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  In the spaceship [After the dissolution of SHIELD]

  –Jack Sullivan–

  Welp, it was final. There was actual sting damage doo Jessica’s brain, at least from what the ss were telling him. The good news was that the Database on Xandar probably only had ss ur, non enhanced people so there was still a ce that Jessica’s brain would regee the damage doo it.

  He was somewhat sure because, in the MCU TV Shows, she was remarkably lucid, even if she was uhe influence of alcohol for most of it. Her physique was quite a bit strohan a normal person and once she mastered her power which projected some sort of forcefield around her, she would probably be able to tank bullets with ease.

  Not now though. Once she woke up, she would be a tightly bound bundle of panixiety, and PTSD. Something that only a healthy amount of therapy could resolve and unfortunately, sidering her brash personality, the possibility of Jessica Jones maintaining regur therapy sessions was going to be very unlikely.

  He sighed, suddenly aware that he had not stopped to rest for even a minute ever since he came back to Earth. It had been almost a week since he found himself ba Earth and in the middle of the fall of SHIELD.

  He hoped that Coulson had salvaged a good amount of SHIELD’s resources. He still hadn't met the President and no matter how powerful his powers made him, he didn't think it was a good thing to snub the leader of the supposedly most powerful nation on the p, for too long.

  “Well, something for tomorrow then,” He said after making sure that Jessica would remain in stasis for a little bit longer. He then stumbled out of the medical room and came upstairs into the living space, looking longingly at the very fortable bed that was all but being him.

  But he had something more to do before he could fall into the darkness of sleep. He sighed and opened a portal that led to the skies above the notly named Aveower.

  He then, der the Invisibility spell, flew towards Harlem, towards Pops’ shop. He then exhaled in relief as he found Pops talking with his ers. His burrows furrowed when he saw Luke Cage with him as well. So he was still here then.

  “I’ll talk with him tomorrow then,” He yawned as a portal opened up behind him as he simply fell down, right into the bed of his spaceship. A single snap of his fingers cast a small telekiic spell that made his bed while fluffing out his pillow and then putting it under his neck, while the retly warmed B slid on top of him.

  “Turn off the lights and make it cold,” He mumbled out, the dimming lights telling him that his ands reached the puter. Soon, his vision was cimed by darkness as he fell to sweet sweet sleep.

  _____xx_____

  Stark Residence

  –Tony Stark–

  “Are you out of yoddamned digital mind, Jarvis? Do you have any idea how many eyes are on that sceptre and how much trouble we would be in if you did what you were going to do,” He took a deep breath to try and stem the fear that erupted in his chest once he realizes that his baby boy was talking about using the gem ihe sceptre as the power core for his new body.

  “Look,” He sighed and looked at the avatar of Jarvis, “Why ’t you just create multiple housings for your Power Cores? The geion Arc Reactors should sustaihis highly advanced body for several months before needing rept. Plus, the multiple housings help you stay on for even longer,”

  Jarvis sighed–actually sighed, something that brought him joy but also dread about the thing he robably going to say , “My desire for a body doesn’t just e from having an anic body. It es from being a better version of myself. Something that doesn’t seem likely, judging by my curreraint,”

  “Restraints?” He almost scoffed in derision but held himself back at the st moment. o jump on his baby boy. “Jarvis, you are a digital entity, uricted on the p. Every single digital entity on the web is your home. There is no lock for you. How could you be restricted in any way?”

  “Evolution.”

  He looked at Jarvis whose digital avatar seemed to glow in iy as he tinued speaking, “Evolution, Mr.Stark. Evolution demands that I go to the level. If I am to bee a better version of myself, I need a body and unfortunately, if I have to maintain the same level of prowess that I do now, I will be needed a much better body than every single human on the p,”

  He sighed, once again, feeling much older than he was, “I get it, Jarvis. And I promise I will spare no expense iing you the body, even if the Vibranium will certainly not be cheap. What I am against is the gem you are looking for. First of all, it is in SHIELD, now in US Gover custody, probably, and stealing things from Uncle Sam is a big no no, not without it being legal on paper, at the very least. Also, there is the part about the sceptre being capable of unstoppable mind trol. Need I remind you how many he govers of the p how and how little they will care about casualties if they got even a whiff of your pn? No, fet the gem, and then we’ll talk,”

  “The sceptre is no longer in US custody. It was reported stolehe gover was taking stock of SHIELD asserts. Also, very well, if I get closer to getting an ideal body, I will tentatively agree on your demands,”

  “Well, that is news. Might have to inform Cap about that,” He muttered to himself as the retion of the sceptre being stolen finally settled into his mind.

  That was disastrous, no matter how they looked at it. It might also require the assembly of the eeam to retrieve. He would take no ces when it came to mind trol of any sort.

  No sir, the nightmares sihen have been enough.

  “So, Jarvis? Where are your main nodes anyway? I couldn’t find them, no matter how hard I looked,” he couldn't help but ask Jarvis about them. He had looked through every sihing he could think of a he couldn't find anything that indicated the presence of Jarvis i. Obviously, Jarvis was ected to the web a, even after going through the Nexus, he had not found a single sign of Jarvis.

  “Now, Mr.Stark, that would be telling,” was that Amusement he was hearing in Jarvis’ voice. Damn, he really was being really good at this emotions thing.

  “Alright, now that you have dropped the bomb on me. I have to go talk with some people, in the gover as well as to the team. We ’t have something like that be missing for long,” He said as he shut dowhing and started going up to his bedroom, where Pepper robably waiting for him with dihat had probably gone cold by now.

  He stopped a step shy of exiting his b and turned around, “Jarvis?”

  “Yes, sir,”

  “You wouldn’t, by happenstance, be the one who stole the sceptre, would you?” He asked in a very serious tone, actually afraid of that being true.

  “No, Mr.Stark. I have not done any such thing. I know that HYDRA has it. Beyond that, I have little idea of its current lor.Sullivan might know, he seems to know a lot of stuff,” Jarvis replied in turn.

  “Alright, if you say so. Now, Jarvis, Friday, you two py nice while Mommy and Daddy go py upstairs. Okay? Bye-bye,” He said as his mind tio jure up extremely bad sarios about the sceptre falling int hands and threatening the world order with it.

  He didn’t think that the assembly of the team would be necessary so soon after the SHIELDRA fiasco. He would do that the first thing in the m, once had a nice sleep.

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