The following story contains characters owned by Marvel Comics. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the author.

Early in 1999, Eddie Glover posted his story, "A New World - Sequel to Universal Collision". There was one segment of the story rather early on which alluded to some events which weren't covered in earlier parts. Ever since he posted the story, I've been thinking of writing that missing segment. I finished it last weekend, and sent it to Eddie to see what he thought. He liked it very much; he asked that if I posted it I let the readers know what story by him it came from, and about where in the story it would fall.

For those with their own saved files of this story, my part falls right at the end of his first posted part. This would mean inserting my part between his segment labeled as "Brotherhood of Evil Mutants" and the segment labeled as "DC Earth - Gotham City".


Femizonia----South Atlantic----Marvel Earth

Late in the evening, standing together in the midst of a genetic research laboratory that would have been the envy of any of the world governments, particularly the United States which was roughly six hundred miles across the mid-Atlantic to the northwest, were two impressive looking females. This laboratory was one of the gems of Femizonia, originated by Superia as a females-only hidden paradise. This made the fact that the two looked impressive all the more significant, since they were surrounded by the hand-picked cream of feminine scientists, technicians and other functionaries necessary.

Superia herself stood out for both her height and her statuesque female form. If anything, she looked like a living six foot tall Barbie Doll that had its hair removed and then had been painted overall with glossy black paint. Her face was the only part of her flesh visible, and it was a picture of intense beauty with deep blue eyes, highly arched black eyebrows, a prominent but elegantly shaped nose, and deep red coated lips which were normally tightly closed. The gloves on her hands looked to be actually a part of the sleeves of her costume, for there were no apparent breaks where they might have ended. As if her normal commanding height was not enough, she was elevated even higher by the spike heels on her black boots.

Accenting her black form was gold striping which formed a ring around her neck; came down from her shoulders to join a large ring over her center chest with its large mounds, then went straight down to her crotch where two more stripes wound around her upper thighs, forming an inverted arrow from the front. There was another stripe going around her narrow waist, making this arrow look like the symbol for femininity. More striping on her arms and legs with circles around her elbows and knees worked to form smaller versions of this same symbol. Her face was framed in this gold, with the band over her forehead continuing around her head and another band going straight up from her forehead and continuing to the base of her neck in back. There was also a flowing golden cape attached to her shoulders where the two gold bands originated.

Standing next to her, looking no less stunning if not quite as physically impressive, was the Titanian trained Moondragon in an entirely dark green costume. The top part of her costume looked like a single-piece bathing suit, with a deep V exposing most of her center chest. Elbow length gloves and mid-calf boots with tops that angled sharply upward from behind her calves to form points below her knees, with elegant stiletto heels below them, accented this top. A cape hanging to her calves fell from her neck, and rising from the same location was a high collar framing Moondragon's most striking feature - her completely bald head. This served to highlight her prowess, which was mental manipulation. Her own face was no less beautiful than Superia's, and also worked to emphasize the bald dome above it.
 
 The pair had been getting a major operation set up inside the hidden complex, and to complete it, Moondragon had sent a mental probe into the astral realm. When this probe connected, she pulled it into our realm.
 
 "Morgan, I had Moondragon draw you here for a very special reason," Superia said to the magenta haired beauty who popped into view before her in the center of her laboratory complex.
 
 Quite tall, standing almost eye to eye with Superia at her six feet, she was clad in a green dress that clung tightly to her torso and large round breasts, with such a wide V in front that nearly all of her chest was visible. It hung very loosely on her arms and off her hips, falling to floor level. There was a black choker around her neck with a skull at front center, and a skull hung from each of her earlobes. Another large skull hung from a necklace, while a strange looking belt was composed entirely of small skulls with one very large one centered over her crotch. However, everything about this visage was entirely what Morgan Le Fey wished it to be at any given moment, and Superia had Moondragon use an arcane mental spell to bring her forth without any warning or chance to dress otherwise.
 
 "Aye, Superia, so you have," Morgan replied with a cocked eyebrow. "I do so hope that this is going to be worth my time, for you have plucked me from an almost critical planning session I was having for bringing Spider-Woman back into my clutches. Young Jessica Drew may think that she is now free of my influence since she has given up her role, but I have different plans for her and her future. Now, just what is it that you and..." here she gestured toward the other costumed female to Superia's left, "...Moondragon, wish of me?"
 
 "Yes, this is Moondragon at my side, Morgan," Superia answered, "and she was at one time an Avenger. I know you have had contact with Iron Man, so you must also be familiar with the Avengers. She has been away from them ever since they insulted her four years ago. Moondragon and I have been working on a plot to subdue the Avengers directly inside their own mansion headquarters, and to do so, we decided to see if you could assist us."
 
 "If my assistance is to have anything to do with your further use of those large cylinders behind you," Morgan said while pointing, "I want to be of as much help to you as I can. I am aware that you came ever so close to turning both Captain America of the Avengers and his friend Paladin into loyal female subjects, but failed due to some interference by their female friends that betrayed your cause. Are you indeed planning on putting your chemical transformation baths to more uses?"
 
 "Morgan, you have either read my mind, looked into the future, or have a keen sense of deduction," Superia said as she waved a hand toward the row of seats to her side. "Please, let's sit down and discuss the details."
 
 Morgan Le Fey took the offer, and sat with her two hostesses to either side. As she heard Superia relate their plan, with details added by Moondragon both audibly and via direct mental connection, the sorceress grinned wickedly. Putting a total of three males with specific powers and body builds which could be altered into appropriate female forms made the original plan for Captain America and Paladin pale in significance. "And all you need me to do initially is to bring our three subjects here for processing?" she asked Superia.
 
 "To start, yes. Then, of course, once they have been given bodies of the better gender, I hope that you will use your mystical abilities to further disguise them so that we can use them in getting at the Avengers."
 
 "Done, Superia. Where would you like our gentlemen to be placed, here before you or directly into yon tanks?"
 
 "Here before us, please," Moondragon answered. "I will freeze their minds and bodily functions so that our technicians can properly get them strapped into the tanks with all the hoses and lines hooked up. And this time, no one will interfere with the proper sequencing of the transformation system that Dr. Nightshade came so close with before. This time she will be completely unhampered."
 
 As soon as Moondragon finished, she found herself facing Superia with no sign of the Arthurian witch who had been between them an instant before.
 
 * * * * *
 
 At that same moment, Morgan Le Fey appeared in the hallway directly outside the open door to the room of Hercules in Avengers Mansion, now in the form of the goddess Athena. She had waited in the astral realm for just the right moment when none of the other Avengers would be nearby. "Hercules!" she screamed in desperation while knocking sharply at the door. "Come quickly! Ares and Circe have joined forces and are attempting to subjugate all of Mount Olympus!"
 
 "By Zeus, NO!" he yelled while jumping out of chair in which he'd been seated. "Take me with you, Athena, to vanquish the usurpers!"
 
 The apparent Athena took his hand with her left and gestured with her right, then both blinked out of sight.
 
 * * * * *
 
 With time meaning almost nothing to Morgan, it was no sooner than she and Hercules had disappeared from Avengers Mansion that she appeared in the barely livable living room in the decrepit looking building that the Thunderbolts were using for a headquarters. This time she was yet another blonde, but much taller than Athena and so thoroughly covered by the copper and gold costume she wore that her identity was completely hidden away. She knew that the person in this costume was in reality the villainess Moonstone, but it was the majestic form of the faux heroine Meteorite that then walked over to a relaxing Abner Jenkins. He, too, shared the dual roles that all those in this building put on; he was once known as the master criminal Beetle, but now was acting as the hero called Mach-1, with all of the equipment he'd devised for that role on the floor near his feet.
 
 "Mach-1, come with me please. Don't worry about getting any of your exoskeletal armor or flight gear. Citizen V has got a scheme he just thought up that he thinks your input would be helpful with, and he's upstairs waiting for you."
 
 "Okay, Karla, whatever. I can't think of anything I could come up with that would be of any use to our imperious leader, but if wants me, I come." He got up slowly from the couch while pointing the remote at the TV and clicking it off, then walked over to Meteorite's side as she was already turning to head for the stairwell. As soon as he was at her side, she rested her hand on his shoulder and then both popped out of sight.
 
 Morgan's latest disappearing act had almost been witnessed. Just after the event, Songbird, otherwise known as Screaming Mimi, walked into the living room, and wondered why her friend's gear was all laying there without any sign of him. Mach-1 never went anywhere without his gear. Oh, well, she figured, maybe he had to go to the bathroom...
 
 * * * * *
 
 The next spot in which Morgan appeared made the near dump that the Thunderbolts were in look swank. Living in the near squalor of a rapidly decaying townhouse in Atlanta was Marvin Flumm, known better as Mentallo. He'd been left to decay after being tended to on the sly by agents of both S.H.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA, all trying to get him back into action. For this ploy, Morgan popped into view in his kitchen looking like Viper, Madame HYDRA. In this form she felt more at home, with Viper's long black hair and tight green outfit being much more like her own preferred costume. Just as would the furtive Viper, she slinked from the kitchen to his bedroom, where she found him reading quietly.
 
 Morgan knew that there was no way to actually sneak up on Mentallo with his mind still fully capable even if his body weren't, and so just stood there leaning back against his door frame with her right high heeled boot propped up, her mind masked to seem exactly like Viper's. Mentallo felt another presence almost immediately, and when he set down his book, he said as he turned, "You're the last person I would have expected to find here, Viper. What brings you here to my hole in the wall?"
 
 "I bring good news, Mentallo," she said as she stood straight in front of him. "One of our research teams finally came up with the physical rehabilitation program we'd been trying to perfect. Come quickly! They are eager to get you back into form and into action again."
 
 After a quick mental scan had told him that Viper was telling the truth and not hiding any false fronts, he stood and started to go to his closet to get a shirt, since he was in jeans and sneakers only. "Finally. I'd given up hope after first S.H.I.E.L.D. and then HYDRA had drawn blanks in all their trying."
 
 "Don't bother with a shirt, Mentallo," Viper told him. "We'll outfit you in the best possible uniform for the new you as soon as we get back. My car's out front; let's go!"
 
 Mentallo turned away from the closet and walked over to Viper's side. She laid her green gloved left hand on his right shoulder, and both dematerialized.
 
 * * * * *
 
 Morgan Le Fey didn't want her new teammates to think her too frivolous, so instead of bringing all three of her acquisitions to the laboratory only seconds after she left them, she waited just a bit. After what to Superia and Moondragon seemed to be fifteen minutes, during which they'd gone over to Nightshade's side at the controls of the transformation tubes, she felt the time was right. Morgan appeared next to Moondragon and said, "Get ready to do your mind freeze. I have three deliveries that will be standing before you looking very confused in just a moment. But first, a few changes."
 
 Morgan winked at Moondragon, then with a flip of her wrist, she herself once again was in the form of Viper, Moondragon became Athena, and Superia changed from being covered in black and gold to being covered in copper and gold, standing now as Meteorite. "Don't worry," Viper told her accomplices, "you'll see why you look like this in just a moment."
 
 Suddenly three nude males were standing directly in front of them, with mouths dropping in awe at the surroundings in which they found themselves. One quite literally was a Greek god, or at least the son of one, with the heavily muscled physique and long black hair and beard which had made his image so well known among Earth's population. Next to him was the less muscle bound but still extremely fit and tall Mach-1, with his short cropped brown hair tinged with a streak of grey on the left. Finally, there was the slightly bowed figure of Mentallo, who though unable to look as strong as those with him, still commanded an air of authority with his piercing brown eyes and crew cut brown hair. All three spoke at the same time.
 
 "Athena, yea, verily, this be not Olympus!" Hercules said in the only strong voice.
 
 "Meteorite, where on Earth have you brought me?" quavered a stunned Mach-1.
 
 With his mind already telling him that this was not any of the HYDRA locations with which he was familiar, Mentallo asked, "Viper, where did you take me?"
 
 The time was now right, and the woman who looked like Athena reached out with her mind to freeze the minds and lock up all voluntary muscle control of all three. Mentallo's mind was more of a problem than the other two, but she had not only expected that, she was hoping to see a mental strength similar to her own. She grinned wickedly, in such an angelic looking face, as she found him to be just shy of her own abilities, with many so far untapped capabilities that he had yet to access.
 
 As soon as Moondragon had frozen their captives, Morgan reverted herself and her teammates to their true forms. Now looking once again like the imperious leader of her self-developed female nation, Superia walked a few paces to stand directly in front of the three men. "Welcome to my not so humble island, *gentlemen*. As you can see in your limited field of view, other than yourselves, there is not a single male in this facility, nor anywhere else on this island, for that matter. And you've been brought here for one express purpose - not to put your male genes to any procreative uses, if that is what you were hoping, but to increase the female population of this island by three. Three specially endowed and powerful females, loyal agents of mine, and the method of transformation into your new lives is directly behind me. Welcome to Femizonia, *ladies*!"
 
 Nightshade and two of her assistants came over to the stunned and helpless men, then led them one by one to each of the three waiting tubes. With the practice she'd had working with Captain America and Paladin the year before, Nightshade had no trouble getting each into position, with all the intravenous hookups, electrical leads and breathing masks in proper order and ready to function within thirty minutes. One improvement from the earlier use with Cap and Paladin concerned the breathing masks; instead of a simple normal atmosphere mix being pumped into the three subjects, a will nullifying gas was added to make them totally at ease during the process. Added to Moondragon's mental locks and sleep modes in which she'd just put each of them, this would make each transformation go as smoothly as possible.
 
 "Superia, all is in order, with each transformation already getting underway to the physical standards you wish," Nightshade said as she came over to the trio who had been watching the hookups. "Unless you have anything else in mind, I would suggest going to bed. At about 11am tomorrow, you will have three new ladies whose minds will be ripe for assimilation. I'm sure all three of you would like to be on hand to witness their unveiling."
 
 Superia went over to each of the tubes to inspect the males trapped within, then said, "Very well, Doctor. I trust that this time we will see the results of your work instead of having males running around loose in our paradise like we had happen before." The turning away from her, she added, "Morgan, do you wish any sleeping arrangements here in Femizonia, or will you be going elsewhere in your many realms and times while Moondragon and I rest?"
 
 "Long has it been since I've enjoyed the soft bed of these modern times, Superia. I will gladly join with you here to spend the night, eager to find the results of our ploy in the morning!"
 
 "Very well; ladies, shall we?" Superia said as she took one partner in each arm to proceed toward the elegant living quarters she had. If Morgan Le Fey had not been in any modern beds for a while, was she ever going to be both surprised and pleased. Each bedroom was fully equipped for any and all needs of the woman occupying it...
 
 * * * * *
 
 Early the next morning, Nightshade got up to check on the progress of her subjects. "Everything is proceeding on time and in perfect order, Doctor," the technician who'd been in charge of the detail overnight told her when she approached. "The problem you envisioned with Hercules did come up, but we increased the strength of the genetic modifiers slightly to counter the resistance his godly body was putting up. As you can see, it worked just fine. By the way, ma'am, I wouldn't recommend sitting on one of these details during the transformation process to anybody. Watching virile males change ever so slowly into ultrafeminine females is fruitful in the long run, but very boring in the procedure."
 
 "Well, Deirdre," Nightshade replied with a grin, "that's the problem with normal chemical and genetic changes. Only magic or some other kind of arcane change would turn them into females in a manner that wouldn't bore you and the other technicians. So I take it then that we'll be able to take them out of their baths and clean them up before Superia and her friends come in around 11?"
 
 "Oh, yes! In fact, we could take them each out now and get to work if we so desired. Instead of taking a full twelve hours, the enhancements we've added to the genetic chemical mix since our last try seem to have done the job in only nine. Take a look!"
 
 Nightshade did just that, intrigued by the word that her system was working even better than she'd guaranteed. The first tank she got to held the woman who had been Mentallo; this actually made one of the statements made by Morgan as Viper correct - every one of his body's physical flaws had been corrected to get him into a good working form. And what a form it was! She was about the same height, if maybe a tad shorter, with a perfectly toned body making her powerful without looking particularly muscular. Mentallo's brown hair now hung down to the middle of her back, but since she was still immersed in the tank, there was no way yet to tell what kind of style that hair would be in. Her face was still recognizable as Mentallo's, but as a possibly incredibly beautiful younger sister of his might look. Since Superia had requested...no, *ordered* perfection, she had large round breasts that were floating freely but would likely stand out from her chest nicely when dry. Her waist was narrow, and of course she had hips and an ass that Nightshade bet a lot of the technicians were envious of. Hell, even she was getting that feeling looking at what her system had created!
 
 Mach-1's tank held a tall and majestic looking woman whose brown hair fell all the way to her own trim waist. Her tits were more voluminous than Mentallo's, for reasons that would soon be seen. Her body looked much softer and more curvy than Mentallo's, but she knew that inside that shapely form was a real powerhouse, thanks both to Mach-1's original build and the enhancements they'd had the tanks add. In particular, her long legs were to die for, with absolutely perfect thighs and calves. And she was easily recognizable as Mach-1, with both a similar though very feminine face and also the streak of now silver hair on her left side.
 
 Finally Nightshade got to the tank which she knew would hold the gem of the lot. Long gone was the huge muscle bound form of Hercules, and in its place was the sinewy form of the goddess she'd become. Her extensive muscles did nothing to detract from her appearance, and when added to her absolutely huge chest made her look like the female powerhouse they'd wanted. If anything, Nightshade figured she looked like a She-Hulk who had normal tanned flesh and black hair down to her waist, with a closer to normal human size to boot. She appeared to be exactly the same height with which Hercules started, and every one of his notable facial features had been saved in exquisite feminine form. Except, of course, his long beard. The female Hercules had not a hair on her body other than that long black mane and a trim black bush covering her new sexual equipment.
 
 Her inspection completed, Nightshade walked back to Deirdre and said, "They are looking good, just as you said. Go ahead and drain the tanks, then rinse off our new ladies. I'm going to go get some breakfast, and I'll come back with a few mirrors so that they'll be able to see their new bodies once we wake them up."
 
 "Will do, Doctor. We'll rinse them and get them dry, along with getting all that new long hair dry. Our blow dryers are going to be doing overtime!"
 
 "Yeah, you've got your work cut out for you there. I'll be back in about an hour," Nightshade said as she turned to leave the lab.
 
 "Oh, Doc, before you go...you want us to get some makeup and do up their faces so they'll see just how good they look?"
 
 "Good idea, Deirdre. Go for it. See ya later!"
 
 * * * * *
 
 Deirdre and the other girls actually had a lot of fun once they'd gotten the new females dry. Rarely had any of them been given the chance to work with flexible flesh and blood figures that moved with every push, bend or twist they needed in order to get them ready. It didn't hinder matters, either, that each of the three had such beautiful faces to begin with. Makeup proved to be a matter of careful enhancement as opposed to covering, hiding and full-fledged painting that was the case with some of their own faces which had been ravaged by acne in their earlier years, or just plain didn't have as good a base upon which to build. Hercules proved to be the true gem of the group, and her face literally glowed when they'd finished.
 
 When Nightshade came back from breakfast with three mirrors in hand, she had Superia, Moondragon and Morgan Le Fey following right behind her. "All right!" Superia said in a huff. "What are these women doing with makeup on their faces?!"
 
 Nightshade turned sheepishly and said, "I'll take responsibility for that, Superia. I thought it was a good idea when it was suggested to me earlier, and told the girls to go for it. I'm sorry if that displeases you, but I think they did an excellent job, myself."
 
 "I would have preferred to let them see themselves in the raw, unadorned flesh when they first saw their new bodies, Nightshade. But since the deed is done, I will agree with you that your techs seem to have a latent ability for doing make overs. It almost looks like each of them went to a professional beauty parlor, without any heavy color or overdone shading and toning. In fact, now that I think about it, this may be the best way to do it, after all. They will wake up and see in the mirror just how truly beautiful they really are! Just don't overstep your authority too often, Doctor."
 
 Moondragon, who had only been partially paying attention because she was checking out the mental blocks in each of the new females' minds, added, "I agree about letting them see even more beautiful faces than they naturally have, Superia. Each of them is still completely unaware of any changes that have occurred. When they see their made up faces, I can give them the mental inducements to always want to look that way or better. Oh, and I can wake them up whenever you're ready."
 
 "All right, Moondragon," Superia said. "How about waking them up, but with no sensory perception, so that we can stand them in front of these mirrors. Once in position and awake with all their senses, we'll need to make sure they are still constrained not to move a muscle below their necks. Morgan, once we've had the initial introductions taken care of, change each of the girls into the forms we discussed last night. Then, Moondragon, you'll need to do your thing on their minds to make them think they really are the person they're costumed as. Then we all head for Avengers Mansion!"
 
 Moondragon did her thing, and the techs found each of the new girls to now be more like pliable mannequins. They were stood in the center of the lab, each with a vertical mirror five feet in front of them. This done, the mental mistress awakened each of the still barely conscious minds within the heads of the new women.
 
 Hercules opened his eyes, and found himself staring at the most incredibly beautiful, muscular though still perfectly shaped black haired goddess he'd ever seen. She was completely naked, and seemed to be staring right back at him. He couldn't wait to see her make a move so he could advance upon her and give her the gift of the gods. Herc never even saw her blink, let alone move; of course, while Herc blinked, there was no way for *her* to see her own reflection doing so. Then Herc smiled in anticipation, and watched as the goddess put on such a come hither smile that he wanted to wait no longer, and just reach out and grab her. But why couldn't he move?
 
 Mach-1 woke up to find what looked like a twin sister staring at him. But he didn't have a twin sister, and this woman had the biggest goddamn tits that he'd seen in a long time, with hair that just seemed to keep going and going after billowing high on her head; that hair even had a color streak in it like his, but it looked like a gleaming silver instead of his dull grey. The weird part was that she just stood there, not saying anything to him or even moving. For that matter, he couldn't seem to move a muscle himself. What the hell was going on? And what about that weird dream he'd had about being taken by Meteorite to some strange scientific facility?
 
 Mentallo awoke to see what looked like a combination of total beauty and perfect physical condition, with brown hair that fell in waves down to the middle of her back. Her big boobs were showing no sign of sag, and her nipples were sticking out as if she was really excited. This was a really hot looking chick, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on her. But what was she doing standing there in front of him totally naked without making any moves to cover herself up? Was she that much of a slut that she didn't let nudity bother her? Then he tried to lift his hand in introduction, and found himself paralyzed. In terror, he tried to reach out with his mind, but even that seemed to be locked inside without any way to move.
 
 Superia and the others stayed out of view, so that all the new women could see was the mirror before each of them, and no idea of what the persons doing the speaking looked like. "Hercules, Mach-1 and Mentallo," Superia said, "try to remember what happened last night. Do you recall hearing me say that no males were allowed on my island? I wasn't lying, and if you also recall, I called you ladies before we all went to bed last night. Well, guess what? Those beautiful women that you see before you are not immobile vixens waiting for you to show them the joys of your manhood. Those immobile vixens are you, yourselves! That is how you will wish to see yourselves from now on, with faces as beautiful as you can be. Moondragon, allow them to move their arms and hands, open but nothing else yet."
 
 Each of the frozen women suddenly found the ability to raise their hands and arms, and watched as every motion they made was repeated by the unbelievably beautiful reflection they watched. Mach-1 was the first to raise a hand to one of her tits, and felt incredibly new and stimulating waves of pleasure shoot out through her body and down to a spot in her crotch that felt both wet and hot when she grabbed one of those engorged nipples. "Ooooo," she moaned, and was astonished when she heard the tone coming from her lips. By this time, both Herc and Mentallo were doing likewise, discovering they were indeed the hot women they'd been ogling.
 
 "I'm glad that you're each discovering the joys of womanhood, ladies, but we have work to do before you can have a chance to play," Superia told them. "Let's show Hercules first who she will be for our fun and games!"
 
 Morgan did her thing, and Herc watched her reflection change from a black haired muscle bound goddess to a blonde one. She had a golden tiara around her head, with a golden square at its front on her forehead. She was wearing a red body stocking that clung closely enough to make her look like she'd been painted red; it went down her right arm all the way to her wrist, but on the left side got no higher on her chest than just over the aureola on her tit. The sides of each leg were yellow, which met the red in a lightning bolt pattern, and yellow boots with big folded down cuffs and spike heels were on her feet. A wide black belt with a huge silver buckle in front was wrapped around her tiny waist, and black and red power bands adorned her left forearm. Since that left arm and her right were all she could move, Herc lifted them both to look down upon her huge mounds with blonde hair hanging around them, and the red and yellow costume was now wearing. "I look just like Thundra!!" the confused Herc said in a low, sexy voice.
 
 "Moondragon?" Superia inquired.
 
 Herc's eyes suddenly narrowed, and closed her lips in a sneer. She put her hands on her hips and said strongly, "Why am I stuck in place here! I am Thundra! Let me go!"
 
 "In a moment, Thundra; please be patient. Now, let's let Mach-1 see who she will be."
 
 Mach-1 watched as all the beautifully long hair down her back was pulled up to the top of her head, her face changed to a more commanding visage, and then her whole head became covered by a black cowl with gold striping. The rest of her awesome body followed suit, and she found herself staring at the woman who'd met them the night before; what was her name...Superia? "I look like that imperious bitch that met us last night, Superia I think she called herself. What the hell?!"
 
 "Imperious bitch?! Moondragon, if she thinks I was so much of an imperious bitch, make sure that the feeling becomes mutual!"
 
 Moondragon smiled, and her mind went to work.
 
 Mach-1 put her hands to her head for a moment, then straightened up with her hands balled into fists on her hips. "What the hell am I doing trapped in this position?! I am Superia! I rule this facility!"
 
 Since they didn't want to confuse Superia, Morgan did the talking now. "Take it easy, Superia. We discovered a traitor amongst your scientists, and we need to take care of her before you get in a rage and do something you might regret later. Let's let Mentallo do her thing, now."
 
 First Moondragon put a bit of a damper on the rage brewing in the new Superia, then Morgan got to work on Mentallo.
 
 With her own mind still somehow locked up, Mentallo watched as a familiar green costume formed on her body. She knew what would be coming but was still a bit shocked to see all of her luxuriant hair disappear, to end up with a head that was completely bald. She could feel her muscle tone sharpen up even more, with an awareness that she now had Olympic strength, and watched as her face changed finally to match everything else. "I not only look like Moondragon," she said in a voice that she had just heard from another's lips moments ago, "but I can feel the physical strength of her body. But there's no way I could possibly be Moondragon if I can't use my mental powers."
 
 "That can be arranged, Mentallo," Morgan said, at which point the real Moondragon put a copy of her own mind into Mentallo's, then not only opened up the locks on her original mental powers, but made sure that the even more enhanced powers that she had were engendered there, also. That done, both she and the true Superia disappeared from view with a wave of Morgan's hand.
 
 The new Moondragon had no need to ask questions. She mentally scanned every mind available, which did not include the original's, and knew right away just what she and her teammates needed to get started on. "I am Moondragon, and we have everything we need now to start our attack on the Avengers. Superia, you and Thundra will lead the way, with Morgan and I right behind you. Morgan, do you want to change now or when we get to Avengers Mansion?"
 
 "Right now!" Morgan said as she shifted into the form of a much smaller woman in a light green costume. "For this attack, I'm going as a female version of Molecule Man, so that I can use my magic and stay undetected."
 
 Then, in her head only, Morgan heard the true Moondragon and Superia. 'It looks like we're off to a great start, Morgan. We'll be with you the whole time, staying invisible to watch how our replacements do in handling our identities.'
 
 'Stay in touch, ladies. This is going to be fun, taking down the Avengers, but just in case, I want you to be ready when needed.'
 
 Morgan then cast a spell, and a total of six deadly vixens then teleported to Avengers Mansion.