A/N - Hello my dear peeps! I e with good tidings, in the form of this chapter. Anywho, aside from delivering this important chapter to you, I also wao deliver an expnation to yall.

  You might have noticed my updates being on point from Monday to Thursday before faltering throughout the weekend, despite me being off from work for the weekend.

  Well, here’s the story for that.[TLDR at end]

  You see, Monday to Thursday, I have a regur 10 hour work shift. On Fridays, however, I am on call so that trahly 15-16 hour shift for the day. Yeah, it is pretty brutal so I am pretty much out of it for the majority of Saturday and sometimes, on Sunday as well.

  That is why I am uo maintain the glorious grind of pushing out chapters day by day because my eyes start to water if I so much as look at a s after that harrowing shift.

  At Least 4-5 chapters will be updated every week.

  TLDR - Huge ass work shift on Friday so brain go slow on weekends, expining the ck of tent on weekends.

  Discimer - All the owners have their respective rights. I only own the characters that came from my addled brain (don’t worry, I am pletely sober).

  Knowhere [After Jack had been taken into his custody]

  –Taivan–

  Fasating. Very fasating indeed. He watched as the s showed two signatures, one of that of Mar-Vell and ohat was recorded from the Earthling before he was shoved into the Primed C-fluid vat.

  Despite being majorly a backwater p, Midgard, or Earth as the natives liked to call themselves, oint of i for many powers, despite the hanging sword that was gaining Odin’s attention, in a bad way.

  The reasons were many, the prime of them was the unusual hotspot of extra-dimensional energy on that p along with the emergenar-Vell from that same pce.

  It had always stood out as a surprise to him how someone like her, someone who embodied the very cept of unstoppable in the wider gaxy, could have e from somepce like Earth, where the natives were so exceedingly weak that they lived for less than 70 cycles and that is if they mao survive that long because of their exceedingly weak stitution.

  A, someone like Mar-Vell was also once a human. The same weak brittle short lived humans that were onp that dirtball. Then somehow, he wagered that an Infinity Stone was involved somewhere in the process, Mar-Vell mao bee someone who was more valuable than a hundred earths.

  After all, she personally had reduced dozens of Kree Warships to bits, along with single-handedly drawing the focus of something as huge as the Kree War Mae oemporarily halting their usual expansionist tendehat had brought the attention of many to her, both good and bad.

  Xandar, for one, had put their support behind her, not that she ever used it or even . Kree had ht decred her as a terrorist and had issued a bounty worth millions that just kept on jumping with every battleship, outpost, mining ies, and more destroyed.

  Even with all that heat on her, she had proven herself to be made of steruff, shrugging off all attempts made to ambush her, whilst vaporising all her ambushers in turerring any other merary from even trying to cash in on her bounty.

  Knowing all about her achievements, he had been ied in humans and was curious if there were any others who could also do the marvellous things that she could do and also to see just exactly what was the reason for her powers because, in her early days of operation, his sensors had sistently fused her for the energy signature, faint as it was, of an Infinity Stone.

  Unfortunately, his search yielded as the heat on the p after it was revealed that the Kree had lost multiple warships was too much so he could not sense any pirate who would make for a ve scapegoat.

  Going there himself was out of the question. He had already risked Odin’s wrath once when he had not surrehe Dark Elf and sold him the Primed C-fluid for an infted prince; he did not want to risk that again.

  Infinity Stones, Power ic, Celestials, and Skyfather level powers were the only beings who could hope to hurt him. Some of them even held powers that could very well kill him. Odin being the stro of even the Skyfathers meant that he had a det ce of finishing him off.

  That was why he had only kept a taial i in the phere was nothing that happened on that p ever since Mar-Vell herself emerged from it and he had almost written it off as a oime fluke whehinkable happened.

  Thanos, The Mad Titan happened.

  For some reason, Thanos had sent the Chitauri, the signature fodder army of Thanos, to Earth, probably with the iion of quering it. Of course, he did not send all of his army, just the sihership but even that had sent waves across the gaxy’s gossip work.

  Chitauri, despite their ckluster individual powers, not than much more powerful than a peak human, were feared across the gaxy. Not because they were ferocious and opped even if they were dying. No, it was because of one simple reason.

  They heralded the arrival of Thanos, and/or his Bck Order. The most fearsome group of warriors in the gaxy.

  Odin with his daughter would have topped that list had the old man not gone senile and banished his stro batant for some reason.

  That was why he, along with millions of others who had access to live footage gathered from Earth’s intra, had been ied in finding out just why the Chitauri had beeo quer Earth.

  The Chitauri bei after some random po cull its popution in half was not new. If it was just that, nobody would have even bothered with the news. No, what was signifit about this event was that the Chitauri were nding oh, a phat art of the Nine Realms, Odin’s fiefdom.

  Earth was no reason to pick a fight with the All-Father, who, despite his turies of inactivity, was just as fearsome as he was ba his warring days, if not more so. He khat Asgardians grew more powerful with age and imagining Odin’s power at this juncture was just impossible for him.

  So, imagine his surprise, when he saw that the Chitauri were ing in droves through a portal that looked suspiciously like the ohat had been used by one of the Celestials he had the horror of meeting once. And to think that particur Celestial was one of the weaker no-named ones.

  Seeing the Green Giant stomp out every single unit of the Chitauri as if they were mere flies, and doing so at dozens of pces at the same time was awe inspiring. Not that he could match up to Mar-Vell’s sheer energy output but the way the Chitauri were losing, it was a doch, especially since he khat Thanos would not risk the All-Father desding on that realm himself and would not show his face for that.

  His assumptions were proven correct when he saw the portal being closed and the humans sending in through the closing portal, one of their primitive fission onry, destroying the mothership Thanos had sent with the Chitauri, markih’s first victainst another species.

  He had beeatic to find the existence of another human with power or at least the potential to reach Mar-Vell’s level, prompting him to put in another bounty for his colle. Oh, he so loved colleg uhings and in his long life, he had never seen another species with that level of barrier manipution, except for the celestials and that only served to increase his i.

  Who could have known that not even a rotation had passed when the same Earthling appeared right on his turf, half-dead and swaddled with energies from not o two Infinity Stones? It was safe to say that making sure that this unique spe survived was a number one priority on his list.

  Iime it would take for the Earthling to recover, he had extracted some tissue and was waiting for the geic ss. He had something important to firm.

  Through great difficulty, he had procured a single drop of blood from the vaunted Mar-Vell. That single drop was the result of the Kree hitting her with their new experimental gravity well guns. She was oough human and that was why he was looking for any simirities between their geic structure.

  Judging by the vastly different powers, he was of the opinion that it would be different but he wao see exactly what it was in human DNA that allowed them to survive exposure to an Infinity StoWO, in the case of Mr.Jack here.

  He had kept a close eye on happenings on the Earthen intra and had been rewarded by this information. To think that the greatest defender of Earth had been a mere child by their own standards. Well, it was good that he had no pulsion to follow some arbitrary ws regarding the maturity of species.

  Once Mr.Jack recovered, he would be ied in running some tests on his body and powers as well, because there was no way that iing with energies from multiple Infinity Stones and then surviving, didn’t ge anything in him.

  Maybe he could bee even strohan he was now.

  Not that it would help him in any way. He had long experiences in handling beings vastly strohan himself. Life had a way of evolving to better match their surroundings but all evolutioually led to the path of sentiend that came with its ow of caveats.

  Self sciousness was a hit or miss but a tral nervous system was one of the pitfalls of beiient for an anic being. That single fact allowed him to capture beings who could y waste to ps on their own.

  He would have Mr.Jack here tamed in no time.

  Now, all he had to do was wait for him to recover.

  To that effect, he exited his offid arrived at the recovery chamber, built specifically so that his colles could be brought here without fuss and then ohey were doh their regur medical checkups, they could be sent back to their pods without any outside iion at all.

  The only one, aside from him, who could ge anything about the process was a, and she…Let’s just say that she would have a much better ce of killing herself than ever having the thought of betraying him, so deep was her ditioning, a product built by one of her predecessors.

  He silently extended his hand towards a and she immediately handed him the tral trol tablet, an absolute one of a kind device that trolled every single aspect of Knowhere, ranging from the mio the Gate Blockers to the locks on his Colle.

  He swiped the s and arrived at the recovery tab, only for his eyes to narrow immediately as he saw the supposed ETA on the Earthling’s recovery.

  “a,” He spoke, his voice dangerously low.

  “Y-Yes, My Lord?” a spoke and he could feel her bowing deeply, braced for the shock that iably followed when she made any error, or if he felt like teasing her a bit.

  “Is this accurate?” He said and shoved the tablet in her face, which dispyed the ETA for Jack’s recovery. IT said it would take aire cycle for it to be done.

  “Yes, sir. I was fused at first as well b-but the damage doo his body means that the fluid required is much more than expected. The fluid is also not w as well as it should. Should I chee ag-”

  Her tirade was stopped as he raised his hand and waved her off. She scrambled off as he leaowards the gss that separated the vat from him.

  As of now, the only parts that Mr.Jack had were his head and his neck. He did have his torso when he was rescued from space but iime between bringing him here, the torso had disied, probably from the strain of the energy it had been subjected to.

  He could visibly see parts of him being regeed uhe influence of the Primed C-fluid but the process was very slow. At the rate things were going, he would have to restart the process of creating Primed C-fluid once again. He had suspended doing so thinking that it would be enough to st several dozen cycles.

  Apparently, Mr.Jack here required more than that for his body tee. No matter, it would be all worth it.

  He was ahling and in his experiehey were quite open to iations, trying to cut a deal with powers so far above them that it was not even funny. If it all worked out for the better, he might just gain a perfect protector along with a unique spe, at the same time.

  Ah, he did love it when it all came together in the end. After all, he had been worried about the exploding situation in the gaxy, what with Mar-Vell finally pushing the Supreme Intelligeo restarting the supreme soldier program, which was deemed too wasteful because of the Kree lives it demanded.

  The Mad Titan was once again on the move, despite him and his Bck Order not being seen for dozens of cycles and many had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that he had died or faded into oblivion.

  Apparently not, sidering the very importa of testing the All-Father’s patience by sending in part of his army to one of the Nine Realms, ahat his forces had expressly avoided for the ey of their existence.

  “a, inform me once he is in any dition to talk. I think this could be a start to a wonderful little partnership,” He said to a after he came out of the recovery chamber. She imidly as he left for his office again.

  He might have to wait for a cycle but that was no time in the grand scheme of things, especially for one such as him who was older than most stars in the universe had been burning for.

  ____xx____

  One Cycle Later

  He watched as the robot arms ducted the final checks after repg the vat of used Primed C-fluid, revealing the unblemished body of one Jack Z. Sullivan, Green Guardian of Earth.

  A lot has happened oh in this one cycle, as expected of short lived races. They crammed a lot of events in a very short time span, making most of their pathetically short lifespans.

  For one, Jack that was breathing normally in front of him was decred a martyr and a fierce shadow war had broken out because of him, partially because some people, some iial people of Earth believed that his life could have been saved had it not been for the iude for some humans at the end of their lifespan.

  Apparently, they felt threatened by the mere existence of someone so much more powerful thahat it beggared belief.

  He had a sense of Deja Vu as he remembered his first secretary. The woman owerful as she was broken…brokeally by the very people she had bled for. That had made it so that she rime didate for moulding into his perfect tool.

  He wondered if Mr.Jack here could also be ditioned like that. Although, he had tried all the mental ditioning teology he had on hand, in the past cycle. In fact, the moment it had been deemed safe, he had pced a ditioni on Jack’s head but apparently, his annoying powers exteo ereg a barrier in his mind as well, cutting anyone off from even ing close.

  All this while he was pletely out of it. He couldn’t wait to see what he would do once he woke up and was able to use his powers sciously.

  He was also a little bit wary because the amount of energy that was c through his body was unlike anything he had ever seen, approag levels that Mar-Vell had only shown at the beginning of her career and never after that.

  But that wariness was drowned out by the sheer excitement of the possibility that he would have someohat powerful in his colle. If he was ameo his proposal, he would have someone who could create unique spes for him.

  No longer would he have to resort to meraries to carry out his work.

  He was the collector and while the rest of the gaxy khat he owerful, they also khat he was not infallible.

  If pushed, most powers could band together to destroy him altogether. Even if he somehow survived, he would be imprisoned deep iro prison they could find.

  Besides, if he was defeated, it would mean that his colle too would be either destroyed or distributed among the victors. His life’s work, destroyed in front of him, even he wouldn't be able to recover from that.

  That was why he was looking forward to Mr. Jack finally being in his colle. His mere existehe existence of someone of Mar-Vell’s powers in his hands would mean that most civilisations would hesitate in taking a against him.

  “S-Sir, he is waking up,”

  He was snapped out of his thoughts by a’s gentle nudge, for which he rewarded her with a small low setting shock.

  Now, let’s meet Earth’s saviour.

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  A/N - Collector POV finished.

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