The Illuminati | McCoy, Stark, Quill, and Banner
Four years they had been underground. On the run from HOPE, SHIELD, and the governments of the world. Henry McCoy had never felt this isolated from the world before. Certainly there had been all the bigots and frightened people who made him feel like less than human, but HOPE had changed the dynamic entirely. Their movement had only grown since their arrival on the scene. Since then, he and his compatriots had been forced to live off the grid. Stark’s money and ingenuity had gone a long way to keep the Illuminati’s operations moving and beyond the reach of the long arm of the law.
Now was one of the rare occasions that all of them actually met together, in person. It was just down to him, Banner, Stark, and Quill. They had lost Stephen Strange two years back when he vanished without a trace. That was the risk of dealing with magic, Hank supposed. Still, they were doing good work: keeping the Earth safe.
Arranging this had been a long, arduous process. It meant securing a site, establishing security measures, and sending plenty of encrypted messages. The big blue ape-man sat patiently in the operations room of their hideout, waiting for all of the members of their secret cabal to arrive. One by one, they entered the site from different angles of approach and made their way through a series of ID-printed barriers. Prior to his disappearance, Dr. Strange had put in place anti-illusionary spells. McCoy’s contribution to it analyzed the subject’s DNA, making it impossible for shapeshifters such as the Skulls from bluffing their way in. And it would take a Hulk to bust into the bunker itself, so it was fortunate that he was on their side.
Eventually they had all gathered.
“Ah, welcome, gentlemen,” Hank said, swiveling to face them all. Rising from his chair, the geneticist shook each of their hands. “If you would all care to have a seat, we shall call this congregation to order.” @starkxnaked, @legendary-star-loser, @hulktechtonics