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  The A Kree City, Puerto Riay 2015]

  –Jack Sullivan–

  So, as it turned out, they were not happy with him essentially “Stealing” thousands of tons of worth of their nd and transp it to Mars.

  Yeah, ravelled quickly around here. Mainly because they saw the portal reading to a red p and also because they saw the disturbances happening on Mars because of the multitude of satellites they had stationed around Mars.

  They tried to demand it back, at first but then he deadpa them, and resolved the issue of the stolen sand. A mere flex of his will created a huge green block above the entire area they were standing in, shrouding the area as far as he could see, in a green glow. Everyone looked at it fearfully, as it flew over to the o until it became nothing more than a dot, and then, just for dramatic purposes, he lifted his left hand and pointed his index finger down.

  That caused the bloediately sink into the o, until it reached the seabed, wherein it immediately began filling up on the nearby soi?. In minutes, it was full and he recalled it pletely, all the while maintaining eye tact with the person who seems to be in charge here.

  People began screaming and running away when the same barrier began heading back but he had to give credit where credit was due, the person in front of him ook a step, even if his legs did shake at the sounds his team was making.

  Once again, the barrier returned but this time, it cast a much darker shadow all around them. The barrier then stopped atop the hole where the city used to be and then, as if it was just a truloading its load, dumped the soil into the hole, filling it pletely.

  The smell of the sea revalent in the air as he mogly saluted the agent in front of him, “There, problem solved. Before you say anything, that sand was taken from the seabed that was more than 9 nautical miles away from the coast, making it outside of the maritime boundary. So, Good Day, agent…Hayes.”

  God, it felt so good to be an asshole to these power hungry people, he thought to himself as he floated away and straight into a portal as they could do nothing but watch impotently. Oh, he was sure that he would have to ao people much higher in the of and tha Hayes down there but eh, problem for aime.

  Right now, he straight away went to Kamar Taj. He had a situation to expin to the A One, about the entire Kree city thing. He was also w if a remote base could be established on Mars or not.

  It would be a sick pce to have a man cave, with nothing but stones and the occasional Mars Rover in sight.

  It would also be quite funny to throw a beer on the ROver and tell it to “get off my wn” ohe gover iably used it to spy on his man cave.

  Ah, nice dreams.

  “Ah, Master Sullivan, what I do for you?” The A One was just standing there wheurned around the er of a building.

  “I was w if a warded base on Mars could be built?” He asked her with a shit eating grin.

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  [~A Few Hours Later~]

  As it turned out, it ossible to build an ented base on Mars but it would be ridiculously expeo maintain. Not expensive as in Money but expensive as in the dimensional energy o run the entments.

  A misceptiarding dimensional energy was cleared up for him by the A One, in her lecture voice, which was not something she had to use a lot on him. While Dimensional energy flowed through every atom of the universe, serving as a near ideal source of energy for Sorcerers, it acted differently when there was no human soul involved which could direct its flow.

  Dimensional Energy, in its base form, was just energy. A near unlimited and ever present source of energy but energy heless. Dimensional energy literally could not be directed properly without a soul being used as a medium. It could be woven through entments and thehat way, only if prur maintenance is done on it.

  Now, if the entments were done oh, a magical hotspot iy, they remain the same for extremely long periods of time, the very ambient energy oh feuling the entments.

  That was when Mars’ status as a dead p came into view. There was no magical hotspot “special-ness” that Mars had, that could help the entments stay for long periods of time.

  Relics stayed the same because they were fed by someoh a soul, interweaving dimensional and all other sorts of energy into an object, in the presenother Earth as a magical guardian, allowing the Relics to hold onto the inal magic for so long. And even then, if Relics are allowed to stay unused, with no magical soul using them, even the Relics break down and disappear.

  To create some sort of base on Mars would require someoo actively pump dimensional energy into the entments at a regur interval and also to repair the entments themselves that would also break down at regur intervals.

  All in all, quite a thankless and cumbersome endeavour. Even the Moon was feasible as a pce to create a base, because of the presence of life and also due to its proximity to a magical hotspot such as Earth.

  With that pn out of the way, he informed the A One of his using his own powers to get help transp that ey to Mars. She warned him about the ces of the city being exposed to the harsh envirohere due to the ck of any magical prote wove and he had assured that Wakanda would surely help to create a remote force field over the area where the city was buried, in exge for the ce to study the city.

  She had then asked him about his study in the field of teriy ers, something she had tasked him with since Wanda was st spotted in Australia.

  She had handed him a book about Reality ers and their effe reality and had told him point bnk, to develop something to stop Wanda from using her powers oy the ime they entered the Scarlet Witch.

  The way to anchor oneself into reality was not the same for everyone. He had to figure it out himself but it did give him hints in the form of using the thing closest to one’s soul to anchor their metaphysical self to the pne, and what was closest to his soul other than his source of powers?

  His Barriers. So, he had been w on enting his barriers themselves, and then using the entments to anchor himself and a small area himself, so that he could actually fight with Wanda.

  So far, in both of their enters, she had been able to reality all around him such that he wasn't even able to feel the effects until the effe the reality wore off. He had to atleast make sure that she wasn’t able to affect reality around him in ways that made fighting her impossible.

  His barriers would mean that anywhere his barriers went, the reality would be more solid, so to speak. It would be much harder to use her powers in that area because of the stronger reality.

  Progress was slow but steady as he figured out ways of anch himself, along with a small area around him to reality, using dimensional energy, energy from the Vishanti, and infusing them into his barrier powers, all in order to create an anti reality ing field.

  After updating her about his progress, he came over here.

  Above the o where the spaceship was buried. It housed no o the moment and ti had been weeks since he st came here but he was w what to do with the thing.

  He was of the mind to let Tony, Wakanda, and somebody from SWORD, ohey finally finished creating the damned agency, study the spaceship and help build Earth’s first FTL spaceship, so that they kick start the space age already.

  He was not going to be there, all the time, to send NASA’s huge Rovers outside the Asteroid Belt and then back all the time. Granted, each mission bad forth ed him a cool Billion Dolr, which was extremely helpful in funding every single venture he found cool, but it felt wrong somehow.

  Dependency of that sort created on him would soon turrimental if allowed to fester for long.

  So, Humanity’s first spaceship project was born in his mind but then again, for that, he would need some sort of united front from Humanity to hand over the teology to. If given to just a siion or a small collective of powerful nations, it would just create a hierarchy of weaker and more powerful nations.

  The more powerful nations would grow even stronger ohey had access to spad all the ludicrous amounts of resources that were just waiting to be tapped. It would destabilise everything and that was the st thing he wanted.

  Last time he had a chat with the authorities, he was assured that work was ongoing with the whole SWORD projed it would be up and running soon. Well, their “soon” did not seem to be aligned with his expectations, or that of humanity at rge.

  Typical goveral activities.

  Welp, time to rectify them, he thought to himself as he opened a portal that led to Washington DC.

  He took a step forward and breathed in the fresh air, well, as fresh as it could be. The presence of politis iy meant that he would not be able to enjoy anything in this city.

  He sighed and slowly, with no stealth whatsoever, floated towards the White House, which was visible to his enhanced eyesight. At his current speed, it should take less than 5 mio reach the gates, which should give the Secret Service plenty of time to prepare themselves.

  Immediately, he could see movement in his vision as people scrambled around the gate, ihe gate, as well as the areas in front of the gate. He could see multiple police cars with their lights on, heading straight towards him, some heading straight to the White House as well.

  He could see agents magically appearing on the rooftops of buildings around the White House, with heavy onry. Helicopters became airborne and began heading straight towards him.

  All in the span of 2 minutes.

  Impressive.

  Well, it would have been if they were able to do all this without g on the absolutely bloated Military Budget that the gover gave them every year. Still, it was quite a turnout, for just a single person.

  Grahat single person was him, the Green Guardian and it must have been really stressful for them as he simply nded oreet, absolutely littered by w enfort on all sides. Thankfully, he was not able to see any red sers poi his body with the threat of snipers shooting his brains out.

  That would have been….useless.

  His ears could still pick up on the absolute beehive of activity that was happening around the areas surrounding him. The President robably getting escorted to the Bunker underground, or to some vehicle that would get him away. In which case, the Military was not far behind.

  OR, the President was handling the situation like he should and any moment now, someone from the Secret Service would e ahead and call for him, as any sane politi with the weight of aire try on his shoulders would do.

  After all, it was not as if he had not just lifted aire city from the ground and thrown it on another p. What was a reinforced bunker in parison?

  He just looked around, at all the w enfort that surrounded him, with none of their usual guns in sight. Actually, no officer of the w that he could see, from atleast three different agencies, had their ons out.

  Even the Helicopters that floated right above him did not have their ons primed.

  Huh, so they were told to just surround him but not point anything at him. Someone had brains in the of and then.

  “Hiya, sir!” He waved at the closest police officer, quite a young fellow by the looks of it whose entire body trembled when he was addressed.

  The police officer swallowed loudly and then poi himself, “M-me?”

  “Yes, sir! May I have a few moments of your time?” He was being polite here, plus it was quite fun to watch everybody’s reas as well as the rookie’s.

  The rookie marched towards him, with a resigned expression on his face, as if he was marg straight to his death.

  “So, you poio the White House, my good sir? I actually have a meeting with the President.” The rookie looked at him as if he was a ghost.

  He then leaned forward and whispered spiratorially, “Actually, I don’t actually have an appoi and was hoping that he would aodate me in his busy schedule. Anyway, thank you for the dires.” He said and after patting the poor man on his shoulders, began walking slowly to the White House.

  He could feel everybody’s sphiightening but after waiting a beat for any response from them, he resumed walking, after seeing no response.

  He whistled and waved at all the people around him, some of them waving bad some just looking back dumbly, as he began the walk to cover the final distao the gate of the White House.

  The Secret Service arrived in front of him in a series of SUVs, as if they were the st bosses in the game.

  One of them came forward aended his hand, “Good Afternoon, Mr.Sullivan. Please follow me, the President is waiting.”

  He shook the agent’s hand and theered the SUV that was beiured to.

  Well, it would seem the President was not just a spineless politi then.

  o know that he could be reasoned with. He could see SWORD’s creation being hastened.

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