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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #24 : Brucie Bear POV!
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DoorMan #24
Canadian Wilderness [January 18, 2008]
–Bruce Banner–
He had resigned himself to this fate, to running from the government for all his life. Resigned himself to inevitably encountering them, turned into the Hulk, and then wake up somewhere else with the blood of unknown people on his hands, and clothes. More than once, he had scrubbed his skin off when he had woken up, with his hands and fists covered in blood, more than likely to be of some soldier who was just following orders and had no business being near the Monster that was the Hulk.
So, when Ross finally found and cornered him here, in the middle of nowhere, in Canada, he had once again, resigned himself to get hurt, blackout, and then wake up somewhere else with literal blood and guts on his body, only to be violently taken aback as someone with an orange suit landed right in the middle of the standoff he had with the Military that was inevitably going to turn violent.
He was unsure what this new variable was going to do, so he opted to observe his actions and he had to say, standing in a translucent box, he was very much glad that he listened to his instincts and did not do anything overt.
Watching the man not just tank bullets but also destroy multiple missiles, was, in a way, relieving. It was proof that he was not the only monster in the world. That there were multiple others just like him out there.
Despite the danger the orange suit fellow had put himself in, the fact that there were people out there who could do things just like him calmed him down a bit and made him feel a sense of peace after a long time of running in despair.
Ross had long since left the battlefield, as was expected of him since the man was usually one of the very few people who survived all the encounters with the Hulk with all his limbs intact. Through the multiple transformations he had undergone, he knew that the Hulk only targeted the ones who attacked him, usually attacking with the intent of getting away from the fight, something that he only noticed recently.
It would also not kill all of the attackers, despite having the opportunity to. That was small mercies but it also meant that he was now effectively a mass murderer and more importantly, a traitor since he had killed multiple armed soldiers under the government's employ.
Still, some hope seems to have returned if this obviously powerful and resourceful person had come to his rescue. He did not know what was waiting for him but watching all the soldiers being forced to retreat was a welcome sight, especially since he was watching all of this from the safety of a box that was Doors on all sides.
Some sort of energy projections capable of taking immense damage and benign stacked on top of each other, as he was now in an enclosed space. He had flinched at first when the first few bullets struck the doors but by the time the confrontation ended, there was a pile of bullets all around him and he was not worried about them at all.
Seeing that everyone was retreating, looking fearfully at the one man who stopped their advance, he was about to say something when the orange man abruptly stopped. Even from a distance and within his safe box, he felt the air change as he squinted at the now glowing man who jumped.
He shared looks with the soldiers who were frozen still and as if some sort of shared command was shared between them, scrambled to retreat, to go back to their camp or something.
He sighed and slumped on the ground, pushing with his legs at the doors and sighing once more when he saw that they refused to budge. He was just another prisoner then. It was just his luck. At Least this time, it was someone who might be able to save people around him if he ever turned back into that monster.
"Hello." His neck snapped up as he saw something that made him do a double take. A small purple speck of light floated in front of him. He must have gone mad because he just heard a voice and some part of him was telling him that this purple speck was the source of that voice.
He leaned back on the door, using it as a cushion, hard as it was, to get his bearings.
"Hello?" He looked around as the voice echoed in the chamber once more.
"Who's there?" Technically, nothing should have come inside since there was no visible space for someone to enter the box. He was unsure how much longer his oxygen supply would last if the chamber was airtight. That orange person better come back soon because if the Hulk came out, this barrier stood no chance of surviving the monster's fists.
"Yes, I am the one speaking. Follow the light, please." The slightly patronising voice indeed came from the speck of light as it zoomed all around the chamber before stopping right in front of him.
"Hello?"
"How many times will you make me say that? Anyways, while he is dealing with the Army General, I have some questions for you."
He gulped and nodded, "Okay."
"Alright, do you wish to come under our protection? I can guarantee safe space, essentially guaranteed along with solitude if that is what you wish."
His throat suddenly felt dry, and not just because the last water he had drunk that was not ice was a day ago, and replied, "What are the conditions?" Even in this condition, he knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch.
"Ah, a smart cookie. I like your kind. Ideally, taking you off the radar of the world's governments would be all we need but if you are amenable to that, we can arrange for research equip–"
"No!" He shouted and then continued in a smaller voice, "No, I will not be working to make another one like me. You will not get any blood sample, not even a speck of knowledge from me if that is your aim. I will make this clear upfront." He could feel the Hulk stirring from deep within, as the perceived threat to his being reared its ugly head.
"No. Why would we need another one of you if we have you? No, what I meant is other research. You will have your freedom to do so but that is just secondary. The primary objective is making sure that the world does not descend into yet another arm's race because everyone and their grandmas know that you exist."
The light then brightened briefly, "Tell you what, this is the only requirement we have from you, keep our secrets. You will inevitably be exposed to stuff that the world does not know about if you are going to work with that guy, and all I need is a guarantee that you will not expose our secrets to the rest of the world. Alright?"
He hesitated a bit because what if these were hardened criminals but then he remembered that the stress of working with such people would eventually mark the return of the Hulk anyway and he would escape them anyway, so he nodded, "Yes." Anyway, he had to get out of here quickly.
Who knows what Ross might come back with? This time it was missiles, which was new because that level of heavy ordinance was only bought out when he turned into the monster, at least that is what he collected from the brief flashes of memory he got from his time as the Monster.
He then flinched as the sound of something hitting the ground came to him. Through the dust, he tensed as he saw the slight orange hue of the person.
He stood up, tense and wary as the Doors all dissipated into motes of light, and the purple speck of light flickered before appearing right next to the Orange person's head. He had to get that person's name because calling him the Orange person was getting odd, in his head.
He gingerly shook the hand of the person, "Dr.Banner, I assume my partner briefed you on the requirements in exchange for protection?"
He nodded hastily as the man summoned yet another Door and gestured for him to stand atop it. This one was a bit larger, and clearly meant for multiple people to step on. He noticed the dozens of smaller doors attached to every angle of the larger Door.
He wondered what they were for.
His questions were soon answered as the Door steadily lifted off the ground. It wobbled a bit but then he saw the reason why. The smaller doors were releasing jets of air so that the larger Door could move about.
"Fascinating." He muttered to himself as he rubbed his glasses that were totally the wrong prescription but beggars could not be choosers, especially when the Hulk destroyed his glasses and he had to pick the closest glasses he could find.
Stepping closer, he saw that the forests were passing by at a much faster speed than he expected them to, especially since there were no buffeting winds at this speed.
Again, "Fascinating."
He had a hunch this was going to be, if nothing else, an interesting experience nonetheless. Experiencing what must come closest to unaided flight was a reward on its own.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Also, I write Snippets for multiple MCU stories on Patreon and you can vote for their periodic release in a weekly poll I run there.
DoorMan #24
Canadian Wilderness [January 18, 2008]
–Bruce Banner–
He had resigned himself to this fate, to running from the government for all his life. Resigned himself to inevitably encountering them, turned into the Hulk, and then wake up somewhere else with the blood of unknown people on his hands, and clothes. More than once, he had scrubbed his skin off when he had woken up, with his hands and fists covered in blood, more than likely to be of some soldier who was just following orders and had no business being near the Monster that was the Hulk.
So, when Ross finally found and cornered him here, in the middle of nowhere, in Canada, he had once again, resigned himself to get hurt, blackout, and then wake up somewhere else with literal blood and guts on his body, only to be violently taken aback as someone with an orange suit landed right in the middle of the standoff he had with the Military that was inevitably going to turn violent.
He was unsure what this new variable was going to do, so he opted to observe his actions and he had to say, standing in a translucent box, he was very much glad that he listened to his instincts and did not do anything overt.
Watching the man not just tank bullets but also destroy multiple missiles, was, in a way, relieving. It was proof that he was not the only monster in the world. That there were multiple others just like him out there.
Despite the danger the orange suit fellow had put himself in, the fact that there were people out there who could do things just like him calmed him down a bit and made him feel a sense of peace after a long time of running in despair.
Ross had long since left the battlefield, as was expected of him since the man was usually one of the very few people who survived all the encounters with the Hulk with all his limbs intact. Through the multiple transformations he had undergone, he knew that the Hulk only targeted the ones who attacked him, usually attacking with the intent of getting away from the fight, something that he only noticed recently.
It would also not kill all of the attackers, despite having the opportunity to. That was small mercies but it also meant that he was now effectively a mass murderer and more importantly, a traitor since he had killed multiple armed soldiers under the government's employ.
Still, some hope seems to have returned if this obviously powerful and resourceful person had come to his rescue. He did not know what was waiting for him but watching all the soldiers being forced to retreat was a welcome sight, especially since he was watching all of this from the safety of a box that was Doors on all sides.
Some sort of energy projections capable of taking immense damage and benign stacked on top of each other, as he was now in an enclosed space. He had flinched at first when the first few bullets struck the doors but by the time the confrontation ended, there was a pile of bullets all around him and he was not worried about them at all.
Seeing that everyone was retreating, looking fearfully at the one man who stopped their advance, he was about to say something when the orange man abruptly stopped. Even from a distance and within his safe box, he felt the air change as he squinted at the now glowing man who jumped.
He shared looks with the soldiers who were frozen still and as if some sort of shared command was shared between them, scrambled to retreat, to go back to their camp or something.
He sighed and slumped on the ground, pushing with his legs at the doors and sighing once more when he saw that they refused to budge. He was just another prisoner then. It was just his luck. At Least this time, it was someone who might be able to save people around him if he ever turned back into that monster.
"Hello." His neck snapped up as he saw something that made him do a double take. A small purple speck of light floated in front of him. He must have gone mad because he just heard a voice and some part of him was telling him that this purple speck was the source of that voice.
He leaned back on the door, using it as a cushion, hard as it was, to get his bearings.
"Hello?" He looked around as the voice echoed in the chamber once more.
"Who's there?" Technically, nothing should have come inside since there was no visible space for someone to enter the box. He was unsure how much longer his oxygen supply would last if the chamber was airtight. That orange person better come back soon because if the Hulk came out, this barrier stood no chance of surviving the monster's fists.
"Yes, I am the one speaking. Follow the light, please." The slightly patronising voice indeed came from the speck of light as it zoomed all around the chamber before stopping right in front of him.
"Hello?"
"How many times will you make me say that? Anyways, while he is dealing with the Army General, I have some questions for you."
He gulped and nodded, "Okay."
"Alright, do you wish to come under our protection? I can guarantee safe space, essentially guaranteed along with solitude if that is what you wish."
His throat suddenly felt dry, and not just because the last water he had drunk that was not ice was a day ago, and replied, "What are the conditions?" Even in this condition, he knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch.
"Ah, a smart cookie. I like your kind. Ideally, taking you off the radar of the world's governments would be all we need but if you are amenable to that, we can arrange for research equip–"
"No!" He shouted and then continued in a smaller voice, "No, I will not be working to make another one like me. You will not get any blood sample, not even a speck of knowledge from me if that is your aim. I will make this clear upfront." He could feel the Hulk stirring from deep within, as the perceived threat to his being reared its ugly head.
"No. Why would we need another one of you if we have you? No, what I meant is other research. You will have your freedom to do so but that is just secondary. The primary objective is making sure that the world does not descend into yet another arm's race because everyone and their grandmas know that you exist."
The light then brightened briefly, "Tell you what, this is the only requirement we have from you, keep our secrets. You will inevitably be exposed to stuff that the world does not know about if you are going to work with that guy, and all I need is a guarantee that you will not expose our secrets to the rest of the world. Alright?"
He hesitated a bit because what if these were hardened criminals but then he remembered that the stress of working with such people would eventually mark the return of the Hulk anyway and he would escape them anyway, so he nodded, "Yes." Anyway, he had to get out of here quickly.
Who knows what Ross might come back with? This time it was missiles, which was new because that level of heavy ordinance was only bought out when he turned into the monster, at least that is what he collected from the brief flashes of memory he got from his time as the Monster.
He then flinched as the sound of something hitting the ground came to him. Through the dust, he tensed as he saw the slight orange hue of the person.
He stood up, tense and wary as the Doors all dissipated into motes of light, and the purple speck of light flickered before appearing right next to the Orange person's head. He had to get that person's name because calling him the Orange person was getting odd, in his head.
He gingerly shook the hand of the person, "Dr.Banner, I assume my partner briefed you on the requirements in exchange for protection?"
He nodded hastily as the man summoned yet another Door and gestured for him to stand atop it. This one was a bit larger, and clearly meant for multiple people to step on. He noticed the dozens of smaller doors attached to every angle of the larger Door.
He wondered what they were for.
His questions were soon answered as the Door steadily lifted off the ground. It wobbled a bit but then he saw the reason why. The smaller doors were releasing jets of air so that the larger Door could move about.
"Fascinating." He muttered to himself as he rubbed his glasses that were totally the wrong prescription but beggars could not be choosers, especially when the Hulk destroyed his glasses and he had to pick the closest glasses he could find.
Stepping closer, he saw that the forests were passing by at a much faster speed than he expected them to, especially since there were no buffeting winds at this speed.
Again, "Fascinating."
He had a hunch this was going to be, if nothing else, an interesting experience nonetheless. Experiencing what must come closest to unaided flight was a reward on its own.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Also, I write Snippets for multiple MCU stories on Patreon and you can vote for their periodic release in a weekly poll I run there.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #25 : Cringey Teenagers, Cancer CHI & Cyclops....
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DoorMan #25
Above the Canadian Wilderness [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Baxter boy, are you sure about this?" Mentally reverbed in his head as he stood, arms crossed on the giant noticeable Door, sweating bullets and keeping track as this was the first time he had been this exposed to Satellite tracking and considering that he could not use portals in front of the entire military intelligence wing that was keeping track of him right now, it was getting a wee bit harder to choose what to do, in terms of safely getting home.
The Ocean was still a bit far away and he was not yet that practiced with this mode of transportation. With Jin'YA, that disadvantage was negated but he really wanted to maintain his cool look in front of Dr.Baner. That was all it stemmed down to, keeping his image. God, he sounded like a cringey teenager right now.
"Which you technically are," of which, Jin'Ya never failed to remind him.
Meanwhile, Dr.Banner, ever the inquisitive scientist, had kneeled down near the edge and was looking at the smaller doors attached to the Bigger one while muttering some formulas that he chose to ignore at this point.
"And I was not talking about getting home without being spotted. I was talking about Ross," Ah, that. He tried not to think of the consequences of the actions he took in extreme anger. Exhaling, he winced as he imagined the condition Ross would suffer once he got back to his base.
What he had done was actually a quite strong response to Ross' actions but in that moment, that was the only thing he could think of that would put Ross in his place.
Cancer.
Yup, he had given Ross an advanced form of cancer. See, there was a finite amount of times a cell could divide. If the cell divides an unlimited number of times, it is deemed as cancer.
CHI was something that defied the understanding of the human body, at least as far as humans went, and not only healed the cell but also made it more resilient so it could divide more times than it naturally could have.
CHI was also something that responded to human emotions. Stronger emotions led to CHI impacts being that much more powerful and harmful to the human body. That is why it is very important for the Iron Fist to remain calm under any situation because when angry, the colossal(relatively) amount of CHI in an Iron Fist's hand would fuck up a normal human even being in the same vicinity, not to mention if even a light punch grazed their bodies.
CHI was neutral in its composition but the user could influence it to do a variety of things. That is what he had done there. In a fit of anger, he deliberately released some of his CHI that was tainted by his emotions at the time, leading to Ross getting Cancer.
He did not know what kind and frankly, he did not care, at all. What he was sure of, was that Ross was going to write off his men as casualties by Hulk and his new co-conspirator and if one happened to survive, he was going to kill that man himself.
That was his thought process at the time, according to Jin'Ya and that was something he could not tolerate that tragedy happening under his watch, at all. Not when there was something he could do about it.
He circled around the area, deliberately making sure that the satellites that were undoubtedly keeping watch over him were also indirectly monitoring the military convoy right below him. Ross probably knew that he was right above him but someone higher up probably restrained him or atleast rescinded his ability to call in missile strikes on foreign soil because he could not sense any missile heading his way.
His senses, while not surpassing his visual sensory distance, was leagues behind Jin'Ya's master psionic senses because the dragon could sense missiles as soon as they were launched by a couple of stealth Jets.
"Um, Hi? Where are we going? You do realise that we are actively being tracked right now?" Bruce, seemingly done with his research on the marvels that were his Doors, stood right next to him, glancing regularly at the speck of purple light that was Jin'Ya's way of camouflaging himself.
He sighed, and slowly stopped the Door. Bruce was confused but the next second a series of much smaller Doors appeared all around them before turning the single platform into a cocoon of Doors. Grinning a bit at the ridiculous idea that had entered his mind, he turned to Bruce, "Buckle up!"
Bruce's, "To What?!" was expertly ignored as he received an affirmation from Jin'Ya about the feasibility of his plan, just as the Doors were all locked in, and he was ready to start expelling some serious thrust out of it.
"I hope you don't get motion sickness," He mumbled to Bruce, and before he could get a reply in, with a thunderous sound that flattened the trees right below them and almost created a crater, the small rectangular box of Doors shot up in the air, straight through the clouds, even as Bruce screamed and hugged the Doors, or at least tried to.
Soon, the screams faded as Bruce saw the ground leaving his vision, replaced by an inky blue denoting the oceans of the planet, courtesy of him turning all the Doors translucent. The thing that probably stopped Bruce's screams was because they were not feeling the pesky effects of inertia and gravity on their bodies, and that was due to the one and only Jin'Ya, Draconic Psionic extraordinaire.
The thin sheen of purple all around the Doors was an indicator of Jin'Ya using what he liked to call a Pseudo-Domain, the ability to control all matter in a set area. Having honed that ability to the highest level possible (probably), Jin'Ya turned simple telekinesis into borderline reality control within a set zone.
"Alright, Dr.Banner, all jokes aside, we will now be going to my home base. Now, you might see some unusual things but please keep your questions for last. In fact, we will be having a lengthy discussion soon because I have to leave once you are comfortable. Okay?"
The man gave him a shaky smile. One he mirrored before the Door's thrust was cut off, and it began plummeting to the ground.
Ah, the screams had begun anew.
For someone who did not wish to fight the Hulk, they sure did put a lot of undue stress on the poor man's heart.
_____xx______
–One Eyed Cyclops–
His eyes narrowed as he looked at the satellite footage of Ross' latest clusterfucks. He had no idea why Pierce had restrained him from even hiding Bruce from the rest of the world but this, this huge international incident was enough for him to swoop in, no holds bar, and take over the entirety of the situation.
Only, the situation was not as good as he had imagined it to be. Oh, he totally expected to be righting Ross' wrongs for a long time but he did not expect to see his mystery orange perpetrator involving himself in this as well.
Clearly, the man has been holding back a lot from them. He zoomed in on the use of the barriers, at least that's what the eggheads had taken to calling them though it clearly looked like a Door in the videos. The multiple videos that had appeared on the Dark Web before they were taken down and also through the multiple cameras that the Soldiers had.
Ross' act of attacking someone who was clearly more interested in diplomacy had raised quite a few eyebrows but it would have all been worth it if Ross had something to show for it. Now, all they had were a bunch of riled up Canadians demanding an explanation as to why they were there, and no Banner to show for it.
His door beeped as an authorised person entered his office. He didn't look up even as Coulson arrived in front of him and patiently waited for his orders.
He supposed that the one good thing that came out of this was the fact that they couldn't rely on brute force to get their orange man. They needed finesse and more importantly, they needed to establish a diplomatic relationship with this man, because not only was he himself clearly very powerful and well trained, he now had exclusive access to the single most dangerous man on the planet.
For that, he needed…. "Coulson."
"Yes, sir."
He slid a file and a USB drive towards Coulson, "Take these. There is to be zero paper trail about this. You report directly to me on any updates. You will also be taking normal cases to throw off any suspicion. No INDEX entries either."
"I see. So soft approach? The hard one didn't work?" The man joked but all he received was silence.
"...I will see myself out."
He nodded and then resumed looking at the hundreds of videos that SHIELD had gathered. This…this was someone who could fit perfectly in the Avengers' Initiative. Now, all he needed was leverage to make this happen because the Council could not reject all his candidates if they could speak and think properly.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Also, I write Snippets for multiple MCU stories on Patreon and you can vote for their periodic release in a weekly poll I run there.
DoorMan #25
Above the Canadian Wilderness [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Baxter boy, are you sure about this?" Mentally reverbed in his head as he stood, arms crossed on the giant noticeable Door, sweating bullets and keeping track as this was the first time he had been this exposed to Satellite tracking and considering that he could not use portals in front of the entire military intelligence wing that was keeping track of him right now, it was getting a wee bit harder to choose what to do, in terms of safely getting home.
The Ocean was still a bit far away and he was not yet that practiced with this mode of transportation. With Jin'YA, that disadvantage was negated but he really wanted to maintain his cool look in front of Dr.Baner. That was all it stemmed down to, keeping his image. God, he sounded like a cringey teenager right now.
"Which you technically are," of which, Jin'Ya never failed to remind him.
Meanwhile, Dr.Banner, ever the inquisitive scientist, had kneeled down near the edge and was looking at the smaller doors attached to the Bigger one while muttering some formulas that he chose to ignore at this point.
"And I was not talking about getting home without being spotted. I was talking about Ross," Ah, that. He tried not to think of the consequences of the actions he took in extreme anger. Exhaling, he winced as he imagined the condition Ross would suffer once he got back to his base.
What he had done was actually a quite strong response to Ross' actions but in that moment, that was the only thing he could think of that would put Ross in his place.
Cancer.
Yup, he had given Ross an advanced form of cancer. See, there was a finite amount of times a cell could divide. If the cell divides an unlimited number of times, it is deemed as cancer.
CHI was something that defied the understanding of the human body, at least as far as humans went, and not only healed the cell but also made it more resilient so it could divide more times than it naturally could have.
CHI was also something that responded to human emotions. Stronger emotions led to CHI impacts being that much more powerful and harmful to the human body. That is why it is very important for the Iron Fist to remain calm under any situation because when angry, the colossal(relatively) amount of CHI in an Iron Fist's hand would fuck up a normal human even being in the same vicinity, not to mention if even a light punch grazed their bodies.
CHI was neutral in its composition but the user could influence it to do a variety of things. That is what he had done there. In a fit of anger, he deliberately released some of his CHI that was tainted by his emotions at the time, leading to Ross getting Cancer.
He did not know what kind and frankly, he did not care, at all. What he was sure of, was that Ross was going to write off his men as casualties by Hulk and his new co-conspirator and if one happened to survive, he was going to kill that man himself.
That was his thought process at the time, according to Jin'Ya and that was something he could not tolerate that tragedy happening under his watch, at all. Not when there was something he could do about it.
He circled around the area, deliberately making sure that the satellites that were undoubtedly keeping watch over him were also indirectly monitoring the military convoy right below him. Ross probably knew that he was right above him but someone higher up probably restrained him or atleast rescinded his ability to call in missile strikes on foreign soil because he could not sense any missile heading his way.
His senses, while not surpassing his visual sensory distance, was leagues behind Jin'Ya's master psionic senses because the dragon could sense missiles as soon as they were launched by a couple of stealth Jets.
"Um, Hi? Where are we going? You do realise that we are actively being tracked right now?" Bruce, seemingly done with his research on the marvels that were his Doors, stood right next to him, glancing regularly at the speck of purple light that was Jin'Ya's way of camouflaging himself.
He sighed, and slowly stopped the Door. Bruce was confused but the next second a series of much smaller Doors appeared all around them before turning the single platform into a cocoon of Doors. Grinning a bit at the ridiculous idea that had entered his mind, he turned to Bruce, "Buckle up!"
Bruce's, "To What?!" was expertly ignored as he received an affirmation from Jin'Ya about the feasibility of his plan, just as the Doors were all locked in, and he was ready to start expelling some serious thrust out of it.
"I hope you don't get motion sickness," He mumbled to Bruce, and before he could get a reply in, with a thunderous sound that flattened the trees right below them and almost created a crater, the small rectangular box of Doors shot up in the air, straight through the clouds, even as Bruce screamed and hugged the Doors, or at least tried to.
Soon, the screams faded as Bruce saw the ground leaving his vision, replaced by an inky blue denoting the oceans of the planet, courtesy of him turning all the Doors translucent. The thing that probably stopped Bruce's screams was because they were not feeling the pesky effects of inertia and gravity on their bodies, and that was due to the one and only Jin'Ya, Draconic Psionic extraordinaire.
The thin sheen of purple all around the Doors was an indicator of Jin'Ya using what he liked to call a Pseudo-Domain, the ability to control all matter in a set area. Having honed that ability to the highest level possible (probably), Jin'Ya turned simple telekinesis into borderline reality control within a set zone.
"Alright, Dr.Banner, all jokes aside, we will now be going to my home base. Now, you might see some unusual things but please keep your questions for last. In fact, we will be having a lengthy discussion soon because I have to leave once you are comfortable. Okay?"
The man gave him a shaky smile. One he mirrored before the Door's thrust was cut off, and it began plummeting to the ground.
Ah, the screams had begun anew.
For someone who did not wish to fight the Hulk, they sure did put a lot of undue stress on the poor man's heart.
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–One Eyed Cyclops–
His eyes narrowed as he looked at the satellite footage of Ross' latest clusterfucks. He had no idea why Pierce had restrained him from even hiding Bruce from the rest of the world but this, this huge international incident was enough for him to swoop in, no holds bar, and take over the entirety of the situation.
Only, the situation was not as good as he had imagined it to be. Oh, he totally expected to be righting Ross' wrongs for a long time but he did not expect to see his mystery orange perpetrator involving himself in this as well.
Clearly, the man has been holding back a lot from them. He zoomed in on the use of the barriers, at least that's what the eggheads had taken to calling them though it clearly looked like a Door in the videos. The multiple videos that had appeared on the Dark Web before they were taken down and also through the multiple cameras that the Soldiers had.
Ross' act of attacking someone who was clearly more interested in diplomacy had raised quite a few eyebrows but it would have all been worth it if Ross had something to show for it. Now, all they had were a bunch of riled up Canadians demanding an explanation as to why they were there, and no Banner to show for it.
His door beeped as an authorised person entered his office. He didn't look up even as Coulson arrived in front of him and patiently waited for his orders.
He supposed that the one good thing that came out of this was the fact that they couldn't rely on brute force to get their orange man. They needed finesse and more importantly, they needed to establish a diplomatic relationship with this man, because not only was he himself clearly very powerful and well trained, he now had exclusive access to the single most dangerous man on the planet.
For that, he needed…. "Coulson."
"Yes, sir."
He slid a file and a USB drive towards Coulson, "Take these. There is to be zero paper trail about this. You report directly to me on any updates. You will also be taking normal cases to throw off any suspicion. No INDEX entries either."
"I see. So soft approach? The hard one didn't work?" The man joked but all he received was silence.
"...I will see myself out."
He nodded and then resumed looking at the hundreds of videos that SHIELD had gathered. This…this was someone who could fit perfectly in the Avengers' Initiative. Now, all he needed was leverage to make this happen because the Council could not reject all his candidates if they could speak and think properly.
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #26 : Dad Wong...to the Rescuce!
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DoorMan #26
Above the Canadian Wilderness [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Ready to experience freedom, Dr.Banner?" He asked the good doctor as they were in a clearing nearby, in a cloaking field cast by Jin'Ya. The Dragon was annoyingly good at almost everything. Sure, he could cast the cloaking field as well but he could only block out sounds, visuals, and heat. The Dragon stops everything from leaving the field, maintaining such flawless stealth that no Masters of Kamar Taj could see through it with only the Ancient One being the exception.
It made sense in her case because she was probably just as old as the old fuck floating beside him, what with the amount of time she had mentally experienced as part of her time dives.
"Um, what is happening?" Dr.Banner asked him and instead of giving an explanation, he just thrust his right hand in one direction and began rotating. The portal gods did not favour him today so the portal took more than 7 tries before a small sized portal was open and another three rotations before the portal resembled a human sized opening to the Portal Room on Red Hearth.
"What?!" He heard Dr.Banner whisper before Jin'Ya, in his purple light form, drifted into the portal. He gestured for Dr.Banner to do the same who did so, but not before rubbing his eyes, cleaning his glasses, and pinching himself two times to confirm whether it was real or not.
He jumped through the portal as soon as Dr.Banner was inside, not trusting the portal's integrity in the slightest. He was really going to have to work on his portals because this was just disgraceful. Being a potential city wrecking person having command over original spells rivaling that of old Eldritch powered ones and yet unable to form a normal planetary portal in an instant.
It was disgraceful, in a word.
He heard the telltale signs of the high calibre machine guns receding back into their panels as soon as the Portal was closed and all the people were identified. It also had a provision that if both he and Jin'Ya were to exit a portal at the same time then it would also ignore anybody else travelling with them.
It was logical since if someone could mind control both him and Jin'Ya at the same time, then they were doomed anyway.
"Where are we? And did you just create a localised wormhole? How? Where did you hide the machinery required to do so? Or is it located here, in the destination? How do you even power it?"
Aaand there it was, the barrage of questions.
"Dr.Banner," He interrupted the man from unloading his entire inventory of questions on top of him in the middle of the Portal Room, "Why don't we save the questions for later? I had to leave in the middle of something very important to come to rescue you. So, any questions, can you leave it for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? In the meantime, I'll give you a basic tour and then you can explore on your own. Come,"
He hurriedly explained to the man as Jin'Ya turned back into his floating lizard form and floated out of the portal room while the plebeians walked on their two legs. Turning a nasty glare at the dragon, "You know it wouldn't hurt if you happened to use the body you so zealously protect. Muscle atrophy is a thing, you know, even in mystically enhanced magical reactor bodies."
The dragon merely scoffed and ignored him, turning on the spot to head to the other elevator. Snorting at the lizard behaviour, he nudged Dr.Banner to the other elevator.
"Wh-Bu–He–How?" Yup. No answers for no fully formed questions.
"I'll explain it all later on. For now, let's get you a basic tour," He punched the button on the elevator for the rooftop, the best palace, in his opinion.
"Where are we going? Why does it say Red Desert as the name of the rooftop?" Dr.Baner asked him and that was a very quick observation. Well, if someone was on the run from the military for weeks, if not months, then it made sense that they would have exceptional observational skills.
"I am sure you'll love it, Dr. Banner. It's my favourite place here." He grinned as the elevator, the fastest one he could buy, dinged as they reached the designated floor.
"Follow me," Then they had to go through a room where all the barbecue stuff was kept before he opened the door and reached…this.
An endless expanse of red, with huge mountains and sandstorms raging in the distance. Leaning on the railing, he looked back to see Dr.Banner looking very pale and pointing at the scenery in front of them with a trembling hand.
"Haha!" He always wanted to do this. Alas, he did not have anyone he could shock and the ones that knew about this place had seen planets and stars form and die, so this was nothing to them. For a normal human being, this was awesome.
"I-is this M-Mars?"
"Yup. We are in a secret facility built on Mars. If you wait a couple of months, you might see the Mars Rover pass by. Its docking station is just nearby." He commented even as he enjoyed the view.
"I don't believe it. You can do interplanetary teleportation? Who are you guys?" He grinned at the man as he gestured at the door. "I can give you a tour and give you basic access so you can visit this balcony anytime you want. For the meantime, let me show you your quarters, and where you can get your food,"
"O-okay," the man said, clearly dazed at the whole chain of events.
"These are your quarters. Since no one lived here, they were only cleaned once a week but since you are here, I will see what I can do about regular cleaning," He said as they walked into a medium sized room, that had a King sized bed, a large workstation, sofa, walk-in closet, attached washrooms, and a TV in front of the Bed. All of this, obviously stripped of anything that could be used for tracking purposes.
"Wow, this is…a lot."
"Yeah, well, you are my guest for the time being, the first one actually, and I would like for you to be comfortable for reasons other than the obvious," Referring to the man's green giant angry problem.
"Anyways, the kitchen is on the lower levels. This is your access bracelet. You can use that until we can get your biometrics installed in the system. Currently, you only have access to this floor, the kitchen, and the balcony. Once I have time, we'll see about getting you a laboratory built. Until then, you have unrestricted Internet access but please don't do anything that might give away our location. Nobody would believe you anyway but please be careful."
"Okay," The man said, still checking out his room and fiddling with the bracelet at the same time. Clearly, Dr.Banenr needed some time to process all of this and he was also running out of time to reach his Earthen Bachelor Pad.
"I'll see you around, Dr.Banner. You are completely safe here," With that parting comment, he punched in the portal room on the elevator control panel and got out of the elevator, to see Jin'Ya already there, waiting for him.
"Let's go," He said and entered the portal, opened by Jin'Ya obviously.
Damn the Portal Gods.
……….
……..
With a yawn, his eyes snapped open, right on the dot as the alarm clock began beeping a second later. Gently slapping the alarm, he got up from the bed and looked at the sunlight filtering into his apartment. It was nice that his place had a lot of natural lighting, which really helped with proper sleep regulation.
If only he did not have so much stuff to do and only 24 hours in a day, he might have had a really great sleep schedule to match.
"Jin'Ya, any complications?" He mentally asked since they left in quite a hurry last night and that must have created tons of questions for Shuri and the Wakandans.
"No, nothing on their end. They believe every suggestion I put into their minds and Shuri actually forbid anyone from bugging your apartment. I believe she has an interest in you if you get what I mean. Honestly, why don't you humans just mate? I don't understand this song and dance before the damned thing."
He groaned as he brushed his teeth, "Just Shut up…", All he received in return was a madman cackling.
He had quite a few things to do before he had to leave for LA. Already, he had received the flight tickets as well as the accommodation access, and he was not even packed yet. He still had to go to Ta-Lo, complete the negotiation process, and make sure that Wakandan War Dogs did not just assassinate him in the middle of the day simply because he was getting closer to technology that their princess cracked years ago.
Aside from that, once he got to LA, Jin'Ya was going to tail Tony but that was stuff for later. Ah, he hated it so much that he could not simply write down what stuff he had to do because of security issues. Even if he did enchant it mystically and then encrypt it, there was no guarantee that some avatar of a reality warping Demon Lord could not break through everything, read through the future stuff, and wreak havoc on the universe.
It was safer to keep it in his mind but also, so inconvenient for him since it just cluttered his mind.
Taking the egg tray that was delivered to his doorstep everyday by a local store, he kept 10 in the pot that was set to boil for 15 minutes to get that nice hard boil egg.
Now, all that was left was to get freshened up, eat his eggs, get the freelance work backlog cleared out a bit, and then head to the gym since he actually had to keep appearances otherwise it would be hard to justify his build and strength.
A towel hung over his shoulder, he was heading to the washroom when the doorbell rang. Furrowing his brows, he extended his senses and found that he could not sense anything. Discarding the towel, he cycled CHI through his body and discreetly summoned a tiny door on his palm, just in case he needed to blast away whoever it was, before walking towards the door.
Jin'Ya not warning him meant that he was probably safe but paranoia was the way of life, according to Fury sensei and that man lived through enough world ending events for multiple lifetimes.
Slowly opening the door, he relaxed immediately as there was no intruder trying to get into his apartment.
No, it was…"Old Man Wong!" He exclaimed, going in for the hug.
"Don't! Put this in the fridge," Old Man Wong stopped him before handing him a bag of groceries.
"Aww, you do care about me." He said in a sing-song voice as he closed the door with his foot and put away the groceries.
"There's chicken in there. I believe you know how to make one," Wong said as he plopped himself on the sofa as if he were the King.
Playing into the vibe, he bowed deeply, "Your wish is my command,"
Oh, this day was starting much better than he had expected it to!
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DoorMan #26
Above the Canadian Wilderness [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Ready to experience freedom, Dr.Banner?" He asked the good doctor as they were in a clearing nearby, in a cloaking field cast by Jin'Ya. The Dragon was annoyingly good at almost everything. Sure, he could cast the cloaking field as well but he could only block out sounds, visuals, and heat. The Dragon stops everything from leaving the field, maintaining such flawless stealth that no Masters of Kamar Taj could see through it with only the Ancient One being the exception.
It made sense in her case because she was probably just as old as the old fuck floating beside him, what with the amount of time she had mentally experienced as part of her time dives.
"Um, what is happening?" Dr.Banner asked him and instead of giving an explanation, he just thrust his right hand in one direction and began rotating. The portal gods did not favour him today so the portal took more than 7 tries before a small sized portal was open and another three rotations before the portal resembled a human sized opening to the Portal Room on Red Hearth.
"What?!" He heard Dr.Banner whisper before Jin'Ya, in his purple light form, drifted into the portal. He gestured for Dr.Banner to do the same who did so, but not before rubbing his eyes, cleaning his glasses, and pinching himself two times to confirm whether it was real or not.
He jumped through the portal as soon as Dr.Banner was inside, not trusting the portal's integrity in the slightest. He was really going to have to work on his portals because this was just disgraceful. Being a potential city wrecking person having command over original spells rivaling that of old Eldritch powered ones and yet unable to form a normal planetary portal in an instant.
It was disgraceful, in a word.
He heard the telltale signs of the high calibre machine guns receding back into their panels as soon as the Portal was closed and all the people were identified. It also had a provision that if both he and Jin'Ya were to exit a portal at the same time then it would also ignore anybody else travelling with them.
It was logical since if someone could mind control both him and Jin'Ya at the same time, then they were doomed anyway.
"Where are we? And did you just create a localised wormhole? How? Where did you hide the machinery required to do so? Or is it located here, in the destination? How do you even power it?"
Aaand there it was, the barrage of questions.
"Dr.Banner," He interrupted the man from unloading his entire inventory of questions on top of him in the middle of the Portal Room, "Why don't we save the questions for later? I had to leave in the middle of something very important to come to rescue you. So, any questions, can you leave it for tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? In the meantime, I'll give you a basic tour and then you can explore on your own. Come,"
He hurriedly explained to the man as Jin'Ya turned back into his floating lizard form and floated out of the portal room while the plebeians walked on their two legs. Turning a nasty glare at the dragon, "You know it wouldn't hurt if you happened to use the body you so zealously protect. Muscle atrophy is a thing, you know, even in mystically enhanced magical reactor bodies."
The dragon merely scoffed and ignored him, turning on the spot to head to the other elevator. Snorting at the lizard behaviour, he nudged Dr.Banner to the other elevator.
"Wh-Bu–He–How?" Yup. No answers for no fully formed questions.
"I'll explain it all later on. For now, let's get you a basic tour," He punched the button on the elevator for the rooftop, the best palace, in his opinion.
"Where are we going? Why does it say Red Desert as the name of the rooftop?" Dr.Baner asked him and that was a very quick observation. Well, if someone was on the run from the military for weeks, if not months, then it made sense that they would have exceptional observational skills.
"I am sure you'll love it, Dr. Banner. It's my favourite place here." He grinned as the elevator, the fastest one he could buy, dinged as they reached the designated floor.
"Follow me," Then they had to go through a room where all the barbecue stuff was kept before he opened the door and reached…this.
An endless expanse of red, with huge mountains and sandstorms raging in the distance. Leaning on the railing, he looked back to see Dr.Banner looking very pale and pointing at the scenery in front of them with a trembling hand.
"Haha!" He always wanted to do this. Alas, he did not have anyone he could shock and the ones that knew about this place had seen planets and stars form and die, so this was nothing to them. For a normal human being, this was awesome.
"I-is this M-Mars?"
"Yup. We are in a secret facility built on Mars. If you wait a couple of months, you might see the Mars Rover pass by. Its docking station is just nearby." He commented even as he enjoyed the view.
"I don't believe it. You can do interplanetary teleportation? Who are you guys?" He grinned at the man as he gestured at the door. "I can give you a tour and give you basic access so you can visit this balcony anytime you want. For the meantime, let me show you your quarters, and where you can get your food,"
"O-okay," the man said, clearly dazed at the whole chain of events.
"These are your quarters. Since no one lived here, they were only cleaned once a week but since you are here, I will see what I can do about regular cleaning," He said as they walked into a medium sized room, that had a King sized bed, a large workstation, sofa, walk-in closet, attached washrooms, and a TV in front of the Bed. All of this, obviously stripped of anything that could be used for tracking purposes.
"Wow, this is…a lot."
"Yeah, well, you are my guest for the time being, the first one actually, and I would like for you to be comfortable for reasons other than the obvious," Referring to the man's green giant angry problem.
"Anyways, the kitchen is on the lower levels. This is your access bracelet. You can use that until we can get your biometrics installed in the system. Currently, you only have access to this floor, the kitchen, and the balcony. Once I have time, we'll see about getting you a laboratory built. Until then, you have unrestricted Internet access but please don't do anything that might give away our location. Nobody would believe you anyway but please be careful."
"Okay," The man said, still checking out his room and fiddling with the bracelet at the same time. Clearly, Dr.Banenr needed some time to process all of this and he was also running out of time to reach his Earthen Bachelor Pad.
"I'll see you around, Dr.Banner. You are completely safe here," With that parting comment, he punched in the portal room on the elevator control panel and got out of the elevator, to see Jin'Ya already there, waiting for him.
"Let's go," He said and entered the portal, opened by Jin'Ya obviously.
Damn the Portal Gods.
……….
……..
With a yawn, his eyes snapped open, right on the dot as the alarm clock began beeping a second later. Gently slapping the alarm, he got up from the bed and looked at the sunlight filtering into his apartment. It was nice that his place had a lot of natural lighting, which really helped with proper sleep regulation.
If only he did not have so much stuff to do and only 24 hours in a day, he might have had a really great sleep schedule to match.
"Jin'Ya, any complications?" He mentally asked since they left in quite a hurry last night and that must have created tons of questions for Shuri and the Wakandans.
"No, nothing on their end. They believe every suggestion I put into their minds and Shuri actually forbid anyone from bugging your apartment. I believe she has an interest in you if you get what I mean. Honestly, why don't you humans just mate? I don't understand this song and dance before the damned thing."
He groaned as he brushed his teeth, "Just Shut up…", All he received in return was a madman cackling.
He had quite a few things to do before he had to leave for LA. Already, he had received the flight tickets as well as the accommodation access, and he was not even packed yet. He still had to go to Ta-Lo, complete the negotiation process, and make sure that Wakandan War Dogs did not just assassinate him in the middle of the day simply because he was getting closer to technology that their princess cracked years ago.
Aside from that, once he got to LA, Jin'Ya was going to tail Tony but that was stuff for later. Ah, he hated it so much that he could not simply write down what stuff he had to do because of security issues. Even if he did enchant it mystically and then encrypt it, there was no guarantee that some avatar of a reality warping Demon Lord could not break through everything, read through the future stuff, and wreak havoc on the universe.
It was safer to keep it in his mind but also, so inconvenient for him since it just cluttered his mind.
Taking the egg tray that was delivered to his doorstep everyday by a local store, he kept 10 in the pot that was set to boil for 15 minutes to get that nice hard boil egg.
Now, all that was left was to get freshened up, eat his eggs, get the freelance work backlog cleared out a bit, and then head to the gym since he actually had to keep appearances otherwise it would be hard to justify his build and strength.
A towel hung over his shoulder, he was heading to the washroom when the doorbell rang. Furrowing his brows, he extended his senses and found that he could not sense anything. Discarding the towel, he cycled CHI through his body and discreetly summoned a tiny door on his palm, just in case he needed to blast away whoever it was, before walking towards the door.
Jin'Ya not warning him meant that he was probably safe but paranoia was the way of life, according to Fury sensei and that man lived through enough world ending events for multiple lifetimes.
Slowly opening the door, he relaxed immediately as there was no intruder trying to get into his apartment.
No, it was…"Old Man Wong!" He exclaimed, going in for the hug.
"Don't! Put this in the fridge," Old Man Wong stopped him before handing him a bag of groceries.
"Aww, you do care about me." He said in a sing-song voice as he closed the door with his foot and put away the groceries.
"There's chicken in there. I believe you know how to make one," Wong said as he plopped himself on the sofa as if he were the King.
Playing into the vibe, he bowed deeply, "Your wish is my command,"
Oh, this day was starting much better than he had expected it to!
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #27 : *Shaking Head* Elders these days....buried in thier screens!
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DoorMan #27
Earthen Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Making tea just the way Wong liked it, made with extravagant materials like milk and tea leaves from Ta-Lo, he popped his head out of the kitchen and asked Wong who was busy looking at his phone, "So, what brings you to this side of the world? I thought the West Coast was Drumm's responsibility. Last I heard, he didn't like other Sorcerers treading on his territory unless the Sorcerer Supreme deemed it necessary,"
Handing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, atleast that's what it said on the label, to Wong, he plopped down on the sofa in front of him and then deadpanned at Wong who was busy on his phone, his very much advanced and decked out smartphone.
He shook his head at the signs of addiction. Elders these days, always glued to their screens.
Snapping his fingers in front of Wong who absentmindedly sipped his orange juice, he hollered, "Hello?! Anybody home?" He might or might not have released a slightly aimed air blast that knocked the phone out of Wong's hand and then another smaller door to release another jet of air that pushed the phone into his waiting hands.
"Eh? Eh? Neat trick, right?" He smiled toothily at the man who was his father in all but name and all he received in return was a disapproving stare.
"Oh, come on! You have to admit it was cool. I have been working on my micro control and learning how to position my Doors to achieve optimum force application. It is hard! Do you know how hard it is to practice this stuff whilst having so many other things going on in my life? It's not like I just have to work a single job. Oh, I am Wong, I love books and Beyonce, and I will scare the bejesus out of you by simply staring at you."
After all that mocking and ranting, all Wong did was stare at him whilst sipping his orange juice. He shuddered at the eye contact and promptly threw the phone back at him, such was the strength of the Wong strength.
Sighing, he leaned back onto the couch and closed his eyes, waiting for the Old Man to be done with his social media and stuff. Meanwhile, he kept his senses peeled just in case something happened next door. His brows furrowed as he heard nothing, not even a single peep, even after taking a risk and cycling his CHI at higher levels.
"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes to see Wong looking at him with concerned eyes.
Smirking, "Oh, now, you are interested? Where were you when I was in so much trouble last night?"
He'd confirmed with Jin'ya, there were no active bugs in his place and the Wakandans had oddly left with no sign of any Wakakndan personnel in the entire city. Something must have happened and he was kinda afraid that Jin'Ya's mental tampering was not as foolproof as they had expected it to be, so for now, he was safe in his apartment but who knows for how long?
"What happened?" Wong asked in a serious tone and he sighed, dropping the act, "Nothing to worry about. I just got a new tenant for my home yesterday. I'll introduce you two later on,"
"I see." The man simply said and went right back to his phone.
"Oh, come on!" He said and just did the same trick with his Air Doors again, leaving the phone on the kitchen counter, out of reach for both of them. Spreading his hands at the now irate Wong, "Well, it's out of my hands now. It's not like my hands can reach that far."
"Now, why don't you tell me what you are doing so far away from home? I thought you had East Asia this year in your rotation?"
Kamar Taj had a finite number of Masters and even less so when it came to Masters on the same level as Wong or Mordo. They simply did not have as many strong Masters as they had Masters on various topics. Ever since the Ancient One became the SOrcerer SUpreme, the need for Masters to be ready to die and be an all around combat expert had dropped significantly.
That meant that the criteria to become a Master was also lowered. Nowadays, as long as you were proficient in one field of Sorcery, could prove yourself capable of defending yourself and some people around you, and had the ability to cast portals, you were eligible to become a Master, given the peer review passed through.
So, many of the Masters of Kamar Taj now simply had high talent in some areas of Sorcery, instead of being the strongest combat master. That way, the KAmar Taj covered a lot of land in mystica hotspots, mystical countries, and the mundane countries as well.
The sword of Damocles that was the Ancient One simply stopped most attackers from even touching Kamar Taj affiliated Masters or even the multiple sanctuary properties built around the planet.
That did not mean that they could afford to be lax so the Ancient One, along with four other Masters of the top calibre were assigned an area around the world, changed on a yearly basis that they patrolled regularly, to make sure that Kamar Taj's strength was projected all around the world.
According to his knowledge, Wong was not assigned to the West Coast, only East Asia which was near his home as well as a hotspot of odd magical activity pertaining to longevity, immortality, and vampiric cults.
Wong replied, "What? Can't I just come to visit?"
He shrugged and scurried back into the kitchen as the ten minute mark was finally reached, as was necessary for this particular brand of a combination of tea leaves and milk, to make the best tea, "You haven't before. You're more than welcome to visit. It's just that I am leaving in a few days anyway."
"Oh, yeah, your summer internship. How is the living situation? I am sure we have some Kamar Taj properties even in that place," Wong said as he turned around to look at him through the kitchen window.
Stirring the tea to let out of the CHI bubbles that had accumulated just below the surface, he tasted the tea and closed his eyes as the heavenly tea slid down his throat, making him feel beyond energized.
Pouring the tea, he scoffed, "Yeah, right. I am getting housing in a complex that can only be called five star. The last time I stayed at a Kamar Taj property, I had to burn my own fire in Iceland because it was so cold and the heating enchantments had broken down because nobody had gone there in ages,"
Handing the cup to Wong who took it as if it was a priceless treasure, he plopped down onto the sofa and began sipping on his tea. Ah, it was always a great experience to drink this tea.
It was nice that Jin'Ya did not particularly care for tea, otherwise his own personal store would have been raided a hundred times over by now.
Man, going to Ta-Lo and saving their Water Dragon was one of the best things he had done here. Speaking of Ta-Lo, "Hey, I have some work to do at Ta-Lo, will you come?"
Now that Shuri was out of the city and in his apartment, he could work on stuff he had to finish before leaving for LA. Something must have happened for them to leave so abruptly because, according to Jin'Ya, he could not sense Shuri's particular brand of brain and Astral Signature anywhere on the West Coast, meaning they had probably gone home.
It was fascinating to confirm that Shuri was an evolved human, an advanced version of humanity, with a brain that could not be matched by any other Homo-Sapien on the planet. Not even Tony's. Centuries of exposure to Vibranium had evolved her line, resulting in the birth of the sharpest mind on the planet.
Her soul itself was different from the rest of the humans, according to her Astral Signature which was confirmed by Jin'Ya. He could probably track her across the planet now but the dragon did not like mucking up his senses by dipping into the Astral Realm on the planet too much, so he refrained from asking the dragon about her location.
He was just thankful that he could now get the extra meat supply from Ta-Lo. Speaking of the Ta-Lo trip, Wong was too busy enjoying the, according to what most people would confirm, heavenly tea, to reply to his request for a ride along.
Alas, only he was authorised to open portals from their side to Ta-Lo, so he had to do the whole song and dance about portals every time he needed to go there.
It was nice that the Water Dragon did not need CHI topping up every day or something. Once every six months was enough for the Dragon to heal himself and tighten the seal every year.
He wondered what kind of effect it was having on the Mandarin, the real one, with all the Ten Rings. Well, something to do later on.
Wasn't Shang-Chi working as a valet in LA? Maybe he could drop in and get his Martial Arts skill evaluated, or elevated, depending on how much of a beatdown he would get from the expert Martial Artist.
It would be nice to learn something while he was in LA, and not just spend his time working on shiny tech that was probably going to be used in some weapons, the division of which Tony was going to shut down in a couple of months when he came back.
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DoorMan #27
Earthen Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Making tea just the way Wong liked it, made with extravagant materials like milk and tea leaves from Ta-Lo, he popped his head out of the kitchen and asked Wong who was busy looking at his phone, "So, what brings you to this side of the world? I thought the West Coast was Drumm's responsibility. Last I heard, he didn't like other Sorcerers treading on his territory unless the Sorcerer Supreme deemed it necessary,"
Handing a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, atleast that's what it said on the label, to Wong, he plopped down on the sofa in front of him and then deadpanned at Wong who was busy on his phone, his very much advanced and decked out smartphone.
He shook his head at the signs of addiction. Elders these days, always glued to their screens.
Snapping his fingers in front of Wong who absentmindedly sipped his orange juice, he hollered, "Hello?! Anybody home?" He might or might not have released a slightly aimed air blast that knocked the phone out of Wong's hand and then another smaller door to release another jet of air that pushed the phone into his waiting hands.
"Eh? Eh? Neat trick, right?" He smiled toothily at the man who was his father in all but name and all he received in return was a disapproving stare.
"Oh, come on! You have to admit it was cool. I have been working on my micro control and learning how to position my Doors to achieve optimum force application. It is hard! Do you know how hard it is to practice this stuff whilst having so many other things going on in my life? It's not like I just have to work a single job. Oh, I am Wong, I love books and Beyonce, and I will scare the bejesus out of you by simply staring at you."
After all that mocking and ranting, all Wong did was stare at him whilst sipping his orange juice. He shuddered at the eye contact and promptly threw the phone back at him, such was the strength of the Wong strength.
Sighing, he leaned back onto the couch and closed his eyes, waiting for the Old Man to be done with his social media and stuff. Meanwhile, he kept his senses peeled just in case something happened next door. His brows furrowed as he heard nothing, not even a single peep, even after taking a risk and cycling his CHI at higher levels.
"What's wrong?" He opened his eyes to see Wong looking at him with concerned eyes.
Smirking, "Oh, now, you are interested? Where were you when I was in so much trouble last night?"
He'd confirmed with Jin'ya, there were no active bugs in his place and the Wakandans had oddly left with no sign of any Wakakndan personnel in the entire city. Something must have happened and he was kinda afraid that Jin'Ya's mental tampering was not as foolproof as they had expected it to be, so for now, he was safe in his apartment but who knows for how long?
"What happened?" Wong asked in a serious tone and he sighed, dropping the act, "Nothing to worry about. I just got a new tenant for my home yesterday. I'll introduce you two later on,"
"I see." The man simply said and went right back to his phone.
"Oh, come on!" He said and just did the same trick with his Air Doors again, leaving the phone on the kitchen counter, out of reach for both of them. Spreading his hands at the now irate Wong, "Well, it's out of my hands now. It's not like my hands can reach that far."
"Now, why don't you tell me what you are doing so far away from home? I thought you had East Asia this year in your rotation?"
Kamar Taj had a finite number of Masters and even less so when it came to Masters on the same level as Wong or Mordo. They simply did not have as many strong Masters as they had Masters on various topics. Ever since the Ancient One became the SOrcerer SUpreme, the need for Masters to be ready to die and be an all around combat expert had dropped significantly.
That meant that the criteria to become a Master was also lowered. Nowadays, as long as you were proficient in one field of Sorcery, could prove yourself capable of defending yourself and some people around you, and had the ability to cast portals, you were eligible to become a Master, given the peer review passed through.
So, many of the Masters of Kamar Taj now simply had high talent in some areas of Sorcery, instead of being the strongest combat master. That way, the KAmar Taj covered a lot of land in mystica hotspots, mystical countries, and the mundane countries as well.
The sword of Damocles that was the Ancient One simply stopped most attackers from even touching Kamar Taj affiliated Masters or even the multiple sanctuary properties built around the planet.
That did not mean that they could afford to be lax so the Ancient One, along with four other Masters of the top calibre were assigned an area around the world, changed on a yearly basis that they patrolled regularly, to make sure that Kamar Taj's strength was projected all around the world.
According to his knowledge, Wong was not assigned to the West Coast, only East Asia which was near his home as well as a hotspot of odd magical activity pertaining to longevity, immortality, and vampiric cults.
Wong replied, "What? Can't I just come to visit?"
He shrugged and scurried back into the kitchen as the ten minute mark was finally reached, as was necessary for this particular brand of a combination of tea leaves and milk, to make the best tea, "You haven't before. You're more than welcome to visit. It's just that I am leaving in a few days anyway."
"Oh, yeah, your summer internship. How is the living situation? I am sure we have some Kamar Taj properties even in that place," Wong said as he turned around to look at him through the kitchen window.
Stirring the tea to let out of the CHI bubbles that had accumulated just below the surface, he tasted the tea and closed his eyes as the heavenly tea slid down his throat, making him feel beyond energized.
Pouring the tea, he scoffed, "Yeah, right. I am getting housing in a complex that can only be called five star. The last time I stayed at a Kamar Taj property, I had to burn my own fire in Iceland because it was so cold and the heating enchantments had broken down because nobody had gone there in ages,"
Handing the cup to Wong who took it as if it was a priceless treasure, he plopped down onto the sofa and began sipping on his tea. Ah, it was always a great experience to drink this tea.
It was nice that Jin'Ya did not particularly care for tea, otherwise his own personal store would have been raided a hundred times over by now.
Man, going to Ta-Lo and saving their Water Dragon was one of the best things he had done here. Speaking of Ta-Lo, "Hey, I have some work to do at Ta-Lo, will you come?"
Now that Shuri was out of the city and in his apartment, he could work on stuff he had to finish before leaving for LA. Something must have happened for them to leave so abruptly because, according to Jin'Ya, he could not sense Shuri's particular brand of brain and Astral Signature anywhere on the West Coast, meaning they had probably gone home.
It was fascinating to confirm that Shuri was an evolved human, an advanced version of humanity, with a brain that could not be matched by any other Homo-Sapien on the planet. Not even Tony's. Centuries of exposure to Vibranium had evolved her line, resulting in the birth of the sharpest mind on the planet.
Her soul itself was different from the rest of the humans, according to her Astral Signature which was confirmed by Jin'Ya. He could probably track her across the planet now but the dragon did not like mucking up his senses by dipping into the Astral Realm on the planet too much, so he refrained from asking the dragon about her location.
He was just thankful that he could now get the extra meat supply from Ta-Lo. Speaking of the Ta-Lo trip, Wong was too busy enjoying the, according to what most people would confirm, heavenly tea, to reply to his request for a ride along.
Alas, only he was authorised to open portals from their side to Ta-Lo, so he had to do the whole song and dance about portals every time he needed to go there.
It was nice that the Water Dragon did not need CHI topping up every day or something. Once every six months was enough for the Dragon to heal himself and tighten the seal every year.
He wondered what kind of effect it was having on the Mandarin, the real one, with all the Ten Rings. Well, something to do later on.
Wasn't Shang-Chi working as a valet in LA? Maybe he could drop in and get his Martial Arts skill evaluated, or elevated, depending on how much of a beatdown he would get from the expert Martial Artist.
It would be nice to learn something while he was in LA, and not just spend his time working on shiny tech that was probably going to be used in some weapons, the division of which Tony was going to shut down in a couple of months when he came back.
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #28 : Pitfalls of the Time Stone, Lifegiver! & I come bearing gifts!
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DoorMan #28
Earthen Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He calmly walked into the designated alley for Portal travel in and around Seattle. If he remembered correctly, there were seven of such perfectly camouflaged areas in his city that would allow him to use them for his tedious portal procedures. Something of a courtesy from the Ancient One since she foresaw a lot of travel for him, from this city oddly, as if he would make this city his long term base.
No, he had the Red Hearth for that but he could not really dismiss even a small gesture from the Ancient One because that woman was so seeped into the future that each and every single one of her actions was probably premeditated, steering the future towards what she thought was a better future.
He considered the Time Stone one of the biggest follies of the position of the Sorcerer Supreme. Not as the thing being used as a weapon, no, that's what its primary purpose was. What he disliked was the Sorcerer Supremes relying heavily on the Time Stone for their decision making.
The Ancient One went far beyond what the majority of the Sorcerer Supremes did, mostly because of her talent as well as her sheer age. But, in his opinion, it also shackled her to the timeline she believed to be the best. She was, despite her vast powers, still a human, and ascertaining which timeline was supposed to be the best was a very difficult task, even at the best of times.
Not to mention the fact that the Time Stone did not show anyone the future beyond their deaths. So, who knows what this path might lead to? As far as his understanding went, that was a limit instilled in the Eye of Agamotto instead of the Time Stone since it was supposed to be absolute in seeing variable futures.
His head swam as he struggled to even comprehend the amount of time the Ancient One must have spent in those timelines. She was, functionally, millions of years old with a mentality to match. To think she has not gone insane yet. For that alone, she has his eternal respect.
Sighing, he opened a portal, after only three tries, leading to a cold storage unit he built in the Arctic. Seeing the pile of processed food drop out of the portal, weighing a total of a ton, he smiled. The people living in Ta-Lo ate some of the best food on the planet, food that Billionaires would come running for, especially once news spread that the food actually made them live longer, but alas, humans loved sweets, even if they were artificially sweetened.
Summoning a door beneath the whole stuff, he lifted the stuff with his mind and waved his hand multiple times in the air, keeping solace in the fact that this alley was completely isolated from the rest of the world. He smiled as the portal opened a tiny bit and he immediately let go as he felt the Water Dragon, he still hadn't received a name for them, took hold of the portal and widened it with ease.
Dragons, of all shapes and sizes could perform magic of various attributes with varying levels of proficiency, generally dictated by their age. Some dragons, like Jin'Ya, could perform one type of magic really really well, like anything related to Psionics, Some dragons like Ta-Lo's guardian, would generally be categorized as a support type Pokemon.
They could empower other people to act on their behalf and also, control magic on a very fundamental level, allowing the Dragon to take control of the portal away from him whilst maintaining the portal integrity.
He nodded once the portal was large enough for the Door to fit as he walked into it, the tones of sugary stuff following behind.
As soon as he crossed the threshold to Ta-lo and took in a deep breath of the absolute fresh, clean air that was actually longevity inducing, he heard a deep voice speak directly into his mind, "Greetings, lifegiver."
Smiling at the air, he waved his hand, as the Door went flying in the direction of the storage depot, "Greetings to you too, Guardian. You know, you still haven't told me what to call you. I know you can't tell me your True Name but come on, some sort of nickname will do,"
He casually said as he began walking towards the center of the village, the admin center, if you will. It housed the Village chief, the weapons depot, the records, along with any magical artifact they gathered.
"I'm afraid I am still undecided about that. Once I've decided, you, lifegiver will be the first to know," He sighed and nodded at thin air, knowing that the Dragon could perceive every single thing happening in the pocket dimension, as if it was a part of his body.
The rest of the people lived in scattered settlements, based on their preferences, in a vast 50 mile radius, according to what the Ancient One told him. The pocket dimension was incredibly vast and that too was one of the many magics that the Guardian of Ta-Lo could perform. Tying the pocket dimension to his draconic lifeforce, the Guardian was able to sustain this large pocket dimension, simply to seal an evil entity, whose influence was growing weaker and weaker every year as the Dragon regained its lost vitality.
Hell, every time he channeled his CHI in any other person in Ta-Lo, he could immediately spot the similarities between the Guardian and the humans, as their bodies were literally adapting to the dragon essence in the air of the pocket dimension, as the Ancient One called it.
He couldn't help but think of the consequences of thousands of people bearing diluted dragon bloodlines suddenly appearing on the planet. Well, that was a long time in the future, especially since Dragons lived for a long long time.
……
…..
"Yay! The lifegiver is back! Quick, tell Grandpa Chief!"
"The lifegiver!"
"The lifegiver!"
"The lifegiver!"
"The lifegiver!"
He awkwardly smiled, waved, and bowed wherever necessary which took a lot of his time as the people seemed to take it as a competition to stall him for as long as possible. First off, he did not like that name, it made him seem like a god, not good for his ego.
Secondly, he did not have either Jin'Ya, Wong, or even the Ancient One here to humble him, hence, his caution in dealing with people. After all, beneath all the power, he was still a teenager with limited life experiences.
Lack of opportunity and resources in the first life and lack of time in the second one.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he reached the giant square made up of buildings of wood, and stone. The wood here was stronger than steel from back home so structural integrity was not a problem.
Flammability certainly was, but then again, they lived surrounding a giant water body that housed a giant Water Dragon so firefighting was probably the least important certification they needed to build their houses.
He smiled at the village chief, an elderly hunched over man who had to walk with a stick. Despite that, he knew that there was no one in this damned village that he could underestimate.
So, he smirked and spread his arms wide, mentally commanding the Door that housed all the treats to come flying from far away in his direction, or rather, in the direction of the village chief, "I come bearing gifts!"
The giant Door cast a giant shadow over the entire square before it plummeted straight down. He saw, from the corner of his eyes, everyone either tense, panicked, or outright resigned, as the Door stopped just a foot or two away from the buildings.
"Are you done?" The village Chief asked as the Chief waved his hand and the Door floated to the side and created a dust cloud as it was safely deposited in a prepared clearing, with flocks of people ranging from children to the elderly rushing at the Door as if it contained divine elixirs capable of prolonging life and giving youth.
He allowed his Door to be controlled, else no one in the world could wrestle control of his innate power away from him, as far as he knew.
These people had that kind of stuff growing around in the wild. Man, the difference in perspectives was truly jarring.
"Are you coming?" Something pushed him or atleast tried to as he turned around to see the chief's granddaughter, Ying Nan, the future village chief, grumbling as he refused to budge from his place.
She eventually gave up and after hitting him in the leg with one of her wooden sticks, followed behind the village chief.
He smiled, shook his head, and followed suit, all the while his feet released minute amounts of CHI into the soil at regular intervals.
That was how he gave the Water Dragon his CHI. It was not as if he was touching the Dragon and then giving him absurd amounts of CHI to replenish their lost lifeforce. No, since the pocket dimension itself was an extension of their body, he spent every minute in this place giving CHI to the ground, to the water, to the plants, etc.
So that when the CHI is fully stabilised and seeped into the ground, it can be absorbed by the Dragon in whatever quantities they might need it. The Dragon was a master of various magics and one of them was draconic healing magic, one of the rarest kinds, according to Jin'Ya, which allowed them to perform surgery on every type of dragon provided they had the resources for it.
Normally, those resources would have been items but due to his unlimited CHI, the Dragon could forgo every other thing and simply heal all wounds. His decision, in part, was influenced by the fact that the Water Dragon was the only being in the galaxy who could heal Jin'Ya if anything did happen to the old fuck.
That was how he became a snack vendor for an ancient Dragon.
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DoorMan #28
Earthen Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He calmly walked into the designated alley for Portal travel in and around Seattle. If he remembered correctly, there were seven of such perfectly camouflaged areas in his city that would allow him to use them for his tedious portal procedures. Something of a courtesy from the Ancient One since she foresaw a lot of travel for him, from this city oddly, as if he would make this city his long term base.
No, he had the Red Hearth for that but he could not really dismiss even a small gesture from the Ancient One because that woman was so seeped into the future that each and every single one of her actions was probably premeditated, steering the future towards what she thought was a better future.
He considered the Time Stone one of the biggest follies of the position of the Sorcerer Supreme. Not as the thing being used as a weapon, no, that's what its primary purpose was. What he disliked was the Sorcerer Supremes relying heavily on the Time Stone for their decision making.
The Ancient One went far beyond what the majority of the Sorcerer Supremes did, mostly because of her talent as well as her sheer age. But, in his opinion, it also shackled her to the timeline she believed to be the best. She was, despite her vast powers, still a human, and ascertaining which timeline was supposed to be the best was a very difficult task, even at the best of times.
Not to mention the fact that the Time Stone did not show anyone the future beyond their deaths. So, who knows what this path might lead to? As far as his understanding went, that was a limit instilled in the Eye of Agamotto instead of the Time Stone since it was supposed to be absolute in seeing variable futures.
His head swam as he struggled to even comprehend the amount of time the Ancient One must have spent in those timelines. She was, functionally, millions of years old with a mentality to match. To think she has not gone insane yet. For that alone, she has his eternal respect.
Sighing, he opened a portal, after only three tries, leading to a cold storage unit he built in the Arctic. Seeing the pile of processed food drop out of the portal, weighing a total of a ton, he smiled. The people living in Ta-Lo ate some of the best food on the planet, food that Billionaires would come running for, especially once news spread that the food actually made them live longer, but alas, humans loved sweets, even if they were artificially sweetened.
Summoning a door beneath the whole stuff, he lifted the stuff with his mind and waved his hand multiple times in the air, keeping solace in the fact that this alley was completely isolated from the rest of the world. He smiled as the portal opened a tiny bit and he immediately let go as he felt the Water Dragon, he still hadn't received a name for them, took hold of the portal and widened it with ease.
Dragons, of all shapes and sizes could perform magic of various attributes with varying levels of proficiency, generally dictated by their age. Some dragons, like Jin'Ya, could perform one type of magic really really well, like anything related to Psionics, Some dragons like Ta-Lo's guardian, would generally be categorized as a support type Pokemon.
They could empower other people to act on their behalf and also, control magic on a very fundamental level, allowing the Dragon to take control of the portal away from him whilst maintaining the portal integrity.
He nodded once the portal was large enough for the Door to fit as he walked into it, the tones of sugary stuff following behind.
As soon as he crossed the threshold to Ta-lo and took in a deep breath of the absolute fresh, clean air that was actually longevity inducing, he heard a deep voice speak directly into his mind, "Greetings, lifegiver."
Smiling at the air, he waved his hand, as the Door went flying in the direction of the storage depot, "Greetings to you too, Guardian. You know, you still haven't told me what to call you. I know you can't tell me your True Name but come on, some sort of nickname will do,"
He casually said as he began walking towards the center of the village, the admin center, if you will. It housed the Village chief, the weapons depot, the records, along with any magical artifact they gathered.
"I'm afraid I am still undecided about that. Once I've decided, you, lifegiver will be the first to know," He sighed and nodded at thin air, knowing that the Dragon could perceive every single thing happening in the pocket dimension, as if it was a part of his body.
The rest of the people lived in scattered settlements, based on their preferences, in a vast 50 mile radius, according to what the Ancient One told him. The pocket dimension was incredibly vast and that too was one of the many magics that the Guardian of Ta-Lo could perform. Tying the pocket dimension to his draconic lifeforce, the Guardian was able to sustain this large pocket dimension, simply to seal an evil entity, whose influence was growing weaker and weaker every year as the Dragon regained its lost vitality.
Hell, every time he channeled his CHI in any other person in Ta-Lo, he could immediately spot the similarities between the Guardian and the humans, as their bodies were literally adapting to the dragon essence in the air of the pocket dimension, as the Ancient One called it.
He couldn't help but think of the consequences of thousands of people bearing diluted dragon bloodlines suddenly appearing on the planet. Well, that was a long time in the future, especially since Dragons lived for a long long time.
……
…..
"Yay! The lifegiver is back! Quick, tell Grandpa Chief!"
"The lifegiver!"
"The lifegiver!"
"The lifegiver!"
"The lifegiver!"
He awkwardly smiled, waved, and bowed wherever necessary which took a lot of his time as the people seemed to take it as a competition to stall him for as long as possible. First off, he did not like that name, it made him seem like a god, not good for his ego.
Secondly, he did not have either Jin'Ya, Wong, or even the Ancient One here to humble him, hence, his caution in dealing with people. After all, beneath all the power, he was still a teenager with limited life experiences.
Lack of opportunity and resources in the first life and lack of time in the second one.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, he reached the giant square made up of buildings of wood, and stone. The wood here was stronger than steel from back home so structural integrity was not a problem.
Flammability certainly was, but then again, they lived surrounding a giant water body that housed a giant Water Dragon so firefighting was probably the least important certification they needed to build their houses.
He smiled at the village chief, an elderly hunched over man who had to walk with a stick. Despite that, he knew that there was no one in this damned village that he could underestimate.
So, he smirked and spread his arms wide, mentally commanding the Door that housed all the treats to come flying from far away in his direction, or rather, in the direction of the village chief, "I come bearing gifts!"
The giant Door cast a giant shadow over the entire square before it plummeted straight down. He saw, from the corner of his eyes, everyone either tense, panicked, or outright resigned, as the Door stopped just a foot or two away from the buildings.
"Are you done?" The village Chief asked as the Chief waved his hand and the Door floated to the side and created a dust cloud as it was safely deposited in a prepared clearing, with flocks of people ranging from children to the elderly rushing at the Door as if it contained divine elixirs capable of prolonging life and giving youth.
He allowed his Door to be controlled, else no one in the world could wrestle control of his innate power away from him, as far as he knew.
These people had that kind of stuff growing around in the wild. Man, the difference in perspectives was truly jarring.
"Are you coming?" Something pushed him or atleast tried to as he turned around to see the chief's granddaughter, Ying Nan, the future village chief, grumbling as he refused to budge from his place.
She eventually gave up and after hitting him in the leg with one of her wooden sticks, followed behind the village chief.
He smiled, shook his head, and followed suit, all the while his feet released minute amounts of CHI into the soil at regular intervals.
That was how he gave the Water Dragon his CHI. It was not as if he was touching the Dragon and then giving him absurd amounts of CHI to replenish their lost lifeforce. No, since the pocket dimension itself was an extension of their body, he spent every minute in this place giving CHI to the ground, to the water, to the plants, etc.
So that when the CHI is fully stabilised and seeped into the ground, it can be absorbed by the Dragon in whatever quantities they might need it. The Dragon was a master of various magics and one of them was draconic healing magic, one of the rarest kinds, according to Jin'Ya, which allowed them to perform surgery on every type of dragon provided they had the resources for it.
Normally, those resources would have been items but due to his unlimited CHI, the Dragon could forgo every other thing and simply heal all wounds. His decision, in part, was influenced by the fact that the Water Dragon was the only being in the galaxy who could heal Jin'Ya if anything did happen to the old fuck.
That was how he became a snack vendor for an ancient Dragon.
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #29 : Draconic Bloodlines, Potential Super Shang-Chi? & Cunning Old Men!
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DoorMan #29
Chief Office, Ta-Lo [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sat in the Chief's office, the official ruling body of Ta-Lo, not that there were many conflicts in this place. The Dragon's presence along with the faint presence of its bloodline in the denizens of this pocket dimension meant that everyone here paid their respect to their superior in terms of bloodline.
He had learned a lot since the first time he came here and was confused about their traditions. As it turns out, the fantasy books were right. Bloodlines did matter in certain circumstances. The Water Dragon was a real Dragon. However weak it might have been in the realm of fellow dragons, which was also debatable since this particular dragon was vastly more versatile than others, even if the Dragon did lose some of its peak firepower in exchange, it was far more powerful than humans.
With the faint traces of Draconic bloodline in the humans here, they could be considered a whole other species but more importantly, it was ingrained in their very DNA to pay respect and deference to a being with a higher level bloodline. That is why the Water Dragon's words are gospel to these people.
Hence, the a lack of any true disagreement in this place. Everyone loved the Water Dragon who protected everyone and so, all of the disputes, rare as they might be, were handled by the Village Chief, who was sort of an emissary for the Dragon, and as he sent yet another pulse of CHI through his feet, he raised an eyebrow at the stoic faced Elder who was sipping his life giving tea.
He sensed a significant portion of his CHI being diverted straight to the Village Chief's body, making the man straighten up due to the added vitality. It made sense because the Village Chief was the strongest being in the village, by far, and that was probably due to the high level of Draconic bloodline as well as his CHI strengthening the old man.
If his senses were correct, well, let's just say that no one in Kun'Lun should have the honor of being the strongest CHI masters on the planet anymore. The sheer life force coursing through the old man was so strong that he had a solid chance of disorienting even the Hulk for a moment if need be. It made sense when one considered that CHI came from a strong body and the old man literally had the strongest Draconic bloodline in the village.
The only one who came close was his granddaughter, and she was rumoured to be way weaker than her older sister who defected from Ta-Lo to go out and live in the mortal world.
Of course, the Water Dragon stripped the woman of all of her gifts, which probably also included CHI and its bloodline, leading to her death in canon.
Well, he might have to see what he could do about that. Having the wielder of the Ten Rings in his debt might just come in handy, not to mention the fact that Shang-CHi would be an absolute powerhouse when given generous amounts of CHI during his early training and was also armed with the Ten Rings.
"Done sensing everything, Colin?" His vision focused as he snapped back from his senses, seeing the smiling face of the elder who was now reclined back in his chair, one that he brought from the outside world as a gift, and staring straight at him.
Smiling sheepishly, he drank the tea in a single gulp, and after setting the cup down as if it were a shot of liver destroying alcohol instead of rejuvenating tea, he replied, "Yup, was just surprised, that's all. You are one hell of an old man, I'll give you that much,"
This was actually the first time he had seen the CHI transfer in action since all the other times, the Water Dragon was the one who took the lion's share. He supposed that the Dragon had healed itself enough that it could now afford to strengthen its troops.
He heard Ying Nan, the next in line to be Chief, bristle and step forward, probably for physical assault when it was all stopped by a single hand by the Village Chief. He still did not know the geezer's name and he had to wonder if that was because the man was, by far, the most dragon out of all of them, and that somehow led to him getting a True Name?
"I don't suppose you are here to fight an old man like me, are you? Because that would draw shame upon your seven bloodlines," The man said as Ying Nan stepped back into her place and the Village Chief lounged in his chair, without a care in the world.
Spreading his senses far and wide, something that was made easier with the Dragon's consent and also because of all his CHI running through every single mile of this place, he sensed the Dragon, deep beneath the Lake, sleeping but keeping a close eye on the conversation happening here. His senses almost reached the sealed mountain but were abruptly stopped and then gently pushed back by the Dragon as he opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment.
He saw the Village Chief's eyes glaze over and gain a bluish tint to them as the Dragon spoke, through the village chief's face, "It is not yet time for you to meet the Endrbinger. You are still young. We cannot afford to lose you." Saying his piece, the Dragon left, and in his place left the Village Chief.
"I assume you wished to test if you were finally strong enough to begin directly affecting the seal with your miracle powers?" The Chief asked him, even as he waved his hand to his granddaughter, to empty his office.
Once they were alone, he raised an eyebrow at the incredible CHI manipulation on display. Apparently, that was enough of an invitation for the Old Man to start explaining stuff to him.
"I have grown every single piece of bamboo and wood in this office, by myself, by giving them my lifeblood, bit by bit. There is not a single thing in this office that I cannot control by myself,"
He looked around and yup, he was right. He wasn't sure if the Old Man would have used up so much CHI for something as trivial as sealing his office if he had not recently come into an essentially unlimited supply of CHI but even so, it was impressive. The thin layer of yellow with stars dotted in the middle reminded him of the advanced prison force fields in Asgardian Dungeons.
"Alright, I get it. I am not ready to handle the seal but I don't understand why. You guys won't even tell me what I need to be ready. I can figure something out. Do we need Holy elemental powers? Because I can get those, soon."
The Chief shook his head, "You misunderstand, Young Colin. You are still too young, too blessed, and simultaneously cursed with your power. It would be a catastrophe if you were to come into contact with the seal. Far better men than you have tried and failed,"
The better men part irked him a bit but he let it go. It was not like he was the strongest being on the planet, but he was aiming to be one and soon, within like a decade, he will be.
Until then, "Fine. I won't try anything about the seal anymore."
The Chief's eyes crinkled as he smiled, "Good. Now, what else can I do for you? Your scheduled delivery was still a bit away if my memory serves me right."
He nodded, "Yes but I will be busy for a while. Significant events happening in the mortal world will force me to divert my full attention there, and so I came early so the CHI delivery would not disrupted. Also, I needed an increase in my meat quota for the year."
The geezer, purposefully, hmmed and stroked his beard, "Hmm. That is difficult, you know. We just had a lower than expected yield. How much more do you need?"
He cursed internally at the old man. They literally could not have low yields. The Dragon made sure of it. And what did low yield have to do with their meat?
They were all vegetarians, as was the Water Dragon. The Dragon did eat spirits but he did not know if that could be classified as meat.
He ground out, "An extra CHI session for the year, in exchange for 30 more pounds of meat."
"Done." The man said with the speed of lightning, his hand in front of his at dizzying speeds. He blinked at the outstretched hand for a bit before he shook it in a daze.
Dammit! He should have asked for more.
"You know, for someone whose supposed lifelong mission is to contain the biggest evil this side of the world, you sure are slimy,"
The man had the audacity to beam at him, "That…I am, young Colin. That, I am."
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DoorMan #29
Chief Office, Ta-Lo [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sat in the Chief's office, the official ruling body of Ta-Lo, not that there were many conflicts in this place. The Dragon's presence along with the faint presence of its bloodline in the denizens of this pocket dimension meant that everyone here paid their respect to their superior in terms of bloodline.
He had learned a lot since the first time he came here and was confused about their traditions. As it turns out, the fantasy books were right. Bloodlines did matter in certain circumstances. The Water Dragon was a real Dragon. However weak it might have been in the realm of fellow dragons, which was also debatable since this particular dragon was vastly more versatile than others, even if the Dragon did lose some of its peak firepower in exchange, it was far more powerful than humans.
With the faint traces of Draconic bloodline in the humans here, they could be considered a whole other species but more importantly, it was ingrained in their very DNA to pay respect and deference to a being with a higher level bloodline. That is why the Water Dragon's words are gospel to these people.
Hence, the a lack of any true disagreement in this place. Everyone loved the Water Dragon who protected everyone and so, all of the disputes, rare as they might be, were handled by the Village Chief, who was sort of an emissary for the Dragon, and as he sent yet another pulse of CHI through his feet, he raised an eyebrow at the stoic faced Elder who was sipping his life giving tea.
He sensed a significant portion of his CHI being diverted straight to the Village Chief's body, making the man straighten up due to the added vitality. It made sense because the Village Chief was the strongest being in the village, by far, and that was probably due to the high level of Draconic bloodline as well as his CHI strengthening the old man.
If his senses were correct, well, let's just say that no one in Kun'Lun should have the honor of being the strongest CHI masters on the planet anymore. The sheer life force coursing through the old man was so strong that he had a solid chance of disorienting even the Hulk for a moment if need be. It made sense when one considered that CHI came from a strong body and the old man literally had the strongest Draconic bloodline in the village.
The only one who came close was his granddaughter, and she was rumoured to be way weaker than her older sister who defected from Ta-Lo to go out and live in the mortal world.
Of course, the Water Dragon stripped the woman of all of her gifts, which probably also included CHI and its bloodline, leading to her death in canon.
Well, he might have to see what he could do about that. Having the wielder of the Ten Rings in his debt might just come in handy, not to mention the fact that Shang-CHi would be an absolute powerhouse when given generous amounts of CHI during his early training and was also armed with the Ten Rings.
"Done sensing everything, Colin?" His vision focused as he snapped back from his senses, seeing the smiling face of the elder who was now reclined back in his chair, one that he brought from the outside world as a gift, and staring straight at him.
Smiling sheepishly, he drank the tea in a single gulp, and after setting the cup down as if it were a shot of liver destroying alcohol instead of rejuvenating tea, he replied, "Yup, was just surprised, that's all. You are one hell of an old man, I'll give you that much,"
This was actually the first time he had seen the CHI transfer in action since all the other times, the Water Dragon was the one who took the lion's share. He supposed that the Dragon had healed itself enough that it could now afford to strengthen its troops.
He heard Ying Nan, the next in line to be Chief, bristle and step forward, probably for physical assault when it was all stopped by a single hand by the Village Chief. He still did not know the geezer's name and he had to wonder if that was because the man was, by far, the most dragon out of all of them, and that somehow led to him getting a True Name?
"I don't suppose you are here to fight an old man like me, are you? Because that would draw shame upon your seven bloodlines," The man said as Ying Nan stepped back into her place and the Village Chief lounged in his chair, without a care in the world.
Spreading his senses far and wide, something that was made easier with the Dragon's consent and also because of all his CHI running through every single mile of this place, he sensed the Dragon, deep beneath the Lake, sleeping but keeping a close eye on the conversation happening here. His senses almost reached the sealed mountain but were abruptly stopped and then gently pushed back by the Dragon as he opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment.
He saw the Village Chief's eyes glaze over and gain a bluish tint to them as the Dragon spoke, through the village chief's face, "It is not yet time for you to meet the Endrbinger. You are still young. We cannot afford to lose you." Saying his piece, the Dragon left, and in his place left the Village Chief.
"I assume you wished to test if you were finally strong enough to begin directly affecting the seal with your miracle powers?" The Chief asked him, even as he waved his hand to his granddaughter, to empty his office.
Once they were alone, he raised an eyebrow at the incredible CHI manipulation on display. Apparently, that was enough of an invitation for the Old Man to start explaining stuff to him.
"I have grown every single piece of bamboo and wood in this office, by myself, by giving them my lifeblood, bit by bit. There is not a single thing in this office that I cannot control by myself,"
He looked around and yup, he was right. He wasn't sure if the Old Man would have used up so much CHI for something as trivial as sealing his office if he had not recently come into an essentially unlimited supply of CHI but even so, it was impressive. The thin layer of yellow with stars dotted in the middle reminded him of the advanced prison force fields in Asgardian Dungeons.
"Alright, I get it. I am not ready to handle the seal but I don't understand why. You guys won't even tell me what I need to be ready. I can figure something out. Do we need Holy elemental powers? Because I can get those, soon."
The Chief shook his head, "You misunderstand, Young Colin. You are still too young, too blessed, and simultaneously cursed with your power. It would be a catastrophe if you were to come into contact with the seal. Far better men than you have tried and failed,"
The better men part irked him a bit but he let it go. It was not like he was the strongest being on the planet, but he was aiming to be one and soon, within like a decade, he will be.
Until then, "Fine. I won't try anything about the seal anymore."
The Chief's eyes crinkled as he smiled, "Good. Now, what else can I do for you? Your scheduled delivery was still a bit away if my memory serves me right."
He nodded, "Yes but I will be busy for a while. Significant events happening in the mortal world will force me to divert my full attention there, and so I came early so the CHI delivery would not disrupted. Also, I needed an increase in my meat quota for the year."
The geezer, purposefully, hmmed and stroked his beard, "Hmm. That is difficult, you know. We just had a lower than expected yield. How much more do you need?"
He cursed internally at the old man. They literally could not have low yields. The Dragon made sure of it. And what did low yield have to do with their meat?
They were all vegetarians, as was the Water Dragon. The Dragon did eat spirits but he did not know if that could be classified as meat.
He ground out, "An extra CHI session for the year, in exchange for 30 more pounds of meat."
"Done." The man said with the speed of lightning, his hand in front of his at dizzying speeds. He blinked at the outstretched hand for a bit before he shook it in a daze.
Dammit! He should have asked for more.
"You know, for someone whose supposed lifelong mission is to contain the biggest evil this side of the world, you sure are slimy,"
The man had the audacity to beam at him, "That…I am, young Colin. That, I am."
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DoorMan #30
Ta-Lo [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He stood on top of a mountain, overlooking the giant seal on the mountain on the other side of the Giant Lake that housed the Water Dragon. Even from this far away, he could feel the sheer energy from within the seal and with it, the Darkness sealed within.
"Jeez," He had to shake his head at the absurdness of it all. Whatever it was, that thing had the potential to end the world, not just because it was very powerful, powerful beyond measure, but also because it had the ability to tap into the inherent darkness that every person has and then amplify it tenfold as well.
With the political situation on Earth being as what it was, a single person with a trigger happy finger could launch swathes of Nukes that would all but guarantee Armageddon for the planet. He was not sure if even this pocket dimension could survive for long without Earth's magical anchor acting as a, well, anchor to keep this pocket dimension from drifting away and turning into an alternate dimension.
"That is enough, life-giver," He heard a voice speak directly into his mind as he stopped the flow of CHI into the ground. Apparently, this mountain was one of the "bones" of the pocket dimension, so to speak. So, pumping CHI into this rock dispersed it throughout the entire pocket dimension, thereby benefiting every single thing here.
He was excited to finally eat the meat that had been gorging on his CHI for months now. According to the VIllage CHief, that batch of meat should be ready within a couple of months and he was going to make damn sure that Jin'Ya wouldn't even get a whiff of that particular barbecue.
Sitting down on the edge of the mountain, looking straight down at the Lake below, he said, "So, how long until you deem me ready? YOu know as well as I do that if we can do something about that, we should. Just sealing it does not seem safe, especially in light of what threats seem to be headed Earth's way."
"You speak the truth, lifegiver, and yet, we are not ready, not yet and not in the foreseeable future. The seal, it is not something that can be tampered with, lest we let the greatest Darkness of this world lose out into the world,"
He sighed, "Fine. I get that but there must be something to keep it from hammering away at the seal. Maybe some sort of light based weaponry? Since it is exclusively made up of darkness?"
"That might have worked on its soldiers but on the Darkness itself, unless it is very high level holy magic, light of any sort will not have any effect on it."
"Great. I'll start looking into something then."
"I bid you farewell, lifegiver," He saluted to the thin air, and then turned around, a portal opening up on command as the Water Dragon did his magic and used the residual portal energy from before to open a portal to the same location from where he came.
Hefting the small bag on his shoulder that contained 20 pounds of meat with the rest of the 10 pounds coming from the CHI enhanced meat, he whistled and began walking out of the alley.
It was still night time here, and he was not yet hungry, the milk products from Ta-Lo more than enough to sate his hunger for a while. Those things were awesome and yet, their meat was even better.
Normally, once he received delivery of Ta-Lo meat, he would straightway rush to Earth and then directly to the Red Hearth, because of the way the meat from Ta-Lo could get injected from Earth's air.
But this time, due to the Water Dragon's continued well being, he was gifted a bag with so many enchantments that it shone like a beacon to his senses.
Food stasis, Weight reduction, Spatial expansion, Anti-theft, Return to owner feature, Invisibility, Ignore Me spell, and more, were carved into the bag such that he had no worry about the quality of meat or even the fact that he was walking through the night with a bag on his shoulder that should have raised some alarm bells.
Yawning, he hailed a cab and went about to his apartment. So far, he had dealt with Ta-Lo's problem, and he still had three more days till his flight. That time could be well utilised in figuring out why Shuri up and disappeared like that.
Her name was deleted even from the tenants' list, even the tenants' history list that his apartment building maintains. It was gone from the University database as well. Honestly, both of those things were not really hard to do, especially for her but he questioned the necessity of it.
Why wouldn't she just drop out and disappear into the background? Why such a hurry?
His instincts told him that without something significant happening, Shuri would not have abandoned a mission like the one she was on.
"Jin'Ya, any updates?" He mentally shouted through his link and smiled at the link "solidified" for lack of a better term.
"Yeah, I'll give you updates. Banner is growing restless because of a lack of human contact. His mental state being what it is, I haven't approached him and I don't think it will be nice if he starts to believe that there are voices in his head."
He frowned at that. That totally slipped his mind, "Alright, tell him to create a list of Lab apparatus that he will need and tell him to be sure that the machines can be found on the open market otherwise, we risk being tracked."
"Sure but I must warn you that even something like that would not be enough to calm him down. The man is a walking mental health issue."
Entering his apartment, he set down the bag of meat near the fridge, and freshened up. Once he was done with that, he scanned his apartment with his senses as well as another enchanted item he got from the Water Dragon that helped him count how many gazes were on him at any given point in time. It worked even if the gaze was distant and they were watching him through cameras.
He raised an eyebrow as he realised that there were no gazes on him, which was odd since he expected at least Wakanda to keep a closer eye on him. Maybe the bracelet does not work as intended? No, the Water Dragon had no reason to lie and the Dragon was a master of its craft, that much he was certain.
Maybe something to test later on. In the meanwhile, he had some messages to look through and some money to make. He barely slept these days anyway so work for a couple of hours before he slept sounded nice to him.
_____xx____
SHIELD Helicarrier
–Nick "Furry" Fury–
He glared at the holo screens in front of him as these people had the audacity to demand something from him, something that was partly caused because of them. His forehead vein threatened to burst as he asked them, "Can you repeat your question?"
There was a wave of unease throughout the room at this tone but the Council, Singh if he remembered correctly, asked the question once more.
"What is being done to contain the growing threat from the Orange Menace? Last I heard, he was the one responsible for the Hulk's—"
He grit his teeth to stop himself from exploding, 'Might I remind you, Councilman, that this very body stopped me from doing anything regarding Dr. Banner? As per my recommendations, we could have hidden him from the rest of the world and then studied his abilities later on, once the situation had calmed down. That idea was shot down by everyone present here.
"Director Fury, we just wanted to make sure–"
He sarcastically said, "Oh yeah, I get that. I completely understand. I also want you people to completely understand that it is not my job to clean up your messes. As for the Orange Menace, my people are still looking for him but for someone with his abilities, it will be laughably easy to evade detection or even worse, subdue all my men if they even manage to find the man."
"Director! The accusations that you are making–"
"I have no patience for this. Go back to what you were doing while I was working and let me do my job. One thing is clear though, if we had Banner on our side, and helped him gain any modicum of control over the Hulk, we could have very well had, not just an Avenger candidate, but also someone with a deterrence against the Orange Menace. Your actions have just made my job harder.
The least I expect you to do is use your authority for something and muzzle that damned Ross."
With that, he left the room, uncaring of the Council's response. His patience was already wearing thin as they could not find neither hair nor hide of both Banner and the Orange Menace.
Banner should have been relatively easy to find, with the giant bursts of Gamma that were always part and parcel with his Hulk transformation.
Sitting in his office, he sighed, pressed a button on the telephone, "Get me Agent Hill."
Maybe it was time they got the advanced Gamma Arrays installed on the Helicarrier, and even the Quinjets. If nothing else worked, they might just have to scour countries with the Scanner since Banner, in his base form, still emitted Gamma but was too small to be detected by satellites in orbit.
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DoorMan #30
Ta-Lo [January 19, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He stood on top of a mountain, overlooking the giant seal on the mountain on the other side of the Giant Lake that housed the Water Dragon. Even from this far away, he could feel the sheer energy from within the seal and with it, the Darkness sealed within.
"Jeez," He had to shake his head at the absurdness of it all. Whatever it was, that thing had the potential to end the world, not just because it was very powerful, powerful beyond measure, but also because it had the ability to tap into the inherent darkness that every person has and then amplify it tenfold as well.
With the political situation on Earth being as what it was, a single person with a trigger happy finger could launch swathes of Nukes that would all but guarantee Armageddon for the planet. He was not sure if even this pocket dimension could survive for long without Earth's magical anchor acting as a, well, anchor to keep this pocket dimension from drifting away and turning into an alternate dimension.
"That is enough, life-giver," He heard a voice speak directly into his mind as he stopped the flow of CHI into the ground. Apparently, this mountain was one of the "bones" of the pocket dimension, so to speak. So, pumping CHI into this rock dispersed it throughout the entire pocket dimension, thereby benefiting every single thing here.
He was excited to finally eat the meat that had been gorging on his CHI for months now. According to the VIllage CHief, that batch of meat should be ready within a couple of months and he was going to make damn sure that Jin'Ya wouldn't even get a whiff of that particular barbecue.
Sitting down on the edge of the mountain, looking straight down at the Lake below, he said, "So, how long until you deem me ready? YOu know as well as I do that if we can do something about that, we should. Just sealing it does not seem safe, especially in light of what threats seem to be headed Earth's way."
"You speak the truth, lifegiver, and yet, we are not ready, not yet and not in the foreseeable future. The seal, it is not something that can be tampered with, lest we let the greatest Darkness of this world lose out into the world,"
He sighed, "Fine. I get that but there must be something to keep it from hammering away at the seal. Maybe some sort of light based weaponry? Since it is exclusively made up of darkness?"
"That might have worked on its soldiers but on the Darkness itself, unless it is very high level holy magic, light of any sort will not have any effect on it."
"Great. I'll start looking into something then."
"I bid you farewell, lifegiver," He saluted to the thin air, and then turned around, a portal opening up on command as the Water Dragon did his magic and used the residual portal energy from before to open a portal to the same location from where he came.
Hefting the small bag on his shoulder that contained 20 pounds of meat with the rest of the 10 pounds coming from the CHI enhanced meat, he whistled and began walking out of the alley.
It was still night time here, and he was not yet hungry, the milk products from Ta-Lo more than enough to sate his hunger for a while. Those things were awesome and yet, their meat was even better.
Normally, once he received delivery of Ta-Lo meat, he would straightway rush to Earth and then directly to the Red Hearth, because of the way the meat from Ta-Lo could get injected from Earth's air.
But this time, due to the Water Dragon's continued well being, he was gifted a bag with so many enchantments that it shone like a beacon to his senses.
Food stasis, Weight reduction, Spatial expansion, Anti-theft, Return to owner feature, Invisibility, Ignore Me spell, and more, were carved into the bag such that he had no worry about the quality of meat or even the fact that he was walking through the night with a bag on his shoulder that should have raised some alarm bells.
Yawning, he hailed a cab and went about to his apartment. So far, he had dealt with Ta-Lo's problem, and he still had three more days till his flight. That time could be well utilised in figuring out why Shuri up and disappeared like that.
Her name was deleted even from the tenants' list, even the tenants' history list that his apartment building maintains. It was gone from the University database as well. Honestly, both of those things were not really hard to do, especially for her but he questioned the necessity of it.
Why wouldn't she just drop out and disappear into the background? Why such a hurry?
His instincts told him that without something significant happening, Shuri would not have abandoned a mission like the one she was on.
"Jin'Ya, any updates?" He mentally shouted through his link and smiled at the link "solidified" for lack of a better term.
"Yeah, I'll give you updates. Banner is growing restless because of a lack of human contact. His mental state being what it is, I haven't approached him and I don't think it will be nice if he starts to believe that there are voices in his head."
He frowned at that. That totally slipped his mind, "Alright, tell him to create a list of Lab apparatus that he will need and tell him to be sure that the machines can be found on the open market otherwise, we risk being tracked."
"Sure but I must warn you that even something like that would not be enough to calm him down. The man is a walking mental health issue."
Entering his apartment, he set down the bag of meat near the fridge, and freshened up. Once he was done with that, he scanned his apartment with his senses as well as another enchanted item he got from the Water Dragon that helped him count how many gazes were on him at any given point in time. It worked even if the gaze was distant and they were watching him through cameras.
He raised an eyebrow as he realised that there were no gazes on him, which was odd since he expected at least Wakanda to keep a closer eye on him. Maybe the bracelet does not work as intended? No, the Water Dragon had no reason to lie and the Dragon was a master of its craft, that much he was certain.
Maybe something to test later on. In the meanwhile, he had some messages to look through and some money to make. He barely slept these days anyway so work for a couple of hours before he slept sounded nice to him.
_____xx____
SHIELD Helicarrier
–Nick "Furry" Fury–
He glared at the holo screens in front of him as these people had the audacity to demand something from him, something that was partly caused because of them. His forehead vein threatened to burst as he asked them, "Can you repeat your question?"
There was a wave of unease throughout the room at this tone but the Council, Singh if he remembered correctly, asked the question once more.
"What is being done to contain the growing threat from the Orange Menace? Last I heard, he was the one responsible for the Hulk's—"
He grit his teeth to stop himself from exploding, 'Might I remind you, Councilman, that this very body stopped me from doing anything regarding Dr. Banner? As per my recommendations, we could have hidden him from the rest of the world and then studied his abilities later on, once the situation had calmed down. That idea was shot down by everyone present here.
"Director Fury, we just wanted to make sure–"
He sarcastically said, "Oh yeah, I get that. I completely understand. I also want you people to completely understand that it is not my job to clean up your messes. As for the Orange Menace, my people are still looking for him but for someone with his abilities, it will be laughably easy to evade detection or even worse, subdue all my men if they even manage to find the man."
"Director! The accusations that you are making–"
"I have no patience for this. Go back to what you were doing while I was working and let me do my job. One thing is clear though, if we had Banner on our side, and helped him gain any modicum of control over the Hulk, we could have very well had, not just an Avenger candidate, but also someone with a deterrence against the Orange Menace. Your actions have just made my job harder.
The least I expect you to do is use your authority for something and muzzle that damned Ross."
With that, he left the room, uncaring of the Council's response. His patience was already wearing thin as they could not find neither hair nor hide of both Banner and the Orange Menace.
Banner should have been relatively easy to find, with the giant bursts of Gamma that were always part and parcel with his Hulk transformation.
Sitting in his office, he sighed, pressed a button on the telephone, "Get me Agent Hill."
Maybe it was time they got the advanced Gamma Arrays installed on the Helicarrier, and even the Quinjets. If nothing else worked, they might just have to scour countries with the Scanner since Banner, in his base form, still emitted Gamma but was too small to be detected by satellites in orbit.
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