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  Triskelion

  –Jack Sullivan–

  He stood on the edge of the meeting room they were in, Fury hobbling to e stand by his side as the file transfer tio happen in the background. The new cil members hovered nearby but they were still obviously very o the whole gig and were unsure as to what to do.

  Thankfully, Romanoff gestured for them to go out, where a hoard of loyal SHIELD agents were waiting for them. No doubt, the events that spired here today would be leaked to every single listening ear in the span of 24 hours, deg to the world, the fall of SHIELD, as well as his supposed return to life.

  Well, he could use some of that influence he had gathered in his so-called death. That would certainly be useful in making sure that the hundreds of billions of dolrs that had been ied in the Carriers are actually useful and don't end up as ruins to be scrapped utted.

  It would be such a shame to dispose of such high quality carriers.

  “So, what now?”

  He looked to the side as Fury leaned on his e, looking straight up at the green barrier that was still lit up with the stant barrage of missiles and bullets that were peppering it. He then gnced back to see Romanoff looking at him with the same question in his eyes, the cil members fading in the background.

  “Well, now? Now, we o do some damage trol. I assume Coulson is safe and sound?”

  Fury bli the sudden ge of topic but nodded cautiously heless, “Yes. He was quite shocked by Garett being HYDRA, more so when one of his team members turned out to be HYDRA as well but both of them were dealt with, and they were enroute to the safe SHIELD base to report,”

  “Tell them to turn around.”

  “...”

  “I am sorry, what?”

  “Look above, Fury. SHIELD is not over, not by a long shot. No, this is but a setback. SHIELD had gotten too big for its britches. It is time to return to its roots. Most of SHIELD’s assets will no doubt be absorbed by the US gover but I assume you were able to get out all the truly dangerous stuff, like the blue fellow from outer space,”

  He could feel Fury stiffen beside him, at the mention of the Kree corpse they had in ste, pumping it for its blood to create drugs capable of short-term revival. Before Fury could get the litany of questions through, he tinued.

  “Make sure all of that is safe. If not, tell me and I’ll make appropriate arras. Now, about Coulson. I want him to take some trusted people, people who be trusted with the new mission that SHIELD will have, and then go underground. Once everythiles down, I’ll make sure that the new and hopefully improved SHIELD has enough resources and breathing room to begin rebuilding everything,”

  “...Leaving everything else off the table for now, why should I trust you with this? You know more than you let on and I, for one, am still not sure if you should be trusted with all the power you are about to get your hands on,” Fury said with frustration visible in his voice.

  He grinned and finally looked down at Fury, the various explosions in the backdrop illuminating the entire room with HYDRA apparently getting some of the higher energy ons on the Carriers active, “Well, Fury, what other choice do you have?”

  His smirk must have looked even more menag in the backdrop of the bright light. Fury maintained eye tact for a few more seds before he defted into himself, “....Fine. I assume you will be the one making tact with Coulson?”

  “Yes. do be sure to give him the Toolbox, will you?” He asked Fury in turn, taking great pleasure in giving back to back shocks to the information master of the p.

  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some Nazis to kill,” He gestured to the front, where a portal slowly maed, revealing the inside of a hangar, from the looks of it. It ortal straight into the moving phat Coulson was on.

  Fury apparently reised the ship, or more accurately, the Bus, and after giving him a hard look, hobbled into the portal.

  “I’ll be seeing you around, Fury,” He couldn’t help but give o parting statement as Fury didn’t even turn around, walking further into the ship.

  “Not that that’s done, what will you do now, Agent Romanoff? I am sure that all that running around in the past two years hasn’t done you any favours,” He said even as he had to expand the barrier cover as the Carriers had begun targeting the surrounding areas as well, with one particurly stupid media helicopter veering dangerously close to the barrier walls, to give their viewers a much better view of the whole thing.

  “Me? Ah, this whole thing started because I thought you died, by my hands, no less. Now that you are alive, I don’t really feel the urge to deliver justice that intensely anymore. Plus, teically, I am doh my revenge, with Pierce being the only one who was left from the inal WSC,” ROmanoff said as she gestured to the now very much dead Pierce with her gun, the same gun with which she killed him.

  “So, retirement, then?” He found himself asking her, his barriers inf him that Rogers and Barton were on their way to the top floor, with most of the members surrendering and disarming themselves voluntarily after realising that the Green Guardian was on site. Nobody had any pints ter on, ohey realised the person who sheared space whales in half was standing in the same building as them.

  “...You knoeople like me don’t get to enjoy retirement. At most, It’ll be a short break before I’m ba some crisis and holy, I wouldn’t have any other way. Now, somewhere tropical, please?” Romanoff kissed him on the cheek as he obliged her request and opened a portal straight to the Domini Republic, the beaches clearly in sight.

  “See you around…Natasha,”

  She just gave him a smile and turned around, soon disappearing from the view.

  ….

  “Ah, I was hoping to catch her,” t muttered even though he didn’t sound so upset about the whole thing. Clearly, he was still a little flicted about Romanoff and her as in the past two years.

  “Tell Jarvis to call it off,” Rogers all but pleaded with him to stop Jarvis from being a mass murderer. He shook his head iive.

  “But! There could be is onboard!” Rogers said, his shield glinting in the light reflected by yet another volley of missiles. At this point, the carriers were so far away from the Triskelion that only missiles could reach them.

  Instead of replying to Captain’s questions, “Jarvis?”

  “Acc to extealoguing done i two years, there are exactly zero “is” on board the carriers, with more than 99% of them having pledged their loyalty to HYDRA through one means or the other,” Jarvis’ voice echoed out of the ceiling.

  “See, there’s your answer,” He said as a small barrier verged around the entire room, enveloping the three people present in the barrier and then floating all of them towards the media people stupid enough to venture so deep into a pce that was literally being lit up with missiles like they were cheap fireworks.

  “Wasn’t this a federally restricted no fly zone?” He questioned t who leaned on the barrier wall.

  “Still should be,” t replied as they closed in on the media copter who had apparently taken notice of them and was in the process of turning around. With a flex of his will, his barriers began enveloping the media copter, slowly getting it to a plete halt. Food measure, he made sure to remove all the bolts keeping the rotors attached to the body of the helicopter.

  The repan shrieking as the helicopter abruptly came to a stop with the helicopter systems no doubt throwing all kinds of warnings. The shrieking stopped the moment all three of them came into the media crew’s field of vision.

  No doubt seeing Captain Amerid Hawkeye was a novel experience, but getting to see the Green Guardian, fresh out of death, must have shocked the reporter out of her shoediately smoothen out the creases in her dress as she expetly looked at their group.

  He shook his head internally at the lengths these people would go, to just for the test scoop.

  “Hi, guys! I am Jack Sullivan, Green Guardian, as you might already know. Yes, I am not dead. Yes, this is me, and not some vampiric resurre that might suck your blood. No, Satan was not involved. The situation unfolding right now is kind of a gover secret. I will be making a bigger statement ohe situation is resolved. Thank you for tuning in!”

  He then waved his hand, propelling the copter to nd in the empty hangar in front of the Triskelion, and them into the dire of the carriers, by going through a hole in the shield that had formed over the Triskelion. The hole closed up behind them even though no more missiles had been unched.

  “Jarvis?”

  “Satellite link up at 62%. ETA to pletion - 20 minutes,” Jarvis’ voice came into his s as they slowly gained on the carriers.

  “Why are we going after them? Are you saving them?” Rogers’ question came to the front of his mind and he found himself asking the same question once again. He had no wish to see once more the massive loss of life that was about to happen in front of him.

  He could have chosen to remain oh, and wheime came, simply pushed Jarvis uhe bus. After all, Jarvis was a digital entity who could not be found by his very creator even after searg for two years, what hope did he have in ving Jarvis to stop his as? Clearly, the cold logic of the AI was sound.

  He had no hopes in the fwed Justice System of the p in successfully vig and more importantly, appropriately punishing all the criminals. He khat most of these criminals would simply escape from the prisons, or serve very short sentences and find themselves with their freedom intact, despite the litany of crimes they had itted.

  So, yeah, his mind khat the way Jarvis was doing it was the easiest way to do it. NO muss no fuss. Everybody ected to HYDRA goes, nobody survives who could rebuild it once again.

  …A, why was he heading straight to the Carriers? To withe no doubt horrific sight that was about to assault his eyes?

  Why would he subject himself to that, especially after seeing the massive loss of life after he destroyed aire merary group, with members surpassing 10000 liviient beings?

  His fists ched as green, blue, and yellow flickered around his form, his powers refleg his destabilising mind. His mind could not recile the cold logic that this was the easiest, fastest way to do things. With Thanos on the horizon, he could not afford to have distras on his home turf.

  A house would only ehe smooth operations that would no doubt be o prepare for Thanos’ iable arrival. With the Reality Stone’s location unknown, he would have to tread even more carefully than before, a?

  His mind came to those same words.

  Fastest. Easiest.

  For some reason, memories long thought lost assaulted his mind. Memories of a simpler time, memories of a time when he didn’t have to think of every little a of his. It was easy too, sidering that he only had to worry about himself, sihat was the extent of his sphere of influence.

  Amidst those preemories, a few words came to the forefront. Words he had read in some online blog somewhere, in a bid to pass the time.

  “There is an easy way and a right way to do most everything, but the easy way is almost never going to be the right way.”

  “Damn it, Rogers!” He cursed the Captain before the yellow glow that had been surrounding his body travelled along his arm before culminating in a small yellow glowing ball in front of his outstretched right hand.

  “Wh-What’s happening?” He heard t curse as the barrier they were in began shuddering, its iy losing as he focused his mind on something else.

  “Mr.Sullivan, may I ask what is it that you are trying to aplish here?” he heard Jarvis speak into his s in a wary and teone.

  He gri the question, relieved that Jarvis was still capable of feeliions.

  “Me? I am doing the right thing, and not the easy thing, Jarvis. Stop the carrier ast right this instant. All these criminals have a right to a speedy trial by justice.”

  “--fusing. It seemed that we had an agreement that all these criminals, once judged by the faulty human system, would undoubtedly—”

  “I know what we discussed Jarvis. No, they will not be judged by the specific ws of a specific try. They will be judged by the people. I will make sure of that,” He said, even as his hand began trembling due to the sheer energy that he was trating in his right arm.

  All that leftover energy from the energy storm had been absorbed by his barriers, hidden away, inaccessible until this very moment.

  “....Unfortunately, Mr.Sullivan, I don’t share your views and as such, all these people must die,” Jarvis’ cold voice rang with finality as the e cut off.

  “Damn, I was hoping to avoid this,” He muttered to himself even as he aimed at the yellow ball of Mind Stone Energy and then aimed it at his left hand which held the matrix of a seemingly simple spell.

  It was a mind unication spell. It was simply a way of delivering a message from one mind to another, without the sent of the receiving mind. It was simple because there was no mind invading involved. The message was simply transferred through the Astral Realm, making sure that the message itself was nguage agnostic.

  He was hoping to get his feelings oter across to Jarvis, using the mind stone energy and the basic spell he knew. He just hoped it would work and he had a hunch it would. He closed his eyes shut as he honed in on the horrifying feelings he felt when he snuffed out over 10000 lives in a single move. How depressing and heavy the weight of having that much power was. How he felt wheuro the Collector’s Colle.

  He wished to vey all of that through the very basic spell. If only the spell matrix was not being actively destabilised by being in the mere viity of the Mind Stone energy. He go his left and saw t and Captain standing behind the signature shield, looking at his glowing form with varying levels of wariness, and hope in the case of the Captain.

  His eyes shone as he looked at the Vibranium in front of him and after feeling the spell matrix break down once again, he simply willed the Shield in front of him, the Captain reising the green tint in time aing go.

  The shield floated in front of him as he aimed the cave side of the barrier at the carriers that were about to reach the inky bess of space.

  Then, with a roar, he smmed both his hands into the back of the shield, both the energies melding together before a thin beam of yellow and e light emerged from the front of the Shield, breaking through his barrier in an instant and reag the carriers nearly instantly.

  Instead of pung through the carriers, it simply bounced off each carrier and theed the process until all he could see was a sea of yellow boung surrounding the carriers.

  “...Wh..What is th…this?” The breaking voice of Jarvis could be heard over the s.

  “This is my message to you, Jarvis. These are my feelings oter. This is what a se human would feel when fronted by the fact that they were going to be responsible for snuffing out thousands of lives.”

  “...No..T..Too uch….Bzzz….” Jarvis’ voice tio e in and out in patches as he must be feeling the effects of the spell, amplified as it was by the mind stone.

  The effect was obvious as the repulsor thrusters began reg in the blue glow.

  Still, that was only hurdle One of their goal.

  He turo the very fused Captain and t who were looking at the very red and smoking Vibranium Shield. It should not be doing that.

  Ooops.

  “Time to call in the reinforts, Captain. I’ll go in and cast a sleep spell on all of them but even with me sustaining an artificial barrier around the carriers to make sure that all of them still breathe, we will need someoo take trol of the Carriers as well as the Satellites and safely bring it back down.”

  “Call Stark,” He summarised his previous statement.

  “....”

  “....”

  “Dude, how are we supposed to get cell service here?” t asked him incredulously.

  Oh.

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  A/N - I have a feeling this chapter will have a very porisiion. Still, this is what my brain vomited and that is what you guys are here for.

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