Prologue: week 5- Team SP vs George Washington's Slaves.

Skrull #27 (Nymeria) sits alone, still unable to face the reality of what's transpired. The locker sits in from of her, still needing to be cleared out. Most of Team Sleeping Pussy has moved on, but not Nymeria. For Reginald "Butterscotch" McTwivent wasn't just a teammate. He was her friend, confidant, training partner, and occasional lover. But just before that Hogwarts consolation match, Butterscotch...changed. Got more solemn. Focused. A bit harsher-as if he knew something, but couldn't or wouldn't say.

Suddenly a voice boomed out across the lockerroom. "Attention! All week 5 competitors. Prepare for teleportation in T-minus 15 minutes. Gather all gear and prepare for glory. Today the pussy shall not sleep. Today the pussies kill!"

Namor strides by on his way to the teleporter and sees the solemn Skrull looking at her fallen friends locker. "Child, stop this foolishness. 10 deaths is gone for good, and should this lowly SHIELD agent return from beyond he shall not be who you remember. Clear out his effects, and honor him in battle. Now hurry, I won't have you battling at my side weeping like a child. And with that he strides off.

Knowing time is running short, and this could well be her last chance to make peace with Butterscotch's memory, she opens the locker. The locker is....empty. Except for a laptop, with a video preloaded.

Nymeria presses play.

"This is the video diary of Reginald McTwivent, known as 'Butterscotch' to all the pussies round here. Well, I made it through that cage match by the skin of my teeth, really starting to get my groove as far as the consolation matches go. Coach says he thinks I should start at Hogwarts, but I'm afraid my luck's gonna run out. I mean, I was nobody for such a long time. And that bit with the Compy. I don't know if I got many more fights left in this old body."

Nymeria's eyes tear up at McTwivent's baring of his soul, when suddenly the screen flickers, and McTwivent disappears for a few seconds. The timestamp continues on, then he reappears. But looks..different. His posture is harder, more confident. He seems angry, yet at peace with the anger. Also, he's suddenly covered in blood.

"Kang shall not die this day. So says the Mastermind!" says McTwivent as he turns off the webcam.

"Skrull 27-Nymeria!!Report to teleportation chamber! Deportation in exactly 5 minutes!"

Nymeria hustles off to the teleporter, a small smile creeping onto her face.

"Kang shall not die this day" she whispers "Long live the Mastermind..."