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Manhattan, NYC [May 1, 2012]
–Jack Sullivan–
“Damn, not even today, huh?” He eo himself as he pleted his patrol over the skies of New York and decided to stop for the day. He had seen Stark waving at him through his penthouse bar when he had done a fly-by ter in the day and the sun was setting on the horizon, signaling the end of the day. Acc to his memories, the invasion was supposed to happen somewhere in the month of May 2012 and now that the month had begun, he had begun feeling jittery all at o was kinda ridiculous how much the Chitauri were going to be out of their depth ohey reached Earth but even still, their sheer numbers intimidated him somewhat.
He had gotten firmation from the A Ohat none of the sorcerers were going to participate in that war, on her express orders and she herself would only allow him the use of portals and his innate powers. No sorcerer spells in front of the mundane people, got it?
It kinda limited his options but they limited to his stro spells anyway so he was fih that. He was sure that Stark Tower was going to be the spot where the Chitauri would gather and while dealing with a major poputiore was going to be a pain in the ass, he had to do it, for the sake of the is.
He might have to see how effective the evacuation strategy was in New York in case of a natural disaster. Though, it rained pretty heavily and snowed pretty heavily in NYC so it must be somewhat thh, at least that's what he was expeg. He would double-check with the Police chief, just in case though because dealing with an alien invasion would be a first of many firsts that Crk would have to gh.
Yeah, he was on a first-name basis with Crk, the NYPD Poliissioner. Oh yeah, it was a ce meeting where he had to drop off a couple of crumpled-up cars to the police impound when he was stopped by the people there. He had wondered what was going on when in came the NYPD issioner who wao have a chat with him regarding his activities. He discussed his ret pursuits and the way he kept his eyes oy below by flying above the city in his green Gundam.
Crk had also told him that even without him doing anything, just the sight of his giant green avatar flying overhead makes even the most hardened of criminals drop their ons and surreheir cases of injuries on active duty have dropped to record lows and trary to news pieces who said that the Police officers wanted him gone, almost all of the officers and even their families were very grateful for the hero to help keep their city safe. It was getting so easy for them that some of the officers had begun sg off during the day because they knew most of the violent crime had gone underground.
“Hmm?” He stopped abruptly in his tracks as he saw something very peculiar. A very buff blonde man. Now, that would not have been an odd occurrence, especially in the area he was in but something about that muscle mae stood out to him. He turned around, his face already disguised to one of the burner masks he kept on hand, and saw the man was wearing a hoodie and had already turned around the er. He ran after him and saw him entering a gym. A very old gym from the looks of it.
He ran to the entrand saw that Goldie’s Gym was closed but the door was left slightly ajar, probably by the person who had entered before him.
He looked around shiftily and after seeing that nobody aying even the slightest bit of attention to him, he realised that he was in New York and straightened up. Grinning toothily, he opehe door aered the gym. The gym arently on the first floor and the door just led to a stairway. He climbed the stairs, already hearing the dull sounds of something hitting something.
Or rather, a very special someoting a pung bag.
“Bingo!” He shouted once he ehe gym and saw Steve freaking Rogers, the OG Captain America pung the shit out of the pung bag. Judging from the creaks of the holding it, he was sure that it was going to e off its hinges soon enough.
Captain America was in the middle of one of his very heavy punches when he heard his voice. He paused mid-punch, which looked super cool, and turned around.
He had to say, despite being vastly more powerful than the super soldier in front of him, he was still somewhat intimidated by the inteare that he was subjected to by the blue eyes of the man lost in time. An awkward silened in the gym as Captain America looked in his dire with his hands still raised in his pung motion.
It didn’t look like the Captain was going to say anything so he fidgeted a bit under his gaze and then waved his hands, “Hi!”
The Captain looked very fused but heless still returned his hand wave by waving his boxing glove.
“Um, you shouldn’t be here, the gym is closed,” The Captain said as he began removing his boxing gloves aowards a bench where his water was kept.
“Uh, yeah. I kinda know that. Sorry for ing in but teically the door was left open so it is not breaking aering and besides that, I was not going to let something as pesky as a creaking door e betweeing one of my childhood idols,” He kind of bbbered on and looking back, he was ly proud of the way he just fell short of words in front of the legend himself.
The captain stiffened slightly as he realised that he was reized as the Captain America, someone who was supposed to be dead. He tried to py it off but he was very persistent in that regard. When it looked like he wouldn’t take no for an answer, he began pag up.
“Alright, kid. It's time to go home. I am just an ordinary soldier, not whoever you think–”
“Which is exactly what Captain America would say. He was just so obnoxiously humble that he would say that he was just a soldier for the Army instead of the super soldier he is. That’s why you survived, right? The serum saved you from dying in the snht? Right?” He ght into his fad nearly vibrated iement.
He couldn’t help it. Despite knowing intellectually that he would meet the Captain someday, now that he was finally in front of him, he was just saying whatever came to his mind. It was kind of nerve-wrag.
The Captain paused in his efforts to stuff all his gear into his box and then sighed as his shoulders drooped. “Alright, kid, what do you want?”
He pointed a fi him and then said, “Okay, first of all, I am not a kid, just a big fan. Sedly, I just wao talk. I know it could not have been easy waking up in a world that has moved on,” He said and sat down on one of the stools nearby.
The Captain looked amused as he said the bit about him not being a kid but he immediately tensed once he saw him using his powers to move the stool from one er to under him as he seamlessly sat oool.
“Rex, I am the Green Guardian that you must have seen flying in the sky. Although I hate that name and have never and will never respond to that moniker, I will allow you to call me that,” He said and leaned forward, both of his hands under his as he looked at the wary Captain.
“You are the one who has been fighting crime? You are a kid!” The Captain took one look at the small barrier still floating behind him and then excimed.
He sighed, “Oh, e on! I am not a kid. This is not my inal appearance. I just wao meet you so I dohis disguise.”
“You do that?” The absolutely fused look on the Captain’s face was absolutely photogenie to think of it, his face would be photogeni every siuation. What an enviable ability to have, you know, aside from the extra strength, speed, and overall awesomeness.
He chuckled, “Yes, I do that aside from a number of other awesome things I do. Notain, I am sure that you have a ton of questions about the modern world that you haven’t yet asked your minders at SHIELD. I would be more than happy to-”
“You know about SHIELD?”
“You’re kidding, right?” He deadpa The Captain.
“I was told that SHIELD is a very big secret and the on people know nothing about it,” The Captain said as he leaned on the wall and crossed his arms in front of his chest as he assumed a thinking pose.
He scoffed immediately, “Captain, I am sure you have seen various enemy strongholds in your days. Tell me, how an agency that has a huge HQ in the middle of Washington Dd Virginia? Do you think a location like that be kept secret? They have huge crete logos built on the side of the buildings there. They couldn’t be screaming harder to the world if they tried to. Secretive? Please,”
“I…did not know that,”
“Well, you do now,”
“Thanks, I guess. I am going home now. It was nice meeting you and thank you, I guess, for all the work you do,”
He shook the Captaiended hand and watched him leave the gym. He sighed in disappoi. As far as the first meetings went, this was not what he expected it to be. He totally destroyed all the mystery factor he was going for and came on to.
The ime he would e here, he would probably e face to face with a SHIELD battalion instead of the CAptain, or the Widow. He didn't know what was worse betweewo.
He sighed and snapped his fingers, creating a portal, and stepped through straight into the Afri ti. He had not been thinking mud stepped straight into a s.
“Eww,” He muttered as he immediately covered himself in a barrier and tried to take all the gooey stuff off his legs. He immediately regretted doing so because somehow, despite removing the stuff almost immediately, the smell still stubsp;
*Sigh*
He sighed and looked around and paused as he realised where he was. He was in the viity of that small dockyard where he remembered Kue was hiding. He was looking into that area using Google Earth View and that was the first thing his mind must have e up with when it came to South Africa. Kue was hiding out here with the quarter-ton of Vibranium that he had stolen from Wakanda.
“Wakanda, hmm. What to do?” He hummed to himself as he sat cross-legged on one of his barriers as it began taking him through the sy nd he had found himself in. Any of the brahat came into tact with his barrier found themselves promptly cut by the razor-sharp edge of his barriers.
Well, ohing was clear at least. Now that he was here anyway, he was not going to let Kue get out of here scot-free. Taking the Vibranium would be somewhat terproductive because while he was smarter than average, he was not Tony Stark level who could make adequate use of all that vibranium. Selling it would do him no favours since having that much vibranium in the first pce would be a huge red fg in the first pce. He did not have the tacts for that anyway and handing it over to Tony would be the epitome of foolishness at this point. He had not yet evolved into the dependable self-sacrifig type long vision type of guy that he would turn into in the uping years.
Tony was out of the list and there went his list of tacts. He could try and offer it to Kamar Taj but he had a hunch that he would be ughed out of the pound if he offered them something that they probably had ample reserves of. After all, the A One, or at least one of the previous Sorcerer Supremes must have realised that they could mihem from asteroids that roamed around space. Giving it to any goveral anisation was out of the question for obvious reasons.
“Hah, I ’t believe I am about to do this,” He muttered to himself as he stood up from the barrier and covered himself in the basic barrier, which still looked quite badass in his opinion. It was inspired by the Power Rangers suit that he loved to wat his previous life.
He closed his eyes and trated on the coast where the dockyard was and opened up a portal. He opened his eyes and found himself floating above a bunch of rickety old ships that looked as if they would fall apart at any moment. Well, that might be the point of the hideout. After all, Wakanda would not searerdise worth 2 billion dolrs in these ships.
“Well, might as well do the good deed for the day,” He muttered to himself as he sent microscopic barriers into the ships to check them one by one. He would probably find Kue in one of the ships, drinking his ass off. Disarming him and seg the Vibranium should be easy enough and then going straight to Wakanda would be a bit more plicated but that roblem for future Jad he trusted future Jack immensely.
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