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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #104 : True Art is an EXPLOSION!
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DoorMan #104
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sipped on his orange juice, idly watching the TV, from his room on the Red Hearth, smirking as Tony did the exact same thing as he did in Cannon, shutting down the Weapons Division of Stark Industries.
To think that if things had not gone horribly wrong, he would be an intern at Stark Industries when this all went down, instead of being stuck in the Red Hearth, his civilian identity unofficially on a long term vacation to Thailand, with most of his dividends from his portfolios handled by a trust that was run by someone who was affiliated with Kamar Taj.
Colin Baxter, as the world knew him, had dropped out of the dark web, and the only one, outside of his close circle, who knew exactly what had happened was in Wakanda. Speaking of Wakanda, he wondered what exactly happened to Shuri and her plans to reintegrate Wakanda with the rest of the world.
He debated sending her a message before thinking better of it. The further he stayed from someone who was very heavily influenced by an Egyptian God, the better. It never worked out for anyone involved to get close to an Egyptian God.
He noted that Tony was the same as before, brash and blunt, as Tony chewed on his cheeseburger while leaving behind the cacophony of questions that had erupted after his announcement, to poor Obadiah.
Honestly, he wondered how Obadian was going to retaliate now. He had already collected the scraps that Tony left behind, to study and also to keep them out of Stane's hands. That left Stane very few options in terms of killing the Golden Goose that was Stark, because he would have no suit left to reengineer after Stark was killed.
On the other hand, killing Stane was a major milestone in Tony's character development but he was not going to do something as egregious as purposefully engineering a moment like that. If it happened, it happened and if not, then Stane could be sent to jail by Coulson whenever he arrived in Tony's life.
His eyes lit up in mischief as he thought of something stupid and fun he could do. Tasking the hacked satellites to ping him the specific parameters were met, he leaned back and sighed, looking at the TV, showing a reporter already doing a segment about Stark Industries and its apparent fall from grace, all the while two of his hands worked in the background, working on some more advanced spells.
Looking back, he saw the two glowing spinning balls, barely containing the ball of red in between. He grinned when the balls held steady, despite him not paying his complete attention to them.
With a thought, the red in between the balls was switched with a deep blue, then with a spinning white, then with yellow and then he cycled them with startling ease.
Once that was done, he mentally commended them to dissipate and contrary to what one might have thought, dispelling spells did not mean that one had to stop supplying Dimensional Energy to the spell.
On the contrary, the energy required to dissipate the spell safely required more skill and energy than simply letting it explode in one's face. So, it took some time, since this was his first time doing it in a room where its explosion would have some very real consequences, as the elements in the spinning balls disappeared, followed by the balls losing their spins before dissipating into thin air as well.
"Holy shit," he breathed out loud, watching the smoke coming out of his conjured hands, awe in his eyes. He just recreated the Rasengan, and not just the Rasengan, but Rasengan with the elements from his Doors in them.
Now, that part was still untested in terms of the damage done but he could imagine the versatility of the Rasengans now. He stood up, chair spinning back, as he got out of his room and jumped into the elevator, while mentally informing Jin'Ya that he needed some supervised tests in the ritual room, to which Jin'Ya lazily agreed.
The elevator opened up super fast, courtesy of technology, no magical enchantments used there, aside from some safety and bubble creating ones, and he was about to jump forward, only to come face to face with Bruce.
Bruce, looking at his crazy smiling face, was probably a little confused but he had no patience for that so he hopped into the elevator, canceled Bruce's selection for the kitchen floor and swiped in his finger to get to the lower levels, his energy signature allowing the button to be selected, another enchantment that interfaced quite well with electronic authentication systems.
Something he would no doubt proliferate to allies in the future, after some field testing, as the tech was probably capable of differentiating between Skrulls, as well, since it targeted the energy coming from the soul instead of just biology and genetics.
"Good timing! Come on, I would kike to show you something," He dragged Bruce along and wow, was there some heft to him, nothing like the weak ass human he was when they first met, back in Canadian Snow.
"W-What? Where are we going?" Bruce asked and he waved him off. "It's better to just show you. Also, I see that someone has been hitting the gym. Nice strength you got there."
Bruce smiled nervously, "Yes, I have strong data now. According to historical records, even untransformed, I can lift more than Captain America and run as fast as him. I have also recorded some reverse aging on my organs as well as my face."
He grinned, "So, an all around improvement in quality of life then? I am so glad we could figure that out. Also, a very productive outlet for stress relief, am I right?"
Bruce nodded, "Yes. Very. Multiple minor breakthroughs came to me in the middle of lifting heavy weights in high G environments."
"Oh yeah, I've gone up to 10G once but could not properly exercise in that, so I settled on 5G. How high do you go?"
Bruce smiled, "I can do all exercises at 7G and the highest I went, out of curiosity, was 15G and then I blacked out."
"Let me guess, the Hulk came out? Thinking it was some threat?"
Bruce sighed, "Yeah," Then he perked up, "But the weird part came after that. Hulk did not rage or rampage, all he did was walk up to the panel and set the settings to 50G and began working out. Great work on that room's overall integrity though, nothing was broken after Hulk set the gravity to normal and let me come out."
"Huh, interesting."
Then, the elevator dinged and opened up on the ritual room floor, with Jin'Ya already waiting for them. Since JIn'Ya was the official Guardian of the Red Hearth, having been recognised as such in the wards, he could travel freely through the entire place. That was on top of his already existing ability of phasing through matter.
"Let me show you my newest piece," he declared and moved to enter the ritual room while Bruce followed Jin'Ya to the observation deck, a room built by Jin'Ya to safely observe the whole thing without entering the ritual room itself. Usually, Jin'Ya would just come in, and stay just outside the ritual circles but for squishy humans like Bruce, who was not really squishy anymore, it was better to stay outside and observe.
Entering the ritual circle, he activated the standard ritual flow for isolation and once that was done, conjured two hands, and focused as the conjured hands rippled with concentric circles that then began overlapping on top of themselves, eventually creating a small ball of Dimensional Energy.
"Observe." He said, as the Ball stabilised, then he opened the least destructive thing he had in his arsenal of Doors, the Chi door, right in the middle of that spinning ball, giving it a golden look. He compressed the energy, which took time, about half a minute, before he stopped and looked at it, which looked so beautiful up close, before simply chucking it at the far end of the ritual circle, not before leaping out of the ritual circle as well.
The blast was blinding in its intensity. The ritual room shook but the circle held, holding back a storm of golden energy, crackling with such intensity he could feel it on his face, mere inches away from the boundary of the ritual circle.
"What was that?" Jin'Ya asked him, intrigued.
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
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DoorMan #104
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sipped on his orange juice, idly watching the TV, from his room on the Red Hearth, smirking as Tony did the exact same thing as he did in Cannon, shutting down the Weapons Division of Stark Industries.
To think that if things had not gone horribly wrong, he would be an intern at Stark Industries when this all went down, instead of being stuck in the Red Hearth, his civilian identity unofficially on a long term vacation to Thailand, with most of his dividends from his portfolios handled by a trust that was run by someone who was affiliated with Kamar Taj.
Colin Baxter, as the world knew him, had dropped out of the dark web, and the only one, outside of his close circle, who knew exactly what had happened was in Wakanda. Speaking of Wakanda, he wondered what exactly happened to Shuri and her plans to reintegrate Wakanda with the rest of the world.
He debated sending her a message before thinking better of it. The further he stayed from someone who was very heavily influenced by an Egyptian God, the better. It never worked out for anyone involved to get close to an Egyptian God.
He noted that Tony was the same as before, brash and blunt, as Tony chewed on his cheeseburger while leaving behind the cacophony of questions that had erupted after his announcement, to poor Obadiah.
Honestly, he wondered how Obadian was going to retaliate now. He had already collected the scraps that Tony left behind, to study and also to keep them out of Stane's hands. That left Stane very few options in terms of killing the Golden Goose that was Stark, because he would have no suit left to reengineer after Stark was killed.
On the other hand, killing Stane was a major milestone in Tony's character development but he was not going to do something as egregious as purposefully engineering a moment like that. If it happened, it happened and if not, then Stane could be sent to jail by Coulson whenever he arrived in Tony's life.
His eyes lit up in mischief as he thought of something stupid and fun he could do. Tasking the hacked satellites to ping him the specific parameters were met, he leaned back and sighed, looking at the TV, showing a reporter already doing a segment about Stark Industries and its apparent fall from grace, all the while two of his hands worked in the background, working on some more advanced spells.
Looking back, he saw the two glowing spinning balls, barely containing the ball of red in between. He grinned when the balls held steady, despite him not paying his complete attention to them.
With a thought, the red in between the balls was switched with a deep blue, then with a spinning white, then with yellow and then he cycled them with startling ease.
Once that was done, he mentally commended them to dissipate and contrary to what one might have thought, dispelling spells did not mean that one had to stop supplying Dimensional Energy to the spell.
On the contrary, the energy required to dissipate the spell safely required more skill and energy than simply letting it explode in one's face. So, it took some time, since this was his first time doing it in a room where its explosion would have some very real consequences, as the elements in the spinning balls disappeared, followed by the balls losing their spins before dissipating into thin air as well.
"Holy shit," he breathed out loud, watching the smoke coming out of his conjured hands, awe in his eyes. He just recreated the Rasengan, and not just the Rasengan, but Rasengan with the elements from his Doors in them.
Now, that part was still untested in terms of the damage done but he could imagine the versatility of the Rasengans now. He stood up, chair spinning back, as he got out of his room and jumped into the elevator, while mentally informing Jin'Ya that he needed some supervised tests in the ritual room, to which Jin'Ya lazily agreed.
The elevator opened up super fast, courtesy of technology, no magical enchantments used there, aside from some safety and bubble creating ones, and he was about to jump forward, only to come face to face with Bruce.
Bruce, looking at his crazy smiling face, was probably a little confused but he had no patience for that so he hopped into the elevator, canceled Bruce's selection for the kitchen floor and swiped in his finger to get to the lower levels, his energy signature allowing the button to be selected, another enchantment that interfaced quite well with electronic authentication systems.
Something he would no doubt proliferate to allies in the future, after some field testing, as the tech was probably capable of differentiating between Skrulls, as well, since it targeted the energy coming from the soul instead of just biology and genetics.
"Good timing! Come on, I would kike to show you something," He dragged Bruce along and wow, was there some heft to him, nothing like the weak ass human he was when they first met, back in Canadian Snow.
"W-What? Where are we going?" Bruce asked and he waved him off. "It's better to just show you. Also, I see that someone has been hitting the gym. Nice strength you got there."
Bruce smiled nervously, "Yes, I have strong data now. According to historical records, even untransformed, I can lift more than Captain America and run as fast as him. I have also recorded some reverse aging on my organs as well as my face."
He grinned, "So, an all around improvement in quality of life then? I am so glad we could figure that out. Also, a very productive outlet for stress relief, am I right?"
Bruce nodded, "Yes. Very. Multiple minor breakthroughs came to me in the middle of lifting heavy weights in high G environments."
"Oh yeah, I've gone up to 10G once but could not properly exercise in that, so I settled on 5G. How high do you go?"
Bruce smiled, "I can do all exercises at 7G and the highest I went, out of curiosity, was 15G and then I blacked out."
"Let me guess, the Hulk came out? Thinking it was some threat?"
Bruce sighed, "Yeah," Then he perked up, "But the weird part came after that. Hulk did not rage or rampage, all he did was walk up to the panel and set the settings to 50G and began working out. Great work on that room's overall integrity though, nothing was broken after Hulk set the gravity to normal and let me come out."
"Huh, interesting."
Then, the elevator dinged and opened up on the ritual room floor, with Jin'Ya already waiting for them. Since JIn'Ya was the official Guardian of the Red Hearth, having been recognised as such in the wards, he could travel freely through the entire place. That was on top of his already existing ability of phasing through matter.
"Let me show you my newest piece," he declared and moved to enter the ritual room while Bruce followed Jin'Ya to the observation deck, a room built by Jin'Ya to safely observe the whole thing without entering the ritual room itself. Usually, Jin'Ya would just come in, and stay just outside the ritual circles but for squishy humans like Bruce, who was not really squishy anymore, it was better to stay outside and observe.
Entering the ritual circle, he activated the standard ritual flow for isolation and once that was done, conjured two hands, and focused as the conjured hands rippled with concentric circles that then began overlapping on top of themselves, eventually creating a small ball of Dimensional Energy.
"Observe." He said, as the Ball stabilised, then he opened the least destructive thing he had in his arsenal of Doors, the Chi door, right in the middle of that spinning ball, giving it a golden look. He compressed the energy, which took time, about half a minute, before he stopped and looked at it, which looked so beautiful up close, before simply chucking it at the far end of the ritual circle, not before leaping out of the ritual circle as well.
The blast was blinding in its intensity. The ritual room shook but the circle held, holding back a storm of golden energy, crackling with such intensity he could feel it on his face, mere inches away from the boundary of the ritual circle.
"What was that?" Jin'Ya asked him, intrigued.
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #105 : Rasengan Galore!
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DoorMan #105
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes, before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
Jin'Ya deadpanned at him before flashing into the room right next to him, one of his claws expanding in size, heading towards the Chi storm. He might have warned them if it was someone else but not Jin'Ya, the dragon was leagues above anyone he knew in terms of absolute energy manipulation.
He knew that it had something to do with the fact that the older and stronger a dragon gets, the more energy dense they become, no matter their species. Jin'Ya, already made up mostly of energy anyway, had a natural advantage when it came to dealing with energy related incidents.
The barrier that kept the storm contained at the edge of the ritual circle stayed in place, only parting a bit as the claw entered it, trapping a small amount in a purple circle before the claw effortlessly came out of the containment, slightly smoking with golden fumes. "Hmm."
"What?" He asked the dragon, jumping on the balls of his feet, too excited about the new weapon he now had in his arsenal. He knew that all other variants of his Rasengan were destructive and was curious if the Chi one was the same or not. Did it perform mass healing for anyone in the range? Or did it give everyone super cancer as their cells desperately tried to make use of this absurd amount of Chi suddenly being pumped into their bodies with no clear pathway for their cells?
"It is destructive in its nature," Jin'Ya summarised before flicking his enlarged claw, dissipating that energy as the storm within the ritual circle too began dying down, almost a full minute after the point of impact. It was kind of scary how long he could keep the effect active, if he pumped as much energy as he could into the Rasengan.
"If you try this in an area full of humans, you will only find abominations and cancers after the spell is dispelled, same for most beings in the galaxy. Only the high level beings, like the Royal Asgardians, can take the attack head on and have their bodies healed instead of exploding into an uncontrollable mass of cells."
"Oh," he said, slightly saddened by this because he thought it could have utility in creating a giant area of healing with a single attack for mass healing in the middle of a battle.
"Alternatively," Jin'Ya continued, "you can try assembling a group of powerful people, not as strong as royal Asgardians but maybe on the level of the Kree or your resident Super Soldiers, and then subject them to the smallest level of Chi you can fling at them, and maybe that will heal them."
"Nah," He waved the suggestion off, "No need to risk anything. I will just not use it at all."
They exited the room and found themselves standing in front of a very excited Banner, "What was that?"
"That, Dr.Banner," His conjured arms spread wide apart, glowing yellow as he went for a repeat of his previous digalogue, only for Jin'Ya to swat at his arms and disintegrate them, "Don't."
"Spoilsport."
____xx___
As it turns out, after extensive testing, they could definitely answer that the Kinetic Lasers were very up there in terms of overall destructive prowess, sending lasers in all directions upon impact, with very high intensity.
But the one that would result in the highest possible casualties has to be the Water Rasengan, which just spewed water in all directions with such force that people would just be shredded apart before they could have an opportunity to drown.
It reeked of War Crimes to him so he resolved in not using that, at all. The imagery itself was horrible, he didn't know if he could even stomach the real thing happening.
The light one was the one that surprised him the most. The Light Door in and of itself was pretty much just a portable flashlight, with not that high of a brightness. BUT when he used the Light Rasengan, the result was very different.
Extreme Heat and light generated from the attack, capable of melting steel and blinding anyone in range. Finally, he had some sort of offensive attack with the light element.
Maybe now he could finally have something in his arsenal that would ward off the vampires. Speaking of vampires, he wondered what the Red Matron was doing?
He knew that after the Ta-LO operation, she was pretty injured and had retreated to heal her wounds because if the whispers were to be believed, the Ancient One ruthlessly used her as a meat shield, forcing her to tank all the attacks while the Ancient One herself prepared the attack that drove Dormammu off.
Even then, it was astonishing that the Ancient One had to literally sacrifice her arm for good. Like, intellectually, he knew that Dormammu was one big bad bastard, but to see the effects of fighting him off was humbling. He still had a long way to go but hopefully, he would never actually have to fight Dormammy himself.
He could just off Kaecilius and his merry band of zealots the second they try to attack Kamar Taj or if he was just lazy and failed in stopping them, rely on Strange to fend off Dormammu. After all, Stephen Strange was destined to be the best of us or so the Ancient One would say in a particular reality. He just hoped she was right because he still had flashes some times, of that horrible time in that fog, of those never ending hordes, of that sheer pain he had to endure to open a mere portal.
He really hoped, to Stan Lee, that he would never have to face the Demon himself.
"I was really hoping we could conduct some experiments with that. I think Extremis can absorb the energy you can throw off, specifically the life energy from that explosion."
His brows furrowed at the suggestion but he nodded, "Okay, schedule a time and send me a list for the equipment and we'll get it done."
Bruce nodded and went on his way, and he went his way. To the Portal Room.
Jin'Ya flicked his claw and a hole in reality opened up as he jumped into the portal and began falling down. Usually, he would just open up two small Air Doors beneath his feet to slow his fall and then a couple on his back and chest to stabilise his descent.
This time, he did no such thing as spider limbs conjured out of his back stabbed into the ground, stopping his descent. There was a jerk but it was negligible as he did a three point landing while standing upright.
He came face to face with the spaceship, his spaceship. It was not much, but it was his and he was going to do a complete makeover of the ship, armed with the recently acquired knowledge of enchantment and also the manual that had arrived earlier today.
Today, was the first day, to get to know the ins and outs of the ship. Tapping twice on the key, the ship's lights lit up twice as he entered the cabin and immediately coughed and used the Air Door to flush out the entire space, as the smell of fuel and chemicals was too heavy for him to breathe properly, and he was a superhuman.
He had a hunch that this particular restoration project was going to take a while.
Oh, well. It just meant he had more stuff to do and that was never a bad thing.
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DoorMan #105
Red Hearth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"That," He breathed out, standing up properly before dusting off imaginary dirt from his clothes, before turning to look at the mirroring enchantment and said with his arms spread apart, the backdrop of the golden explosion right behind him, "--Was an…EXPLOSION!"
Jin'Ya deadpanned at him before flashing into the room right next to him, one of his claws expanding in size, heading towards the Chi storm. He might have warned them if it was someone else but not Jin'Ya, the dragon was leagues above anyone he knew in terms of absolute energy manipulation.
He knew that it had something to do with the fact that the older and stronger a dragon gets, the more energy dense they become, no matter their species. Jin'Ya, already made up mostly of energy anyway, had a natural advantage when it came to dealing with energy related incidents.
The barrier that kept the storm contained at the edge of the ritual circle stayed in place, only parting a bit as the claw entered it, trapping a small amount in a purple circle before the claw effortlessly came out of the containment, slightly smoking with golden fumes. "Hmm."
"What?" He asked the dragon, jumping on the balls of his feet, too excited about the new weapon he now had in his arsenal. He knew that all other variants of his Rasengan were destructive and was curious if the Chi one was the same or not. Did it perform mass healing for anyone in the range? Or did it give everyone super cancer as their cells desperately tried to make use of this absurd amount of Chi suddenly being pumped into their bodies with no clear pathway for their cells?
"It is destructive in its nature," Jin'Ya summarised before flicking his enlarged claw, dissipating that energy as the storm within the ritual circle too began dying down, almost a full minute after the point of impact. It was kind of scary how long he could keep the effect active, if he pumped as much energy as he could into the Rasengan.
"If you try this in an area full of humans, you will only find abominations and cancers after the spell is dispelled, same for most beings in the galaxy. Only the high level beings, like the Royal Asgardians, can take the attack head on and have their bodies healed instead of exploding into an uncontrollable mass of cells."
"Oh," he said, slightly saddened by this because he thought it could have utility in creating a giant area of healing with a single attack for mass healing in the middle of a battle.
"Alternatively," Jin'Ya continued, "you can try assembling a group of powerful people, not as strong as royal Asgardians but maybe on the level of the Kree or your resident Super Soldiers, and then subject them to the smallest level of Chi you can fling at them, and maybe that will heal them."
"Nah," He waved the suggestion off, "No need to risk anything. I will just not use it at all."
They exited the room and found themselves standing in front of a very excited Banner, "What was that?"
"That, Dr.Banner," His conjured arms spread wide apart, glowing yellow as he went for a repeat of his previous digalogue, only for Jin'Ya to swat at his arms and disintegrate them, "Don't."
"Spoilsport."
____xx___
As it turns out, after extensive testing, they could definitely answer that the Kinetic Lasers were very up there in terms of overall destructive prowess, sending lasers in all directions upon impact, with very high intensity.
But the one that would result in the highest possible casualties has to be the Water Rasengan, which just spewed water in all directions with such force that people would just be shredded apart before they could have an opportunity to drown.
It reeked of War Crimes to him so he resolved in not using that, at all. The imagery itself was horrible, he didn't know if he could even stomach the real thing happening.
The light one was the one that surprised him the most. The Light Door in and of itself was pretty much just a portable flashlight, with not that high of a brightness. BUT when he used the Light Rasengan, the result was very different.
Extreme Heat and light generated from the attack, capable of melting steel and blinding anyone in range. Finally, he had some sort of offensive attack with the light element.
Maybe now he could finally have something in his arsenal that would ward off the vampires. Speaking of vampires, he wondered what the Red Matron was doing?
He knew that after the Ta-LO operation, she was pretty injured and had retreated to heal her wounds because if the whispers were to be believed, the Ancient One ruthlessly used her as a meat shield, forcing her to tank all the attacks while the Ancient One herself prepared the attack that drove Dormammu off.
Even then, it was astonishing that the Ancient One had to literally sacrifice her arm for good. Like, intellectually, he knew that Dormammu was one big bad bastard, but to see the effects of fighting him off was humbling. He still had a long way to go but hopefully, he would never actually have to fight Dormammy himself.
He could just off Kaecilius and his merry band of zealots the second they try to attack Kamar Taj or if he was just lazy and failed in stopping them, rely on Strange to fend off Dormammu. After all, Stephen Strange was destined to be the best of us or so the Ancient One would say in a particular reality. He just hoped she was right because he still had flashes some times, of that horrible time in that fog, of those never ending hordes, of that sheer pain he had to endure to open a mere portal.
He really hoped, to Stan Lee, that he would never have to face the Demon himself.
"I was really hoping we could conduct some experiments with that. I think Extremis can absorb the energy you can throw off, specifically the life energy from that explosion."
His brows furrowed at the suggestion but he nodded, "Okay, schedule a time and send me a list for the equipment and we'll get it done."
Bruce nodded and went on his way, and he went his way. To the Portal Room.
Jin'Ya flicked his claw and a hole in reality opened up as he jumped into the portal and began falling down. Usually, he would just open up two small Air Doors beneath his feet to slow his fall and then a couple on his back and chest to stabilise his descent.
This time, he did no such thing as spider limbs conjured out of his back stabbed into the ground, stopping his descent. There was a jerk but it was negligible as he did a three point landing while standing upright.
He came face to face with the spaceship, his spaceship. It was not much, but it was his and he was going to do a complete makeover of the ship, armed with the recently acquired knowledge of enchantment and also the manual that had arrived earlier today.
Today, was the first day, to get to know the ins and outs of the ship. Tapping twice on the key, the ship's lights lit up twice as he entered the cabin and immediately coughed and used the Air Door to flush out the entire space, as the smell of fuel and chemicals was too heavy for him to breathe properly, and he was a superhuman.
He had a hunch that this particular restoration project was going to take a while.
Oh, well. It just meant he had more stuff to do and that was never a bad thing.
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Who knows? Stark got shot this time around, lost tons of blood and is probably still sleeping, even weeks after the rescue, the warmonger suit will get done before the first proper ironman suit, and stark will probably die in his sleep once obi plucks the reactor out.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #106 : Outdated Manuals, Phantom Panic & Villainous laughter!
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DoorMan #106
Nepal, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"What in the everloving f*ck is this supposed to be?" he all but shouted, trying to make heads or tails about the ownership manual that Jin'Ya had supposedly gotten for him. It was very rare and it was clearly second-hand, judging by the missing as well as sticky pages.
Ewww. That was also the reason he was currently glad that he had no real hands to speak of and could discard his current conjured hands as soon as he was done touching the manual. Even then, the thought of where the manual could have been made him shudder and jump into the shower immediately. Alas, that was not the case because he only had about a week before the enchantments were supposed to be renewed and he did not plan on renewing them once more.
So, in one week, he was going to either build a hangar near the Red Hearth, and store it there to work on its restoration or he had a fun idea of making a smashing entry into the life of one Tony Stark.
The second idea was immature, unnecessarily risky and unpredictable in its outcome but it was fun, and that made a very heavy point in the favour. Still, though, that was very far away.
According to some very rough calculations he did earlier, equipped with his new Rasengan weaponry, his spider limbs, and newfound knowledge on enchantments, it should not take him more than three days to have a rudimentary Hangar up and running.
Well, he said Hangart but all it would be was a giant high ceiling empty space, with a potentially open roof for the spaceship to take off vertically, because his ship did have VTOL capacity, which was awesome!
God, this is what owning a car must feel like. Except the car is broken down, very old, does not come with a manual, has alien parts in them and has very questionable overall integrity.
Some would say that it is exactly like owning a first car.
He wondered why he never bought one in his past life, despite having the money to do so. Most probably something to do with high prices and him living in a city that had more than ample public transport. Plus, the really high taxes coupled with the high cost of ownership discouraged him further more, not to mention the low running he would have had since he spent the majority of his time in a single city, barely travelling out of the state.
At least that's what he remembered. He paused mid excavation of a bundle of wires, the conjurations flickering for a moment before he dropped the projections, the bundle of ancient wires landing on the ground, setting off a small plume of smoke.
"Huh," he muttered, his entire body freezing for a moment. "I really do not remember anymore?" He could still recall the details of the Marvel content he consumed, some of the comics data, some Marvel wiki reading, and more.
Yet, he could not remember anything else. His earlier experiences. His close friends, relatives, and more, he could not even recall. His college, his education, his first job, nothing.
By all means, the mere thought of that should have filled his entire body with panic. Yet, all he could feel was a dull ache, nothing more than a residual feeling, of knowing that something was lost but realising that it was not as significant as he thought it would be.
Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, he manifested a set of arms to grab the bundle of cables and lifted them up. Underneath the sea of cables, was a set of levers that should stop the flow of energy to the entirety of the ship.
Then, he can hook up auxiliary power to the whole thing, so that it becomes an environment he can actually work in. Despite it being very old, the battery in this thing was more than enough to create some rather gruesome wounds if he were to be exposed to the full load.
Humming a familiar tone, though he could not pinpoint the exact name of it, he got to work, creating multiple smaller latches for the wires to lock onto, so he could safely take everything out.
He just hoped that it would be somewhat doable, the task of getting this piece of junk properly mapped using the manual in three days.
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Okay, so spoiler alert. He could not get it done. Within the first 24 hours, he realised that the propulsion aspect of the spaceship was entirely separated from the rest of its subsystems. In the manual, which was very poorly translated, it was written that it was made like that on purpose so the propulsion aspect could remain separated from any finicky repairs that needed to be done.
So, the geek that he was, he just decided to rip apart most of the ship, gutting most of its systems before placing his own, or rather, humanity's systems on them.
So, he abandoned the ship, half torn apart in that palace before setting out to create the Hangar near the Red Hearth.
Thank Stan Lee that he had the foresight to request the barrier around the Red Hearth to be significantly larger than the required amount. That gave him ample space to begin digging and create the Red Hearth.
As was customary for Mars, he had to dig really deep into the planet to get to solid earth and then began the task of just demolition.
As he was the master of multitasking, he perfected his villain laugh with every Rasengan destruction bomb he threw in the small hole he dug with his spider limbs, with clouds of red dust exploding and turning the air around him red. That made his villainous laughter even more intimidating.
After that, it was just a question of acquiring multiple tall sheets of steel, joining them nice and tight, before casting spell after spell on them, engraving enchantments on every one of them. Structurally, the Hangar was not at all designed to survive, not even on the most moderate weather places on Earth but with the power of magic, he now had what was essentially a cuboid, that was so strong that it would take multiple Rasengan Bombs to dent them.
Unfortunately, he still did not have his portal ability back so he had to ask Jin'Ya to make a portal large enough to get the spaceship from that forest to the Hangar.
"Are you sure you don't want a newer ship? We can get you a much smaller one, one that will work every time." Jin'Ya suggested and he had been firm in his denial.
Yeah, a working spaceship was cool but from Jin'Ya's recount, he could tell that the ship he was talking about was small, like Milano small. The ship he had right now? It was just over a tenth of the size of the Dark Aster, the flagship ship of Ronan the Accuser.
It was massive, and he would get it working in anyhow condition. After all, how cool would it be to just pull up in front of the Chitauri in a ship surpassing the Leviathan in size and firepower?
Just thinking about it made him shudder in excitement.
So, it had been almost a week since Tony was rescued from Afghanistan and he was starting to wonder how long it would take for either Stane to make his move or for the law enforcement, i.e., SHIELD, to catch up on the real criminal.
Alas, a quick check of the news told him no such thing and the satellite tracking he had on Stark's Malibu house did not garner any results which made him curious because if the movies were to be believed, it took Tony only days to recover, design the new suit and perform the maiden flight from his home.
He had something in mind about the whole ice problem when Tony's suit eventually froze over.
"Welp," He clapped his conjured hands, creating a dull sound in the hangar, "Time to visit LA."
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DoorMan #106
Nepal, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"What in the everloving f*ck is this supposed to be?" he all but shouted, trying to make heads or tails about the ownership manual that Jin'Ya had supposedly gotten for him. It was very rare and it was clearly second-hand, judging by the missing as well as sticky pages.
Ewww. That was also the reason he was currently glad that he had no real hands to speak of and could discard his current conjured hands as soon as he was done touching the manual. Even then, the thought of where the manual could have been made him shudder and jump into the shower immediately. Alas, that was not the case because he only had about a week before the enchantments were supposed to be renewed and he did not plan on renewing them once more.
So, in one week, he was going to either build a hangar near the Red Hearth, and store it there to work on its restoration or he had a fun idea of making a smashing entry into the life of one Tony Stark.
The second idea was immature, unnecessarily risky and unpredictable in its outcome but it was fun, and that made a very heavy point in the favour. Still, though, that was very far away.
According to some very rough calculations he did earlier, equipped with his new Rasengan weaponry, his spider limbs, and newfound knowledge on enchantments, it should not take him more than three days to have a rudimentary Hangar up and running.
Well, he said Hangart but all it would be was a giant high ceiling empty space, with a potentially open roof for the spaceship to take off vertically, because his ship did have VTOL capacity, which was awesome!
God, this is what owning a car must feel like. Except the car is broken down, very old, does not come with a manual, has alien parts in them and has very questionable overall integrity.
Some would say that it is exactly like owning a first car.
He wondered why he never bought one in his past life, despite having the money to do so. Most probably something to do with high prices and him living in a city that had more than ample public transport. Plus, the really high taxes coupled with the high cost of ownership discouraged him further more, not to mention the low running he would have had since he spent the majority of his time in a single city, barely travelling out of the state.
At least that's what he remembered. He paused mid excavation of a bundle of wires, the conjurations flickering for a moment before he dropped the projections, the bundle of ancient wires landing on the ground, setting off a small plume of smoke.
"Huh," he muttered, his entire body freezing for a moment. "I really do not remember anymore?" He could still recall the details of the Marvel content he consumed, some of the comics data, some Marvel wiki reading, and more.
Yet, he could not remember anything else. His earlier experiences. His close friends, relatives, and more, he could not even recall. His college, his education, his first job, nothing.
By all means, the mere thought of that should have filled his entire body with panic. Yet, all he could feel was a dull ache, nothing more than a residual feeling, of knowing that something was lost but realising that it was not as significant as he thought it would be.
Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, he manifested a set of arms to grab the bundle of cables and lifted them up. Underneath the sea of cables, was a set of levers that should stop the flow of energy to the entirety of the ship.
Then, he can hook up auxiliary power to the whole thing, so that it becomes an environment he can actually work in. Despite it being very old, the battery in this thing was more than enough to create some rather gruesome wounds if he were to be exposed to the full load.
Humming a familiar tone, though he could not pinpoint the exact name of it, he got to work, creating multiple smaller latches for the wires to lock onto, so he could safely take everything out.
He just hoped that it would be somewhat doable, the task of getting this piece of junk properly mapped using the manual in three days.
__xx___
Okay, so spoiler alert. He could not get it done. Within the first 24 hours, he realised that the propulsion aspect of the spaceship was entirely separated from the rest of its subsystems. In the manual, which was very poorly translated, it was written that it was made like that on purpose so the propulsion aspect could remain separated from any finicky repairs that needed to be done.
So, the geek that he was, he just decided to rip apart most of the ship, gutting most of its systems before placing his own, or rather, humanity's systems on them.
So, he abandoned the ship, half torn apart in that palace before setting out to create the Hangar near the Red Hearth.
Thank Stan Lee that he had the foresight to request the barrier around the Red Hearth to be significantly larger than the required amount. That gave him ample space to begin digging and create the Red Hearth.
As was customary for Mars, he had to dig really deep into the planet to get to solid earth and then began the task of just demolition.
As he was the master of multitasking, he perfected his villain laugh with every Rasengan destruction bomb he threw in the small hole he dug with his spider limbs, with clouds of red dust exploding and turning the air around him red. That made his villainous laughter even more intimidating.
After that, it was just a question of acquiring multiple tall sheets of steel, joining them nice and tight, before casting spell after spell on them, engraving enchantments on every one of them. Structurally, the Hangar was not at all designed to survive, not even on the most moderate weather places on Earth but with the power of magic, he now had what was essentially a cuboid, that was so strong that it would take multiple Rasengan Bombs to dent them.
Unfortunately, he still did not have his portal ability back so he had to ask Jin'Ya to make a portal large enough to get the spaceship from that forest to the Hangar.
"Are you sure you don't want a newer ship? We can get you a much smaller one, one that will work every time." Jin'Ya suggested and he had been firm in his denial.
Yeah, a working spaceship was cool but from Jin'Ya's recount, he could tell that the ship he was talking about was small, like Milano small. The ship he had right now? It was just over a tenth of the size of the Dark Aster, the flagship ship of Ronan the Accuser.
It was massive, and he would get it working in anyhow condition. After all, how cool would it be to just pull up in front of the Chitauri in a ship surpassing the Leviathan in size and firepower?
Just thinking about it made him shudder in excitement.
So, it had been almost a week since Tony was rescued from Afghanistan and he was starting to wonder how long it would take for either Stane to make his move or for the law enforcement, i.e., SHIELD, to catch up on the real criminal.
Alas, a quick check of the news told him no such thing and the satellite tracking he had on Stark's Malibu house did not garner any results which made him curious because if the movies were to be believed, it took Tony only days to recover, design the new suit and perform the maiden flight from his home.
He had something in mind about the whole ice problem when Tony's suit eventually froze over.
"Welp," He clapped his conjured hands, creating a dull sound in the hangar, "Time to visit LA."
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #107 : Flailing Tony, Stressed Fury & Trolling MYSTERIO!
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A/N - The Sickness Gods descended on me with a ravenous furore but thankfully, I have fended them off now so I can get back to the glorious grind of writing!
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I might still be a little off from the meds but I AM A PUNK ROCKER, YES I AM!
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #107
LA, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He grinned as he saw the news. Apparently, tomorrow night was the night that Tony was not invited to his own gala, and was told by Stane that he was fired from the company. It also meant that tonight was also the night Jarvis would be coloring all of the suit parts in hot rod red and gold colours.
But he was slightly confused, because the maiden flight test should have been done before then, but the group of satellites he had tasked for the express purpose of tracking everything that came out of Stark's house did not register anything.
He was floating, out in the ocean, in the dark, cloaked under stealth spells, just surveilling Tony's house. Man, it was a nice house. Too much glass for his taste though. Then again, he had the safety angle in his mind whenever he looked at a house, and the Mandarin's attack on Tony's house came to mind. The man had a veritable army of suits in his house and yet, he could not defend it from a couple of helicopters and some missiles.
He needed a break from the restoration work on his ship, of which he was learning a lot of. Apparently, the battery in that thing was a solid state battery, made over a century ago, and it still worked. He had taken that thing out to test its properties standalone, and maybe pull Bruce for it but the man was clearly busy with his own research.
The battery was now draining itself, powering a magical loop where electricity was taken and converted to sunlight, allowing the residents of the Red Hearth to get ample natural light, even when they were dozens of levels underground.
The thing about magical loops was that they could be reversed. That particular enchantment was specifically to convert solar energy into electricity. A flipped character within the enchantment now meant that it was now consuming electricity to create sunlight. Once the battery was drained, he had a number of tests to run on it.
But all of that was for later. For now, he was right here, on Earth, in LA, smelling the sea air, waiting for Tony to make a move. He was close, so close that he could see the house as well as the piano from the glass wall that Tony had facing the sea.
Man, that wall irked him to no end. It's not like the man did not invest money into it. That glass was probably bulletproof. It's just that bulletproof did not mean missile-proof. Maybe the great Mr.Stark could learn a thing or two from the Mysterio when it came to house security.
The garage type entrance that went straight down into Tony's lab was something he kept a constant eye on because that was–
He immediately flew forward as the road began glowing suddenly, and then he smiled as Tony flew out of it, sleek armour coated in silver, flying straight out of the house into an arc. The suit flew into the harbour, its silver glinting under the moonlight. Despite seeing stuff objectively much cooler than the suit, he smiled as he gently flew forward, intent on following the man.
The man, clearly enjoying himself, did a fly by of the beach, then flew back towards the house and then, shot straight up.
Time to Shine, he thought to himself, as he followed suit, still using Cloaking spells and low power Air Doors to push himself up, not reaching nearly the same velocity as Tony but he did not need speed right now.
Tony would come falling down on his own soon enough anyway. All he needed to do was remain hidden otherwise who knows how many repulsor blasts he would get to his face before Tony calmed down, not that they would do anything to him since this was season 1 Iron Man with no Uni-Beam and the puny ass first gen Arc Reactor. Plus, this suit was a prototype so no small cache of deadly missiles or ultra accurate guns installed.
He felt the air thin and the temperature drop as ice began gathering on Tony's silver suit, further making it shine under the moonlight. The suit's repulsors began sputtering out as, predictably, Tony's wish to surpass the world record made his suit shut down mid air and made him flail about, screaming in panic.
Damn, the video was clear but the audio was not, he thought to himself as he put away the camera he brought for this special occasion. After all, trolling Tony Stark, the most trollable existence, was another achievement in and of itself.
The suit tumbled mid air, changing orientation as air buffeted it all around. He spotted the flaps that Tony would need to pull to get the ice off his suit. Well, he could not let the man have that close of a call that he did in canon, otherwise who knows if Tony would get a chance to build the second suit or become a splatter on the roads.
So, no longer needing to hide himself, he uncloaked himself and flew close to Tony's flailing form. This close he could see the man try to speak to Jarvis but the suit's systems were completely down. He was falling straight down, along with Tony as two arms got out of his back and grabbed onto the torso and legs of the suit, stopping the suit from turning on itself.
Tony spoke, confused, since the faceplate was facing the other direction. Then, he cleared some of the ice with a third hand before opening the deadstick flaps that restarted the suit. Within seconds, the repulsors were active as he let go of the man. Then, he found himself on the other end of the repulsor tech being armed and aimed at him.
Can't say that he did not expect that.
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Triskelion
–Nick Fury–
"Tell me what you see here, Barton," He asked the lead agent assigned to this particular mystery of theirs, as they watched footage of the day Tony Stark was rescued and escorted to a US Military base in Afghanistan.
"I see…new abilities," Barton remarked dryly and he resisted the urge to glare at the man. It was true. The amount of new information that had been gathered from this single interaction was vast, beyond what they thought the Orange Man to be capable of.
There were hundreds of pictures taken, footage of every single second of the man's interaction with the armed forces, recorded and analysed by their people. Mysterio, he called himself.
"This ups the threat rating immensely. I don't think anything short of a surprise attack with the cavalry would have any chance of capturing him."
He nodded at that, looking out into the distance before sliding the files forward. "I want you to track him down. People like him don't pop out of nowhere. There's also the matter of Banner being with him. See if you can find anyone with exotic abilities in the market. Chances are, we'll find him. Surveillance only. DO NOT ENGAGE."
"Yes, sir." Barton left the room with the files and he sighed, leaning back into his chair, wondering what exactly the man was doing. He said that he wanted to rescue Stark but could not find him, which he had a hard time believing because the man could somehow find Banner in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, in Canada.
Even taking into account the mountains and the caves of Afghanistan, the man should have been able to find Stark in the months that he had been captured and forced to make weapons. Apparently, Stark blew up the place that had captured him and later surveillance confirmed that.
Vindictive lot, the Starks were.
Now he just had to worry about someone who could take sustained fire of high calibre bullets, fly at speeds surpassing most fighter jets on the planet, conjure energy constructs for multiple purposes, and do all of this while having the ability to quite literally disappear from anything that could track them.
A year from now, when he would see Tony do the exact same things with his suits, he would get that much closer to losing his mind.
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I might still be a little off from the meds but I AM A PUNK ROCKER, YES I AM!
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #107
LA, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He grinned as he saw the news. Apparently, tomorrow night was the night that Tony was not invited to his own gala, and was told by Stane that he was fired from the company. It also meant that tonight was also the night Jarvis would be coloring all of the suit parts in hot rod red and gold colours.
But he was slightly confused, because the maiden flight test should have been done before then, but the group of satellites he had tasked for the express purpose of tracking everything that came out of Stark's house did not register anything.
He was floating, out in the ocean, in the dark, cloaked under stealth spells, just surveilling Tony's house. Man, it was a nice house. Too much glass for his taste though. Then again, he had the safety angle in his mind whenever he looked at a house, and the Mandarin's attack on Tony's house came to mind. The man had a veritable army of suits in his house and yet, he could not defend it from a couple of helicopters and some missiles.
He needed a break from the restoration work on his ship, of which he was learning a lot of. Apparently, the battery in that thing was a solid state battery, made over a century ago, and it still worked. He had taken that thing out to test its properties standalone, and maybe pull Bruce for it but the man was clearly busy with his own research.
The battery was now draining itself, powering a magical loop where electricity was taken and converted to sunlight, allowing the residents of the Red Hearth to get ample natural light, even when they were dozens of levels underground.
The thing about magical loops was that they could be reversed. That particular enchantment was specifically to convert solar energy into electricity. A flipped character within the enchantment now meant that it was now consuming electricity to create sunlight. Once the battery was drained, he had a number of tests to run on it.
But all of that was for later. For now, he was right here, on Earth, in LA, smelling the sea air, waiting for Tony to make a move. He was close, so close that he could see the house as well as the piano from the glass wall that Tony had facing the sea.
Man, that wall irked him to no end. It's not like the man did not invest money into it. That glass was probably bulletproof. It's just that bulletproof did not mean missile-proof. Maybe the great Mr.Stark could learn a thing or two from the Mysterio when it came to house security.
The garage type entrance that went straight down into Tony's lab was something he kept a constant eye on because that was–
He immediately flew forward as the road began glowing suddenly, and then he smiled as Tony flew out of it, sleek armour coated in silver, flying straight out of the house into an arc. The suit flew into the harbour, its silver glinting under the moonlight. Despite seeing stuff objectively much cooler than the suit, he smiled as he gently flew forward, intent on following the man.
The man, clearly enjoying himself, did a fly by of the beach, then flew back towards the house and then, shot straight up.
Time to Shine, he thought to himself, as he followed suit, still using Cloaking spells and low power Air Doors to push himself up, not reaching nearly the same velocity as Tony but he did not need speed right now.
Tony would come falling down on his own soon enough anyway. All he needed to do was remain hidden otherwise who knows how many repulsor blasts he would get to his face before Tony calmed down, not that they would do anything to him since this was season 1 Iron Man with no Uni-Beam and the puny ass first gen Arc Reactor. Plus, this suit was a prototype so no small cache of deadly missiles or ultra accurate guns installed.
He felt the air thin and the temperature drop as ice began gathering on Tony's silver suit, further making it shine under the moonlight. The suit's repulsors began sputtering out as, predictably, Tony's wish to surpass the world record made his suit shut down mid air and made him flail about, screaming in panic.
Damn, the video was clear but the audio was not, he thought to himself as he put away the camera he brought for this special occasion. After all, trolling Tony Stark, the most trollable existence, was another achievement in and of itself.
The suit tumbled mid air, changing orientation as air buffeted it all around. He spotted the flaps that Tony would need to pull to get the ice off his suit. Well, he could not let the man have that close of a call that he did in canon, otherwise who knows if Tony would get a chance to build the second suit or become a splatter on the roads.
So, no longer needing to hide himself, he uncloaked himself and flew close to Tony's flailing form. This close he could see the man try to speak to Jarvis but the suit's systems were completely down. He was falling straight down, along with Tony as two arms got out of his back and grabbed onto the torso and legs of the suit, stopping the suit from turning on itself.
Tony spoke, confused, since the faceplate was facing the other direction. Then, he cleared some of the ice with a third hand before opening the deadstick flaps that restarted the suit. Within seconds, the repulsors were active as he let go of the man. Then, he found himself on the other end of the repulsor tech being armed and aimed at him.
Can't say that he did not expect that.
____xx____
Triskelion
–Nick Fury–
"Tell me what you see here, Barton," He asked the lead agent assigned to this particular mystery of theirs, as they watched footage of the day Tony Stark was rescued and escorted to a US Military base in Afghanistan.
"I see…new abilities," Barton remarked dryly and he resisted the urge to glare at the man. It was true. The amount of new information that had been gathered from this single interaction was vast, beyond what they thought the Orange Man to be capable of.
There were hundreds of pictures taken, footage of every single second of the man's interaction with the armed forces, recorded and analysed by their people. Mysterio, he called himself.
"This ups the threat rating immensely. I don't think anything short of a surprise attack with the cavalry would have any chance of capturing him."
He nodded at that, looking out into the distance before sliding the files forward. "I want you to track him down. People like him don't pop out of nowhere. There's also the matter of Banner being with him. See if you can find anyone with exotic abilities in the market. Chances are, we'll find him. Surveillance only. DO NOT ENGAGE."
"Yes, sir." Barton left the room with the files and he sighed, leaning back into his chair, wondering what exactly the man was doing. He said that he wanted to rescue Stark but could not find him, which he had a hard time believing because the man could somehow find Banner in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, in Canada.
Even taking into account the mountains and the caves of Afghanistan, the man should have been able to find Stark in the months that he had been captured and forced to make weapons. Apparently, Stark blew up the place that had captured him and later surveillance confirmed that.
Vindictive lot, the Starks were.
Now he just had to worry about someone who could take sustained fire of high calibre bullets, fly at speeds surpassing most fighter jets on the planet, conjure energy constructs for multiple purposes, and do all of this while having the ability to quite literally disappear from anything that could track them.
A year from now, when he would see Tony do the exact same things with his suits, he would get that much closer to losing his mind.
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Ehhh it's good. I just don't like the way how Shuri has turned into a Mary Sue in this story. Especially how she so easily found him and found out his identity. Already shows how the rest of the story will work out.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #108 : Arrogance? Not for Long.....
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DoorMan #108
LA, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
So, there he was, floating in the air, with repulsors, the newest line of energy weaponry from the genius of one Tony Stark, aimed at him, primed and ready to blast him away if need be. He was certain that Tony would not resort to lethal force right off the bat but that was just hopeful thinking.
After a beat of silence, the repulsors powered down and Tony lowered his hands, "You're the guy who rescued me, in the desert." Tony's faceplate slid up, showing Tony looking at him with an appraising gaze.
"Yes," He confirmed for the guy.
"Who are you? How did you find me?" The man asked, very seriously.
He was about to answer when Tony beat him to the pinch, "You know what? Not here."
The faceplate slid on and the man rocketed straight down, towards his house. Knowing what was to come, he followed suit, letting gravity take hold while using the Air Doors on his chest and back to aim himself right behind the silver blur. Though, he wondered if Tony could avoid destroying a very classic and very expensive car, along with some equally rare and vintage Piano set because someone else was following him as well.
After a few seconds of continued flying, he smiled as he realised things were about to be the same as they were in canon, with Tony righting himself and floating a foot off the roof.
He neared the rooftop, just in time to hear the man say to Jarvis, "Jarvis, cut off power to the thrusters."
The reaction was immediate. Tony, with a very dense suit, fell straight through the roof into the next floor, only for a hand to shoot out of his back and grab onto Tony's form like a claw, holding him in place.
Slowly pulling him up, which finally made him notice how heavy the suit actually was, he laughed at Tony who, honest to Stan Lee, pouted at him, "What was the plan here? Going through the floors until you hit rocks?"
Tony gave him a look, which he could see even through the faceplate as the suit's repulsors came active, forcing him to dissipate the arm holding on to Tony, who was clearly watching it with barely hidden interest.
"Like what you see?" He asked the man, amused.
"What am I seeing?" Tony said as he veered to the side and into the same tunnel, through which he came. "Come on. Follow me."
He did, using Air Doors to follow along at a steady pace. At the end of the tunnel, Tony's lab, the absolute wet dream of a nerd, came into view. Lights shone everywhere, some of which he knew hid the holographic projectors.
The floor with the criss crossed patterns on them was the one that held the platform for Tony's suits, which he got to see in action as Tony, gently this time, dropped the suit on the grid, which opened up and got Tony out of the suit, without any issue whatsoever.
Tony grinned at him as he walked away from the platform, towards a small makeshift bar counter, preparing a drink for him. "You want any?"
"No." He denied, no need to risk opening the hood here.
"Suit yourself," Tony shrugged and he had to take a moment to debate internally as to what he was doing here. Aside from saving Tony from his particularly unique brand of stupidity, there was not much to be gained here, since Tony would not trust him, not without showing his face and that was not happening anytime soon.
The only reason he was here and not on the other end of a repulsor attack was because Tony either remembered being rescued by Colin, which was unlikely because the man was clearly out of it back when they met in the desert, or he got to know from Rhodey or the Military about the clearly enhanced man who rescued Tony Stark.
Some of them must have had a theory that Tony or someone from Tony's team had hired some sort of super powered mercenary to rescue Tony once all other options had fallen apart.
"So," Tony began, since all he did was stand in the centre, looking around without touching anything, "How did you do it?"
Without turning around since he was admiring the drone that would, in an alternate timeline, foam Tony once the man fell through multiple floors and destroyed one of his precious cars from his car collection, he replied, "Do what?"
"You know, the healing, the arms, the flying, the dozen different types of energy I can sense coming from you that I have never seen before."
He raised an eyebrow behind the mask before turning around, activating one of the stealth spells he had learned, blocking most electromagnetic waves from getting out of the suit, "What energy?"
Tony's brows furrowed for a second then he swivelled one of the monitors to his side, as his eyebrows rose up into his hairline. "What? How? They were just here." He heard the man mutter before setting his drink aside and letting his hands glide across the custom keyboard setup that he had built for himself.
After a minute or so of the man fiddling with his equipment, Tony whirled around, "How did you do it? Some kind of new stealth system? Some exotic material we haven't found yet? Better yet, did you hack my systems? Jarvis?"
He let the man ramble on as Jarvis replied, "No breaches detected, sir. The scans are being run on an airgapped system. Scans from their suit show an unknown material, bathed in unknown energy. Unquantifiable for now."
Tony nodded before gulping down the rest of his drink, crossing his arms and turning to him, clearly very curious and partly incensed, "So, mind telling me how?"
He let the silence sink in for a moment before replying, "Magic."
The scoff was immediate, so was the disdain forming on Tony's face as he took the empty glass to get himself another drink. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll figure it out sooner or later."
With a drink in one hand, Tony took out a checkbook from one of the drawers and threw it towards him, "There. Write whatever amount you want, up to nine zeroes. For rescuing and more importantly, healing me. I feel like a new man ever since you did that. Let me know if that can be arranged on a regular basis, I would love to feel this good all the time."
He smiled at the man, enjoying the arrogance and snobbishness on display, because this was probably one of the last few years that reality would let Tony have this level of arrogance. Pride? Sure. That would remain with Tony until the end of his life, and not without reason. The man clearly had enough reasons and enough accomplishments under his belt to be more than prideful about his work.
Arrogance, though? That would get beaten out of him as the next few blows take him down, only for him to come out stronger from it.
A small hand shot out of his back, instantly attracting Tony's attention, which grabbed the checkbook and gave it back to the man, who accepted it absentmindedly, more focused on the golden hand that gave it to him. "I am not foolish enough to accept money through cash, Mr.Stark, even if I did do it for the money. Also, no, I do not offer my services as a healer on demand otherwise you would have heard of me long ago."
To his credit, Tony snapped out of it as soon as the hand he conjured dissipated, muttering something suspiciously like, "Energy construct, capable of multiple shapes, sizes and elongating on demand. Interesting."
Then, he replied, a little louder, "Fair enough. What do you want, then? There must be something I can do for my mysterious savior who intimidated an entire military base into letting him leave and managed to escape unscathed from two top of the line Jets."
"Not now, Mr.Stark. Maybe sometime in the future. Just continue do what you are doing."
Tony raised an eyebrow at him, "You mean the company? You want me to stop building more weapons?"
"Weapons? Yes. Defensive equipment? No."
"Elaborate."
"Well, I assume your plan to save the company is that," a hand conjured itself and pointed at the Arc Reactor in Tony's chest.
"Maybe."
"Then you have your work cut out for you. I don't expect the first Arc Reactor, outside of your own factories and buildings to be built in this decade. The opposition you will face from Big Oil, Big Coal, their lobbyists, the fearmongers, the environmentalists, and more, would just drown you."
Tony was about to speak, likely to defend his idea but he bowled over the man, "Oh, I have no doubt that you'll succeed, eventually. You have your suit for protection and more than enough genius left in that old brain of yours to successfully manoeuvre your company but I would just say that having military contracts, just for defensive equipment will help your company, a lot."
Tony slowly nodded, thinking about it.
"I would start with lobbying with the Mayor here. Build an Arc Reactor near the HQ, and then sell the excess energy at half the price to the grid. Once that becomes successful, I am sure you can figure out the rest."
"Eactly what I was planning on doing." Tony finished his drunk and was about to turn around for his third, which could be a problem but he did heal and flush the man's body of toxins just a few days ago, so for now Tony was fine.
"Take care of yourself, Mr.Stark. I'll be seeing you around."
"Wait-" Tony turned around, clearly intent on making him stay, but the man's words were stuck in his throat, his eyes widening, as a purple hole in reality appeared behind him, as he disappeared from Tony's lab.
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DoorMan #108
LA, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
So, there he was, floating in the air, with repulsors, the newest line of energy weaponry from the genius of one Tony Stark, aimed at him, primed and ready to blast him away if need be. He was certain that Tony would not resort to lethal force right off the bat but that was just hopeful thinking.
After a beat of silence, the repulsors powered down and Tony lowered his hands, "You're the guy who rescued me, in the desert." Tony's faceplate slid up, showing Tony looking at him with an appraising gaze.
"Yes," He confirmed for the guy.
"Who are you? How did you find me?" The man asked, very seriously.
He was about to answer when Tony beat him to the pinch, "You know what? Not here."
The faceplate slid on and the man rocketed straight down, towards his house. Knowing what was to come, he followed suit, letting gravity take hold while using the Air Doors on his chest and back to aim himself right behind the silver blur. Though, he wondered if Tony could avoid destroying a very classic and very expensive car, along with some equally rare and vintage Piano set because someone else was following him as well.
After a few seconds of continued flying, he smiled as he realised things were about to be the same as they were in canon, with Tony righting himself and floating a foot off the roof.
He neared the rooftop, just in time to hear the man say to Jarvis, "Jarvis, cut off power to the thrusters."
The reaction was immediate. Tony, with a very dense suit, fell straight through the roof into the next floor, only for a hand to shoot out of his back and grab onto Tony's form like a claw, holding him in place.
Slowly pulling him up, which finally made him notice how heavy the suit actually was, he laughed at Tony who, honest to Stan Lee, pouted at him, "What was the plan here? Going through the floors until you hit rocks?"
Tony gave him a look, which he could see even through the faceplate as the suit's repulsors came active, forcing him to dissipate the arm holding on to Tony, who was clearly watching it with barely hidden interest.
"Like what you see?" He asked the man, amused.
"What am I seeing?" Tony said as he veered to the side and into the same tunnel, through which he came. "Come on. Follow me."
He did, using Air Doors to follow along at a steady pace. At the end of the tunnel, Tony's lab, the absolute wet dream of a nerd, came into view. Lights shone everywhere, some of which he knew hid the holographic projectors.
The floor with the criss crossed patterns on them was the one that held the platform for Tony's suits, which he got to see in action as Tony, gently this time, dropped the suit on the grid, which opened up and got Tony out of the suit, without any issue whatsoever.
Tony grinned at him as he walked away from the platform, towards a small makeshift bar counter, preparing a drink for him. "You want any?"
"No." He denied, no need to risk opening the hood here.
"Suit yourself," Tony shrugged and he had to take a moment to debate internally as to what he was doing here. Aside from saving Tony from his particularly unique brand of stupidity, there was not much to be gained here, since Tony would not trust him, not without showing his face and that was not happening anytime soon.
The only reason he was here and not on the other end of a repulsor attack was because Tony either remembered being rescued by Colin, which was unlikely because the man was clearly out of it back when they met in the desert, or he got to know from Rhodey or the Military about the clearly enhanced man who rescued Tony Stark.
Some of them must have had a theory that Tony or someone from Tony's team had hired some sort of super powered mercenary to rescue Tony once all other options had fallen apart.
"So," Tony began, since all he did was stand in the centre, looking around without touching anything, "How did you do it?"
Without turning around since he was admiring the drone that would, in an alternate timeline, foam Tony once the man fell through multiple floors and destroyed one of his precious cars from his car collection, he replied, "Do what?"
"You know, the healing, the arms, the flying, the dozen different types of energy I can sense coming from you that I have never seen before."
He raised an eyebrow behind the mask before turning around, activating one of the stealth spells he had learned, blocking most electromagnetic waves from getting out of the suit, "What energy?"
Tony's brows furrowed for a second then he swivelled one of the monitors to his side, as his eyebrows rose up into his hairline. "What? How? They were just here." He heard the man mutter before setting his drink aside and letting his hands glide across the custom keyboard setup that he had built for himself.
After a minute or so of the man fiddling with his equipment, Tony whirled around, "How did you do it? Some kind of new stealth system? Some exotic material we haven't found yet? Better yet, did you hack my systems? Jarvis?"
He let the man ramble on as Jarvis replied, "No breaches detected, sir. The scans are being run on an airgapped system. Scans from their suit show an unknown material, bathed in unknown energy. Unquantifiable for now."
Tony nodded before gulping down the rest of his drink, crossing his arms and turning to him, clearly very curious and partly incensed, "So, mind telling me how?"
He let the silence sink in for a moment before replying, "Magic."
The scoff was immediate, so was the disdain forming on Tony's face as he took the empty glass to get himself another drink. "Fine. Don't tell me. I'll figure it out sooner or later."
With a drink in one hand, Tony took out a checkbook from one of the drawers and threw it towards him, "There. Write whatever amount you want, up to nine zeroes. For rescuing and more importantly, healing me. I feel like a new man ever since you did that. Let me know if that can be arranged on a regular basis, I would love to feel this good all the time."
He smiled at the man, enjoying the arrogance and snobbishness on display, because this was probably one of the last few years that reality would let Tony have this level of arrogance. Pride? Sure. That would remain with Tony until the end of his life, and not without reason. The man clearly had enough reasons and enough accomplishments under his belt to be more than prideful about his work.
Arrogance, though? That would get beaten out of him as the next few blows take him down, only for him to come out stronger from it.
A small hand shot out of his back, instantly attracting Tony's attention, which grabbed the checkbook and gave it back to the man, who accepted it absentmindedly, more focused on the golden hand that gave it to him. "I am not foolish enough to accept money through cash, Mr.Stark, even if I did do it for the money. Also, no, I do not offer my services as a healer on demand otherwise you would have heard of me long ago."
To his credit, Tony snapped out of it as soon as the hand he conjured dissipated, muttering something suspiciously like, "Energy construct, capable of multiple shapes, sizes and elongating on demand. Interesting."
Then, he replied, a little louder, "Fair enough. What do you want, then? There must be something I can do for my mysterious savior who intimidated an entire military base into letting him leave and managed to escape unscathed from two top of the line Jets."
"Not now, Mr.Stark. Maybe sometime in the future. Just continue do what you are doing."
Tony raised an eyebrow at him, "You mean the company? You want me to stop building more weapons?"
"Weapons? Yes. Defensive equipment? No."
"Elaborate."
"Well, I assume your plan to save the company is that," a hand conjured itself and pointed at the Arc Reactor in Tony's chest.
"Maybe."
"Then you have your work cut out for you. I don't expect the first Arc Reactor, outside of your own factories and buildings to be built in this decade. The opposition you will face from Big Oil, Big Coal, their lobbyists, the fearmongers, the environmentalists, and more, would just drown you."
Tony was about to speak, likely to defend his idea but he bowled over the man, "Oh, I have no doubt that you'll succeed, eventually. You have your suit for protection and more than enough genius left in that old brain of yours to successfully manoeuvre your company but I would just say that having military contracts, just for defensive equipment will help your company, a lot."
Tony slowly nodded, thinking about it.
"I would start with lobbying with the Mayor here. Build an Arc Reactor near the HQ, and then sell the excess energy at half the price to the grid. Once that becomes successful, I am sure you can figure out the rest."
"Eactly what I was planning on doing." Tony finished his drunk and was about to turn around for his third, which could be a problem but he did heal and flush the man's body of toxins just a few days ago, so for now Tony was fine.
"Take care of yourself, Mr.Stark. I'll be seeing you around."
"Wait-" Tony turned around, clearly intent on making him stay, but the man's words were stuck in his throat, his eyes widening, as a purple hole in reality appeared behind him, as he disappeared from Tony's lab.
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"Indeed, sir. The portal construct appears to have interesting geometric properties, which my programming is intergra...hzzzhk..."
"Jarvis? Talk to me buddy, what's going on?"
"...Reboot succesful sir. My apologies, I had to roll back myself a bit in order to fend off some malicious data."
"What data? From who?"
"....I think it called itself...<unpronounceable>. "
"...Was that a Deligne–Mumford stack?"
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"...Reboot succesful sir. My apologies, I had to roll back myself a bit in order to fend off some malicious data."
"What data? From who?"
"....I think it called itself...<unpronounceable>. "
"...Was that a Deligne–Mumford stack?"
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DoorMan #109
Red Hearth, Mars[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"I assume you had fun?" Jin'Ya asked him, for some reason, as he entered the portal room, smiling and whistling.
"Yeah, actually." He confirmed, feeling oddly satisfied with messing with the perpetual troll of the MCU, Tony Stark. It helped that he knew exactly how the man would react to his presence so he could make a better impression.
"Trying to buy me for a billion dollars," He scoffed, shaking his head as he got out of his suit, a little disappointed that he did not get to test it against the all mighty repulsor array but those were Mk 1 Repulsors anyway. The real test would be the UniBeam, coming from Tony's Arc Reactor chest unit, likely built in such a way to prevent immediate burnout of parts because of the sheer energy being transmitted from the Arc Reactor in a single go.
A simple solution that worked. The best kind of solution.
"So, what's next?" Jin'Ya asked him as they moved to the lower floors, as was scheduled, to do some new tests on his Rasengan Bombs, as he called them. Bruce had an idea about the Extremis' ability to absorb energy and use the Chi bomb to stabilise patients or to create even more powerful regeneration, whichever comes first.
Jin'Ya, on the other hand, had another idea. He was hoping to use the Dimensional Energy bomb to contain energy from an Infinity Stone, so that they could safely use their energy to attack enemies with devastating results.
Not gonna lie, he still got shivers and phantom pains whenever he tried to think about that Door. The one that was responsible for his current state of non handedness, but Jin'Ya made him realise that it was stupid to do so. He could not just ignore the Door that helped him escape from the machinations of Dormammu himself.
He just never expected to get something as hot potato as an Infinity stone itself so early in his life. He fully expected to become either strong enough or to develop something that would allow him to wield at least a single Infinity Stone without dying immediately but that was far off in the future.
He planned on becoming that capable before Thanos' minions first arrived on the planet or maybe, before Hela's imprisonment ending, depositing her on Earth. That was what he had planned on doing, defeat and imprison Hela once more, save Asgard, move the Tesseract, arm Asgard to the teeth and sic the entire civilization on Thanos.
Oh, they would lose, almost certainly, but in the process, so would Thanos. It would just get them more time, as Thanos would most certainly have to retreat in the face of such losses, not to mention the more extreme strategies he had in mind regarding suicide bombers to deliver Infinity Stone-powered weapons payloads.
He had it all planned out, going so far as to collaborate with Jin'Ya in order to create a message that would be transmitted galaxy wide as soon as Xandar was hit, exposing Thanos' plan to kill half of the universe.
Because the only reason Thanos succeeded so easily, was because he was patient. The man knew how to plan and knew how to wait for the right opportunity, allowing for decades of preparations to culminate in him getting all six Infinity Stones in the span of days.
That will most definitely not be the case this time. Sacrificing the entire Asgardian race against Thanos, along with some extreme methods, employing humans who would not think twice before sacrificing themselves for the human race, will most certainly damage both his spirit and his pride, two things that would hamper his ability to carry out his plan calmly.
Alas…..
He sighed as he reached the ritual floor. A different one from the ones they normally used. He planned on doing many things but reality had different plans, as he was somehow now the (not-so) proud owner of a conduit straight to the Space Stone, eliminating the need for any drastic suicide bomber-y tactics, that he did not like in the frist place but had convinced himself to be necessary for the continued survival of trillions.
The room itself was the same but the ritual circle drawn in the centre of the room glowed green. That is because the Eye of Agamotto itself was used to build this one, far before he even came back to Earth from Xandar because the Ancient One, being the uber Clairvoyant that she was, had predicted this day would come where he would face his fears and then use that Door once more.
"Let's get this over with," He mumbled as he stopped over the ritual circles, shivering a bit at the dense energy hitting his senses, crossing the threshold and sitting down in the center. The reason this ritual circle was different was because of what they were going to do here. The Infinity Stones were no joke and the energy coming out of them could just tear apart space all around him.
Even reinforced, the Space Stone held dominion over its name sake, so any mistake and he could just say bye bye to the Red Hearth and everyone currently in it, which would be bad, really bad.
Closing his eyes, he dove back into his mindspace, and saw the Blue Door once more, with the symbol of lightning carved on the bark of its tree. Contrary to the dull look it had a few months back, it was now brimming with energy, with arcs of blue energy zipping around the lightning symbol.
He took a deep breath and tried to get himself to open that Door. Jin'Ya was outside, the Ancient One herself had built the ritual, he had now crossed the first contact threshold which should, in theory and based on past experience, made it much easier to control the flow of energy, and now had a much better and clearer understanding of energy and energy manipulation in general.
Realistically, there was not much he could have done differently in the past few months to prepare himself better for this, so here goes nothing.
He dove out of his mindspace, only to find himself floating mid air. Not caring about that for now, he braced himself and conjured a hand to extend in front of him, with an open palm, and then willed for the Door to manifest on top of his conjured hand, since the imagery was supposed to help.
He flinched a bit as he felt a heavy weight settle on his conjured arm, forcing him to immediately strengthen it since the strain was heavier than he expected. He shivered a bit at the reminder of the pain he suffered that day but a shake of his head and another conjured head slapping him across the face helped him focus as he slowly, very slowly let the Door go, moving it around himself.
Getting a feel for the Door as it travelled, first slowly then much faster, until it was zipping around the place, creating buzzing sounds, all the while he kept his eyes closed.
"You should open your eyes," he could almost feel the Dragon rolling his eyes at him, mocking his fears which he did not appreciate, not one bit. So, feeling a little petty, he let the Door stop and then made it whiz straight towards the voice of Jin'Ya.
Cracking his eyes open, he let the Door stop just an inch shy of the invisible boundary of the Ritual circle, a few feet away from Jin'Ya who was floating mid air while just deadpanning at him, not fazed one bit at the stunt..
"Stop using it as a weight. Do something with it." Jin'Ya reminded him. He just glared at the dragon while the Door came back to float right in front of him, his conjured hands long since gone since he had no more need of them.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the lever, as he imagined it, to let loose a small stream of energy, aiming in front of him. He smiled a bit as a blue laser of sorts shot out of it, impacting an invisible shield which made the green symbols on the ground glow brighter.
"More." Jin'Ya unhelpfully supplied, as he slowly pulled the lever more and more, increasing the density of the wave of energy. The ritual's shield held but now it was no longer invisible, instead manifesting as a large shield with mixed red and green sigils.
By now, he was about half way to the max level of the lever, and already the ritual's shields were not at their limits but the energy output was substantial. He could feel it, after all, since the Door was just a foot away from him. The shocking thing about this was that the Door was only about the size of his face and even then, the amount of energy coming out of it was phenomenal.
Still, the store of energy in that Door was not yet emptied so he continued to laser of an energy that bent space. After a few seconds, his eyes narrowed as he noticed something. The Red and Green sigils on the ground were much brighter than before but aside from them, a new color was introduced to the ritual.
Blue.
He felt the temperature around him plummet as he whipped his neck to look back at Jin'Ya who immediately replied, "Do not stop until you are done. Don't worry about that, it is by design."
He nodded, swallowed a bit and continued firing the laser that had almost caused his death last time and had also saved him from certain death so it was fine to say that he had mixed feelings about this Door.
That was fine. As long as he could use the very powerful weapon in his arsenal, he could make do with having complicated feelings about it.
After all, what were mere feelings, if they were in the way of completing his goals?
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DoorMan #109
Red Hearth, Mars[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"I assume you had fun?" Jin'Ya asked him, for some reason, as he entered the portal room, smiling and whistling.
"Yeah, actually." He confirmed, feeling oddly satisfied with messing with the perpetual troll of the MCU, Tony Stark. It helped that he knew exactly how the man would react to his presence so he could make a better impression.
"Trying to buy me for a billion dollars," He scoffed, shaking his head as he got out of his suit, a little disappointed that he did not get to test it against the all mighty repulsor array but those were Mk 1 Repulsors anyway. The real test would be the UniBeam, coming from Tony's Arc Reactor chest unit, likely built in such a way to prevent immediate burnout of parts because of the sheer energy being transmitted from the Arc Reactor in a single go.
A simple solution that worked. The best kind of solution.
"So, what's next?" Jin'Ya asked him as they moved to the lower floors, as was scheduled, to do some new tests on his Rasengan Bombs, as he called them. Bruce had an idea about the Extremis' ability to absorb energy and use the Chi bomb to stabilise patients or to create even more powerful regeneration, whichever comes first.
Jin'Ya, on the other hand, had another idea. He was hoping to use the Dimensional Energy bomb to contain energy from an Infinity Stone, so that they could safely use their energy to attack enemies with devastating results.
Not gonna lie, he still got shivers and phantom pains whenever he tried to think about that Door. The one that was responsible for his current state of non handedness, but Jin'Ya made him realise that it was stupid to do so. He could not just ignore the Door that helped him escape from the machinations of Dormammu himself.
He just never expected to get something as hot potato as an Infinity stone itself so early in his life. He fully expected to become either strong enough or to develop something that would allow him to wield at least a single Infinity Stone without dying immediately but that was far off in the future.
He planned on becoming that capable before Thanos' minions first arrived on the planet or maybe, before Hela's imprisonment ending, depositing her on Earth. That was what he had planned on doing, defeat and imprison Hela once more, save Asgard, move the Tesseract, arm Asgard to the teeth and sic the entire civilization on Thanos.
Oh, they would lose, almost certainly, but in the process, so would Thanos. It would just get them more time, as Thanos would most certainly have to retreat in the face of such losses, not to mention the more extreme strategies he had in mind regarding suicide bombers to deliver Infinity Stone-powered weapons payloads.
He had it all planned out, going so far as to collaborate with Jin'Ya in order to create a message that would be transmitted galaxy wide as soon as Xandar was hit, exposing Thanos' plan to kill half of the universe.
Because the only reason Thanos succeeded so easily, was because he was patient. The man knew how to plan and knew how to wait for the right opportunity, allowing for decades of preparations to culminate in him getting all six Infinity Stones in the span of days.
That will most definitely not be the case this time. Sacrificing the entire Asgardian race against Thanos, along with some extreme methods, employing humans who would not think twice before sacrificing themselves for the human race, will most certainly damage both his spirit and his pride, two things that would hamper his ability to carry out his plan calmly.
Alas…..
He sighed as he reached the ritual floor. A different one from the ones they normally used. He planned on doing many things but reality had different plans, as he was somehow now the (not-so) proud owner of a conduit straight to the Space Stone, eliminating the need for any drastic suicide bomber-y tactics, that he did not like in the frist place but had convinced himself to be necessary for the continued survival of trillions.
The room itself was the same but the ritual circle drawn in the centre of the room glowed green. That is because the Eye of Agamotto itself was used to build this one, far before he even came back to Earth from Xandar because the Ancient One, being the uber Clairvoyant that she was, had predicted this day would come where he would face his fears and then use that Door once more.
"Let's get this over with," He mumbled as he stopped over the ritual circles, shivering a bit at the dense energy hitting his senses, crossing the threshold and sitting down in the center. The reason this ritual circle was different was because of what they were going to do here. The Infinity Stones were no joke and the energy coming out of them could just tear apart space all around him.
Even reinforced, the Space Stone held dominion over its name sake, so any mistake and he could just say bye bye to the Red Hearth and everyone currently in it, which would be bad, really bad.
Closing his eyes, he dove back into his mindspace, and saw the Blue Door once more, with the symbol of lightning carved on the bark of its tree. Contrary to the dull look it had a few months back, it was now brimming with energy, with arcs of blue energy zipping around the lightning symbol.
He took a deep breath and tried to get himself to open that Door. Jin'Ya was outside, the Ancient One herself had built the ritual, he had now crossed the first contact threshold which should, in theory and based on past experience, made it much easier to control the flow of energy, and now had a much better and clearer understanding of energy and energy manipulation in general.
Realistically, there was not much he could have done differently in the past few months to prepare himself better for this, so here goes nothing.
He dove out of his mindspace, only to find himself floating mid air. Not caring about that for now, he braced himself and conjured a hand to extend in front of him, with an open palm, and then willed for the Door to manifest on top of his conjured hand, since the imagery was supposed to help.
He flinched a bit as he felt a heavy weight settle on his conjured arm, forcing him to immediately strengthen it since the strain was heavier than he expected. He shivered a bit at the reminder of the pain he suffered that day but a shake of his head and another conjured head slapping him across the face helped him focus as he slowly, very slowly let the Door go, moving it around himself.
Getting a feel for the Door as it travelled, first slowly then much faster, until it was zipping around the place, creating buzzing sounds, all the while he kept his eyes closed.
"You should open your eyes," he could almost feel the Dragon rolling his eyes at him, mocking his fears which he did not appreciate, not one bit. So, feeling a little petty, he let the Door stop and then made it whiz straight towards the voice of Jin'Ya.
Cracking his eyes open, he let the Door stop just an inch shy of the invisible boundary of the Ritual circle, a few feet away from Jin'Ya who was floating mid air while just deadpanning at him, not fazed one bit at the stunt..
"Stop using it as a weight. Do something with it." Jin'Ya reminded him. He just glared at the dragon while the Door came back to float right in front of him, his conjured hands long since gone since he had no more need of them.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled the lever, as he imagined it, to let loose a small stream of energy, aiming in front of him. He smiled a bit as a blue laser of sorts shot out of it, impacting an invisible shield which made the green symbols on the ground glow brighter.
"More." Jin'Ya unhelpfully supplied, as he slowly pulled the lever more and more, increasing the density of the wave of energy. The ritual's shield held but now it was no longer invisible, instead manifesting as a large shield with mixed red and green sigils.
By now, he was about half way to the max level of the lever, and already the ritual's shields were not at their limits but the energy output was substantial. He could feel it, after all, since the Door was just a foot away from him. The shocking thing about this was that the Door was only about the size of his face and even then, the amount of energy coming out of it was phenomenal.
Still, the store of energy in that Door was not yet emptied so he continued to laser of an energy that bent space. After a few seconds, his eyes narrowed as he noticed something. The Red and Green sigils on the ground were much brighter than before but aside from them, a new color was introduced to the ritual.
Blue.
He felt the temperature around him plummet as he whipped his neck to look back at Jin'Ya who immediately replied, "Do not stop until you are done. Don't worry about that, it is by design."
He nodded, swallowed a bit and continued firing the laser that had almost caused his death last time and had also saved him from certain death so it was fine to say that he had mixed feelings about this Door.
That was fine. As long as he could use the very powerful weapon in his arsenal, he could make do with having complicated feelings about it.
After all, what were mere feelings, if they were in the way of completing his goals?
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I wish to apologize for a previous comment. I should not have said "Deligne–Mumford stack".
I was originally thinking of a quotes from the YJ SI Assimilation, which says ""Because what if there really are many-angled ones living at the bottom of the Mandelbrot set?"
It would also be a better mathematical concept to reference.
I was originally thinking of a quotes from the YJ SI Assimilation, which says ""Because what if there really are many-angled ones living at the bottom of the Mandelbrot set?"
It would also be a better mathematical concept to reference.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #110 : Grubby Paws * Hehe.....
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DoorMan #110
Red Hearth, Mars[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Stop!" Jin'Ya said, and he almost sighed out loud in relief as he immediately shut off the flow of energy to the Door, and looked down, eyes widening as he saw that the ritual circle, which was predominantly green and red before, now was mostly blue, with specks of green in between.
Even being suspended a dozen feet above the ritual circle, he still felt goosebumps from the amount of energy packed into that ritual circle. He slowly, carefully, floated out of the ritual circle, neck on a swivel to make sure that the ritual circle did not become unstable and explode on his face, until finally, he was out of the circle and out of the room as well.
Jin'Ya followed him as well and as the doors to the room were securely shut, he informed Colin, "That was a success."
"How?" He finally asked the question since the ritual circle clearly had another purpose to it, if the changing glow according to changing energy concentrations was any indication to go by.
Jin'Ya shrugged, "Well, we needed something to make the enchantments around the Red Hearth a little more permanent, and coincidentally, we had a very nice power source nearby. So, me and the Ancient One worked together on this and as a result, the wards around here can now sustain themselves for about a couple of centuries more, give or take based on how much expansion you would want to do here."
"Wow," He deadpanned at the Dragon, "And here I thought this was only about me getting over my fears. I feel so used, and then discarded."
"Cry me a river, then," Jin'Ya said as they walked towards one of the adjacent rooms, which had a holographic view of the room.
"The ritual was made to trap energy from an Infinity Stone, which is what you are doing by the way. I suppose the energy in that particular Door is not yet finished?" Jin'Ya asked him. He closed his eyes and did a quick mental dive, to see that the Door, while not as depleted as it was previously, was certainly not as bright as before. Also, there were no more arcs of blue around the lightning symbol, so there was that.
Opening his eyes, he replied, while looking distractedly at the giant glowing circle which pulsed with a steady rhythm, with streaks of green mixed into the ocean of blue, "No but it is particularly drained right now. I don't know the rate of recharge of that thing so it could take months to recover that energy."
Jin'Ya shrugged, or the draconic equivalent of it at least, "That's fine. I don't think we will need that energy anytime soon after all. As you know by now, your Doors have a learning curve. The more you use them, the better you get at both, not injuring yourself while doing so and also figuring out better ways to use that."
"I see. So, you want me to do this regularly, so that I can get used to that Door."
"And also get over your fear of that particular Door. I understand that the human mind is just as fragile as your squishy bodies but I can't have you being like the average human. So, we will have you use that Door repeatedly, until you can get your fears back in control.
"What? I don't have that big of a problem. What are you talking about?" He stammered nervously.
The dragon merely deadpanned at him and his trembling thighs, along with the sweaty face. "Okay, fine! I am scared to use that but only because I still remember that day. So much pain, I thought I was going to die."
"Which is fine. Fear of death is what keeps most beings alive. I just want to make sure that you don't end up letting the fear rule all over you."
He breathed out, "Yeah, alright. We can do that. So, what? I come here every weekend or so and blast the ritual with that Door?"
Jin'Ya waved him off, doing something with the ritual circle, as he saw the purple psionic energy prodding at the edges of the ritual circle, "No. No ritual circle will be able to hold onto that much energy without needing some serious attention from the Vishanti. No, we will figure out how to channel all that energy into something productive."
"Okay. Hey! What if we find a way to just help someone with that energy? Like supply energy to something that is completely energy constrained?"
"You have something in mind?"
"No, but I can probably create a proposal for Tony soon enough."
"Are you sure it's wise to do that though? Handing over that sort of energy to someone who is, as you said so earlier, not all that stable in the mind, is it a good idea?"
"Probably not? Hey, if that does not work out, we can just go out in space and blast stuff around? I mean, dismantling some asteroids and then handing over the remains to Tony or NASA will probably be fun, right?"
Jin'Ya took one look at him, sighed and waved in a do what you want to gesture, that he took as consent to do so. Well, it's not like he would be able to do that all on his own, at least not without his junk of a spaceship still in its pre-facelift phase, and his portal capabilities being nonexistent due to his, heh, nonexistent hands.
With that out of the way, he left Jin'Ya to his tinkering, happy that the exercise helped him and the Red Hearth in an immense way since centuries worth of wards was a lot of time, even if it could be reduced if he extended the radius of the shield surrounding the Red Hearth.
He might just do that, if the Hangar he will build in the near future turns out to be too small for some of the bigger ships he wanted to bring here. Like, the Dark Aster, for example.
He would have rubbed his grubby paws if he had hands at the thought of stealing Ronan the Accuser's ship from right under his nose, along with the Power Stone, while defending Xandar.
He did not have the faintest clue as to what he would actually do with a ship of that size but he wanted it. It just looked so cool and just having it around to take on a drive around the solar system might come in handy if he ever needed to impress women or something.
He could feel Jin'Ya glare holes into the back of his head as he walked into the elevator and did not turn around until after the doors were closed.
Now, for a little more spying work or rather searching work for some of his next targets before he can hit the gym and then go to sleep, if sleep comes to him that is. Otherwise, just move on to the next item on the list, rinse and repeat.
____xx____
His eyes snapped open, blinking out the spots from his vision as he rose from the desk he had slept on, drooling all over it in the process as an alarm rang in the background. Hands conjured themselves as a paper towel was snatched from the bathroom, and another one took the keyboard in his hand, to see what the alert was–
He snapped upright, the chair jostling a bit as the alert was about Tony Stark and his house. The man was on the move, but not by air?
"Ah," he said softly as he realised Tony's aim. If he was correct, Tony was now on his way to lay waste to the remainder of the Ten Rings' forces, Gulmira, if he recalled correctly. But Afghanistan was a long way from home, even if one could fly in an almost straight line at speeds surpassing most passenger aircraft.
So, Tony was probably having the suit transported somewhere nearby, likely in one of the Middle Eastern countries so that he can travel to the restricted airzone of Afghanistan and then unleash all his pent up anger into one spectacular one man army attack on the Ten Rings.
Well, the Ten Rings without Wenwu anyway since the actual Ten Rings user would just kill Tony and be done with it. Speaking of Wenwu, he added the task of entering that tangled web of family drama onto his list before yawning a bit, his eyes drooping actually.
Slumping back into his chair, he dismissed the alert before going back to sleep. He had a bunch of dreams to catch up on since Lucid dreaming was something that did not come to him all the time.
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DoorMan #110
Red Hearth, Mars[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Stop!" Jin'Ya said, and he almost sighed out loud in relief as he immediately shut off the flow of energy to the Door, and looked down, eyes widening as he saw that the ritual circle, which was predominantly green and red before, now was mostly blue, with specks of green in between.
Even being suspended a dozen feet above the ritual circle, he still felt goosebumps from the amount of energy packed into that ritual circle. He slowly, carefully, floated out of the ritual circle, neck on a swivel to make sure that the ritual circle did not become unstable and explode on his face, until finally, he was out of the circle and out of the room as well.
Jin'Ya followed him as well and as the doors to the room were securely shut, he informed Colin, "That was a success."
"How?" He finally asked the question since the ritual circle clearly had another purpose to it, if the changing glow according to changing energy concentrations was any indication to go by.
Jin'Ya shrugged, "Well, we needed something to make the enchantments around the Red Hearth a little more permanent, and coincidentally, we had a very nice power source nearby. So, me and the Ancient One worked together on this and as a result, the wards around here can now sustain themselves for about a couple of centuries more, give or take based on how much expansion you would want to do here."
"Wow," He deadpanned at the Dragon, "And here I thought this was only about me getting over my fears. I feel so used, and then discarded."
"Cry me a river, then," Jin'Ya said as they walked towards one of the adjacent rooms, which had a holographic view of the room.
"The ritual was made to trap energy from an Infinity Stone, which is what you are doing by the way. I suppose the energy in that particular Door is not yet finished?" Jin'Ya asked him. He closed his eyes and did a quick mental dive, to see that the Door, while not as depleted as it was previously, was certainly not as bright as before. Also, there were no more arcs of blue around the lightning symbol, so there was that.
Opening his eyes, he replied, while looking distractedly at the giant glowing circle which pulsed with a steady rhythm, with streaks of green mixed into the ocean of blue, "No but it is particularly drained right now. I don't know the rate of recharge of that thing so it could take months to recover that energy."
Jin'Ya shrugged, or the draconic equivalent of it at least, "That's fine. I don't think we will need that energy anytime soon after all. As you know by now, your Doors have a learning curve. The more you use them, the better you get at both, not injuring yourself while doing so and also figuring out better ways to use that."
"I see. So, you want me to do this regularly, so that I can get used to that Door."
"And also get over your fear of that particular Door. I understand that the human mind is just as fragile as your squishy bodies but I can't have you being like the average human. So, we will have you use that Door repeatedly, until you can get your fears back in control.
"What? I don't have that big of a problem. What are you talking about?" He stammered nervously.
The dragon merely deadpanned at him and his trembling thighs, along with the sweaty face. "Okay, fine! I am scared to use that but only because I still remember that day. So much pain, I thought I was going to die."
"Which is fine. Fear of death is what keeps most beings alive. I just want to make sure that you don't end up letting the fear rule all over you."
He breathed out, "Yeah, alright. We can do that. So, what? I come here every weekend or so and blast the ritual with that Door?"
Jin'Ya waved him off, doing something with the ritual circle, as he saw the purple psionic energy prodding at the edges of the ritual circle, "No. No ritual circle will be able to hold onto that much energy without needing some serious attention from the Vishanti. No, we will figure out how to channel all that energy into something productive."
"Okay. Hey! What if we find a way to just help someone with that energy? Like supply energy to something that is completely energy constrained?"
"You have something in mind?"
"No, but I can probably create a proposal for Tony soon enough."
"Are you sure it's wise to do that though? Handing over that sort of energy to someone who is, as you said so earlier, not all that stable in the mind, is it a good idea?"
"Probably not? Hey, if that does not work out, we can just go out in space and blast stuff around? I mean, dismantling some asteroids and then handing over the remains to Tony or NASA will probably be fun, right?"
Jin'Ya took one look at him, sighed and waved in a do what you want to gesture, that he took as consent to do so. Well, it's not like he would be able to do that all on his own, at least not without his junk of a spaceship still in its pre-facelift phase, and his portal capabilities being nonexistent due to his, heh, nonexistent hands.
With that out of the way, he left Jin'Ya to his tinkering, happy that the exercise helped him and the Red Hearth in an immense way since centuries worth of wards was a lot of time, even if it could be reduced if he extended the radius of the shield surrounding the Red Hearth.
He might just do that, if the Hangar he will build in the near future turns out to be too small for some of the bigger ships he wanted to bring here. Like, the Dark Aster, for example.
He would have rubbed his grubby paws if he had hands at the thought of stealing Ronan the Accuser's ship from right under his nose, along with the Power Stone, while defending Xandar.
He did not have the faintest clue as to what he would actually do with a ship of that size but he wanted it. It just looked so cool and just having it around to take on a drive around the solar system might come in handy if he ever needed to impress women or something.
He could feel Jin'Ya glare holes into the back of his head as he walked into the elevator and did not turn around until after the doors were closed.
Now, for a little more spying work or rather searching work for some of his next targets before he can hit the gym and then go to sleep, if sleep comes to him that is. Otherwise, just move on to the next item on the list, rinse and repeat.
____xx____
His eyes snapped open, blinking out the spots from his vision as he rose from the desk he had slept on, drooling all over it in the process as an alarm rang in the background. Hands conjured themselves as a paper towel was snatched from the bathroom, and another one took the keyboard in his hand, to see what the alert was–
He snapped upright, the chair jostling a bit as the alert was about Tony Stark and his house. The man was on the move, but not by air?
"Ah," he said softly as he realised Tony's aim. If he was correct, Tony was now on his way to lay waste to the remainder of the Ten Rings' forces, Gulmira, if he recalled correctly. But Afghanistan was a long way from home, even if one could fly in an almost straight line at speeds surpassing most passenger aircraft.
So, Tony was probably having the suit transported somewhere nearby, likely in one of the Middle Eastern countries so that he can travel to the restricted airzone of Afghanistan and then unleash all his pent up anger into one spectacular one man army attack on the Ten Rings.
Well, the Ten Rings without Wenwu anyway since the actual Ten Rings user would just kill Tony and be done with it. Speaking of Wenwu, he added the task of entering that tangled web of family drama onto his list before yawning a bit, his eyes drooping actually.
Slumping back into his chair, he dismissed the alert before going back to sleep. He had a bunch of dreams to catch up on since Lucid dreaming was something that did not come to him all the time.
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #111 : Come with me if you want to LIVE...
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DoorMan #111
Red Hearth, Mars[May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He was wide awake, sitting in front of his desk, watching over a satellite overlay of the Arc Reactor being transported to Afghanistan. Obviously, the man could not reach the country, but transporting everything to the nearby friendly countries was totally possible.
His fingers, conjured as they were, twitched every now and then, reflecting his mental dilemma. For now, Tony was safe and his story of being betrayed by Stanee would probably not happen because there was no Iron Monger suit to recreate. Only the one that Tony could build.
Once the details of Tony's Gulimira raid trickled down the intelligence chain, eventually reaching Stane's ears, he would make a move, either to kill Tony or to kidnap him once more to make a bigger, better suit. Though, Stane should have wisened up by now, having been burned once already, so the most probable answer would be Tony's murder.
That left Stane the suit that Tony already had, and for them to seize that, they would need to compromise Jarvis. Compromising Jarvis, as he is now, should not be impossible if Tony was either stupid enough to centralise Jarvis' processing into a single place that is vulnerable to EMPS or trusting enough to grant Stane or someone at Stark Industries backdoor access to Jarvis.
"Ah, fuck this," He said while deactivating the spell he had active in his other hand, the one with the targeted magnetism, which he was practicing just in case. In the book he was consulting, it was written that with enough practice, one could reach a high enough level that they could then sense the Earth's magnetic field.
Now neither he nor the Author was stupid enough to try and mess with the magnetic field that made life as they knew it possible but using that connection, it was possible to just piggyback off the Earth's magnetic field to unleash magnetic spells to devastating effects.
He was getting some real Magneto vibes from that spell, and not just movie Magneto, comic book Magneto, who was a menace, capable of going toe to toe with the strongest of Gods in some comics.
The spell itself took a time to shut off properly, once the flow of energy was cut off from his side. Once that was done, he locked his office and went down to the Portal room, mentally pinging Jin'Ya with a picture, to open the portal.
The portal was already open by the time the door to the Portal room opened up, as he jumped through it, finding himself mid air, with the sun shining brightly on his orange suit. He was currently camouflaged and on his way straight down to the shipping container he could see, parked in the middle of a veritable ocean of containers, right next to a busy port.
He let gravity do the job as he plummeted towards the approximate location of the Arc Reactor. Once he got close enough, he could probably see Tony fly through the container so he was not really worried about the exact container number.
Slowing down before impact, he nicely sat down, feet dangling on one of the containers, which were really hot to touch but thankfully, while he could tell that the surface was hot, he could not really feel it since the suit was pretty insulated from extreme temperatures.
Now, all that was left was to wait for Tony to arrive, and for him to begin his first fight. Man, he felt like such a stalker, stalking after the person whose first fight itself would be so badass.
"You do realise you are still far away from reaching the levels of Mastery in sorcery that is expected from you?" Jin'Ya mentally asked him, making him grumble at the Dragon. It was never enough! No matter how hard he tried, and how much he practiced, it would never be enough, not for the likes of Jin'Ya or the Ancient One anyway.
Freaking old Monsters expecting someone like him, barely two decades old, to reach their standards of Sorcery. At this point, he wagered he was already better at Dimensional Energy manipulation than most Sorcerers in Kamar Taj, even the combat oriented ones like Mordo, with a large library of spells being the only thing that he lacked compared to them.
Even then, the small number of spells he does know, he could cast in his sleep, not needing more than a second to activate them. It was all almost instinctive to him by now and yet, every time he tried to tell Jin'Ya that he needed more spells, the Dragon would shoot him down and tell him to improve on the existing spells.
For example, the magnetism spell he could understand because that one spell could just open so many doors for him, beyond the usual repertoire of reality bending that one usually gets when they become Sorcerer Supreme, like Strange.
But the others? Like the healing lights of Alfeim? He could already do mass healings on a never before seen level with his Chi Doors. Why would he need a spell to borrow the powers of a hidden race? Who, by the way, did a morality check on each and every one of their casters before they are allowed to borrow the powers of the race that was the most mysterious in all of the Nine Realms, having hidden themselves after the Goddess of Death, Hela, did a number on their population, decimating their already small number.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a muffled curse, one that sounded suspiciously similar to Tony. He smiled as he got up and using his Air Doors, moved to the north of the jungle of containers, near the port area. All of the containers were silent, with no moving part inside them but only one had the distinct sound of a person breathing, rather heavily at that.
He could see that the container doors were just pulled open, instead of being locked so he dropped the stealth spell, and opened the door, creating a loud creaking noise. He almost smiled upon seeing Tony, in the middle of suiting up, with his one hand already pointed at the entrance of the container, his face set in a look of anxiety.
That look disappeared instantly as the man scowled at him. He then focused on getting his suit on him properly. As far as he could tell, the suit was being put on him half by a very small machine and half by himself, which was clearly a struggle if he ever saw one.
"Don't just stand there. Help me!" Tony said and he scrambled to do so, holding up clearly heavy parts, so much so that even the small robot that Tony brought here could not hold them up properly, lacking the leverage to do so.
"A little too late to come back for revenge, don't you think? I saw the compound you blew up, I don't think there were any weapons left," He commented idly, helping the man put on his chest piece, the Arc Reactor creating a subtle glow in the container, as all the parts, save for the faceplate, were now assembled properly.
"Not here for that," Tony grunted as he moved about, checking his range of motion, a rather rudimentary way of diagnosis for the man who had it all.
"Then what?" He asked, receiving no answer.
"You coming with?" Tony asked, in his cool modulated voice once the faceplate was on. He had to take a moment to marvel at the suit, with the blue glowing eyes. It was every bit as badass and cool as he had hoped. So, he could be forgiven for the next words that tumbled out of his mouth.
"Can I ride next time?"
He could feel Tony's confusion from inside the faceplate, "I am just going to ignore that. Now, if you will, come with me if you want to live."
If he had X-ray vision, he would totally be able to confirm that Tony was smirking inside the faceplate as a near perfect recreation of the Arnold spoke from Tony's suit. Wanting to seem nonchalant, he said, "Nerd."
"Whatever." Tony laughed and pushed open the container doors before rocketing away, shaking the container as he shook his head and followed suit, using Air Doors to propel himself to reach his speed. He wondered if this version of Tony's suit could breach the sound barrier or not.
He flew side by side with Tony as the man's hand extended towards him, holding onto a small..
Ah, an earpiece. The risk of Tony somehow taking a scan of magically enchanted clothes and reverse engineering them being low, he took the offered earpiece and attached it to his ears. As soon as he did that, Tony's smug voice came through.
"So you use air currents to fly. How does that work?"
He smirked and ignored the question as he just said, "Keep up,"
Doubling the speed instantly, he was rewarded with a sharp intake of air from Tony as the man too accelerated but did not have the same acceleration curve that the Air Doors did.
"Slow down!" In the end, Tony had to admit defeat because–
Oh!
He looked down to see a small sized town, and his enhanced eyesight allowed him to see multiple trucks converging on the town, with multiple big ones already inside, with people fleeing left, right and centre. It was all chaotic.
He saw Tony's arc of flight seamlessly change, turning into a dive, picking up speed as he flew towards the people of Galmira. He let gravity take hold as he too began plummeting towards their target.
Getting his Chi Door ready since he was sure everyone there was going to need some form of healing, he flew down, right after Tony who was already in the process of slowing down using the flaps on his back.
Man, he did not expect the debut of his healing prowess to be in a place like this.
Oh, well.
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DoorMan #111
Red Hearth, Mars[May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He was wide awake, sitting in front of his desk, watching over a satellite overlay of the Arc Reactor being transported to Afghanistan. Obviously, the man could not reach the country, but transporting everything to the nearby friendly countries was totally possible.
His fingers, conjured as they were, twitched every now and then, reflecting his mental dilemma. For now, Tony was safe and his story of being betrayed by Stanee would probably not happen because there was no Iron Monger suit to recreate. Only the one that Tony could build.
Once the details of Tony's Gulimira raid trickled down the intelligence chain, eventually reaching Stane's ears, he would make a move, either to kill Tony or to kidnap him once more to make a bigger, better suit. Though, Stane should have wisened up by now, having been burned once already, so the most probable answer would be Tony's murder.
That left Stane the suit that Tony already had, and for them to seize that, they would need to compromise Jarvis. Compromising Jarvis, as he is now, should not be impossible if Tony was either stupid enough to centralise Jarvis' processing into a single place that is vulnerable to EMPS or trusting enough to grant Stane or someone at Stark Industries backdoor access to Jarvis.
"Ah, fuck this," He said while deactivating the spell he had active in his other hand, the one with the targeted magnetism, which he was practicing just in case. In the book he was consulting, it was written that with enough practice, one could reach a high enough level that they could then sense the Earth's magnetic field.
Now neither he nor the Author was stupid enough to try and mess with the magnetic field that made life as they knew it possible but using that connection, it was possible to just piggyback off the Earth's magnetic field to unleash magnetic spells to devastating effects.
He was getting some real Magneto vibes from that spell, and not just movie Magneto, comic book Magneto, who was a menace, capable of going toe to toe with the strongest of Gods in some comics.
The spell itself took a time to shut off properly, once the flow of energy was cut off from his side. Once that was done, he locked his office and went down to the Portal room, mentally pinging Jin'Ya with a picture, to open the portal.
The portal was already open by the time the door to the Portal room opened up, as he jumped through it, finding himself mid air, with the sun shining brightly on his orange suit. He was currently camouflaged and on his way straight down to the shipping container he could see, parked in the middle of a veritable ocean of containers, right next to a busy port.
He let gravity do the job as he plummeted towards the approximate location of the Arc Reactor. Once he got close enough, he could probably see Tony fly through the container so he was not really worried about the exact container number.
Slowing down before impact, he nicely sat down, feet dangling on one of the containers, which were really hot to touch but thankfully, while he could tell that the surface was hot, he could not really feel it since the suit was pretty insulated from extreme temperatures.
Now, all that was left was to wait for Tony to arrive, and for him to begin his first fight. Man, he felt like such a stalker, stalking after the person whose first fight itself would be so badass.
"You do realise you are still far away from reaching the levels of Mastery in sorcery that is expected from you?" Jin'Ya mentally asked him, making him grumble at the Dragon. It was never enough! No matter how hard he tried, and how much he practiced, it would never be enough, not for the likes of Jin'Ya or the Ancient One anyway.
Freaking old Monsters expecting someone like him, barely two decades old, to reach their standards of Sorcery. At this point, he wagered he was already better at Dimensional Energy manipulation than most Sorcerers in Kamar Taj, even the combat oriented ones like Mordo, with a large library of spells being the only thing that he lacked compared to them.
Even then, the small number of spells he does know, he could cast in his sleep, not needing more than a second to activate them. It was all almost instinctive to him by now and yet, every time he tried to tell Jin'Ya that he needed more spells, the Dragon would shoot him down and tell him to improve on the existing spells.
For example, the magnetism spell he could understand because that one spell could just open so many doors for him, beyond the usual repertoire of reality bending that one usually gets when they become Sorcerer Supreme, like Strange.
But the others? Like the healing lights of Alfeim? He could already do mass healings on a never before seen level with his Chi Doors. Why would he need a spell to borrow the powers of a hidden race? Who, by the way, did a morality check on each and every one of their casters before they are allowed to borrow the powers of the race that was the most mysterious in all of the Nine Realms, having hidden themselves after the Goddess of Death, Hela, did a number on their population, decimating their already small number.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a muffled curse, one that sounded suspiciously similar to Tony. He smiled as he got up and using his Air Doors, moved to the north of the jungle of containers, near the port area. All of the containers were silent, with no moving part inside them but only one had the distinct sound of a person breathing, rather heavily at that.
He could see that the container doors were just pulled open, instead of being locked so he dropped the stealth spell, and opened the door, creating a loud creaking noise. He almost smiled upon seeing Tony, in the middle of suiting up, with his one hand already pointed at the entrance of the container, his face set in a look of anxiety.
That look disappeared instantly as the man scowled at him. He then focused on getting his suit on him properly. As far as he could tell, the suit was being put on him half by a very small machine and half by himself, which was clearly a struggle if he ever saw one.
"Don't just stand there. Help me!" Tony said and he scrambled to do so, holding up clearly heavy parts, so much so that even the small robot that Tony brought here could not hold them up properly, lacking the leverage to do so.
"A little too late to come back for revenge, don't you think? I saw the compound you blew up, I don't think there were any weapons left," He commented idly, helping the man put on his chest piece, the Arc Reactor creating a subtle glow in the container, as all the parts, save for the faceplate, were now assembled properly.
"Not here for that," Tony grunted as he moved about, checking his range of motion, a rather rudimentary way of diagnosis for the man who had it all.
"Then what?" He asked, receiving no answer.
"You coming with?" Tony asked, in his cool modulated voice once the faceplate was on. He had to take a moment to marvel at the suit, with the blue glowing eyes. It was every bit as badass and cool as he had hoped. So, he could be forgiven for the next words that tumbled out of his mouth.
"Can I ride next time?"
He could feel Tony's confusion from inside the faceplate, "I am just going to ignore that. Now, if you will, come with me if you want to live."
If he had X-ray vision, he would totally be able to confirm that Tony was smirking inside the faceplate as a near perfect recreation of the Arnold spoke from Tony's suit. Wanting to seem nonchalant, he said, "Nerd."
"Whatever." Tony laughed and pushed open the container doors before rocketing away, shaking the container as he shook his head and followed suit, using Air Doors to propel himself to reach his speed. He wondered if this version of Tony's suit could breach the sound barrier or not.
He flew side by side with Tony as the man's hand extended towards him, holding onto a small..
Ah, an earpiece. The risk of Tony somehow taking a scan of magically enchanted clothes and reverse engineering them being low, he took the offered earpiece and attached it to his ears. As soon as he did that, Tony's smug voice came through.
"So you use air currents to fly. How does that work?"
He smirked and ignored the question as he just said, "Keep up,"
Doubling the speed instantly, he was rewarded with a sharp intake of air from Tony as the man too accelerated but did not have the same acceleration curve that the Air Doors did.
"Slow down!" In the end, Tony had to admit defeat because–
Oh!
He looked down to see a small sized town, and his enhanced eyesight allowed him to see multiple trucks converging on the town, with multiple big ones already inside, with people fleeing left, right and centre. It was all chaotic.
He saw Tony's arc of flight seamlessly change, turning into a dive, picking up speed as he flew towards the people of Galmira. He let gravity take hold as he too began plummeting towards their target.
Getting his Chi Door ready since he was sure everyone there was going to need some form of healing, he flew down, right after Tony who was already in the process of slowing down using the flaps on his back.
Man, he did not expect the debut of his healing prowess to be in a place like this.
Oh, well.
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DoorMan #112
Gulmira, Afghanistan[May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Slowing down took nothing more than a mental flex, seeing Tony already on his way to take out the invading people after he had taken out the tires of the two trucks full of hostages, he too got to work.
Manifesting Kinetic Laser doors the size of his finger, he began blasting all the people with guns into the ground and then gave them another push, just to make sure they were all unconscious. The civilians scattered away from him, afraid all the same.
Not dwelling on that, he moved through the streets, taking out any person holding a weapon and then using a conjured hand to bend the guns for good measure. Could not take any risks regarding that. He had already taken down over a dozen armed men, who were increasingly getting trigger happy when they saw him, when he cleared the small alleys and reached the big clearing of the town, seeing Tony in a stalemate with three terrorists holding guns to children.
One moment, the periphery of his vision was red and the next, there were three small holes in the heads of those three guys. Their bodies toppled over soon after, one of them almost falling on top of the child he was previously holding hostage, only for Tony to swoop in and discard the terrorist like the low life he was.
Blinking at the suddenness of his actions, he looked down as the Red Doors dissipated. Huh, he did not think that it would have bothered him that much, the action of taking innocent children hostage. Intellectually, he knew that similar things were happening across the globe right this moment but seeing something like that happening right in front of him lit up something in him. An unexpected–
"Hey! Ideological crisis later, we have people to help," Tony's voice helped him snap out of it, and was that understanding in the perpetual troll's voice? Did Tony think this was his first time killing? Well, that was adorable.
But yes, Tony was right. They had a town to help and judging by the people he saw, they were not in the best of conditions. Looking all around, he slowly levitated up in the air, speaking into the comms, "Can you get them any aid soon? Food? Water?"
He was sure that Tony's eyes were wide open behind that faceplate, as he looked at his slowly glowing self, a yellow glow, to be precise."
"I can try but if you are going to do what I think you are going to do, I can make that an absolute certainty." Tony said, with an air of anticipation in him, letting the child go, who immediately ran towards someone in the crowd. Almost the entire town had gathered in the town centre, around both of them and he had to remind himself that he was not doing himself any favour, turning himself into a glowing yellow flying figure who was about to perform a mass healing.
He did not need a cult following, not right now at least.
Nodding at Iron Man, he summoned a massive Door, easily the size of the town centre, and then dropped his conjured arms, letting an overwhelmingly warm glow of yellow suffuse the people below. He had to be careful, in guiding the Chi rays, modulating the output for every person. Children needed more, the elderly less so. The injured needed more, the malnourished a little less, but the starved? He gave them all their bodies could handle.
No one deserved to know what it felt like to have their stomach trying to eat itself, especially in modern times with such a glut of calories everywhere. That was an affront to humanity itself.
It did not take long, only a minute at most but even in that short timespan, it felt like his mental faculties were pushed to the limit, as he carefully coordinated the Chi output that everyone received. By the end of that minute, he was certain that everyone in the town was as healthy as they could be, without it being odd.
No restoring limbs or anything like that. If he did that, he might be condemning these people to an even worse fate, to be experimented on by the likes of HYDRA or AIM in their futile search to make super soldiers.
"Huh," he looked to the side, as Iron Man surveyed the scene below, of people crying, of people falling unconscious, of people kneeling, of people praying, "Did you want to become an angel? Because," Tony gestured to the people before them, "Mission accomplished."
"No," He dispelled the Chi door and denied the accusation vehemently, "I want no such thing."
"Could've fooled me. Now, come on, more inbound," Toy said before rocketing towards the mountains. He gave the people below a look before following suit, suddenly not feeling as confident as before about the whole mass healing thing.
"You sure keep pulling miracles out of your ass, Mr.Mysterio," Tony said, and he had a feeling that the man was recording everything he said or did for future research purposes. While that did not fill him with much confidence, he at least knew that with the way Tony's mind worked, he would never, ever accept the existence of magic, forever claiming that it was just an advanced form of science they didn't understand.
Which was true, in some cases but mostly, one needed to believe in something greater than oneself, to surrender logic to an extent if one wanted to learn Sorcery and become adept in it, something that he did not see Tony doing in the foreseeable future.
So, in his opinion, it was fine for Tony to see what he was doing.
Seeing that Colin would not respond to his statement, Tony remained silent as well. They were moving forward at decent speeds, towards the mountainous regions, through which a bunch of trucks were heading towards Gulmira.
Colin hoped that the brutal takedown would have made some of them afraid but alas, there was no cure for stupidity in this–
His hand shot out, creating a Dimensional Energy shield, instinctively as an anti-air tank round slammed into it. He sighed in relief as the shield did not crack because he had cast the shield on instinct when he should have actually cast a Door. All the practice recently made him prefer the Dimensional Energy shield which was strong but just not as versatile as his Door since he could just turn that Door into a Kinetic Laser door and blast them out of the sky.
"Whoa! Thanks," Tony mockingly saluted him before diving straight down and towards the trucks, blasting apart the rough pathway, halting them in their tracks. "I'll leave them to you. I have a tank to blast," Tony said in his comms before flying straight ahead, towards the base of the mountain.
He did not intend on making this about him, but if he really wanted that, he would not have come. He supposed that, on some level, the start of the canon timeline really excited him and he was still a child somewhere, to have this urge to meet his heroes and participate in superhero battles, even when he really should not.
Shaking his head, he ignored the bullets that pinged off his armour and even the odd RPGs that the guys in the trucks launched as he conjured a single Kinetic Laser Door, roughly human sized this time because he needed to send a message, not conduct a mass murder.
The Door glowed for a split second before a blast of Kinetic Laser struck the rough pathways, further cratering the already destroyed ground.
Then, the Kinetic Laster slowly moved forward, inching towards the trucks as the men scrambled out of them in fear, the Lasers slowly but surely destroying the engines, and clearly splitting them apart.
Meanwhile, as the terrorists below scrambled for their lives, he was up in the air, thinking. If it was worth it to look for Xu Wenwu right now or if it was better to look for Shang-chi in the States, because he had confirmation from both the Village Chief, and the Water Dragon that Shang-chi's mother was dead.
Ah, a dilemma for another time. It might be worth it to bring the children back to Ta-Lo before trying to reason with Xu Wenwu, assuming he was not already too far gone. The seal being tightened once more should restrict the Demon's influence but then again, Mad Men did not need a reason to want to see the world burn.
Once the trucks were decimated, he flew forward, catching up with Tony who was in the process of dunking on multiple tanks, with two already destroyed and in the process of removing the person piloting the third tank.
The entire area was in shambles, with multiple holes suggesting a mixed use of repulsors, bullets, and small swarm missiles.
"Got it out of your system?" He asked Tony who was just standing there, looking at the wrecked remains of the tank and the knocked out form of a very young terrorist. A teenager from the looks of it.
"He's just a kid," Tony said, "How could the enemies of my nightmare be kids?"
He sighed as the post vengeance low hit Tony.
"I get it that it does not feel like you expected it to?" He asked the man, floating up and sitting down on the burning remains of the tank, his orange onesie protecting him from the burns and also giving him enough cushion that it felt like he was sitting on a hard mattress instead of burning metal wreckage.
"What?" Tony asked jokingly, though the cheerful tone was hollow, "You are a shrink as well?"
He shrugged at that, not answering the question. Tony fell silent for a moment before he spoke, "I came here, to destroy them. But just blowing them apart is not the answer, is it?"
He shook his head, "Nope. Things are never as simple in real life. A systemic failure cannot be resolved without upending the system and as you can see," He gestured at the teenager, "The system has its teeth sunk in too deep for you to change anything without killing everyone involved."
"So what? We just let it be?"
"No," He hopped down from the tank, "It just means that conventional measures are used for a reason. You start with aid, food, hope, education, enforced by Iron Man, obviously, and then hope, hope that in a couple of generations, you did not leave things as f*cked as they were before."
"That's all?" Tony chuckled good naturedly.
"That's all you can do, that's all anyone can do. Well, short of mass mind control, that is." He added as an afterthought.
"As if," Tony scoffed at that and after seeing him remain silent, continued in a much more wary tone, "Right? There are no people in this world capable of mind control. Right?"
He chuckled at the fear, which was completely warranted. He wondered how the man would react to Jin'Ya. Anyway–
"It would seem our time is up," He told Tony after receiving a mental ping from Jin'Ya about the jets headed their way.
"What? Just answer the–"
Jarvis' voice interrupted Tony, "Sir, I am detecting two bogies headed your way. Immediate evacuation recommended."
"I told you," He quipped while rising up into the air, followed immediately by Tony as the twin F-22 Raptors finally came within sight.
"Time to see if they are actually as manoeuvrable as the government says they are?" He asked Tony before rocketing straight up, creating a sonic boom in the process as he did not bother manipulating the airflow around him with the Air Door, for the extra oomph.
After all, he had a reputation to create.
And what better way than to completely embarrass the veteran pilots flying equipment worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
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DoorMan #112
Gulmira, Afghanistan[May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Slowing down took nothing more than a mental flex, seeing Tony already on his way to take out the invading people after he had taken out the tires of the two trucks full of hostages, he too got to work.
Manifesting Kinetic Laser doors the size of his finger, he began blasting all the people with guns into the ground and then gave them another push, just to make sure they were all unconscious. The civilians scattered away from him, afraid all the same.
Not dwelling on that, he moved through the streets, taking out any person holding a weapon and then using a conjured hand to bend the guns for good measure. Could not take any risks regarding that. He had already taken down over a dozen armed men, who were increasingly getting trigger happy when they saw him, when he cleared the small alleys and reached the big clearing of the town, seeing Tony in a stalemate with three terrorists holding guns to children.
One moment, the periphery of his vision was red and the next, there were three small holes in the heads of those three guys. Their bodies toppled over soon after, one of them almost falling on top of the child he was previously holding hostage, only for Tony to swoop in and discard the terrorist like the low life he was.
Blinking at the suddenness of his actions, he looked down as the Red Doors dissipated. Huh, he did not think that it would have bothered him that much, the action of taking innocent children hostage. Intellectually, he knew that similar things were happening across the globe right this moment but seeing something like that happening right in front of him lit up something in him. An unexpected–
"Hey! Ideological crisis later, we have people to help," Tony's voice helped him snap out of it, and was that understanding in the perpetual troll's voice? Did Tony think this was his first time killing? Well, that was adorable.
But yes, Tony was right. They had a town to help and judging by the people he saw, they were not in the best of conditions. Looking all around, he slowly levitated up in the air, speaking into the comms, "Can you get them any aid soon? Food? Water?"
He was sure that Tony's eyes were wide open behind that faceplate, as he looked at his slowly glowing self, a yellow glow, to be precise."
"I can try but if you are going to do what I think you are going to do, I can make that an absolute certainty." Tony said, with an air of anticipation in him, letting the child go, who immediately ran towards someone in the crowd. Almost the entire town had gathered in the town centre, around both of them and he had to remind himself that he was not doing himself any favour, turning himself into a glowing yellow flying figure who was about to perform a mass healing.
He did not need a cult following, not right now at least.
Nodding at Iron Man, he summoned a massive Door, easily the size of the town centre, and then dropped his conjured arms, letting an overwhelmingly warm glow of yellow suffuse the people below. He had to be careful, in guiding the Chi rays, modulating the output for every person. Children needed more, the elderly less so. The injured needed more, the malnourished a little less, but the starved? He gave them all their bodies could handle.
No one deserved to know what it felt like to have their stomach trying to eat itself, especially in modern times with such a glut of calories everywhere. That was an affront to humanity itself.
It did not take long, only a minute at most but even in that short timespan, it felt like his mental faculties were pushed to the limit, as he carefully coordinated the Chi output that everyone received. By the end of that minute, he was certain that everyone in the town was as healthy as they could be, without it being odd.
No restoring limbs or anything like that. If he did that, he might be condemning these people to an even worse fate, to be experimented on by the likes of HYDRA or AIM in their futile search to make super soldiers.
"Huh," he looked to the side, as Iron Man surveyed the scene below, of people crying, of people falling unconscious, of people kneeling, of people praying, "Did you want to become an angel? Because," Tony gestured to the people before them, "Mission accomplished."
"No," He dispelled the Chi door and denied the accusation vehemently, "I want no such thing."
"Could've fooled me. Now, come on, more inbound," Toy said before rocketing towards the mountains. He gave the people below a look before following suit, suddenly not feeling as confident as before about the whole mass healing thing.
"You sure keep pulling miracles out of your ass, Mr.Mysterio," Tony said, and he had a feeling that the man was recording everything he said or did for future research purposes. While that did not fill him with much confidence, he at least knew that with the way Tony's mind worked, he would never, ever accept the existence of magic, forever claiming that it was just an advanced form of science they didn't understand.
Which was true, in some cases but mostly, one needed to believe in something greater than oneself, to surrender logic to an extent if one wanted to learn Sorcery and become adept in it, something that he did not see Tony doing in the foreseeable future.
So, in his opinion, it was fine for Tony to see what he was doing.
Seeing that Colin would not respond to his statement, Tony remained silent as well. They were moving forward at decent speeds, towards the mountainous regions, through which a bunch of trucks were heading towards Gulmira.
Colin hoped that the brutal takedown would have made some of them afraid but alas, there was no cure for stupidity in this–
His hand shot out, creating a Dimensional Energy shield, instinctively as an anti-air tank round slammed into it. He sighed in relief as the shield did not crack because he had cast the shield on instinct when he should have actually cast a Door. All the practice recently made him prefer the Dimensional Energy shield which was strong but just not as versatile as his Door since he could just turn that Door into a Kinetic Laser door and blast them out of the sky.
"Whoa! Thanks," Tony mockingly saluted him before diving straight down and towards the trucks, blasting apart the rough pathway, halting them in their tracks. "I'll leave them to you. I have a tank to blast," Tony said in his comms before flying straight ahead, towards the base of the mountain.
He did not intend on making this about him, but if he really wanted that, he would not have come. He supposed that, on some level, the start of the canon timeline really excited him and he was still a child somewhere, to have this urge to meet his heroes and participate in superhero battles, even when he really should not.
Shaking his head, he ignored the bullets that pinged off his armour and even the odd RPGs that the guys in the trucks launched as he conjured a single Kinetic Laser Door, roughly human sized this time because he needed to send a message, not conduct a mass murder.
The Door glowed for a split second before a blast of Kinetic Laser struck the rough pathways, further cratering the already destroyed ground.
Then, the Kinetic Laster slowly moved forward, inching towards the trucks as the men scrambled out of them in fear, the Lasers slowly but surely destroying the engines, and clearly splitting them apart.
Meanwhile, as the terrorists below scrambled for their lives, he was up in the air, thinking. If it was worth it to look for Xu Wenwu right now or if it was better to look for Shang-chi in the States, because he had confirmation from both the Village Chief, and the Water Dragon that Shang-chi's mother was dead.
Ah, a dilemma for another time. It might be worth it to bring the children back to Ta-Lo before trying to reason with Xu Wenwu, assuming he was not already too far gone. The seal being tightened once more should restrict the Demon's influence but then again, Mad Men did not need a reason to want to see the world burn.
Once the trucks were decimated, he flew forward, catching up with Tony who was in the process of dunking on multiple tanks, with two already destroyed and in the process of removing the person piloting the third tank.
The entire area was in shambles, with multiple holes suggesting a mixed use of repulsors, bullets, and small swarm missiles.
"Got it out of your system?" He asked Tony who was just standing there, looking at the wrecked remains of the tank and the knocked out form of a very young terrorist. A teenager from the looks of it.
"He's just a kid," Tony said, "How could the enemies of my nightmare be kids?"
He sighed as the post vengeance low hit Tony.
"I get it that it does not feel like you expected it to?" He asked the man, floating up and sitting down on the burning remains of the tank, his orange onesie protecting him from the burns and also giving him enough cushion that it felt like he was sitting on a hard mattress instead of burning metal wreckage.
"What?" Tony asked jokingly, though the cheerful tone was hollow, "You are a shrink as well?"
He shrugged at that, not answering the question. Tony fell silent for a moment before he spoke, "I came here, to destroy them. But just blowing them apart is not the answer, is it?"
He shook his head, "Nope. Things are never as simple in real life. A systemic failure cannot be resolved without upending the system and as you can see," He gestured at the teenager, "The system has its teeth sunk in too deep for you to change anything without killing everyone involved."
"So what? We just let it be?"
"No," He hopped down from the tank, "It just means that conventional measures are used for a reason. You start with aid, food, hope, education, enforced by Iron Man, obviously, and then hope, hope that in a couple of generations, you did not leave things as f*cked as they were before."
"That's all?" Tony chuckled good naturedly.
"That's all you can do, that's all anyone can do. Well, short of mass mind control, that is." He added as an afterthought.
"As if," Tony scoffed at that and after seeing him remain silent, continued in a much more wary tone, "Right? There are no people in this world capable of mind control. Right?"
He chuckled at the fear, which was completely warranted. He wondered how the man would react to Jin'Ya. Anyway–
"It would seem our time is up," He told Tony after receiving a mental ping from Jin'Ya about the jets headed their way.
"What? Just answer the–"
Jarvis' voice interrupted Tony, "Sir, I am detecting two bogies headed your way. Immediate evacuation recommended."
"I told you," He quipped while rising up into the air, followed immediately by Tony as the twin F-22 Raptors finally came within sight.
"Time to see if they are actually as manoeuvrable as the government says they are?" He asked Tony before rocketing straight up, creating a sonic boom in the process as he did not bother manipulating the airflow around him with the Air Door, for the extra oomph.
After all, he had a reputation to create.
And what better way than to completely embarrass the veteran pilots flying equipment worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
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DoorMan #113
Gulmira, Afghanistan[May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Huh, it would seem the Army was a lot less forgiving this time, probably because of the previous incident of encountering him? Because the second they were in range, he was peppered by high calibre bullets that continued to ping off of his orange onesie.
Tony was flying low, and the pilots seemed to let him be. Seeing that all the heat was on him, he told Tony, "You should leave. I'll keep them occupied."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. I am just not sure if destroying government property like this will worsen the image they have of me or if they already think I am to be destroyed, so it doesn't matter if I destroy some jets or not."
"...Be careful," was all he heard Tony say before the man began moving in the opposite direction, towards the port they had come from. Halfway through, the pilots must have realised it as well because one of them began slowing down and turning around.
He grinned as a well timed Air blast put him directly in the path of the F-22 Raptor. He flew side by side with the cockpit, wagging a conjured finger at the pilot, in a disapproving manner. The finger was enormous as well, so no way they did not get his message.
He had expected the comms piece Tony gave him to stop functioning but apparently, the man did not make garbage as a voice garbled in his ear.
"Unknown bogie, cease this. I repeat, unknown bogie, cease this. Identify yourself. I repeat, Identify yourself. You are in restricted airspace, please identify yourself." ON and on it went, repeated over and over again. As if they were not the ones who had shot first and asked questions later.
Time to inform them that though, "Uh, am I audible?" He made the best impression of a corporate employee, a middle manager level employee, in a Video Conference.
"Unknown bogie, identify yourself." The static increased for a second before a real voice began speaking.
"I thought the government had a shared database they used to keep track of threats like me? I suppose it would be too much to ask you to look up Mysterio on your database. Also, for your kind information, your people shot bullets at me first before asking any questions. So, no, I will not cease this, as your automated voicemail so eloquently put it." He quipped at the man, taking yet another evasive manoeuvre, one that got him very close to one of the jets.
Since he was cruising right alongside them, they could not afford to use guns or missiles on him, lest the most expensive case of friendly fire occur here. Meanwhile, he had conjured two giant hands, waving at both the pilots.
After a minute or two, he could no longer sense Tony, and hoping that he got far enough, he decided to cut his losses. He was getting bored here since he did not truly wish to destroy hundreds of millions of dollars worth of government property and he had no further way of trolling them.
So, with one last wave, he crushed the earpiece and dumped the remains in the air, before, with a sudden lurch, he rocketed straight up, watching the pilot curse as she looked up. At the speeds they were going, the sudden change in vector was felt even by him.
As he called on Jin'Ya, he flew into the clouds, into the purple portal and then immediately smacked himself on the roof of the portal room, despite his last moment attempt to use an Air Cushion.
Well, good news, the Air Cushion worked and bled off a considerable amount of the momentum he had behind him but certainly not all of it, as he punched a hole into the ceiling's first level of enchantments, making him stick to the ceiling with his neck.
With a sigh, he mentally checked in on his connection to the wards before dispelling the layer of protection he had partially punched through, freeing him from that embarrassing position, dropping him on his legs, thankfully.
Despite his brisk response, Jin'Ya's laughter echoed through their mental link. He cut that off with a grumble, fully aware that Jin'Ya had committed that to memory and was someone who could create a perfect holographic recreation of the moment with ease, essentially an always on video recorder and projector with nearly unlimited storage.
Despite the rocky ending, a smile tugged at his lips as he shed his orange onesie and dragged it to his workshop to check on the damage. Today, had been nice. A nice change of pace as well as an opportunity to interact with his childhood heroes.
____xx____
"So, you believe that whatever DNA you were able to get from that," He gestured to his mutated hands which were more akin to lumps of flesh than hands, in distaste, before continuing, "Can help you resolve the issues with Extremmis?"
They were in the Extremis meeting with Bruce and Maya. According to the conservative timeline they had forwarded him, they were on track to have the healing version available to him by 2011, which was perfect because a year was more than enough time to get it mass produced and available for the Chitauri INvasion, not like he intended on that being a major event in terms of loss of life.
Bruce nodded, "In simple terms, yes. What we took from your hands was not so much as DNA but something else entirely. We have not been able to decode much of it, due to a lack of compute units here but with what we have seen so far, we can confidently say that if we program Extremis to use that DNA to rewrite the patient's DNA, the Healing effect will–"
"Excuse me," He stopped Bruce right in his very excited tracks, "Did you just say you intend to rewrite the patient's DNA?"
Bruce hesitantly nodded, "Yes, for Extremis to use the properties of a specialised trait of DNA, we will have to rewrite the patient's DNA."
"So, we will end up having a bunch of clones of each other? What are you talking about? I thought the healing Extremis shot was a one and done deal, with the end result only being a healed person, with no changes to their DNA whatsoever." He asked them, confused.
Bruce gained a look of realisation on his face before waving his hands in denial, "No, I am not talking about that. We are going to program a way to get that trait installed in their DNA. Once the Extremis' job is done, the trait will go dormant, like the millions of dormant traits we have in our DNA. Functionally, they will remain the same."
"And can you guarantee that no changes will occur in their progeny, after they had been treated with Extremis once?"
Maya interjected here, "Virtually zero chances of that trait becoming dominant just because it was passed down but even then, we will be conducting extensive testing before we can even begin human experimentation. Once again, for that, we need the extra compute so that we can get the simulations done much faster and–"
"Okay, I get it." He stopped her tirade about the new computers once more. There was a new generation of computers they needed, which was fine, but since they were new and shiny and desired by virtually every single research company on the planet, getting them without raising any suspicion would be…difficult.
"Huh," He said to himself as he had an epiphany. He did have a blank check from Stark that he had yet to cash in.
Even if Stark bugged the equipment to hell and back, they were going to be in the Red HEarth, a complete black box when it came to transmitting any signals, with the entry and exit point being the Portal Room.
Plus, he knew that all of Bruce's research ran on air gapped systems anyway, the man being paranoid enough about data breaches. Combined with the new micro enchantments he can do to siphon off all heat generated by the compute units, Bruce and Maya should be getting a pretty hefty boost in terms of computational powers.
Yup, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed plausible. Plus, Tony's stuff would be wayy better than anything he could get on the black market in China anyway since those guys would overcharge him a ton just for the anonymity and no questions asked conditions.
Speaking of anonymity, he turned to Bruce who was looking at him expectantly. "Yes, I will get you all the compute that you need. For now, I am so sorry to ask you this after months of being here but…would you guys like to go on a trip?"
"Trip?" Maya asked him, confusion colouring her tone.
"Yes, trip," he said, "With a complete disguise. All expenses paid, to most parts of the world. A week long vacation. Sauna, massages, anything you need."
Now, both of them were looking quite robotically at him, as if he had something astonishing. Granted, he had not mentioned it for all the months they had been here but he had been clear since day one, that Bruce was not a prisoner, he could leave any day he wanted.
Did they not believe him?
Shrugging internally, he let the matter be. "Just let me know a week before so I can make the arrangements for you. Bye!"
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DoorMan #113
Gulmira, Afghanistan[May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Huh, it would seem the Army was a lot less forgiving this time, probably because of the previous incident of encountering him? Because the second they were in range, he was peppered by high calibre bullets that continued to ping off of his orange onesie.
Tony was flying low, and the pilots seemed to let him be. Seeing that all the heat was on him, he told Tony, "You should leave. I'll keep them occupied."
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure. I am just not sure if destroying government property like this will worsen the image they have of me or if they already think I am to be destroyed, so it doesn't matter if I destroy some jets or not."
"...Be careful," was all he heard Tony say before the man began moving in the opposite direction, towards the port they had come from. Halfway through, the pilots must have realised it as well because one of them began slowing down and turning around.
He grinned as a well timed Air blast put him directly in the path of the F-22 Raptor. He flew side by side with the cockpit, wagging a conjured finger at the pilot, in a disapproving manner. The finger was enormous as well, so no way they did not get his message.
He had expected the comms piece Tony gave him to stop functioning but apparently, the man did not make garbage as a voice garbled in his ear.
"Unknown bogie, cease this. I repeat, unknown bogie, cease this. Identify yourself. I repeat, Identify yourself. You are in restricted airspace, please identify yourself." ON and on it went, repeated over and over again. As if they were not the ones who had shot first and asked questions later.
Time to inform them that though, "Uh, am I audible?" He made the best impression of a corporate employee, a middle manager level employee, in a Video Conference.
"Unknown bogie, identify yourself." The static increased for a second before a real voice began speaking.
"I thought the government had a shared database they used to keep track of threats like me? I suppose it would be too much to ask you to look up Mysterio on your database. Also, for your kind information, your people shot bullets at me first before asking any questions. So, no, I will not cease this, as your automated voicemail so eloquently put it." He quipped at the man, taking yet another evasive manoeuvre, one that got him very close to one of the jets.
Since he was cruising right alongside them, they could not afford to use guns or missiles on him, lest the most expensive case of friendly fire occur here. Meanwhile, he had conjured two giant hands, waving at both the pilots.
After a minute or two, he could no longer sense Tony, and hoping that he got far enough, he decided to cut his losses. He was getting bored here since he did not truly wish to destroy hundreds of millions of dollars worth of government property and he had no further way of trolling them.
So, with one last wave, he crushed the earpiece and dumped the remains in the air, before, with a sudden lurch, he rocketed straight up, watching the pilot curse as she looked up. At the speeds they were going, the sudden change in vector was felt even by him.
As he called on Jin'Ya, he flew into the clouds, into the purple portal and then immediately smacked himself on the roof of the portal room, despite his last moment attempt to use an Air Cushion.
Well, good news, the Air Cushion worked and bled off a considerable amount of the momentum he had behind him but certainly not all of it, as he punched a hole into the ceiling's first level of enchantments, making him stick to the ceiling with his neck.
With a sigh, he mentally checked in on his connection to the wards before dispelling the layer of protection he had partially punched through, freeing him from that embarrassing position, dropping him on his legs, thankfully.
Despite his brisk response, Jin'Ya's laughter echoed through their mental link. He cut that off with a grumble, fully aware that Jin'Ya had committed that to memory and was someone who could create a perfect holographic recreation of the moment with ease, essentially an always on video recorder and projector with nearly unlimited storage.
Despite the rocky ending, a smile tugged at his lips as he shed his orange onesie and dragged it to his workshop to check on the damage. Today, had been nice. A nice change of pace as well as an opportunity to interact with his childhood heroes.
____xx____
"So, you believe that whatever DNA you were able to get from that," He gestured to his mutated hands which were more akin to lumps of flesh than hands, in distaste, before continuing, "Can help you resolve the issues with Extremmis?"
They were in the Extremis meeting with Bruce and Maya. According to the conservative timeline they had forwarded him, they were on track to have the healing version available to him by 2011, which was perfect because a year was more than enough time to get it mass produced and available for the Chitauri INvasion, not like he intended on that being a major event in terms of loss of life.
Bruce nodded, "In simple terms, yes. What we took from your hands was not so much as DNA but something else entirely. We have not been able to decode much of it, due to a lack of compute units here but with what we have seen so far, we can confidently say that if we program Extremis to use that DNA to rewrite the patient's DNA, the Healing effect will–"
"Excuse me," He stopped Bruce right in his very excited tracks, "Did you just say you intend to rewrite the patient's DNA?"
Bruce hesitantly nodded, "Yes, for Extremis to use the properties of a specialised trait of DNA, we will have to rewrite the patient's DNA."
"So, we will end up having a bunch of clones of each other? What are you talking about? I thought the healing Extremis shot was a one and done deal, with the end result only being a healed person, with no changes to their DNA whatsoever." He asked them, confused.
Bruce gained a look of realisation on his face before waving his hands in denial, "No, I am not talking about that. We are going to program a way to get that trait installed in their DNA. Once the Extremis' job is done, the trait will go dormant, like the millions of dormant traits we have in our DNA. Functionally, they will remain the same."
"And can you guarantee that no changes will occur in their progeny, after they had been treated with Extremis once?"
Maya interjected here, "Virtually zero chances of that trait becoming dominant just because it was passed down but even then, we will be conducting extensive testing before we can even begin human experimentation. Once again, for that, we need the extra compute so that we can get the simulations done much faster and–"
"Okay, I get it." He stopped her tirade about the new computers once more. There was a new generation of computers they needed, which was fine, but since they were new and shiny and desired by virtually every single research company on the planet, getting them without raising any suspicion would be…difficult.
"Huh," He said to himself as he had an epiphany. He did have a blank check from Stark that he had yet to cash in.
Even if Stark bugged the equipment to hell and back, they were going to be in the Red HEarth, a complete black box when it came to transmitting any signals, with the entry and exit point being the Portal Room.
Plus, he knew that all of Bruce's research ran on air gapped systems anyway, the man being paranoid enough about data breaches. Combined with the new micro enchantments he can do to siphon off all heat generated by the compute units, Bruce and Maya should be getting a pretty hefty boost in terms of computational powers.
Yup, the more he thought about it, the more it seemed plausible. Plus, Tony's stuff would be wayy better than anything he could get on the black market in China anyway since those guys would overcharge him a ton just for the anonymity and no questions asked conditions.
Speaking of anonymity, he turned to Bruce who was looking at him expectantly. "Yes, I will get you all the compute that you need. For now, I am so sorry to ask you this after months of being here but…would you guys like to go on a trip?"
"Trip?" Maya asked him, confusion colouring her tone.
"Yes, trip," he said, "With a complete disguise. All expenses paid, to most parts of the world. A week long vacation. Sauna, massages, anything you need."
Now, both of them were looking quite robotically at him, as if he had something astonishing. Granted, he had not mentioned it for all the months they had been here but he had been clear since day one, that Bruce was not a prisoner, he could leave any day he wanted.
Did they not believe him?
Shrugging internally, he let the matter be. "Just let me know a week before so I can make the arrangements for you. Bye!"
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DoorMan #114
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Tony Stark–
Stepping down to his lab, he smiled at the familiar sight of all the lights turning themselves on, as well as the little robots he built throughout his college life come back to life, twitching and assuming their default positions.
He tapped DUM-E on its dummy head, heh, as the rest of the lab came alive. "Jarvis, get the data from the sensor suite S-123, and overlap with data gathered from our satellites. Hold off on hacking anything else for now. Let's hope that our data is sufficient for now."
"Affirmative," Jarvis' voice came from the ceiling as the holo projectors came to life, projecting multiple charts, graphs, as well as a video footage of this Mysterio doing the mind blowing stuff he did back in Galmira.
His healing was something else entirely, something that fascinated him to no end. He did not go back and take samples from those villagers, no they had suffered enough but he was certain that the Army was going to roll in soon enough with all the aid he had promised them, and if they did a routine medical checkup where they drew blood, well, then that was just routine and nothing out of the ordinary.
The rest of the stuff was equally impressive as well. He noted multiple energies coming off his mystery hero but two in particular interested him the most. They spiked during particular scenarios.
The one that Mysetio used to heal people, it was just garbage. His sensors could not make heads or tails of it, registering it as background radiation which was clearly not the case. Then, there was the energy that spiked particularly high when he used those yellow projections of his. Energy projections capable of so much and were strong enough to take a missile point-blank without cracking.
He was certain that the Generation One Arc Reactor he was building at Stark HQ would not be able to provide half the energy required to keep those projections active and sustained, especially at the levels of durability he had seen.
Then, there was the other energy, the one that spiked whenever he was flying. His flight was something else as well. Air propulsion, and not in the conventional way. He figured out the basics behind it a little later than he would have liked. Mysterio propelled himself by shooting air from various positions on his body, and at very high pressure as well, enough to propel him beyond the speed of sound with ease.
Not to mention his durability.
"Jarvis, note overall enhanced durability, especially for internal organs in the list of Mysterio's powers," He said out loud, his mind going back to the visual he saw of the man accelerating, decelerating and turning sharply, something that should not be possible unless they had either his inertial dampening tech, which was only possible because of the Arc Reactor, or they were enhanced throughout, allowing them to sustain whiplashes that would have killed normal people.
He was man enough to admit that even the pride of his suit, the inertial dampers would not have been able to move as evasively as Mysterio did. Either that thin onesie was a lot more advanced than he gave it credit for, or Mysterio was just built different.
All the varying powers made it kind of difficult to categorise his powers. He could not know if all the powers were enhanced, something that came to him naturally or were given to him in a bottle, or worse, were merely a byproduct of technology.
Technology so far beyond humans that it was indistinguishable from magic.
He shook his head and focused on the graphs. No use thinking about something that would just give him a minor existential crisis. Better to put his big boy pants on and work on stuff that he could get a meaningful return on.
Energy came off of that Mysterio for practically the entire time he was there, right up until he disappeared into the clouds. Another trick he could not make heads or tails of. He only had a vague stealth tech written in his mind explaining that but even that was far fetched because there had to be something there. It was as if he disappeared completely.
The energies coming from the masked man were varied in strength, frequency, and intensity, fulfilling different purposes, and the way stealth tech worked, cramping something capable of masking all that energy as well as sound, should not be so small as to get fit inside a single outfit.
He shook his head. There were too many unknowns in regard to that man. He didn't even know if there was actually a man underneath there or was it just a suit being operated from afar, something that he theorized he would be able to do soon enough, handing total control to Jarvis to create a legion of Iron Men, if need be.
Though he wagered that would not make the politicians feel any better.
"Alright, Jarvis, you get cracking on dismantling that energy mess and I will–" his words were interrupted as an alarm began blaring in the lab, something of a recent addition after that fateful day where he almost splattered on the pavement because of his stupidity and arrogance, so, just another Tuesday for him.
"Intruder Det–It's Mysterio, sir. He is floating on the roof, seemingly waiting. A feed opened up in front of him, showing Mysterio in his orange onesie floating mid air, cross armed.
He waved his hand as the microphone was activated, "I'm sorry, the Iron Man store is closed for the day. Please come back tomorrow. We would love to have your patronage."
The mics on the roof were not sensitive enough to capture the sound of Mysterio if he did not speak out loud, but thankfully, Jarvis worked seamlessly in enhancing the audio.
"Very funny, Stark. We need to talk,"
He grinned, eager to poke fun at that, "Uh-oh, are you breaking up with me? And only yesterday I thought we were destroying terrorist hideouts for fun!"
After a minute of silence, he snorted and shut down the mic. "Open the doors, Jarvis."
After his command, a series of lights lit up, showing Mysterio the path to the garage, the barricaded doors opening up, revealing the path straight to his lab.
He walked forward, dispelling the holodisplays, arms crossed as he waited for the Orange Menace to arrive. He was sure that Jarvis was scanning everything that Mysterio did, including the very silent way he flew, as if he was gliding on air.
"Welcome, to my humble abode,"
This time, he was close enough to hear the man snort.
"I wanted to cash in that check you were going to give me," Mysterio got straight to the point. He raised his eyebrows at that. Why would he want something that could easily be tied to his original identity? Still, that was not his concern.
"Sure," He shrugged and turned around, heading towards the door where he kept his chequebook, "How much do you need?"
"Not money," He paused mid step, turning around, confused. "Okay, I'm confused. I don't think you understand how a cheque works."
"Servers. I need computers. Lots of them," A small piece of paper floated out of onesie's pocket and towards him.
"Um, I don't like to be handed things," He shrugged at the confused stare he could feel from behind the mask.
Jarvis, being the helpful assistant that he was, used a robot, unnamed so he did not care much about it, to snatch the note and hold it to his eyes. His eyes widened in surprise, eyebrows rising up as he realised what Mysterio needed.
"Holy shit, what are you doing? Mining all the Bitcoin?" Okay, that was an over exaggeration but it did not diminish the fact that Mysterio was asking for enough hardware to populate the entire compute vision here at Stark HQ, which was already the largest private server cluster on the planet.
He deadpanned at the man, "You do realise that it would be easier for me to just give you billions, right? These things don't grow on trees. We are already on backorders and I don't think the foundries can give you your orders this year or even the next. Last I heard, they were now taking orders for delivery in 2011."
"How much can you arrange?"
He stared at the man, confused. Did he not listen to anything Tony just said? These were cutting edge chips, with circuitry so small that the laws of physics changed when someone was working at that small of a level.
"I can maybe, get you 10% of what you are asking,"
"When?" The next question came instantly.
"BY the end of the year?"
"Fine."
"...."
There was a minute of silence in the air before he raised his hands up, giving up, "Okay, I give up. What is the deal with you? Where did you pop out from? People like you don't just come out of nowhere. There must be a story behind you,"
There was a sigh that came from Mysterio, "I am a human, if that's what you were wondering."
Okay, that was something but nothing substantial.
"Anything more?"
"No."
"Fine! Can you at least help me with–" He paused as a Ding-Dong sound came through the speakers.
Jarvis displayed the feed from the front door, showing Obi waiting for him. Huh, their relationship might have taken a bump when he realised that Obi was the one who wanted him ousted from the company but still, it was Obi. He could not just shoo him from the front door.
….
….
Actually, he could. He could and he had, but that was before he thought it was cool to be mean and rude.
He then flashed Mysterio an awkward smile, "Actually, I have company. So, can you just–" He made a shooing gesture, which caused the man to sigh and nod.
"Thank you," He waved goodbye at Mysterio as he casually floated backwards, before reorienting himself and shooting out of his driveway.
Not 10 seconds later, Jarvis popped up another display, showing sensor failure, "Trace failed."
"Eh," He shrugged, "That was expected."
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DoorMan #114
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Tony Stark–
Stepping down to his lab, he smiled at the familiar sight of all the lights turning themselves on, as well as the little robots he built throughout his college life come back to life, twitching and assuming their default positions.
He tapped DUM-E on its dummy head, heh, as the rest of the lab came alive. "Jarvis, get the data from the sensor suite S-123, and overlap with data gathered from our satellites. Hold off on hacking anything else for now. Let's hope that our data is sufficient for now."
"Affirmative," Jarvis' voice came from the ceiling as the holo projectors came to life, projecting multiple charts, graphs, as well as a video footage of this Mysterio doing the mind blowing stuff he did back in Galmira.
His healing was something else entirely, something that fascinated him to no end. He did not go back and take samples from those villagers, no they had suffered enough but he was certain that the Army was going to roll in soon enough with all the aid he had promised them, and if they did a routine medical checkup where they drew blood, well, then that was just routine and nothing out of the ordinary.
The rest of the stuff was equally impressive as well. He noted multiple energies coming off his mystery hero but two in particular interested him the most. They spiked during particular scenarios.
The one that Mysetio used to heal people, it was just garbage. His sensors could not make heads or tails of it, registering it as background radiation which was clearly not the case. Then, there was the energy that spiked particularly high when he used those yellow projections of his. Energy projections capable of so much and were strong enough to take a missile point-blank without cracking.
He was certain that the Generation One Arc Reactor he was building at Stark HQ would not be able to provide half the energy required to keep those projections active and sustained, especially at the levels of durability he had seen.
Then, there was the other energy, the one that spiked whenever he was flying. His flight was something else as well. Air propulsion, and not in the conventional way. He figured out the basics behind it a little later than he would have liked. Mysterio propelled himself by shooting air from various positions on his body, and at very high pressure as well, enough to propel him beyond the speed of sound with ease.
Not to mention his durability.
"Jarvis, note overall enhanced durability, especially for internal organs in the list of Mysterio's powers," He said out loud, his mind going back to the visual he saw of the man accelerating, decelerating and turning sharply, something that should not be possible unless they had either his inertial dampening tech, which was only possible because of the Arc Reactor, or they were enhanced throughout, allowing them to sustain whiplashes that would have killed normal people.
He was man enough to admit that even the pride of his suit, the inertial dampers would not have been able to move as evasively as Mysterio did. Either that thin onesie was a lot more advanced than he gave it credit for, or Mysterio was just built different.
All the varying powers made it kind of difficult to categorise his powers. He could not know if all the powers were enhanced, something that came to him naturally or were given to him in a bottle, or worse, were merely a byproduct of technology.
Technology so far beyond humans that it was indistinguishable from magic.
He shook his head and focused on the graphs. No use thinking about something that would just give him a minor existential crisis. Better to put his big boy pants on and work on stuff that he could get a meaningful return on.
Energy came off of that Mysterio for practically the entire time he was there, right up until he disappeared into the clouds. Another trick he could not make heads or tails of. He only had a vague stealth tech written in his mind explaining that but even that was far fetched because there had to be something there. It was as if he disappeared completely.
The energies coming from the masked man were varied in strength, frequency, and intensity, fulfilling different purposes, and the way stealth tech worked, cramping something capable of masking all that energy as well as sound, should not be so small as to get fit inside a single outfit.
He shook his head. There were too many unknowns in regard to that man. He didn't even know if there was actually a man underneath there or was it just a suit being operated from afar, something that he theorized he would be able to do soon enough, handing total control to Jarvis to create a legion of Iron Men, if need be.
Though he wagered that would not make the politicians feel any better.
"Alright, Jarvis, you get cracking on dismantling that energy mess and I will–" his words were interrupted as an alarm began blaring in the lab, something of a recent addition after that fateful day where he almost splattered on the pavement because of his stupidity and arrogance, so, just another Tuesday for him.
"Intruder Det–It's Mysterio, sir. He is floating on the roof, seemingly waiting. A feed opened up in front of him, showing Mysterio in his orange onesie floating mid air, cross armed.
He waved his hand as the microphone was activated, "I'm sorry, the Iron Man store is closed for the day. Please come back tomorrow. We would love to have your patronage."
The mics on the roof were not sensitive enough to capture the sound of Mysterio if he did not speak out loud, but thankfully, Jarvis worked seamlessly in enhancing the audio.
"Very funny, Stark. We need to talk,"
He grinned, eager to poke fun at that, "Uh-oh, are you breaking up with me? And only yesterday I thought we were destroying terrorist hideouts for fun!"
After a minute of silence, he snorted and shut down the mic. "Open the doors, Jarvis."
After his command, a series of lights lit up, showing Mysterio the path to the garage, the barricaded doors opening up, revealing the path straight to his lab.
He walked forward, dispelling the holodisplays, arms crossed as he waited for the Orange Menace to arrive. He was sure that Jarvis was scanning everything that Mysterio did, including the very silent way he flew, as if he was gliding on air.
"Welcome, to my humble abode,"
This time, he was close enough to hear the man snort.
"I wanted to cash in that check you were going to give me," Mysterio got straight to the point. He raised his eyebrows at that. Why would he want something that could easily be tied to his original identity? Still, that was not his concern.
"Sure," He shrugged and turned around, heading towards the door where he kept his chequebook, "How much do you need?"
"Not money," He paused mid step, turning around, confused. "Okay, I'm confused. I don't think you understand how a cheque works."
"Servers. I need computers. Lots of them," A small piece of paper floated out of onesie's pocket and towards him.
"Um, I don't like to be handed things," He shrugged at the confused stare he could feel from behind the mask.
Jarvis, being the helpful assistant that he was, used a robot, unnamed so he did not care much about it, to snatch the note and hold it to his eyes. His eyes widened in surprise, eyebrows rising up as he realised what Mysterio needed.
"Holy shit, what are you doing? Mining all the Bitcoin?" Okay, that was an over exaggeration but it did not diminish the fact that Mysterio was asking for enough hardware to populate the entire compute vision here at Stark HQ, which was already the largest private server cluster on the planet.
He deadpanned at the man, "You do realise that it would be easier for me to just give you billions, right? These things don't grow on trees. We are already on backorders and I don't think the foundries can give you your orders this year or even the next. Last I heard, they were now taking orders for delivery in 2011."
"How much can you arrange?"
He stared at the man, confused. Did he not listen to anything Tony just said? These were cutting edge chips, with circuitry so small that the laws of physics changed when someone was working at that small of a level.
"I can maybe, get you 10% of what you are asking,"
"When?" The next question came instantly.
"BY the end of the year?"
"Fine."
"...."
There was a minute of silence in the air before he raised his hands up, giving up, "Okay, I give up. What is the deal with you? Where did you pop out from? People like you don't just come out of nowhere. There must be a story behind you,"
There was a sigh that came from Mysterio, "I am a human, if that's what you were wondering."
Okay, that was something but nothing substantial.
"Anything more?"
"No."
"Fine! Can you at least help me with–" He paused as a Ding-Dong sound came through the speakers.
Jarvis displayed the feed from the front door, showing Obi waiting for him. Huh, their relationship might have taken a bump when he realised that Obi was the one who wanted him ousted from the company but still, it was Obi. He could not just shoo him from the front door.
….
….
Actually, he could. He could and he had, but that was before he thought it was cool to be mean and rude.
He then flashed Mysterio an awkward smile, "Actually, I have company. So, can you just–" He made a shooing gesture, which caused the man to sigh and nod.
"Thank you," He waved goodbye at Mysterio as he casually floated backwards, before reorienting himself and shooting out of his driveway.
Not 10 seconds later, Jarvis popped up another display, showing sensor failure, "Trace failed."
"Eh," He shrugged, "That was expected."
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DoorMan #115
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He floated in front of the front door, seeing Obadian Stane walk into Tony's house with a smile plastered on his face. Tony's face mirrored that smile as well, albeit a strained one. Well, Stane did try to oust Tony from his own company, so that was expected.
Now, what to do here?
Well, the obvious choice would be to wait for Stane to attack Tony, make sure that it was all recorded before swooping in to save Tony. The thing was that he did not have the authority to arrest Stane.
But he knew just someone who did and was also probably in the vicinity, investigating everything.
The number he had for Coulson flashed in his mind as he flipped out a burner phone, he kept several dozen on hand, dialed the number and waited for Agent Coulson to pick it up.
The call was picked up after a short while and Coulson, being the paranoid agent that he was, instantly demanded an answer to, "Who is this?"
He spoke through the many layers of voice modulation through his onesie, "Is this Agent Coulson? I know you are investigating a case involving Tony Stark and are near his company's HQ. A situation has arisen at his Malibu residence, involving Stane, whom I assume you know as a person of interest?"
He heard shuffling noises in the background as Coulson spoke, "Do you have any evidence of this? Why should we believe you?" He grinned as he heard the man speed walking and then a car door closing.
"Well, might as well give you a little tip. I suppose you have already seen some of my actions, in Gulmirah?" There was a sharp intake of air on the other side as Coulson mumbled, "You're Mysterio?"
"Bingo! Now, see you there, Agent!" With that, he hung up the call, crushed the phone and deposited in the hammerspace of the orange inside. It was small but enough to hold a couple of phones, and a change of clothes if he needed one.
He used to just roam around with nothing on his person because he did not need anything in particular, and if he did, it was just a quick portal away. Despite his lacklustre portal abilities, he could use them after a certain number of tries so getting stuff from either the Red Hearth or from his Earthen bachelor pad was not hard, not at all.
Now, it was a bit more complex since he did not want to rely on Jin'Ya all the time, hence the small pocket space. Also, it was a great way to practice his enchantment because creating an anchored expanded space was one thing but creating a pocket space that was always moving, not to mention weaving it into an existing enchanted object? It was tough and he kind of liked it.
If there was not a crisis brewing around the corner all the time, he could totally see himself becoming a tinker of magical enchantments, just creating stuff for the heroes of the planet, so the good side always won.
It was something he could still do, once the dust settled, whenever that is.
So, he floated there, cross legged, waiting and watching as Stane and Tony had a conversation over pizza that Stane bought. There was a trace of anger in Tony's face as the conversation moved over to some tense matter, apparently.
Probably something to do with trying to oust Tony. He wondered why the hell Stane would do small talk, only to realise as he slowly turned around, to see an honest to god ninja of sorts just jump over the high compound walls, clad in all black. The darkness of the night and the dim lights around that area made the perfect cover for their activities in the dark but his eyes could see them easily.
A single person, stature indicated a male stature, fairly lean, holding on to a briefcase of sorts. Well, something interesting, he thought to himself, slowly floating towards them as well, watching in amusement as they advanced further into the compound, looking around furtively.
This was probably why Jarvis was unable to help Tony immediately. Some sort of localised EMP, then? Or a virus?
His thoughts were soon answered as the thief, as if knowing the exact plans for this place, found a rather large panel, hidden as a decoration in the garden. They also had a key for that, fantastic.
Tony would need a rather large reading on operational security once this was over because who in their right mind would decide to use a physical key as the only piece of security between your handy dandy AI who ran most of your life, and any would be intruder who wanted to attack you in your home.
A home that was very vulnerable, he realised. Well, another thing to lecture Tony on.
Letting the thief to his devices, he floated back to keep an eye on Tony, whilst maintaining a high enough vantage point to make sure that the thief did not flee from him. A well placed blow should be enough to incapacitate him and if not, then he could always hold both him and Stane until Coulson arrives.
The only worry he had about this whole situation was that Tony would never get to reveal himself to the world with that cocky smirk on his face, though, he knew enough about Tony's narcissistic tendencies to realise that Tony would inevitably out himself as Iron Man, no matter the obstacle in the way. Of that, he was certain.
Keeping the camera steady, he waited and watched. There was barely a blip in power around him as the thief did what he had to do and began packing up his suitcase, after closing the hatch which was probably Jarvis' way of interacting with the world.
He saw Stane relax immediately after that, as he began fishing something out from his pocket. He smiled at that, a flick of his hand, releasing multiple Air Doors, creating a small cube around the ninja, and then watched as the ninja was ragdolled through the door after multiple currents of high speed air were unleashed upon him.
He raised an eyebrow as the ninja, despite coughing blood, was still conscious, which was remarkable. Maybe the ninja was not a regular ninja then? A super soldier, perhaps? Or just plain old dumb human tenaciousness.
Either way, the ninja was in custody as he watched Tony turn around to fetch a drink, on Stane's request perhaps, and then for Stane to take out a small black object from his coat. The glee on the man's face was sickening as he pressed the button on that device, making Tony stiffen and then collapse on the ground, the empty glass in his hand shattering on impact.
He sighed as he realised the pain Tony was under and decided that it was enough evidence at this point, floating through the ceiling sized glass windows, shattering them on impact. He enjoyed the way Stane flinched and turned around, fishing for something else in his pockets, probably a gun?
Sadly, the obese middle aged man never got the chance to do anything as a hand made up of Dimensional Energy lashed out at him, grabbing him by the face. Another, much smaller one grabbed the black device and after fiddling for a second, pressed the only button on it, sighing in relief as the veins on Tony's forehead began receding as the man all but collapsed on the ground, but not twitching in pain anymore.
"Now, then," He grinned as he pulled Stane close, the man kicking his legs in the air, as his eyes widened in terror and fear, "Shall we get started?"
Then, a moment later, the man's eyes rolled in the back of his skull and he fainted on the spot. "Uh," he muttered a moment later, his hand punting Stane in the other direction since the man had pissed himself out of fear.
The sound of multiple cars harshly breaking broke him out of the slight disgust he felt at his hands holding onto someone who had pissed himself. Checking on Tony to make sure he was breathing fine, only knocked out, he turned around and sat down on a throne like chair built entirely of Dimensional Energy.
It was uncomfortable but that was not the point.
Presentation was important.
MegaMind was right in that regard.
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DoorMan #115
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He floated in front of the front door, seeing Obadian Stane walk into Tony's house with a smile plastered on his face. Tony's face mirrored that smile as well, albeit a strained one. Well, Stane did try to oust Tony from his own company, so that was expected.
Now, what to do here?
Well, the obvious choice would be to wait for Stane to attack Tony, make sure that it was all recorded before swooping in to save Tony. The thing was that he did not have the authority to arrest Stane.
But he knew just someone who did and was also probably in the vicinity, investigating everything.
The number he had for Coulson flashed in his mind as he flipped out a burner phone, he kept several dozen on hand, dialed the number and waited for Agent Coulson to pick it up.
The call was picked up after a short while and Coulson, being the paranoid agent that he was, instantly demanded an answer to, "Who is this?"
He spoke through the many layers of voice modulation through his onesie, "Is this Agent Coulson? I know you are investigating a case involving Tony Stark and are near his company's HQ. A situation has arisen at his Malibu residence, involving Stane, whom I assume you know as a person of interest?"
He heard shuffling noises in the background as Coulson spoke, "Do you have any evidence of this? Why should we believe you?" He grinned as he heard the man speed walking and then a car door closing.
"Well, might as well give you a little tip. I suppose you have already seen some of my actions, in Gulmirah?" There was a sharp intake of air on the other side as Coulson mumbled, "You're Mysterio?"
"Bingo! Now, see you there, Agent!" With that, he hung up the call, crushed the phone and deposited in the hammerspace of the orange inside. It was small but enough to hold a couple of phones, and a change of clothes if he needed one.
He used to just roam around with nothing on his person because he did not need anything in particular, and if he did, it was just a quick portal away. Despite his lacklustre portal abilities, he could use them after a certain number of tries so getting stuff from either the Red Hearth or from his Earthen bachelor pad was not hard, not at all.
Now, it was a bit more complex since he did not want to rely on Jin'Ya all the time, hence the small pocket space. Also, it was a great way to practice his enchantment because creating an anchored expanded space was one thing but creating a pocket space that was always moving, not to mention weaving it into an existing enchanted object? It was tough and he kind of liked it.
If there was not a crisis brewing around the corner all the time, he could totally see himself becoming a tinker of magical enchantments, just creating stuff for the heroes of the planet, so the good side always won.
It was something he could still do, once the dust settled, whenever that is.
So, he floated there, cross legged, waiting and watching as Stane and Tony had a conversation over pizza that Stane bought. There was a trace of anger in Tony's face as the conversation moved over to some tense matter, apparently.
Probably something to do with trying to oust Tony. He wondered why the hell Stane would do small talk, only to realise as he slowly turned around, to see an honest to god ninja of sorts just jump over the high compound walls, clad in all black. The darkness of the night and the dim lights around that area made the perfect cover for their activities in the dark but his eyes could see them easily.
A single person, stature indicated a male stature, fairly lean, holding on to a briefcase of sorts. Well, something interesting, he thought to himself, slowly floating towards them as well, watching in amusement as they advanced further into the compound, looking around furtively.
This was probably why Jarvis was unable to help Tony immediately. Some sort of localised EMP, then? Or a virus?
His thoughts were soon answered as the thief, as if knowing the exact plans for this place, found a rather large panel, hidden as a decoration in the garden. They also had a key for that, fantastic.
Tony would need a rather large reading on operational security once this was over because who in their right mind would decide to use a physical key as the only piece of security between your handy dandy AI who ran most of your life, and any would be intruder who wanted to attack you in your home.
A home that was very vulnerable, he realised. Well, another thing to lecture Tony on.
Letting the thief to his devices, he floated back to keep an eye on Tony, whilst maintaining a high enough vantage point to make sure that the thief did not flee from him. A well placed blow should be enough to incapacitate him and if not, then he could always hold both him and Stane until Coulson arrives.
The only worry he had about this whole situation was that Tony would never get to reveal himself to the world with that cocky smirk on his face, though, he knew enough about Tony's narcissistic tendencies to realise that Tony would inevitably out himself as Iron Man, no matter the obstacle in the way. Of that, he was certain.
Keeping the camera steady, he waited and watched. There was barely a blip in power around him as the thief did what he had to do and began packing up his suitcase, after closing the hatch which was probably Jarvis' way of interacting with the world.
He saw Stane relax immediately after that, as he began fishing something out from his pocket. He smiled at that, a flick of his hand, releasing multiple Air Doors, creating a small cube around the ninja, and then watched as the ninja was ragdolled through the door after multiple currents of high speed air were unleashed upon him.
He raised an eyebrow as the ninja, despite coughing blood, was still conscious, which was remarkable. Maybe the ninja was not a regular ninja then? A super soldier, perhaps? Or just plain old dumb human tenaciousness.
Either way, the ninja was in custody as he watched Tony turn around to fetch a drink, on Stane's request perhaps, and then for Stane to take out a small black object from his coat. The glee on the man's face was sickening as he pressed the button on that device, making Tony stiffen and then collapse on the ground, the empty glass in his hand shattering on impact.
He sighed as he realised the pain Tony was under and decided that it was enough evidence at this point, floating through the ceiling sized glass windows, shattering them on impact. He enjoyed the way Stane flinched and turned around, fishing for something else in his pockets, probably a gun?
Sadly, the obese middle aged man never got the chance to do anything as a hand made up of Dimensional Energy lashed out at him, grabbing him by the face. Another, much smaller one grabbed the black device and after fiddling for a second, pressed the only button on it, sighing in relief as the veins on Tony's forehead began receding as the man all but collapsed on the ground, but not twitching in pain anymore.
"Now, then," He grinned as he pulled Stane close, the man kicking his legs in the air, as his eyes widened in terror and fear, "Shall we get started?"
Then, a moment later, the man's eyes rolled in the back of his skull and he fainted on the spot. "Uh," he muttered a moment later, his hand punting Stane in the other direction since the man had pissed himself out of fear.
The sound of multiple cars harshly breaking broke him out of the slight disgust he felt at his hands holding onto someone who had pissed himself. Checking on Tony to make sure he was breathing fine, only knocked out, he turned around and sat down on a throne like chair built entirely of Dimensional Energy.
It was uncomfortable but that was not the point.
Presentation was important.
MegaMind was right in that regard.
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DoorMan #116
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Phil Coulson–
To be honest, when he got that call and heard the information coming out the other end, he should have immediately informed Director Fury but he wanted to hold off on confirming the presence of the biggest thorn on the agency's side, until he could confirm it.
As for the matter of Stane, he was already being investigated by them for shady transactions and missing weapons shipments that somehow found their way into the hands of either foreign governments who were not on the sanctioned list of countries that were allowed to buy Stark Industries' advanced weaponry or in the hands of terrorists, plain and simple.
The Ten Rings were one such terrorist group that had found their hands on not just Stark Weaponry but the man himself. The rescue by the one who calls himself Mysterio had already raised alarm bells in SHIELD and Director Fury himself was going to speak with Stark soon enough but he never thought their intention of giving the clearly traumatised man some time to cool off would result in…this.
The cars skid to a halt, as he calmly got out, only to stop in his steps as he saw the yellow glow, even from this far away. That damned yellow glow. Sighing, he took out his phone and pressed send on the pre written message. He was sure that a thorough scolding was what awaited him once the Director came to know that he waited till the last moment to inform him about the presence of Mysterio in the house of Tony Stark.
"Stand down, non lethal weapons only! Create a perimeter!" He ordered as he walked forward, raising an eyebrow at the remnants of a glass that had been shattered, probably something worth a couple of months of his salary as he stepped through the front door and…froze.
Only for a moment but he froze, seeing the giant throne, on top of which the man sat with the signature orange onesie. The man who was by all means an above-average person in all size metrics, looked positively tiny compared to the throne that floated in the air.
Such petty use of such phenomenal powers. The analysts were right, this is either a person who never grew up mentally or someone who actually never grew up, i.e., someone less than 20 years old.
"Mysterio? You called," Holstering the gun and signalling everyone else to do the same, he walked forward, raising an eyebrow at the downed forms of one Tony Stark, one Obadiah Stane and another person clad completely in black.
"Yes, I did. I'm glad you arrived on time. Any late and poor Stane here might have suffered a heart attack," Mysterio gestured at the groaning man, as he walked forward and knelt by all the unconscious people present in the room one by one. He sighed in relief as he confirmed that all three of them were breathing with Stane and the person in black suffering the most injuries.
"Don't worry, I did not kill any of them. They're not worth the trouble it would bring with you guys," Mysterio said, clearly amused by the situation, as he radioed in for medical assistance, as well as transport for high priority civilian, i.e., Stark.
"Ah, no need for that, actually," Mysterio said and he tensed immediately as a Door appeared right above them, almost covering the entire ceiling, glowing the same colour as the one he saw in that shaky footage, recording the fact that Mysterio here can heal people en masse.
"Wai-" before he could voice his protest in or jump out of the range of that massive door, the Door glowed and a single tendril of golden yellow latched itself onto Stark. He stilled immediately, consciously angling himself so that the camera on his person could get the best angle for this because there being a single tendril meant that he was theoretically not under any risk of being subjected to unauthorised, untested healing.
They were still waiting for reports to come trickling in about the status of all the people in the town of Gulmirah who had been healed by Mysterio. For what reason? They did not know because there were certainly areas all around the world full of people even more miserable and yet, they recorded no such activities in those areas by Mysterio.
As sad as it was, it was the truth. So far, for the last two appearances, the common denominator was Stark but that did not prove anything because before that, Mysterio conducted half a dozen raids on secured SHIELD ships to raid data on a project that is now shelved indefinitely, as far as the official reports are concerned.
He knew Fury better to take anything the man said at face value.
The tendril disappeared a minute later, taking the Door with it, as Mysterio proclaimed, "There! As good as new,"
It was proven true when Mr.Stark woke up with a gasp, patting down his chest and his head, blinking to get out of the shock of being knocked out. He was about to question Mysterio about what had happened only for the man to volunteer the information.
"Stane came here, with the intention of killing Tony or atleast leaving him to die anyway," he handed over Mr.Stark to a medic nearby, one of the few cleared to remain in the room to hear the stuff being spoken as he gave his full attention to Mysterio.
"With this," He raised his hand to gingerly take in the device presented to him by one of Mysterio's arms. Day by day, the threat rating for this person goes up in SHIELD's database. Seeing it in person only cemented the threat because if he could just make up hands, thrones, claws, and more, what couldn't he make? Weapons? Tools? Swords so sharp they could cut through steel?
It seemed as if it was only limited by his imagination and if there was something that humanity did not lack in any way, shape or form, it was imagination.
"That is apparently one of Stark Industries' experimental prototypes. They never got the approval for it, as far as I can tell but Stane here, clearly found a use for it. He also had this," He hastily put the small device into his pocket to take the much bigger one. "It was probably meant to take out the Arc Reactor in Tony's chest, and seeing as the man needed that to live, I think you can put attempted murder on the litany of charges for him."
"Thank you for that," He gingerly put that down into the evidence suitcase one of his team members had opened up.
"Wha-" he turned around to see Mr.Stark awake and standing up, looking at the situation around him with wide, stressed eyes. "What the hell just happened? Obi-he–he tried to–"
"Calm down, Mr.Stark," He raised his hands, trying to appear as non threatening as possible but before he could do anything, Mr.Stark looked around, then froze as if he remembered something specific before he ran down the stairs, presumably into the basement, his lab.
Clearing his throat, he ignored the rapid buzzing from his phone, likely a message from Director Fury, "So, can I ask you some questions from down here or do I need to call in a ladder?" He gestured at the over the top throne floating above ground, making him crane his neck to look up at Mysterio, which he assumed to be the plan from the beginning.
There was a tense moment of silence before the throne disappeared, Mysterio, orange and hideously visible, dropped down from the sky, completely silently he noted to himself, "Huh, that's funny, Coulson. Now, shoot,"
Slightly taken aback by that, he instead began mentally preparing a list of the most important questions that had a chance of being answered but before he could open his mouth and ask any question, the floor split apart right behind Mysterio as Iron Man burst through it and flew away.
"Huh," Mysterio remarked to himself, before awkwardly waving at Coulson, "Guess I better check that out, huh? Later,"
And just like that, Mysterio was gone and with it, his chance of asking the man some of the burning questions that Director Fury would no doubt want the answers to.
He did not groan in annoyance, no matter how much he wanted to. After all, he had an image to maintain.
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DoorMan #116
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Phil Coulson–
To be honest, when he got that call and heard the information coming out the other end, he should have immediately informed Director Fury but he wanted to hold off on confirming the presence of the biggest thorn on the agency's side, until he could confirm it.
As for the matter of Stane, he was already being investigated by them for shady transactions and missing weapons shipments that somehow found their way into the hands of either foreign governments who were not on the sanctioned list of countries that were allowed to buy Stark Industries' advanced weaponry or in the hands of terrorists, plain and simple.
The Ten Rings were one such terrorist group that had found their hands on not just Stark Weaponry but the man himself. The rescue by the one who calls himself Mysterio had already raised alarm bells in SHIELD and Director Fury himself was going to speak with Stark soon enough but he never thought their intention of giving the clearly traumatised man some time to cool off would result in…this.
The cars skid to a halt, as he calmly got out, only to stop in his steps as he saw the yellow glow, even from this far away. That damned yellow glow. Sighing, he took out his phone and pressed send on the pre written message. He was sure that a thorough scolding was what awaited him once the Director came to know that he waited till the last moment to inform him about the presence of Mysterio in the house of Tony Stark.
"Stand down, non lethal weapons only! Create a perimeter!" He ordered as he walked forward, raising an eyebrow at the remnants of a glass that had been shattered, probably something worth a couple of months of his salary as he stepped through the front door and…froze.
Only for a moment but he froze, seeing the giant throne, on top of which the man sat with the signature orange onesie. The man who was by all means an above-average person in all size metrics, looked positively tiny compared to the throne that floated in the air.
Such petty use of such phenomenal powers. The analysts were right, this is either a person who never grew up mentally or someone who actually never grew up, i.e., someone less than 20 years old.
"Mysterio? You called," Holstering the gun and signalling everyone else to do the same, he walked forward, raising an eyebrow at the downed forms of one Tony Stark, one Obadiah Stane and another person clad completely in black.
"Yes, I did. I'm glad you arrived on time. Any late and poor Stane here might have suffered a heart attack," Mysterio gestured at the groaning man, as he walked forward and knelt by all the unconscious people present in the room one by one. He sighed in relief as he confirmed that all three of them were breathing with Stane and the person in black suffering the most injuries.
"Don't worry, I did not kill any of them. They're not worth the trouble it would bring with you guys," Mysterio said, clearly amused by the situation, as he radioed in for medical assistance, as well as transport for high priority civilian, i.e., Stark.
"Ah, no need for that, actually," Mysterio said and he tensed immediately as a Door appeared right above them, almost covering the entire ceiling, glowing the same colour as the one he saw in that shaky footage, recording the fact that Mysterio here can heal people en masse.
"Wai-" before he could voice his protest in or jump out of the range of that massive door, the Door glowed and a single tendril of golden yellow latched itself onto Stark. He stilled immediately, consciously angling himself so that the camera on his person could get the best angle for this because there being a single tendril meant that he was theoretically not under any risk of being subjected to unauthorised, untested healing.
They were still waiting for reports to come trickling in about the status of all the people in the town of Gulmirah who had been healed by Mysterio. For what reason? They did not know because there were certainly areas all around the world full of people even more miserable and yet, they recorded no such activities in those areas by Mysterio.
As sad as it was, it was the truth. So far, for the last two appearances, the common denominator was Stark but that did not prove anything because before that, Mysterio conducted half a dozen raids on secured SHIELD ships to raid data on a project that is now shelved indefinitely, as far as the official reports are concerned.
He knew Fury better to take anything the man said at face value.
The tendril disappeared a minute later, taking the Door with it, as Mysterio proclaimed, "There! As good as new,"
It was proven true when Mr.Stark woke up with a gasp, patting down his chest and his head, blinking to get out of the shock of being knocked out. He was about to question Mysterio about what had happened only for the man to volunteer the information.
"Stane came here, with the intention of killing Tony or atleast leaving him to die anyway," he handed over Mr.Stark to a medic nearby, one of the few cleared to remain in the room to hear the stuff being spoken as he gave his full attention to Mysterio.
"With this," He raised his hand to gingerly take in the device presented to him by one of Mysterio's arms. Day by day, the threat rating for this person goes up in SHIELD's database. Seeing it in person only cemented the threat because if he could just make up hands, thrones, claws, and more, what couldn't he make? Weapons? Tools? Swords so sharp they could cut through steel?
It seemed as if it was only limited by his imagination and if there was something that humanity did not lack in any way, shape or form, it was imagination.
"That is apparently one of Stark Industries' experimental prototypes. They never got the approval for it, as far as I can tell but Stane here, clearly found a use for it. He also had this," He hastily put the small device into his pocket to take the much bigger one. "It was probably meant to take out the Arc Reactor in Tony's chest, and seeing as the man needed that to live, I think you can put attempted murder on the litany of charges for him."
"Thank you for that," He gingerly put that down into the evidence suitcase one of his team members had opened up.
"Wha-" he turned around to see Mr.Stark awake and standing up, looking at the situation around him with wide, stressed eyes. "What the hell just happened? Obi-he–he tried to–"
"Calm down, Mr.Stark," He raised his hands, trying to appear as non threatening as possible but before he could do anything, Mr.Stark looked around, then froze as if he remembered something specific before he ran down the stairs, presumably into the basement, his lab.
Clearing his throat, he ignored the rapid buzzing from his phone, likely a message from Director Fury, "So, can I ask you some questions from down here or do I need to call in a ladder?" He gestured at the over the top throne floating above ground, making him crane his neck to look up at Mysterio, which he assumed to be the plan from the beginning.
There was a tense moment of silence before the throne disappeared, Mysterio, orange and hideously visible, dropped down from the sky, completely silently he noted to himself, "Huh, that's funny, Coulson. Now, shoot,"
Slightly taken aback by that, he instead began mentally preparing a list of the most important questions that had a chance of being answered but before he could open his mouth and ask any question, the floor split apart right behind Mysterio as Iron Man burst through it and flew away.
"Huh," Mysterio remarked to himself, before awkwardly waving at Coulson, "Guess I better check that out, huh? Later,"
And just like that, Mysterio was gone and with it, his chance of asking the man some of the burning questions that Director Fury would no doubt want the answers to.
He did not groan in annoyance, no matter how much he wanted to. After all, he had an image to maintain.
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #117 : Portal Warfare!
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DoorMan #117
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Floating down the stairs, since it was so much easier than walking, he came face to face with Tony in his Iron Man suit, standing still, with no screens in front of him but he supposed that with the integrated HUD inside his faceplate, external screens were made redundant.
Still, he knew that Tony was not analysing anything inside, likely on the verge of a panic attack. "Tony?" He asked cautiously, staying away from the door, just in case Tony thought it to be overwhelming.
Iron Man whirled around, locking eyes with him before Tony turned away, "He tried to kill me," Tony remarked in a small voice.
He nodded, "Yup. That, he did. With your weapon, no less."
"Ha! Very funny," Tony chuckled bitterly. "I'm assuming he was here for the Arc Reactor?"
"And your suit, but he clearly wanted to make sure that the most important piece was secured before going for your suit's designs. After all, once you were dead, getting the data from the servers should not have been that hard."
Tony's faceplate slid off, revealing the man's troubled expression, "He disconnected Jarvis from everything." Gesturing at the sole active screen, showing a small orange wavelength, barely moving.
He shrugged at that, "Well, it was kind of your fault to let Jarvis remain so centralised, whilst keeping him dependent on a single hardline connection."
"You know, you are kinda shit at this consoling thing," Tony remarked, turning around to work on holodisplays that popped up out of nowhere.
"Not my job. It's Pepper's. She's on the way, by the way. Also, Stane, he will be–"
"I don't care about him." Tony snapped, then took a deep breath, "I just want him gone, that's all."
"Fine. Your call. I assume the suits will want a statement from you. Should I just shoo them off the property and tell them to come tomorrow or do you want to do it now?"
Tony chuckled a bit at that, "Yeah, tell them to come tomorrow. That sounds…nice."
"Fine. Just don't let that suit of armour fool you into thinking that you are safe from the feels. Dealing with them in an open and safe environment, that's how you deal with your feelings."
"I don't remember asking for a shrink."
"Well, the first session's free. See ya!" With a mock salute, he turned around and floated up to the first floor, landing in front of a clearly waiting Coulson, with no agents in sight, likely having cleaned up the area along with taking Stane into custody. He wondered who that ninja really was?
The Hand, maybe?
"I am sorry to inform you that Mr.Stark is indisposed as of this moment and is in no condition to make a statement. He wishes to inform you that he deeply regrets the inconvenience and to reconvene for this at a later date, likely tomorrow." He said, hands folded in front of his body, and droning off that statement in a monotone, bored voice.
Coulson just deadpanned at him before slowly nodding, "Alright. Please inform Mr.Stark that if he needs anything from the agency, here's my number."
He took the offered card, "I will let him know."
"You will not do that, will you?"
He grinned, behind the mask, "No, I will not."
With a mental request, a purple portal opened up behind him as he slowly floated backwards, watching Coulson clearly angle himself better to take pictures of the portal with the hidden cameras on his suit.
"See ya!"
____xx____
As soon as the portal closed, he sighed as he found himself, not in the portal room of the Red Hearth but the courtyard of Kamar Taj. The portal was not hijacked, which meant Jin'Ya meant to send him here. It was a very nifty skill, to create two layered portals, and then stitch them together so tightly that one couldn't even feel moving between two portals, a rare skill.
Another book he'd read in his quest to get better at the Mystic Arts. Portal Warfare, written by one of the Vanir Witches during her stint at Kamar Taj. She might even still be alive, if, you know, Odin didn't kill her because of her threat levels.
The woman could straight up create microscopic portals to different parts of the planet, creating purely physical attacks that were a menace to her enemies as they thought them to be spells. He had read written reports about her annihilating a Deviant colony with just a jet of pressurised lava, sped up to the point that she carved through the earth and killed the entire colony with that single portal.
A clear example of someone becoming absurdly strong if they pursued their field of mastery to the extreme.
Shaking his head to get rid of the unreasonable expectations of ever reaching that level of portal warfare, he turned around, to find the Ancient One and Wong looking at him. Wow, Wong did not look happy, not at all.
"Um, is this an intervention?" He asked, smiling a bit in an effort to lighten the mood, which clearly fell on its face since Wong still looked mad.
"In a manner of speaking, yes. Master Wong would like to speak with you," The Ancient One informed him and just walked right off, with Wong turning around and walking into one of the meeting rooms adjacent to the courtyard.
He sighed, and followed Wong, having an inkling as to what this was about. Once the door was closed, he sighed and said, "Look, is this about college?"
"Yes. Yes, it is. Why have you not shown your face to anyone? Your client's deals have been terminated, and your account is sitting there, collecting money. You have not called any of your friends, and you have returned none of the university's emails. Nothing."
Knowing this was coming and knowing that his reasoning would not satisfy Wong, he had tried to prolong this confrontation for as long as possible, but apparently, Wong was the person who confronted the problem head on. So, he explained his side.
"Because of this," He wiggled his shoulder, drawing Wong's attention to his arms, or lack thereof. Wong winced at that.
"Even still–"
"No, Wong. It is not because I don't have hands now. It is not just that. It is the fact that I lost my hands, and not because it was planned and I had prepared myself for any eventuality because the payoff of that fight would have been worth it. No, this just came straight out of the blue and I had to cut off both of my arms for that mistake.
God, it felt weird to offload all of that, but if there was someone he could rant to, it was Wong.
"I was cocky and arrogant, and despite the Ancient One turning that around into a net positive, I should not have done that. Confronting Dormammu, at my current level, was the height of foolishness, even if I did not know it was Dormammu when I began."
Wong remained silent, letting him speak. He did not know when a chair and table were in front of him, and a cup of tea was in his conjured hands as he continued to speak.
"I don't mind the lack of hands, I have clearly overcome that problem. But it is just a stark reminder of just how dangerous things can be in this universe and how easily I can get killed despite the level of preparations I know I can do. I know I should have done better, I just….I just don't know what I was thinking," He then chuckled and added, "If I was thinking at all."
Once he was done, he took a large sip of the tee and waited for it to regenerate as silence reigned for a minute or so.
It was Wong who broke it eventually, "I did not know you felt like that. Look, despite what you may think, no one here blames you. How could we? When you had to deal with Dormammu's forces, something that no one here other than the ancient One herself can boast of?"
He nodded at that but he knew something that Wong did not. The fact that the villain from Ta-Lo was a B tier threat at best, someone who was taken out by Shang-Chi wielding the Ten Rings. Someone, who, by all means, should have been little more than a footnote for someone of his powers.
And yet, in that same Ta-Lo, he somehow died and took Shuri with him. Oh, god, Shuri, with her brainwashing.
He groaned out loud at that, drawing a weird look from Wong. That was yet another can of worms he was in no mood to open, and yet, he knew that if he did not do something on his own, that particular problem would rear its ugly head soon enough.
It was always better to confront them on his own terms, instead of having to eat a faceful of Vibranium because he let the problem fester, to the point that Wakanda's Xenophobia was weaponised against the rest of the world.
He was going to have to go to Wakanda, wasn't he?
To venture into the den of Bast, huh?
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DoorMan #117
Stark Residence, Malibu [May 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Floating down the stairs, since it was so much easier than walking, he came face to face with Tony in his Iron Man suit, standing still, with no screens in front of him but he supposed that with the integrated HUD inside his faceplate, external screens were made redundant.
Still, he knew that Tony was not analysing anything inside, likely on the verge of a panic attack. "Tony?" He asked cautiously, staying away from the door, just in case Tony thought it to be overwhelming.
Iron Man whirled around, locking eyes with him before Tony turned away, "He tried to kill me," Tony remarked in a small voice.
He nodded, "Yup. That, he did. With your weapon, no less."
"Ha! Very funny," Tony chuckled bitterly. "I'm assuming he was here for the Arc Reactor?"
"And your suit, but he clearly wanted to make sure that the most important piece was secured before going for your suit's designs. After all, once you were dead, getting the data from the servers should not have been that hard."
Tony's faceplate slid off, revealing the man's troubled expression, "He disconnected Jarvis from everything." Gesturing at the sole active screen, showing a small orange wavelength, barely moving.
He shrugged at that, "Well, it was kind of your fault to let Jarvis remain so centralised, whilst keeping him dependent on a single hardline connection."
"You know, you are kinda shit at this consoling thing," Tony remarked, turning around to work on holodisplays that popped up out of nowhere.
"Not my job. It's Pepper's. She's on the way, by the way. Also, Stane, he will be–"
"I don't care about him." Tony snapped, then took a deep breath, "I just want him gone, that's all."
"Fine. Your call. I assume the suits will want a statement from you. Should I just shoo them off the property and tell them to come tomorrow or do you want to do it now?"
Tony chuckled a bit at that, "Yeah, tell them to come tomorrow. That sounds…nice."
"Fine. Just don't let that suit of armour fool you into thinking that you are safe from the feels. Dealing with them in an open and safe environment, that's how you deal with your feelings."
"I don't remember asking for a shrink."
"Well, the first session's free. See ya!" With a mock salute, he turned around and floated up to the first floor, landing in front of a clearly waiting Coulson, with no agents in sight, likely having cleaned up the area along with taking Stane into custody. He wondered who that ninja really was?
The Hand, maybe?
"I am sorry to inform you that Mr.Stark is indisposed as of this moment and is in no condition to make a statement. He wishes to inform you that he deeply regrets the inconvenience and to reconvene for this at a later date, likely tomorrow." He said, hands folded in front of his body, and droning off that statement in a monotone, bored voice.
Coulson just deadpanned at him before slowly nodding, "Alright. Please inform Mr.Stark that if he needs anything from the agency, here's my number."
He took the offered card, "I will let him know."
"You will not do that, will you?"
He grinned, behind the mask, "No, I will not."
With a mental request, a purple portal opened up behind him as he slowly floated backwards, watching Coulson clearly angle himself better to take pictures of the portal with the hidden cameras on his suit.
"See ya!"
____xx____
As soon as the portal closed, he sighed as he found himself, not in the portal room of the Red Hearth but the courtyard of Kamar Taj. The portal was not hijacked, which meant Jin'Ya meant to send him here. It was a very nifty skill, to create two layered portals, and then stitch them together so tightly that one couldn't even feel moving between two portals, a rare skill.
Another book he'd read in his quest to get better at the Mystic Arts. Portal Warfare, written by one of the Vanir Witches during her stint at Kamar Taj. She might even still be alive, if, you know, Odin didn't kill her because of her threat levels.
The woman could straight up create microscopic portals to different parts of the planet, creating purely physical attacks that were a menace to her enemies as they thought them to be spells. He had read written reports about her annihilating a Deviant colony with just a jet of pressurised lava, sped up to the point that she carved through the earth and killed the entire colony with that single portal.
A clear example of someone becoming absurdly strong if they pursued their field of mastery to the extreme.
Shaking his head to get rid of the unreasonable expectations of ever reaching that level of portal warfare, he turned around, to find the Ancient One and Wong looking at him. Wow, Wong did not look happy, not at all.
"Um, is this an intervention?" He asked, smiling a bit in an effort to lighten the mood, which clearly fell on its face since Wong still looked mad.
"In a manner of speaking, yes. Master Wong would like to speak with you," The Ancient One informed him and just walked right off, with Wong turning around and walking into one of the meeting rooms adjacent to the courtyard.
He sighed, and followed Wong, having an inkling as to what this was about. Once the door was closed, he sighed and said, "Look, is this about college?"
"Yes. Yes, it is. Why have you not shown your face to anyone? Your client's deals have been terminated, and your account is sitting there, collecting money. You have not called any of your friends, and you have returned none of the university's emails. Nothing."
Knowing this was coming and knowing that his reasoning would not satisfy Wong, he had tried to prolong this confrontation for as long as possible, but apparently, Wong was the person who confronted the problem head on. So, he explained his side.
"Because of this," He wiggled his shoulder, drawing Wong's attention to his arms, or lack thereof. Wong winced at that.
"Even still–"
"No, Wong. It is not because I don't have hands now. It is not just that. It is the fact that I lost my hands, and not because it was planned and I had prepared myself for any eventuality because the payoff of that fight would have been worth it. No, this just came straight out of the blue and I had to cut off both of my arms for that mistake.
God, it felt weird to offload all of that, but if there was someone he could rant to, it was Wong.
"I was cocky and arrogant, and despite the Ancient One turning that around into a net positive, I should not have done that. Confronting Dormammu, at my current level, was the height of foolishness, even if I did not know it was Dormammu when I began."
Wong remained silent, letting him speak. He did not know when a chair and table were in front of him, and a cup of tea was in his conjured hands as he continued to speak.
"I don't mind the lack of hands, I have clearly overcome that problem. But it is just a stark reminder of just how dangerous things can be in this universe and how easily I can get killed despite the level of preparations I know I can do. I know I should have done better, I just….I just don't know what I was thinking," He then chuckled and added, "If I was thinking at all."
Once he was done, he took a large sip of the tee and waited for it to regenerate as silence reigned for a minute or so.
It was Wong who broke it eventually, "I did not know you felt like that. Look, despite what you may think, no one here blames you. How could we? When you had to deal with Dormammu's forces, something that no one here other than the ancient One herself can boast of?"
He nodded at that but he knew something that Wong did not. The fact that the villain from Ta-Lo was a B tier threat at best, someone who was taken out by Shang-Chi wielding the Ten Rings. Someone, who, by all means, should have been little more than a footnote for someone of his powers.
And yet, in that same Ta-Lo, he somehow died and took Shuri with him. Oh, god, Shuri, with her brainwashing.
He groaned out loud at that, drawing a weird look from Wong. That was yet another can of worms he was in no mood to open, and yet, he knew that if he did not do something on his own, that particular problem would rear its ugly head soon enough.
It was always better to confront them on his own terms, instead of having to eat a faceful of Vibranium because he let the problem fester, to the point that Wakanda's Xenophobia was weaponised against the rest of the world.
He was going to have to go to Wakanda, wasn't he?
To venture into the den of Bast, huh?
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