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what's an adult? Anyone who is over the age legally required of them to view
pornography in their country and/or state. If you are below that age it is
illegal for you to read the following story and doing so will fully release
me from any and all responsibility, whether you read this disclaimer or not.

The characters contained herein are the property of Marvel andDC Comics, and
are used without permission, however no copyright infringement is intended
and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.

I am basing this story in the time between issues four and five of JLA and
Avengers, the story can be considered as a What If? Or Elseworlds story
depending on your tastes, and should not be considered as a part of regular
(that's non-porno) DC or Marvel Continuity.

The teams are as follows:

JLA - Superman, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green
Lantern, Aquaman and Green Arrow.

Avengers - Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Scarlet Witch, Hawkeye, Warbird,
Justice and Firestar.

With appearances by Oracle, Nightwing, Tomorrow Woman, Tigra, Moondragon and
Eros.

If you'd like to make a request, compliment or criticise this story, send
your e-mails to - [email protected] - and tell me what you think.

And now, finally, here is the story!



Avengers/Justice League Of America: The Forgotten Part 1 (FF)
by Dimitri Maximoff

"...surprise inclusion of two superheroes, formerly members of The New
Warriors, into the new Avengers line-up. Justice, Firestar, now that you're
in do you feel like you've 'made it'?"

CLICK

"...have me with Henry Peter Gyrich, former Government Liaison to The
Avengers, good evening Mr Gyrich."

"Good evening Larry."

"Well everyone is talking Avengers nowadays, but we want the inside story...
tell me, why weren't you chosen as Government Liaison to The Avengers again?"

"Well Larry, there were a number or reas..."

CLICK

"Well I was totally amazed at Bina... sorry, I mean Warbird's costume, a new
take on an old style, it was fabulous Oprah!"

"And this new name, what's that all about?"

"Well, I think what we're seeing is a new, more confident Carol Danvers, one
who isn't afraid to be a strong woman for the nineties, it's a refreshing
change in attitude for todays Superhe..."

CLICK

"Well, the betting agencies took in a record turnover today, seems everyone
was taking the long odds that the Avengers 'Big 3' would split up and of
course, they didn't!"

CLICK

"It's true Jerry, Iron Man is my father!"

"But... uh, I mean.. well, you're in your fifties..."

"You've never seen him under that armor, you don't know how old he is, and
what's more you can take that stupid dumb -BLEEP- of a muther -BLEEP- haircut
and shove it up your -BLEEP-

CLICK

Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye, threw down the remote control in disgust.

"About a kazillion damn channels on this thing, and not one mention of yours
truly! Can you believe it?" he cried out to no one in particular.

Leaving the spacious living room he made his way to the kitchen, where Wanda
Maximoff, aka The Scarlet Witch, was attempting to have a phone conversation
with her brother, Pietro, also known as Quicksilver.

"Yes Pietro, me and Vision were very glad to mak...what? Oh, I think I left
it...huh? no, only 20 gram of... you've finished that? Well if you have to
stay anywhere it sounds like a...hmmm? Okay, bye."

She hung up and let out a sigh of consternation.

"Ever trying having a phone conversation with someone who thinks ten times
faster than you do?"

"Nope, coz nobody thinks faster on their feet than I do!" he joked, although
sometimes Wanda wondered if he didn't believe in his half-serious jokes.

"So now we're Avengers again," said Wanda, "Strange isn't it, we return home
from an Alternate dimension and..."

"Don't even mention that again," interrupted Hawkeye, "The less we talk about
that place the better."

Wanda laughed, "It's just we come back and we don't bother reforming The
Avengers, and all these world-shaking cataclysms occur so we reform The
Avengers... and suddenly all is quiet on the Western front."

"Yeah, alm..." started Hawkeye, but was interrupted.

"If you say, almost too quiet, I'll dump this mineral water over
that big head of yours," said Iron Man, walking into the kitchen dressed
up in his armor.

"Hey Shellhead," replied Hawkeye, pulling open the fridge and pulling out an
old, wrinkled sausage. He took an experimental bite, grimaced, and put it
back in the fridge, "I often wondered, how do you drink with that helmet on?"

"I take the helmet off, duh!" laughed Iron Man, "I'm just being extra careful
today because of all the media coverage, don't want to risk blowing my secret
identity."

Suddenly Vision appeared before them, startling Hawkeye into spitting out the
chunk of sausage he was still trying to chew.

"Geez, Viz, give a guy a heart attack why don't you?"

[My apologies,] replied the Vision, [I did not wish to startle you, but there
is an Emergency A1 message in the Communications Room.]

And with that the hologram of the Android disappeared.

"Man, that creeps me out," said Hawkeye with a shudder, "Reminds me of when
we went through that whole Unlimited Vision crap, wish his real
body would hurry up and repair."

Wanda walked past them and out into the hallway, leaving the other two
Avengers behind.

"Nice one bonehead," muttered Iron Man, "Why don't you call Quicksilver a
mutie freak the next time she's in the room?"

"Shit," muttered Hawkeye, belatedly remembering that The Vision and The
Scarlet Witch were technically still married, although that was no longer a
sure thing, "Come on, I'll apologize when we get to Comms."

They were the last to arrive, since the announcement of the new team had been
only several hours ago, everyone was still in the Mansion.

"We received this message about ten minutes ago," said Captain America, "It
is... distressing to say the least."

He flicked a switch and an image appeared on the huge viewscreen above them,
on it was an old, tired looking man who was bleeding from several cuts.
Behind him the only thing visible was smoke and flames.

"That's Mentor, the guy from Titan, right?" asked Justice, who had spent his
time at the Mansion studying files on The Avengers friends and foes... mentor
was a friend, one of his sons was a former Avenger himself, the other was...
well the other was the black sheep of the family.

"You think it's Thanos?" asked Iron Man, seeing there was no
audio.

"Possibly," replied Captain America, "But watch this."

Behind Mentor - who was shouting frantically but making no noise whatsoever -
a dark shape could be seen forming through the smoke. Lifting an arm it fired
a blast, missing Mentor but hitting whatever it was transmitting his message,
the screen went blank.

"I've already tried to traceback the location of the signal, all I was able
to get was that it wasn't coming from Titan's direction, and all attempts to
raise Titan on comms channels have failed."

"Our course be clear then," growled Thor, "We shalt make all haste to Titan
where we shall lend our strength to fight whatever base villain doth lay
siege there. Then we shalt solve the mystery of Mentor."

"Truth be told," said Iron Man, "It's a good plan, it's better than sitting
here, and at least this way..."

"Incoming call," interrupted the Vision once more, "Emergency A1 priority
call."

"Trace it!" snapped Cap as he flicked open the line.

"...vengers, thank the Gods..." cried Mentor, appearing on the screen, a huge
bruise darkened the left side of his face and the eye there was sealed shut,
"...terrible destruction...out of nowhere...we fought back...could... power
to...portal...15 seconds only...plus I beg yo..."

The transmission cut off.

"What was that about a portal?" asked Hawkeye.

As if to answer the question, a shimmering white rectangle about seven feet
tall appeared in front of the startled Avenger.

"I guess that's our portal," said Cap, "But do we go through it or..."

"Ummm, didn't Mentor say fifteen seconds only?" broke in Justice.

"Damn, I don't like this," muttered Cap, "Avengers, follow me!" and
so saying he leaped through the portal.

The others quickly followed, Hawkeye was the last, as he leaped through he
shouted back to Vision (whose body had been destroyed in the battle with
Morgana Le Fay{*} and was thus confined to the Mansion) what he equated to be
words of comfort.

"Don't worry if we die, we'll probably just end up being reborn in some
alternate reality and come back in a year!"

[I believe the term best suited for you,] said the Vision as he watched the
portal disappear,[Would be jackass.]

* * *

"...bers of the JLA announced today that they were having a membership drive,
and superheroes or heroines wanting to be considered for membership in the
greatest superhero team ever should call this number for an appointment..."

CLICK

"Architects are calling the new JLA Watchtower on the moon one of the
greatest construction of this or any era, we have with us Walter McManus,
designer of..."

CLICK

"Since the unsuccessful Martian Invasion Fleet was defeated by the JLA,
incidents of ufo sightings have gone up eighteen percent, what do you think
about that? Let us know by writing to..."

CLICK

"It's true Jerry, Batman is my father!"

"But... uh, I mean.. well, you're in your fifties..."

"You've never seen him under that cowl, you don't know how old he is, and
what's more you can take that stupid dumb -BLEEP- of a muther -BLEEP- haircut
and shove it up your -BLEEP-

CLI...zooooommmmmmmmmmm.

"HEY!" cried out Kyle Rayner, aka Green Lantern, as Wally West, aka The
Flash, zoomed by, pulling the remote control from his hand.

"When you learn to stop constantly clicking this thing," laughed The Flash,
"You can have it back."

Kyle just smirked, raised his hand and created a remote control made from
green light with his power ring.

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

CLICK

"Well now you're just being silly," said The Flash, then sped away.

The World's (and perhaps the Universe's) fastest man came to a stop when he
entered the trophy room.

"Hey there," he said, "The Membership interviews aren't till next week, what
are you doing here?"

Conner Green, aka The Green Arrow, smiled as he realised that The Flash had
entered the room.

"Hey yourself, Superman invited me up to make sure I was happy with the way
my Dad's arrows were arranged in the trophy room, I was just having a good
chuckle."

"Yeah," laughed The Flash, "Punching bag arrows, knock out gas, Barry Allen
told me some crazy stories back when I was just Kid Flash."

"Man, sometimes you think the originals are just gonna go on forever, and
then BOOM, they're gone and you have to step up to the plate."

"Yeah, just thank whatever God you believe in that you're not Superboy or
Robin... I mean, geez, Batman's gone through at least one Robin already who
got tired of playing in the minors."

"Ummm, this is getting kind of morbid, how about we..."

"Attention Justice Leaguers," cried the voice of the Watchtowers alarm
system, "Incoming priority one message."

"Well, there you go Flash," said Green Arrow, "I guess... Flash? Flash?"

Before he had been able to complete a blink, the Flash had already gotten to
the comms room.

Green Arrow went along to see what all the excitement was about, and arrived
at about the same time as Green Lantern, they were the last.

"...received this message just a few minutes ago," Superman was saying, "It
is... distressing to say the least."

He flicked a switch and an image appeared on the huge viewscreen above them,
on it was a haggard, tired looking man who was bleeding from several cuts.
Behind him the only thing visible was smoke and flames.

"That's Adam Strange, isn't it?" asked Green Arrow, who - in order to impress
at the membership drive - had been researching The JLA's friends and foes...
Adam Strange was a former member, a telepath who had lost his wife not so
long ago.

"Where do you think this is happening?" asked Wonder Woman, obvious concern
in her voice, "You said you couldn't trace the signal?"

"I've no idea, there's not really any clear image of the background," replied
Superman, "But watch this."

Behind Adam - who was shouting frantically but making no noise whatsoever - a
dark shape could be seen forming through the smoke. Lifting an arm it fired a
blast, missing Adam but hitting whatever it was transmitting his message, the
screen went blank.

"I've already tried to traceback the location of the signal, all I was able
to get was that it wasn't coming from any known habitation, alien or
otherwise

"A pity," murmured The Martian Manhunter, "Unless he contacts us again soon
we will be powerless to do anything but sit here.

"Incoming call," spoke the computer, "Piority One message."

"I'll attempt to trace it," muttered Batman as Superman
opened the line.

"...stice League, thank goodness..." cried Adam Strange, appearing on the
screen, a huge bruise darkened the right side of his face and the eye there
was sealed shut, "...terrible destruction...out of nowhere...we fought
back...could...power to...portal...15 seconds only...plus I beg yo..."

The transmission cut off.

"What was that about a portal?" asked Green Lantern.

As if to answer the question, a shimmering white rectangle about seven feet
tall appeared in front of the startled Leaguer.

"I guess that's our portal," said Superman, "But do we go through it or..."

"Ummm, didn't Mentor say fifteen seconds only?" broke in Green Arrow.

"I don't like this," muttered Supes, "Okay, we're going in, but be very, very
wary, follow me!" and so saying he flew through the portal.

The others quickly followed, Green Lantern was the last, he turned to look at
Green Arrow, "Keep an eye out on the place for us, won't you?"

The portal collapsed as he went through. Conner, left behind, took a closer
look around and realised for the first time the incredible scale of this
Watchtower.

"Be damned if I'm gonna dust this place," he murmured, and went off to hunt
up some tofu.

* * *

"Wow!" exclaimed Tigra, her arms spread wide as if to encompass all of the
city, "It's like one of those old Star Trek backdrops!"

Indeed, Deneb-7 - the city named after the planet - stretched out into the
distance, tall shining towers and glimmering domes like something out of
science fiction. Small shuttles zoomed here and there as tourists came and
went to Deneb-7's biggest tourist attraction, The Pleasure Pits.

"You like it?" she asked Eros, still staring at the planet.

Eros, staring dreamily at her magnificent buttocks under the small blue
bikini, nodded and replied, "Yeah, it's wonderful."

"Come on!" she laughed, turning about and pretending she didn't notice his
gaze quickly pull up, "The sooner we get down there the better!"

He stood up, then put his back to her. She leaped up and seconds later he was
flying them towards The Pleasure Pits.

They landed at the first checkpoint, where scanners did a brief DNA scan
which they checked against their records, to see if they had a criminal
record and/or any kind of infectious disease. When both were cleared, they
proceeded.

As they reached the hotel, Eros battled to think of a way to get Tigra to
arrange accommodation, since he wasn't sure what her intentions were and knew
if he made arrangements for one room only she might think he had the wrong
idea.

- Well I do, - he thought a little sullenly, - I really, really, really want
to get into her pants, but I've gotta play it smooth... can't use my powers
or I'll really piss her off. -

So he ended up making the arrangements... for two rooms.

Eros could fly, talk in numerous languages and fight better than most, but
what made him really remarkable was his ability to convince people to do as
he said with the power of his voice. However it was a power he was loathe to
use on Tigra, the beautiful Earthwoman with the agility (and fur!) of a
tiger, not to mention formidable strength... a strength he knew she wouldn't
hesitate to use on him if he tried anything funny.

They made their way to their rooms, and Eros felt his heart skip a beat when
Tigra invited him into her room. As she let him in, they both heard a
familiar voice, raised in anger.

"Is that who I think it is?" whispered Tigra, a devilish grin on her face.

"I think so," replied Eros as quietly, marvelling at how sexy she was and
wishing they could have gotten into her room before hearing that voice. They
both peeked around the still open door, careful not to be seen.

"And another thing!" snarled Moondragon, the beautiful (and bald!) telepath,
a former member of The Infinity Watch, yelling at a hapless bellboy, a purple
insectoid being with six arms and two legs, "Tell them my pleasure droid had
better not be late again tonight, or I won't pay a cent!"

She slammed her door - which was only a few rooms down from them - and the
Bellboy scurried away.

"Oh me, oh my!" laughed Tigra, "Eros baby, you and me are gonna have some fun
tonight!"

And the poor man inwardly sighed, knowing she didn't mean what he hoped she
meant.

* * *

Later that night Moondragon sat waiting on her bed, the pleasure droid she
had ordered for tonight was late.

She had gone through an extensive psyche profile earlier today so that a
droid could be made that perfectly fit her wants and desires, but she was
sure her wants and desires weren't to be kept waiting!

She had got a plain one last night, curious in what it might be like, and she
had to admit she had enjoyed it... even if it had been a bit mechanical. So
she'd got the special for tonight.

Outside her room, just down the corridor a bit, Eros was paying off the
delivery boy with the pleasure droid. After some heated negotiations he
agreed to a price and left with the droid still with him.

"You sure about this?" asked Eros, "If she finds out she's going to be
pissed!"

Tigra laughed, "No way, if she thinks I'm a droid she won't bother to read my
mind... and I know I can give her what she wants!"

"Okay, just remember, I know nothing!" he replied.

Tigra smiled and ran her fingers up his chest.

"Just remember, pretty boy, that if things go well I might just be a
little... anxious... when I head back tonight... why don't you share my suite
tonight?"

Eros' eyes widened in surprise, and then Tigra was ringing the bell to
Moondragon's suite. He turned and made himself scarce.

Moondragon's door opened, she remained seated on her bed, having given the
voice command from there. She was facing away at the moment, and so Tigra
entered and let the door close behind her.

"About time," she muttered, turning about, "Where have you... YOU!"

Tigra stood stock still, not smiling.

"What are you doing here?" cried Moondragon, "I'm only here because my
transport fell through... I don't come to places like..."

"Madam," broke in Tigra in a plain, even voice, "I am your pleasure droid for
the evening, how may I service you?"

"What?" asked Moondragon in surprised confusion.

"I am here madam," said Tigra, her head bowed slightly, "How may I serve
you?"

She had to fight to keep the grin off her face, this was so exciting she was
already creaming her tiny little blue thong panties.

Moondragon allowed a sly smile to cross her face, having at last gotten over
the initial shock.

"You were obviously on my mind from the argument we had," said Moondragon,
"Which is why you've taken this form... still, I have a healthy sexual
appetite that has gone unsated for too long... and be the flesh male or
female, I'm glad to have it."

- Damn, - thought Tigra, - We've got more in common than I thought!... Except
for the whole it's been too long part! -

"I must admit I have wondered what it would be like to stroke your body, to
lick it... are you furry like a bear? Or like a cat?... smooth and sexy?"

"I am here to serve your needs," replied Tigra, she was trying to keep a
straight face as Moondragon walked around her, eyeing up her body in a way
she would never feel free to do if she knew it was the real Tigra in the room
with her.

"I envy your beauty," said Moondragon, running one long, slender finger down
the length of her back and over the curve of her buttocks. Tigra moaned
because it was expected of her, but also because it felt good, "Oh I know I
am beautiful... and in this costume with thesee things," she grabbed her
large, milky white breasts in hand, the green fabric of her costume only
covered the nipples and a few inches above and below, "I get plenty of
attention... but you... there's a sexy quality about you that drives men
wild... and women too."

She had slid one arm around Tigra's waist and settled her head on her
shoulder, her heavy breasts pressed warmly against the former Avenger's back.

"You're as warm as I imagined... but then as a pleasure droid you have to be
everything I imagine... don't you?"

"I am here to serve your needs," replied Tigra, but a little breathlessly
now, "I will be all you want me to be."

Moondragon lightly kissed the junction between Tigra's shoulder and neck, and
the feline heroine moaned in pleasure, the soft, warm lips of one of the most
powerful (and beautiful) telepaths in the Universe sending flashes of
pleasure throughout her system.

Moondragon's hands slid up and under the light fabric of Tigra's skimpy
bikini, cupping her breasts. Tigra's entire body was coated with light fur,
but it was so smooth and luxurious you could forget it was there. The bald
telepath lightly tweaked Tigra's nipples as she continued kissing her neck.

With a sudden twang! the thin bikini strap at the back snapped away and fell
to the floor, but Tigra felt no chill, as the slender, agile hands cupping
them kept them very warm indeed.

Moondragon slid her hands up and away from the feline beauty's breasts and
moved around so that they were facing. With baited breath Tigra reached
forward and took the thing, green strips of fabric in her hand pulled them up
and to each side, so that they came away from Moondragon's breasts and
shoulder and fell away, like straps on a pair of old overalls.

The telepaths breasts were round and full, lovely plump mounds that stood
firm on her chest, defying gravity and begging to be licked, stroked, felt,
cupped. Her small, pink nipples stood out erect against the milky white skin
of the mam-meat, and Tigra did not hesitate, she leaned forward and took one
of the erect nipples in her mouth and gently sucked on it, feeling it swell
and grow even more in the moist, warm confines of her oral orifice.

Her other hand came up and cupped Moondragon's other tit, and the telepath
moaned in pleasure. She slid her own arms down past Tigra's face and cupped
her own large, fur-covered breasts, lightly cupping and massaging them.

Tigra's eyes were closed as she let herself go with the feelings, enjoying
the feel of her own tits being felt up as she licked and massaged her
lover's.

Moondragon allowed this to continue for nearly two minutes, then with
reluctance she released Tigra's tits and brought her hands up to her lover's
shoulders, pulling her away. A trail of saliva ran from the feline Avenger's
mouth to one of Moondragons wet, glistening nipples.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time," she said, staring Tigra in the
face. As the confused Avenger looked back up into her face, Moondragon leaned
close and kissed her, grabbing the beauty's lips with her own.

Tigra was at first surprised, and didn't react, then the kiss got to her and
she melted into it, parting her own lips slightly and revelling in the feel
of another woman's lips against her own, responding and kissing her back with
every bit as much passion.

End Part One Of Fifteen.

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