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  Wakanda [May 2015]

  –Jack Sullivan–

  “So, that’s a NO, then?” He asked T’Chal who vehemently shook his head.

  “Absolutely not. I mean, Baba has initiated some things and I have fast tracked them but still, we are nowhere near ready to expose our existeo the entire world. No, not this early.”

  Well, it was worth a try.

  “But you still want to participate iudy?” He asked, just to firm because he was sure that something as trivial as hiding their identities was not going to stop Wakanda from getting their hands on a real spaceship.

  “Shuri will kill me in my sleep if I take this away from her,” T’Chal grumbled and he was correct. Shuri could be scary focused if it was somethied to her research.

  The girl was relentless when she wao be.

  “I assume Bruce’s appois are fast tracked and mandated, now?” he asked T’Chal whose face grew weary at the heavy emphasis he pced on the mandatory part. He made it clear st time, in no uain terms, that Brueeded to get to see his shrink and while he agreed that if the se came from within, it would be more effective but the problem with Bruce was that he was slipping more and more.

  Even a little progress would be good, something to show him the light. He did not wish Bruain in his mad stist mode, just as a way to further isote himself from the rest of the world.

  So, he made sure that T’Chal made the shrink visits a dition for tinued usage of the b and the processing power that BRuce was using. As it turned out, entering airely alien software nguage, Operating System, along with a logic progression that was based on the Flora and Fauna that was mutated by Vibraniuim, was not much of an obstacle for Bruce’s genius as he built algorithms after algorithms and just dumped them on the tral pute that Wakanda had.

  It was straually. If need be, they could turire Giant Mound into a giasink, with a near 100% efficy, makiirely absurd puters possible deep in the bs of Wakanda. THey had puters so advanced and fast that a single mae, in the Royal Labs, was responsible for sifting through all the data that Wakanda’s stists geed, along with hosting all their local intra.

  It was that absurd, and even then, somehow, Bruce mao use their systems so much that they finally had to build another puter, after over a decade, if he was n. Shuri was excited about that as well, something about T’Chaka not allowio build another more advanced puter until the current one was at capacity.

  Bruce was a great stist but he was a human, first and foremost, something that he had done his part in reminding the Wakandan ti assigo Bucky and him. By parison, Bucky was ing ahead swimmingly.

  Bucky was going to the meetings on time, ed copious amounts of Beer which was just water to his system, cooked for himself, cut up firewood for himself, ran around the mountain, and even lifted modified weights, something to keep him in shape.

  The Vibranium arm was something that he was getting used to, as well. It came with a multitude of bat options that turned Bucky into someone who was essentially wielding Iron Man’s arm. It came with its repulsor systems, to allow limited flight, limited bst capacity, and evehis, autonomous funing, as was evident when he was givehat was fetched by Bucky’s arm.

  “Alright, so, I assume Shuri will be oeam, then?”

  “Yes, I am afraid so.”

  “Perfeow, in about a day, I will be bringing in Ms.Betty Ross to meet Brud I need you to make arras in case she decides to stay for a longer period of time which I think will be a strong possibility once she is exposed to the sheer amount of data you guys on have species that are exclusive to Wakanda.”

  T’Chal sighed, “Not even Ki, and I already am imp fners into the try and giving them residency for an indefinite period of time. The cil is going to love me.”

  He grinned and stood up, “Hey, cheer up. They might grumble now but ohey see the amount of ehat you would face, with me by your side, they will be tripping over themselves to thank you.”

  T’Chal shook his head, and shook his head, “Somehow, I doubt that will e true.”

  “See ya!” he said as he jumped bato the portal that had formed. He was getting very good with portals now. It barely required focus, when he wao opeo a handful of pces.

  It was as if some sort of anchor was being formed in those pces, allowing him to open portals in split seds, without his hands being occupied solely for the waving in circur motion to open portal stuff.

  He jumped bad he found himself mid air, right above the spaceship, which was now moved from its uer pce, because the military had ebgun trag his movements and were sending out ships to see just what was in the pce where the Green Guardian frequeo.

  He took in a deep breath and smiled, “Ah, what a view,”

  Now, it was in an icy cavern that he dug himself using his powers. It was not really bat worthy in terms of the time it took to use it, but he had used a so far unused aspect of his power.

  Casting spells through his barriers.

  He created a giant barrier and shoved it into the ice, and then cast a heating spell on his barriers, heating them up immensely, melting the snow and then he created another barrier to yer atop the heating one, only this one was used to isote the melting process.

  That was how he created this giant icy cavern in the middle of the South Pole, with no human activity for hundreds of miles iher dire, something that was being more and more of a rarity these days.

  “Seriously, I have got to do something about climate ge these days,” He muttered to himself as he watched the sun rays hit the ice outside the cavern at the right angle, lighting up the cavern in natural diffused sunlight.

  It is a good thing that Tony has already started busting Big Oil and Coal’s ballsacks with his Arc Reactor. Once all SWORD operations mandate Arc Reactor usage, something that he will push for, it would signal the death knell of Big Oil.

  The future geion deserves to know the joy of riding a motorcycle on a straight empty road with nothing but the sound of wind and the roar of the engine in their ears, all without the guilt of the p being actively choked to its death, in their minds.

  He looked at the spaceship, somewhat resembling the Mino model of the Guardians of the Gaxy, sans the ons. It was currently perched on a small ptform he made of ice.

  “Wele. Mr.Sullivan,” The robotic voice greeted him as he ehe cockpit which was not as plicated as it should be, with the onboard puter doing most of the heavy lifting.

  Now, while he told everyohat he would give them uricted access to the spaceship, it was only partly true. He was only going to give them access to the FTL engine, ahem tinker with it, while the software, the real star of the show, will be isoted.

  “Hey, puter? you remove yourself from the ship a as a standaloy if your hardware is taken out of the ship itself?” He asked the voice, and to his amazement, a small partment opened up right behind the captain’s seat, on the floor.

  A small yellow bar rose up from it, filled to the brim with blue blinking lights.

  “That is the ey of the processing node afforded to the civilian version of the ship. The module be taken out of the shop for repair works and it fun on minimal energy or remain in a dormant state until the ship is ready to be used again. Be warhough that the module is very fragile and could break under forces exceeding 10 tons.”

  He smiled at the warning. Guess the puter didn’t know that normal human puters broke apart after being subjected to a huh of that weight.

  “Very well, initiate the shutdown procedure. Make sure that no star maps or any data about the outside civilizations is kept in the ship. Make sure that the module is sealed rightly, before disengaging everything. I will see you soon.” He said and then nodded as he stepped out of the ship, the lights turning off one by one as he saw the small situational awareness modules it had kept out of the ship disengaging aering the ship’s hull one by one.

  It was quite advanced but without any of its ons.

  “Guardians of the gaxy, huh?” He muttered to himself as he spun the bolt that ROcket had given him for some reason, no doubt another one of his juvenile pranks. He wondered what they were doing.

  He had visited Missouri and aside from an astonishing amount of caves and cheese, there was not much he could find. He had hoped to find the seed but no luck there.

  Maybe Ego wouldn’t even look out for Quill this time sihere would be no anomalous news of Quill handling a freaking Infinity Stohout immediately dying and then having his Dering the Xandarian systems.

  Maybe. Maybe, this time the Guardians of the Gaxy will be pletely fine and Ego would just remain floating in the universe, impregnating various species and just fetting about Earth.

  …..

  ….

  There was the sound of crickets in the cavern, even though they should not be in the iviro, as he cursed himself for even thinking those forbidden thoughts.

  His form slumped as a sigh echoed through the icy cavern.

  “I just fucked up, didn’t I? Fug Murphy,” He muttered to himself, resigning himself to anavanting across the gaxy to where the hell the troublesome group had found themselves.

  “Ah, I hate this!” He roared to the heavens, with his hands outstretched, with only the metaphorical crickets to keep him pany in his misery.

  After getting that out of his system, he straightened up and created another portal, and floated through, straight above the Aveower.

  Speaking of the Avengers, where was THor really?

  Since he was going to leave the p anyway, might as well che the Thunder God as well. Hell, he might even visit Zeus, if he had the fidence of dealing with a God King, that is.

  He then zily floated down to street level, waving at the cheering crowds and occasionally stopping to sign some autographs, and gave some kids a flying ride on a carpet he made out of his barriers, their heartfelt ughter and giggles warming his heart as he finally reached the hotel where Betty was staying.

  “Damn, being a General pays well, I guess,” He muttered to himself as he normally ehe hotel lobby, it was quite aablishment, something that screamed “quiet luxury” to him. The million dolr cars in the parkiainly screamed wealth to him, and the European interiors just added to the voice.

  “Hi! Wele to Dorchester Colle, what I d–ack” The receptionist halted mid speech as he let his natural green barriers flow over his skin. He just took a sed to reply as he watched the receptionist along with the bellboy just staring at him with wide eyes.

  “Hi!” he finally said to break them out of their trance.

  “I am here to meet oy Ross. you tell her that I am waiting for her down in the lobby?” he asked the receptionist after they got through their entire song and dance about apologising profusely and then asking him about what he needed.

  The receptionist’s face took on a troubled look as she traded looks with the bellboy, “I am extremely sorry, sir but it is against hotel policy to do that. We take uests’ fidentiality very seriously and firming if the person stays at our establishment would viote their privacy. If you want, I –”

  “Right, Hello, I am Rico, what I do for you on this fine day, Mr.Sullivan?” An entleman, Rico, appeared from behind him and shook his head.

  “Ah, I was hoping to get a message to oy Ross who is staying in this hotel. If that is not possible–”

  “Ah, certainly. Just let me get the message to her. In the meantime, why don’t you have iced tea, on the house?” Rico gestured to the bellboy and the receptionist who immediately began dialing numbers while Riself began leading him to another se of the hotel, probably the cafe side.

  “Just a moment,” Rico said after handing him the neer and a bunagazines and skedaddled off to somewhere.

  In the meantime, he just sat there, feeling woefully out of p his normal jeans and T-Shirt, in this luxury hotel.

  “Ah, we have firmation from Mr.Ross. She is on her way,” Rico said as he handed him his iced tea.

  “Thank you, and please, bill me for this.” He insisted.

  Rico just smiled, “You kid, sir. It is our pleasure to host the hero of New York. If you need anything, I am right here.”

  Damn, 5 star hotels really were something else.

  Now, only if he could get Betty to Bruce soon enough, so that he could get to the Guardians of the Gaxy in time.

  Stan Lee knows the trouble they must be in, right now.

  ___xx____

  Somewhere in the remote part of the Gaxy

  “Ahahaha! This is so much fun!” A muscled mountain of a man with glowing blue eyes roared as he wrestled with an infernal demon, while his surroundings were filled with corpses of such demons, only much smaller than the ones he was wrestling with.

  It was huge, t over the surroundings ahe positively tiny man, in parison, was able to tend with the demon, and was even winning.

  In the distance, a signature e spaceship arked with its inhabitants standing in front of the ship, looking at the aforementioned age happening in front of them,

  They had to quite literally nd their ship on top of corpses.

  “Uh, Quill, I think he is the one who gets the bounty. I don’t think he has noticed us yet, should we, I don’t know, just leave?” Rocket Ra asked Quill, their somewhat dumbass of a leader.

  Quill gulped as he looked at the mountain of muscle who just threw a huon demon on its backside and then began using its legs as hao throw it around. The rgest Infernal Night demon on the poid and the man was throwing it around as if it weighed nothing.

  “..Y-yeah, we should just leave.” He slowly began bag away from the clearly crazy man who was still ughing. The slow backward walk turned into panicked scrambling when the man finally noticed them.

  “Run for your own hides!” Rocket screamed as they ran to their ship.

  Quill cursed himself for straying so far away from the ship. Thankfully, he had some mods in pce just for this. He fumbled around in his pocket and grinned as he pressed the button, the propulsion system, and the hangar bays both lighting up as the Miered its Rescue mode.

  Now, all they had to do was reach the ship, something that was easy sihe man had yet to move.

  He looked back to firm, only to see no one in sight. He turned around and almost tripped over himself as he came to a halt, watg the same man crashing in their path, all shirtless and covered in burning blood.

  “AAAH!” he did not scream like a little girl when the blond mountain began smiling, in an incredibly creepy and not reassuring way.

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