Disclaimer: I dont own the Avengers Initiative or Mass Effect

This odd pairing was an idea I had for a while but never had the courage to do until now. It's replacing my original Ultimate Marvel crossover idea. Starting at the beginning of Mass Effect 1, this crossover tale tells the story of one of my favourite Marvel characters trapped in the Mass Effect dimension.

Michael Van Patrick (MVP) is not an original character, he first appeared in the Avengers Initiative comics, and spoiler was unfortunately killed off in the first issue. His subsequent clones havent been mentioned or seen since the Siege storyline. In this storline we see some changes in the Mass effect story and changes to the Secret Invasion Arc of the Marvel Universe. Hope Everyone enjoys the fic!

Mass Effect Dimensions

Chapter 1: Anomaly

The track was an escape for him, the pure thrill of the wind rushing through his hair, his heart pounding as he imagined the timer. In terms of stakes he had everything to gain, and a lot to lose. Watching him were some of the most powerful beings in the world, a lot of them were just starting to understand their abilities. But he was just a man, a man proving himself on a marine's style obstacle course. Jumping over fences, crawling under barbed wire and climbing up walls were simple exercises for him. His legs moved with a speed that rivalled Olympic class athletes and his muscles could lift a fair share of weight. But the test today wasn't about strength or speed it was about determination. The only prize was respect and could take him places in a world of ever changing loyalties. Jumping over one last fence he crossed the finish line and fell flat on the ground. His sharp hearing heard the whispers of those around him.

"I don't believe it, he broke the record"

"The guys got to have super speed or something"

He wiped the sweat from his brow and looked up. Standing over him was a tall green skinned woman with muscles clinging to her black uniform.

"Great job there kid, now hit the showers" She said.

"Yes ma'am!" The young man said.

At one time he'd been a frail boy, but then his father created a revolutionary diet and exercise routine. It rivalled the super soldier serum that had been created during World War Two. Everyone at the base was either a mutant, an attempt at creating a super soldier or some magical accident that gave him or her incredible power. But he was just a man. When he finished in the shower he got dressed into his camp uniform, a pair of combat fatigues and boots and a blue shirt with his symbol on it. His symbol was a white star with the words MVP written over it. MVP was also his codename.

"Hey Triathlon, where are the new recruits?" MVP asked.

"They were taken to the training room to show off their powers" The African American super hero said.

"Thanks"

He walked out of the changing rooms and onto the camp itself. In the aftermath of the super hero civil war and super human registration act, the Avengers loyal to the government had formed Camp Hammond. The Camp consisted of various departments with the aims of teaching all heroes the qualities and training they needed to complete their jobs. Named after the first super hero Jim Hammond, the camp had a statue of the original human torch. MVP ran a hand over his brown hair as he walked into the block that housed the training facilities. One of the recruits was just finishing her training session.

"So what do I win?" She asked excitedly.

"A whole lot of "shut the hell up and get back up here", acting like some hotshot New Warrior"

MVP chuckled, the training instructor Gauntlet was acting like his usual self again. Today would be a good day!

Today was going to be a bad day that much Shepard knew. As he walked up to the Normandy's cockpit he couldn't overcome the feeling of paranoia he felt. He wasn't alone, everyone had been uneasy because of their new passenger. The Normandy was the most advanced ship in the Alliance. But it had been a joint project with the Citadel Council. And the official story was that the Turian Spectre Nihlus was there to see if the shake down run went smoothly. Of course only idiots believe the official story.

Shepard walked up to the Turian overlooking the pilot of the Normandy, Jeff Mureau, or as he was mostly called Joker. Joker would rarely be seen outside of the cockpit, Shepard didn't know why but he did know that Joker was a good pilot despite his wise cracks. Sat beside him was Lieutenant Kaiden Alenko, a Biotic and career marine. Shepard had seen some Biotics in action, men and women whom could manipulate mass effect fields.

"Thrusters…check, navigation…check, internal immersions sync engaged, all systems online, Drift…just under fifteen hundred K" Joker said as he read through the Normandy Systems.

"Fifteen hundred is good, your captain will be pleased" Nihlus said.

The Turian, a reptilian type alien brushed pat Shepard. Turian's had more ships guarding the Citadel than any other alien fleet. They were a primarily military race although their faces had scales resembling tribal war paint. Nihlus had red and white face scales and wore dark grey and red armour. Turning back to the cockpit, Shepard looked down at Joker and Kaiden.

"I hate that guy" Joker said.

"Nihlus gave you a compliment…sooo you hate him" Kaiden said.

"You remember to zip up your suit on the way out of the bathroom, that's good, I just jumped us half way across the galaxy and hit a target the size of a pin head, so that's incredible" Joker explained.

Shepard huffed; one thing he forgot was that Joker was incredibly talkative. He wished he was back with N7 Black ops.

"Besides Spectres are trouble I don't like having them on board, call me paranoid"

"Your paranoid, the council helped fund this project they have a right to send somebody to keep an eye on their investment" Kaiden explained.

'Awe Naïve career marines' Shepard thought.

"That is the official story, but only an idiot believe the official story" Joker said.

'Well at least he's smart' Shepard suppressed a chuckle at the irony of Joker's statement. "They don't send Spectres on shake down runs" He said.

"So there's more going on here than the captains letting…" A sudden beep on the console cut Joker's speech.

"Joker status report" The Captain said.

Captain David Anderson, a great man in Shepard's opinion. Disciplined, broad minded and an alliance hero whom survived more battles than could be counted. It was like the Chief Navigator Pressly would say; it was something along the lines of being able to build a lifestyle statue of the captain with his medals. An over exaggeration but the point was still true, Anderson was a veteran best left to a combat mission, not a shake down run. That was why Shepard knew that there was more to this mission than met the eye.

"Just cleared the Mass relay captain" Joker said.

"Good, find a comm. Buoy and link us into the network, I want status reports fed back to the Alliance brass before we reach Eden Prime, also tell Commander Shepard to come see me in the debriefing room" Anderson said.

"Aye, aye captain, better brace yourself sir I think Nihlus is headed your way"

"He's already here lieutenant"

Shepard smirked while Kaiden shook his head.

"Tell Commander Shepard to meet me in the comm. Room for a debriefing"

"On my way captain" Shepard said, turning around and walking back down the CIC corridor.

He knew that Kaiden and Joker were talking behind him. Just like Pressly and Chief Engineer Adams were speculating about Nihlus. Pressly was an old school alliance crewmen, military service ran in his family. He had anti alien views, a foolish concept in Shepard's opinion. Men like Pressly were still cut up about the first contact wars, still thinking that aliens were enemies. Adams however was more open to aliens; military service was in his family but he wasn't tied down by family hatred. Private Jenkins was speaking with the head medical Doctor Chakwas. Jenkins was an overeager marine that had grown up on Eden Prime. The young man was always talking about how he couldn't wait to see real action. Most enlistees felt that way, but when they actually saw the action they would all change their tune.

'Hopefully he wont get in the way' Shepard thought coldly as he stepped into the briefing room.

"Shepard, I'm glad you're here, it'll give us a chance to talk" Nihlus said, crossing his arms over his chest.

A defensive stance, plus Nihlus's facial expression didn't betray any intentions he had. Shepard decided to entertain the man (Turian man) until the Captain arrived.

"What about?" Shepard asked innocently.

Nihlus hid a smirk, he knew of Shepard's background. He was good at playing diplomat but he rarely hid his fury. The man was disconnected, everyone on the ship could die and he wouldn't bat an eyelid.

"I'm curious about this world we're going to, Eden Prime, I hear it's quite beautiful" Nihlus said.

"I've never been there" Shepard said.

There was the disconnection Nihlus was looking for. The Commander wasn't in the mood for small talk, but he was patient enough to bare it.

"But you know of it, Eden Prime has become something of a symbol to your people, proof that humanity can not only establish colonies but also protect, but how safe is it really?" Nihlus asked.

An impatient man would have taken it as a threat. Shepard was a patient man, but he also knew when patience wasn't the answer.

"If you've got something to say then say it" Shepard said.

Straight to business, Nihlus liked that in potential Spectres.

"The galaxy is a dangerous place and your people are still new comers Shepard, is the alliance truly ready for this?"

The door revolved open and Anderson stepped into the room.

"I think its time to tell the Commander what's really going on" Anderson said.

"This mission is far more than a simple shake down run"

The whole crews suspicion had been right. Nihlus analysed Shepard's expression, again he seemed disconnected as he asked for a true report on the mission.

"An excavation team on Eden Prime unearthed some kind of beacon, its Prothean"

Shepard knew of the Protheans, an extinct civilisation whose technology had leaped humanities advancement by generations. And not just humanity, every species in the galaxy used technology based on Prothean ideas. The fields known as Mass Effects had led to weapon advancements, ship propulsion systems and the powers that Biotics and engineer class fighters possessed. Shepard himself was a soldier, but his weapons and shields were still based on mass effect fields. He was no expert in politics or science but he knew that a Prothean beacon would advance human technology by years and sharing that technology with the Council would bring the Alliance closer to having a seat.

"The Beacon isn't the only reason Nihlus is here, he's here to evaluate you" Anderson said.

That caught Shepard by surprise.

"What for?" he asked.

"I've put your name forward to the council, the alliance has been pushing the council for this for some time…I've seen your mission reports and your profile, despite growing up on Earth you adapted to life in space very well, the mission you led on Akuze was a grim business but you showed a remarkable will to live, and Torfan…that cold ruthlessness got the job done and sent a message to Batarian slavers, it is for those qualities that I wish to put your name forward as a spectre candidate" Nihlus explained.

"I assume this will be good for the alliance Anderson" Shepard said.

"The Alliance has been pushing this forward for some time, the spectres represent the councils power and authority, if a human were to be granted spectre status it would bring humanity closer to gaining a seat on the council" Anderson explained.

Spectres were shadow operatives with complete freedom. Or at least they were portrayed to be. Shepard didn't know for himself whether Spectres had limits to how far they could go. But what he did know was that if he had had the freedom and authority of a Spectre then he could do real good for humanity.

"What's the next step?" Shepard asked.

"Eden Prime will be the first of many missions together, I will evaluate your reactions and your performance to see if you have what it takes" Nihlus said.

The briefing was cut short by the pin of the intercom.

"Captain we've got a problem" Joker said.

"What's wrong Joker?" Anderson asked.

"Transmission from Eden Prime sir, you'd better see this"

"Bring it up on screen"

A holographic screen flickered to life on the wall, showing Eden Prime. The tranquil colony had been turned into a war zone. Alliance marines in yellow and brown armour were firing their assault rifles at an unknown enemy. Shepard heard the sound of plasma fire and explosions that shook the marine recording the images off balance. A woman in white and red armour rushed towards the marine, pushing him to cover and firing her rifle at their enemy. Lightning and explosions seemed to shake the ground and the marines stopped firing. They looked at the sky in shock, something that Nihlus, Anderson and Shepard shared.

"Reverse and hold at thirty eight point five" Anderson ordered.

The video rewound and stopped at the last thing the marine had seen. At first glance Shepard would have called it a hand. But after a closer look he saw that it was some kind of ship, with tentacles and energy crackling off of its hull.

"Commander tell Alenko and Jenkins to suit up and meet us in the cargo hold, this mission just got a lot more complicated" Anderson said.

Shepard looked at the image of the ship again as Anderson and Nihlus left. He crossed his arms and huffed.

"No shit, I knew today would be a bad day" He said.

Heroes weren't born anymore; they were pushed into camp and then sent out into the world when the government decided they were good enough. The people of the Earth reacted exactly as they were expected to. They blamed the people that weren't to blame and pushed for a registration act. Now, only the Avengers only helped America. People had turned against those they called "friend". The symbol of hope for the heroes was gone, killed on the footsteps of a court where he was to be tried like a common criminal. Everything was going according to plan.

Criti Noll smiled underneath the façade of Hank Pym. He stood amongst the Skrull Empires greatest enemies, wearing the form of a man they continually mocked. Hank Pym, or the Yellow Jacket as he was called was the perfect cover. As a leader of the Initiative Pym could decide on whom was sent to which of the Fifty state teams. That was the authority Criti Noll needed to ensure that a Skrull sleeper agent occupied every inch of America. Soon the empire would be ready to invade the planet.

"What's up Hank?"

Criti wiped away his smirk and instead smiled as his "lover" entered the lab. Tigra was indeed a fascinating specimen. She bared the body of a human woman but the strength and coat of a tiger. Leaning against his back, Tigra playfully licked Criti's chin, unaware of his disguise.

"You know how you're not doing anything at the moment? Well I was thinking, how about we get some alone time before your due to evaluate some more rookies" Tigra said.

"Actually Greer I'm currently tracking a temporal anomaly" Criti said.

"A what now?" Tigra asked.

"My scanners have detected some kind of rift in the fabric of our dimension, its small but it seems to be passing over the training area"

"Is it dangerous?"

"It's benign right now, in fact there are several rifts forming in several locations and none of them are a danger because they wont grow to a…" Tigra cut off Pym's lecture as she pressed her lips against his.

Criti inwardly smiled as he swept the computers and instruments off of his desk. Disguising himself as a human had its advantages. He slammed Tigra against the desk and traced kisses across her belly and up her neck. The rifts were benign, and even if they did grow they still wouldn't be a threat to the Empire. For now Criti would enjoy the advantages of being Hank Pym. There were three things he enjoyed about this mission: serving the empire, tricking humans and fucking Tigra.

There were three things Michael hated about the Initiative: being away from home, getting lectures and underestimates from his instructors and the moments when rookies lost their nerve. A said rookie was shooting up the training room. MVP had entered the training area to meet the rookies and things went well for a moment. He got to see Cloud 9 smile; she'd been lucky enough to be changing in the boy's showers with only Michael in the room. She'd seen him without his shirt and he'd seen her without her trousers, a good trade really.

"EVERYBODY GET OUTA THERE!" Gauntlet yelled.

MVP looked at the scene in shock, nothing had happened like this on his first day. One of the rookies, Armoury had been driven insane when Trauma had transformed into her worst fear. Of course a giant spider was something to be afraid of, but right now Michael was more afraid of the laser beams flying out of Armoury's weapon. One of the rookies, Komodo had her arm blasted off, but thankfully she quickly grew another one. Trauma was smart enough to dive out of the way while Hardball used his powers to defend himself. A beam rebounded off of Hardball's fist ball, hitting the wall above. Through all this chaos, Cloud 9 stood frozen in fear.

"CLOUD 9 MOVE!" Michael yelled.

But she wouldn't move, even when beams flew inches past her head. MVP dashed off into a sprint, jumping and ducking under stray laser beams. With a burst of strength and speed he dived forward, tackling Cloud Nine out of the way of a beam. They rolled out of the way and MVP kept a hold of Cloud Nine's shoulders.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

Suddenly MVP felt a heat on the back of his head. He turned around and widened his eyes in shock. A purple beam had stopped inches from his head. It had struck some other surge of energy. Instead of being purple, this form of energy was blue and quickly growing in front of Michael's eyes.

"I've got her" Gauntlet said, wrapping an energy hand around Armoury.

"Something's…got…me!" Michael said, grinding his teeth together as he felt something pulling at his body.

"MVP!" Cloud Nine cried out.

Michael looked down at his hand and yelled. Every atom of his hand was now breaking apart and flying into the energy hole. He tried to move away but saw that his legs were being broken up as well. Everyone around him watched in shock. Gauntlet ran for his student while Cloud Nine tried to reach out to him. Suddenly his other hand began to break and the effect spread towards his chest and neck.

"Oh my god" Trauma said as he returned to his original shape.

"Fascinating" He heard Baron Von Blizschlag mutter.

The rest of the world went silent as the last bit of Michael's head disappeared. Everyone inside the training room watched in shock as the portal blinked and then disappeared completely.

Michael yelled as felt billions of particles bash into him. He was flying across a void, his body slowly repairing itself. Then the whiteness of the void changed to the same cracking blue energy of the portal. The fabric of his costume formed around his body and he regained the strength to move his arms and legs. Then he reached the end of void and sent rolling across a muddy and grassy surface. He felt a few stones dig into his hips. It felt like he had just taken a diving tackle. Brushing mud off of his fatigues, Michael looked at his new surroundings.

"What the hell is this place?" Michael wondered.

The sky seemed strange, darker than normal. And the rocks and grass around him certainly wasn't anything he'd find in Tennessee. Looking down the hill he had just landed on he saw some kind of construct. The alloy looked to be as advanced as the kind found at Camp Hammond, it looked like some kind of station although it was in bad shape. It wasn't the fires that Michael found disconcerting, but the construct floating over the station. Energy was crackling around it, like a thunderstorm. It looked like some kind of alien ship for lack of a better term. As Michael walked down the hill he saw other objects that caught him off guard. They were spikes with strange metallic corpses impaled on them.

"Thank god I didn't land on one of those" Michael said.

He looked up and down at the spikes before looking at the station. Two figures were standing there, both wearing armour. When Michael got a closer look at them he widened his eyes. They were aliens, although they didn't look like aliens the Avengers had made contact with. One of the aliens turned around, looking up at the alien ship. Michael widened his eyes as the other one raised what looked like a pistol.

"HEY!" Michael yelled.

The two aliens stopped and looked towards Michael. The one with red and black armour looked at the boy in confusion, and then at his accomplice.

"I'm sorry old friend" The alien in silver armour said.

He raised the pistol to his hip and fired several shots, point blank into the other aliens gut. Michael watched in shock as the wounded alien fell to the cold ground. The one whom had fired the shots then looked at Michael coldly before walking away. Michael's ears perked as he heard a sliding sound behind him. It was actually several sliding sounds. He turned around and looked at the spikes, shrinking until the corpses on top touched the ground. The corpses moaned as they got off the floor. Electricity sparked out of the wires across their body as they eyes shined a blue colour. They were all looking at Michael.

"Great, today was supposed to be a good day"

Next Chapter 2: Incidents

Hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter, it gets better as it goes on. MVP isn't going to be the only character going into the Mass Effect dimension. And the Mass Effect dimension may not be the same again when others from Michael's dimension come through. Read and tell me what you thought of it please