. She caught a glimpse of the Time Magazine cover mirror hanging next to the chair and gasped at the mature face of a woman 30 years older than Kamala. As she did, crows feet dug deep into the corners of her eyes and grey streaks appeared along the sides of her black hair.

She turned around, but suddenly felt weak and stiff. Her hand embiggened to brace the small of her back but quickly snapped back to normal size.

“You shouldn’t stretch your body like that. Not at your age.” The nurse chided.

“What do you mean my age?” Kamala asked as the wrinkles multiplied on her face and her cheeks sagged into jowls that seemed to be melting toward the floor. She stretched her arm to grab the nurse to demand she explain what was happening but her long wrinkled arms flopped to the floor and began to pool beneath her.

“What... is... happening? Whose room is this?” She croaked as her voice sounded raspier. The rest of her hair was greying and streaking with white. Her wrinkled skin bunched and sagged dramatically toward the ground. Everything felt so loose and weak.

“Why isn’t it obvious? It’s yours! Right across from your former mentor! You can spend your golden years reminiscing with one another about your long and storied careers, rehashing the best moments of your long lost youth!"

Kamala dragged her incredibly saggy body back toward the wall. Her loose skin jiggled and swayed as she moved. With tired eyes, she looked into the mirror. She looked like her Nani but with a billion times more wrinkles and folded skin. She turned back to the nurse, now finally understanding what was going on.

“You... olded us!” She declared in a trembling voice.

The nurse nodded, walking over to help the frail old Muslim heroine into her comfy chair.

“Yes I did. But don’t you worry yourself about that. You just sit here and rest. Your body should tighten back up to its normal shape in no time.” She said to Kamala who seemed to take comfort in hearing that.

The formerly young heroine looked at her wrinkled old body and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I seem to be having a saggy day, dear.” She mumbled.

“It’s perfectly all right Miss Khan. Can I get you anything?” The nurse asked helpfully.

Kamala took a few breaths, closing her drooping eyelids and then rasped: “Some chai tea would be nice, but if you don’t have that you can bring me whatever hot liquid you have on hand. My palate has grown accustomed to so many alien flavors over the years… one of the perks of being as well traveled as I have.” She added with a sagging smile.

“Absolutely Madam Marvel. Anything you need.” The nurse said grinning as she turned away from the elderly woman to a beverage station in the corner of the room.

Kamala wheezes gently massaging her elongated arms with crooked wrinkled fingers.

“While you do that let me tell you a story from my heroing days… I’ve seen it all really. I was there when Carol punched Adolf Hitler!... You probably have no idea who Hitler is, but back on Earth that was a big deal!” She croaked slowly.

The nurse nodded with a smile.

Kamala reached up with great effort and began to stroke her extremely loose saggy chin. “Now let’s see what kind of story would you like to hear? The one about the romance dimension? Ohoho, if those boys back then could see me now… no, you want a story with more adventure. There’s the time I battled in the Great Mutant Wars in the future…. No, no, how about the story of me and the venom symbiote? Ah I know *Wheeze* I’ll tell you about the time that I lead the Champions of the Galaxy against the syndicate of cyborg space pirates… So at the time I was trying to get away from earth began Dormamu had annulled my marriage. And I had hitch hiked to Knowhere that was when out I suddenly got a telepathic call…. It was… from someone… you wouldn’t believe…” Her heavy drooping eyelids fluttered and her breath became shallow.

As the nurse came over with the tea she saw the aged Kamala Khan snoring as her sagging body draped around the chair. She kindly set the tea beside her and pulled a blanket over the old woman and then quickly hurried off to find one of her other young friends.

Post by spyguy on May 3, 2019 at 2:35am

Gwen continued crawling along the wall, peeking into room after room and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, just tired old fogies lounging about. As she watched the retirees sleeping and slowly shuffling around, she thought to herself that she would rather be pummeled to death by the Rhino end up old and alone like these ladies.

She peered into the next room and what she saw caused her gloved hand to shoot up to her mouth to muffle her own scream. She did a backflip off the wall and rushed inside to find an elderly woman with long grey hair sunken into a chair, knitting while wearing a sweater emblazoned with the Spider-Woman logo. In the chair to the left of her, dozing, was a wrinkled old woman with a grey faux-hawk and an unmistakable blue starburst pattern over her sunken left eye. She was holding a futuristic looking music instrument on her blanketed lap.

“Jess? Alison!?” Gwen exclaimed as she rushed over to her former mentor and sometimes partner, taking off her gloves and putting her young hands on the elderly Spider-Woman’s wrinkled cheeks.

The old woman raised a grey eyebrow at the young heroine. “Yes? My aren’t you a peach! I love the skin tight outfit dearie! I dare say, if I were 50 years younger i’d certainly give you a run for your money!” The old woman rattled with a puckered smirk and a wink of her wrinkled eye.

Gwen immediately backed away. “Ew! Gross Jess!” She and Jess had flirted from time to time but in a fun, college-roomies kind of way. This felt like getting hit on by an elderly aunt.

Dazzler stirred awake. “Eh? What? Oh! We have company! Jessica? Is this your granddaughter?” She asked as she struggled to stand up out of her chair. She was slightly stooped and didn’t lift her feet from the ground as she shuffled forward.

“No - Alison! It’s me! Gwen!” Gwen tried to explain as the former blonde pop star turned up her hearing aid and reached a thin, withered hand to pat Gwen’s shoulder.

“Will you be visiting long? Ol’ Dazzler can teach you a few tunes on this here doo-hickey! I know all the old big-band standards! I used to be a pretty big deal back in my day. Folks would come to my shows from all around to see me shake my hips!” She quavered as she attempted to demonstrate, making a couple awkward jerking wiggles with her frail body then stopping quickly and grabbing her hip with a wince.

"Um don't hurt yourself Dazzler!" Gwen said with concern.

"Oh it's all right dear. This old body just isn't what it's used to. That move used to scandalize whole towns and drive all the boys shipping off to war wild with excitement. Heck, when Elvis came on the scene they used to call him 'The Male Dazzler' cause he borrowed my act!" She rattled with a nostalgic chuckle.

“And I’ll knit you a nice scarf dear. You must be chilly under there with just the one layer on.” Jess added with a wry smile.

Gwen looked at the two grannies wide-eyed.

“What happened to you guys!? Who did this to you?” Gwen asked astonished.

“Who did what dear?” Jess asked adjusting her yellow glasses on her face.

“Who turned you into doddering old geezers? You two are like the coolest people I know and now Alison carrying on about 40s music and can’t hear worth a damn and you’re wasting your day away doing needle work!” She exclaimed in disbelief.

Jess shook her her old gray head, tsking Gwen’s statement. “Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it, hon.”

Dazzler adjusted her hearing aid again, scratching her partially shaved head trying to understand what Gwen was getting at.

“We just grew old, pumpkin. Age gets us all one day or another.” The elderly mutant explained, rubbing her stiff, swollen fingers and shuffling back to her chair.

“Uh uh! I’m going to figure out what did this to you and i’m going to find a way to make you guys young again before they do the same to me. Now way am I going out like that - turned into a lame-ass shriveled old Aunt May with spider-powers. We can stop this. Are you ladies with me!?” Gwen proclaimed.

The two elderly heroes didn’t seemed stirred by her speech.

Dazzler looked over as if she had just noticed Gwen was talking. “What was that? Sorry my hearing aids been acting up all morning.” She said adjusting it again.

Jess just continued knitting. “Oh, you go off and have fun, sweetie. Those days are behind us. Alison and I try to take this slow and easy. Save up our energy for when we have someone with us between the sheets.” Jess said with a knowing grin.

Gwen stuck out her tongue is disgust. But before she could respond her spider-sense went off. She instinctively leapt onto the wall as the nurse entered the room.

“You! You did this to my friends!” Gwen said and turned to fire webs at the nurse but found that her web-shooters were now inexplicably lying on on the table in front of Jess.

“Ah yes, well they made the mistake of entering into my web. I’m sure you can relate.” The nurse said with a pointy toothed smile.

“Give them back their youth right now and I promise I won’t kick your ass… too hard.” Gwen threatens.

“Oh don’t worry, you and your friends will be the same age again soon enough.” The nurse retorts calmly, examining Gwen’s web-shooters.

“Good luck! You’ll have to catch me first!” Gwen says climbing up onto the ceiling.

The nurse looks up at her. “Oh Miss Stacy, I think you read too many stories… I don’t need to touch you to drain your youth…” She explains as a green glow emanates from her.

Suddenly Gwen feels an unfamiliar sensation - she’s winded. The nurse grins as she sees crinkles and lines begin to creep up on the pretty blonde teenagers face.

Quickly her skin tight bodysuit was no longer as flattering on the spider-girl’s body as Gwen’s mid-section and thighs grew flabby, stretching the suit to its limits and creating visible rolls above her waist.

Grey began to sprinkle through her straight blonde hair and her pink lips began to prune. Now Gwen Stacy looked around the age of her own father, and like the elder police captain her face had a bit of a haggard look to it as she passed out of middle age.

Her breasts softened and dangled lower and lower toward the floor as they grew looser and saggier on her chest. Her hair became completely grey as veiny hands now struggled to hold the Spider-Granny to the ceiling.

“I would come down now my dear. Else you discover why most old spiders are found dead on their backs…” The nurse warned.

Gwen’s whole body ached and she felt it curling on itself, joints popping and muscles stiffening. She knew it was risky for her to maintain this position for much longer.
She reluctantly began to slowly and carefully crawl her way back to the wall and then down to the floor.

The nurse gave an exasperated sigh as Gwen climbed down.

"You can't keep climbing at your age Miss Stacy. You fall and then you can't get back up. That's why we had to give you that alert bracelet...." The nurse said with a satisfied grin.

She groaned from the relief of being back on the ground and rubbed her back, feeling a sudden bulge sticking out from under her suit. She patted it with her shaky hand and her weathered eyes went wide at the nurse.

“I’m wearing depends!” She shouted and then her hand shot up to her loose wrinkled throat at the realization of how old and shrill her voice sounded.

“Yes, seems you don’t have the same control you had when you were young, Gwen my dear.” The nurse explained with a satisfied smile.

“Happens to the best of us, darling!” Jess adds solemnly.

Gwen looks confused at her wrinkled hands and her saggy old lady body. Her suit was now frayed and discolored, looking as old as she did.

“But I… was…. What was I doing again?” She asked the nurse in a meek voice, feeling a bit befuddled.

“You just came in here to visit with your friends. I dare say the three of you are positively inseparable! All the other ladies are jealous of how cool you three are!” The nurse said in a patronizing tone.

Gwen smiles proudly at the compliment. “Oh, it’s staying active that keeps us young. Power walking in the morning - bingo in the evening!” She quavers with a content smile.

Dazzler rouses from her chair. “Oh Gwenny… I was thinking of getting the band back together. Put on a fun show, for when the grandkids come to visit. What do you say?”

Gwen looks down at her liver-spotted hands and gnarled fingers. “Oh Alison, what a fun idea! It’s been quite a while though since I was behind a drum kit - darn arthritis might make it tough for me to hold onto my sticks right - but i’m happy to give it a try! We could play some of those swing ditties we used to love!” The grey haired former teen rattles.

“Well I think that sounds wonderful. I’ll leave you ladies to it!” The nurse says as she exits the room.

Gwen braces herself on the table for a moment. “Heh, spider-sense is flaring up something awful today. I think we may be getting weather.” She mumbles as she begins to shuffle out of the room.

“Where are you going, gorgeous? I haven’t had a chance to get a good look at you in your old suit!” Jess chides with a lecherous wink.

“Oh i’ll be back in two shakes dear. I’m just going to bake you gals a nice batch of wheat cakes!” She says with a smile as she slowly shuffles out of the room.

Post by spyguy on May 5, 2019 at 4:20pm

Kate Bishop strutted through the facility with a huffy look about her. She refused to make eye contact with all of the frail old women smiling at her and reaching for her with their trembling hands. It wasn’t that she hated old people, it was just that she hated the idea of growing old and the sight of all of these doddering codgers with all their sags and wrinkles really grossed her out. She made a quick beeline to the outdoor deck.

She looked out at the multiple bright suns and the big bright pool of water gently crashing against the sandy beach and she grinned from ear to ear. Flipping her sunglasses up onto her silky dark hair she began to saunter over to a lounge chair humming ‘California Love’ by 2 Pac & Dr. Dre. She thought about all of her fellow Young Avengers searching this place from top to bottom and coming up empty handed while she worked on her tan. Soon they would all be out here getting their I-told-ya-so’s.

In the meantime, she was going to relax.

Kate quickly set aside her bow and quiver and then peeled off her boots and purple suit revealing a matching purple two-piece underneath. As she finished pulling the suit off of her foot she looked up to see a terrifying sight.

Directly in her eye-line was a stooped over old woman grasping a wooden cane - completely naked. Luckily Kate was saved from seeing all the old woman’s saggy naughty bits as they were covered by the crones incredibly long grey hair. Still Kate quickly shielded her eyes and jumped onto her lounge chair facing away from the wrinkly Venus on a Halfshell.

“Would you like some company young lady? I used to be a great Queen, you know.” She heard the old biddy quaver as she creaked onto a nearby lounge chair.

“No, thank you.” Kate said sassily as she flipped her sunglasses back down and reached around to untie her top.

‘God, old people are the *worst*.’ She thought as she laid there tanning. ‘All they do is just sit around, moving slow and complaining about their numerous aches and pains.’

“You really shouldn’t tan out here like that. The suns really wrinkle up fair skin like yours over time.” Kate heard a young voice say as a shadow cast over her.

She lifted her sunglasses and squinted up at the visage of the nurse.

“Don’t sweat it. A little sunshine isn’t going to kill me and I have a loooooong time before I have to worry about wrinkles.” Kate said in a smug tone.

“Oh, maybe sooner than you think…” The nurse retorted in an equally self-impressed voice.

Kate felt a slight tingling. She reached back to tie her bikini top back on and felt sharp pain in her elbow from doing so. And were her arms... stiffer? Once she finishes tying the bikini string she notices that it feels too tight. Her hands reach around to cup her chest only to discover that her breasts are larger but also softer and saggier.

“Ah god damnit.” She mutters as she stands up from the seat.

“Things a bit farther south than you expected?” The nurse asks coyly.

Kate rolls her eyes at the statement.

“No I just hate being wrong." Kate squares her shoulders and plants her feet, ready to face off against the alien nurse. "Now tell me what you did with Black Widow and the others!” She called out and then cleared her throat as it sounded a little horse.

Kate attempted to back flip over to her bow and quiver before the nurse could answer but as soon as she bent her back fired a bolt of pain through her body and she crumpled back onto the lounger chair.

“Now now, acrobatics like that are definitely not suitable for a woman your age!” The nurse says with a laugh.

Kate sits up on the chair and looks down at her exposed belly as it pooches and oozes over the string of her bikini bottom. Her stomach is crinkling before her eyes as as she tries to push it in frantically.

“No, no, no, no! I’m *NOT* sporting a muffin top!” She cried in desperation and then she saw how her thighs were beginning to rub together and become riddled with cellulite and began to wail.

The young archer was now looking to be approaching retirement age as she grabbed a handful of her long brunette hair and saw that it was entirely grey. She looked up with a mix of fury and confusion at the nurse.

“Why are you doing this to me? This is awful!” She declared in a shakier voice.

The nurse just grinned.

“You’re looking quite wise Miss Bishop. But i’d maybe think twice about your choice in bathing suit… you may bother some of the young visitors we get from time to time showing off that much wrinkled skin… though I can assure you they won’t be bothered for long before having to deal with their own sags and wrinkles.” She cackled maniacally.

Kate’s face withered and her cheeks drooped into wrinkly jowls giving her the look of a bitter, cranky old woman. She was staring mortified at her chest which was shriveling and pulling her top down toward her belly button. The skin had blue veins snaking along the top as well as a good amount of dark blotches from too much sun exposure.

“You can’t turn me into a shriveled old biddy! That’s like my worst nightmare.” She screamed trying with great effort to get up from her chair. Her whole body ached and creaked. Her ass shifted down onto the back of her thighs feeling like loose jello.

“It’s not so bad. Your friends are all making the most of it.” The nurse said with a satisfied tone.

This seemed to light a fire back under Kate whose old tired eyes flashed with rage and she shored up her remaining energy, which wasn’t much at this point and lunged at the Nurse. She was too weak to be of any real danger and the nurse ended up bracing the old woman from falling over, supporting her as Kate steadied herself looking around confused. She wet her thin pruned pink lips.

“What was I doing again?” Kate asked suddenly feeling very disoriented.

“Why Miss Bishop, you just came out her to get some sun. My what a racy outfit you have on. All of the males around will most certainly be turning their heads at you.” The nurse said sweetly.

Kate took a few steps on her own, waving at the nurses compliment dismissively.

“Eh men are useless!” She snapped in a cranky tone hobbling away from the nurse. “Oh Medusa! I didn’t know you were out here! How are you?” She rasped at the incredibly long haired old woman laying a few chairs away.

The elderly Inhuman raised a grey eyebrow at the bikini clad granny hobbling toward her.

“My back is positively aching and there’s a ringing in my ears!” Medusa complained.

Kate nodded slowly sitting down in the lounge chair next to her.

“Oh I know! My arthritis is really flaring up and don’t even get me started on my bunions!” Kate chimed in holding up her withered foot for the former Inhuman queen to see.

“Oh that’s a nice toenail color.” Medusa remarks referring to the reddish purple adorning Kate’s now crooked toes.

“Oh well thank you. I got a pedicure last week to cover up my thick yellowing nails. Wish there was a way to cover up all the liver spots…” She lamented looking at her withered foot.

The nurse waved at them kindly. “Okay well i’ll leave you ladies to your visit. I’ll just be inside if you need anything.”

Kate scowls at her then turns back to Medusa. “Geh, young people are the worst. Bustling around to this and that - butting in where they have no business. Strutting around like they own the place!” Kate said with a shake of her bony fist.

“Like my good for nothing grandson Clint! I raised that boy like he were my own but has he come to visit me even once? No!” she adds bitterly

Medusa nods in agreement. “Youth is wasted on the young.”

Post by spyguy on Jul 7, 2019 at 3:40pm

Nico Minoru, the teen magic user of the group, found herself exploring in what looked like a salon portion of the nursing home. Elderly aliens were lined up getting their hair/feathers/cilia trimmed by droids. She thought it was odd that there would be a beauty section of this rest home. Most of the old women she had seen seemed beyond the age of needing to ‘do themselves up’. But she did think it was cute watching these old ladies fuss over their appearance.

Then she saw a pair sitting stooped over at the end of the row that made her blood run cold. One was a wrinkled, heavy-set black woman with white dreadlocks and the other was a frail old white woman babbling in Russian. That by itself wouldn’t be enough to make Nico freak but the sweaters that they were wearing absolutely did. 

She ran up to the elderly women and was dumbfounded at the logos on their hand knit sweaters. The old black woman was wearing a white sweater with Monica Rambeau’s Spectrum logo on it. While the frail Russian woman was wearing a black sweater with a red hour-glass in the center.

“Where did you ladies get those sweaters?” She demanded.

The elderly black woman squinted at her through tired eyes. She turned to her equally elderly friend who was sticking a bony finger to her thin red lips, looking even befuddled.

“Why, our gal pal Jessica made these for us!” The elderly woman with the white dreads croaked slowly.

Nico’s eyes went wide. “Jess? Jess Drew? Young woman about this tall with uh…” She began to hold her hands out to demonstrate Jess’s impressively gravity defying chest.

The two old women chuckled. “Nah kid. Jess Drew’s an old bat like us! More like tits down to here!” Monica cackled holding her wrinkled hands down right above her lap.

Nico went wide-eyed. She began backing away from the old women, who she now confirmed were elderly versions of her friends.

“Hey young lady, where ya going? We were having a conversation!” Monica called out after her. She turned to Natasha and shook her head. “Kids these days. And did you see what that girl was wearing?”

But Nico ran out into the hall as fast as she could and caught her breath. Seeing Monica and Nat as shriveled old women had been terrifying. She knew she needed to find a way to make A-Force young again - and maybe the rest of the women in this place. But for now she needed to warn the others. She raised the staff of One in her hand as it glowed red.

“Gather.” She said as magic swirled around and teleported her 4 young teammates to her side. Except her teammates were no longer young. Standing before her in the hallway were 4 VERY old, and very confused women where a group of strong teenage heroes should be.

“Oh no, my vertigo!” Gwen exclaimed, steadying herself on a wall with her sticky spider palm.

America shoved a crooked finger into Nico’s chest. “You can’t just go off teleporting people without permission, niña! It’s irresponsible!”

Behind her, Kate blinked in confusion. “Clint? Clint, is this one of your jokes? You get out here this instant, you delinquent!”

Kamala just stood there, snoring for a moment before startling herself awake. “I’m up! I’m up. I was merely meditating. Trick I learned back in the 70’s from Doctor Strange…”

Nico couldn’t believe this. She took several breaths, shoring up as much strength as she could so she could do another spell so soon after her last one. She closed her eyes.

“Youth.” She commanded and the staff glowed red again.

She opened her eyes to see her friends were their youthful selves once more. Except they didn’t seem to be relieved. Rather they all seemed surprised and excited to suddenly be so young.

“Well look at me! I’m a young pup again!” America declared flexing a muscle.

“I look as I did back when I fought in the big one!” Kamala said with a reserved smile, admiring her smooth hands.

“Check out these gams ladies! I always said youth was wasted on the young!” Kate said proudly.

“Isn’t this nice! Now I’ll have some extra pep in my step around the kitchen!” Gwen added with a warm smile.

“Guys snap out of it!” Nico yelled, exhausted from the back to back spell casting.

“You almost got it didn’t you? But not quite.” The nurse said from behind her with a pointy-toothed smile.

The alien woman inhaled deeply, shutting her eyes from the pleasure as Nico watched in vain as her friends’ skin withered, hair whitened, and bones creak, aging back into tired old grannies once more.

“Ah, thanks for the second hit. It was almost as good as the first.” The nurse said.

“So you feed off of youth!” Nico said angrily.

“Precisely. And i’m sorry to say, the goth look doesn’t really age well…” The nurse responded smugly.

Nico panted as she stood up straight and lifted the staff with all her strength.

“Clarity.” She gasped as the staff glowed red once more.

“Oh dear, you’re looking completely wiped and I haven’t even taken a single year from you yet.” The nurse said sympathetically.

“And you won’t get your chance. Young Avengers… Attack!” Nico yelled through labored breaths as she slumped against the wall.

Unfortunately, her friends were now a bit distracted as they all found themselves in shock at how old they looked.

“My muscles!” America yelled looking at her flabby arms.

“My whole freakin’ body!” Kate wailed looking at her shriveled form.

“We’re a bunch of olds!” Kamala said feeling her drooping jowly cheeks.

“Oh god, why am I wearing an old costume?! I look like an alternate universe Aunt May!” Gwen lamented.

“Seriously?! We don’t have time for this! Baddie over here!” Nico yelled again.

“Right! Take out the villain first, then freak out, THEN get our youth back.” America ordered as she hobbled swiftly over to the nurse, who seemed to find this all too amusing to do anything.

America lifted her leg for a roundhouse kick—*FRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPP* a loud granny fart expelled from her shriveled ass as her wrinkled face blushed and her fat old leg shot back down quickly. Her hands clenched her side in pain.

“Oof! I think— I think I threw out my hip!” She wailed.

“Yeah, not the only thing you threw out!” Kate said wrinkling her nose in judgement.

Meanwhile Ms. Marvel was attempting to embiggen but her body wasn’t cooperating. Various parts were swelling and deflating but Kamala seemed unable to control which ones. She finally felt her height grow momentarily but a sharp pain in her back caused her to stop. She shrunk back down, doubling over in agony as she reached around to rub her lower back, but as she did so her embiggened breasts spilled out of a flap in her robe and rolled out across the floor like rolls of toilet paper. The shriveled, pendulous masses stretched down the hall like a couple of brown snakes.

“EVERYBODY CLOSE YOUR EYES! MY BOBOS ARE EXPOSED!!!” Ms. Marvel yelled shrilly as she scrambled, frozen back bent, to scoop the elongated breasts back up into her clothes. She she did so she felt something go loose in her mouth and slip past her wrinkled lips.

The elderly Pakistani-American hero sucked her pruned lips in and looked down wide-eyed at the dentures that now looked like they were biting her left breast on the floor.

“Oh no! I don haf teef!!!” She wailed.

Gwen was trying not to step on Kamala’s impossibly saggy breasts as she jumped stiffly around the hallway to fire off her web shooters and web the nurse to the wall.

“Guys, we’re just a little older! We can still do this!” She quavered supportively.

Her fingers however, were having trouble tapping the release on the web shooters due to their swollen knuckles and crookedness from age. She finally got her old fingers down and just heard a “FSSSST” sound. She tried again with great effort. Nothing.

“I’m all dried up!” She yelled, baffled.

“Is that an old lady pun? This isn’t really the time for innuendos.” Kate called to her.

“No i’m serious! I don’t know what happened to my web shooters. They’re like bottles of white-out that haven’t been used in decades.” Gwen said confused.

“Maybe if you really squeeze them it’ll clear the gunk out!” America suggested with a wheeze.

Gwen nodded her grey head, screwed her eyes shut, and tried pressing down with all her strength. She grunted with effort, willing the shooters to fire when her eyes went wide.

“Well?” Kate shouted.

“I… I think I just wet myself!” Gwen whispered, mortified.

“It happens at your age dear.” The nurse offered sympathetically.

“Lady, i’m not even in college yet!” Gwen shot back bitterly

“At least you’re wearing depends!” America offered.

“God, I’m so lame…” She muttered, patting down the crinkling mass under her ill-fitting suit

“Don’t worry. I got this.” Kate said wetting her wrinkled lips and pulling an arrow into her bow.

Her hands were trembling from palsy and her arthritic fingers were making the normally whip fast maneuver of knocking an arrow painfully slow to watch.

“Kate!” Nico pleaded.

“Hold your horses, kiddo! This alien jerk gave me arthritis. I can’t work as fast as I used to.” Kate snapped crankily. Her eyes widened. “Oh noooo. I sound like my grandma!”

“Please, take your time.” The nurse offered.

Kate licked her lips again holding her bow as steady as she could. It was at that point that she realized that she could barely see. Everything was so blurry.

“Aim it at the nurse Bishop!” America yelled.

“I’m trying! I don’t… I think I might need glasses!” Kate said adjusting.

“You’re going to hit Kamala’s loose shriveled bobos!” Gwen warned.

“Nooooo!” Kamala cried in fear as she continued to bunch them into her arms as quickly as she could.

“I’m about to hit the bad guy! This stupid arthritis is killing me! Your sass isn’t helping!” Kate yelled adjusting once more.

“Kate! 3 o’clock!” Nico shouted.

Kate shuffled to the position that Nico called and swiftly released the arrow. However it missed the nurse by about a foot and whizzed into the salon where it clanged off a chair, a mirror then cut a dread off of Monica’s hair before sailing back out into the hallway and ricocheting off of America’s Adamantium hip and finally lodging into the wooden cane of an old green skinned woman hobbling by.

“Did I get her?” Kate asked hopefully.

“No dear. But it was a valiant effort. There’s a reason we don’t offer Archery for Seniors.” The nurse said.

As the nurse patronized her elderly friends Nico was pushing herself back up and holding her staff out, which began to glow red once more.

“I-” She began to say.

“Yeah Nico!” Gwen cheered.

“I… uh…” The former Runaway stammered.

“Literally anything, chica!” America coaxed.

“I can’t remember the word I was going to say!” Nico said, her mind suddenly covered in a thick fog.

“Just say another one!” Kate pleaded.

“I can’t um… words are hard… not… there…” She mumbled, alarmed at how any word that came into her head dissipated like wisps of smoke just as quickly as she thought of it. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth.

Then the rest of the Young Avengers looked on in horror as the young woman began to grow older. Her face quickly wrinkled and shriveled up as her back stooped, forcing her to use the Staff of One for support. Her legs became stick thin, with knobby knees knocking together and her chest slid down her dress until it rested on her stomach. Her arms also lost muscle and tone becoming bony and wrinkled. Her fingers curled into gnarled talons. Her loose neck skin dangled under her incredibly lined old face. Her thick black make-up looked absurd on her wrinkled lips and sunken eyes. Her hair turned grey and then white as the frail old witch now stood trembling before them.

But that was when a word finally solidified in her mind. She clenched the staff with both veiny hands and it began to glow red once more.

“Reju-” She began to mouth out slowly.

But as she said the word her mouth filled with small objects and as her lips parted to speak the objects - her teeth began to tumble out and down to the floor.

“Rejubinaht.” She croaked as her lips tucked around her gums and the light of the staff went dark.

Her eyes blinked a few times as nothing happened. She glanced around looking scared and confused.

“Who ah you?” She asks the nurse timidly.

“Poor dear, I think she went a bit senile.” The nurse said with a smirk.

The old heroes hobbled quickly over to her.

“Nico!” Gwen called embracing her newly aged friend.

“Don’t worry! We’ll beat her and find a way to change us all back!” America declared glaring at the nurse.

“Unlikely dears, as you’re probably not doing to remember this in a few moments.” The nurse responded.

“Ladieth, would you be tho kind asth to help me gather mythelf up? I appear to hath had a thpill again!” Kamala said now no longer alarmed by her exposed flesh. "Altho ith thomeone coul fine my teef?"

“What? Speak up Khan. My hearing ain’t what it used to be.” America mumbled shuffling over to help her.

“Why Nico dear, what a darling outfit you’re wearing!” Gwen said impressed at the short black skirt.

“Too much skin for someone our age if you ask me! You look like one of those gothic harlots you’re always hearing about on the news!” Kate mumbled.

“I think it’s pretty bold to wear something so racy at our age. I know Jess will like it!” Gwen chuckled.

“I… we were young…” Nico mumbled with a concerned look.

“Yes we were dear, a long LONG time ago. Those were the days though weren’t they? I used to wear skirts that short back then too and all the boys… Peter… Harry… Miles… they’d all come a runnin’.” Gwen said thinking back fondly.

“Okay ladies, I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day. Why don’t you head back to your rooms and rest up. You don’t want to miss bingo!” The nurse said as the old women nodded and slowly shuffled down the hall together, not realizing they were leaving their youth behind

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Post by keith943 on Apr 20, 2020 at 4:54pm

This clearly was a 616 exclusive storyline.

Or, at the very least, 616esque. What with all the aliens from other realities in the background. 🤣

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Or, at the very least, 616esque. What with all the aliens from other realities in the background. 🤣

History
Reality well known to a time-traveller known as the Doctor in a future of which Merlyn and Arthur trapped Catavolcus and killed him using fusion device known as Dragon. The Doctor then helped them escape the explosion.

Notes
First numbered in All-New Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe #7 (2006).
Released nearly two decades after the Seventh Doctor and Death's Head crossovers, this designation does not completely mesh with how the stories treat these universes. The Doctor sends Death's head to Earth-5555 (Earth in the year 8162), the reality of Dragon's Claws first appearing in Dragon's Claws #1. Death's Head lives in 8162 for the better part of Death's Head Vol 1 until he is hired to kill the Doctor by Josiah W. Dogbolter, a Doctor Who Magazine character, with Hob, another DWM character, traveling from Dogbolter to Death's Head by conventional transport. The Seventh Doctor then leaves Death's Head at the top of Four Freedoms Plaza building of Earth-616 (in 1989), where the latter meets the Fantastic Four. Reed Richards then sends Death's Head to Earth-8410 (year 2020), where he is based until his death in Death's Head II #1 with occasional excursions to other realities due to his involvement with the Time Variance Authority.
It is additionally established in Sensational She-Hulk #24 that Earth 8410 is one of the futures of Earth-616 because Bono lives his life from the latter to the former. While not explicitly confirmed, Earth-5555 is also likely a future of Earth-616. It is, however, far from clear that year 2020 of Earth-8410 and year 8162 of Earth-5555 belong to the same timeline. Firstly, no direct travel between them ever happened. Secondly, while there is no explicit indication of crossing between universes in traveling between them, neither was there one when Death's Head was transported from Earth-120185 (Transformers UK universe) to his first meeting with the Doctor in Doctor Who Magazine #135 and on to his meeting with Dragon's Claws in 8162.
It is well established that Doctor Who universe is itself a multiverse with multiple parallel universes, pocket universes, alternate timelines, etc. (first established in the 1970 story Inferno). Already the first Doctor Who comic story published by Marvel in Doctor Who Weekly #1-8, Doctor Who and the Iron Legion, takes place in two alternative realities. By placing the story of Doctor Who Monthly #60 in a future of Earth-5556, Marvel avoided specifying which of the multiple realities frequented by the Doctor, including those depicted in Marvel produced comic stories, is Earth-5556.
Trivia
This universe connects with the "Whoniverse" as introduced in the science fiction television series Doctor Who, which ran from 1963 to 1989 and again from 2005 to the present. In the 1980s and 90s, Marvel published a number of Doctor Who-based comics, primarily via its UK branch's Doctor Who Weekly (later known as Doctor Who Magazine), and also linked the character to the Prime Marvel Universe when the Doctor's TARDIS materialised on top of the Four Freedoms Plaza building of Earth-616 in Death's Head #8. By extension, the spinoff TV series Torchwood, The Sarah Jane Adventures, K-9 and Class also connect here. It has been speculated that Blake's 7 may also exist in this universe, as elements from their cosmology have appeared in Doctor Who spin-off stories, as might elements of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and Quatermass. Elements of Captain Britain have also intersected with the Doctor Who Magazine comic strip.

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I tried finding the link that brings up the subject of marvel comics experts are actually in disagreement over whether earth 616 is the prime earth or is uk marvel/ doctor who earth-5556 is the prime earth. I am sorry it was just the comments about the story being set in earth 616 simply made me think of it. marvel.fandom.com/wiki/The_Doctor_(Earth-5556)marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Category:The_Doctor_(Earth-5556)/Appearances

Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2020 at 5:09pm

Cool. Maybe 5556 is Prime Earth. Good point. Regardless, Spyguy and Chrono were clearly doing a storyline directed around 616.

Also, wouldn't mind seeing Capaldi hooking up with an middle aged Black Widow. Great visual right there. ♥️🤣

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