The tale of the Bearer of the Keys, the wielder of the Door Magic. Colin Baxter.
-
The site has now migrated to Xenforo 2. If you see any issues with the forum operation, please post them in the feedback thread.
-
An addendum to Rule 3 regarding fan-translated works of things such as Web Novels has been made. Please see here for details.
-
RIP @Silver Swallow
-
Due to issues with external spam filters, QQ is currently unable to send any mail to Microsoft E-mail addresses. This includes any account at live.com, hotmail.com or msn.com. Signing up to the forum with one of these addresses will result in your verification E-mail never arriving. For best results, please use a different E-mail provider for your QQ address.
-
The rules regarding NSFW links have been updated. See here for details.
Doorman (MCU SI)
- Thread starter IdleMuse0307
- Start date
-
- Tags
- marvel marvel au mcu self insert
- Created
- Status
- Incomplete
- Watchers
- 311
- Recent readers
- 849
- Threadmarks
- 20
-
Statistics (20 threadmarks, 39k words)
User Total IdleMuse0307 20
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #1
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #1
Kamar Taj, Kathmandu[January 1, 2008]
Colin Baxter
In the bustling complex of Kamar Taj, a tall, attractive, muscular man could be seen making his way through the complex turns as if he had been here all his life.
"Hey, Nat! Doing great."
"Vicky, we still on for the movie? Yeah, great!"
"Ben, any luck in cracking why the Winds of Watoomb won't work for you? No? Keep working on it, buddy. I am sure you'll get it someday. If not, I'll ask the Ancient One for help."
Evidently, the young man was also quite the social butterfly as he flew through the complex and greeted everybody he met, remembering their names and also their problems.
This was Colin Baxter, me, the youngest living Master of the Mystic Arts, one of the strongest people in Kamar Taj.
"So, Wong? How goes the brooding?" He asked Wong who was leaning on the railing, looking over the most beautiful view in all of Kamar Taj.
Kamar Taj was weird, as in not conforming to normal standards. Then again, we were sorcerers, and bending over logic and giving it a good spanking was done before any of the Masters even had their breakfasts, so who was he to comment on the oddities of a complex that has been here for over a thousand years?
Yeesh, that was old.
"Master Baxter, might I remind you, that the library is still banned for you, after you tried to summon one of the books from the restricted section, using a spell that is still under review."
"Under the purview of the panel of reviewers headed by you just means that me giving you this sacred Honey from K'unL'un might just help the spell fast tracked."
Wong gave him his signature deadpan stare, even as he discreetly pocketed the small can of honey he had been able to procure from K'unL'un and only because he was able to show them his own CHI mastery, something that they were flabbergasted over.
It was another deviation from the MCU. There were mystical hotspots all over the planet, and Sorcerers were just one part of it. Sure, the most important and strongest was Kamar Taj but there were other places that were just as mystical and mysterious as Kamar Taj.
"Master Baxter, need I remind you that Kamar Taj functions on the virtues of honesty, compassion, justice–"
"And truth. Yeah, I know, you were the one who made sure it was drilled into my mind, did you forget? Anyway, this is not a bribe. This is just incentive, yeah, let's go with incentive, to get my case file on top."
Wong gave him another deep stare before he took out the can from his robe and after casting a spell around it, that created a pocket of air so that its heavenly scent was not spread throughout Kamar Taj, he opened it and took a deep sniff.
"Ah, should I come back later? Or do you need a moment?" He snickered at the red faced Wong, which was so rare it might as well be non-existent.
"Master Baxter, I will see what can be done about your spell review. Please, return to your studies. I know your scholarship is contingent on you securing a 3.0GPA or above,"
Gone was Master Wong, the hardass trainer with a straight face who didn't even flinch when his hand had to be reattached after one of his experiments went haywire, and now stood in front of him, the Wong who practically raised him ever since he arrived at the New York Sanctum, shivering, drenched in rain, but with a determination to see it all through.
Wong was one of the few who was aware of his circumstances and sure, he was a hardass every now and then, but he was also the only one, aside from the Ancient One, with whom he could be the most frank.
Seeing that Wong was out of his Master persona, he too, smiled slightly, "Don't worry about that, old man. When have I ever missed an A, all my life?"
And it was true as well.
When he had first arrived at the New York Sanctum, it was his luck that the current Master had just been transferred, giving way for Wong to take command over the New York Sanctum, who immediately took him in and listened to his ramblings.
He had grown a lot ever since, and so had his powers. The same powers that allowed him to develop a semi eidetic memory, peak physical strength, and the power to purge poisons and energy from his body.
"Yeah, I know. I was there for your valedictorian speech. Still, we don't know the long term effects of having so much CHI being pumped into your system all the time. Are you sure you are not feeling anything–"
"..Oh come on, Old Man. you know as well as I do that the old woman would have stopped me the moment I was in any harm. So," His right arm lit up with molten orange colour as a spell circle appeared on top of his fist, casting an orange glow around them.
"--Calm down, will you?" He told Wong, his mind effortlessly casting the spell as well as regulating the flow of CHI within his body.
The sounds of doors opening and closing were heard in his mind as he regulated the flow of CHI within his body.
Wong took one look at his body, his glowing arm, the completely stable spell circle, and then at the effects of the area of effect rejuvenation spell that he had just cast, and then sighed in resignation.
"What will I ever do with you?" He grumbled good naturedly but didn't stop him from using the spell, Wong's body probably needed the CHI from all the natural wear and tear from his job.
After all, he was ancient.
"Why do I feel that you just insulted me?" Wong narrowed his eyes at him.
Welp, time to leave.
"Bye!" He said and then stepped back, a small door appearing beneath his foot that created a small localised shockwave that propelled him into the air, the process repeating as he rapidly gained altitude, while Wong probably fumed behind him, suffering from the slight winds of the shockwave
"Whoa!" He almost crashed into the barrier that was put into place to stop people, like him, from flying straight into the dimensional wall erected around Kamar Taj.
"See you!" He screamed to Wong, as he waved his right hand stupidly multiple times, for a portal to appear.
For the life of him, he could not open the portals as smoothly as other Masters. Something that was a point of contention during his exam because portals were quite an integral part of the fighting style as well as the overall logistics of Kamar Taj.
Another shockwave on his feet propelled him straight into the portal, which was angled upward, so he came out of the portal and then dropped down, as gravity did its job.
"Ah! Home Sweet Home!"
He did a three point landing, just for shits and giggles, and then took in a deep breath, the stark contrast from the cold dry air to the current air was refreshing in a way.
"Hmm?" He was about to go and freshen up when the sound of sizzling reached his ears. He took a look around and saw that nobody was there, so he went up to the second floor, only to see….
"Hey! That's my grill!" He saw the Ancient One, casually lounging on his balcony as Jin'ya, an interdimensional Astral Dragon manned the grill.
My GRILL!
The Ancient One looked at him with her sunglasses and then promptly ignored him.
"Hey!" Marching over to Jin'Ya, he was about to tell him to stop but the heavenly smell of the meat reached his nose and he almost melted on the spot.
"Oh my god, please tell me it's the meat from Ta-Lo?" he immediately sat his ass down as Jin'Ya expertly grilled the meat and joined the Ancient One in looking at the view.
Oh yeah, he didn't say anything about the view, did he?
It was an endless expanse of Red as sands covered the area as far as his vision went. There were some mountains in the middle as well but even those were covered in red so his point still stood.
"What are you even doing here? Don't you have some whatever it is that you Sorcerer Supremes do, duty to perform?" Colin grumbled at her as he took out a cold beer and began sipping on it.
"Ah! This is the best," He sighed in relief as the cold fluid slid down his throat. Sure, the buzz was nonexistent because of the way his body was built, what with the constant concentrated CHI exposure, but he liked to partake in the stereotypes sometimes.
"Hey!" He screamed as the beer was yanked out of his hand by an invisible force, only for it to reach Jin'ya who took a sip and put it back in the cooler.
"Baxter Boy! I told you no drinking until you are 21, according to the human customs," Jin'Ya waved the tongs at him before resuming the grilling.
"For your information, Jin'ya, we are not on Earth at the moment and you have seen me kill humans before I even turned 16 so I don't know what your hang up is," He grumbled but accepted that he would not be getting his sweet sweet beer with the heavenly meat he was about to consume.
The chicken and beef, both, from Ta-Lo, were exquisite, so much so that he had to routinely make the trips and strengthen their warriors along with facilitating the strengthening of their seal, only for them to pay him in meat, along with giving him access to their dimension on demand.
"How did you even get the meat, anyway?" He asked the Ancient One who was sipping her Strawberry Quick while looking straight at the sun, which shone much more brightly here.
Oh yeah, they were on Mars.
The Planet.
Hence, the beautiful red view, that can be enjoyed within the barrier that was cast personally by the Ancient One, around the house that he personally built here.
He never understood why all the protagonists that came to MCU, didn't at least try to create an off world base.
"In the lingo of your generation, Colin, "I rizzed them up,"" The Ancient One replied to him, not even breaking character for a moment, as she used something that was so out of expectation for her.
"Okay, what is going on here?" He finally asked the question since this was totally not normal, in any sense of manner. For one, Jin'Ya was an Ancient Dragon who liked to slumber deep within the sublevels of the house that he had built here.
Jin'Ya had his own library that he imported from the Astral Realm, along with the new books that he continues to write. Also, for some reason, Jin'Ya had taken a liking to him when he came to Kamar Taj, tumbling out of the Astral Realm, all those years ago.
The Ancient One, on the other hand, was so busy that he had no idea when she even slept if she even slept. Running around, putting out fires caused by other mystics, hunting down rogues, enforcing treaties between magical civilisations, and dealing with the very dangerous Fae, all the while also completing all the Vishanti's demands.
Both the Ancient One and Jin'Ya paused for a moment.
He was getting increasingly weirded out because this was literally the first time the Ancient One had come to his house. She didn't come even once after casting the spell that she told him would last another century, the one protecting the house from the harsh environment around them and also the spatial extension enchantments powered by Jin'Ya.
"We are just worried, Baxter. You are now an adult. We cannot stop you from doing anything but we are worried about any steps you might take. You told me that 2008 is the year everything begins and on the orders of the Vishanti, I have not asked you anything about that. I just want to make sure that you are fine."
"Yeah, what she said. I would hate to have to up and move after I finally have my own place in the material world that is not infested by nasty people,"
"Hey! You are a tenant here, don't forget that. You don't even pay rent; I should have you thrown out," He said before taking a deep breath as he realised that they were just worried for him.
So, there he was, on Mars, in a house cloaked by a magical spell, trying to explain to an immortal sorceress who was also the leader of a thousand year old magical cult, and a Dragon who is an Astral Being, that he was not going to go out and get himself killed.
Sure, he had done the same, and had come alarmingly close to dying during one of his many experiments but he always survived, courtesy of the CHI flowing through his veins.
He just collapsed back into the chair, and said, "Guys, it is not like I am going to go in charging into space, trying to defeat my enemy. No, I am going to prepare. I still have over 10 years until the fight begins in earnest."
Both of them looked at each other for a moment before Jin'Ya shrugged and went back to grilling, the meat being fine because Jin'Ya was a master of telekinesis. He could probably pick out individual grains of sand hundreds of miles away and bring them here, all the while holding a conversation.
Perks of being an Ancient Monster.
"I am bound by the Vishanti, so I cannot explicitly ask you anything but please, be careful, and one more thing, Congratulations, for graduation!" She said and then handed him over a ring.
"What's this?" He asked as the ring resized itself to fit snugly on his finger.
"That, Master Baxter, is an energy limiter. I know that nothing will happen with the CHI doors but if you happen to discover another form of energy, it should be helpful. I once again, wish you luck in your endeavours. Farewell," She said and then faded away, one of the many forms of teleportation that she has mastered over her long lifespan.
"Well, what are we waiting for? It just means that there's more for us," He looked to the side as Jin'Ya floated alongside him.
He deadpanned at the ancient Dragon, "You do realise that you are tiny, right? I could fit you in my pocket if they were a bit deeper."
The statement set off the tiny Dragon like nothing else as Jin'Ya immediately began hovering around him, screaming profanities.
"F-ck you! You were stardust when my grandmother was born. I am above average size for my species. It is not my fault that our species is known for our minds, rather than the brutes that were rightfully exterminated in the material universe,"
He snickered and continued to ignore his long time(for him) experimentation partner as he plated the meat and moaned as the first bite entered his mouth.
"That's it, Jin'Ya, you are on grilling duty from now on. I will just have to get you another grill for that. You don't touch a man's grill, okay?"
Jin'Ya was too busy nibbling on his food to reply but the giant middle finger formed out of psionic energy that was visible to his eyes, was answer enough.
"Jeez," He muttered as they ate in silence, the occasional noise of yet another piece of rock hitting their barrier, the only thing interrupting the silence.
_____xx____
"Alright, let's get this done with so I can go get my makeup done for Comic Con in time,"
"...."
"What?" He asked Jin'Ya defensively as he could literally feel the deadpan stare given by the dragon despite his face being set into stone after years of age.
"I will never understand you humans and your crude disguises," Jin'Ya shook his head and slammed his paw down on the ground. Well, Jin'Ya would call them talons but due to his size, it was more akin to a paw.
The slamming of the paw set forth a chain reaction as a huge circle appeared on the ground, creating a cube around him, separating him from the rest of the universe by isolating him in a pseudo dimension, something that was in the process of turning into an alternate dimension but was just not there yet.
There were trillions of such dimensions, just waiting to be used, so he didn't feel any guilt over using them in such a way because each use resulted in the destruction of the dimension because it was just too fragile to withstand what he was about to do here.
He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and plunged into his mind space, his mind's library, his soulscape, whatever you wanted to call it. It was the first step in their experiment, entering his mind and then proceeding from there.
It was the space within one's soul, representing crucial parts of the soul of a person. For over two years now, he had been conducting such experiments under the watchful eye of Jin'Ya.
His mindscape was a wonderful thing. It was a picturesque scenery, with mountains, rivers, and make believe animals running around to culminate in a very utopia like scenario.
Also, since this was his mind and he could do whatever he wanted in here, the animals were Transformers.
He grinned like a loon as he watched a dog jump thirty feet in the air and catch the tail of a bird that then flung the Transformer dog farther up in the air, as it continued to bark in robotic noises, and it then dove straight into the river.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at the sky in his mindscape, it was perpetually in the orange sunset sweet spot. The only disruption would be the giant ass door in the middle.
Oh yeah, he hadn't mentioned his powers yet, had he?
That Door was his power.
Literally, his powers were Doors.
Kinda lame if you don't know the concept behind it but once he got the hang of it, it was probably the most fun and versatile power he had ever heard of.
It took him a while to get the whole thing figured out through trial and error but here was the gist of it.
He could create doors. Now, on their own, the doors were nothing special. Just a little bit bulletproof and missile proof, and probably a whole other "proof" but not much more than that. It was what the doors led to, that was important.
Basically, the only reason he was able to become the youngest master alive was because of his powerset being basically geared towards Sorcerer, specifically, the brand of Sorcerer that Kamar Taj practices.
His doors, after going through a little bit of finding, can open doors that lead to unclaimed dimensions. The same dimensions through which Sorcerers can draw powers from, once they had created some sort of pact with the rulers of the dimension.
Unclaimed dimensions can be used as a power source but the process is more hassle than it is worth. That is why most sorcerers only used energies from dimensions with Patron Gods of sorts, who can facilitate the efficient flow of energy directly to the Sorcerers.
That inefficient in wrangling the untamed energy to flow was where his doors came in.
"First off," He muttered as he flew straight to a series of trees under one of the mountains. Technically, every single blade of grass inside his mindscape represented a door to be opened but he was not strong enough to open even a fraction of them at the moment.
He gently landed in front of a number of trees but the twist here was the trees had blue doors carved into their trunks, creating truly wide trees.
Each of the doors carved into the trees represented a door that was permanently "latched" to a dimension with no noticeable side effects. There were altogether seven doors open at the moment.
One for each of the four stereotypical elements.
Wind. Water. Fire. Earth.
The Earth one was just an entire dimension filled with compressed sand so that when the door is opened, jets of sand are shot out, very useful in suppressing fires.
The Fire one was just an entire dimension filled with all sorts of suns at various stages of their eventual heat death.
Water one was an oceanic dimension filled with distilled water.
Then the fifth one was an unclaimed dimension filled with CHI. Pure and unadulterated CHI. He had really lucked out on that dimension. It was also the only one which did not have a handle on its door, because it was always open.
It was a pain in the ass to make sure that it was always open but he had done it. From the moment he did that two years ago, he had a constant flow of pure CHI into his body, allowing his body to gorge on top the life force and make sure that his body grew into its full potential.
Some of the benefits were, enhanced strength, speed, enhanced base stats across all physical parameters, with an increment in mental activities, resulting in high memory retention. Also, small injuries healed within hours.
Broken Bones? At most, a day. Broken Ligaments? A couple of days.
Ruptured Organs? A week. Total spinal damage? A month.
Unfortunately, he was speaking from experience. He was not really allowed to experiment much when he first gained the Doors and in a fit of rebelliousness, he had tried to open two doors at once, one filled with CHI and one filled with the sun, burning him beyond recognition.
His entire body was blackened char and nothing more, according to Wong, and it was true because he had felt himself burn before blacking out. Apparently, his foolish decision to open two doors at once paid off because the CHI flowing in his body kept him alive enough for the Ancient One to return, and then eventually healed his entire body.
So yeah, due to the door having no handle to close it, he had a healing factor now.
He could also use the CHI to cast other spells as well but that was a story for another time.
That made 5 doors.
The sixth door led to a dimension filled with something he had not expected to find in the MCU, what with Mutants not being a part of the MCU, even after Disney acquired Fox. He had no idea what happened after that, though.
The sixth door led to a dimension filled with lasers, but the lasers were only kinetic energy given form, not energy. Yeah, the dimension led to the lasers that were once used by the iconic Scott Summers, i.e., Cyclops.
The Seventh Dimension was one filled with light. Yeah, just light. He had hoped to be able to harness the light somehow but it was literally just a giant light bulb. He needed the help of a magnifying glass to actually weaponise that light. Though it would always come in handy in case he needed to combat some weak dark beasts, the stronger ones would just shrug off any light that wasn't infused with the Holy Element.
So, that was one of the Seven Doors wasted.
The thing was that he could only open seven at the moment
He had a feeling that more Doors would be unlocked as he grew, both mentally and physically, but at the moment, his entire arsenal was just limited to that.
Back to the experiment he was doing with Jin'Ya though.
The experiment was just another exercise to get more doors to open so that he could expand his grimoire, so to speak.
Moving on from the doors he had opened, he looked up at the giant blue Door etched on the mountainside, took a deep breath, and floated to the door.
He placed his arm on the door and his vision…expanded.
Word Count - 4120
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #1
Kamar Taj, Kathmandu[January 1, 2008]
Colin Baxter
In the bustling complex of Kamar Taj, a tall, attractive, muscular man could be seen making his way through the complex turns as if he had been here all his life.
"Hey, Nat! Doing great."
"Vicky, we still on for the movie? Yeah, great!"
"Ben, any luck in cracking why the Winds of Watoomb won't work for you? No? Keep working on it, buddy. I am sure you'll get it someday. If not, I'll ask the Ancient One for help."
Evidently, the young man was also quite the social butterfly as he flew through the complex and greeted everybody he met, remembering their names and also their problems.
This was Colin Baxter, me, the youngest living Master of the Mystic Arts, one of the strongest people in Kamar Taj.
"So, Wong? How goes the brooding?" He asked Wong who was leaning on the railing, looking over the most beautiful view in all of Kamar Taj.
Kamar Taj was weird, as in not conforming to normal standards. Then again, we were sorcerers, and bending over logic and giving it a good spanking was done before any of the Masters even had their breakfasts, so who was he to comment on the oddities of a complex that has been here for over a thousand years?
Yeesh, that was old.
"Master Baxter, might I remind you, that the library is still banned for you, after you tried to summon one of the books from the restricted section, using a spell that is still under review."
"Under the purview of the panel of reviewers headed by you just means that me giving you this sacred Honey from K'unL'un might just help the spell fast tracked."
Wong gave him his signature deadpan stare, even as he discreetly pocketed the small can of honey he had been able to procure from K'unL'un and only because he was able to show them his own CHI mastery, something that they were flabbergasted over.
It was another deviation from the MCU. There were mystical hotspots all over the planet, and Sorcerers were just one part of it. Sure, the most important and strongest was Kamar Taj but there were other places that were just as mystical and mysterious as Kamar Taj.
"Master Baxter, need I remind you that Kamar Taj functions on the virtues of honesty, compassion, justice–"
"And truth. Yeah, I know, you were the one who made sure it was drilled into my mind, did you forget? Anyway, this is not a bribe. This is just incentive, yeah, let's go with incentive, to get my case file on top."
Wong gave him another deep stare before he took out the can from his robe and after casting a spell around it, that created a pocket of air so that its heavenly scent was not spread throughout Kamar Taj, he opened it and took a deep sniff.
"Ah, should I come back later? Or do you need a moment?" He snickered at the red faced Wong, which was so rare it might as well be non-existent.
"Master Baxter, I will see what can be done about your spell review. Please, return to your studies. I know your scholarship is contingent on you securing a 3.0GPA or above,"
Gone was Master Wong, the hardass trainer with a straight face who didn't even flinch when his hand had to be reattached after one of his experiments went haywire, and now stood in front of him, the Wong who practically raised him ever since he arrived at the New York Sanctum, shivering, drenched in rain, but with a determination to see it all through.
Wong was one of the few who was aware of his circumstances and sure, he was a hardass every now and then, but he was also the only one, aside from the Ancient One, with whom he could be the most frank.
Seeing that Wong was out of his Master persona, he too, smiled slightly, "Don't worry about that, old man. When have I ever missed an A, all my life?"
And it was true as well.
When he had first arrived at the New York Sanctum, it was his luck that the current Master had just been transferred, giving way for Wong to take command over the New York Sanctum, who immediately took him in and listened to his ramblings.
He had grown a lot ever since, and so had his powers. The same powers that allowed him to develop a semi eidetic memory, peak physical strength, and the power to purge poisons and energy from his body.
"Yeah, I know. I was there for your valedictorian speech. Still, we don't know the long term effects of having so much CHI being pumped into your system all the time. Are you sure you are not feeling anything–"
"..Oh come on, Old Man. you know as well as I do that the old woman would have stopped me the moment I was in any harm. So," His right arm lit up with molten orange colour as a spell circle appeared on top of his fist, casting an orange glow around them.
"--Calm down, will you?" He told Wong, his mind effortlessly casting the spell as well as regulating the flow of CHI within his body.
The sounds of doors opening and closing were heard in his mind as he regulated the flow of CHI within his body.
Wong took one look at his body, his glowing arm, the completely stable spell circle, and then at the effects of the area of effect rejuvenation spell that he had just cast, and then sighed in resignation.
"What will I ever do with you?" He grumbled good naturedly but didn't stop him from using the spell, Wong's body probably needed the CHI from all the natural wear and tear from his job.
After all, he was ancient.
"Why do I feel that you just insulted me?" Wong narrowed his eyes at him.
Welp, time to leave.
"Bye!" He said and then stepped back, a small door appearing beneath his foot that created a small localised shockwave that propelled him into the air, the process repeating as he rapidly gained altitude, while Wong probably fumed behind him, suffering from the slight winds of the shockwave
"Whoa!" He almost crashed into the barrier that was put into place to stop people, like him, from flying straight into the dimensional wall erected around Kamar Taj.
"See you!" He screamed to Wong, as he waved his right hand stupidly multiple times, for a portal to appear.
For the life of him, he could not open the portals as smoothly as other Masters. Something that was a point of contention during his exam because portals were quite an integral part of the fighting style as well as the overall logistics of Kamar Taj.
Another shockwave on his feet propelled him straight into the portal, which was angled upward, so he came out of the portal and then dropped down, as gravity did its job.
"Ah! Home Sweet Home!"
He did a three point landing, just for shits and giggles, and then took in a deep breath, the stark contrast from the cold dry air to the current air was refreshing in a way.
"Hmm?" He was about to go and freshen up when the sound of sizzling reached his ears. He took a look around and saw that nobody was there, so he went up to the second floor, only to see….
"Hey! That's my grill!" He saw the Ancient One, casually lounging on his balcony as Jin'ya, an interdimensional Astral Dragon manned the grill.
My GRILL!
The Ancient One looked at him with her sunglasses and then promptly ignored him.
"Hey!" Marching over to Jin'Ya, he was about to tell him to stop but the heavenly smell of the meat reached his nose and he almost melted on the spot.
"Oh my god, please tell me it's the meat from Ta-Lo?" he immediately sat his ass down as Jin'Ya expertly grilled the meat and joined the Ancient One in looking at the view.
Oh yeah, he didn't say anything about the view, did he?
It was an endless expanse of Red as sands covered the area as far as his vision went. There were some mountains in the middle as well but even those were covered in red so his point still stood.
"What are you even doing here? Don't you have some whatever it is that you Sorcerer Supremes do, duty to perform?" Colin grumbled at her as he took out a cold beer and began sipping on it.
"Ah! This is the best," He sighed in relief as the cold fluid slid down his throat. Sure, the buzz was nonexistent because of the way his body was built, what with the constant concentrated CHI exposure, but he liked to partake in the stereotypes sometimes.
"Hey!" He screamed as the beer was yanked out of his hand by an invisible force, only for it to reach Jin'ya who took a sip and put it back in the cooler.
"Baxter Boy! I told you no drinking until you are 21, according to the human customs," Jin'Ya waved the tongs at him before resuming the grilling.
"For your information, Jin'ya, we are not on Earth at the moment and you have seen me kill humans before I even turned 16 so I don't know what your hang up is," He grumbled but accepted that he would not be getting his sweet sweet beer with the heavenly meat he was about to consume.
The chicken and beef, both, from Ta-Lo, were exquisite, so much so that he had to routinely make the trips and strengthen their warriors along with facilitating the strengthening of their seal, only for them to pay him in meat, along with giving him access to their dimension on demand.
"How did you even get the meat, anyway?" He asked the Ancient One who was sipping her Strawberry Quick while looking straight at the sun, which shone much more brightly here.
Oh yeah, they were on Mars.
The Planet.
Hence, the beautiful red view, that can be enjoyed within the barrier that was cast personally by the Ancient One, around the house that he personally built here.
He never understood why all the protagonists that came to MCU, didn't at least try to create an off world base.
"In the lingo of your generation, Colin, "I rizzed them up,"" The Ancient One replied to him, not even breaking character for a moment, as she used something that was so out of expectation for her.
"Okay, what is going on here?" He finally asked the question since this was totally not normal, in any sense of manner. For one, Jin'Ya was an Ancient Dragon who liked to slumber deep within the sublevels of the house that he had built here.
Jin'Ya had his own library that he imported from the Astral Realm, along with the new books that he continues to write. Also, for some reason, Jin'Ya had taken a liking to him when he came to Kamar Taj, tumbling out of the Astral Realm, all those years ago.
The Ancient One, on the other hand, was so busy that he had no idea when she even slept if she even slept. Running around, putting out fires caused by other mystics, hunting down rogues, enforcing treaties between magical civilisations, and dealing with the very dangerous Fae, all the while also completing all the Vishanti's demands.
Both the Ancient One and Jin'Ya paused for a moment.
He was getting increasingly weirded out because this was literally the first time the Ancient One had come to his house. She didn't come even once after casting the spell that she told him would last another century, the one protecting the house from the harsh environment around them and also the spatial extension enchantments powered by Jin'Ya.
"We are just worried, Baxter. You are now an adult. We cannot stop you from doing anything but we are worried about any steps you might take. You told me that 2008 is the year everything begins and on the orders of the Vishanti, I have not asked you anything about that. I just want to make sure that you are fine."
"Yeah, what she said. I would hate to have to up and move after I finally have my own place in the material world that is not infested by nasty people,"
"Hey! You are a tenant here, don't forget that. You don't even pay rent; I should have you thrown out," He said before taking a deep breath as he realised that they were just worried for him.
So, there he was, on Mars, in a house cloaked by a magical spell, trying to explain to an immortal sorceress who was also the leader of a thousand year old magical cult, and a Dragon who is an Astral Being, that he was not going to go out and get himself killed.
Sure, he had done the same, and had come alarmingly close to dying during one of his many experiments but he always survived, courtesy of the CHI flowing through his veins.
He just collapsed back into the chair, and said, "Guys, it is not like I am going to go in charging into space, trying to defeat my enemy. No, I am going to prepare. I still have over 10 years until the fight begins in earnest."
Both of them looked at each other for a moment before Jin'Ya shrugged and went back to grilling, the meat being fine because Jin'Ya was a master of telekinesis. He could probably pick out individual grains of sand hundreds of miles away and bring them here, all the while holding a conversation.
Perks of being an Ancient Monster.
"I am bound by the Vishanti, so I cannot explicitly ask you anything but please, be careful, and one more thing, Congratulations, for graduation!" She said and then handed him over a ring.
"What's this?" He asked as the ring resized itself to fit snugly on his finger.
"That, Master Baxter, is an energy limiter. I know that nothing will happen with the CHI doors but if you happen to discover another form of energy, it should be helpful. I once again, wish you luck in your endeavours. Farewell," She said and then faded away, one of the many forms of teleportation that she has mastered over her long lifespan.
"Well, what are we waiting for? It just means that there's more for us," He looked to the side as Jin'Ya floated alongside him.
He deadpanned at the ancient Dragon, "You do realise that you are tiny, right? I could fit you in my pocket if they were a bit deeper."
The statement set off the tiny Dragon like nothing else as Jin'Ya immediately began hovering around him, screaming profanities.
"F-ck you! You were stardust when my grandmother was born. I am above average size for my species. It is not my fault that our species is known for our minds, rather than the brutes that were rightfully exterminated in the material universe,"
He snickered and continued to ignore his long time(for him) experimentation partner as he plated the meat and moaned as the first bite entered his mouth.
"That's it, Jin'Ya, you are on grilling duty from now on. I will just have to get you another grill for that. You don't touch a man's grill, okay?"
Jin'Ya was too busy nibbling on his food to reply but the giant middle finger formed out of psionic energy that was visible to his eyes, was answer enough.
"Jeez," He muttered as they ate in silence, the occasional noise of yet another piece of rock hitting their barrier, the only thing interrupting the silence.
_____xx____
"Alright, let's get this done with so I can go get my makeup done for Comic Con in time,"
"...."
"What?" He asked Jin'Ya defensively as he could literally feel the deadpan stare given by the dragon despite his face being set into stone after years of age.
"I will never understand you humans and your crude disguises," Jin'Ya shook his head and slammed his paw down on the ground. Well, Jin'Ya would call them talons but due to his size, it was more akin to a paw.
The slamming of the paw set forth a chain reaction as a huge circle appeared on the ground, creating a cube around him, separating him from the rest of the universe by isolating him in a pseudo dimension, something that was in the process of turning into an alternate dimension but was just not there yet.
There were trillions of such dimensions, just waiting to be used, so he didn't feel any guilt over using them in such a way because each use resulted in the destruction of the dimension because it was just too fragile to withstand what he was about to do here.
He took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and plunged into his mind space, his mind's library, his soulscape, whatever you wanted to call it. It was the first step in their experiment, entering his mind and then proceeding from there.
It was the space within one's soul, representing crucial parts of the soul of a person. For over two years now, he had been conducting such experiments under the watchful eye of Jin'Ya.
His mindscape was a wonderful thing. It was a picturesque scenery, with mountains, rivers, and make believe animals running around to culminate in a very utopia like scenario.
Also, since this was his mind and he could do whatever he wanted in here, the animals were Transformers.
He grinned like a loon as he watched a dog jump thirty feet in the air and catch the tail of a bird that then flung the Transformer dog farther up in the air, as it continued to bark in robotic noises, and it then dove straight into the river.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at the sky in his mindscape, it was perpetually in the orange sunset sweet spot. The only disruption would be the giant ass door in the middle.
Oh yeah, he hadn't mentioned his powers yet, had he?
That Door was his power.
Literally, his powers were Doors.
Kinda lame if you don't know the concept behind it but once he got the hang of it, it was probably the most fun and versatile power he had ever heard of.
It took him a while to get the whole thing figured out through trial and error but here was the gist of it.
He could create doors. Now, on their own, the doors were nothing special. Just a little bit bulletproof and missile proof, and probably a whole other "proof" but not much more than that. It was what the doors led to, that was important.
Basically, the only reason he was able to become the youngest master alive was because of his powerset being basically geared towards Sorcerer, specifically, the brand of Sorcerer that Kamar Taj practices.
His doors, after going through a little bit of finding, can open doors that lead to unclaimed dimensions. The same dimensions through which Sorcerers can draw powers from, once they had created some sort of pact with the rulers of the dimension.
Unclaimed dimensions can be used as a power source but the process is more hassle than it is worth. That is why most sorcerers only used energies from dimensions with Patron Gods of sorts, who can facilitate the efficient flow of energy directly to the Sorcerers.
That inefficient in wrangling the untamed energy to flow was where his doors came in.
"First off," He muttered as he flew straight to a series of trees under one of the mountains. Technically, every single blade of grass inside his mindscape represented a door to be opened but he was not strong enough to open even a fraction of them at the moment.
He gently landed in front of a number of trees but the twist here was the trees had blue doors carved into their trunks, creating truly wide trees.
Each of the doors carved into the trees represented a door that was permanently "latched" to a dimension with no noticeable side effects. There were altogether seven doors open at the moment.
One for each of the four stereotypical elements.
Wind. Water. Fire. Earth.
The Earth one was just an entire dimension filled with compressed sand so that when the door is opened, jets of sand are shot out, very useful in suppressing fires.
The Fire one was just an entire dimension filled with all sorts of suns at various stages of their eventual heat death.
Water one was an oceanic dimension filled with distilled water.
Then the fifth one was an unclaimed dimension filled with CHI. Pure and unadulterated CHI. He had really lucked out on that dimension. It was also the only one which did not have a handle on its door, because it was always open.
It was a pain in the ass to make sure that it was always open but he had done it. From the moment he did that two years ago, he had a constant flow of pure CHI into his body, allowing his body to gorge on top the life force and make sure that his body grew into its full potential.
Some of the benefits were, enhanced strength, speed, enhanced base stats across all physical parameters, with an increment in mental activities, resulting in high memory retention. Also, small injuries healed within hours.
Broken Bones? At most, a day. Broken Ligaments? A couple of days.
Ruptured Organs? A week. Total spinal damage? A month.
Unfortunately, he was speaking from experience. He was not really allowed to experiment much when he first gained the Doors and in a fit of rebelliousness, he had tried to open two doors at once, one filled with CHI and one filled with the sun, burning him beyond recognition.
His entire body was blackened char and nothing more, according to Wong, and it was true because he had felt himself burn before blacking out. Apparently, his foolish decision to open two doors at once paid off because the CHI flowing in his body kept him alive enough for the Ancient One to return, and then eventually healed his entire body.
So yeah, due to the door having no handle to close it, he had a healing factor now.
He could also use the CHI to cast other spells as well but that was a story for another time.
That made 5 doors.
The sixth door led to a dimension filled with something he had not expected to find in the MCU, what with Mutants not being a part of the MCU, even after Disney acquired Fox. He had no idea what happened after that, though.
The sixth door led to a dimension filled with lasers, but the lasers were only kinetic energy given form, not energy. Yeah, the dimension led to the lasers that were once used by the iconic Scott Summers, i.e., Cyclops.
The Seventh Dimension was one filled with light. Yeah, just light. He had hoped to be able to harness the light somehow but it was literally just a giant light bulb. He needed the help of a magnifying glass to actually weaponise that light. Though it would always come in handy in case he needed to combat some weak dark beasts, the stronger ones would just shrug off any light that wasn't infused with the Holy Element.
So, that was one of the Seven Doors wasted.
The thing was that he could only open seven at the moment
He had a feeling that more Doors would be unlocked as he grew, both mentally and physically, but at the moment, his entire arsenal was just limited to that.
Back to the experiment he was doing with Jin'Ya though.
The experiment was just another exercise to get more doors to open so that he could expand his grimoire, so to speak.
Moving on from the doors he had opened, he looked up at the giant blue Door etched on the mountainside, took a deep breath, and floated to the door.
He placed his arm on the door and his vision…expanded.
Word Count - 4120
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Last edited:
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #2
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #2
The Red Hearth, Colin's Mindscape [January 1, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He felt his mind expand as a kaleidoscope of colours assaulted his mind, his ability allowing his mind and soul to reach out throughout the multiverse. He had been a wee bit child when he had lost his parents and then uncovered his ability to do…this. While it was exceedingly hard and very confusing to make sense of what his ability was back then, he knew video games back then, it was his favourite thing and while it was kinda childish of him to think of making this as a Videogame as well, it kind of worked out in the end.
With little, okay a lot of help from the Ancient One and more importantly, from Old Man Wong, he managed to make this a very nifty way of scouring for alternative dimensions across the multiverse, both tethered and untethered.
As he was now, he was strong yes but he was not all powerful. Physically, he was much stronger than Captain America but not as strong as Luke Cage was. So no bulletproof skin though his body was getting better and better at stopping most puncture wounds, and no throwing around trucks, though small cars were in his realm of capability.
All in all, a very strong C-grade threat, if he could say. Someone who can take out teams of trained men with ease but a bullet to the head will take them out all the same as the normal people, though the bullet might need to be a tad bigger. Now, once he factored in his Sorcery and his Doors, then things began to change.
Even then, he would hesitate to call himself an S-class threat, A class at best, even with his doors. All he had until now were 7 doors, one for each year that his ability had been active. It had been 7 years since then and all he had to show for it were the class four elements, an overglorified light bulb. The only ones worth mentioning were the last two doors, the CHI door, and the Kinetic Laser doors. Both of them gave him very nifty abilities, offensive as well as defensive capabilities, not to mention the overall passive boosts he got from making that door stay open all the time.
He was a literal superhuman now, with all the extra CHI running in his body. He had it in his blood now, so much so that the Ancient One warned him to reduce his interactions with Kun'Lun in the future because some of the more pragmatic elders there might just capture and store him in their dungeons because he was essentially the same as their Dragon. Punch his heart with their fists, absorb his CHI, and voila, Bootleg Iron Fist created!
The Kinetic lasers were nifty as well, especially in an omnidirectional way because after fighting a literal horde of demons when he was 17, all by himself, simply because he could become a ball of lasers in the middle of their army was priceless, even for Kamar Taj as a whole.
Also, he might have been taken advantage of as a kid, without being paid for it. He called child labour!
His mind wandered around itself as his soul finally did a scan of all the dimensions available to him, and then rendered the UI for the literal dimension searching that he did on a semi-weekly basis. It was actually Jin'Ya's theory that the more he tried to expose his soul to his weird ability, the more capable it would become of opening new doors.
As usual, the UI rendered and then he was greeted to a page that had a big Screen on the left, with a number of rectangular boxes on the right. He could mentally scroll through the list of the dimensions that were on the right.
The one selected right now was the most used dimension, i.e., the CHI dimension. The display on the right showed just golden light, yup, that was all there was in that dimension. It was something weird, not conforming to normal physics rules at all, like there was not even gravity in the dimension so no life could form there, even if the dimension was technically full of what many on Earth might call the "Lifeblood" of every species.
"Alright, let's see what we have here," He muttered as he plopped his ass on the most comfortable chair he could imagine, which was more along the lines of a bed as a box of his favourite caramel popcorn appeared on his lap, completing the stereotypical movie theatre setup.
Looking past all the windows that were highlighted, those were the ones he already made a Door for. He was looking for the scanned ones.
"Aww, only 6?" He whined as the number was far less this time for some reason. While Jin'Ya's theory of exposing his soul to this UI looked solid but it would seem they might have to do something else because the number of dimensions being scanned was only decreasing. Not the overall number but the number of new dimensions that can be opened with his doors. The filter was set on only new dimensions, so these 4 were the only new ones.
Ones. The total dimensions scanned were 1700, which might sound like a lot but the majority of them were useless to him. Like, what was he going to do with a dimension filled with just bones? The universe was a truly weird place.
"Let's see," he muttered as he selected the first green dimension. The big screen flickered before a scene full of trees greeted him. Trees everywhere, bathed in green fog.
"The heck? Is this the Green?" Thinking of the elemental force primarily based in the DC universe. It looked the same as this dimension though there might be differences. Might be useful but not right now. Once he had to work on restoring Earth's environment back to sustainable levels after defeating the Big bads of this universe, of which there was no lack of.
Moving on, he looked at the next yellow dimension. He blinked as he saw heaps of gold. Yup, Gold bullions, as if this was Fort Knox or wherever the world's governments kept their gold reserves. It was all very neatly stacked as well, forming pyramids, mountains, and more of that stuff.
Pass.
He selected the next dimension, which was light blue. Selecting that, he saw an empty dimension, with white as far as his eyes could see. He couldn't really know more about this place unless he used one of his Doors and currently, he was all out of doors. Even if he did have one, it wouldn't be used on some possible useless dimension.
Pass.
The next one was pink. The big screen just showed a huge dimensional box filled with pink liquid of some sort. His mind began racing as some of his fantasies reared their ugly heads, telling him about the possible uses of something like a magic pink liquid but he shook his head. This was not the time to think with his little head.
Pass.
With that, the UI collapsed as he found himself back in his mindscape, in the same position, touching the giant door, floating mid air.
Sighing, he exited his mindscape and found himself back in the pseudo dimension which collapsed, depositing him back in the same ritual circle that Jin'Ya activated.
Opening a door on reflex, he took a deep swig of pure distilled water from his Water Dimension to get rid of the acidic taste in his mouth that was always deposited in his mouth when a pseudo dimension collapsed.
Taking a deep breath, he was about to ask Jin'Ya who was lounging on his own tiny chair with–was that a facepack?
"What the fuck?"
"Language!" He felt a bonk on his head accompanied with that censor shit.
"Fuck you! I am 19 now AND you are staying under my roof." He drew himself up, even as Jin'Ya deadpanned at him, looking up from his book that he was reading, while having a facepack on his face, which was tiny as well.
"Why do you even use those? You are a freaking Psionic Dragon, you could shed that body and create a new one with literal shining skin whenever you want to."
Jin'Ya floated at his level, not even breaking stride as he replied, "This self-care thing is good. Humans have advanced at a remarkable rate when it comes to taking care of cosmetic things, though, oddly enough, despite having most of the power in society, most of this self care stuff has been catered to women, not men. This is another one of my experiments."
He sighed at that, then cracked up at the self care bit. Ah, if only Jin'Ya knew. Actually, shouldn't he know all this?
"Shouldn't you know all this? You know, being a Psionic dragon and all that."
"For the last time, I don't willy nilly go around trying to read in all the Astral output of Humanity, it would leave me not just comatose but surely with an intense urge to perform genocide on your species. So, for both yours and my sake, I refrain from doing that."
"I see, go on with your experiment then. Do give me a copy of your conclusion though. In the meantime, did you log the time like I told you to?"
"Who do you think I am, a human? I did log your time, it has been 1 hour 3 minutes in Earth time, significantly shorter than your first trip under my supervision, which took about 16 hours if my Eidetic memory serves me right."
"Right. There goes the mandatory Draconic superiority."
"What?! It's not arrogance if it is true."
"Yes, it is. It is in the way you say it."
"..Agree to Disagree then."
"You have got to stop watching Reality TV these days.." he sighed and got out of the basement. He might have been joking with Jin'Ya about the deadline but he did have a Comic Con to get to, and only about 16 hours to make sure that none of his friends had the same outfit.
"I will be out for the weekend. Don't blow up the Red Hearth." He nagged at Jin'Ya before waving his hands a bunch of times in the air, feeling so stupid and self conscious, until the Portal Gods finally took pity on him and opened a small flickering portal for him.
Jumping through, he arrived on his Earth Pad, which was decidedly less cool than his Mars home. He even named his place on Mars as the Red Hearth, which was pretty smart in his opinion, not in Old Man Wong's eyes though who cared about Old people's advice?
His nose wrinkled as he felt the air quality drop by magnitudes when compared to the Red Hearth. Having enhanced lungs might have meant that polluted air wouldn't give him cancer but it did nothing about his ability to differentiate between them.
Sigh, it might have been worth it to take the Green Door, just to spawn a couple of Pure Oxygen trees around his apartment.
"Nah, too much work." He grinned like a loon as he slipped into his wardrobe, about to sew some last minute changes on his costume, which would definitely NOT take a lot of time.
A/N - What do you guys think about the Power UI.
Also, the MC is 18 right now and he awakened his powers at the age of 12 and on his birthday, getting a Door for each successive birthday.
Also, if I haven't said it before, this story will focus more on individual struggles with some world ending serious stuff mixed in.
Yes, Wong is his guardian, officially and magically.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #2
The Red Hearth, Colin's Mindscape [January 1, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He felt his mind expand as a kaleidoscope of colours assaulted his mind, his ability allowing his mind and soul to reach out throughout the multiverse. He had been a wee bit child when he had lost his parents and then uncovered his ability to do…this. While it was exceedingly hard and very confusing to make sense of what his ability was back then, he knew video games back then, it was his favourite thing and while it was kinda childish of him to think of making this as a Videogame as well, it kind of worked out in the end.
With little, okay a lot of help from the Ancient One and more importantly, from Old Man Wong, he managed to make this a very nifty way of scouring for alternative dimensions across the multiverse, both tethered and untethered.
As he was now, he was strong yes but he was not all powerful. Physically, he was much stronger than Captain America but not as strong as Luke Cage was. So no bulletproof skin though his body was getting better and better at stopping most puncture wounds, and no throwing around trucks, though small cars were in his realm of capability.
All in all, a very strong C-grade threat, if he could say. Someone who can take out teams of trained men with ease but a bullet to the head will take them out all the same as the normal people, though the bullet might need to be a tad bigger. Now, once he factored in his Sorcery and his Doors, then things began to change.
Even then, he would hesitate to call himself an S-class threat, A class at best, even with his doors. All he had until now were 7 doors, one for each year that his ability had been active. It had been 7 years since then and all he had to show for it were the class four elements, an overglorified light bulb. The only ones worth mentioning were the last two doors, the CHI door, and the Kinetic Laser doors. Both of them gave him very nifty abilities, offensive as well as defensive capabilities, not to mention the overall passive boosts he got from making that door stay open all the time.
He was a literal superhuman now, with all the extra CHI running in his body. He had it in his blood now, so much so that the Ancient One warned him to reduce his interactions with Kun'Lun in the future because some of the more pragmatic elders there might just capture and store him in their dungeons because he was essentially the same as their Dragon. Punch his heart with their fists, absorb his CHI, and voila, Bootleg Iron Fist created!
The Kinetic lasers were nifty as well, especially in an omnidirectional way because after fighting a literal horde of demons when he was 17, all by himself, simply because he could become a ball of lasers in the middle of their army was priceless, even for Kamar Taj as a whole.
Also, he might have been taken advantage of as a kid, without being paid for it. He called child labour!
His mind wandered around itself as his soul finally did a scan of all the dimensions available to him, and then rendered the UI for the literal dimension searching that he did on a semi-weekly basis. It was actually Jin'Ya's theory that the more he tried to expose his soul to his weird ability, the more capable it would become of opening new doors.
As usual, the UI rendered and then he was greeted to a page that had a big Screen on the left, with a number of rectangular boxes on the right. He could mentally scroll through the list of the dimensions that were on the right.
The one selected right now was the most used dimension, i.e., the CHI dimension. The display on the right showed just golden light, yup, that was all there was in that dimension. It was something weird, not conforming to normal physics rules at all, like there was not even gravity in the dimension so no life could form there, even if the dimension was technically full of what many on Earth might call the "Lifeblood" of every species.
"Alright, let's see what we have here," He muttered as he plopped his ass on the most comfortable chair he could imagine, which was more along the lines of a bed as a box of his favourite caramel popcorn appeared on his lap, completing the stereotypical movie theatre setup.
Looking past all the windows that were highlighted, those were the ones he already made a Door for. He was looking for the scanned ones.
"Aww, only 6?" He whined as the number was far less this time for some reason. While Jin'Ya's theory of exposing his soul to this UI looked solid but it would seem they might have to do something else because the number of dimensions being scanned was only decreasing. Not the overall number but the number of new dimensions that can be opened with his doors. The filter was set on only new dimensions, so these 4 were the only new ones.
Ones. The total dimensions scanned were 1700, which might sound like a lot but the majority of them were useless to him. Like, what was he going to do with a dimension filled with just bones? The universe was a truly weird place.
"Let's see," he muttered as he selected the first green dimension. The big screen flickered before a scene full of trees greeted him. Trees everywhere, bathed in green fog.
"The heck? Is this the Green?" Thinking of the elemental force primarily based in the DC universe. It looked the same as this dimension though there might be differences. Might be useful but not right now. Once he had to work on restoring Earth's environment back to sustainable levels after defeating the Big bads of this universe, of which there was no lack of.
Moving on, he looked at the next yellow dimension. He blinked as he saw heaps of gold. Yup, Gold bullions, as if this was Fort Knox or wherever the world's governments kept their gold reserves. It was all very neatly stacked as well, forming pyramids, mountains, and more of that stuff.
Pass.
He selected the next dimension, which was light blue. Selecting that, he saw an empty dimension, with white as far as his eyes could see. He couldn't really know more about this place unless he used one of his Doors and currently, he was all out of doors. Even if he did have one, it wouldn't be used on some possible useless dimension.
Pass.
The next one was pink. The big screen just showed a huge dimensional box filled with pink liquid of some sort. His mind began racing as some of his fantasies reared their ugly heads, telling him about the possible uses of something like a magic pink liquid but he shook his head. This was not the time to think with his little head.
Pass.
With that, the UI collapsed as he found himself back in his mindscape, in the same position, touching the giant door, floating mid air.
Sighing, he exited his mindscape and found himself back in the pseudo dimension which collapsed, depositing him back in the same ritual circle that Jin'Ya activated.
Opening a door on reflex, he took a deep swig of pure distilled water from his Water Dimension to get rid of the acidic taste in his mouth that was always deposited in his mouth when a pseudo dimension collapsed.
Taking a deep breath, he was about to ask Jin'Ya who was lounging on his own tiny chair with–was that a facepack?
"What the fuck?"
"Language!" He felt a bonk on his head accompanied with that censor shit.
"Fuck you! I am 19 now AND you are staying under my roof." He drew himself up, even as Jin'Ya deadpanned at him, looking up from his book that he was reading, while having a facepack on his face, which was tiny as well.
"Why do you even use those? You are a freaking Psionic Dragon, you could shed that body and create a new one with literal shining skin whenever you want to."
Jin'Ya floated at his level, not even breaking stride as he replied, "This self-care thing is good. Humans have advanced at a remarkable rate when it comes to taking care of cosmetic things, though, oddly enough, despite having most of the power in society, most of this self care stuff has been catered to women, not men. This is another one of my experiments."
He sighed at that, then cracked up at the self care bit. Ah, if only Jin'Ya knew. Actually, shouldn't he know all this?
"Shouldn't you know all this? You know, being a Psionic dragon and all that."
"For the last time, I don't willy nilly go around trying to read in all the Astral output of Humanity, it would leave me not just comatose but surely with an intense urge to perform genocide on your species. So, for both yours and my sake, I refrain from doing that."
"I see, go on with your experiment then. Do give me a copy of your conclusion though. In the meantime, did you log the time like I told you to?"
"Who do you think I am, a human? I did log your time, it has been 1 hour 3 minutes in Earth time, significantly shorter than your first trip under my supervision, which took about 16 hours if my Eidetic memory serves me right."
"Right. There goes the mandatory Draconic superiority."
"What?! It's not arrogance if it is true."
"Yes, it is. It is in the way you say it."
"..Agree to Disagree then."
"You have got to stop watching Reality TV these days.." he sighed and got out of the basement. He might have been joking with Jin'Ya about the deadline but he did have a Comic Con to get to, and only about 16 hours to make sure that none of his friends had the same outfit.
"I will be out for the weekend. Don't blow up the Red Hearth." He nagged at Jin'Ya before waving his hands a bunch of times in the air, feeling so stupid and self conscious, until the Portal Gods finally took pity on him and opened a small flickering portal for him.
Jumping through, he arrived on his Earth Pad, which was decidedly less cool than his Mars home. He even named his place on Mars as the Red Hearth, which was pretty smart in his opinion, not in Old Man Wong's eyes though who cared about Old people's advice?
His nose wrinkled as he felt the air quality drop by magnitudes when compared to the Red Hearth. Having enhanced lungs might have meant that polluted air wouldn't give him cancer but it did nothing about his ability to differentiate between them.
Sigh, it might have been worth it to take the Green Door, just to spawn a couple of Pure Oxygen trees around his apartment.
"Nah, too much work." He grinned like a loon as he slipped into his wardrobe, about to sew some last minute changes on his costume, which would definitely NOT take a lot of time.
A/N - What do you guys think about the Power UI.
Also, the MC is 18 right now and he awakened his powers at the age of 12 and on his birthday, getting a Door for each successive birthday.
Also, if I haven't said it before, this story will focus more on individual struggles with some world ending serious stuff mixed in.
Yes, Wong is his guardian, officially and magically.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #3
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #3
San Diego Comic Con[January 2, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Your savior is here!" He exclaimed with pompous grandeur as he arrived at the gathering point his online group had decided for the Comic Con.
His outfit was glorious. Everything was perfect, well, as perfect as it could be. The signature red underwear on the outside, with blue tights with a blazing S carved on his very muscular chest. It was the yellow belt that he had added at the last minute when he revisited some of the older issue comics that he had been collecting with the money he had been earning as a freelancer.
The red cape was the easiest to source but not the easiest to get the right colour. He wanted to match the reference material perfectly and as such, it took over a week for him to finally get the right colour cape, and even then, it was not the perfect blend of red and dark red glinting in yellow sunlight.
For that, he feared that he would have to do something far more…custom.
His online discord group, which he had cultivated with his blood, sweat, and tears, along with a healthy dosage of cursing during online gaming, all laughed at him.
"Well you're one to talk, Discount Flash. You know, he was never this jacked. The guy was all lean mass, he was a runner for Pete's sake. Use your head, Brian." Brian, the stereotypical Jock, built like a brick house, all hard on the outside but an awkward nerd on the inside. He was currently sporting a Flash outfit with even more mass on top of Brian's already substantial mass.
"Cut it out, Colin, you're one to talk. You are not even as big as him and yet, you're dressed as Superman. Compensating much?" Tina, not even a part of the group and yet already at the gathering. He flashed a tight smile at her even as Brian gave him a rather strained one. Tina was the stereotypical cheerleader, though she did have the smarts and the looks going for her so he would not lean too much into that stereotype. As evidenced by her literally hanging off of Brian's arm and the way she was stuck to him, Tina was Brian's girlfriend and was a nerd-ish.
"OHHH!" The rest of their little gathering tried to rile him up but he was far beyond that, at least right now. When it happened the first time, well, it was good that he had the decency to apologise, or else Brian would be his enemy in their CS games and that was not a fate he would wish on anyone.
"Alright, no need to get our panties in a twist. Come on, there's a huge line for panels already." The rest of their little gathering, twins, Eric and Bill, both very large and very smart, though not in a good way. He met the Olson twins during one of his various black web strolls that he did, only for the good of the world.
As it turns out, when you have literal LIFEBLOOD flowing through your body at all times for years, your brain kind of turns into a computer. Not a supercomputer, not that far yet, but a computer. So, while it did slightly heighten his smarts, the far more beneficial thing for him was the Eidetic memory coupled with computer-like processing speeds, allowing him to excel at most things in his life.
Life, freelance software development. Something that the Ancient One showed him when he was trying to get his hands on more advanced Sorcery books simply to sate his brain's curiosity.
That little move catapulted him into the upper ranks of software development and these days, he was developing cutting edge software that kept the internet and multiple other systems up and running, for free. Yup, he did paid freelancing only for minor projects, like setting up a website, getting an app up and running, providing fast debugging services for middle to large sized corporations, willing to hand over their entire databases to someone like him, so mostly the social media companies.
Still, that paid enough for him to fund his education, though the insurance money from his family's death was more than enough for that. Touching that money felt…complicated so he just had that in a low yield long term bond until he needed it for a rainy day. The freelancing gave him enough money for college, getting a nice apartment, going out on dates though he had yet to find a stable girlfriend, funding his weird hobbies, and ofcourse, travelling the world.
The rest of the time, he studied Computer science engineering at MIT, whilst writing code that even his teachers took some time to understand. All in all, a very good life for one Colin Baxter.
However, all that work and study, along with training his powers and sorcery made his life pretty lonely, hence the discord group. By bonding over their shared use of inhumane curses in the field of online gaming, they came together and now, this was their second Comic Con together.
He was so excited!
"Let's go!" He shouted as he all but lifted the Olson twins in his haste to go to his favourite panels, ALL OF THEM!
_____xx____
Triskelion
–Nick "One Eye gouged out by Flerken" Fury–
".....And this is all we have on him?" He couldn't help but glare at the sparse file lying on his table as if wishing that it would set itself on fire somehow.
"Yes, sir. By the time we regained control of the vessel, the target had already subdued everyone, took the data, and fled the ship, escaping through unknown means."
"Suspects? Chinese? Europe? Freaking Japan? Get me something, dammit!"
"...WE suspect that he is an independent operative sir."
"....Are you telling me that we have someone who can put holes in concrete walls, attack strategic Military assets, and steal the data onboard, all without a single clear sighting or even a casualty?"
"Yes, sir. However, the motives remain unclear since the data is standard Satellite rerouting data, something that is available, albeit in much less precision, online, for free."
He took in a deep breath, exhaled, and then closed the file, "That will be all, Agent Sitwell. Dismissed."
"Sir." Sitwell saluted and left his office.
As soon as the doors closed, he pressed a button under his desk, sealing his entire office shut before turning to a dark corner of his office, "You get all that, Pierce?"
Out from the darkness, came the grim visage of one Secretary of the World Security Council, Alexander Pierce. The boss of his bosses, the one person whose word he could not ignore, well, theoretically anyway.
"This is concerning Fury. This is the third known attack that SHIELD knows of. I have credible information of 6 more, spread across the world, attacking sensitive locations before stealing the data onboard for some reason."
He levelled his one eye on Pierce, "You and I both know what is on those ships' data disks."
"A project you vehemently disagree with, I understand that Fury but now is not the time for that debate. We need to catch this person because while the data itself is not that important in the major scheme of things if the person somehow gets a whiff of what we planned to do with that data, we might just have to say goodbye to SHIELD as a whole."
He glared at that man, "Why? Why take such risks? You know as well as I do that we should have shut this shit down the moment we knew that someone was targeting the Project ships. Not even the agents manning the ships know the true purpose."
"And it will remain that way. Remember Fury, everything we do, we do for the continued safety for the world."
"And having orbital canons with perfect spy hardware in space is the way to do that, really?"
Pierce slumped as his eyes softened, "Fury, look, you know as well as I do that this project is just at the concept stage right now. Hell, even the most optimistic predictions to get the necessary funding, hardware, software, and more importantly, the right mental projection around the world, would take decades. Maybe, until then, we will find something that works better, something that would not force us to trample on everyone's rights to get the tools to make the right choices.
But, until then, until we find something that can make the World Security Council back off without the threat of the agency's dissolution, we are going to have to go ahead with this project. You did agree to this in exchange for green lighting Project Avengers."
He sighed explosively, his fists clenched, "Fine. Though, the Council has yet to debate or even listen to my first pitch on that project."
"IF you are talking about Banner, let me stop you right there. We can't be seen associating with monsters so unless and until you can confirm that the Green Beast is not a beast but just some slightly less intelligent animal, Banner will stay off the Avengers Protocol. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Great, glad I could clear it up."
The man then left his office, having waltzed in as if he owned the place.
His gaze then landed on the man with the orange outfit, the hideously orange robes that somehow, all the agents missed in the dark of the night. Freaking Orange one-sie managed to blindside all of his agents, physically bend steel, guns, and even break doors to get to his objective, with nothing being able to stop him.
Well, if he wanted the data so much… "Agent, get me Hawkeye."
Maybe it's time he set the Agent with the highest mission completion record in this case. The only reason Barton was kept out of this was because the man was smart and would smell something fishy was going on and he couldn't have that, not at this stage.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #3
San Diego Comic Con[January 2, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Your savior is here!" He exclaimed with pompous grandeur as he arrived at the gathering point his online group had decided for the Comic Con.
His outfit was glorious. Everything was perfect, well, as perfect as it could be. The signature red underwear on the outside, with blue tights with a blazing S carved on his very muscular chest. It was the yellow belt that he had added at the last minute when he revisited some of the older issue comics that he had been collecting with the money he had been earning as a freelancer.
The red cape was the easiest to source but not the easiest to get the right colour. He wanted to match the reference material perfectly and as such, it took over a week for him to finally get the right colour cape, and even then, it was not the perfect blend of red and dark red glinting in yellow sunlight.
For that, he feared that he would have to do something far more…custom.
His online discord group, which he had cultivated with his blood, sweat, and tears, along with a healthy dosage of cursing during online gaming, all laughed at him.
"Well you're one to talk, Discount Flash. You know, he was never this jacked. The guy was all lean mass, he was a runner for Pete's sake. Use your head, Brian." Brian, the stereotypical Jock, built like a brick house, all hard on the outside but an awkward nerd on the inside. He was currently sporting a Flash outfit with even more mass on top of Brian's already substantial mass.
"Cut it out, Colin, you're one to talk. You are not even as big as him and yet, you're dressed as Superman. Compensating much?" Tina, not even a part of the group and yet already at the gathering. He flashed a tight smile at her even as Brian gave him a rather strained one. Tina was the stereotypical cheerleader, though she did have the smarts and the looks going for her so he would not lean too much into that stereotype. As evidenced by her literally hanging off of Brian's arm and the way she was stuck to him, Tina was Brian's girlfriend and was a nerd-ish.
"OHHH!" The rest of their little gathering tried to rile him up but he was far beyond that, at least right now. When it happened the first time, well, it was good that he had the decency to apologise, or else Brian would be his enemy in their CS games and that was not a fate he would wish on anyone.
"Alright, no need to get our panties in a twist. Come on, there's a huge line for panels already." The rest of their little gathering, twins, Eric and Bill, both very large and very smart, though not in a good way. He met the Olson twins during one of his various black web strolls that he did, only for the good of the world.
As it turns out, when you have literal LIFEBLOOD flowing through your body at all times for years, your brain kind of turns into a computer. Not a supercomputer, not that far yet, but a computer. So, while it did slightly heighten his smarts, the far more beneficial thing for him was the Eidetic memory coupled with computer-like processing speeds, allowing him to excel at most things in his life.
Life, freelance software development. Something that the Ancient One showed him when he was trying to get his hands on more advanced Sorcery books simply to sate his brain's curiosity.
That little move catapulted him into the upper ranks of software development and these days, he was developing cutting edge software that kept the internet and multiple other systems up and running, for free. Yup, he did paid freelancing only for minor projects, like setting up a website, getting an app up and running, providing fast debugging services for middle to large sized corporations, willing to hand over their entire databases to someone like him, so mostly the social media companies.
Still, that paid enough for him to fund his education, though the insurance money from his family's death was more than enough for that. Touching that money felt…complicated so he just had that in a low yield long term bond until he needed it for a rainy day. The freelancing gave him enough money for college, getting a nice apartment, going out on dates though he had yet to find a stable girlfriend, funding his weird hobbies, and ofcourse, travelling the world.
The rest of the time, he studied Computer science engineering at MIT, whilst writing code that even his teachers took some time to understand. All in all, a very good life for one Colin Baxter.
However, all that work and study, along with training his powers and sorcery made his life pretty lonely, hence the discord group. By bonding over their shared use of inhumane curses in the field of online gaming, they came together and now, this was their second Comic Con together.
He was so excited!
"Let's go!" He shouted as he all but lifted the Olson twins in his haste to go to his favourite panels, ALL OF THEM!
_____xx____
Triskelion
–Nick "One Eye gouged out by Flerken" Fury–
".....And this is all we have on him?" He couldn't help but glare at the sparse file lying on his table as if wishing that it would set itself on fire somehow.
"Yes, sir. By the time we regained control of the vessel, the target had already subdued everyone, took the data, and fled the ship, escaping through unknown means."
"Suspects? Chinese? Europe? Freaking Japan? Get me something, dammit!"
"...WE suspect that he is an independent operative sir."
"....Are you telling me that we have someone who can put holes in concrete walls, attack strategic Military assets, and steal the data onboard, all without a single clear sighting or even a casualty?"
"Yes, sir. However, the motives remain unclear since the data is standard Satellite rerouting data, something that is available, albeit in much less precision, online, for free."
He took in a deep breath, exhaled, and then closed the file, "That will be all, Agent Sitwell. Dismissed."
"Sir." Sitwell saluted and left his office.
As soon as the doors closed, he pressed a button under his desk, sealing his entire office shut before turning to a dark corner of his office, "You get all that, Pierce?"
Out from the darkness, came the grim visage of one Secretary of the World Security Council, Alexander Pierce. The boss of his bosses, the one person whose word he could not ignore, well, theoretically anyway.
"This is concerning Fury. This is the third known attack that SHIELD knows of. I have credible information of 6 more, spread across the world, attacking sensitive locations before stealing the data onboard for some reason."
He levelled his one eye on Pierce, "You and I both know what is on those ships' data disks."
"A project you vehemently disagree with, I understand that Fury but now is not the time for that debate. We need to catch this person because while the data itself is not that important in the major scheme of things if the person somehow gets a whiff of what we planned to do with that data, we might just have to say goodbye to SHIELD as a whole."
He glared at that man, "Why? Why take such risks? You know as well as I do that we should have shut this shit down the moment we knew that someone was targeting the Project ships. Not even the agents manning the ships know the true purpose."
"And it will remain that way. Remember Fury, everything we do, we do for the continued safety for the world."
"And having orbital canons with perfect spy hardware in space is the way to do that, really?"
Pierce slumped as his eyes softened, "Fury, look, you know as well as I do that this project is just at the concept stage right now. Hell, even the most optimistic predictions to get the necessary funding, hardware, software, and more importantly, the right mental projection around the world, would take decades. Maybe, until then, we will find something that works better, something that would not force us to trample on everyone's rights to get the tools to make the right choices.
But, until then, until we find something that can make the World Security Council back off without the threat of the agency's dissolution, we are going to have to go ahead with this project. You did agree to this in exchange for green lighting Project Avengers."
He sighed explosively, his fists clenched, "Fine. Though, the Council has yet to debate or even listen to my first pitch on that project."
"IF you are talking about Banner, let me stop you right there. We can't be seen associating with monsters so unless and until you can confirm that the Green Beast is not a beast but just some slightly less intelligent animal, Banner will stay off the Avengers Protocol. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Great, glad I could clear it up."
The man then left his office, having waltzed in as if he owned the place.
His gaze then landed on the man with the orange outfit, the hideously orange robes that somehow, all the agents missed in the dark of the night. Freaking Orange one-sie managed to blindside all of his agents, physically bend steel, guns, and even break doors to get to his objective, with nothing being able to stop him.
Well, if he wanted the data so much… "Agent, get me Hawkeye."
Maybe it's time he set the Agent with the highest mission completion record in this case. The only reason Barton was kept out of this was because the man was smart and would smell something fishy was going on and he couldn't have that, not at this stage.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #4
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #4
Colin's Apartment, Seattle[January 9, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Ah, how time passes. It was only a week ago that he was with his brethren, in the center of the Convention, passing the time, ogling cosplaying chicks, and eating his body weight in calories, and now? Now, he was stuck studying for this exam that he didn't even wish to take.
"Ah, is it so hard to make updated textbooks? What do they even charge this much money for?" He grumbled to himself as he read through the horribly outdated textbooks assigned to them by their professor. He was studying to become a computer science engineer and was well ahead of the world in terms of software development of all kinds and yet, he had to learn some outdated principles about COBOL of all languages to get good grades for this exam.
His scholarship was very generous, paying for everything related to College, and yet, it needed a 3.0 GPA throughout his education.
Now that was not that hard to achieve IF one could attend all the other tests. No, between his work as a paid freelancer, volunteer open source developer, self employed Power testing and Kamar Taj affiliated Sorcerer, he had no time for classes as well as the little tests and quizzes that usually happen throughout the duration of a normal semester.
Normally, there would be no other option for a student. They would either have to do everything in college or have to do their other tasks but since he was, well, he, who was a legend in the Nerd community, the college was willing to look the other way as long as he didn't lose his scholarship and performed well.
Hence, the studying, since this was the biggest test of the semester, carried most of the weightage and only if he scored 95% or above on this test, he could maintain his 3.0 GPA average and keep his scholarship.
"Ah, I could be doing something so much more interesting," He muttered to himself, rotating his chair to take in his second best bachelor pad and found himself loathing the study material. Well, if they had the creativity to make it any interesting, he would have taken more than a cursory look, rather than just spend all his time daydreaming.
To be honest, it was not even that hard for him, courtesy of his enhanced brain but even that initial screening, the initial focused reading that would just imprint the book into his memory felt so tedious, he gave up mid way multiple times.
Looking up at the ceiling, he thought of the next steps he could take. So far, he was very heavily restricted by both Wong and the Ancient One in any steps he could take, based on his meta knowledge. Only now that he was in college, and lived on his own, could he do something about all the terrifying knowledge filled in his head.
Good news was that this was the cookie-cutter MCU with no meaningful deviation, well, aside from any new ones that he would do himself with his powers. Over the years, he tried to research, and devise strategies but even with his big head, he couldn't find a way he could upend the whole timeline and come out with a net positive.
Hell, aside from the whole Thanos Snap plan, he could save more human lives if he simply cleansed the whole planet, something that might very well be in the realm of possibility if he took on the Green Dimension DOor and cranked it up to the max.
It was as if the MCU he remembered happening was close to the best possible version of events happening, leading to half the universe dying and then being resurrected after half a decade.
That was something he could not accept, no matter what. Everything else was fair game, maybe even the Chitauri Invasion, if he found a better alternative to exposing the whole Alien life thing to the world, otherwise Loki would get the opportunity to open the portal and then watch as all of his plans crumbled as the Invasion was repelled pretty smoothly.
He chuckled at the image of him repelling an entire alien invasion, all by himself.
"Nice fantasies, Colin. Very nice fantasies," He chuckled to himself as he refocused on the 43rd page of the last textbook he had to memorise before the paper tomorrow. All of those things required power, a significant amount of power. He didn't have that level of power, just yet and he might never.
As things were going, he might end up becoming the strongest non Infinity, Gamma, or Chaos powered human around but as he knew from his knowledge, even having Infinity granted power was not enough to stop bad things from happening.
No, going by the power route was clearly not the smart choice, that much his brain could tell him. No, the bigger impact he could create was by nudging a few things here and there, small acts that would cascade into bigger avalanches of change, at least with his current power level.
He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs before focusing on the book. Just another 200 pages before he was done and perfect scores for tomorrow's exam was all but guaranteed. He wouldn't want Old Man Wong breathing down his neck because his grades slipped, even a little bit.
As things went, Wong might actually try to pull him back into Kamar Taj, with the justification of falling grades, further impeding his movements. So, this fight with the exam was not just for his scholarship because he was more than capable of financing that with his own hard earned money, no, this was the fight for his freedom. Freedom from balding Old Men who still thought of him as the soaking wet 12-13 year old who showed up on their doorsteps.
"Ah, good times," He flipped the textbook shut, suddenly not in the mood as he pushed his chair back with a well timed door on his foot that released a small wave of pressurised air.
The Wind dimension was handy like that. Also, it was one of the more useful ones because the water dimension could not be pressurised according to his will but the wind Dimension could release pressurised winds on command.
The composition of the air was remarkably similar to Earth's atmosphere as well so he didn't have to worry about polluting Earth's atmosphere with the repetitive usage of his powers.
He had a theory that there were different tiers to dimensions as well, something that he was working on integrating into the search UI he had already built into his powers. According to his theory, the Wind DImension and the Kinetic laser dimensions were a cut above the rest of the dimensions.
The CHI dimension should be the one above all of them, such was its impact on him. The Light Dimension, the Water Dimension, and the Earth dimension were not that useful to him and also could not be manipulated by him, hence the lower rating.
Now, if he had found some Holy Light dimension, that would have obviously been A tier. Even that would not be S iter in his opinion because nothing beats the ability to perform mass healing, mass passive strengthening on a group of people simply by opening a door and letting them bask in the glow of CHI.
Hell, according to the Ancient One, his blood would be like poison to Vampires, the strong life force within his blood attracting the Vampires but the weaker ones would not be able to handle the sheer energy within them, exploding on overeating.
Only Dracula might be able to drink his blood and not get energy bloated, which was terrifying because Vlad Dracula was a strong motherf*cker and not someone to be tangled with, even at the best of times.
He perked up as an idea popped into his head.
Turning around after firing yet another mild shockwave from his feet, he reached the other end of his sweet sweet bachelor pad, touching his main workstation, which held the state of the art PC that he built with his own blood, sweat, and tears.
Okay, a little dramatic but he did buy the overkill, overpriced monstrosity with his first hard earned money. Some of the hardware, like the case and the GPU were hideously overpriced but Anime for the win, especially Anime Waifu themed hardware that was collector edition, and priced at twice the MSRP.
The most demanding thing he did on this computer was Figma, which was what he used to design the whole UI in his mind, and also to sometimes design something for his freelancer regular clients that deserved the custom pieces he built for them sometimes.
So far, he counted two different hit Social Media apps and one Blog website that collectively generated over 12 Billion Dollars in yearly revenue, all paid out to him in royalties.
As one could imagine, he was rich, filthy rich, and yet, one might wonder, why did he still get a full scholarship?
Well, one, he applied before he became a millionaire, an official one anyway, and second, it was a Stark Industries Scholarship, granted to emerging talents, irrespective of monetary requirements.
A truly odd scholarship but who was he to say no to Free Money?
All he had to do in return was do a summer internship with Stark Industries in their LA offices this upcoming summer.
That would be great, obviously, since their founder was going to be kidnapped by a bunch of terrorists in a couple of months before building something that would reshape global military tactics for years to come, rendering all current gen weaponry nearly useless.
"Ah, that's the stuff," he sighed as he gulped down a concentrated shot of coffee as he worked on getting the design right for his new UI update so that he could go back to memorising his textbook.
Ah, the wonders of Procrastination.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #4
Colin's Apartment, Seattle[January 9, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Ah, how time passes. It was only a week ago that he was with his brethren, in the center of the Convention, passing the time, ogling cosplaying chicks, and eating his body weight in calories, and now? Now, he was stuck studying for this exam that he didn't even wish to take.
"Ah, is it so hard to make updated textbooks? What do they even charge this much money for?" He grumbled to himself as he read through the horribly outdated textbooks assigned to them by their professor. He was studying to become a computer science engineer and was well ahead of the world in terms of software development of all kinds and yet, he had to learn some outdated principles about COBOL of all languages to get good grades for this exam.
His scholarship was very generous, paying for everything related to College, and yet, it needed a 3.0 GPA throughout his education.
Now that was not that hard to achieve IF one could attend all the other tests. No, between his work as a paid freelancer, volunteer open source developer, self employed Power testing and Kamar Taj affiliated Sorcerer, he had no time for classes as well as the little tests and quizzes that usually happen throughout the duration of a normal semester.
Normally, there would be no other option for a student. They would either have to do everything in college or have to do their other tasks but since he was, well, he, who was a legend in the Nerd community, the college was willing to look the other way as long as he didn't lose his scholarship and performed well.
Hence, the studying, since this was the biggest test of the semester, carried most of the weightage and only if he scored 95% or above on this test, he could maintain his 3.0 GPA average and keep his scholarship.
"Ah, I could be doing something so much more interesting," He muttered to himself, rotating his chair to take in his second best bachelor pad and found himself loathing the study material. Well, if they had the creativity to make it any interesting, he would have taken more than a cursory look, rather than just spend all his time daydreaming.
To be honest, it was not even that hard for him, courtesy of his enhanced brain but even that initial screening, the initial focused reading that would just imprint the book into his memory felt so tedious, he gave up mid way multiple times.
Looking up at the ceiling, he thought of the next steps he could take. So far, he was very heavily restricted by both Wong and the Ancient One in any steps he could take, based on his meta knowledge. Only now that he was in college, and lived on his own, could he do something about all the terrifying knowledge filled in his head.
Good news was that this was the cookie-cutter MCU with no meaningful deviation, well, aside from any new ones that he would do himself with his powers. Over the years, he tried to research, and devise strategies but even with his big head, he couldn't find a way he could upend the whole timeline and come out with a net positive.
Hell, aside from the whole Thanos Snap plan, he could save more human lives if he simply cleansed the whole planet, something that might very well be in the realm of possibility if he took on the Green Dimension DOor and cranked it up to the max.
It was as if the MCU he remembered happening was close to the best possible version of events happening, leading to half the universe dying and then being resurrected after half a decade.
That was something he could not accept, no matter what. Everything else was fair game, maybe even the Chitauri Invasion, if he found a better alternative to exposing the whole Alien life thing to the world, otherwise Loki would get the opportunity to open the portal and then watch as all of his plans crumbled as the Invasion was repelled pretty smoothly.
He chuckled at the image of him repelling an entire alien invasion, all by himself.
"Nice fantasies, Colin. Very nice fantasies," He chuckled to himself as he refocused on the 43rd page of the last textbook he had to memorise before the paper tomorrow. All of those things required power, a significant amount of power. He didn't have that level of power, just yet and he might never.
As things were going, he might end up becoming the strongest non Infinity, Gamma, or Chaos powered human around but as he knew from his knowledge, even having Infinity granted power was not enough to stop bad things from happening.
No, going by the power route was clearly not the smart choice, that much his brain could tell him. No, the bigger impact he could create was by nudging a few things here and there, small acts that would cascade into bigger avalanches of change, at least with his current power level.
He shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs before focusing on the book. Just another 200 pages before he was done and perfect scores for tomorrow's exam was all but guaranteed. He wouldn't want Old Man Wong breathing down his neck because his grades slipped, even a little bit.
As things went, Wong might actually try to pull him back into Kamar Taj, with the justification of falling grades, further impeding his movements. So, this fight with the exam was not just for his scholarship because he was more than capable of financing that with his own hard earned money, no, this was the fight for his freedom. Freedom from balding Old Men who still thought of him as the soaking wet 12-13 year old who showed up on their doorsteps.
"Ah, good times," He flipped the textbook shut, suddenly not in the mood as he pushed his chair back with a well timed door on his foot that released a small wave of pressurised air.
The Wind dimension was handy like that. Also, it was one of the more useful ones because the water dimension could not be pressurised according to his will but the wind Dimension could release pressurised winds on command.
The composition of the air was remarkably similar to Earth's atmosphere as well so he didn't have to worry about polluting Earth's atmosphere with the repetitive usage of his powers.
He had a theory that there were different tiers to dimensions as well, something that he was working on integrating into the search UI he had already built into his powers. According to his theory, the Wind DImension and the Kinetic laser dimensions were a cut above the rest of the dimensions.
The CHI dimension should be the one above all of them, such was its impact on him. The Light Dimension, the Water Dimension, and the Earth dimension were not that useful to him and also could not be manipulated by him, hence the lower rating.
Now, if he had found some Holy Light dimension, that would have obviously been A tier. Even that would not be S iter in his opinion because nothing beats the ability to perform mass healing, mass passive strengthening on a group of people simply by opening a door and letting them bask in the glow of CHI.
Hell, according to the Ancient One, his blood would be like poison to Vampires, the strong life force within his blood attracting the Vampires but the weaker ones would not be able to handle the sheer energy within them, exploding on overeating.
Only Dracula might be able to drink his blood and not get energy bloated, which was terrifying because Vlad Dracula was a strong motherf*cker and not someone to be tangled with, even at the best of times.
He perked up as an idea popped into his head.
Turning around after firing yet another mild shockwave from his feet, he reached the other end of his sweet sweet bachelor pad, touching his main workstation, which held the state of the art PC that he built with his own blood, sweat, and tears.
Okay, a little dramatic but he did buy the overkill, overpriced monstrosity with his first hard earned money. Some of the hardware, like the case and the GPU were hideously overpriced but Anime for the win, especially Anime Waifu themed hardware that was collector edition, and priced at twice the MSRP.
The most demanding thing he did on this computer was Figma, which was what he used to design the whole UI in his mind, and also to sometimes design something for his freelancer regular clients that deserved the custom pieces he built for them sometimes.
So far, he counted two different hit Social Media apps and one Blog website that collectively generated over 12 Billion Dollars in yearly revenue, all paid out to him in royalties.
As one could imagine, he was rich, filthy rich, and yet, one might wonder, why did he still get a full scholarship?
Well, one, he applied before he became a millionaire, an official one anyway, and second, it was a Stark Industries Scholarship, granted to emerging talents, irrespective of monetary requirements.
A truly odd scholarship but who was he to say no to Free Money?
All he had to do in return was do a summer internship with Stark Industries in their LA offices this upcoming summer.
That would be great, obviously, since their founder was going to be kidnapped by a bunch of terrorists in a couple of months before building something that would reshape global military tactics for years to come, rendering all current gen weaponry nearly useless.
"Ah, that's the stuff," he sighed as he gulped down a concentrated shot of coffee as he worked on getting the design right for his new UI update so that he could go back to memorising his textbook.
Ah, the wonders of Procrastination.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Jao
(Verified Lemon Drop Addict)
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2022
- Messages
- 3,047
- Likes received
- 13,263
Last edited:
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #5
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #5
University of Washington, Seattle,[January 10, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Finally. Woohoo!" he shouted in the middle of the cafeteria as he took the lunch from the lunch lady and began searching for a table for him. His very enthusiastic shout drew multiple odd looks from the students all around him but he didn't let that get to heart, as he finally spotted an empty seat at a table in the far right corner, right next to the emergency exit.
A truly vaunted spot for dinner, as it was completely empty, ripe for the taking from an extraordinarily smart yet strong teenager who also happened to have no time for friendships, hence his status as the loner of the class.
Hell, even his professors didn't give him group assignments. They just told him to get the project done in time, which he did, all the time because come on, this was college and he was already playing in the big leagues, which the university knew so they let it all slide.
Plus, it was not like he was committing felonies left, right, and centre for the University to hinder him in any way.
Whistling merrily, since exams were finally over, he sat down at the table and had his lunch, which was rare because he usually didn't partake in the slob that the University served, despite charging an arm and a leg for it. He usually had his meal, a big heavy meal in the morning, and then cycled his CHI throughout his body a couple of times, which got rid of the bloated feeling, and then went about his day.
He only needed refueling in the evening, when he had yet another protein filled meat based food item before moving on to his favourite part of the day.
Desert. Literal OTHERWORLDLY desert, that he ate every single day.
After all, having a constant supply of pure milk from the mystical coys of Ta-Lo meant that he had milk that was richer than even fish in protein and other nutrients, which meant that anything made from that milk would be infinitely more nutritious than any other processed food item on Earth. Hence, the ice cream that he made for himself and Jin'Ya on Red Hearth, and ate in small quantities.
Today, though? Today was a very special day. Today, his exams were done, and he had to meet the representative from Stark Industries today, who would decide in which division he would do his internship.
While he was doing his engineering in Computer Science, it was not like he had chosen his specialty yet so choosing the right department in the behemoth of a corporation that was Stark Industries would go a long way for him to get the right job, not that he was looking for a job but, hey, he had a stereotypical Asian parent in the form of Wong who always told him that having a stable job would always be better than being in an unstable industry that paid lots of money.
Slightly illogical but it came from a place of love so he let it slide.
So, after he was done eating or at least trying to eat the slob, he would take a long tour to the Dean's office, where the interview would be held. He was not worried though, his LinkedIn profile was the wet dream of any Engineer. Basically, he had more achievements on his profile at 18, than most people had at 25 or even 30.
While he was subconsciously shoving in the food, he was thinking of the data disks he had taken from all those private military contractor ships as well as SHIELD ships. There was something big happening in SHIELD that led to the data disks on those ships, something that had them hide the damned information behind the strongest freaking secrecy walls he had ever seen in his life, even from the likes of Wakanda though it must be that they hide their important data in an air gapped network and only use internet connection to hack the rest of the world.
He had finally hacked the damned file, only to get a list of serial numbers that led to a bunch of Satellite mapping equipment that had been installed on random shell company satellites launched by Stark Industries, beaming partial packets of data to 11 different ships, spread across the world. They were smart as well, the data was shared between the satellites themselves as well as the ships down below, even if that massively slowed down the data transmission speeds.
It was smart because that meant that without having all the eleven packages, he would not be able to decode the encryption on those files. Despite all his genius, that was beyond his ability. Also, he did not know what Technomany spell the Ancient One had used but the internet connection at Kamar Taj and in the Sanctums did not exist for anyone else trying to trace them.
Taking advantage, no, practically abusing that loophole, he had started his hacking career and had reached the practical top of the Dark Web. Literally, everyone in the top 10 cybercriminal lists of all the major countries of the Five Eyes alliance had tried their hand at cracking his systems yet, to all of their amazement and horror, they simply couldn't find his network, let alone try to breach it.
It was all very hilarious to watch and experience. Using that advantage, he had hacked into SHIELD, the US Military, Pentagon, CIA, and many other three letter agencies who specialised in encryption to finally get the keys necessary to crack the file that led him to those satellites and those ships.
He had the data disks from 9 ships so far, having hit them over the course of the last three months to physically retrieve them and copy all their data. They were locked in a box in a specific place in the Mirror dimension, making them impossible to track.
He just needed to hit the 2 more ships, get their data disks, and complete the puzzle that he had no idea SHIELD was plotting. Realistically, there should be nothing that SHIELD should be doing, especially on this scale, that involves mapping the planet.
Then again, it might be some of their work for the Tesseract, he did not know but he intended to find out, sooner rather than later. He had not made his debut in the criminal underworld like he planned to, simply because he had no time these days, but he had assaulted the ships and with them being ghosts, simply black sites that did not have any physical trace, SHIELD could not exactly publicly retaliate against someone, especially someone about whom they knew nothing about.
Dropping the tray in the tray bin, after having finished his food, he left the cafeteria, the normalness of the students in that place hitting him.
Walking through the campus, he snickered as he remembered what he wore when he performed all those raids.
A giant Orange onesie.
Oh yeah, he freaking Naruto-ed them when it came to being stealthy and using the ninja arts. He cheated, obviously, using discrete portals, his light doors to flash the cameras, and use his enhanced strength to break through everything. Obviously, they had titanium cages all around the disks which were tough to break, even for him.
So, once again, he cheated. Conjuring two doors in front of each other and letting the Kinetic lasers loose from both of them, creating a field of extreme kinetic energy that just punched through the titanium cage bars, leaving the rest red hot from the heat.
During the third time, he noticed that the cages had improved and on that particular ship, since it was much smaller and manned by only a couple of guys, he had time before reinforcements arrived, having knocked out all the guards. So, he did an experiment, he flooded his body with CHI, turning himself into a giant orange glow stick, and held onto the cage bars.
He regretted that immediately because they were very much electrified, as was written in the security specs that he had read before doing the whole thing but had forgotten in the heat of the moment, burning his hands BUT since he was a CHI lighthouse at the moment and he already had enhanced healing, that aspect was hypercharged as his body healed the damage the moment it was done, creating some sort of equilibrium.
He used that moment to bend the titanium cages, succeeding in only two attempts. Taking his hands off the electrified bars was tasking and painful since it did take in parts of his skin with it but he had taken those bars with him when he left that ship so SHIELD should not have any of his DNA at the moment.
That was how he became a superior version of Iron Fist, someone better than him in all aspects, save for maybe hand to hand combat but hey, he only got his ass kicked 8 out of 10 times by Mordo now, sorry, Master Mordo, as the hardass liked to be called, so he was definitely improving and would certainly do much better if he simply had more Time.
Checking the time, he had finally reached the Dean's office. He narrowed his eyes at the security, private security standing outside the Dean's office building, which was odd.
The way they scanned everything, and regularly communicated with each other indicated both paranoia and competency, which were both signs of someone who was constantly under threat, being in that building.
That was….not good.
"Are you Mr.Baxters?" He looked at the assistant from the Dean's office asking him, to which he replied, "Uh, Yeah. I am Colin."
"Perfect! These gentlemen will pat you down before meeting with the Dean and a special guest." She gestured to two absolutely built dudes who immediately began heading toward him.
He immediately backed up a step, "Oh, hey, Whoa! Ahem, since when was that necessary?" He asked in a pointed tone of voice, making the woman wince.
"Ah, I am really sorry, sir, but it is the security protocol for today. I am afraid you will have to get their security clearance." She looked genuine and had the same mannerisms as the woman he met a few times whenever the Dean called him over for a meeting, or he had to meet the Dean to get some exceptions for some rules.
Then again, those could easily be imitated by a Skrull.
Was she a Skrull?
He looked her over once and felt no discrepancy in the situation, even with his enhanced senses. Those guys, while built like a birch house, were all ordinary people, simply incapable of resisting even a single strike from him.
Oh, what the hell. He smiled at the people, "Fine, Sure. I'll go."
"Great!"
Let's see what life has in store for him today.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #5
University of Washington, Seattle,[January 10, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Finally. Woohoo!" he shouted in the middle of the cafeteria as he took the lunch from the lunch lady and began searching for a table for him. His very enthusiastic shout drew multiple odd looks from the students all around him but he didn't let that get to heart, as he finally spotted an empty seat at a table in the far right corner, right next to the emergency exit.
A truly vaunted spot for dinner, as it was completely empty, ripe for the taking from an extraordinarily smart yet strong teenager who also happened to have no time for friendships, hence his status as the loner of the class.
Hell, even his professors didn't give him group assignments. They just told him to get the project done in time, which he did, all the time because come on, this was college and he was already playing in the big leagues, which the university knew so they let it all slide.
Plus, it was not like he was committing felonies left, right, and centre for the University to hinder him in any way.
Whistling merrily, since exams were finally over, he sat down at the table and had his lunch, which was rare because he usually didn't partake in the slob that the University served, despite charging an arm and a leg for it. He usually had his meal, a big heavy meal in the morning, and then cycled his CHI throughout his body a couple of times, which got rid of the bloated feeling, and then went about his day.
He only needed refueling in the evening, when he had yet another protein filled meat based food item before moving on to his favourite part of the day.
Desert. Literal OTHERWORLDLY desert, that he ate every single day.
After all, having a constant supply of pure milk from the mystical coys of Ta-Lo meant that he had milk that was richer than even fish in protein and other nutrients, which meant that anything made from that milk would be infinitely more nutritious than any other processed food item on Earth. Hence, the ice cream that he made for himself and Jin'Ya on Red Hearth, and ate in small quantities.
Today, though? Today was a very special day. Today, his exams were done, and he had to meet the representative from Stark Industries today, who would decide in which division he would do his internship.
While he was doing his engineering in Computer Science, it was not like he had chosen his specialty yet so choosing the right department in the behemoth of a corporation that was Stark Industries would go a long way for him to get the right job, not that he was looking for a job but, hey, he had a stereotypical Asian parent in the form of Wong who always told him that having a stable job would always be better than being in an unstable industry that paid lots of money.
Slightly illogical but it came from a place of love so he let it slide.
So, after he was done eating or at least trying to eat the slob, he would take a long tour to the Dean's office, where the interview would be held. He was not worried though, his LinkedIn profile was the wet dream of any Engineer. Basically, he had more achievements on his profile at 18, than most people had at 25 or even 30.
While he was subconsciously shoving in the food, he was thinking of the data disks he had taken from all those private military contractor ships as well as SHIELD ships. There was something big happening in SHIELD that led to the data disks on those ships, something that had them hide the damned information behind the strongest freaking secrecy walls he had ever seen in his life, even from the likes of Wakanda though it must be that they hide their important data in an air gapped network and only use internet connection to hack the rest of the world.
He had finally hacked the damned file, only to get a list of serial numbers that led to a bunch of Satellite mapping equipment that had been installed on random shell company satellites launched by Stark Industries, beaming partial packets of data to 11 different ships, spread across the world. They were smart as well, the data was shared between the satellites themselves as well as the ships down below, even if that massively slowed down the data transmission speeds.
It was smart because that meant that without having all the eleven packages, he would not be able to decode the encryption on those files. Despite all his genius, that was beyond his ability. Also, he did not know what Technomany spell the Ancient One had used but the internet connection at Kamar Taj and in the Sanctums did not exist for anyone else trying to trace them.
Taking advantage, no, practically abusing that loophole, he had started his hacking career and had reached the practical top of the Dark Web. Literally, everyone in the top 10 cybercriminal lists of all the major countries of the Five Eyes alliance had tried their hand at cracking his systems yet, to all of their amazement and horror, they simply couldn't find his network, let alone try to breach it.
It was all very hilarious to watch and experience. Using that advantage, he had hacked into SHIELD, the US Military, Pentagon, CIA, and many other three letter agencies who specialised in encryption to finally get the keys necessary to crack the file that led him to those satellites and those ships.
He had the data disks from 9 ships so far, having hit them over the course of the last three months to physically retrieve them and copy all their data. They were locked in a box in a specific place in the Mirror dimension, making them impossible to track.
He just needed to hit the 2 more ships, get their data disks, and complete the puzzle that he had no idea SHIELD was plotting. Realistically, there should be nothing that SHIELD should be doing, especially on this scale, that involves mapping the planet.
Then again, it might be some of their work for the Tesseract, he did not know but he intended to find out, sooner rather than later. He had not made his debut in the criminal underworld like he planned to, simply because he had no time these days, but he had assaulted the ships and with them being ghosts, simply black sites that did not have any physical trace, SHIELD could not exactly publicly retaliate against someone, especially someone about whom they knew nothing about.
Dropping the tray in the tray bin, after having finished his food, he left the cafeteria, the normalness of the students in that place hitting him.
Walking through the campus, he snickered as he remembered what he wore when he performed all those raids.
A giant Orange onesie.
Oh yeah, he freaking Naruto-ed them when it came to being stealthy and using the ninja arts. He cheated, obviously, using discrete portals, his light doors to flash the cameras, and use his enhanced strength to break through everything. Obviously, they had titanium cages all around the disks which were tough to break, even for him.
So, once again, he cheated. Conjuring two doors in front of each other and letting the Kinetic lasers loose from both of them, creating a field of extreme kinetic energy that just punched through the titanium cage bars, leaving the rest red hot from the heat.
During the third time, he noticed that the cages had improved and on that particular ship, since it was much smaller and manned by only a couple of guys, he had time before reinforcements arrived, having knocked out all the guards. So, he did an experiment, he flooded his body with CHI, turning himself into a giant orange glow stick, and held onto the cage bars.
He regretted that immediately because they were very much electrified, as was written in the security specs that he had read before doing the whole thing but had forgotten in the heat of the moment, burning his hands BUT since he was a CHI lighthouse at the moment and he already had enhanced healing, that aspect was hypercharged as his body healed the damage the moment it was done, creating some sort of equilibrium.
He used that moment to bend the titanium cages, succeeding in only two attempts. Taking his hands off the electrified bars was tasking and painful since it did take in parts of his skin with it but he had taken those bars with him when he left that ship so SHIELD should not have any of his DNA at the moment.
That was how he became a superior version of Iron Fist, someone better than him in all aspects, save for maybe hand to hand combat but hey, he only got his ass kicked 8 out of 10 times by Mordo now, sorry, Master Mordo, as the hardass liked to be called, so he was definitely improving and would certainly do much better if he simply had more Time.
Checking the time, he had finally reached the Dean's office. He narrowed his eyes at the security, private security standing outside the Dean's office building, which was odd.
The way they scanned everything, and regularly communicated with each other indicated both paranoia and competency, which were both signs of someone who was constantly under threat, being in that building.
That was….not good.
"Are you Mr.Baxters?" He looked at the assistant from the Dean's office asking him, to which he replied, "Uh, Yeah. I am Colin."
"Perfect! These gentlemen will pat you down before meeting with the Dean and a special guest." She gestured to two absolutely built dudes who immediately began heading toward him.
He immediately backed up a step, "Oh, hey, Whoa! Ahem, since when was that necessary?" He asked in a pointed tone of voice, making the woman wince.
"Ah, I am really sorry, sir, but it is the security protocol for today. I am afraid you will have to get their security clearance." She looked genuine and had the same mannerisms as the woman he met a few times whenever the Dean called him over for a meeting, or he had to meet the Dean to get some exceptions for some rules.
Then again, those could easily be imitated by a Skrull.
Was she a Skrull?
He looked her over once and felt no discrepancy in the situation, even with his enhanced senses. Those guys, while built like a birch house, were all ordinary people, simply incapable of resisting even a single strike from him.
Oh, what the hell. He smiled at the people, "Fine, Sure. I'll go."
"Great!"
Let's see what life has in store for him today.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Fire_Fox
Getting sticky.
- Joined
- Jul 24, 2020
- Messages
- 75
- Likes received
- 693
The use of the words "Green Door" has some very specific meaning in the Marvel universe. Specifically when involving the Hulk or other Gamma Mutates.
Green Door
24 appearance(s) of Green Door 3 minor appearance(s) of Green Door 15 mention(s) of Green Door 13 image(s) of Green Door
Crimson321
Getting sticky.
- Joined
- Sep 4, 2022
- Messages
- 71
- Likes received
- 522
since the mc is basically hacker Jesus, I figured he made an earlier version of discord. Its not the most difficult program to reinvent.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #6
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #6
Dean's Office, UW (short for University of Washington) [January 14, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
After a very thorough patting down that definitely had his eyebrows raising, which also included him surrendering all his meager belongings, like his laptop, he was finally cleared to enter the Dean's office, which was odd, very odd and the people who frisked him did it all professionally, not that he wouldn't have put them on their asses if they'd tried anything.
He could have used his enhanced senses to figure more stuff out but where was the fun in that? So, he did as they told him to and was finally allowed to enter an adjacent conference room, instead of the Dean's office directly.
Putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned to the security detail and mocked sarcastically, "Can I go now or do you guys need to check my underwear too?"
There was a strangled choking noise right as he entered the conference room, coming face to face with….Tony STARK?!
Composed and ready as he was, even he froze for a split second at the sight of the infamous billionaire, current Merchant of Death, just sitting nonchalantly right next to a very stressed out Dean. Still, as shocking as it was to see him right now, it was not much in the grand scheme of things so he schooled his expression and took the seat in front of Tony Stark.
"Dean Stein. Dr.Stark." Greeting them, he took in both of their expressions. Tony was looking mildly interested right now, instead of just looking dazedly at him while using his mobile phone under the desk, and the Dean, Dean Stein just looked stressed out. Poor Man.
"Ahem, Mr. Baxter, let me introduce you to–"
"The kid knows who I am," Tony said as he interrupted the Dean, finally setting his phone down on the table.
"..Ah, yes, of course he does. Now, Colin, the reason–"
"Let's cut to the case shall we, kid?" He smiled internally at the blatant disrespect to the Dean of a prestigious institution, not to mention who was old enough to be Tony's father. Well, it was not his job to humble Tony, no, it was Life's job, and it would almost certainly happen soon enough.
"Yes, Mr.Stark?" He replied, unphased at the whole charade. There must be a reason why someone of Tony's status had come personally to meet him. It was probably his exploits on the Dark Web that caught the eccentric genius' attention, or rather, Jarvis' attention and the manchild just couldn't contain his curiosity to come to meet the person who was the one person who could build better neural net algorithms than the man himself.
He knew there was no way that a human could crack stuff that fast. It had to be Jarvis but at that moment, he had no idea that Stark had left poor innocent Baby Jarvis exposed to the Dark Web.
"Is this you?" Stark slid the Stark phone to his side, showing a profile he had painstakingly built and kept hidden on the Dark Web, something he built on the side to build a reputation and to chase the thrill of cracking new security stuff, at the beginning of his career.
"That seems to be a profile of someone on one of the many leadership boards on the Dark Web. Am I supposed to know this 'WallBreaker_69' that you speak of?"
Ah, the wonders of crude boy humour that was only funny in a group of degenerate teenagers.
Tony looked straight into his eyes, "Right. So you claim to have no idea who that is?"
He shook his head innocently but he had a hunch that he was about to be proven wrong, and the best way to do that would be to look at his code and for that, they would have to crack his security and that was not for the faint of heart, since it used ridiculously advanced hardware and software to hold a tiny amount of data, something that he could afford with all his money, laundered through various countries and organisations, courtesy of Kamar Taj's vast network of favours who were happy to provide all their services when he asked around.
"I see." Tony said and then as if a switch had been flipped, he beamed and pocketed his phone, "Well, sorry to bother you, young man. I just wanted to meet the smartest cookie that this college has produced in a while. Now, I was supposed to give you the whole shtick about working at Stark Industries but I think you will fight right in with the stuff we have. I'll have someone send you the data packet. You'll come work directly under me. Until then, have fun and stay in school, kid."
He watched, amused as the Dean tried to get some manner of control over the situation. A situation that had been railroaded by Stark as he shook Colin's hand and left the room, acting as if he didn't listen to Dean fawning over him, right up until the door slammed into Dean Stein's face.
He sat back down in his seat as Dein Stein slumped and turned around, to look at him grinning like a loon.
"Oh, come off it, Colin. You'd understand if you were in my position."
He raised his hands in mock surrender, "Hey, I didn't say anything. I am sure you have your reasons for kissing–"
"If you finish that sentence, I am going to make sure that you have to do all your assignments in the classroom itself. Do you want me to do that?"
"Hey! Whoa! Where'd that come from? What did I do? It was all him, you were there!" He defended himself or at least tried to.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. That asshole! You know, if he hadn't just given us a 10 million dollar donation, I would–"
"What? 10 Mil? Damn, that's as if he is a billionaire, with no personal value for money. Shocker!"
Dein looked at him, sighed once more, and sat down in front of him.
"Look, Colin, I don't know what he came here to do and if he was satisfied or not, but the administration has high hopes from you, and even if you do end up taking the corporate route, which I don't think will justify your talents, we will support you in any way we wan. I was told that Mr.Stark wanted to meet you but he just handed…you–"
"What?" He asked a touch defensively. The Dean was pretty chill and due to his many exceptions taken from normal schooling, he knew the Dean on a much deeper level than most of the people in the University, so they could both talk freely. The man was an old geezer with an obsession to bring in more money for the University but he was alright.
Not evil, just a product of his environment and the expectations of the society and his job.
"You really are that WallBreaker character, aren't you?"
"Hmm. I don't know. No way to find out, I guess."
"*Sigh* You will lead me to an early grave one day. Just…keep it separate from your public identity."
"I don't know what you are talking about but I'll think about it."
"That's all I can ask for. Now, I know you had your last exam today. A month long break. Where are you going? Bahamas? Hawaii? Switzerland? India? Thailand?"
"Hey, what do you take me for? I don't have that kind of time, to do a global tour."
"Really? And what about the three month long vacation you took, claiming that you were working on a new product feature for TCP/IP protocol that would revolutionise the damned thing, and where do I find you, according to your Social Media?"
"H-Hey! In my defense, I did revolutionise the damned thing but the overhaul required was deemed too much of an effort so the goal was shifted to the next financial year. It works! You know that, the university received confirmation from them, on my behalf!"
Stein got all in his face, "Yes! I did. I was very proud BUT you could have done that here as well, instead of gallivanting around Italy and Europe, posting pictures of food and the countryside on your page. Do you have any idea how many complaints I had to deal with? Complaining about the special privileges you receive and abuse?"
"Alright, I got it. Won't do it the next time I go on a Europe trip!"
"Out! Get out of my office!" He laughed maniacally as he exited the conference room. He quickly snatched his bag out of the assistant's hands and fled the area, laughing all the way.
Ah, it was all so fun. It was nice watching Dean's blood pressure rise in real time.
____xx___
Colin's Bachelor Pad (Earth)
"Ah! Finally…." Colin grunted as he entered his apartment and dumped his backpack and just collapsed into his heavenly bed, without even taking off his shoes, something of a sin back when he used to live with Old Man Wong and that habit was certainly ingrained into his very soul but right now, he just didn't have the energy for that.
Plus, Old Man Wong was not here right now so who cares?
He turned around to lay down on his back, staring at the ceiling where he had engraved, with his own powers, a cool Dragon when he had a little creative phase because he had been very very excited to get his own place that he could actually host parties at!
Alas, that remained only a dream since he did not have any friends in Uni, at least not yet, what with all his concurrent projects advancing at the same time, requiring his attention at all times.
Sometimes, he wished he could make a clone of himself, just like Naruto could but that was a failed direction to work for. It was much better to develop one's mind more to better sustain multiple trains of thought at the same time. His brain was even better. According to the Ancient One, if he tried hard enough to do something, his brain would literally mold itself to accommodate that activity, courtesy of the CHI flowing through his body.
Today had been quite the day, and he had yet another ship to hit tonight, the second last one before he could complete the set and finally figure out exactly what SHIELD had been planning.
With controlled application of his Doors, he blew the shoes off and snuggled deep into the blanket after cranking up the AC. After all, having a cool outer area while being nice and warm in a blankie was THE best way to sleep.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #6
Dean's Office, UW (short for University of Washington) [January 14, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
After a very thorough patting down that definitely had his eyebrows raising, which also included him surrendering all his meager belongings, like his laptop, he was finally cleared to enter the Dean's office, which was odd, very odd and the people who frisked him did it all professionally, not that he wouldn't have put them on their asses if they'd tried anything.
He could have used his enhanced senses to figure more stuff out but where was the fun in that? So, he did as they told him to and was finally allowed to enter an adjacent conference room, instead of the Dean's office directly.
Putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned to the security detail and mocked sarcastically, "Can I go now or do you guys need to check my underwear too?"
There was a strangled choking noise right as he entered the conference room, coming face to face with….Tony STARK?!
Composed and ready as he was, even he froze for a split second at the sight of the infamous billionaire, current Merchant of Death, just sitting nonchalantly right next to a very stressed out Dean. Still, as shocking as it was to see him right now, it was not much in the grand scheme of things so he schooled his expression and took the seat in front of Tony Stark.
"Dean Stein. Dr.Stark." Greeting them, he took in both of their expressions. Tony was looking mildly interested right now, instead of just looking dazedly at him while using his mobile phone under the desk, and the Dean, Dean Stein just looked stressed out. Poor Man.
"Ahem, Mr. Baxter, let me introduce you to–"
"The kid knows who I am," Tony said as he interrupted the Dean, finally setting his phone down on the table.
"..Ah, yes, of course he does. Now, Colin, the reason–"
"Let's cut to the case shall we, kid?" He smiled internally at the blatant disrespect to the Dean of a prestigious institution, not to mention who was old enough to be Tony's father. Well, it was not his job to humble Tony, no, it was Life's job, and it would almost certainly happen soon enough.
"Yes, Mr.Stark?" He replied, unphased at the whole charade. There must be a reason why someone of Tony's status had come personally to meet him. It was probably his exploits on the Dark Web that caught the eccentric genius' attention, or rather, Jarvis' attention and the manchild just couldn't contain his curiosity to come to meet the person who was the one person who could build better neural net algorithms than the man himself.
He knew there was no way that a human could crack stuff that fast. It had to be Jarvis but at that moment, he had no idea that Stark had left poor innocent Baby Jarvis exposed to the Dark Web.
"Is this you?" Stark slid the Stark phone to his side, showing a profile he had painstakingly built and kept hidden on the Dark Web, something he built on the side to build a reputation and to chase the thrill of cracking new security stuff, at the beginning of his career.
"That seems to be a profile of someone on one of the many leadership boards on the Dark Web. Am I supposed to know this 'WallBreaker_69' that you speak of?"
Ah, the wonders of crude boy humour that was only funny in a group of degenerate teenagers.
Tony looked straight into his eyes, "Right. So you claim to have no idea who that is?"
He shook his head innocently but he had a hunch that he was about to be proven wrong, and the best way to do that would be to look at his code and for that, they would have to crack his security and that was not for the faint of heart, since it used ridiculously advanced hardware and software to hold a tiny amount of data, something that he could afford with all his money, laundered through various countries and organisations, courtesy of Kamar Taj's vast network of favours who were happy to provide all their services when he asked around.
"I see." Tony said and then as if a switch had been flipped, he beamed and pocketed his phone, "Well, sorry to bother you, young man. I just wanted to meet the smartest cookie that this college has produced in a while. Now, I was supposed to give you the whole shtick about working at Stark Industries but I think you will fight right in with the stuff we have. I'll have someone send you the data packet. You'll come work directly under me. Until then, have fun and stay in school, kid."
He watched, amused as the Dean tried to get some manner of control over the situation. A situation that had been railroaded by Stark as he shook Colin's hand and left the room, acting as if he didn't listen to Dean fawning over him, right up until the door slammed into Dean Stein's face.
He sat back down in his seat as Dein Stein slumped and turned around, to look at him grinning like a loon.
"Oh, come off it, Colin. You'd understand if you were in my position."
He raised his hands in mock surrender, "Hey, I didn't say anything. I am sure you have your reasons for kissing–"
"If you finish that sentence, I am going to make sure that you have to do all your assignments in the classroom itself. Do you want me to do that?"
"Hey! Whoa! Where'd that come from? What did I do? It was all him, you were there!" He defended himself or at least tried to.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. That asshole! You know, if he hadn't just given us a 10 million dollar donation, I would–"
"What? 10 Mil? Damn, that's as if he is a billionaire, with no personal value for money. Shocker!"
Dein looked at him, sighed once more, and sat down in front of him.
"Look, Colin, I don't know what he came here to do and if he was satisfied or not, but the administration has high hopes from you, and even if you do end up taking the corporate route, which I don't think will justify your talents, we will support you in any way we wan. I was told that Mr.Stark wanted to meet you but he just handed…you–"
"What?" He asked a touch defensively. The Dean was pretty chill and due to his many exceptions taken from normal schooling, he knew the Dean on a much deeper level than most of the people in the University, so they could both talk freely. The man was an old geezer with an obsession to bring in more money for the University but he was alright.
Not evil, just a product of his environment and the expectations of the society and his job.
"You really are that WallBreaker character, aren't you?"
"Hmm. I don't know. No way to find out, I guess."
"*Sigh* You will lead me to an early grave one day. Just…keep it separate from your public identity."
"I don't know what you are talking about but I'll think about it."
"That's all I can ask for. Now, I know you had your last exam today. A month long break. Where are you going? Bahamas? Hawaii? Switzerland? India? Thailand?"
"Hey, what do you take me for? I don't have that kind of time, to do a global tour."
"Really? And what about the three month long vacation you took, claiming that you were working on a new product feature for TCP/IP protocol that would revolutionise the damned thing, and where do I find you, according to your Social Media?"
"H-Hey! In my defense, I did revolutionise the damned thing but the overhaul required was deemed too much of an effort so the goal was shifted to the next financial year. It works! You know that, the university received confirmation from them, on my behalf!"
Stein got all in his face, "Yes! I did. I was very proud BUT you could have done that here as well, instead of gallivanting around Italy and Europe, posting pictures of food and the countryside on your page. Do you have any idea how many complaints I had to deal with? Complaining about the special privileges you receive and abuse?"
"Alright, I got it. Won't do it the next time I go on a Europe trip!"
"Out! Get out of my office!" He laughed maniacally as he exited the conference room. He quickly snatched his bag out of the assistant's hands and fled the area, laughing all the way.
Ah, it was all so fun. It was nice watching Dean's blood pressure rise in real time.
____xx___
Colin's Bachelor Pad (Earth)
"Ah! Finally…." Colin grunted as he entered his apartment and dumped his backpack and just collapsed into his heavenly bed, without even taking off his shoes, something of a sin back when he used to live with Old Man Wong and that habit was certainly ingrained into his very soul but right now, he just didn't have the energy for that.
Plus, Old Man Wong was not here right now so who cares?
He turned around to lay down on his back, staring at the ceiling where he had engraved, with his own powers, a cool Dragon when he had a little creative phase because he had been very very excited to get his own place that he could actually host parties at!
Alas, that remained only a dream since he did not have any friends in Uni, at least not yet, what with all his concurrent projects advancing at the same time, requiring his attention at all times.
Sometimes, he wished he could make a clone of himself, just like Naruto could but that was a failed direction to work for. It was much better to develop one's mind more to better sustain multiple trains of thought at the same time. His brain was even better. According to the Ancient One, if he tried hard enough to do something, his brain would literally mold itself to accommodate that activity, courtesy of the CHI flowing through his body.
Today had been quite the day, and he had yet another ship to hit tonight, the second last one before he could complete the set and finally figure out exactly what SHIELD had been planning.
With controlled application of his Doors, he blew the shoes off and snuggled deep into the blanket after cranking up the AC. After all, having a cool outer area while being nice and warm in a blankie was THE best way to sleep.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #7
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #7
Colin's Earth Bachelor Pad[Midnight, January 15, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
His eyes snapped open as the alarm rang in his apartment, which was pitch dark yet he could see reasonably well, even in that darkness. With practiced ease, he got up and cast multiple illusion spells all around his pad, making sure that no one barged in while he was away on his mission and also to trip a spell he had woven into the building which would alert him when an unfamiliar person would come on the same floor as his apartment, giving him enough time to portal in from wherever he was in the world.
With a snap of his fingers, one of the lockers he had installed in the walls opened up, with the same orange onesie flying out of it, right into his hands.
Naruto would be really proud of him, seeing him perform stealth missions wearing the hideously bright orange hoodie that grew even brighter once he started channeling CHI throughout his body, more so than the usual amount that is.
Seeing the pre-printed picture he had taken of the area in the Pacific Ocean where the private vessel would be at midnight. Barring any anomalies, the location should be similar and if it was changed, then he would just call it a night and come home to investigate more about it because he was not going to go barging in on a heavily armed vessel with incomplete information, superhuman abilities or not.
He did not have his own relic yet, which was a shame. He had cajoled the Cape that would end up choosing Stephen Strange but the damn thing didn't respond to him at all. No other cape, defensive or offensive resonated with his magic which was fine because not all Masters got a relic for themselves and he still had time till he was officially conferred the title of magic but he had still expected something to resonate with his magic, given his status as an otherworlder.
Slipping on his sling ring, he channeled the required dimensional energy and pictured his destination, a thousand feet up in the air. He'd already cast a stealth spell on his body so that radar should not be able to detect him and in the dark of the night, catching his orange glowing onesie should be hard enough.
Waving his hands multiple times, he groaned in frustration as the stupid portal refused to open in the first dozen attempts. At this rate, he would never make an official Master since the exam included fast and reliable portal opening and closing as one of its parameters and as seen, he sucked at it, so so much.
"Finally!" he all but shouted as the portal finally opened up as he dove through the portal lest it close abruptly. The sling ring had a safety feature built into it so that once Master was midway, the ring would take over the energy modulation of the portal so he would be fine once his body entered the portal, otherwise, he ran the risk of slicing himself in half using the event horizon of a portal as a very sharp knife.
The cold air hit his face and he immediately used doors on his entire body to begin the process of reorienting himself mid air. It was very hard, especially with the strong winds at this height but this was not his first time so, with a little bit of effort and more than a little bit of flailing around, he finally stopped his descent and ascended instead.
With two gates on his feet and two on the back and front of his torso constantly emitting low amounts of thrust, he had finally established himself to draw the Binoculars he had hidden inside the onesie. It was surprisingly roomy and had multiple pockets for very useful stuff.
He could only see a couple of lights from this height, so he used his Binoculars to zoom in and… "There it is," He smiled as he saw the ship, using all of its lights as if it was not on a stealth mission.
His lips curved as he realised what it was, "About time they did this," He muttered as he realised they had just set a trap for him, and what a cliche way they had gone about doing this. A blatant way of drawing him in and then, what? Blow up the whole ship.
"Well, this night just turned a whole lot more interesting," He muttered as he stretched his body. It was always nice to do that before a heavy workout, despite CHI removing all those pesky side effects anyway.
He should be too small for radar but taking that risk did not seem right with him, and this was way too early in the grand scheme of things for him to expose his powers to SHIELD of all people. So, stealthy entry game it was.
OR, he could just turn around and leave, letting them fester while he hacked into SHIELD's databases again and found out where the last two ships were. Chances were that it was all hidden now but that was a much better shot than continuing with this obvious trap.
Alas, he was a teenager now and we were a rather hot headed breed of humans.
He dropped the air propulsion keeping him up and let himself drop, straight into the ocean below. He was reasonably certain that he would not be eaten up by some shark or whale before he reached that ship. Imagine how sad it would be for him to die to marine life before even setting his eyes on any Chitauri let alone the master of the Chitauri.
The winds buffeted his body as he was whisked around before the ocean water finally came so close that he opened a door of pressurised air and removed the surface tension of the water, otherwise, it would have been like hitting a concrete floor at that speed.
Closing his mouth and letting CHI run through his body, letting it act as a substitute for oxygen, multiple doors opened all around his body, letting loose small jets of pressurised air, propelling him forward in multiple directions before he got the hang of doing it right.
Having memorised the last location of the ship, he dove in deep and then activated the pressurised air jets on his feet, shooting him forward into the ocean like a rocket.
Grinning as he saw the water part around his form, he increased the flow of air around the jets, propelling him even further, with the water rippling over his form, his eyes catching the water patterns with ease.
With a thought, his entire form was jerked upwards as he shot out of the ocean and grinned as he saw the ship only a little bit further away. Underwater once more, he shot towards the ship once again, slowing down this time since he didn't want to be chopped by the ship's propeller blades.
Swimming using a single door which was expelling a small amount of air, he swam very close to the surface of the water, getting closer and closer as the lights began getting bright.
Checking once more that his spell was active, he jumped using an air boost and latched onto the ship using his hands. Slowly, he climbed the ship and came on the deck, after getting all the water off his body Using Air Doors.
Walking silently, he walked the entire length of the deck of the ship, which was very small, barely 10m long as he waited for the door to open up. The stealth spell worked on cloaking his heat signature as well as bent the light around his form, turning him mostly invisible.
Obviously, any overt movement would break the spell but that was not what he was here for.
He waited behind one of the many crates on the deck for well over 10 minutes before giving up on the patient approach. Manifesting an air Door on the other end of the deck, he let loose a shockwave that pushed all the craters away towards the door of the ship.
That, predictably, raised alarms as he saw red lights blaring with sirens going off around him. He crouched behind the closest crate and waited for the door to open. They opened and what seemed like a small army poured out of the doors, holding on to Military level gear and weaponry.
A bead of sweat ran down his face at the realisation that maybe, just maybe he might have jumped the gun here. Then again, that was only if he had to fight these people. Last resort, he could just torch this entire place with fire and leave unscathed, if only with his pride injured since he didn't want to touch his more esoteric offensive abilities against only a bunch of non enhanced but armed people.
Timing it just right, he speed walked into the door, only to freeze as he saw yet another squad of armed soldiers just waiting for something to come through the door. He gulped at their scopes being pointed straight at the door.
A spike of fear had him going so slow, through the center of the doorway and turning right, as he saw a heavy armed presence on the walkway turning left. His heart hammered in his chest as he walked while keeping close attention towards his surroundings.
His heart sank as he saw the door closed and more importantly, his heart sank as he realised that it was a trap. He could sense the slight movement of people behind that door, and movement behind him as well.
The entire ship was just teeming with heavily armed mercenaries or soldiers that were more than willing to fill his body with lead. Welp, time to term this mission as a failure, he thought to himself as he turned around, ready to head out the same way he came in, only to freeze as the doors began closing behind him.
He tried to run as fast as he could but the door closed right on his face. He could have used the lasers and burst out of here, killing a few in the process but without a concrete way of knowing who was just doing his job and who was loyal HYDRA, he will not go around just killing anyone standing in his way.
Exposing the portal spell to them was out of the question. He might as well display super strength before he would display portals. The only problem was, he didn't want to display that as well.
Still, this confirmed one thing for him. It was something very, very important to SHIELD, whatever data he had been stealing, otherwise, this level of force was not warranted against a thief, no matter how classified the data might be, considering that the data could not even be opened without having all the pieces.
His gaze snapped to the door as it creaked, before opening once more. He smiled and was about to roll out but the smile became stiff when he saw who was on the other end of the door.
Clint freaking Barton, with his signature Bow and Arrow was standing in the middle of the door, with the arrow aimed straight at him. He smartly sidestepped and almost sighed in relief when he saw the tip of the arrow not following him.
From both the sides of Clint, a veritable army of men flooded the small hallway and he sighed in resignation as he realised exactly what was happening.
They had somehow figured out that he was invisibly entering their strongholds and had devised this strategy to box him in.
As expected of Clint, the agent with the highest case closing rate in all of SHIELD.
Well, this should be fun…….
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #7
Colin's Earth Bachelor Pad[Midnight, January 15, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
His eyes snapped open as the alarm rang in his apartment, which was pitch dark yet he could see reasonably well, even in that darkness. With practiced ease, he got up and cast multiple illusion spells all around his pad, making sure that no one barged in while he was away on his mission and also to trip a spell he had woven into the building which would alert him when an unfamiliar person would come on the same floor as his apartment, giving him enough time to portal in from wherever he was in the world.
With a snap of his fingers, one of the lockers he had installed in the walls opened up, with the same orange onesie flying out of it, right into his hands.
Naruto would be really proud of him, seeing him perform stealth missions wearing the hideously bright orange hoodie that grew even brighter once he started channeling CHI throughout his body, more so than the usual amount that is.
Seeing the pre-printed picture he had taken of the area in the Pacific Ocean where the private vessel would be at midnight. Barring any anomalies, the location should be similar and if it was changed, then he would just call it a night and come home to investigate more about it because he was not going to go barging in on a heavily armed vessel with incomplete information, superhuman abilities or not.
He did not have his own relic yet, which was a shame. He had cajoled the Cape that would end up choosing Stephen Strange but the damn thing didn't respond to him at all. No other cape, defensive or offensive resonated with his magic which was fine because not all Masters got a relic for themselves and he still had time till he was officially conferred the title of magic but he had still expected something to resonate with his magic, given his status as an otherworlder.
Slipping on his sling ring, he channeled the required dimensional energy and pictured his destination, a thousand feet up in the air. He'd already cast a stealth spell on his body so that radar should not be able to detect him and in the dark of the night, catching his orange glowing onesie should be hard enough.
Waving his hands multiple times, he groaned in frustration as the stupid portal refused to open in the first dozen attempts. At this rate, he would never make an official Master since the exam included fast and reliable portal opening and closing as one of its parameters and as seen, he sucked at it, so so much.
"Finally!" he all but shouted as the portal finally opened up as he dove through the portal lest it close abruptly. The sling ring had a safety feature built into it so that once Master was midway, the ring would take over the energy modulation of the portal so he would be fine once his body entered the portal, otherwise, he ran the risk of slicing himself in half using the event horizon of a portal as a very sharp knife.
The cold air hit his face and he immediately used doors on his entire body to begin the process of reorienting himself mid air. It was very hard, especially with the strong winds at this height but this was not his first time so, with a little bit of effort and more than a little bit of flailing around, he finally stopped his descent and ascended instead.
With two gates on his feet and two on the back and front of his torso constantly emitting low amounts of thrust, he had finally established himself to draw the Binoculars he had hidden inside the onesie. It was surprisingly roomy and had multiple pockets for very useful stuff.
He could only see a couple of lights from this height, so he used his Binoculars to zoom in and… "There it is," He smiled as he saw the ship, using all of its lights as if it was not on a stealth mission.
His lips curved as he realised what it was, "About time they did this," He muttered as he realised they had just set a trap for him, and what a cliche way they had gone about doing this. A blatant way of drawing him in and then, what? Blow up the whole ship.
"Well, this night just turned a whole lot more interesting," He muttered as he stretched his body. It was always nice to do that before a heavy workout, despite CHI removing all those pesky side effects anyway.
He should be too small for radar but taking that risk did not seem right with him, and this was way too early in the grand scheme of things for him to expose his powers to SHIELD of all people. So, stealthy entry game it was.
OR, he could just turn around and leave, letting them fester while he hacked into SHIELD's databases again and found out where the last two ships were. Chances were that it was all hidden now but that was a much better shot than continuing with this obvious trap.
Alas, he was a teenager now and we were a rather hot headed breed of humans.
He dropped the air propulsion keeping him up and let himself drop, straight into the ocean below. He was reasonably certain that he would not be eaten up by some shark or whale before he reached that ship. Imagine how sad it would be for him to die to marine life before even setting his eyes on any Chitauri let alone the master of the Chitauri.
The winds buffeted his body as he was whisked around before the ocean water finally came so close that he opened a door of pressurised air and removed the surface tension of the water, otherwise, it would have been like hitting a concrete floor at that speed.
Closing his mouth and letting CHI run through his body, letting it act as a substitute for oxygen, multiple doors opened all around his body, letting loose small jets of pressurised air, propelling him forward in multiple directions before he got the hang of doing it right.
Having memorised the last location of the ship, he dove in deep and then activated the pressurised air jets on his feet, shooting him forward into the ocean like a rocket.
Grinning as he saw the water part around his form, he increased the flow of air around the jets, propelling him even further, with the water rippling over his form, his eyes catching the water patterns with ease.
With a thought, his entire form was jerked upwards as he shot out of the ocean and grinned as he saw the ship only a little bit further away. Underwater once more, he shot towards the ship once again, slowing down this time since he didn't want to be chopped by the ship's propeller blades.
Swimming using a single door which was expelling a small amount of air, he swam very close to the surface of the water, getting closer and closer as the lights began getting bright.
Checking once more that his spell was active, he jumped using an air boost and latched onto the ship using his hands. Slowly, he climbed the ship and came on the deck, after getting all the water off his body Using Air Doors.
Walking silently, he walked the entire length of the deck of the ship, which was very small, barely 10m long as he waited for the door to open up. The stealth spell worked on cloaking his heat signature as well as bent the light around his form, turning him mostly invisible.
Obviously, any overt movement would break the spell but that was not what he was here for.
He waited behind one of the many crates on the deck for well over 10 minutes before giving up on the patient approach. Manifesting an air Door on the other end of the deck, he let loose a shockwave that pushed all the craters away towards the door of the ship.
That, predictably, raised alarms as he saw red lights blaring with sirens going off around him. He crouched behind the closest crate and waited for the door to open. They opened and what seemed like a small army poured out of the doors, holding on to Military level gear and weaponry.
A bead of sweat ran down his face at the realisation that maybe, just maybe he might have jumped the gun here. Then again, that was only if he had to fight these people. Last resort, he could just torch this entire place with fire and leave unscathed, if only with his pride injured since he didn't want to touch his more esoteric offensive abilities against only a bunch of non enhanced but armed people.
Timing it just right, he speed walked into the door, only to freeze as he saw yet another squad of armed soldiers just waiting for something to come through the door. He gulped at their scopes being pointed straight at the door.
A spike of fear had him going so slow, through the center of the doorway and turning right, as he saw a heavy armed presence on the walkway turning left. His heart hammered in his chest as he walked while keeping close attention towards his surroundings.
His heart sank as he saw the door closed and more importantly, his heart sank as he realised that it was a trap. He could sense the slight movement of people behind that door, and movement behind him as well.
The entire ship was just teeming with heavily armed mercenaries or soldiers that were more than willing to fill his body with lead. Welp, time to term this mission as a failure, he thought to himself as he turned around, ready to head out the same way he came in, only to freeze as the doors began closing behind him.
He tried to run as fast as he could but the door closed right on his face. He could have used the lasers and burst out of here, killing a few in the process but without a concrete way of knowing who was just doing his job and who was loyal HYDRA, he will not go around just killing anyone standing in his way.
Exposing the portal spell to them was out of the question. He might as well display super strength before he would display portals. The only problem was, he didn't want to display that as well.
Still, this confirmed one thing for him. It was something very, very important to SHIELD, whatever data he had been stealing, otherwise, this level of force was not warranted against a thief, no matter how classified the data might be, considering that the data could not even be opened without having all the pieces.
His gaze snapped to the door as it creaked, before opening once more. He smiled and was about to roll out but the smile became stiff when he saw who was on the other end of the door.
Clint freaking Barton, with his signature Bow and Arrow was standing in the middle of the door, with the arrow aimed straight at him. He smartly sidestepped and almost sighed in relief when he saw the tip of the arrow not following him.
From both the sides of Clint, a veritable army of men flooded the small hallway and he sighed in resignation as he realised exactly what was happening.
They had somehow figured out that he was invisibly entering their strongholds and had devised this strategy to box him in.
As expected of Clint, the agent with the highest case closing rate in all of SHIELD.
Well, this should be fun…….
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Lord of the First Flame
So many timelines, so little time
- Joined
- Apr 13, 2015
- Messages
- 2,530
- Likes received
- 27,923
It would be hilarious if you hid from them by hiding in a box.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #8
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #8
Aboard the Starliner, Pacific Ocean [Midnight, January 15, 2008]
–Clint Barton–
When he was first assigned this mission, he thought it was a joke. But then he sobered up, seeing that the file was handed to him by Director Fury himself, in his office. Burying the joke about the orange onesie deep in his mind, he began shuffling through the entire case file they had on their mystery assailant, who was targeting classified ships collecting classified information, the source of which was a hack they had only just discovered after finding out that three classified locations had been hit successively.
The only thing that SHIELD knew was that it was a male, highly skilled, very much enhanced, and capable of slipping past all the sensory technology that the world had, all at the same time and all in the same person.
The fact that they did all of this while wearing a bright orange onesie meant that their thief was a troll as well, a feeling he knew all too well. Still, something told him back then that any attempt at any humour in front of the irate Director would fall flat anyway so he kept his mouth shut and requested some time to come up with a strategy.
He was given all the clearances he would need and was basically told that he had to bring his person in: Dead or Alive. Now, the Dead or Alive part came from Secretary Pierce, above the Director even because he was pretty sure that the Director would love to have someone like that on his payroll but since he was not sure how to respond at that moment, he confirmed to Secretary Pierce that he would try his best.
The plan was basic but had a high probability of working. The trolling of the thief suggested an age on the younger side but the training meant that they were probably young in mind and heart since just the abilities alone would not have allowed them to do what they did, which was hitting nine classified ships and taking their data disks, all by themselves.
Hell, the only reason SHIELD even knew that they wore an orange onesie and their rough dimensions was because they chose to appear on camera. On every ship, once they had completed their task, be it knocking out every single operative or stealing the data disks from their safe enclosure, they purposely found a camera and posed in front of that camera with that hideous orange onesie that glowed in the dark, further cementing his theory that they were young, at least in mind.
So, they set up a trap. A working one, since the ship actually was recording the data and saving it in the data disk which was safely enclosed in a titanium box right next to the engine, which was notoriously hard to get to.
Hundreds of operatives flood the ship or all chambers to see if they can find the invisible person. The analysts also think they could be intangible but if that were the case, they would not have had to break apart the titanium cases to steal the data disks and also would not have dodged any and all gunfire heading their way, according to the testimonies they recorded from the operatives.
Multiple testimonies confirmed that the orange guy was not bulletproof but capable of breaking apart steel, something of an oddity since it was common consensus within the Analysts' staff, that once someone got strong enough to outright break steel or metal, they gained proportional durability simply due to the density of the muscles required for that feat of strength.
So, there he was, on the ship, alert since it had already struck midnight and all the raids occurred around the same time.
And then it happened. He had radar scanning every single thing around them, ordered to alert him should even a small human sized person enter their range but he heard nothing from them. He smiled as he heard a crash on the deck, likely one of the many crates they had purposely left on the deck so their mystery thief could use them to create a distraction.
After that, everything went as planned. The ship was small, purposefully chosen to divide the entire hallways into smaller sections. The plan was to show a bit of the force and then corral the thief into the less fortified areas and coincidentally, into the areas which could house the data disks. Then, they cleared the locked down chambers, one by one, not by sight, not by motion or heat sensors but by a pure old tactic known as overcrowding.
The purpose was to fill a room with all of the agents, suffocating the space so much so that it would be impossible for a person to hide. For that, the roof was lowered as well, making sure that the area they needed to cover was reduced.
Judging the time to be enough, he gave the orders for all the chamber doors to be sealed shut, trapping anyone who was inside at the moment. Clearing them one by one, they finally came across the third chamber.
"Open it up," He spoke on the radio and tensed with his bow and arrow ready, as did all the other agents as they expected something to happen. Nothing happened when the door opened fully, but he didn't let his guard down, even as two flights of soldiers began flooding the chamber.
He kept an eye out for any minute disturbances since no form of invisibility was perfect, even if it was an enhanced power, everything had weaknesses. He stood at the entrance, making sure that no space was left empty when he saw it, a slight shimmering right in front of him.
Trusting his instincts, he instantly let the arrow loose, smiling slightly as it was stopped mid air as the glowing orange form of their mystery thief was revealed. A skull mask on his face, and an air of finality around the man.
"Got you," He muttered as dozens of guns were aimed at the now revealed man. He crushed the arrow in his grip, which was expected since the man could reportedly bend steel but it put things into perspective since his arrows were custom made, very strong in all aspects.
"Surrender! You are surrounded by SHIELD! By US Law, you are committing treason. Come quietly and we might be able to–" He dove for cover as the sound of bullets being fired filled the chamber, as the man ducked and punched the ground, instantly caving the entire floor.
He didn't know how but there was a huge shockwave in the aftermath that ragdolled everyone in the chambers. He heard bones breaking as he winced at the particularly rough landing.
Getting up immediately, he notched his arrow as he looked down the hole and saw a hole heading straight down two floors, stopping at the engine room. "Flood the entire ship. Be careful, the intruder has super strength. I repeat the intruder has—"
HE stopped mid warning as a mocking voice filled the entire ship, "You'll never catch me alive, copper!"
Against his will, a smile formed on his face as he jumped down the hole after creating a makeshift ropeway for himself using one of his utility arrows. Apparently, their thief was a troll and had taste.
He ran in the one direction the hallway led to and found a staircase that led straight up, with its lid open.
He hoisted his bow behind him and began climbing and yelped as the entire staircase detached from the top, with the manhole cover closing in.
"~Too Late~!" In a singsong voice, the mocking was clearly heard all around him somehow, as he, once again, landed roughly, barely managing to move himself out of the way of the heavy metal staircase crashing on the ground.
Okay, this was getting a little annoying now, "Everyone! Get to the engine bay! Create a human blockade around the engine room. I repeat–"
Was all he could get in before the lights flickered before only the red emergency lights flickered on.
His radio crackled to life, "The engine is down. I repeat, the engine is down. Schakowsky is unresponsive. I repeat, Agent Sho–" He cursed as he ran all the way back and began climbing up using the same rope with which he had come down.
If the engine room was breached, then the probability of the data disks being taken had also increased. Then again, he still had the final trap left. He didn't want to use it, just in case it injured the bastard but after seeing his actions, that bomb might just give him light to medium injuries, that's all.
Pressing a button on his belt, he ran towards the engine bay with all his might, smiling slightly as a dull boom was felt across the entire ship, making the lights go out for a moment before they returned.
"Quarantine the engine bay. I repeat, do NOT go in. I repeat–" He ordered everyone before reaching the Engine bay, bruised from the multiple rough landings.
Damn, he was getting too old for some of this shit.
The Engine Bay door was locked down, with no impact on it.
"On my mark," He said before pushing the emergency open button and storming the place.
"GO! GO! GO!" People screamed as they began looking for the thief. He, meanwhile, headed straight to the place he knew the data disks were held. With practised precision, he fired an arrow straight at the place he knew the data disks would be, his arrow flying through thin air before embedding itself into the wall.
Blinking through the smoke, lights flooded the area from the agents behind him as he began looking for the thief, who should hopefully be bruised or atleast dazed from the explosion.
Instead, "You've got to be shitting me…" He muttered as he saw where his arrow had landed.
Right on top of the word TRY. In Red ink, in big bold letters, it was written NICE TRY on the wall, right next to a human sized hole in the hull.
Well, this was a failure.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #8
Aboard the Starliner, Pacific Ocean [Midnight, January 15, 2008]
–Clint Barton–
When he was first assigned this mission, he thought it was a joke. But then he sobered up, seeing that the file was handed to him by Director Fury himself, in his office. Burying the joke about the orange onesie deep in his mind, he began shuffling through the entire case file they had on their mystery assailant, who was targeting classified ships collecting classified information, the source of which was a hack they had only just discovered after finding out that three classified locations had been hit successively.
The only thing that SHIELD knew was that it was a male, highly skilled, very much enhanced, and capable of slipping past all the sensory technology that the world had, all at the same time and all in the same person.
The fact that they did all of this while wearing a bright orange onesie meant that their thief was a troll as well, a feeling he knew all too well. Still, something told him back then that any attempt at any humour in front of the irate Director would fall flat anyway so he kept his mouth shut and requested some time to come up with a strategy.
He was given all the clearances he would need and was basically told that he had to bring his person in: Dead or Alive. Now, the Dead or Alive part came from Secretary Pierce, above the Director even because he was pretty sure that the Director would love to have someone like that on his payroll but since he was not sure how to respond at that moment, he confirmed to Secretary Pierce that he would try his best.
The plan was basic but had a high probability of working. The trolling of the thief suggested an age on the younger side but the training meant that they were probably young in mind and heart since just the abilities alone would not have allowed them to do what they did, which was hitting nine classified ships and taking their data disks, all by themselves.
Hell, the only reason SHIELD even knew that they wore an orange onesie and their rough dimensions was because they chose to appear on camera. On every ship, once they had completed their task, be it knocking out every single operative or stealing the data disks from their safe enclosure, they purposely found a camera and posed in front of that camera with that hideous orange onesie that glowed in the dark, further cementing his theory that they were young, at least in mind.
So, they set up a trap. A working one, since the ship actually was recording the data and saving it in the data disk which was safely enclosed in a titanium box right next to the engine, which was notoriously hard to get to.
Hundreds of operatives flood the ship or all chambers to see if they can find the invisible person. The analysts also think they could be intangible but if that were the case, they would not have had to break apart the titanium cases to steal the data disks and also would not have dodged any and all gunfire heading their way, according to the testimonies they recorded from the operatives.
Multiple testimonies confirmed that the orange guy was not bulletproof but capable of breaking apart steel, something of an oddity since it was common consensus within the Analysts' staff, that once someone got strong enough to outright break steel or metal, they gained proportional durability simply due to the density of the muscles required for that feat of strength.
So, there he was, on the ship, alert since it had already struck midnight and all the raids occurred around the same time.
And then it happened. He had radar scanning every single thing around them, ordered to alert him should even a small human sized person enter their range but he heard nothing from them. He smiled as he heard a crash on the deck, likely one of the many crates they had purposely left on the deck so their mystery thief could use them to create a distraction.
After that, everything went as planned. The ship was small, purposefully chosen to divide the entire hallways into smaller sections. The plan was to show a bit of the force and then corral the thief into the less fortified areas and coincidentally, into the areas which could house the data disks. Then, they cleared the locked down chambers, one by one, not by sight, not by motion or heat sensors but by a pure old tactic known as overcrowding.
The purpose was to fill a room with all of the agents, suffocating the space so much so that it would be impossible for a person to hide. For that, the roof was lowered as well, making sure that the area they needed to cover was reduced.
Judging the time to be enough, he gave the orders for all the chamber doors to be sealed shut, trapping anyone who was inside at the moment. Clearing them one by one, they finally came across the third chamber.
"Open it up," He spoke on the radio and tensed with his bow and arrow ready, as did all the other agents as they expected something to happen. Nothing happened when the door opened fully, but he didn't let his guard down, even as two flights of soldiers began flooding the chamber.
He kept an eye out for any minute disturbances since no form of invisibility was perfect, even if it was an enhanced power, everything had weaknesses. He stood at the entrance, making sure that no space was left empty when he saw it, a slight shimmering right in front of him.
Trusting his instincts, he instantly let the arrow loose, smiling slightly as it was stopped mid air as the glowing orange form of their mystery thief was revealed. A skull mask on his face, and an air of finality around the man.
"Got you," He muttered as dozens of guns were aimed at the now revealed man. He crushed the arrow in his grip, which was expected since the man could reportedly bend steel but it put things into perspective since his arrows were custom made, very strong in all aspects.
"Surrender! You are surrounded by SHIELD! By US Law, you are committing treason. Come quietly and we might be able to–" He dove for cover as the sound of bullets being fired filled the chamber, as the man ducked and punched the ground, instantly caving the entire floor.
He didn't know how but there was a huge shockwave in the aftermath that ragdolled everyone in the chambers. He heard bones breaking as he winced at the particularly rough landing.
Getting up immediately, he notched his arrow as he looked down the hole and saw a hole heading straight down two floors, stopping at the engine room. "Flood the entire ship. Be careful, the intruder has super strength. I repeat the intruder has—"
HE stopped mid warning as a mocking voice filled the entire ship, "You'll never catch me alive, copper!"
Against his will, a smile formed on his face as he jumped down the hole after creating a makeshift ropeway for himself using one of his utility arrows. Apparently, their thief was a troll and had taste.
He ran in the one direction the hallway led to and found a staircase that led straight up, with its lid open.
He hoisted his bow behind him and began climbing and yelped as the entire staircase detached from the top, with the manhole cover closing in.
"~Too Late~!" In a singsong voice, the mocking was clearly heard all around him somehow, as he, once again, landed roughly, barely managing to move himself out of the way of the heavy metal staircase crashing on the ground.
Okay, this was getting a little annoying now, "Everyone! Get to the engine bay! Create a human blockade around the engine room. I repeat–"
Was all he could get in before the lights flickered before only the red emergency lights flickered on.
His radio crackled to life, "The engine is down. I repeat, the engine is down. Schakowsky is unresponsive. I repeat, Agent Sho–" He cursed as he ran all the way back and began climbing up using the same rope with which he had come down.
If the engine room was breached, then the probability of the data disks being taken had also increased. Then again, he still had the final trap left. He didn't want to use it, just in case it injured the bastard but after seeing his actions, that bomb might just give him light to medium injuries, that's all.
Pressing a button on his belt, he ran towards the engine bay with all his might, smiling slightly as a dull boom was felt across the entire ship, making the lights go out for a moment before they returned.
"Quarantine the engine bay. I repeat, do NOT go in. I repeat–" He ordered everyone before reaching the Engine bay, bruised from the multiple rough landings.
Damn, he was getting too old for some of this shit.
The Engine Bay door was locked down, with no impact on it.
"On my mark," He said before pushing the emergency open button and storming the place.
"GO! GO! GO!" People screamed as they began looking for the thief. He, meanwhile, headed straight to the place he knew the data disks were held. With practised precision, he fired an arrow straight at the place he knew the data disks would be, his arrow flying through thin air before embedding itself into the wall.
Blinking through the smoke, lights flooded the area from the agents behind him as he began looking for the thief, who should hopefully be bruised or atleast dazed from the explosion.
Instead, "You've got to be shitting me…" He muttered as he saw where his arrow had landed.
Right on top of the word TRY. In Red ink, in big bold letters, it was written NICE TRY on the wall, right next to a human sized hole in the hull.
Well, this was a failure.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #9
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #9
Red Hearth [January 15, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Phew, that was close. He cast a cleaning spell on himself, casting away all the soot and stuff, before he looked at the walls of the portal room. A room created specifically for people to portal into, since this was the only place that didn't have the anti spatial manipulation wards he had woven into the entire structure of his home.
As expected, the walls in front of him slid open, revealing giant glowing balls of red and purple, ready to blast away any intruder that dared to invade his home. The glowing balls were pretty much forbidden spells, made from the essence of a mass genocide of demons, instilled with multiple spells, so as to make a ball of pure destruction that, if failing in destroying the target, would poison and curse them with high level spells, pretty much guaranteeing the death of anyone below the level of Wong.
Sighing as the walls slid back down after confirming, on a Quantum level, that it was Colin Baxter and not a clone, or someone possessing his real body, or even a time travelling version of himself. He really had gone overboard with the security of this place but hey, if the Ancient One was offering a wardstone that had pretty much unlimited energy and would last for years, who was he to decline overkill protection for what was his home in this reality?
After all, it is not paranoia if they really are out to get you. He learned that from watching Moody and Fury, both one eyed paranoid sons of bitches that always survived.
Choosing not to switch into his clean clothes, he trudged towards the small freshening up station he had built just outside the portal room. As he neared the door of the portal room, multiple vigils, which were runes from different languages, flashed before the door opened and then the same thing happened when it closed, essentially, opening and closing a pocket dimension that had been anchored to the Wardstone buried deep beneath the Red Hearth, right below the chambers of Jin'Ya, the de facto protector of his home, and when the time comes, Jin'Ya will be the most fearsome protector in the Nine Realms.
The dude was a monster, and it was only a matter of time before he got to witness the old fuck in all of his glory. Sighing in relief as hot water began cascading down his body, he thought of what would happen should someone succeed in getting past the protections in the portal room.
He giggled a bit at the possibility, even though it was small, so much so that he was tempted to invite some Demon Prince through the portal room, only to watch Jin'Ya wreak havoc on the poor demon.
Oh, well. That was going to be impossible since Jin'Ya was a master of psionic manipulation and would read the mind of the demon instantly and then, it would not be fun for Colin Baxter anymore.
"Decontamination procedure, complete." The computer said out loud as his entire body was bathed in high concentration UV, just to get rid of any germs he might have brought from Earth and considering that he was just swimming in the Earth's oceans which were increasingly being treated as Earth's common sewers, he might just have some new bacteria, viruses or germs on him.
Wincing in discomfort as the CHI flowing through his body rushed to the injured spots and began healing the burns, stretching his skin in the most uncomfortable ways, he waited a few seconds before heading out of the UV chamber. The UV chamber, while decontaminating him, was also moving, so he stepped out into the living room, a shared space between him and Jin'Ya, who was nowhere to be seen.
That was odd.
He expanded his senses and connected to the ward scheme of Red Hearth, and let out a creepy smirk as he realised where Jin'Ya was and what he was probably doing.
"Hehehe," He laughed as he began tiptoeing back to the elevator, making sure to mask his energy signature while doing so. Wouldn't want to tip off old man Jin'Ya, who still couldn't let go of his romance even after being a gazillion years old.
The elevator tinged as he reached the conference room, an area laid down with the most advanced communication arrays of magical, psionic, and technological connections, allowing for communication almost anywhere. They were in the process of setting up another room, where they would use the Warp Gates to communicate throughout the wider space, after they had pilfered any spaceship that was unfortunate enough to get stuck in their net.
So far, none had taken the bait and it was unwise to disturb Titan, once home of Thanos lest they invite the calamity far before than scheduled.
Sure, he gave the Ancient One and all the people he could rally, about a 50% chance of defeating Thanos without the Stones, especially since they would have two on their sides, but the chances of decimating Thanos' forces while injuring the Titan to such an extent that even fighting a Kylosian (Drax's species) would be all but a death sentence for him. But still, it was much better to avoid that possibility altogether.
Now, he was headed to the psionic wing of the conference room, the one used predominantly by Jin'Ya, mainly because he was the only one skilled enough to actually operate it since it was a completely manual machine with no machine interference whatsoever.
According to the Ancient One, this served as yet another line of defense in their communications network because the only ones capable of operating their network were dragons who had spent who knows how many years in the Astral Realm, soaking up psionic energy and becoming masters at manipulating it.
"Hehe…" He giggled as he came closer to the room that Jin'Ya was currently using and it was becoming increasingly harder to control his laughter, and therefore, his energy suppression because this was it, this was the moment he was going to remind Jin'Ya for the rest of his humane life, since Jin'Ya, the old fuck was immortal and was not going to bite the dust anytime soon.
Just as his hand touched the door knob, a dark aura assaulted his being as he was flung back from his body–No, his Astral Form was flung back out of his body, with his body falling slack in slow motion.
He looked down and saw the Door that continued to pump CHI throughout his body right above his chest. Huh, so they carried over in Astral Form as well, something that he had not dared experiment with because who knew what could happen with the doors he had attached to his very soul. He didn't want to risk becoming a vegetable and so, that part of his training was omitted as well.
You know, he could actually understand the position of all the other Masters who were so opposed to him actually getting the title of Master because firstly, his portals were abysmal, and secondly, he didn't even know how to draw out his Astral Form, hence the huge back and forth about getting a new spell from him peer reviewed and certified to officially confer him the title of Master.
Ignoring that for a moment, he pointed above the conference room and screamed hysterically, "What the fuck is that?!!!"
Right above the conference room, at last in the Astral Realm, there was a giant void, that had far too many eyes and tongues than he was comfortable with, and the most gross thing of all, there was a tongue, coming from inside the room and heading into the void.
"Ewww!" He screamed as he tried to float back and realised that he couldn't do that. In that moment of bumbling panic, he called upon his CHI and flooded his soul with it, trying to break free of the hold, searing away the translucent waves around him.
He smiled as it seemed to be doing something but apparently, that was not how it worked because the next moment, he blacked out.
……
…..
"Ugh! What hit me?" he groaned as he flopped off the chair he was sitting on. With Bleary eyes, he looked up and saw the floating form of Jin'ya looking down at him, and in a mighty pissed way too!
"You! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you become a beacon of CHI in the fucking Astral Realm? Do you have a death wish?!" Jin'Ya screamed at him as the entire room shook from his anger.
Even in the dazed state that he was in, a chill ran down his spine as he realised what he had done.
"Oh god," He muttered as he looked around and checked his body and then closed his eyes, going straight for his mind to check if—
Bonk!
"Don't bother. Your soul is whole. You were lucky I was here, you idiot!" Jin'Ya bonked him psionically and told him.
He sighed in extreme relief. How could he have forgotten that the Astral Realm was filled with ancient soul sucking monsters who would love nothing more than to have a life filled, unlimited CHI providing soul such as himself?
His shoulders sagged as he lay down on the floor, thinking of what his stupid curiosity and a little prank could have led to. He should have just left Jin'Ya alone but he was just fresh off from a defeat and wanted something to stave off his boredom long enough for him to regain the motivation required to find the two remaining puzzles of the data.
Then, his eyes snapped open as he sat upright. He pointed at Jin'Ya, "Hey! It was your fault at first! Why did you push me out of my body? You knew that it was a danger, the Ancient One said so. How could you put me in such a position? Do you have any idea how scared I was when I saw the whole and the tongues and the–Oh god, the eyes!"
He all but screamed at the being older than civilization itself as he got off from the high of being saved.
Jin'Ya looked increasingly embarrassed before, with a hmph, he disappeared from the spot.
"Oh yeah! That's real mature of you! As expected of an old fuck. Run from your mistakes, why don't you!" He shouted with magic enhancing his voice, making sure that his voice reached the entire Red hearth, top to bottom.
Thank god, the floors where he planned to build habitats for animals and other rare species were not yet populated. Otherwise, those poor creatures would have been subjected to his magic enhanced rant as well.
Word Count - 1850
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #9
Red Hearth [January 15, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Phew, that was close. He cast a cleaning spell on himself, casting away all the soot and stuff, before he looked at the walls of the portal room. A room created specifically for people to portal into, since this was the only place that didn't have the anti spatial manipulation wards he had woven into the entire structure of his home.
As expected, the walls in front of him slid open, revealing giant glowing balls of red and purple, ready to blast away any intruder that dared to invade his home. The glowing balls were pretty much forbidden spells, made from the essence of a mass genocide of demons, instilled with multiple spells, so as to make a ball of pure destruction that, if failing in destroying the target, would poison and curse them with high level spells, pretty much guaranteeing the death of anyone below the level of Wong.
Sighing as the walls slid back down after confirming, on a Quantum level, that it was Colin Baxter and not a clone, or someone possessing his real body, or even a time travelling version of himself. He really had gone overboard with the security of this place but hey, if the Ancient One was offering a wardstone that had pretty much unlimited energy and would last for years, who was he to decline overkill protection for what was his home in this reality?
After all, it is not paranoia if they really are out to get you. He learned that from watching Moody and Fury, both one eyed paranoid sons of bitches that always survived.
Choosing not to switch into his clean clothes, he trudged towards the small freshening up station he had built just outside the portal room. As he neared the door of the portal room, multiple vigils, which were runes from different languages, flashed before the door opened and then the same thing happened when it closed, essentially, opening and closing a pocket dimension that had been anchored to the Wardstone buried deep beneath the Red Hearth, right below the chambers of Jin'Ya, the de facto protector of his home, and when the time comes, Jin'Ya will be the most fearsome protector in the Nine Realms.
The dude was a monster, and it was only a matter of time before he got to witness the old fuck in all of his glory. Sighing in relief as hot water began cascading down his body, he thought of what would happen should someone succeed in getting past the protections in the portal room.
He giggled a bit at the possibility, even though it was small, so much so that he was tempted to invite some Demon Prince through the portal room, only to watch Jin'Ya wreak havoc on the poor demon.
Oh, well. That was going to be impossible since Jin'Ya was a master of psionic manipulation and would read the mind of the demon instantly and then, it would not be fun for Colin Baxter anymore.
"Decontamination procedure, complete." The computer said out loud as his entire body was bathed in high concentration UV, just to get rid of any germs he might have brought from Earth and considering that he was just swimming in the Earth's oceans which were increasingly being treated as Earth's common sewers, he might just have some new bacteria, viruses or germs on him.
Wincing in discomfort as the CHI flowing through his body rushed to the injured spots and began healing the burns, stretching his skin in the most uncomfortable ways, he waited a few seconds before heading out of the UV chamber. The UV chamber, while decontaminating him, was also moving, so he stepped out into the living room, a shared space between him and Jin'Ya, who was nowhere to be seen.
That was odd.
He expanded his senses and connected to the ward scheme of Red Hearth, and let out a creepy smirk as he realised where Jin'Ya was and what he was probably doing.
"Hehehe," He laughed as he began tiptoeing back to the elevator, making sure to mask his energy signature while doing so. Wouldn't want to tip off old man Jin'Ya, who still couldn't let go of his romance even after being a gazillion years old.
The elevator tinged as he reached the conference room, an area laid down with the most advanced communication arrays of magical, psionic, and technological connections, allowing for communication almost anywhere. They were in the process of setting up another room, where they would use the Warp Gates to communicate throughout the wider space, after they had pilfered any spaceship that was unfortunate enough to get stuck in their net.
So far, none had taken the bait and it was unwise to disturb Titan, once home of Thanos lest they invite the calamity far before than scheduled.
Sure, he gave the Ancient One and all the people he could rally, about a 50% chance of defeating Thanos without the Stones, especially since they would have two on their sides, but the chances of decimating Thanos' forces while injuring the Titan to such an extent that even fighting a Kylosian (Drax's species) would be all but a death sentence for him. But still, it was much better to avoid that possibility altogether.
Now, he was headed to the psionic wing of the conference room, the one used predominantly by Jin'Ya, mainly because he was the only one skilled enough to actually operate it since it was a completely manual machine with no machine interference whatsoever.
According to the Ancient One, this served as yet another line of defense in their communications network because the only ones capable of operating their network were dragons who had spent who knows how many years in the Astral Realm, soaking up psionic energy and becoming masters at manipulating it.
"Hehe…" He giggled as he came closer to the room that Jin'Ya was currently using and it was becoming increasingly harder to control his laughter, and therefore, his energy suppression because this was it, this was the moment he was going to remind Jin'Ya for the rest of his humane life, since Jin'Ya, the old fuck was immortal and was not going to bite the dust anytime soon.
Just as his hand touched the door knob, a dark aura assaulted his being as he was flung back from his body–No, his Astral Form was flung back out of his body, with his body falling slack in slow motion.
He looked down and saw the Door that continued to pump CHI throughout his body right above his chest. Huh, so they carried over in Astral Form as well, something that he had not dared experiment with because who knew what could happen with the doors he had attached to his very soul. He didn't want to risk becoming a vegetable and so, that part of his training was omitted as well.
You know, he could actually understand the position of all the other Masters who were so opposed to him actually getting the title of Master because firstly, his portals were abysmal, and secondly, he didn't even know how to draw out his Astral Form, hence the huge back and forth about getting a new spell from him peer reviewed and certified to officially confer him the title of Master.
Ignoring that for a moment, he pointed above the conference room and screamed hysterically, "What the fuck is that?!!!"
Right above the conference room, at last in the Astral Realm, there was a giant void, that had far too many eyes and tongues than he was comfortable with, and the most gross thing of all, there was a tongue, coming from inside the room and heading into the void.
"Ewww!" He screamed as he tried to float back and realised that he couldn't do that. In that moment of bumbling panic, he called upon his CHI and flooded his soul with it, trying to break free of the hold, searing away the translucent waves around him.
He smiled as it seemed to be doing something but apparently, that was not how it worked because the next moment, he blacked out.
……
…..
"Ugh! What hit me?" he groaned as he flopped off the chair he was sitting on. With Bleary eyes, he looked up and saw the floating form of Jin'ya looking down at him, and in a mighty pissed way too!
"You! What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you become a beacon of CHI in the fucking Astral Realm? Do you have a death wish?!" Jin'Ya screamed at him as the entire room shook from his anger.
Even in the dazed state that he was in, a chill ran down his spine as he realised what he had done.
"Oh god," He muttered as he looked around and checked his body and then closed his eyes, going straight for his mind to check if—
Bonk!
"Don't bother. Your soul is whole. You were lucky I was here, you idiot!" Jin'Ya bonked him psionically and told him.
He sighed in extreme relief. How could he have forgotten that the Astral Realm was filled with ancient soul sucking monsters who would love nothing more than to have a life filled, unlimited CHI providing soul such as himself?
His shoulders sagged as he lay down on the floor, thinking of what his stupid curiosity and a little prank could have led to. He should have just left Jin'Ya alone but he was just fresh off from a defeat and wanted something to stave off his boredom long enough for him to regain the motivation required to find the two remaining puzzles of the data.
Then, his eyes snapped open as he sat upright. He pointed at Jin'Ya, "Hey! It was your fault at first! Why did you push me out of my body? You knew that it was a danger, the Ancient One said so. How could you put me in such a position? Do you have any idea how scared I was when I saw the whole and the tongues and the–Oh god, the eyes!"
He all but screamed at the being older than civilization itself as he got off from the high of being saved.
Jin'Ya looked increasingly embarrassed before, with a hmph, he disappeared from the spot.
"Oh yeah! That's real mature of you! As expected of an old fuck. Run from your mistakes, why don't you!" He shouted with magic enhancing his voice, making sure that his voice reached the entire Red hearth, top to bottom.
Thank god, the floors where he planned to build habitats for animals and other rare species were not yet populated. Otherwise, those poor creatures would have been subjected to his magic enhanced rant as well.
Word Count - 1850
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #10
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #10
Red Hearth [January 15, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Splashing water on his face, he tried to get that near brush with death out of the way. Apparently, space in the realm world and space in Astral Realm were not proportional so even though he was on Mars, which had barely if any living souls on it, he could still have been targeted by Soul leeches who would have dragged his soul into their bodies and used him as an eternal fuel source.
He shivered as the image of that void with all those tongues and eyes flashed in his mind. He had to actively stop his mind from further going in that direction, the very thought of what Jin'Ya could be doing, as a psionic being, in the Astral Realm and how close it looked to….
It nearly made him hurl as he groaned and flashed his body with a wave of CHI, making him feel instantly more refreshed.
"Never again," He muttered to himself as he collapsed in his bed, the very expensive and very comfortable bed that he had bought in China, to be hauled all the way to Mars. It had taken some work, a lot of work to be honest but he could now honestly say that making the Red Hearth was the best decision of his life.
A space, away from all the noise on Earth, not to mention the constant threat of something happening that might damage his home, or worse, something happening that might not be able to destroy the protections he would cast on his home but would end up outing his identity to the world, which would suck a whole lot.
He honestly loved his life, his work, and even his education, tedious as it was to learn something he already knew, mainly because it gave him the chance to live a normal life. He shuddered at the thought of becoming so one tone focused that he forgot everything else, that there were many other things in life.
That Earth itself was a place of supreme wonder and he would have lost the chance to explore the planet in the mad race to become strong enough to defend Earth despite never having had the chance to actually explore it.
He rolled over on his stomach and got the tablet he had specifically modified to remove all wireless connections from it. It was plugged directly into the wall, both for power and for the internet because he did not trust any device on the planet.
In this tablet alone, he had to remove two different GPS modules that were not supposed to be there. Freaking Chinese made tablets man, they had all the hardware to spy on you.
In a way, it was to be expected of any country that would call itself a superpower. The United States had all the software to spy on the global population and China supplied the hardware through which it was all made possible.
What China also did was install a bit of extra hardware to make things easier to track, for their political party as well.
Unlocking the tablet, he opened YouTube and set the rain sounds in a loop, because he really needed the sleep right now. While it might have been only 2 hours that he had spent looking for the data disk, the fight and the ensuing run to get out of that ship without killing or harming anyone had been exhilarating.
It also brought to his attention the case agent responsible for handling his case. Clint Barton, Hawkeye, future Avenger, and Future-er Ronin, not that he would ever let that come to pass.
With the sounds of the rain echoing throughout the room and the curtains and lights closing on their own after he clapped his hands twice, he soon slipped into a dreamless sleep.
____xx____
Aboard the Helicarrier
–Clint Barton–
He was bruised, battered, cold, and short of a data disk which was supposedly a critical SHIELD resource, but he was still standing ramrod straight right in front of Director Fury who continued to stare at him.
The first dozen times, it was scary, then it became merely intimidating, now it was downright normal. The man glared at everyone, even if they did a supposedly good job. No doubt a tactic to maintain fear in the entire workforce.
"So, Agent Barton, explain to me how you lost someone who, in your own words, had cornered without a shadow of a doubt." Director Fury drawled.
He took in a breath before replying, "As you have no doubt read in my report. The thief was capable of so much more than what we had theorised. His super strength was off the charts, capable of caving in multiple reinforced floors of the ship in a single punch, at super speed, while becoming invisible to all possible senses."
"And what of this explosive you had tucked away into the Data Disk chamber."
"I thought it prudent to have a way of destroying the classified data since it was classified as Tier-3 data, which was data that could not be allowed to fall into enemy hands, even if it is at the cost of the data."
Director Fury nodded and then glanced below where Clint could see multiple snapshots, from every conceivable angle, showing the orange onesie clad thief with the skull mask, right before he caved that floor in and severely injured two of the soldiers, fleeing with the data disk in the ensuing chaos.
"So, we have a big troll in our hands, do we?"
"Yes, sir. I believe this is someone with a classic Narcissistic Personality Disorder as well as ADHD, simply because of the way they demand attention by wearing that bright orange getup along with causing distress and breaking laws while having fun at the expense of the people guarding said ships."
"...Hmm, yes, you did speak of the taunts as well as the final hurrah that was the thief spray painting NICE TRY on his way out."
He sighed as that was very annoying for him. It displayed a lack of competency on his part as the thief was able to get the spray paint and then write those two words before creating a hole in the ship's hull before fleeing that way. It all pointed to a very attention seeking whimsical character, who might as well be a psychopath, based on his actions.
"...Ah, yes. This one, do you think it has something to do with mind control? Did you feel any anomalies in the way you acted?" Director Fury pointed at the possible abilities section, the line being the ability to project a modulated voice in all directions, scrambling any way he could have predicted the location of the speaker.
He closed his eyes as he thought back on his actions, from receiving the reports, to formulating a strategy to getting the people on board and then ultimately culminating in the showdown that resulted in a military vessel being beached because of all the damage done to it.
He opened his eyes, "No. I don't think I was being influenced by anything when I made all those decisions. I made most of the decisions in the Triskelion before I was shipped off."
"I see. You are dismissed. You will be spending 48-72 hours in Quarantine and will be cooperating with all the medical personnel, just in case. After which, we will have a discussion as to what to do with our Orange Vanisher."
He saluted and left the Director's office, almost collapsing in relief as he arrived at his quarters. All level 7 or above Agents had their own personal space aboard the Helicarrier. He was tired, mentally and physically and while there were no permanent injuries, the temporary ones hurt like a bitch.
He was so looking forward to a hot bath before he was carted off to be poked and prodded at by the medical geeks.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
DoorMan #10
Red Hearth [January 15, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Splashing water on his face, he tried to get that near brush with death out of the way. Apparently, space in the realm world and space in Astral Realm were not proportional so even though he was on Mars, which had barely if any living souls on it, he could still have been targeted by Soul leeches who would have dragged his soul into their bodies and used him as an eternal fuel source.
He shivered as the image of that void with all those tongues and eyes flashed in his mind. He had to actively stop his mind from further going in that direction, the very thought of what Jin'Ya could be doing, as a psionic being, in the Astral Realm and how close it looked to….
It nearly made him hurl as he groaned and flashed his body with a wave of CHI, making him feel instantly more refreshed.
"Never again," He muttered to himself as he collapsed in his bed, the very expensive and very comfortable bed that he had bought in China, to be hauled all the way to Mars. It had taken some work, a lot of work to be honest but he could now honestly say that making the Red Hearth was the best decision of his life.
A space, away from all the noise on Earth, not to mention the constant threat of something happening that might damage his home, or worse, something happening that might not be able to destroy the protections he would cast on his home but would end up outing his identity to the world, which would suck a whole lot.
He honestly loved his life, his work, and even his education, tedious as it was to learn something he already knew, mainly because it gave him the chance to live a normal life. He shuddered at the thought of becoming so one tone focused that he forgot everything else, that there were many other things in life.
That Earth itself was a place of supreme wonder and he would have lost the chance to explore the planet in the mad race to become strong enough to defend Earth despite never having had the chance to actually explore it.
He rolled over on his stomach and got the tablet he had specifically modified to remove all wireless connections from it. It was plugged directly into the wall, both for power and for the internet because he did not trust any device on the planet.
In this tablet alone, he had to remove two different GPS modules that were not supposed to be there. Freaking Chinese made tablets man, they had all the hardware to spy on you.
In a way, it was to be expected of any country that would call itself a superpower. The United States had all the software to spy on the global population and China supplied the hardware through which it was all made possible.
What China also did was install a bit of extra hardware to make things easier to track, for their political party as well.
Unlocking the tablet, he opened YouTube and set the rain sounds in a loop, because he really needed the sleep right now. While it might have been only 2 hours that he had spent looking for the data disk, the fight and the ensuing run to get out of that ship without killing or harming anyone had been exhilarating.
It also brought to his attention the case agent responsible for handling his case. Clint Barton, Hawkeye, future Avenger, and Future-er Ronin, not that he would ever let that come to pass.
With the sounds of the rain echoing throughout the room and the curtains and lights closing on their own after he clapped his hands twice, he soon slipped into a dreamless sleep.
____xx____
Aboard the Helicarrier
–Clint Barton–
He was bruised, battered, cold, and short of a data disk which was supposedly a critical SHIELD resource, but he was still standing ramrod straight right in front of Director Fury who continued to stare at him.
The first dozen times, it was scary, then it became merely intimidating, now it was downright normal. The man glared at everyone, even if they did a supposedly good job. No doubt a tactic to maintain fear in the entire workforce.
"So, Agent Barton, explain to me how you lost someone who, in your own words, had cornered without a shadow of a doubt." Director Fury drawled.
He took in a breath before replying, "As you have no doubt read in my report. The thief was capable of so much more than what we had theorised. His super strength was off the charts, capable of caving in multiple reinforced floors of the ship in a single punch, at super speed, while becoming invisible to all possible senses."
"And what of this explosive you had tucked away into the Data Disk chamber."
"I thought it prudent to have a way of destroying the classified data since it was classified as Tier-3 data, which was data that could not be allowed to fall into enemy hands, even if it is at the cost of the data."
Director Fury nodded and then glanced below where Clint could see multiple snapshots, from every conceivable angle, showing the orange onesie clad thief with the skull mask, right before he caved that floor in and severely injured two of the soldiers, fleeing with the data disk in the ensuing chaos.
"So, we have a big troll in our hands, do we?"
"Yes, sir. I believe this is someone with a classic Narcissistic Personality Disorder as well as ADHD, simply because of the way they demand attention by wearing that bright orange getup along with causing distress and breaking laws while having fun at the expense of the people guarding said ships."
"...Hmm, yes, you did speak of the taunts as well as the final hurrah that was the thief spray painting NICE TRY on his way out."
He sighed as that was very annoying for him. It displayed a lack of competency on his part as the thief was able to get the spray paint and then write those two words before creating a hole in the ship's hull before fleeing that way. It all pointed to a very attention seeking whimsical character, who might as well be a psychopath, based on his actions.
"...Ah, yes. This one, do you think it has something to do with mind control? Did you feel any anomalies in the way you acted?" Director Fury pointed at the possible abilities section, the line being the ability to project a modulated voice in all directions, scrambling any way he could have predicted the location of the speaker.
He closed his eyes as he thought back on his actions, from receiving the reports, to formulating a strategy to getting the people on board and then ultimately culminating in the showdown that resulted in a military vessel being beached because of all the damage done to it.
He opened his eyes, "No. I don't think I was being influenced by anything when I made all those decisions. I made most of the decisions in the Triskelion before I was shipped off."
"I see. You are dismissed. You will be spending 48-72 hours in Quarantine and will be cooperating with all the medical personnel, just in case. After which, we will have a discussion as to what to do with our Orange Vanisher."
He saluted and left the Director's office, almost collapsing in relief as he arrived at his quarters. All level 7 or above Agents had their own personal space aboard the Helicarrier. He was tired, mentally and physically and while there were no permanent injuries, the temporary ones hurt like a bitch.
He was so looking forward to a hot bath before he was carted off to be poked and prodded at by the medical geeks.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username.
Heavenly Mark
Know what you're doing yet?
- Joined
- May 17, 2020
- Messages
- 187
- Likes received
- 420
Nice
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #11
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #11
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Whistling a jaunty tune, he monitored the Discord chat on the tablet with one eye while keeping an eye on his eggs. It had been more than 24 hours since his latest close brush with death and he was kind of over it now, hence the merrily preparing breakfast for himself.
He was so thankful that the Ancient One allowed one of the Masters, who was a Master in fusing magic and technology in ways that had benefited Kamar Taj immensely, to cast the same spell on the Red Hearth as the one cast on Kamar Taj and the three Sanctums.
The spell that allowed all of them to have an active internet connection but with no [possible way of tracking the connection. It was awesome. Not only did it give him an edge over literally every other computer system on the planet, but it also provided Red Hearth with an essential service.
The Internet.
It was awesome, especially for him since he would not have been able to afford any of the stuff inside the Red Hearth had it not been for the internet and its ability to mask its users behind a thin veil of anonymity. That thin veil was far denser in his case but his point stood all the same.
So far, he was a multi millionaire, purely based on his work and his investment choices. He was in the process of liquidating his entire portfolio to invest in the inevitable Stark Industries crash once Tony went missing. The stock should further crash when Tony would announce that they were shutting down their weapons division.
It was not much, about 3 million dollars but hey, why would he waste such a sure shot way of making money?
He had tried roping in some of the obviously wealthy masters in Kamar Taj but apparently, he was still a child who didn't know anything about the real world and had only gotten lucky with his gifts, which was true. It was not his loss so he let them be.
But Old Man Wong though?
Man, he fleeced the old man dry, liquidating anything of value that the man had and poured it into the Stock Market. After all, he was the prodigal son and anything he asked for would be given no questions asked. The OId Man couldn't even complain since he was seeing his net worth rise.
Shovelling the scrambled eggs in his mouth, made up of whole 15 eggs, he must have looked like a chipmunk because he was sooo hungry. He had only eaten half his daily protein requirement yesterday, mainly because he didn't have any appetite after almost dying but the hunger came roaring back today.
Man, he was so going to hit an all you can eat buffet, for dinner.
He felt a light bonk on his head as he felt Jin'ya floating into the dining/kitchen area. It was a shared space but the old fuck never made anything aside from barbequed meat, which was done on the upper floors, with the endless red rivers in view.
"Eat slowly. The food is not going anywhere." The air vibrated as Jin'ya used his precise telekinesis to deliver his words without opening his mouth. Man, talk about being lazy.
He eyes the floating tiny lizard. Well, two could play at this game, he thought as a door appeared behind Jin'ya and let loose a small shockwave that was immediately negated by the old fuck's automatic shielding.
"Nice try. You'd need a lot more to get past my guard." Jin'Ya commented as multiple pieces of clearly marinated meat flew out of the freezer and began hovering around Jin'Ya as he came through one entrance and went right up into the elevator.
All this while, he glared at the dragon as he purposefully chose the time he would be semi-full with eggs to do the barbeque. He stabbed the eggs and shoved them in his mouth, much less enthusiastically than before as the elevator dinged, probably taking Jin'Ya to the top levels.
He shoved the plate to the side as he saw that the chat was not active as well today. That was to be expected, it was a weekday. Not everyone had the privilege to be snoozing on a Wednesday.
He sighed, pulled back the eggs, absentmindedly ate the rest, before washing the plates, and putting them in the dishwasher.
Jin'Ya usually did them with his telekinesis but he didn't feel like relying on the old dragon today. It was funny. The dragon was definitely a net positive in his house, capable of doing anything and everything while being witty, snarky, and overall not a boring person but somehow, after endangering his life, and not getting any apology after, has affected his living experience with the dragon.
Letting the dishwasher do its thing, he hopped into the other elevator and jumped to the lower levels. Those were the storage areas, lab areas, ritual rooms, and more.
He entered his personal lab and found all the 10 data disks arranged carefully. To his surprise, he had discovered already that the data disk he had stolen right under Barton's nose was the real deal.
That only left the last data disk but he was unsure if his luck would still work in finding that ship because there was basically no way SHIELD still had that data on their servers. It was probably all paper files now or maybe even strictly verbal orders, no paper trail to be found in that regard.
He sighed and set aside the chips, and pressed a key on the keyboard, turning on the monitor from standby.
Oh, how he wanted those holodisplays that Tony probably had at this point but those were not on the market, not even as a concept. Tony probably built them as a side project and used them only in his personal lab.
Dude probably thought of a product that had the potential to introduce a whole new category of displays, as a side project.
It was times like these that reminded him of his reality, and then humbled him a bit. He was not a genius like Tony, not even in his wildest dreams. All he had going for him was an above average brain that was really really good at doing lightning fast calculations, and then applying them to Computer Science, hence his field of expertise.
He was nowhere near Tony when it came to mental genius because the dude could pick up a subject and become a subject expert in it within days or weeks, instead of the decades that it would take for a normal person.
That is why, despite having a very fancy, and a very impossible home on Mars, his home was filled with tech that one can find on the open market, even if it was of the highest order.
He could not outright invent holo displays just because he really wanted those damned things, because he was not a genius. And it was times like these, that made him realise that he could not do the whole save the world thing all by himself.
He would not be able to bear the burden or do a good job of it. Nada. Zilch.
The best he could be was a very versatile muscle, ready to be deployed in any zone, and act from the shadows, so that the burdens of operating in the light did not apply to him.
"Hmm," he muttered as he received an alert about Bruce Banner. The Military had spotted him in Brazil and General Ross was on a warpath.
His seniors have restrained him for the moment, arguing that the local government and the local military assets should be enough to bring the man in or atleast get an accurate location before a full out tactical assault can be initiated, so that's good. That gave General Ross one more day of breathing.
Oh yeah, he was going to kill General Ross. Once the man stepped over the line and he had definite proof that he was not only getting his soldiers killed needlessly, but also pushing Banner over the edge, whilst endangering local civilians?
Yeah, it was game over for the guy. One had to be a special level of stupid to be that guy.
He might also just bring Banner over here, on Mars, if he found out that General Ross was mentally ill, or was acting on orders of other people, people who could not be killed just yet.
He set an alert that would inform him once Banner's accurate location was updated in the military database. He might need Jin'Ya's help to pacify Hulk but it should all be doable.
Excited, he began drawing in plans for a reinforced room, more so than the usual ones. He might need to commission some work, which was more expensive but hey, if he could have the Hulk onboard, it would all be worth it.
He just had to figure out if he wanted to reveal his identity to Bruce Banner.
Oh well, something to figure out for later.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan #11
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Whistling a jaunty tune, he monitored the Discord chat on the tablet with one eye while keeping an eye on his eggs. It had been more than 24 hours since his latest close brush with death and he was kind of over it now, hence the merrily preparing breakfast for himself.
He was so thankful that the Ancient One allowed one of the Masters, who was a Master in fusing magic and technology in ways that had benefited Kamar Taj immensely, to cast the same spell on the Red Hearth as the one cast on Kamar Taj and the three Sanctums.
The spell that allowed all of them to have an active internet connection but with no [possible way of tracking the connection. It was awesome. Not only did it give him an edge over literally every other computer system on the planet, but it also provided Red Hearth with an essential service.
The Internet.
It was awesome, especially for him since he would not have been able to afford any of the stuff inside the Red Hearth had it not been for the internet and its ability to mask its users behind a thin veil of anonymity. That thin veil was far denser in his case but his point stood all the same.
So far, he was a multi millionaire, purely based on his work and his investment choices. He was in the process of liquidating his entire portfolio to invest in the inevitable Stark Industries crash once Tony went missing. The stock should further crash when Tony would announce that they were shutting down their weapons division.
It was not much, about 3 million dollars but hey, why would he waste such a sure shot way of making money?
He had tried roping in some of the obviously wealthy masters in Kamar Taj but apparently, he was still a child who didn't know anything about the real world and had only gotten lucky with his gifts, which was true. It was not his loss so he let them be.
But Old Man Wong though?
Man, he fleeced the old man dry, liquidating anything of value that the man had and poured it into the Stock Market. After all, he was the prodigal son and anything he asked for would be given no questions asked. The OId Man couldn't even complain since he was seeing his net worth rise.
Shovelling the scrambled eggs in his mouth, made up of whole 15 eggs, he must have looked like a chipmunk because he was sooo hungry. He had only eaten half his daily protein requirement yesterday, mainly because he didn't have any appetite after almost dying but the hunger came roaring back today.
Man, he was so going to hit an all you can eat buffet, for dinner.
He felt a light bonk on his head as he felt Jin'ya floating into the dining/kitchen area. It was a shared space but the old fuck never made anything aside from barbequed meat, which was done on the upper floors, with the endless red rivers in view.
"Eat slowly. The food is not going anywhere." The air vibrated as Jin'ya used his precise telekinesis to deliver his words without opening his mouth. Man, talk about being lazy.
He eyes the floating tiny lizard. Well, two could play at this game, he thought as a door appeared behind Jin'ya and let loose a small shockwave that was immediately negated by the old fuck's automatic shielding.
"Nice try. You'd need a lot more to get past my guard." Jin'Ya commented as multiple pieces of clearly marinated meat flew out of the freezer and began hovering around Jin'Ya as he came through one entrance and went right up into the elevator.
All this while, he glared at the dragon as he purposefully chose the time he would be semi-full with eggs to do the barbeque. He stabbed the eggs and shoved them in his mouth, much less enthusiastically than before as the elevator dinged, probably taking Jin'Ya to the top levels.
He shoved the plate to the side as he saw that the chat was not active as well today. That was to be expected, it was a weekday. Not everyone had the privilege to be snoozing on a Wednesday.
He sighed, pulled back the eggs, absentmindedly ate the rest, before washing the plates, and putting them in the dishwasher.
Jin'Ya usually did them with his telekinesis but he didn't feel like relying on the old dragon today. It was funny. The dragon was definitely a net positive in his house, capable of doing anything and everything while being witty, snarky, and overall not a boring person but somehow, after endangering his life, and not getting any apology after, has affected his living experience with the dragon.
Letting the dishwasher do its thing, he hopped into the other elevator and jumped to the lower levels. Those were the storage areas, lab areas, ritual rooms, and more.
He entered his personal lab and found all the 10 data disks arranged carefully. To his surprise, he had discovered already that the data disk he had stolen right under Barton's nose was the real deal.
That only left the last data disk but he was unsure if his luck would still work in finding that ship because there was basically no way SHIELD still had that data on their servers. It was probably all paper files now or maybe even strictly verbal orders, no paper trail to be found in that regard.
He sighed and set aside the chips, and pressed a key on the keyboard, turning on the monitor from standby.
Oh, how he wanted those holodisplays that Tony probably had at this point but those were not on the market, not even as a concept. Tony probably built them as a side project and used them only in his personal lab.
Dude probably thought of a product that had the potential to introduce a whole new category of displays, as a side project.
It was times like these that reminded him of his reality, and then humbled him a bit. He was not a genius like Tony, not even in his wildest dreams. All he had going for him was an above average brain that was really really good at doing lightning fast calculations, and then applying them to Computer Science, hence his field of expertise.
He was nowhere near Tony when it came to mental genius because the dude could pick up a subject and become a subject expert in it within days or weeks, instead of the decades that it would take for a normal person.
That is why, despite having a very fancy, and a very impossible home on Mars, his home was filled with tech that one can find on the open market, even if it was of the highest order.
He could not outright invent holo displays just because he really wanted those damned things, because he was not a genius. And it was times like these, that made him realise that he could not do the whole save the world thing all by himself.
He would not be able to bear the burden or do a good job of it. Nada. Zilch.
The best he could be was a very versatile muscle, ready to be deployed in any zone, and act from the shadows, so that the burdens of operating in the light did not apply to him.
"Hmm," he muttered as he received an alert about Bruce Banner. The Military had spotted him in Brazil and General Ross was on a warpath.
His seniors have restrained him for the moment, arguing that the local government and the local military assets should be enough to bring the man in or atleast get an accurate location before a full out tactical assault can be initiated, so that's good. That gave General Ross one more day of breathing.
Oh yeah, he was going to kill General Ross. Once the man stepped over the line and he had definite proof that he was not only getting his soldiers killed needlessly, but also pushing Banner over the edge, whilst endangering local civilians?
Yeah, it was game over for the guy. One had to be a special level of stupid to be that guy.
He might also just bring Banner over here, on Mars, if he found out that General Ross was mentally ill, or was acting on orders of other people, people who could not be killed just yet.
He set an alert that would inform him once Banner's accurate location was updated in the military database. He might need Jin'Ya's help to pacify Hulk but it should all be doable.
Excited, he began drawing in plans for a reinforced room, more so than the usual ones. He might need to commission some work, which was more expensive but hey, if he could have the Hulk onboard, it would all be worth it.
He just had to figure out if he wanted to reveal his identity to Bruce Banner.
Oh well, something to figure out for later.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #12 : Heavy G workout!
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #12
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
After finishing up some work on the new generation IP protocol they were gearing up to launch to the rest of the world, Colin got up from his desk and stretched, despite not needing to because his body was much more resistant to stiffness than normal humans.
The alert about Bruce Banner should work as expected, reaching him as long as he was on Earth and in the Red Hearth, making sure that Bruce did not have to spend any more time being hunted down like an animal. He might need some muscle for that, though.
"Hey, Jin'Ya?" He shouted in his mind, sort of like a psionic doorbell. See, one thing to note about Astral Realm lifeforms like Jin'ya was that their minds were absolute, walking disasters, creating havoc in the Astral Realm just by existing, and if they manifested in the real world, then it would spell disaster for any normal person nearby.
If Jin'Ya wasn't so used to suppressing over 90% of his own power, just so he could normally interact with the mortal species, Earth would have had a giant dead zone right around the Himalayas, simply because that was the place where Jin'Ya first manifested. It was just one of the dangers of summoning an Astral lifeform like Jin'Ya. Thankfully, that was not Jin'Ya's first rodeo so they were fine.
"What?!" He smiled as Jin'Ya snapped at him. It was actually disadvantageous for Jin'ya to so tightly wind his Astral Presence around him because that is how his species navigates the world. On Earth, he had to keep it to himself, otherwise, the Ancient One would have punted his little ass back to the Astral Realm.
On the Red Hearth however, he could let it all loose, not having to worry about accidentally killing everyone around him as long as he did not go all out. Colin was fine because he had mental training to withstand the passive Astral pressure that Jin'Ya gave out.
"I don't know if you are aware of a giant green ball of rage on Earth. But in a few weeks' time, we might have to go and rescue him from the Military. I might need some extra muscle for that, would you be willing to come?"
There was a pause on the other side before a slimy voice slipped into his mind, "20 pounds of Ta-Lo's exquisite meat collection."
He gawked in the real world as he immediately snapped at the dragon, "Are you insane? That is my entire year's meat allowance. You can't ask for it, all at once. That would leave me with nothing for the rest of the year. It's only January"
"Do you want my help or not?" He could just picture the damned thing's smug expression. Ah, it made him want to punch the dragon but he knew it would just be futile.
He growled, "Ah! Fine. But if there is a single mishap on the mission, I will be docking part of the meat."
In return, he got the impression of a middle finger and then a careless wave of his paw as the connection was shut down from Jin'Ya's side.
Shrugging, he exited his office, thinking of how he could increase his quota of meat from Ta-Lo. After all, there was no way he was not going to have anything to eat from that place for the entire year. That would just kill him.
He might just have to bear it and act as a CHI battery for an entire week for their semi dead dragon. That might just get him double the meat allowance, something that he fought tooth and nail for when he first negotiated the deal to help rejuvenate their water dragon.
Ah, he could still remember that day. He had just turned 16 and was asked what he would like for his birthday present by Wong, and well, being the little shit that he was, he asked for something not just expensive but also very very difficult to achieve.
To visit Ta-Lo, one of the many mystical hotspots on the planet but the one that should be the most friendly. Now, he knew even back then that Kamar Taj and all the mystical hotspots on the planet were peripherally aware of each other and would alert each other if any large threat was found.
So, he knew they could communicate with each other. He was just betting to see if the connections extended to transport as well. That was how he found himself standing in front of the Ancient One who asked for his reasons and after he told them that he just wanted to find out what a place untouched by large scale industrialisation looked like, he was granted permission to visit.
The permission to visit was just a medallion from the Ancient One and a portal that opened up beneath him, depositing him in the forest on the outskirts. Back then, he did not have his CHI door permanently open yet so he was not as strong. However, every night, he made sure to have the CHI door open for at least two hours and use that to strengthen his body, which was a nighttime ritual he had created back then, so he was not super worried.
The worries were evaporated, however, as he reached the lake and was mesmerised by the picturesque view. Being identified as an envoy from Kamar Taj meant that he was treated with respect and also with healthy caution as he looked really young.
That was his first trip to Ta-Lo, where he returned with a healthy appreciation for the milk products, mainly the desserts and also the barbecued meat, which was to die for.
The second time he wanted to visit, however, the Ancient One showed her true colours, telling him that he could not use Kamar Taj's medallion just for free and needed to give something to Kamar Taj to use its authority in return.
Not to be outdone, during one of his later trips to Ta-Lo, he negotiated a deal with the village chief. The village chief was a wrinkly old man with two daughters. The village chief was the one who looked into the admin side of running a small village and the Protector of the village guarded the entrance.
The youngest daughter of the village chief was now the Gate protector, with the previous one, also the village chief's daughter, having defected from Ta-Lo to have her own life in the mortal world, according to their own words.
The deal was to flood the lake, the lake that housed the water dragon, and also help keep the influence of the terrible entity inside the seal, with pure CHI from his gates. They were understandably cautious and disbelieving at first but when he opened his first GIANT gate, which was 20ft tall and 10ft wide, to emit waves upon waves of CHI into the lake, they were flabbergasted.
That little stunt was about to cost him a bit because that much CHI being infused into the lake meant that all the creatures in the lake were a bit stunned and had almost swarmed him to presumably tear him apart when the water dragon came and disciplined everyone.
The Water Dragon spoke something to the village chief and the village chief told him to state his terms. The sighs of relief when he just asked for 20 pounds of meat annually gave him hope right now that they might increase his yearly quota.
Inflation was a thing in Ta-Lo, right?
'Maybe the village chief would be amenable to doubling the quota?' He thought to himself giddily as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the training room. He needed to catch up on the training that he had skipped for the past two days.
After all, this chiseled physique was not going to be maintained by itself.
He needed some 5G full body training to do before he could get his body ready for February in LA. Some sort of interview process that required him to move to LA for two weeks, all paid for by Stark Industries, obviously.
It probably had something to do with Jarvis finding that he might be the unhackable hacker on the Dark Web, not that he would ever admit it. That would be the height of foolishness. If he admitted that he had a way of foolproofing a system by hiding it so that not even the owners of the internet could find it? Well, let's just say that the NSA would be the least of his worries.
The elevator dinged and opened up to a giant sprawling empty space with high ceilings. High as in 200 ft high ceilings, just in case he wanted to do a PR on his high jump.
Fiddling with the mystical controls of this place, he grunted as the 5 times earth's gravity mode was activated, making him shift to secure his footing. The max it could do was about 20 times Earth's gravity but the most he had ever been able to stand in, was about 12 Gs, and even then, it felt like he was about to vomit his internal organs.
So, yeah, 5G for a heavy workout it is.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan #12
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
After finishing up some work on the new generation IP protocol they were gearing up to launch to the rest of the world, Colin got up from his desk and stretched, despite not needing to because his body was much more resistant to stiffness than normal humans.
The alert about Bruce Banner should work as expected, reaching him as long as he was on Earth and in the Red Hearth, making sure that Bruce did not have to spend any more time being hunted down like an animal. He might need some muscle for that, though.
"Hey, Jin'Ya?" He shouted in his mind, sort of like a psionic doorbell. See, one thing to note about Astral Realm lifeforms like Jin'ya was that their minds were absolute, walking disasters, creating havoc in the Astral Realm just by existing, and if they manifested in the real world, then it would spell disaster for any normal person nearby.
If Jin'Ya wasn't so used to suppressing over 90% of his own power, just so he could normally interact with the mortal species, Earth would have had a giant dead zone right around the Himalayas, simply because that was the place where Jin'Ya first manifested. It was just one of the dangers of summoning an Astral lifeform like Jin'Ya. Thankfully, that was not Jin'Ya's first rodeo so they were fine.
"What?!" He smiled as Jin'Ya snapped at him. It was actually disadvantageous for Jin'ya to so tightly wind his Astral Presence around him because that is how his species navigates the world. On Earth, he had to keep it to himself, otherwise, the Ancient One would have punted his little ass back to the Astral Realm.
On the Red Hearth however, he could let it all loose, not having to worry about accidentally killing everyone around him as long as he did not go all out. Colin was fine because he had mental training to withstand the passive Astral pressure that Jin'Ya gave out.
"I don't know if you are aware of a giant green ball of rage on Earth. But in a few weeks' time, we might have to go and rescue him from the Military. I might need some extra muscle for that, would you be willing to come?"
There was a pause on the other side before a slimy voice slipped into his mind, "20 pounds of Ta-Lo's exquisite meat collection."
He gawked in the real world as he immediately snapped at the dragon, "Are you insane? That is my entire year's meat allowance. You can't ask for it, all at once. That would leave me with nothing for the rest of the year. It's only January"
"Do you want my help or not?" He could just picture the damned thing's smug expression. Ah, it made him want to punch the dragon but he knew it would just be futile.
He growled, "Ah! Fine. But if there is a single mishap on the mission, I will be docking part of the meat."
In return, he got the impression of a middle finger and then a careless wave of his paw as the connection was shut down from Jin'Ya's side.
Shrugging, he exited his office, thinking of how he could increase his quota of meat from Ta-Lo. After all, there was no way he was not going to have anything to eat from that place for the entire year. That would just kill him.
He might just have to bear it and act as a CHI battery for an entire week for their semi dead dragon. That might just get him double the meat allowance, something that he fought tooth and nail for when he first negotiated the deal to help rejuvenate their water dragon.
Ah, he could still remember that day. He had just turned 16 and was asked what he would like for his birthday present by Wong, and well, being the little shit that he was, he asked for something not just expensive but also very very difficult to achieve.
To visit Ta-Lo, one of the many mystical hotspots on the planet but the one that should be the most friendly. Now, he knew even back then that Kamar Taj and all the mystical hotspots on the planet were peripherally aware of each other and would alert each other if any large threat was found.
So, he knew they could communicate with each other. He was just betting to see if the connections extended to transport as well. That was how he found himself standing in front of the Ancient One who asked for his reasons and after he told them that he just wanted to find out what a place untouched by large scale industrialisation looked like, he was granted permission to visit.
The permission to visit was just a medallion from the Ancient One and a portal that opened up beneath him, depositing him in the forest on the outskirts. Back then, he did not have his CHI door permanently open yet so he was not as strong. However, every night, he made sure to have the CHI door open for at least two hours and use that to strengthen his body, which was a nighttime ritual he had created back then, so he was not super worried.
The worries were evaporated, however, as he reached the lake and was mesmerised by the picturesque view. Being identified as an envoy from Kamar Taj meant that he was treated with respect and also with healthy caution as he looked really young.
That was his first trip to Ta-Lo, where he returned with a healthy appreciation for the milk products, mainly the desserts and also the barbecued meat, which was to die for.
The second time he wanted to visit, however, the Ancient One showed her true colours, telling him that he could not use Kamar Taj's medallion just for free and needed to give something to Kamar Taj to use its authority in return.
Not to be outdone, during one of his later trips to Ta-Lo, he negotiated a deal with the village chief. The village chief was a wrinkly old man with two daughters. The village chief was the one who looked into the admin side of running a small village and the Protector of the village guarded the entrance.
The youngest daughter of the village chief was now the Gate protector, with the previous one, also the village chief's daughter, having defected from Ta-Lo to have her own life in the mortal world, according to their own words.
The deal was to flood the lake, the lake that housed the water dragon, and also help keep the influence of the terrible entity inside the seal, with pure CHI from his gates. They were understandably cautious and disbelieving at first but when he opened his first GIANT gate, which was 20ft tall and 10ft wide, to emit waves upon waves of CHI into the lake, they were flabbergasted.
That little stunt was about to cost him a bit because that much CHI being infused into the lake meant that all the creatures in the lake were a bit stunned and had almost swarmed him to presumably tear him apart when the water dragon came and disciplined everyone.
The Water Dragon spoke something to the village chief and the village chief told him to state his terms. The sighs of relief when he just asked for 20 pounds of meat annually gave him hope right now that they might increase his yearly quota.
Inflation was a thing in Ta-Lo, right?
'Maybe the village chief would be amenable to doubling the quota?' He thought to himself giddily as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the training room. He needed to catch up on the training that he had skipped for the past two days.
After all, this chiseled physique was not going to be maintained by itself.
He needed some 5G full body training to do before he could get his body ready for February in LA. Some sort of interview process that required him to move to LA for two weeks, all paid for by Stark Industries, obviously.
It probably had something to do with Jarvis finding that he might be the unhackable hacker on the Dark Web, not that he would ever admit it. That would be the height of foolishness. If he admitted that he had a way of foolproofing a system by hiding it so that not even the owners of the internet could find it? Well, let's just say that the NSA would be the least of his worries.
The elevator dinged and opened up to a giant sprawling empty space with high ceilings. High as in 200 ft high ceilings, just in case he wanted to do a PR on his high jump.
Fiddling with the mystical controls of this place, he grunted as the 5 times earth's gravity mode was activated, making him shift to secure his footing. The max it could do was about 20 times Earth's gravity but the most he had ever been able to stand in, was about 12 Gs, and even then, it felt like he was about to vomit his internal organs.
So, yeah, 5G for a heavy workout it is.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #13 : Retail Therapy thwarted!
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #13
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"197…" He heaved with all his might, finally getting the weight up, and then threw it across the room, not having the confidence to set it back down properly. The weight made a thunderous noise that felt different than what it would have made in normal gravity.
Heaving for breath, he opened a gate of water and just drowned himself in fresh cold distilled water, drenching the entire area around him in water. It was fine, he would clean that up later on.
He really needed to look into getting some sort of management system for the Red Hearth. As things stood right now, most of that was done by Jin'Ya and even then, he had to pay an exorbitant amount of money to that bastard for that. For regular CHI infusions for his physical body in this plane, Jin'Ya would look after a mere 10% of the total built up area of the Red Hearth, which included his own living quarters.
It was outrageous. If he offered that level of tune up to any billionaire back on Earth, he could have had entire armies work day and night to maintain this place. He sighed as he chugged down mineral water, from the Himalayas.
Once again, a W for the portals. It was supremely convenient to get stuff from naturally inaccessible places using portals and a constantly burning fire all around him. Sure, the dimension of fire that he had in his possession was nowhere near the level of potency of his water dimension, let alone the CHI dimension, but it had its uses, like heating up a small area around him so that he didn't freeze his balls off in a negative 55 degrees environment.
He had only gone there once in the past year, filling in thousands of gallons worth of glacier water before heating it all up and using that to drink every time he was in the Red Hearth. On Earth however, he drank normal mineral water that tasted so bland compared to real mineral water but he had to maintain a disguise so he didn't let something small like that stop him.
He switched off the 5G environment and sighed in relief as the difference was immediately noticeable, with his body feeling way lighter than before and the mere act of wiping the water off his eyes not straining his muscles anymore. Working out in advanced gravity environments really was the best way to get a full body muscle workout for him.
Well, sparring with the Hulk might have helped but then again, his CHI worked really fast but not fast enough to heal a broken bone as soon as it was broken. He might be able to get a broken bone healed in minutes if he really focused the CHI output but that would put him in a vulnerable position and also would not really help if the bone was something essential like his Spine. Something like that would take weeks, if not months of bed rest to heal.
Sure, the spine would come back stronger but that was not something he was willing to risk, especially not with the impromptu rescue operation he was going to mount with Jin'Ya. Once his analysis on the backers of Ross came back, depending on the results, he was going to either do a quick rescue operation of Bruce, OR do a quick brain surgery on General Ross, or rather, have Jin'ya do it on his behalf.
After all, that glutton was going to hog all his meat quota from Ta-Lo this year, so why not get him to do something useful for once?
Sighing as cold water was blasted from the overhead shower at high speeds, he let it wash away the sweat and grime. Remembering all the cleaning that was still left, especially the water that he had spilled on the mats, he sighed once more. He really needed to look into getting some kind of reliable workforce in this place.
Getting hired help was outside the realm of possibility, simply because he didn't trust anyone to loiter around his home when he was not here, which was the majority of the time going forward because of his internships and then jobs, and then once he inevitably started his own firm.
Looking straight up, he let a thin layer of CHI coat his eyes to protect it from the onslaught of high pressure water being thrown straight at him, and thought forlornly at the fact that he would be spending less and less time going forward in this sweet bachelor pad of his.
"Damn Thanos," He muttered as he switched the shower off and got ready. Looking at Earth time, it was 7:00 PM.
Grinning, "Perfect." For some retail therapy that is.
And maybe, after that, he could go visit Ta-Lo. After all, the next appointment to refill his aging body with CHI would be right in the middle of the Stark Internship. Coincidentally, he also needed to renegotiate the meat quota, and this would be the perfect time to do that, away from Jin'Ya's prying eyes, or rather, prying psionic senses.
……
…..
Standing in the portal room, he stupidly waved his hands multiple times in the air, to open a portal in his Earth bachelor pad, which was decidedly less cool than the one here, and had to stop immediately, stiffening as he felt something trip past his magic. More specifically, the ward that he cast around his apartment had tripped.
He immediately closed his eyes and focused on the series of wards he had cast on his house back in Seattle. The ward for detecting living beings with body mass more than 10kg was not tripped. The ward with soul detection was not tripped.
The ward with…motion sensors was tripped? How?
Some sort of machine then? A drone?
His eyes snapped open as he groaned in frustration. "Bloody Stark!"
Tony Stark and his burning curiosity. Hissing in frustration, he stalked back out of the portal room and headed to his office, a different workspace from his usual lab space. In that place, everything was expendable, with a literal magically protected network keeping everything safe and secure.
No wireless devices were in that office and once the door was locked shut with a satisfying thud sound, it was basically a Faraday cage, making sure that no wireless signals ever got out, just in case. Cracking his knuckles, he sat on the best chair money could buy at the moment, set the Air conditioning to a nice 24C, and booted his systems up. He had multiple systems rigged together to provide the very high level services he needed, just in case he had to hack into Stark servers once again.
He didn't want to do this because it would just incite Stark more and more but the man was going to go through a very major morality shift soon anyway so doing this to get the man to back off for a bit was a small sacrifice. Besides, it was not like Tony would ever tell anyone that he found the legendary unnamed hacker that the whole world was searching for.
Yup. he was still unnamed, even by the wider media networks, because anytime someone tried to name him and publish that name, he hacked their servers, deleted any mention of whatever tacky nickname they had given him, and exited their servers.
It spooked everyone into complying as he intended. He was now the unnamed hacker but most of the people in the know now knew what that name meant. Stark was probably also one of them but the man had somehow found something that created a link between his public persona and his Dark Web persona.
Well, that identity could be burned at any point and he wouldn't much care. Actually, most of his identities could be destroyed and he wouldn't lose a wink of sleep, only the main Colin Baxter identity mattered. That was the one most important to him because that was who he was and who he intended to be, for the rest of his life.
After all, that was the name given to him by his parents and it was the least he could do to honor that name, by making it great and a household name on the planet by the time he turned 25.
Lofty goals for a normal human but he was the holder of the Keys, the bearer of the most powerful magic, in his opinion, that has ever existed that did not affect the mind of its bearer.
"Alright, Jarvis. Let's see you take on this," He muttered as he located Tony Stark and began targeting his LA house. Let's see how Tony likes it when someone tries to invade his privacy.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan #13
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"197…" He heaved with all his might, finally getting the weight up, and then threw it across the room, not having the confidence to set it back down properly. The weight made a thunderous noise that felt different than what it would have made in normal gravity.
Heaving for breath, he opened a gate of water and just drowned himself in fresh cold distilled water, drenching the entire area around him in water. It was fine, he would clean that up later on.
He really needed to look into getting some sort of management system for the Red Hearth. As things stood right now, most of that was done by Jin'Ya and even then, he had to pay an exorbitant amount of money to that bastard for that. For regular CHI infusions for his physical body in this plane, Jin'Ya would look after a mere 10% of the total built up area of the Red Hearth, which included his own living quarters.
It was outrageous. If he offered that level of tune up to any billionaire back on Earth, he could have had entire armies work day and night to maintain this place. He sighed as he chugged down mineral water, from the Himalayas.
Once again, a W for the portals. It was supremely convenient to get stuff from naturally inaccessible places using portals and a constantly burning fire all around him. Sure, the dimension of fire that he had in his possession was nowhere near the level of potency of his water dimension, let alone the CHI dimension, but it had its uses, like heating up a small area around him so that he didn't freeze his balls off in a negative 55 degrees environment.
He had only gone there once in the past year, filling in thousands of gallons worth of glacier water before heating it all up and using that to drink every time he was in the Red Hearth. On Earth however, he drank normal mineral water that tasted so bland compared to real mineral water but he had to maintain a disguise so he didn't let something small like that stop him.
He switched off the 5G environment and sighed in relief as the difference was immediately noticeable, with his body feeling way lighter than before and the mere act of wiping the water off his eyes not straining his muscles anymore. Working out in advanced gravity environments really was the best way to get a full body muscle workout for him.
Well, sparring with the Hulk might have helped but then again, his CHI worked really fast but not fast enough to heal a broken bone as soon as it was broken. He might be able to get a broken bone healed in minutes if he really focused the CHI output but that would put him in a vulnerable position and also would not really help if the bone was something essential like his Spine. Something like that would take weeks, if not months of bed rest to heal.
Sure, the spine would come back stronger but that was not something he was willing to risk, especially not with the impromptu rescue operation he was going to mount with Jin'Ya. Once his analysis on the backers of Ross came back, depending on the results, he was going to either do a quick rescue operation of Bruce, OR do a quick brain surgery on General Ross, or rather, have Jin'ya do it on his behalf.
After all, that glutton was going to hog all his meat quota from Ta-Lo this year, so why not get him to do something useful for once?
Sighing as cold water was blasted from the overhead shower at high speeds, he let it wash away the sweat and grime. Remembering all the cleaning that was still left, especially the water that he had spilled on the mats, he sighed once more. He really needed to look into getting some kind of reliable workforce in this place.
Getting hired help was outside the realm of possibility, simply because he didn't trust anyone to loiter around his home when he was not here, which was the majority of the time going forward because of his internships and then jobs, and then once he inevitably started his own firm.
Looking straight up, he let a thin layer of CHI coat his eyes to protect it from the onslaught of high pressure water being thrown straight at him, and thought forlornly at the fact that he would be spending less and less time going forward in this sweet bachelor pad of his.
"Damn Thanos," He muttered as he switched the shower off and got ready. Looking at Earth time, it was 7:00 PM.
Grinning, "Perfect." For some retail therapy that is.
And maybe, after that, he could go visit Ta-Lo. After all, the next appointment to refill his aging body with CHI would be right in the middle of the Stark Internship. Coincidentally, he also needed to renegotiate the meat quota, and this would be the perfect time to do that, away from Jin'Ya's prying eyes, or rather, prying psionic senses.
……
…..
Standing in the portal room, he stupidly waved his hands multiple times in the air, to open a portal in his Earth bachelor pad, which was decidedly less cool than the one here, and had to stop immediately, stiffening as he felt something trip past his magic. More specifically, the ward that he cast around his apartment had tripped.
He immediately closed his eyes and focused on the series of wards he had cast on his house back in Seattle. The ward for detecting living beings with body mass more than 10kg was not tripped. The ward with soul detection was not tripped.
The ward with…motion sensors was tripped? How?
Some sort of machine then? A drone?
His eyes snapped open as he groaned in frustration. "Bloody Stark!"
Tony Stark and his burning curiosity. Hissing in frustration, he stalked back out of the portal room and headed to his office, a different workspace from his usual lab space. In that place, everything was expendable, with a literal magically protected network keeping everything safe and secure.
No wireless devices were in that office and once the door was locked shut with a satisfying thud sound, it was basically a Faraday cage, making sure that no wireless signals ever got out, just in case. Cracking his knuckles, he sat on the best chair money could buy at the moment, set the Air conditioning to a nice 24C, and booted his systems up. He had multiple systems rigged together to provide the very high level services he needed, just in case he had to hack into Stark servers once again.
He didn't want to do this because it would just incite Stark more and more but the man was going to go through a very major morality shift soon anyway so doing this to get the man to back off for a bit was a small sacrifice. Besides, it was not like Tony would ever tell anyone that he found the legendary unnamed hacker that the whole world was searching for.
Yup. he was still unnamed, even by the wider media networks, because anytime someone tried to name him and publish that name, he hacked their servers, deleted any mention of whatever tacky nickname they had given him, and exited their servers.
It spooked everyone into complying as he intended. He was now the unnamed hacker but most of the people in the know now knew what that name meant. Stark was probably also one of them but the man had somehow found something that created a link between his public persona and his Dark Web persona.
Well, that identity could be burned at any point and he wouldn't much care. Actually, most of his identities could be destroyed and he wouldn't lose a wink of sleep, only the main Colin Baxter identity mattered. That was the one most important to him because that was who he was and who he intended to be, for the rest of his life.
After all, that was the name given to him by his parents and it was the least he could do to honor that name, by making it great and a household name on the planet by the time he turned 25.
Lofty goals for a normal human but he was the holder of the Keys, the bearer of the most powerful magic, in his opinion, that has ever existed that did not affect the mind of its bearer.
"Alright, Jarvis. Let's see you take on this," He muttered as he located Tony Stark and began targeting his LA house. Let's see how Tony likes it when someone tries to invade his privacy.
I'd love to hear what you think! Your feedback means a lot — whether it's your thoughts on the plot, characters, or just a quick comment about your favorite moment.
Likes and comments really help keep me motivated, so if you enjoyed the chapter, let me know!
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #14 : Ethics Lecture for the Merchant of Death!
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #14
Stark Residence, LA [January 17, 2008]
–Tony Stark–
Slurping on his noodles, he was bobbing his head up and down on some AC/DC when the music was abruptly dimmed which was normally a cue for Jarvis to say something important while he was in the middle of his jam sessions, which were few and far between his research on weapons, Jarvis himself and most recently, the newest curiosity on the block that was his brain.
The 'Unnamed' hacker. The bane of all the three letter spy agencies on the planet, including the country that actually invented the damned thing on which the unnamed hacker does his job.
"Sir, if I may?"
Setting down the takeout container, he spun his chair and gestured with his fingers, as multiple holo displays appeared in front of him, "Interrupt away, Jarvis!"
"As per your instructions, I have been combing through the digital footprint of one Colin Baxter, on the suspicion of him being the hacker you have been looking for."
"Uh, huh. And?" He said while the screens flashed with all the data that Jarvis was able to find and comb through. He was much slower than Jarvis though so he only looked at the red highlighted ones, trusting Jarvis to know what would interest him most.
And interest it did, the code this kid has written on internet security along with creating much better and faster internet protocols meant that he was doing some serious work. Like, working on a level that maybe 10000 people could match, that were alive globally. And that was a hard maybe. Most of those people would be busy doing something else to earn more money, like computerised trading maybe.
"I have been through the entire code repository that Mr.Baxter built for the new Internet and have already incorporated some of it to optimise my transmission code," Which was good because he had been the one who explicitly ordered Jarvis to see if there was anything on the internet that could be sued to improve his processes and to do so in a sandbox first, observe the results in an accelerated timeline and then apply the changes as long as they did nothing to the base OS, that was off-limits. The only thing that came to Tony's eyes was an after action report.
"...but I have been unable to find anything that could lead back to him being the hacker aside from the very tiny coding pattern similarities we found about Mr.Baxter's code when he was only 16."
"So, Colin doesn't have that mythical protection that just makes his systems invisible to everyone? You were able to get past his firewalls?" He asked, even as his eyes flew over the new code that Colin had written, something that was being tested by The Internet Engineering Task Force (IETF) before it could be pushed to be used for the wider internet. He was an honorary member but it had been ages since they did something so interesting that he had to contact someone at the organisation to get him actual credentials to log in and take a look at the documentation, something that he had to do when the first advanced Qubit encryption program had been launched on the planet, by a completely unknown developer at the time.
"..No, sir. While the protections were robust enough to deter anyone not being extremely cautious, they were not enough to stop my intrusions. I was not able to find anything that suggested any links."
"And? You would not have just approached me if you weren't stuck yet?"
"As per protocols, I have sent a long range Surveillance drone that was available in the Seattle area, the latest Surveillance ones built for urban warfare, the USD-1. I was able to launch the smaller bird to get into the apartment and look for any air-gapped systems, just in case but aside from some clearly discarded as well as hot spare hard drives for his computer systems, there hasn't been any…" Jarvis' voice got stuck mid sentence.
He jumped a bit as a screech emanated from all the speakers as all the lights in his room flickered before coming back to life with a blood red colour.
He flinched minutely as a modulated voice came out of the ceiling speakers, "Huh, Addressable RGB lamps everywhere. Nerd much, Stark?"
He gestured frantically with his hands, despite maintaining a calm facade, to get something active in the lab. The displays, the lights, the tools, the freaking Air Conditioning were all automated, and that had come right back to bite him in the ass.
"You have me at a disadvantage here. You know my name but I don't know yours," he said, trying to maintain his false bravado while inching towards the small weapons cache he kept in the basement, just as decoration. He stopped immediately as he heard the very loud voice of that particular door locking itself with its three tiered locking pattern, something that was guaranteed to keep out even the most heavy battering rams.
He would know. After all, he was the one that built, designed, and sold it to the military for a pretty penny.
"I haven't yet chosen for a moniker yet, Stark but I am sure you will try to give me one. In which case, might I remind you that you, in particular, have a lot to lose if your digital laundry was aired to the world, instead of some hackers on the web or some journalist organisation."
"Hey now, that is going a bit too far. What have I done to warrant this level of aggression?" He said as he leaned on the now shut down holo table and sipped on his Iced Coffee.
He looked to the side as a holo display lit up, with red hues in the background, with an amorphous humanoid shape on it, "Chinese and Iced Coffee, really?"
"Hey! I happen to like it. I assumed you'd understand, considering that you most likely live on the same diet I am eating right now."
"Wow! Stereotype much?" The other party bantered with him and he relaxed considerably at that. There had been no overt movements yet, aside from Jarvis being absent, which was a red flag but if the mystery hacker warned to harm him, there were probably a dozen things in the lab that could be taken over to deliver some truly life ending damage to his squishy body.
Judging by his skill, he could probably erase all traces of his involvement after killing him with one of his own creations, which would probably be termed as a lab accident by the media. Obadiah might look a little closer but the man had always been more financially oriented rather than tech oriented and probably would take whatever the tech flunkies at SI told him at face value.
"So, what do I owe for this impromptu visit? You know you could have Facetimed me, I would have accepted it." He snarked as he set down his Iced Coffee. He did not like feeling like this and he was going to make sure that Colin, if it really was his name, felt the same as he felt today, at least at the beginning.
Now, he was getting downright comfortable with this banter.
The voice scoffed, "Please! Like I would risk that. Now, Mr.Stark, I know you think that you are above the law, and in most cases, you might be but spying on a teenager using what is clearly military grade drone technology is not nice. I, for one, would like Mr.Baxter to continue his work on improving the internet, one protocol at a time."
He smirked at the camera closest to him, which was a tiny one installed on both the sides of the Holo desk on the supports that came up to his eye level.
"Bingo! I knew it was you, Colin. You know, you are going to pay for this little stunt. Come to think of it, don't you have that internship coming up? What would you like better, to scrub the toilets or man the parking lots in the sun? I'll let you choose."
His smirk faltered as the modulated voice laughed, "If you think I am him–" Another holo display appeared in front of him, showing a small closeted space that was transformed to become a workstation/gaming room with Colin furiously shouting at the screen while holding on to a game controller, "--then you are far dumber than I thought you to be. Mr.Baxter is more than capable of making sure that he is not followed by anyone, as are many members who know just how modern surveillance works. He is currently playing with some of his friends, and wow, those were some creative insults."
His brows furrowed as he answered, "Then why do this? If you are not him, then why did you come after me, right now of all times?
"....You are leaving next week for Afghanistan, to sell the Military your newest generation missiles?"
He faltered at the sudden change of topic, wondering what that had to do with his current cyber invasion. "Yes?"
"I understand that if you don't supply the military with weapons, someone else will, someone who would not be nearly as charitable as you are but for once, I would like you to think of the impact you are making with your weaponry. Your weapons are decades ahead of even the most secretive of weapon research divisions on the entire planet, which makes you the automatic number one weapons supplier."
"...So?" He asked, a tad bit defensively as his face turned cold. He had heard this argument numerous times. It was used to paint him as the Merchant of Death. A title he abhorred with all his heart. Do the peace loving hippies people have any idea how the world would be if the good guys stopped fighting? Or didn't get the best weaponry mankind could make?
"I cannot dictate how you live your life, Mr.Stark. I just wish to advise that if you must sell weapons, don't sell weapons that change the trajectory of wars and then not track them actively."
"I don't remember asking for a philosophy and ethics lecture, Professor Cyber Criminal," He shot back, his hand twitching as he thought of getting some alcohol to drink to get rid of some of the thoughts that were forming in his mind.
"...You are right, I have no right to dictate how you or how your company works. I just want to advise you to live by your own words. Enforce your own policy. Track where your most advanced weapons are going. That is all I can say at this point."
"I'll run my company however I damn well please. Now, get out!"
"Oh, I thought Obadiah was the one who ran the company?"
The man took one last shot at him before the lights in the entire lab flickered, before returning to the perfect colour profile that Jarvis had configured to have the perfect color profile to simulate the creative juices in his brain.
Now? Now he just wanted to drown in some alcohol to drown the thoughts in his mind. Something like that always happens whenever the Merchant of Death tag comes from people he least expected to think like that.
"Where did a cyber criminal get off of lecturing me about ethics?" He scoffed as he opened the liquor cabinet of the lab.
"....M…Mr ... .Mr.Stark? Mr.Stark? Are you safe? I was shut out of my transmission protocols for 3 minutes. Should I call the authorities?"
He smiled as he heard Jarvis speak. The new transmission protocols huh?
"That's how he got in.." He muttered to himself before gulping down the shot.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan #14
Stark Residence, LA [January 17, 2008]
–Tony Stark–
Slurping on his noodles, he was bobbing his head up and down on some AC/DC when the music was abruptly dimmed which was normally a cue for Jarvis to say something important while he was in the middle of his jam sessions, which were few and far between his research on weapons, Jarvis himself and most recently, the newest curiosity on the block that was his brain.
The 'Unnamed' hacker. The bane of all the three letter spy agencies on the planet, including the country that actually invented the damned thing on which the unnamed hacker does his job.
"Sir, if I may?"
Setting down the takeout container, he spun his chair and gestured with his fingers, as multiple holo displays appeared in front of him, "Interrupt away, Jarvis!"
"As per your instructions, I have been combing through the digital footprint of one Colin Baxter, on the suspicion of him being the hacker you have been looking for."
"Uh, huh. And?" He said while the screens flashed with all the data that Jarvis was able to find and comb through. He was much slower than Jarvis though so he only looked at the red highlighted ones, trusting Jarvis to know what would interest him most.
And interest it did, the code this kid has written on internet security along with creating much better and faster internet protocols meant that he was doing some serious work. Like, working on a level that maybe 10000 people could match, that were alive globally. And that was a hard maybe. Most of those people would be busy doing something else to earn more money, like computerised trading maybe.
"I have been through the entire code repository that Mr.Baxter built for the new Internet and have already incorporated some of it to optimise my transmission code," Which was good because he had been the one who explicitly ordered Jarvis to see if there was anything on the internet that could be sued to improve his processes and to do so in a sandbox first, observe the results in an accelerated timeline and then apply the changes as long as they did nothing to the base OS, that was off-limits. The only thing that came to Tony's eyes was an after action report.
"...but I have been unable to find anything that could lead back to him being the hacker aside from the very tiny coding pattern similarities we found about Mr.Baxter's code when he was only 16."
"So, Colin doesn't have that mythical protection that just makes his systems invisible to everyone? You were able to get past his firewalls?" He asked, even as his eyes flew over the new code that Colin had written, something that was being tested by The Internet Engineering Task Force (IETF) before it could be pushed to be used for the wider internet. He was an honorary member but it had been ages since they did something so interesting that he had to contact someone at the organisation to get him actual credentials to log in and take a look at the documentation, something that he had to do when the first advanced Qubit encryption program had been launched on the planet, by a completely unknown developer at the time.
"..No, sir. While the protections were robust enough to deter anyone not being extremely cautious, they were not enough to stop my intrusions. I was not able to find anything that suggested any links."
"And? You would not have just approached me if you weren't stuck yet?"
"As per protocols, I have sent a long range Surveillance drone that was available in the Seattle area, the latest Surveillance ones built for urban warfare, the USD-1. I was able to launch the smaller bird to get into the apartment and look for any air-gapped systems, just in case but aside from some clearly discarded as well as hot spare hard drives for his computer systems, there hasn't been any…" Jarvis' voice got stuck mid sentence.
He jumped a bit as a screech emanated from all the speakers as all the lights in his room flickered before coming back to life with a blood red colour.
He flinched minutely as a modulated voice came out of the ceiling speakers, "Huh, Addressable RGB lamps everywhere. Nerd much, Stark?"
He gestured frantically with his hands, despite maintaining a calm facade, to get something active in the lab. The displays, the lights, the tools, the freaking Air Conditioning were all automated, and that had come right back to bite him in the ass.
"You have me at a disadvantage here. You know my name but I don't know yours," he said, trying to maintain his false bravado while inching towards the small weapons cache he kept in the basement, just as decoration. He stopped immediately as he heard the very loud voice of that particular door locking itself with its three tiered locking pattern, something that was guaranteed to keep out even the most heavy battering rams.
He would know. After all, he was the one that built, designed, and sold it to the military for a pretty penny.
"I haven't yet chosen for a moniker yet, Stark but I am sure you will try to give me one. In which case, might I remind you that you, in particular, have a lot to lose if your digital laundry was aired to the world, instead of some hackers on the web or some journalist organisation."
"Hey now, that is going a bit too far. What have I done to warrant this level of aggression?" He said as he leaned on the now shut down holo table and sipped on his Iced Coffee.
He looked to the side as a holo display lit up, with red hues in the background, with an amorphous humanoid shape on it, "Chinese and Iced Coffee, really?"
"Hey! I happen to like it. I assumed you'd understand, considering that you most likely live on the same diet I am eating right now."
"Wow! Stereotype much?" The other party bantered with him and he relaxed considerably at that. There had been no overt movements yet, aside from Jarvis being absent, which was a red flag but if the mystery hacker warned to harm him, there were probably a dozen things in the lab that could be taken over to deliver some truly life ending damage to his squishy body.
Judging by his skill, he could probably erase all traces of his involvement after killing him with one of his own creations, which would probably be termed as a lab accident by the media. Obadiah might look a little closer but the man had always been more financially oriented rather than tech oriented and probably would take whatever the tech flunkies at SI told him at face value.
"So, what do I owe for this impromptu visit? You know you could have Facetimed me, I would have accepted it." He snarked as he set down his Iced Coffee. He did not like feeling like this and he was going to make sure that Colin, if it really was his name, felt the same as he felt today, at least at the beginning.
Now, he was getting downright comfortable with this banter.
The voice scoffed, "Please! Like I would risk that. Now, Mr.Stark, I know you think that you are above the law, and in most cases, you might be but spying on a teenager using what is clearly military grade drone technology is not nice. I, for one, would like Mr.Baxter to continue his work on improving the internet, one protocol at a time."
He smirked at the camera closest to him, which was a tiny one installed on both the sides of the Holo desk on the supports that came up to his eye level.
"Bingo! I knew it was you, Colin. You know, you are going to pay for this little stunt. Come to think of it, don't you have that internship coming up? What would you like better, to scrub the toilets or man the parking lots in the sun? I'll let you choose."
His smirk faltered as the modulated voice laughed, "If you think I am him–" Another holo display appeared in front of him, showing a small closeted space that was transformed to become a workstation/gaming room with Colin furiously shouting at the screen while holding on to a game controller, "--then you are far dumber than I thought you to be. Mr.Baxter is more than capable of making sure that he is not followed by anyone, as are many members who know just how modern surveillance works. He is currently playing with some of his friends, and wow, those were some creative insults."
His brows furrowed as he answered, "Then why do this? If you are not him, then why did you come after me, right now of all times?
"....You are leaving next week for Afghanistan, to sell the Military your newest generation missiles?"
He faltered at the sudden change of topic, wondering what that had to do with his current cyber invasion. "Yes?"
"I understand that if you don't supply the military with weapons, someone else will, someone who would not be nearly as charitable as you are but for once, I would like you to think of the impact you are making with your weaponry. Your weapons are decades ahead of even the most secretive of weapon research divisions on the entire planet, which makes you the automatic number one weapons supplier."
"...So?" He asked, a tad bit defensively as his face turned cold. He had heard this argument numerous times. It was used to paint him as the Merchant of Death. A title he abhorred with all his heart. Do the peace loving hippies people have any idea how the world would be if the good guys stopped fighting? Or didn't get the best weaponry mankind could make?
"I cannot dictate how you live your life, Mr.Stark. I just wish to advise that if you must sell weapons, don't sell weapons that change the trajectory of wars and then not track them actively."
"I don't remember asking for a philosophy and ethics lecture, Professor Cyber Criminal," He shot back, his hand twitching as he thought of getting some alcohol to drink to get rid of some of the thoughts that were forming in his mind.
"...You are right, I have no right to dictate how you or how your company works. I just want to advise you to live by your own words. Enforce your own policy. Track where your most advanced weapons are going. That is all I can say at this point."
"I'll run my company however I damn well please. Now, get out!"
"Oh, I thought Obadiah was the one who ran the company?"
The man took one last shot at him before the lights in the entire lab flickered, before returning to the perfect colour profile that Jarvis had configured to have the perfect color profile to simulate the creative juices in his brain.
Now? Now he just wanted to drown in some alcohol to drown the thoughts in his mind. Something like that always happens whenever the Merchant of Death tag comes from people he least expected to think like that.
"Where did a cyber criminal get off of lecturing me about ethics?" He scoffed as he opened the liquor cabinet of the lab.
"....M…Mr ... .Mr.Stark? Mr.Stark? Are you safe? I was shut out of my transmission protocols for 3 minutes. Should I call the authorities?"
He smiled as he heard Jarvis speak. The new transmission protocols huh?
"That's how he got in.." He muttered to himself before gulping down the shot.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
Jao
(Verified Lemon Drop Addict)
- Joined
- Sep 27, 2022
- Messages
- 3,047
- Likes received
- 13,263
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #15 : Uh oh...Wakanda....
New
IdleMuse0307
I trust you know where the happy button is?
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2021
- Messages
- 571
- Likes received
- 15,833
Disclaimer - I don't, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #15
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sighed. That was…not what he had in mind when he hacked Tony's systems. It was quite easy when Jarvis had just enacted his very own transmission protocols in his system, giving him quite an easy inn. Of course, a VI of Jarvis' capabilities was more than capable of getting out of the trap he had set, given time. He had swiftly withdrawn his presence from Tony's systems as soon as he said his last piece, not wanting anything in his system that could be traced back to the Red Hearth.
He did not want to take any chances with Tony's utter genius, slim as they may be. Tony's biggest advantage was that he lived and breathed science and that was also the one thing that would help him stay ahead of Tony for the foreseeable future because to the man's mind, something as utterly broken as magic could not possibly exist and even if it did exist in the man's reality, he would just sideline it, believing his science to be far superior to some magic.
Finding his systems using pure science was just utter stupidity. Now, maybe Shuri from Wakanda could do some mystical mumbo jumbo with her Vibranium computers but until she was of age and running Wakanda's systems, he was safe and sound.
He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, thinking of what he just did. Going into the situation, he was admittedly being petty because Tony had done something that had invaded his privacy. The apartment didn't have anything of particular value and most certainly didn't have anything that could tie his real identity to the mystery hacker, but the mere fact that Tony thought himself above everything else, of being able to easily invade his Earthen bachelor pad just to look for some incriminating evidence, it just ticked him the wrong way.
But the more he thought about it, the more it felt wrong to do something so provoking just to be petty. So, he pivoted and thought of things that he could tell Tony without changing the future way too much.
The Jericho missiles and a small tip as to what was happening with his weapons was an easy game, especially since he was leaving in less than a week, for Afghanistan. There wasn't much that Tony could do in less than a week, especially since the man didn't have the slightest intention to do anything about Obadiah, arguably the most significant father figure he had in his life.
"Ooof," he muttered as he thought of how devastated Tony would be once he was exposed to the fact that Stane was the one who organised his assassination.
As for the bit about him playing a video game. That was easy since he had multiple such recordings ready for the very same occasion. Recruiting Jin'Ya to make the illusions as realistic as possible was a stroke of genius from him.
Speaking of whom, he was about to go do some shopping before he went to Ta-Lo, to get the required meat for that glutton. For someone the size of a particularly large lizard, Jin'Ya sure ate a lot of spiritually enhanced meat.
'It helps me adjust to this body better' was his defense but he was not as naive as Jin'Ya thought him to be.
Shutting down the systems, he stood up and stretched, getting ready to continue his planned excursion. After all, it should be just about noon in Ta-Lo. It was odd, to have the timezones of not just multiple countries but also two other pocket dimensions in his mind.
"What an odd life I lead," He muttered as he turned around, leaving his hack room as he had taken to call it, making sure that everything was powered down before leaving the Faraday Cage. It wouldn't do to accidentally infect the rest of the Red Hearth with any virus. It would be a bitch and a half to remove, especially since he didn't have an AI of his own that could do the tedious work on his behalf.
Just another thing that reminded him of the difference between a true genius like Tony Stark and someone jumped up on natural cosmic steroids like himself.
Speaking of steroids, with a flex of his will, a larger than usual amount of CHI was flashed through his body for a single cycle, banishing all the mental exhaustion from his brain. It was probably not healthy to do that every time he felt slightly down but hey, you live some you die some, and he was going to live for a very long time.
Heading down to the portal rooms once again, he checked out his outfit. A simple T-shirt with Jeans, and a hoodie to top it all off, since it was cold in Seattle.
Waving his arm stupidly in the air, he smiled as the portal opened only on the fourth try, a gust of cold air coming through the portal and hitting his face as he lowered his arms and jumped through the very small opening in the air. How the other Masters could open portals capable of transporting entire ships between them, after pooling only a couple of Masters, was beyond him.
He landed lightly on his feet and began walking out of one of the many designated portal points that had been installed in the city, on his request, because it would not do for him to portal into some random place that had a CCTV pointed at it. All the portal entry points were established with enchantments that encouraged people to avoid the area, along with making sure that total noise and light suppression were achieved when it came to the sparks made by the portal.
It was little things like this that reminded him that Kamar Taj had thrived under the rule of the Ancient One, in the middle of humanity evolving from using just steam to the soon to happen era of having a fake replica of an Infinity Stone to be used just as a power source for cities.
He smiled as he thought of the incredulity that begins across the universe would feel when they learned of the fact that not only were humans capable of replicating an Infinity Stone, however, diminished it might be, but they used it just as a giant battery.
"Ah, humans, man.." He muttered as he sauntered out of the alley, the enchantments making sure that his entry and exit into the alley were not captured by any camera. It essentially turned that area into a dead zone, CCTV wise, because the enchantments made it so that anyone looking to install CCTV would just gloss over that area and it was further enforced by the fact that most of the locations looked like trash anyway, creating a decent network of portal entry zones throughout the city.
Perks of being the all but adopted son of Kamar Taj. Everyone loved him there and he made sure that he took full advantage of it. Everyone expected him to take on responsibilities as well and he did, providing extensive healing to anyone who asked. So far, he had returned combat capabilities to multiple older Masters who had retired due to one or other debilitating conditions that were pushed further back due to judicious use of his CHI.
Taking advantage of his enhanced physique, he walked in the cold and walked right into the nearest Micro Centre he could find. He needed to build a new server for his public facing website's beta page that he was going to be working on from now on since he was done with Uni for a while.
The main page will always be hosted on one of the bigger cloud providers, but he had some interesting ideas he wanted to implement on his website and building a localised server to test that stuff and also to get some feedback from the users of his website was a good idea since it allowed him to learn how to go about doing that and also because it was much cheaper this way.
Plus, it was always more fun to build things with your hand rather than have it all served onto your plate.
Picking up the components for a basic computer, he turned back to get some extra RAM just in case the load on the website was higher than he expected. On the way to the aisle, his enhanced senses picked up on some chatter, something that he did not like, not at all.
Someone right outside the store as well as someone in one of the nearby storage closets was speaking Xhosa. The language of the Wakandans and some nearby African countries.
It might just be someone from the nearby South African countries who was in the store as well but knowing his luck, it might just be Wakandan War Dogs who were surveilling him, probably because of his advancements in Computer Science.
He made sure to maintain his smile, as he paid the bill but instead of taking it with him, he chose to have it delivered to his apartment. That way, if things outside devolved into a fight, the precious computer would be fine.
He might be rich but he would never ever disrespect his gear like that.
Cycling CHI throughout his body, he took the receipt and walked outside the store, with his hands in his pocket.
Smirking slightly as he looked at the clear sky, he thought of the Wakandans and they were most definitely Wakandans.
Now, what might you guys do now?
He might have to delay the visit to Ta-Lo. No worries, Chief Tekt would understand.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
DoorMan #15
Red Hearth [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
He sighed. That was…not what he had in mind when he hacked Tony's systems. It was quite easy when Jarvis had just enacted his very own transmission protocols in his system, giving him quite an easy inn. Of course, a VI of Jarvis' capabilities was more than capable of getting out of the trap he had set, given time. He had swiftly withdrawn his presence from Tony's systems as soon as he said his last piece, not wanting anything in his system that could be traced back to the Red Hearth.
He did not want to take any chances with Tony's utter genius, slim as they may be. Tony's biggest advantage was that he lived and breathed science and that was also the one thing that would help him stay ahead of Tony for the foreseeable future because to the man's mind, something as utterly broken as magic could not possibly exist and even if it did exist in the man's reality, he would just sideline it, believing his science to be far superior to some magic.
Finding his systems using pure science was just utter stupidity. Now, maybe Shuri from Wakanda could do some mystical mumbo jumbo with her Vibranium computers but until she was of age and running Wakanda's systems, he was safe and sound.
He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, thinking of what he just did. Going into the situation, he was admittedly being petty because Tony had done something that had invaded his privacy. The apartment didn't have anything of particular value and most certainly didn't have anything that could tie his real identity to the mystery hacker, but the mere fact that Tony thought himself above everything else, of being able to easily invade his Earthen bachelor pad just to look for some incriminating evidence, it just ticked him the wrong way.
But the more he thought about it, the more it felt wrong to do something so provoking just to be petty. So, he pivoted and thought of things that he could tell Tony without changing the future way too much.
The Jericho missiles and a small tip as to what was happening with his weapons was an easy game, especially since he was leaving in less than a week, for Afghanistan. There wasn't much that Tony could do in less than a week, especially since the man didn't have the slightest intention to do anything about Obadiah, arguably the most significant father figure he had in his life.
"Ooof," he muttered as he thought of how devastated Tony would be once he was exposed to the fact that Stane was the one who organised his assassination.
As for the bit about him playing a video game. That was easy since he had multiple such recordings ready for the very same occasion. Recruiting Jin'Ya to make the illusions as realistic as possible was a stroke of genius from him.
Speaking of whom, he was about to go do some shopping before he went to Ta-Lo, to get the required meat for that glutton. For someone the size of a particularly large lizard, Jin'Ya sure ate a lot of spiritually enhanced meat.
'It helps me adjust to this body better' was his defense but he was not as naive as Jin'Ya thought him to be.
Shutting down the systems, he stood up and stretched, getting ready to continue his planned excursion. After all, it should be just about noon in Ta-Lo. It was odd, to have the timezones of not just multiple countries but also two other pocket dimensions in his mind.
"What an odd life I lead," He muttered as he turned around, leaving his hack room as he had taken to call it, making sure that everything was powered down before leaving the Faraday Cage. It wouldn't do to accidentally infect the rest of the Red Hearth with any virus. It would be a bitch and a half to remove, especially since he didn't have an AI of his own that could do the tedious work on his behalf.
Just another thing that reminded him of the difference between a true genius like Tony Stark and someone jumped up on natural cosmic steroids like himself.
Speaking of steroids, with a flex of his will, a larger than usual amount of CHI was flashed through his body for a single cycle, banishing all the mental exhaustion from his brain. It was probably not healthy to do that every time he felt slightly down but hey, you live some you die some, and he was going to live for a very long time.
Heading down to the portal rooms once again, he checked out his outfit. A simple T-shirt with Jeans, and a hoodie to top it all off, since it was cold in Seattle.
Waving his arm stupidly in the air, he smiled as the portal opened only on the fourth try, a gust of cold air coming through the portal and hitting his face as he lowered his arms and jumped through the very small opening in the air. How the other Masters could open portals capable of transporting entire ships between them, after pooling only a couple of Masters, was beyond him.
He landed lightly on his feet and began walking out of one of the many designated portal points that had been installed in the city, on his request, because it would not do for him to portal into some random place that had a CCTV pointed at it. All the portal entry points were established with enchantments that encouraged people to avoid the area, along with making sure that total noise and light suppression were achieved when it came to the sparks made by the portal.
It was little things like this that reminded him that Kamar Taj had thrived under the rule of the Ancient One, in the middle of humanity evolving from using just steam to the soon to happen era of having a fake replica of an Infinity Stone to be used just as a power source for cities.
He smiled as he thought of the incredulity that begins across the universe would feel when they learned of the fact that not only were humans capable of replicating an Infinity Stone, however, diminished it might be, but they used it just as a giant battery.
"Ah, humans, man.." He muttered as he sauntered out of the alley, the enchantments making sure that his entry and exit into the alley were not captured by any camera. It essentially turned that area into a dead zone, CCTV wise, because the enchantments made it so that anyone looking to install CCTV would just gloss over that area and it was further enforced by the fact that most of the locations looked like trash anyway, creating a decent network of portal entry zones throughout the city.
Perks of being the all but adopted son of Kamar Taj. Everyone loved him there and he made sure that he took full advantage of it. Everyone expected him to take on responsibilities as well and he did, providing extensive healing to anyone who asked. So far, he had returned combat capabilities to multiple older Masters who had retired due to one or other debilitating conditions that were pushed further back due to judicious use of his CHI.
Taking advantage of his enhanced physique, he walked in the cold and walked right into the nearest Micro Centre he could find. He needed to build a new server for his public facing website's beta page that he was going to be working on from now on since he was done with Uni for a while.
The main page will always be hosted on one of the bigger cloud providers, but he had some interesting ideas he wanted to implement on his website and building a localised server to test that stuff and also to get some feedback from the users of his website was a good idea since it allowed him to learn how to go about doing that and also because it was much cheaper this way.
Plus, it was always more fun to build things with your hand rather than have it all served onto your plate.
Picking up the components for a basic computer, he turned back to get some extra RAM just in case the load on the website was higher than he expected. On the way to the aisle, his enhanced senses picked up on some chatter, something that he did not like, not at all.
Someone right outside the store as well as someone in one of the nearby storage closets was speaking Xhosa. The language of the Wakandans and some nearby African countries.
It might just be someone from the nearby South African countries who was in the store as well but knowing his luck, it might just be Wakandan War Dogs who were surveilling him, probably because of his advancements in Computer Science.
He made sure to maintain his smile, as he paid the bill but instead of taking it with him, he chose to have it delivered to his apartment. That way, if things outside devolved into a fight, the precious computer would be fine.
He might be rich but he would never ever disrespect his gear like that.
Cycling CHI throughout his body, he took the receipt and walked outside the store, with his hands in his pocket.
Smirking slightly as he looked at the clear sky, he thought of the Wakandans and they were most definitely Wakandans.
Now, what might you guys do now?
He might have to delay the visit to Ta-Lo. No worries, Chief Tekt would understand.
If you guys would like to support me, or just want to read up to 15 chapters ahead, you can head on to my P*treon. It is the same name as my username
Petrox
Versed in the lewd.
- Joined
- Mar 8, 2021
- Messages
- 2,419
- Likes received
- 40,497
Makes me remember the streamer that pre-recorded his stream and saying he wouldn't be able to read chat because some difficulties. In that time he went to his girlfriend's house to kill her.
All MCU's fic wait for wakandans to do some shit to be later hit back hard for thinking they can do everything.