re: Bard's Poor Attempt at a Combined Marvel/DC Universe (an ongoing project)

Will Everett’s parents had moved he and his siblings from the deep South not long after he was born. Detroit had become the place of dreams where work was easy to find and anyone could get hired, as long as they were willing to work hard. Will never quite fit in with any groups growing up. He was smart and incredibly athletic but his quiet demeanor often made him a victim among his peers.

By the time he was twelve, he was the only one left in the home after school. All three of his older siblings had married and were making their own way in the world now and his parents both worked long hours so it was no surprise that a young boy would become restless and begin to wander. As luck would have it, his wanderings eventually brought him to a boxing gym. A few months after that some of the kids stopped picking on him. A year later and not even the older kids picked on him.

Will took to boxing like a duck takes to water. He was strong, quick, had good instincts and could take a punch. He continued boxing even after graduating high school, even after he took his job as a janitor at a nearby medical research facility and did not stop until a year later when the accident which turned him into Amazing Man happened.

Three months after the bombing of Pearl Harbor, Will was approached by an English woman. Peggy Carter was a recruiter for an Allied task force of super-powered people called The Invaders, who were put together in order to stop the Nazis forces. He would train in other fighting methods with Ted Grant, known as “Wildcat”, but most of his training came from teammate Steve Rogers. Steve was very much like Will, wanting to train every moment possible.

Will had never had close friends before so his intense and near-constant training with Steve, and then Diana as well, had created a bond for him that he often wondered was stronger than what he had with his own family.

He thought he had reached the limit of his powers when he absorbed the properties of Diana’s Uru bracers earlier that day. That incredible and constant charge of energy from the strange, other-worldly metal was difficult to contain, even when exerting himself to his fullest. Letting go of the power had left him feeling weak and nauseous. He had never wanted to do that again.

The Doomsday monster had tossed him aside as if he were a toy, even in his steel form. Will had made it back to the battle area in time to see the gigantic beast dislodge the shield from Steve’s arm, the shield landing between himself and the two remaining combatants. He knew his steel form simply wasn’t enough but he was frightened, no… terrified, of what Steve’s shield might do to him. Will would try his steel form again and hope for the best, he picked up the shield on his way.

The creature’s foot narrowly missing Steve’s head subconsciously triggered his power and he had absorbed the properties of Steve’s shield before he had realized it.

The power he felt now was similar to what he had experienced from Diana’s bracer. There was more there, much more, but it wasn’t as wild and demanding. This power, he could control.

He used the power to speed his steps, taking him across the clearing with far more power than even steel gave him. When he slammed into the beast’s side, he sent it flying.

The beast was quick to recover and came charging at him like a massive, spiked bull. It was so much larger than Will, and possibly stronger, that he decided to fight it a bit differently. Will braced himself as the beast put all its forward momentum into a roundhouse swing, and hit the monster directly in its fist.

The howl of pain from the monstrosity quickly turned to rage as it tried to hit him again and again, only to be met with the same tactic each time. Its hands healed almost instantly, but that didn’t stop the impacts from hurting. It wasn’t used to being hurt and it didn’t like it much.

As the Doomsday monster changed tactics from trying to pound to attempting to grasp, Will also changed tactics by dodging and weaving out of the way, powerfully batting the hands aside when possible. He caught a monstrous hand as it came down from on high, holding back the creature’s incredible strength with his own. The beast’s other hand came in from the side but Will caught that with his own other hand. They stood there, locked in a stalemate with strength matching size, leverage and strength. In his mind’s eye Will saw what it must look like: an irresistible force meeting an immovable object and it made him fiercely proud. He was finally living up to his name, he was being amazing.

The beast must have realized it couldn’t win so instead of attempting to push down with its right hand, it simply closed its hand around Will’s, engulfing it. Will braced for the creature to disengage its left hand to punch again, instead it simply jerked Will from the ground. Before he could react, the unearthly creature began whipping him down against the ground over and over. Had Will absorbed any other metal, even Diana’s bracers, he was sure his arm would have broken.

The rag-dolling of Will Everett stopped when a familiar green light slammed into and around the Doomsday creature’s head. It reached for the glowing ball around its head with both hands, dropping Will completely.

Will hit the ground then immediately launched himself at its nearest kneecap. There was a large cracking sound and a roar of pain as the knee gave way and the beast fell onto it. The Flash made his return known as he zipped through the battle scene, putting his incredible speed behind the large rock he was carrying in his hand. The rock had enough energy to make the Doomsday beast flinch as it hit a nerve cluster under his arm.

It was angry now. Blinded by the Green Lantern construct over its face, it was taking turns between swinging wildly and pounding at the construct on its head. Under the constant barrage of attacks from The Flash, Amazing Man and the pressure and blindness from Green Lantern’s construct, the gargantuan monster’s other knee dropped to the earth as well. It then ignored the others to focus on its head. It began squeezing the construct, contrary to logic, squeezing harder and harder.

Alan Scott had to change his focus from putting the pressure on this Doomsday’s head to reinforcing the construct so it wouldn’t break under the outside pressure from the creature’s incredible strength. As he began to feel light-headed he thought that maybe letting go of the construct might be a good thing, so he did. The beast’s hands smashed against its own head but all it did was slightly daze it. Before Alan could refocus enough to reapply the forcefield, the beast had already shaken its head to clear away any cobwebs.