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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #16 : Wakandan spying...
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DoorMan #16
Seattle [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Whistling idly, he walked the streets which were semi deserted since it was much later in the night and in the commercial district he was in, was closing down for the night, with only a few stores open at this late hour. Checking his watch, it was 10.30 right now and the Wakandan spies, as they could only be WarDogs to hide their traces so efficiently, have been following him for about half an hour now.
He had not done anything but walk around the commercial zone, listening to music in one ear and keeping a close watch on the movement all around him. He really hoped that they were not here to kidnap him or something. That would end really badly for them.
The dark deeds of Wakanda were not forgotten by him as he seemed to recall a program of Wakanda that dealt with foreign scientists and engineers who came too close to advancing the outside world. Wakanda maintained its lead over the rest of the world not just through advancements using the Vibranium and enjoying peace for basically all of its existence because of Black Panther but also because they deployed specialised teams to identify and kill the people who might end up posing a threat to their so-called advancement.
That made him so mad that he had half a mind to let himself get captured and go all the way back to Wakanda, just so he could tear down this facade, destroy a few buildings, assert dominance, and then force their king to end this policy and step down from his post to let kinder heads prevail.
Alas, that was just his youth speaking, if he were to borrow the words of Jin'Ya. The chibi dragon was useful in more ways than one, even when he was not making active use of the vast psionic expertise that the Dragon had. Even being someone with whom he could bounce ideas with was more than valuable enough.
He remembered debating this same thing with Jin'Ya, to use force and shocking secrets to essentially push T'Challa onto the throne early and let him guide Wakanda into becoming a force for good, something that was immediately shot down by Jin'Ya as the intricacies of their royal court was not known to him, neither was T'Challa's current behaviour.
If T'Challa took it the wrong way and chose to pursue revenge against him, then it would just be their efforts down the drain. In the end, after discussing with Jin'Ya, he had decided that letting them be was the best course of action for the moment, right up until the Wakandan people actually began spying on him.
Sighing as it was getting far too late for it to be reasonable, he turned directions and headed to the exit. He might not get reliable transportation after 11 PM, not that it would matter to him since he was not exactly worried for his safety.
Flagging a taxi, he told them the address to his apartment and closed his eyes, leaning back on the backseat. His enhanced senses picked up on them speaking in their native language for a while before that too was filtered out.
He cycled CHI in his body, as if on autopilot since it was something he did before sleeping since it helped destroy any toxins in his body that would then be flushed afterward. This new development was interesting.
Since they were not taking any overt actions, he could not do anything. Not like he could disappear from highly advanced surveillance they must be conducting on him, without any explanation, just to get to Ta-Lo. Even if it was very tantalising, just to think about the heavenly barbecue from Ta-Lo's meat supply. Hell, he couldn't even fathom why all of the people living in Ta-Lo were vegetarian. They literally used to waste all of that heavenly meat because most of their dietary requirements, and yes, even protein was taken care of by the plants that grew around the lake where their Water Dragon lived.
It was a vegan or a vegetarian bodybuilders paradise, as the plants in that place had more protein per unit weight than even the densest of protein sources available in the outside world.
"Keep the change," He paid the taxi and took in a breath of cold air as he waved at the doorman before entering his building. He has to go through three different security checks before he can reach his apartment door, which also has another lock. Overkill security, yes, but the area was filled with well to do people, and they appreciated the extra security that the building provided.
He stilled for a second as he heard Xhosa once more but this time, from the apartment next door. They were three people, one girl, and two older male, all of them speaking over each other furiously. He pretended that everything was normal and Wakandans had not just infiltrated the building where he lived, just so they could spy on him.
Opening the door and closing it, he sighed and went to the bedroom, not in the mood to do anything else. He was not hungry and while the enchantments told him that nobody had entered his apartment, he was not really looking forward to this.
Or maybe….
His lips curled into a sinister grin as he thought of what this could lead to.
'This could be the prime opportunity to troll people. MUAHAHAHA~'
Smiling like a loon, he entered his bedroom and laid down on it, pretending to sleep but focusing on his senses, entering a state he called sensory overdrive, where he focused on all his other senses and used CHI to supercharge them, allowing him to perform feats that he would normally be unable to.
He didn't normally use this because it left him vulnerable because he was pretty much out of it. It was like his body was focusing on the area far away from him but not close to him. In this state, unless something physically touched his body, he would not realise that something or someone was near him.
In this state, sense of time left him as well so it was not suitable for quick recon as well, only suitable for time periods where he was staying still for longer periods of time, like sleeping, for example.
CHI cycling removed the need for it so he could be extremely productive for over a week before the deliberating effects of sleep were felt by him, and even they were reduced month after month, to the point he theorised that he would be able to forego sleep for months, maybe years before he lost optimum performance.
Jin'Ya told him that even after all of that exhaustion, it might take less than eight hours of sleep for him to recover completely. That level of extreme experimentation wherein he pushed his body to the extreme was not something he was keen on doing, especially since he got by just fine as he was now.
His senses picked up on the movement right across the hall, with 5 people in the apartment, two more than he had picked up on before. Something was flying right outside his apartment window, very tiny but flying independently, and with the way it was moving, it was most definitely artificial.
A drone then.
He could pick up on sounds but not being fluent in Xhosa meant that he was unable to understand what they were speaking. Something was not right, this was not what a surveillance operation would be, even a long term ones.
Since it was not a smash and grab operation and they were establishing some sort of long term operation, they did not need so many people in a small apartment, all cramped up because that would just raise suspicion, on both his part and the people in the building.
Exiting his sensory state, he realised that he would not be able to keep things hidden from them while being in his apartment.
He cursed internally, keeping his eyes closed as he thought of something that could help him evade them when his ears picked up on some noise. It was the same girl's voice as before but it was very much more heated with all the other voices sounding deferential to the girl?
If he was right, his apartment was probably heat-mapped, as well as sound mapped completely. They didn't breach his apartment for some reason but it was probably only a matter of time before they did that as well.
"Damn," He had to figure out ways to bypass them but first of all, he had to meet them. After all, he still had about 15 days for his Stark Internship and he had nothing much to do before then, so might as well spend it trolling these people.
Or more realistically, finding out their goal since it did not seem as simple as assassinating a promising young Computer scientist who was poised to advance global computer standards.
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 #16
Seattle [January 17, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Whistling idly, he walked the streets which were semi deserted since it was much later in the night and in the commercial district he was in, was closing down for the night, with only a few stores open at this late hour. Checking his watch, it was 10.30 right now and the Wakandan spies, as they could only be WarDogs to hide their traces so efficiently, have been following him for about half an hour now.
He had not done anything but walk around the commercial zone, listening to music in one ear and keeping a close watch on the movement all around him. He really hoped that they were not here to kidnap him or something. That would end really badly for them.
The dark deeds of Wakanda were not forgotten by him as he seemed to recall a program of Wakanda that dealt with foreign scientists and engineers who came too close to advancing the outside world. Wakanda maintained its lead over the rest of the world not just through advancements using the Vibranium and enjoying peace for basically all of its existence because of Black Panther but also because they deployed specialised teams to identify and kill the people who might end up posing a threat to their so-called advancement.
That made him so mad that he had half a mind to let himself get captured and go all the way back to Wakanda, just so he could tear down this facade, destroy a few buildings, assert dominance, and then force their king to end this policy and step down from his post to let kinder heads prevail.
Alas, that was just his youth speaking, if he were to borrow the words of Jin'Ya. The chibi dragon was useful in more ways than one, even when he was not making active use of the vast psionic expertise that the Dragon had. Even being someone with whom he could bounce ideas with was more than valuable enough.
He remembered debating this same thing with Jin'Ya, to use force and shocking secrets to essentially push T'Challa onto the throne early and let him guide Wakanda into becoming a force for good, something that was immediately shot down by Jin'Ya as the intricacies of their royal court was not known to him, neither was T'Challa's current behaviour.
If T'Challa took it the wrong way and chose to pursue revenge against him, then it would just be their efforts down the drain. In the end, after discussing with Jin'Ya, he had decided that letting them be was the best course of action for the moment, right up until the Wakandan people actually began spying on him.
Sighing as it was getting far too late for it to be reasonable, he turned directions and headed to the exit. He might not get reliable transportation after 11 PM, not that it would matter to him since he was not exactly worried for his safety.
Flagging a taxi, he told them the address to his apartment and closed his eyes, leaning back on the backseat. His enhanced senses picked up on them speaking in their native language for a while before that too was filtered out.
He cycled CHI in his body, as if on autopilot since it was something he did before sleeping since it helped destroy any toxins in his body that would then be flushed afterward. This new development was interesting.
Since they were not taking any overt actions, he could not do anything. Not like he could disappear from highly advanced surveillance they must be conducting on him, without any explanation, just to get to Ta-Lo. Even if it was very tantalising, just to think about the heavenly barbecue from Ta-Lo's meat supply. Hell, he couldn't even fathom why all of the people living in Ta-Lo were vegetarian. They literally used to waste all of that heavenly meat because most of their dietary requirements, and yes, even protein was taken care of by the plants that grew around the lake where their Water Dragon lived.
It was a vegan or a vegetarian bodybuilders paradise, as the plants in that place had more protein per unit weight than even the densest of protein sources available in the outside world.
"Keep the change," He paid the taxi and took in a breath of cold air as he waved at the doorman before entering his building. He has to go through three different security checks before he can reach his apartment door, which also has another lock. Overkill security, yes, but the area was filled with well to do people, and they appreciated the extra security that the building provided.
He stilled for a second as he heard Xhosa once more but this time, from the apartment next door. They were three people, one girl, and two older male, all of them speaking over each other furiously. He pretended that everything was normal and Wakandans had not just infiltrated the building where he lived, just so they could spy on him.
Opening the door and closing it, he sighed and went to the bedroom, not in the mood to do anything else. He was not hungry and while the enchantments told him that nobody had entered his apartment, he was not really looking forward to this.
Or maybe….
His lips curled into a sinister grin as he thought of what this could lead to.
'This could be the prime opportunity to troll people. MUAHAHAHA~'
Smiling like a loon, he entered his bedroom and laid down on it, pretending to sleep but focusing on his senses, entering a state he called sensory overdrive, where he focused on all his other senses and used CHI to supercharge them, allowing him to perform feats that he would normally be unable to.
He didn't normally use this because it left him vulnerable because he was pretty much out of it. It was like his body was focusing on the area far away from him but not close to him. In this state, unless something physically touched his body, he would not realise that something or someone was near him.
In this state, sense of time left him as well so it was not suitable for quick recon as well, only suitable for time periods where he was staying still for longer periods of time, like sleeping, for example.
CHI cycling removed the need for it so he could be extremely productive for over a week before the deliberating effects of sleep were felt by him, and even they were reduced month after month, to the point he theorised that he would be able to forego sleep for months, maybe years before he lost optimum performance.
Jin'Ya told him that even after all of that exhaustion, it might take less than eight hours of sleep for him to recover completely. That level of extreme experimentation wherein he pushed his body to the extreme was not something he was keen on doing, especially since he got by just fine as he was now.
His senses picked up on the movement right across the hall, with 5 people in the apartment, two more than he had picked up on before. Something was flying right outside his apartment window, very tiny but flying independently, and with the way it was moving, it was most definitely artificial.
A drone then.
He could pick up on sounds but not being fluent in Xhosa meant that he was unable to understand what they were speaking. Something was not right, this was not what a surveillance operation would be, even a long term ones.
Since it was not a smash and grab operation and they were establishing some sort of long term operation, they did not need so many people in a small apartment, all cramped up because that would just raise suspicion, on both his part and the people in the building.
Exiting his sensory state, he realised that he would not be able to keep things hidden from them while being in his apartment.
He cursed internally, keeping his eyes closed as he thought of something that could help him evade them when his ears picked up on some noise. It was the same girl's voice as before but it was very much more heated with all the other voices sounding deferential to the girl?
If he was right, his apartment was probably heat-mapped, as well as sound mapped completely. They didn't breach his apartment for some reason but it was probably only a matter of time before they did that as well.
"Damn," He had to figure out ways to bypass them but first of all, he had to meet them. After all, he still had about 15 days for his Stark Internship and he had nothing much to do before then, so might as well spend it trolling these people.
Or more realistically, finding out their goal since it did not seem as simple as assassinating a promising young Computer scientist who was poised to advance global computer standards.
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
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Ooh, is Shuri finding out about the seamier side of Wakandan philosophy? About how far the War Dogs go beyond "preserving the lie?" I'm now imagining Colin inviting her out for super Chinese BBQ.
"Shuri, welcome to Ta-Lo, a secret and hidden civilization of great advancement and deep wisdom. Ying Nan, meet Princess Shuri of Wakanda, a secret and hidden civilization of great advancement and… debatable wisdom."
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Ah, what a fun idea
*AGGRESSIVELY notes it down for future chapters*
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Glad you liked it! Unfortunately, the other ideas of Colin ripping through the wall like the Kool-Aid man (or the wall-punch-rip-through from Iron Man 1) probably wouldn't work very well, but they're fun to imagine.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #17 : What a weird guy....
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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 #17
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Colin stretched as he got out of the bedroom, having woken up in less than two hours because his body simply did not need that level of sleep yet. Yawning more out of habit than need, he walked into the kitchen still in his PJs.
The apartment's design made sure that tons of natural light spilled into the living space when it was morning. It was approximately 7 right now and with that, came a new Dawn, a new day.
"Huh," He smirked to himself as he remembered the spying bitches who lived next door.
He twirled as he took out a carton of eggs from the fridge, which he kept stocked here as well since he needed to maintain both identities. It was nice that his body needed a lot of fuel to function and while he could temporarily stave off the hunger by flooding his body with CHI, he liked to eat a lot and even having fully stocked pantries in both his places didn't completely fulfill his dietary needs.
It helped a lot in making sure that everyone believed that he still lived on Earth, not that anyone was looking, not until recently. Somehow, he didn't believe that the only ones with backdoor access to Tony's systems were SHIELD.
Wakanda must have access as well. They might have taken Tony's suspicions seriously and were probably here to confirm and surveil him to see if he was the famed hacker whose systems even Wakanda couldn't crack.
Whipping the eggs, he set a pan on the stove and waited for it to be hot enough for the butter to melt.
Wakanda's systems were much more advanced than he would have expected them to be. So much so that the rest of the world, hell Tony's systems didn't seem to be even in the same century. It was not that big of a lead that Wakanda had, as far as he could recall. They were ahead, yes, but not that ahead. Something must have changed with his arrival.
It was not like he knew what this universe actually entailed and even if it did at one point resemble the canon MCU, his existence alone had butterflied so many things out of existence and created new problems as well.
Flipping the omelette, he plated it and placed the bread in the same pan, for that oh so deliciously greasy flavour. Grinning as the bread looked perfectly golden brown before turning off the stove. Looking at the near perfect, very easy, and quickly made breakfast, he grinned and began to dig in, singing purposefully in bad tones…
He most certainly did.
……
……
…..
Tying his shoes, his senses picked up on the presence of just two people in the next door apartment, as opposed to five from last night. The drone in front of his house was gone as well. He was about to head to University, he had a few things to confirm with the Dean's office about the upcoming Stark internship, and also to see what accommodations would be provided to him as part of that, because that internship was more luxurious than most full time jobs, in terms of amenities.
Full accommodations, food, transportation, stipend, laundry, and more were a part of the full package. Essentially, he would be working at Stark Industries for a summer and would probably end up with more money than most minimum wage workers made in a year, such was the opulence when it came to the most valuable publicly traded company on the planet.
Whistling jauntily, he smirked as he heard someone coming up to the door, as he stood up and opened the door, expecting to see some hardened spy but his smile froze as did his body before he forced it to move and continued locking the door as if nothing had happened.
Internally, he freaked the f*ck out! What the hell? Was that Shuri? She sure as hell looked like a slightly older version of Shuri from the MCU. Same face but taller and with a different hairstyle to boot.
He sneak peeked at the girl before hurryingly getting out of there. Something was seriously wrong with this timeline because how does Shuri get to be roughly the same age as him when she was just a teenager in MCU during 2016 or something?
The Math was not Mathin.
He tried to be nonchalant about it but more than Shuri or Wakanda showing up on his doorstep, the fear of his knowledge being rendered invalid terrified him more. The only way to confirm it, without exposing his identity, was to equip another one of his identities.
It was time for the Orange Ninja to raid a nearby Wakandan spy site. For that though, he needed Jin'Ya's help but this time, it would be free since they had a lifetime arrangement where Jin'Ya would help him maintain his original identity and help defend him if Colin's life was in any danger. The same went vice versa but there were very few beings in the universe who could hope to hurt Jin'Ya and come out on top.
In exchange, all he had to do was let Jin'Ya live in the Red Hearth rent free. So far, that agreement has not been invoked, not even once, since he stayed in his lanes and made sure that he did not bite off more than he could chew.
A major reason for that was Old Man Wong who was more like an overprotective mother hen than a badass ninja sorcerer when it came to Colin Baxter and his safety. Speaking of which, it had been a while since he returned to the mother hen's nest plus he also had to review the status on his original spell, since that was one of the ways he could gain enough merit to become a Master of the Mystic Arts, giving him access to the vast resources that are available to active Masters serving the Sorcerer Supreme.
Sweating slightly, he made sure that none of the Wakandans was following him before heading to the University. Thankfully, the cab ride was silent, as his mind continued to churn about what to do.
There was still the Ta-Lo meeting for the revised meat quota, the original spell review in Kamar Taj, general purpose catching up with both Mother Hen Wong and the Ancient One, and then, there were the Wakakandans.
"Haaaa…" He sighed out loud as the burdens of so many things fell on his delicate shoulders all at once. First off, the University admin meeting and then contact Jin'Ya to get the duplicate ready.
Then, he might get enough room to complete his other chores. If not, he would end up spending most of his time dodging Wakandan surveillance efforts. They were very advanced if their cyber security was any indication.
Things added up as well. If Shuri really was much older than canon and roughly his age, then it meant that she had far more time to revamp and invent in Wakanda. With all of Wakanda's resources available to her, she would be able to easily elevate Wakanda's tech to a level never before heard of.
"Damn…" He muttered as he leaned back in the seat. Uni was still about half an hour away and he had nothing to do until then. Whipping out his mobile, he shot a quick text to Jin'Ya, in code language, informing him about an impending requirement, so the dragon would be able to postpone his Astral realm romances.
"Need help with moving some stuff. Will be busy. See you soon."
That was enough for Jin'Ya to know that Colin needed to move somewhere and needed Jin'ya to cover for him.
"Free arrangement?"
He smiled at that and shook his head, the freeloader dragon.
"Yes, this comes under the free arrangement."
Well, Jin'Ya would most certainly have some questions since this was the first time that his help was needed to maintain his identity, atleast on an active participation basis. The good thing about Jin'Ya and the current body he was inhabiting was that he could not just teleport, but also create portals.
That, coupled with his vast psionic powers meant that Jin'Ya could be anywhere in the same state as him and they would still be able to communicate effortlessly, which was essential because it was much harder to track.
Up until recently, he thought it would be impossible to track but if Shuri had about 5 more years to modernise Wakanda's systems and overall push sciences in that space, then he was not so sure about Wakanda's inability to sense psionic energy anymore.
Entering the Dean's office, he asked his Point of Contact about the details of the accommodation who told him that they should be in an E-mail that should come today itself.
Thanking the man, he got out of the space and froze, once more, as Shuri, who was most definitely either Shuri or a clone or a twin of that girl, stood on the stairs, looking frustratedly at her phone.
Nope, not touching that with a ten foot pole. He was about to pass her, when…
"Excuse me?"
With a slight smile plastered on his face, he turned to the Princess of the most powerful nation on the planet, and said, "Yes?"
"Can you help me? I am new here and have a meeting with the admissions office—"
Oh, crap! She was going to study here? In this dump of a University?
"--Someone told me it was part of the Dean's office but it is not here."
"Oh, yeah, that used to be here but it is now on the south side of the campus. Just follow that path and eventually, the signs will take you to Admissions. Are you a freshman?"
"Yes." She smiled at him and it did look genuine but then again, Shrui could be a completely different person from canon. Best not to rely on that bit of knowledge when it comes to her.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself," Offering her a handshake, "I am Colin Baxter, a freshman as well. Comp Sci."
"I am Shuri, a freshman as well. Material Sciences."
"Oh," He made an enlightened face. Yeah, he did read something about that. Stark Industries and the university collaborated to create a very advanced, "most advanced" in their words, Material Research facility.
It was all very exciting for their field, according to the few people he met from that field, with a total investment of 12 billion, over the course of 10 years.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around. I am in a hurry, so bye!" He left in a hopefully nonchalant manner but he had a hunch that he just came off as weird.
He carefully hid the wince and kept the sunshine smile on his face as he heard her mutter under her breath, "What a weird guy."
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DoorMan #17
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
Colin stretched as he got out of the bedroom, having woken up in less than two hours because his body simply did not need that level of sleep yet. Yawning more out of habit than need, he walked into the kitchen still in his PJs.
The apartment's design made sure that tons of natural light spilled into the living space when it was morning. It was approximately 7 right now and with that, came a new Dawn, a new day.
"Huh," He smirked to himself as he remembered the spying bitches who lived next door.
"Birds flying high, you know how I feel…"
He twirled as he took out a carton of eggs from the fridge, which he kept stocked here as well since he needed to maintain both identities. It was nice that his body needed a lot of fuel to function and while he could temporarily stave off the hunger by flooding his body with CHI, he liked to eat a lot and even having fully stocked pantries in both his places didn't completely fulfill his dietary needs.
It helped a lot in making sure that everyone believed that he still lived on Earth, not that anyone was looking, not until recently. Somehow, he didn't believe that the only ones with backdoor access to Tony's systems were SHIELD.
"Sun in the sky, you know how I feel…"
Wakanda must have access as well. They might have taken Tony's suspicions seriously and were probably here to confirm and surveil him to see if he was the famed hacker whose systems even Wakanda couldn't crack.
"It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me…"
Whipping the eggs, he set a pan on the stove and waited for it to be hot enough for the butter to melt.
Wakanda's systems were much more advanced than he would have expected them to be. So much so that the rest of the world, hell Tony's systems didn't seem to be even in the same century. It was not that big of a lead that Wakanda had, as far as he could recall. They were ahead, yes, but not that ahead. Something must have changed with his arrival.
It was not like he knew what this universe actually entailed and even if it did at one point resemble the canon MCU, his existence alone had butterflied so many things out of existence and created new problems as well.
Flipping the omelette, he plated it and placed the bread in the same pan, for that oh so deliciously greasy flavour. Grinning as the bread looked perfectly golden brown before turning off the stove. Looking at the near perfect, very easy, and quickly made breakfast, he grinned and began to dig in, singing purposefully in bad tones…
"And I'm feeling good"
He most certainly did.
……
……
…..
Tying his shoes, his senses picked up on the presence of just two people in the next door apartment, as opposed to five from last night. The drone in front of his house was gone as well. He was about to head to University, he had a few things to confirm with the Dean's office about the upcoming Stark internship, and also to see what accommodations would be provided to him as part of that, because that internship was more luxurious than most full time jobs, in terms of amenities.
Full accommodations, food, transportation, stipend, laundry, and more were a part of the full package. Essentially, he would be working at Stark Industries for a summer and would probably end up with more money than most minimum wage workers made in a year, such was the opulence when it came to the most valuable publicly traded company on the planet.
Whistling jauntily, he smirked as he heard someone coming up to the door, as he stood up and opened the door, expecting to see some hardened spy but his smile froze as did his body before he forced it to move and continued locking the door as if nothing had happened.
Internally, he freaked the f*ck out! What the hell? Was that Shuri? She sure as hell looked like a slightly older version of Shuri from the MCU. Same face but taller and with a different hairstyle to boot.
He sneak peeked at the girl before hurryingly getting out of there. Something was seriously wrong with this timeline because how does Shuri get to be roughly the same age as him when she was just a teenager in MCU during 2016 or something?
The Math was not Mathin.
He tried to be nonchalant about it but more than Shuri or Wakanda showing up on his doorstep, the fear of his knowledge being rendered invalid terrified him more. The only way to confirm it, without exposing his identity, was to equip another one of his identities.
It was time for the Orange Ninja to raid a nearby Wakandan spy site. For that though, he needed Jin'Ya's help but this time, it would be free since they had a lifetime arrangement where Jin'Ya would help him maintain his original identity and help defend him if Colin's life was in any danger. The same went vice versa but there were very few beings in the universe who could hope to hurt Jin'Ya and come out on top.
In exchange, all he had to do was let Jin'Ya live in the Red Hearth rent free. So far, that agreement has not been invoked, not even once, since he stayed in his lanes and made sure that he did not bite off more than he could chew.
A major reason for that was Old Man Wong who was more like an overprotective mother hen than a badass ninja sorcerer when it came to Colin Baxter and his safety. Speaking of which, it had been a while since he returned to the mother hen's nest plus he also had to review the status on his original spell, since that was one of the ways he could gain enough merit to become a Master of the Mystic Arts, giving him access to the vast resources that are available to active Masters serving the Sorcerer Supreme.
Sweating slightly, he made sure that none of the Wakandans was following him before heading to the University. Thankfully, the cab ride was silent, as his mind continued to churn about what to do.
There was still the Ta-Lo meeting for the revised meat quota, the original spell review in Kamar Taj, general purpose catching up with both Mother Hen Wong and the Ancient One, and then, there were the Wakakandans.
"Haaaa…" He sighed out loud as the burdens of so many things fell on his delicate shoulders all at once. First off, the University admin meeting and then contact Jin'Ya to get the duplicate ready.
Then, he might get enough room to complete his other chores. If not, he would end up spending most of his time dodging Wakandan surveillance efforts. They were very advanced if their cyber security was any indication.
Things added up as well. If Shuri really was much older than canon and roughly his age, then it meant that she had far more time to revamp and invent in Wakanda. With all of Wakanda's resources available to her, she would be able to easily elevate Wakanda's tech to a level never before heard of.
"Damn…" He muttered as he leaned back in the seat. Uni was still about half an hour away and he had nothing to do until then. Whipping out his mobile, he shot a quick text to Jin'Ya, in code language, informing him about an impending requirement, so the dragon would be able to postpone his Astral realm romances.
"Need help with moving some stuff. Will be busy. See you soon."
That was enough for Jin'Ya to know that Colin needed to move somewhere and needed Jin'ya to cover for him.
"Free arrangement?"
He smiled at that and shook his head, the freeloader dragon.
"Yes, this comes under the free arrangement."
Well, Jin'Ya would most certainly have some questions since this was the first time that his help was needed to maintain his identity, atleast on an active participation basis. The good thing about Jin'Ya and the current body he was inhabiting was that he could not just teleport, but also create portals.
That, coupled with his vast psionic powers meant that Jin'Ya could be anywhere in the same state as him and they would still be able to communicate effortlessly, which was essential because it was much harder to track.
Up until recently, he thought it would be impossible to track but if Shuri had about 5 more years to modernise Wakanda's systems and overall push sciences in that space, then he was not so sure about Wakanda's inability to sense psionic energy anymore.
Entering the Dean's office, he asked his Point of Contact about the details of the accommodation who told him that they should be in an E-mail that should come today itself.
Thanking the man, he got out of the space and froze, once more, as Shuri, who was most definitely either Shuri or a clone or a twin of that girl, stood on the stairs, looking frustratedly at her phone.
Nope, not touching that with a ten foot pole. He was about to pass her, when…
"Excuse me?"
With a slight smile plastered on his face, he turned to the Princess of the most powerful nation on the planet, and said, "Yes?"
"Can you help me? I am new here and have a meeting with the admissions office—"
Oh, crap! She was going to study here? In this dump of a University?
"--Someone told me it was part of the Dean's office but it is not here."
"Oh, yeah, that used to be here but it is now on the south side of the campus. Just follow that path and eventually, the signs will take you to Admissions. Are you a freshman?"
"Yes." She smiled at him and it did look genuine but then again, Shrui could be a completely different person from canon. Best not to rely on that bit of knowledge when it comes to her.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself," Offering her a handshake, "I am Colin Baxter, a freshman as well. Comp Sci."
"I am Shuri, a freshman as well. Material Sciences."
"Oh," He made an enlightened face. Yeah, he did read something about that. Stark Industries and the university collaborated to create a very advanced, "most advanced" in their words, Material Research facility.
It was all very exciting for their field, according to the few people he met from that field, with a total investment of 12 billion, over the course of 10 years.
"Well, I guess I'll see you around. I am in a hurry, so bye!" He left in a hopefully nonchalant manner but he had a hunch that he just came off as weird.
He carefully hid the wince and kept the sunshine smile on his face as he heard her mutter under her breath, "What a weird guy."
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DoorMan #18
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Haaa," Sighing, he looked up at the ceiling from his bed as he thought of the encounter with Shuri. As far as he was aware, there were no bugs on his person and he did not see the signature Kimoyo beads on her, but he could never be too cautious. It was the evening now, he had lunch at the Cafeteria itself. It was bland but it was meat and it was properly cooked or boiled, he could never tell when it came to that particular lunch hall.
The matter with Wakanda was getting more and more complicated. Shuri being here meant that Wakanda meant business. They were incredibly protective of their princess, someone who was, in his opinion, so much more valuable than a mere Black Panther. In T'Challa's generation alone, they had two different Black Panther candidates while they had none who could even hope to reach the same echelon as Shuri when it came to science.
He had just about 4 days till his flight. Yeah, he met the rep and got all the details for his internship. The internship was for 10 weeks and housing was going to be top-notch. The rep showed him some examples of the entire building that Stark Industries owned and operated purely to house student interns or probationary employees or employees who needed to work at their HQ for a short period of time before they were whisked back to their home locations. It was great for temporary housing so that was sorted.
All he had to do was figure out what he could do in LA, with his alternate identities. IT had been a while since he went out as the Orange Ninja and did something else other than commit treason, and many other espionage charges, on SHIELD. He had been meaning to do something more adventurous for the week he supposedly had off but then, this Wakanda thing just fell into his lap and now, he could not move without alerting the damned Wakandans.
"Hello, Colin. I have arrived."
He stilled for a moment before relaxing as he heard Jin'Ya's voice in his brain, meaning that the dragon was somewhere in the same state as him.
"Where?"
"In the city itself. I have been checking out the portal drop locations and I have to say, the enchantments are really shitty. I should be done correcting them soon. I will contact you in an hour or so."
He barely resisted the urge to yell at the stupid dragon as the mental link was cut off from the other side. That was not what he was here for, and he knew that the enchantments were not really top notch because he didn't need them to be top notch. He had no idea how long he was even going to stay in Uni because lately, it had been feeling like a chore, with Old Man Wong's insistence being the only thing that kept him from dropping out.
Plus, he couldn't exactly afford a Master on Jin'Ya's level when it came to enchantment. It worked so well so why even touch it?
He groaned as he rolled over and face planted into the bed, thinking of his next moves. The Hulk alert had yet to arrive so that was out for now but once he reached the Red Hearth, he should check in on those documents once more. Tony was going to get kidnapped in about a week's time and surprisingly, there has been no movement from his side since the hack.
He didn't know if he had it in him to let Tony suffer, just for the character development. Realistically, there was not much he could do as Colin Baxter but as someone who hoped to follow the Ninja Jesus in his Nin-Nin ways, he could do much, from outright stopping the demonstration from happening or just saving Tony before that missile went off and he was carted off to Yisen who would end up staving off Tony's death temporarily.
That might work, except it might end up depriving Earth of its, almost, greatest hero, something that didn't sit right with him. Tony needed that time in the cave to understand that his weapons were being used for stuff that would not sit right with him, that being a weapons company inherently meant that his weapons would be sold to the good guys as well as the bad guys.
A little brush with death was all that was needed for him to gain another perspective. All of these things were true, yes, but it was not his decision to make. If he could actually go and rescue Tony from experiencing all that horrible stuff, he felt like he had the moral responsibility to save him but then again, he also had to think of the future, especially the future since he knew what was coming.
He sighed and opened his eyes, with steely determination in them. The incident with Shuri told him that he couldn't completely rely on his meta knowledge. He also knew that Tony was getting kidnapped but if his knowledge was not reliable in this timeline, Tony might just die in that cave, never getting the chance to become Iron Man.
That was….unacceptable.
Fetching his phone from the table, he opened the web and searched for Tony Stark, and opened the first link which actually had the itinerary for his visit to a war torn country. Damn, talk about a security nightmare. It was written that Tony had a military presentation on the 23rd of Jan, about 5 days from now.
He had to report to Stark Industries on the 23rd as well. Welp, it's a good thing he had that indefinite deal he signed with Jin'Ya that would allow him to use the Ancient Dragon as a doppelganger.
Locking the phone and throwing it on the dresser, he put his hands behind his head and looked at the starry ceiling, the one he's made using his kinetic lasers, as both practice in modulating the output and also to test his aiming as well as art skills. It was…crooked.
"Huh," he said to himself as he never really saw that before but now that he knew it, he couldn't unsee it.
He will be tailing Tony, from the Mirror Dimension, or rather, Jin'Ya might, depending on who wants to tackle the task of Internship orientation. They would only act if Tony's life was in actual danger, not from the shrapnel or from the disastrous fall in his suit but an actual credible threat to his life.
That should work, as a compromise on both sides. Making sure that Tony is safe and sound but a little roughed up by the terrorists so he finally realises what he has been doing all his life.
Shaking his head, he got up and began changing. Jin'Ya should be here soon and once they swapped places, he had a lot of work to get done on the Red Hearth. He turned to the door as he heard footsteps coming and what do you know, it was Shuri's voice and she had probably just rung his doorbell.
Putting the T-shirt back on, he opened the door, to find Shuri with her hand raised, about to knock for some reason. She took one look at his face and then said.
"Hey! You are Colin, from the University, right?"
He extended his hand, "Yup, that's me, and you are Shuri. Did you just move in?"
She shook his hand, "Yes, I just did, yesterday actually. Can't believe that we live next to each other. What a coincidence!" She said as she invited herself in, walking in his living room like she owned the place.
Yes, what a coincidence, he thought to himself as he plastered a smile on his face while keeping the door open. Who knows what those trigger happy spy bastards might do with their energy weapons if they thought their Princess was in any danger?
His senses might not work because Vibranium was known to absorb most of the energy incident on it, so no noise as they activated their guns and freaking lasered him. He did not want to test his durability against energy weaponry, not yet anyway.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked as he headed into the kitchen.
"Just water."
He nodded and focused on his senses, careful not to funnel too much CHI into his body as his body begins to glow then.
"Here you go. So, what brings you to Seattle? Are you from around here?" He asked as they both sat down, trying to maintain conversation, since he was not supposed to know if she was from here or from the most powerful nation on the planet, dry land that is. Atlantis was a solid contender for the top spot, owing to their vastly more powerful protector and also because of the sheer amount of land they would rule if their claim over all seas was legitimate.
"As you might know, the University has just begun a new venture and I was interested in that. I also needed to go somewhere for college so I just chose this one because it seemed interesting to research cutting edge Material Science." She said with a smile, trying to seem casual but he noted the way her eyes moved over every single thing on display and stayed a bit too long on his computer.
He maintained his smile while internally, it confirmed something for him.
Wakanda has the same suspicion about me being the hacker.
It makes sense, Shuri would definitely be curious about the one who broke through their firewalls within 4 hours. He had no idea they already had Shuri on the helm, so he tried to breach their systems, only to realise that they kept everything air gapped and the only thing he had breached was a media server that was responsible for cataloging a lot of the outside entertainment base.
It had mind boggling amounts of storage and memory though it was ultimately useless since it did not have even a lick of data on Wakandans.
That must have stoked their curiosity in him and now, he had a hyper intelligent, like smarter than Tony, Princess of Wakanda living right next door, looking curiously at him.
God help me.
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DoorMan #18
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Haaa," Sighing, he looked up at the ceiling from his bed as he thought of the encounter with Shuri. As far as he was aware, there were no bugs on his person and he did not see the signature Kimoyo beads on her, but he could never be too cautious. It was the evening now, he had lunch at the Cafeteria itself. It was bland but it was meat and it was properly cooked or boiled, he could never tell when it came to that particular lunch hall.
The matter with Wakanda was getting more and more complicated. Shuri being here meant that Wakanda meant business. They were incredibly protective of their princess, someone who was, in his opinion, so much more valuable than a mere Black Panther. In T'Challa's generation alone, they had two different Black Panther candidates while they had none who could even hope to reach the same echelon as Shuri when it came to science.
He had just about 4 days till his flight. Yeah, he met the rep and got all the details for his internship. The internship was for 10 weeks and housing was going to be top-notch. The rep showed him some examples of the entire building that Stark Industries owned and operated purely to house student interns or probationary employees or employees who needed to work at their HQ for a short period of time before they were whisked back to their home locations. It was great for temporary housing so that was sorted.
All he had to do was figure out what he could do in LA, with his alternate identities. IT had been a while since he went out as the Orange Ninja and did something else other than commit treason, and many other espionage charges, on SHIELD. He had been meaning to do something more adventurous for the week he supposedly had off but then, this Wakanda thing just fell into his lap and now, he could not move without alerting the damned Wakandans.
"Hello, Colin. I have arrived."
He stilled for a moment before relaxing as he heard Jin'Ya's voice in his brain, meaning that the dragon was somewhere in the same state as him.
"Where?"
"In the city itself. I have been checking out the portal drop locations and I have to say, the enchantments are really shitty. I should be done correcting them soon. I will contact you in an hour or so."
He barely resisted the urge to yell at the stupid dragon as the mental link was cut off from the other side. That was not what he was here for, and he knew that the enchantments were not really top notch because he didn't need them to be top notch. He had no idea how long he was even going to stay in Uni because lately, it had been feeling like a chore, with Old Man Wong's insistence being the only thing that kept him from dropping out.
Plus, he couldn't exactly afford a Master on Jin'Ya's level when it came to enchantment. It worked so well so why even touch it?
He groaned as he rolled over and face planted into the bed, thinking of his next moves. The Hulk alert had yet to arrive so that was out for now but once he reached the Red Hearth, he should check in on those documents once more. Tony was going to get kidnapped in about a week's time and surprisingly, there has been no movement from his side since the hack.
He didn't know if he had it in him to let Tony suffer, just for the character development. Realistically, there was not much he could do as Colin Baxter but as someone who hoped to follow the Ninja Jesus in his Nin-Nin ways, he could do much, from outright stopping the demonstration from happening or just saving Tony before that missile went off and he was carted off to Yisen who would end up staving off Tony's death temporarily.
That might work, except it might end up depriving Earth of its, almost, greatest hero, something that didn't sit right with him. Tony needed that time in the cave to understand that his weapons were being used for stuff that would not sit right with him, that being a weapons company inherently meant that his weapons would be sold to the good guys as well as the bad guys.
A little brush with death was all that was needed for him to gain another perspective. All of these things were true, yes, but it was not his decision to make. If he could actually go and rescue Tony from experiencing all that horrible stuff, he felt like he had the moral responsibility to save him but then again, he also had to think of the future, especially the future since he knew what was coming.
He sighed and opened his eyes, with steely determination in them. The incident with Shuri told him that he couldn't completely rely on his meta knowledge. He also knew that Tony was getting kidnapped but if his knowledge was not reliable in this timeline, Tony might just die in that cave, never getting the chance to become Iron Man.
That was….unacceptable.
Fetching his phone from the table, he opened the web and searched for Tony Stark, and opened the first link which actually had the itinerary for his visit to a war torn country. Damn, talk about a security nightmare. It was written that Tony had a military presentation on the 23rd of Jan, about 5 days from now.
He had to report to Stark Industries on the 23rd as well. Welp, it's a good thing he had that indefinite deal he signed with Jin'Ya that would allow him to use the Ancient Dragon as a doppelganger.
Locking the phone and throwing it on the dresser, he put his hands behind his head and looked at the starry ceiling, the one he's made using his kinetic lasers, as both practice in modulating the output and also to test his aiming as well as art skills. It was…crooked.
"Huh," he said to himself as he never really saw that before but now that he knew it, he couldn't unsee it.
He will be tailing Tony, from the Mirror Dimension, or rather, Jin'Ya might, depending on who wants to tackle the task of Internship orientation. They would only act if Tony's life was in actual danger, not from the shrapnel or from the disastrous fall in his suit but an actual credible threat to his life.
That should work, as a compromise on both sides. Making sure that Tony is safe and sound but a little roughed up by the terrorists so he finally realises what he has been doing all his life.
Shaking his head, he got up and began changing. Jin'Ya should be here soon and once they swapped places, he had a lot of work to get done on the Red Hearth. He turned to the door as he heard footsteps coming and what do you know, it was Shuri's voice and she had probably just rung his doorbell.
Putting the T-shirt back on, he opened the door, to find Shuri with her hand raised, about to knock for some reason. She took one look at his face and then said.
"Hey! You are Colin, from the University, right?"
He extended his hand, "Yup, that's me, and you are Shuri. Did you just move in?"
She shook his hand, "Yes, I just did, yesterday actually. Can't believe that we live next to each other. What a coincidence!" She said as she invited herself in, walking in his living room like she owned the place.
Yes, what a coincidence, he thought to himself as he plastered a smile on his face while keeping the door open. Who knows what those trigger happy spy bastards might do with their energy weapons if they thought their Princess was in any danger?
His senses might not work because Vibranium was known to absorb most of the energy incident on it, so no noise as they activated their guns and freaking lasered him. He did not want to test his durability against energy weaponry, not yet anyway.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked as he headed into the kitchen.
"Just water."
He nodded and focused on his senses, careful not to funnel too much CHI into his body as his body begins to glow then.
"Here you go. So, what brings you to Seattle? Are you from around here?" He asked as they both sat down, trying to maintain conversation, since he was not supposed to know if she was from here or from the most powerful nation on the planet, dry land that is. Atlantis was a solid contender for the top spot, owing to their vastly more powerful protector and also because of the sheer amount of land they would rule if their claim over all seas was legitimate.
"As you might know, the University has just begun a new venture and I was interested in that. I also needed to go somewhere for college so I just chose this one because it seemed interesting to research cutting edge Material Science." She said with a smile, trying to seem casual but he noted the way her eyes moved over every single thing on display and stayed a bit too long on his computer.
He maintained his smile while internally, it confirmed something for him.
Wakanda has the same suspicion about me being the hacker.
It makes sense, Shuri would definitely be curious about the one who broke through their firewalls within 4 hours. He had no idea they already had Shuri on the helm, so he tried to breach their systems, only to realise that they kept everything air gapped and the only thing he had breached was a media server that was responsible for cataloging a lot of the outside entertainment base.
It had mind boggling amounts of storage and memory though it was ultimately useless since it did not have even a lick of data on Wakandans.
That must have stoked their curiosity in him and now, he had a hyper intelligent, like smarter than Tony, Princess of Wakanda living right next door, looking curiously at him.
God help me.
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Ohh, he in trouble now. Although he could probably distract them with other truths.
Shuri: "So you are the hacker who penetrated Wakanda's cybersecurity!"
Colin: "What? No, I'm a wizard."
Shuri: "…huh?"
Colin: "Yeah, most of the other secret civilizations on the planet know about you guys. They're not super impressed."
I think you meant to reverse the order here - "to the bad guys as well as the good guys." Since he already knew about the (nominal) good guys.
Shuri: "So you are the hacker who penetrated Wakanda's cybersecurity!"
Colin: "What? No, I'm a wizard."
Shuri: "…huh?"
Colin: "Yeah, most of the other secret civilizations on the planet know about you guys. They're not super impressed."
I think you meant to reverse the order here - "to the bad guys as well as the good guys." Since he already knew about the (nominal) good guys.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #19 : Dinnner with Shuri Udaku....
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DoorMan #19
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
The more he talked to Shuri, the more he was certain that they were onto him. Well, they thought they were onto him because he would not slip up, not while he had Jin'Ya on his side. Speaking of the ancient Dragon, what was taking so long?
It had been almost an hour and he was getting tired of hosting Shuri. No matter how many times he tried to steer the conversation towards her origin, she put it right back on the track of Colin Baxter and what he did. What his hobbies were, what he did in his spare time, his family, and more.
He smirked internally as they tried to gather information on Old Man Wong. He had gone to pretty great lengths to make sure that what little information was out there on him, was very hard to access.
He had to have some digital footprint or else it would draw even more suspicion. He had to have a social security number, a passport, some investments, banking transactions, a small loan, a driver's license, and more. Any of these things would not reveal a single significant thing about him but he had to have them, just so he could reduce suspicion.
Besides, if these fools tried something on Old Man Wong, they would be in for a pretty rude surprise, and by some miracle, if they put even a scratch on Wong, well, the forcefield around their city would keep outsiders out but once he was in, the same forcefield would keep them inside, with him.
Getting tired of this and using the excuse of it getting dark outside, he slapped his knees and stood up, "Well, it's getting dark. I still have to make dinner so, I'll–"
"You should come over!"
He choked on his words as he looked at the now far too cheerfully smiling Shuri.
"What?"
"Yeah, you should come over. It'll be great, like a housewarming party. Ooh, I better go, I'll call you when dinner's ready?" She thrust her phone in his direction and he leaned away from it as if it was a live demon Naga, a half-snake half-man demon.
In the end, he couldn't even refuse as he inputted his number and watched her leave his apartment.
"Bye!"
He smiled half heartedly as he waved goodbye before slamming the door shut, leaning against it, and sliding down in resignation.
Why did I just agree to that? He questioned himself as he slammed his head back on the door, gently since he didn't want to put a hole in the door and put his head out of it. That would be one awkward conversation.
As far as he could sense, he didn't sense any advanced electronics or the signature all purpose Kimoyo Beads that she could use to scan everything in sight but one could never be too paranoid so he resolved to maintain steady CHI output consistent with normal humans for all the time he would be in that apartment.
He felt tense, as if he was walking into a trap of some sort.
Yeah right. As if the Princess of Wakanda would go somewhere else to study Material sciences. He scoffed internally. T'Chaka would have built her whatever size lab she wanted if she had just asked.
"Well, this is interesting." He nearly jumped out of his skin as Jin'Ya's voice revered all around him, not through the mental link.
He looked around and hissed into his mind, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry, I am just using the airwaves to speak to you. Everything is isolated, not even someone standing right next to you would hear me speak." Such was the confidence that came from honing your telekinetic prowess for literal millennia.
He sighed in relief as he stood up to boil some eggs. He was sure that whatever dinner that was awaiting him in that den would not complete his daily protein intake, so eggs it was. Protein came first.
"Just…come here soon."
"You got it."
He did not look forward to whatever mac and cheese meal she could make, he thought as he collapsed on the sofa, doom scrolling on his phone as the 10 eggs were set to boil with an automatic timer that would kick in and stop the flame.
He then paused in his scrolling, and then mentally kicked himself for having any preconceived notions about Shuri, based on his meta knowledge. This was an entirely different person he was dealing with, someone who was born in a different era, grew up with a set of parents that might have had a completely different set of personalities, alongside an older brother whose personality might have changed completely after having a younger sister that was much closer to his age.
If he remembered correctly, in the MCU, Shuri was like 20 years younger than T'Challa, something absurd like that.
Perking up, he opened the university website, logged in using his student ID, and began looking for course lists. It was public data, to see the names of the students enrolled in different courses.
The Material Sciences course had a lot of enrollments, probably because of the promised shiny new investments in any and every research project. Most of these students were probably there to make money and that was fine, everyone had to eat but in his opinion, if one wanted to advance their own field so much that people began throwing money at them, one had to be passionate about the subject, or willing to work like a donkey and have the corresponding talent.
Filtering the list alphabetically, he scrolled down and finally found the name. Shuri Udaku, huh, so that's their surname, or more probably, that was the designated fake surname Wakanda used everywhere on the planet.
So, she was speaking the truth. She was enrolled in the program or at least her name was on the list. She could have just as easily hacked the whole thing so who knows? Dropping the phone on the coffee table, he leaned back and rubbed his eyes as he thought of how he could get out of this predicament.
Yes, he only had four days before he was whisked off to LA but something told him that even that wouldn't be enough plus, he had stuff, important stuff that needed to be taken care of before his internship. Jin'Ya could act as his substitute in many matters but not at Ta-Lo, the old dragon might just provoke the poor old Water Dragon in Ta-Lo. That dragon did not have a name or rather, no one knew it.
When asked, Jin'Ya told him that all Dragons guarded their true names zealously as it could be used to cause immense harm to not just the Dragons themselves but to their entire bloodlines. With draconic birth rates being what they were, none of the Dragons wanted the slightest chance of harm to come to their younglings.
If a Dragon told someone their true name, it meant that the Dragon trusted the person with not just the Dragon's wellbeing but also with its future children. That level of trust was rare and it was probably also the reason why the Water Dragon was just called "guardian patron" by the locals.
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Meanwhile, Stark Industries HQ, LA.
–Tony Stark–
"Hey! Look who's here! My shining star!" He smiled as he hugged Obi, his father in all but name. Growing up, he remembered seeing Obi a lot more than his own father. His father trusted the man and so did he, as most of the operations in the company were overseen by the man himself.
"Hey Obi, how's it going?" He sat down in Obi's cabin, which was surprisingly simple. He expected a lot more opulence.
"Great, great. All thanks to you, my once in a century genius. With our new Jericho missiles, well, let's just say that you are about to make a lot of people even richer. The stock market is going to riot once they see the amount of zeroes on the cheque that the Army will be throwing at us." Obi grinned and slid him a whiskey, neat, just like he liked.
"Yeah, about that.."
Obi's smile left his face as he leaned forward, "What? Is something wrong with the Missiles? Do we need to recall the ones sent forward for the demonstration?"
He waved his hand, "No! No, nothing like that. The missiles should work perfectly fine. It was just that I was looking for the production manifesto and couldn't find any. Do we keep it in physical files or something?" He slightly joked at Obi since everything was mandated to be kept on secured encrypted servers as per Company policy.
The encounter with the hacker left him with some questions, some uncomfortable questions that could be easily answered since he had access to all of Stark Industries' files. Unfortunately, as he later found out, he did not have access to all the files, for some reason.
Hence, his reason for visiting Obi. He needed to check the manifesto and see how many were produced and sold to check for himself if company policies were being followed or not.
"Oh, that? Yeah, we moved to strict physical copies once you informed us of the breach last year. Most sensitive information is kept like that. Unfortunately, I don't have that list on BUT don't worry, I will make sure it is delivered to you before you leave for Afghanistan. You leave in 2 days, right?"
He nodded.
"Don't worry, I will take care of it. It's my mistake anyway, I should have given you a copy in the beginning itself but I was just so busy, you know how it is.."
He waved his hands to calm the man down, "I understand, truly. It is some idle curiosity of mine. We can go over the files once I am back from Afghanistan anyway." He stood up from the chair, ready to leave since he was satisfied with the answers.
"Since you're here, I thought we might just get some dinner, you know, you & I haven't had dinner in years now."
Putting on his coat, he spoke, "What? That can't be right. What about that–"
"I'm not talking about award functions, Tony." The man said in an exasperated tone and he grinned at the man.
"See you around, Obi."
"See you, Tony!"
Tony turned around and missed the flash of hatred on Obi's face, as Tony headed back to his car, ready to relax for the 2 days before he had to endure the scorching weather of Afghanistan.
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A/N -
In some comics, Shuri's surname is Udaku and their rule was known as the Udaku Dynasty of Wakanda.
Something something True Draconic names being precious, something something witchcraft dangerous.
Also, Tony has begun asking the right questions but apparently, forgot to trust the right person.
Poor Tones
DoorMan #19
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
The more he talked to Shuri, the more he was certain that they were onto him. Well, they thought they were onto him because he would not slip up, not while he had Jin'Ya on his side. Speaking of the ancient Dragon, what was taking so long?
It had been almost an hour and he was getting tired of hosting Shuri. No matter how many times he tried to steer the conversation towards her origin, she put it right back on the track of Colin Baxter and what he did. What his hobbies were, what he did in his spare time, his family, and more.
He smirked internally as they tried to gather information on Old Man Wong. He had gone to pretty great lengths to make sure that what little information was out there on him, was very hard to access.
He had to have some digital footprint or else it would draw even more suspicion. He had to have a social security number, a passport, some investments, banking transactions, a small loan, a driver's license, and more. Any of these things would not reveal a single significant thing about him but he had to have them, just so he could reduce suspicion.
Besides, if these fools tried something on Old Man Wong, they would be in for a pretty rude surprise, and by some miracle, if they put even a scratch on Wong, well, the forcefield around their city would keep outsiders out but once he was in, the same forcefield would keep them inside, with him.
Getting tired of this and using the excuse of it getting dark outside, he slapped his knees and stood up, "Well, it's getting dark. I still have to make dinner so, I'll–"
"You should come over!"
He choked on his words as he looked at the now far too cheerfully smiling Shuri.
"What?"
"Yeah, you should come over. It'll be great, like a housewarming party. Ooh, I better go, I'll call you when dinner's ready?" She thrust her phone in his direction and he leaned away from it as if it was a live demon Naga, a half-snake half-man demon.
In the end, he couldn't even refuse as he inputted his number and watched her leave his apartment.
"Bye!"
He smiled half heartedly as he waved goodbye before slamming the door shut, leaning against it, and sliding down in resignation.
Why did I just agree to that? He questioned himself as he slammed his head back on the door, gently since he didn't want to put a hole in the door and put his head out of it. That would be one awkward conversation.
As far as he could sense, he didn't sense any advanced electronics or the signature all purpose Kimoyo Beads that she could use to scan everything in sight but one could never be too paranoid so he resolved to maintain steady CHI output consistent with normal humans for all the time he would be in that apartment.
He felt tense, as if he was walking into a trap of some sort.
Yeah right. As if the Princess of Wakanda would go somewhere else to study Material sciences. He scoffed internally. T'Chaka would have built her whatever size lab she wanted if she had just asked.
"Well, this is interesting." He nearly jumped out of his skin as Jin'Ya's voice revered all around him, not through the mental link.
He looked around and hissed into his mind, "What are you doing?"
"Oh, don't worry, I am just using the airwaves to speak to you. Everything is isolated, not even someone standing right next to you would hear me speak." Such was the confidence that came from honing your telekinetic prowess for literal millennia.
He sighed in relief as he stood up to boil some eggs. He was sure that whatever dinner that was awaiting him in that den would not complete his daily protein intake, so eggs it was. Protein came first.
"Just…come here soon."
"You got it."
He did not look forward to whatever mac and cheese meal she could make, he thought as he collapsed on the sofa, doom scrolling on his phone as the 10 eggs were set to boil with an automatic timer that would kick in and stop the flame.
He then paused in his scrolling, and then mentally kicked himself for having any preconceived notions about Shuri, based on his meta knowledge. This was an entirely different person he was dealing with, someone who was born in a different era, grew up with a set of parents that might have had a completely different set of personalities, alongside an older brother whose personality might have changed completely after having a younger sister that was much closer to his age.
If he remembered correctly, in the MCU, Shuri was like 20 years younger than T'Challa, something absurd like that.
Perking up, he opened the university website, logged in using his student ID, and began looking for course lists. It was public data, to see the names of the students enrolled in different courses.
The Material Sciences course had a lot of enrollments, probably because of the promised shiny new investments in any and every research project. Most of these students were probably there to make money and that was fine, everyone had to eat but in his opinion, if one wanted to advance their own field so much that people began throwing money at them, one had to be passionate about the subject, or willing to work like a donkey and have the corresponding talent.
Filtering the list alphabetically, he scrolled down and finally found the name. Shuri Udaku, huh, so that's their surname, or more probably, that was the designated fake surname Wakanda used everywhere on the planet.
So, she was speaking the truth. She was enrolled in the program or at least her name was on the list. She could have just as easily hacked the whole thing so who knows? Dropping the phone on the coffee table, he leaned back and rubbed his eyes as he thought of how he could get out of this predicament.
Yes, he only had four days before he was whisked off to LA but something told him that even that wouldn't be enough plus, he had stuff, important stuff that needed to be taken care of before his internship. Jin'Ya could act as his substitute in many matters but not at Ta-Lo, the old dragon might just provoke the poor old Water Dragon in Ta-Lo. That dragon did not have a name or rather, no one knew it.
When asked, Jin'Ya told him that all Dragons guarded their true names zealously as it could be used to cause immense harm to not just the Dragons themselves but to their entire bloodlines. With draconic birth rates being what they were, none of the Dragons wanted the slightest chance of harm to come to their younglings.
If a Dragon told someone their true name, it meant that the Dragon trusted the person with not just the Dragon's wellbeing but also with its future children. That level of trust was rare and it was probably also the reason why the Water Dragon was just called "guardian patron" by the locals.
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Meanwhile, Stark Industries HQ, LA.
–Tony Stark–
"Hey! Look who's here! My shining star!" He smiled as he hugged Obi, his father in all but name. Growing up, he remembered seeing Obi a lot more than his own father. His father trusted the man and so did he, as most of the operations in the company were overseen by the man himself.
"Hey Obi, how's it going?" He sat down in Obi's cabin, which was surprisingly simple. He expected a lot more opulence.
"Great, great. All thanks to you, my once in a century genius. With our new Jericho missiles, well, let's just say that you are about to make a lot of people even richer. The stock market is going to riot once they see the amount of zeroes on the cheque that the Army will be throwing at us." Obi grinned and slid him a whiskey, neat, just like he liked.
"Yeah, about that.."
Obi's smile left his face as he leaned forward, "What? Is something wrong with the Missiles? Do we need to recall the ones sent forward for the demonstration?"
He waved his hand, "No! No, nothing like that. The missiles should work perfectly fine. It was just that I was looking for the production manifesto and couldn't find any. Do we keep it in physical files or something?" He slightly joked at Obi since everything was mandated to be kept on secured encrypted servers as per Company policy.
The encounter with the hacker left him with some questions, some uncomfortable questions that could be easily answered since he had access to all of Stark Industries' files. Unfortunately, as he later found out, he did not have access to all the files, for some reason.
Hence, his reason for visiting Obi. He needed to check the manifesto and see how many were produced and sold to check for himself if company policies were being followed or not.
"Oh, that? Yeah, we moved to strict physical copies once you informed us of the breach last year. Most sensitive information is kept like that. Unfortunately, I don't have that list on BUT don't worry, I will make sure it is delivered to you before you leave for Afghanistan. You leave in 2 days, right?"
He nodded.
"Don't worry, I will take care of it. It's my mistake anyway, I should have given you a copy in the beginning itself but I was just so busy, you know how it is.."
He waved his hands to calm the man down, "I understand, truly. It is some idle curiosity of mine. We can go over the files once I am back from Afghanistan anyway." He stood up from the chair, ready to leave since he was satisfied with the answers.
"Since you're here, I thought we might just get some dinner, you know, you & I haven't had dinner in years now."
Putting on his coat, he spoke, "What? That can't be right. What about that–"
"I'm not talking about award functions, Tony." The man said in an exasperated tone and he grinned at the man.
"See you around, Obi."
"See you, Tony!"
Tony turned around and missed the flash of hatred on Obi's face, as Tony headed back to his car, ready to relax for the 2 days before he had to endure the scorching weather of Afghanistan.
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A/N -
In some comics, Shuri's surname is Udaku and their rule was known as the Udaku Dynasty of Wakanda.
Something something True Draconic names being precious, something something witchcraft dangerous.
Also, Tony has begun asking the right questions but apparently, forgot to trust the right person.
Poor Tones
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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #20 : Mac & Cheese failure!
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A/N - Shuri is talking to the people from Wakanda in Xhosa but I can't type that, now can I? So English it is.
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 #20
Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Shuri Udaku–
Smiling, she entered her apartment, only to lose it as she scowled at the Dora Milaje standing still in her living room.
"What are you doing there? Get off the window!" She hissed and had to physically pry one of the War Dogs Baba had sicced on her when she was finally given permission to come study in the States.
She snapped her fingers behind her which released a wave of energy from the door that covered the entire apartment, shimmering a dim purple before disappearing from view, and then spoke in a normal tone, "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want you here."
"But Princess Shuri, we have orders from the King to protect you with–"
"Yeah yeah, your lives. I know but that doesn't mean that you have to stay so close to me all this time. If you haven't noticed, this is a one bedroom apartment."
The Dora Milaje assigned to her shook her head, as did the War Dog, "Doesn't matter. We shall sleep on the floor or in the closet. What matters is your safety."
"Argh!" She groaned in frustration as she stormed into the kitchen. She had dinner to cook for the Colin Baxter, the most powerful hacker on the planet, and she had no time to waste on these people who refused to leave her.
"No! What do you wish to eat, My Princess? I will fetch it for you. We can't let you cook." He raised an eyebrow at the hand that was holding her wrist which finally caused the Dora Milaje to release it.
Taking in a deep breath, she closed the fridge and turned to them who looked just about ready for war. She was about to say something but something caught her eye. Something that was hanging innocently off the War Dog's utility belt.
Her eyes widened as she marched up to the man who backed up progressively until he was flush against the wall. Gingerly taking hold of the sphere hanging on the utility belt, she carefully removed it and held it close to his face, which caused him to widen his eyes and try to back away even more.
"What. IS. THIS?" She asked, livid.
"M-My Princess, that is…the… Prince T'Challa was worried about–"
"Are you serious? You brought this? A tachyon bomb here? What were you planning on doing, erasing the entire building?" her glare could kill him here if she had powers like that. Taking hold of the Tachyon bomb, she fetched her Kimoyo beads and touched both of them together before deactivating the bomb.
With a slight whine, with yellow light escaping the sphere, the Tachyon Bomb was defused. She did not know what her brother was thinking, allowing wartime heavy weaponry to be used just for her protection. A bomb was not a protection tool, it was meant for destruction and the one she gave to the Wakandan Royal Military was capable of erasing entire city blocks within an instant.
This small bomb could erase this entire 6 storey building with ease. The ones she had locked up in her lab could erase smaller towns, with designs capable of destroying cities just sitting in her mind, though they would never see the light of day.
She refused to make anything more than that because she could not even imagine the fallout from even a single application.
Until and unless she saw the first hostile alien with her eyes, she would not be making any weapon more potent than the Tachyon bombs. They were straight up matter disintegration bombs, with Vibranium backed energy shields being the only thing capable of stopping the wave of disintegration.
Conveniently, Wakanda was situated underneath one such forcefield meaning once they used this bomb on their enemies, even if they were right at Wakanda's doorsteps, the damage would be contained, something that no doubt pleased the War Council.
A necessary evil as she had used the same bomb to get funding and more importantly, permission to slowly release their advanced medical cures to the rest of the world. So far, the signs pointed to the cures being suppressed and/or being sold for a fortune by the outsiders themselves.
There was not much she could do in that case because her hands were tied until T'Challa was king but the fact that the outsiders would just let people die, simply for money and not even life changing money but money just for the sake of more money, was….predictable. After all, she was privy to the extensive monitoring done by Wakanda on the state of their neighbours and the ones who ruled over them.
Sighing, she turned to the Dora Milaje, showing her the now smoking Tachyon bomb, "THIS is the reason I did not want any protection. I also knew that I would not get total freedom so, here.." She gestured forward with her finger, and the Kimoyo Beads on both of her wardens glowed slightly as the data was forwarded.
"I have rented an apartment just below this one. If you must be with me, try not to come in my way. Now, leave, I have to make dinner."
"Dinner, My princess? I am well versed in cooking. She can fetch anything you might like and I am more than capable of cooking anything you like. That is part of the reason why I was chosen." The War Dog said, sounding very excited at the prospect of cooking.
Wrinkling her brows, she refused the offer, "No, I will be the one to make dinner. Besides, it's just Mac and Cheese. How hard could it be?"
Both of them looked at each other before the War Dog opened his mouth, "um, princess, can we stay," He hastily added after her pointed glare, "Only until you are done cooking."
She bit out, "Fine." A little supervision shouldn't hurt, especially since this was the first time she would be cooking.
Plus, how hard could it really be? She had seen Americans do it.
Thankfully, the fridge was fully stocked and she knew that there was Mac and Cheese in it. Hopefully, it will be fine.
…….
……
"So, how is it?" She asked her two experimental test subjects, each of whom sported strained smiles on their faces.
"It is…edible, My Princess." The War Dog said and got swatted on the shoulder by the Dora Milaje. She leaned forward to scoop up a piece but the War Dog snatched the plate from the table and just gobbled it all up.
"What are you doing?" She hastily asked. Her eyes widened even more as the Dora Milaje did the same.
As the War Dog finally finished swallowing her food, he choked out, "I'm sorry, My Princess, it was so good that I couldn't help myself."
Her hand still outstretched mid air, she deadpanned at the man as she took the pan off the stove and threw the rest of it in the trash. Turning around, "I've seen Friends."
She then sighed and looked at the clock, it was 7, "Guess cooking is not as easy as it looks."
"Um, My Princess? Why are you cooking? Why did you invite the white man here anyway?"
Sitting down at the dining table with them, "That is Colin Baxter, he is one of the people I wanted to meet during my time in the States since I don't know when I will come here next."
"Oh." Both of them exchanged looks before the War Dog stood up, "I'll cook. If he is worthy of Princess' time, then he must be truly something."
She turned around as the man began cooking, "He is. He is the closest to cracking the efficient data transmission pipeline that I built years ago. I have seen some of his hypotheses and the exact principles are the same ones we use for our global Military communication."
The man paused and then turned around, "Wouldn't that make him a security risk then?"
She waved the man off, "Pssh. He is barely at the theoretical level. I have already invented it. By the time Colin reaches the code stage, we would have already moved on. No need to worry about that."
"I see. Still, I think we must inform the King about his existence."
"He is right, My Princess. We must make sure that Wakanda's interests are protected before everything else."
Her brows furrowed as she thought about it and then shrugged, "Sure. Just don't tell him that we had dinner. I don't need Baba raining down missiles on the poor man."
All of them shared a laugh at that, not knowing what chain of events Shuri had set up when she uttered the words that made Colin Baxter a threat to Wakandan Military assets globally.
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
A/N - It is my headcanon that Shuri & T'Challa had no idea about Wakanda's deplorable actions in killing foreign scientists who come too close to their own advancements. Their respect for their father would have certainly gone down the drain.
P.S. - The Friends Reference
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 #20
Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Shuri Udaku–
Smiling, she entered her apartment, only to lose it as she scowled at the Dora Milaje standing still in her living room.
"What are you doing there? Get off the window!" She hissed and had to physically pry one of the War Dogs Baba had sicced on her when she was finally given permission to come study in the States.
She snapped her fingers behind her which released a wave of energy from the door that covered the entire apartment, shimmering a dim purple before disappearing from view, and then spoke in a normal tone, "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want you here."
"But Princess Shuri, we have orders from the King to protect you with–"
"Yeah yeah, your lives. I know but that doesn't mean that you have to stay so close to me all this time. If you haven't noticed, this is a one bedroom apartment."
The Dora Milaje assigned to her shook her head, as did the War Dog, "Doesn't matter. We shall sleep on the floor or in the closet. What matters is your safety."
"Argh!" She groaned in frustration as she stormed into the kitchen. She had dinner to cook for the Colin Baxter, the most powerful hacker on the planet, and she had no time to waste on these people who refused to leave her.
"No! What do you wish to eat, My Princess? I will fetch it for you. We can't let you cook." He raised an eyebrow at the hand that was holding her wrist which finally caused the Dora Milaje to release it.
Taking in a deep breath, she closed the fridge and turned to them who looked just about ready for war. She was about to say something but something caught her eye. Something that was hanging innocently off the War Dog's utility belt.
Her eyes widened as she marched up to the man who backed up progressively until he was flush against the wall. Gingerly taking hold of the sphere hanging on the utility belt, she carefully removed it and held it close to his face, which caused him to widen his eyes and try to back away even more.
"What. IS. THIS?" She asked, livid.
"M-My Princess, that is…the… Prince T'Challa was worried about–"
"Are you serious? You brought this? A tachyon bomb here? What were you planning on doing, erasing the entire building?" her glare could kill him here if she had powers like that. Taking hold of the Tachyon bomb, she fetched her Kimoyo beads and touched both of them together before deactivating the bomb.
With a slight whine, with yellow light escaping the sphere, the Tachyon Bomb was defused. She did not know what her brother was thinking, allowing wartime heavy weaponry to be used just for her protection. A bomb was not a protection tool, it was meant for destruction and the one she gave to the Wakandan Royal Military was capable of erasing entire city blocks within an instant.
This small bomb could erase this entire 6 storey building with ease. The ones she had locked up in her lab could erase smaller towns, with designs capable of destroying cities just sitting in her mind, though they would never see the light of day.
She refused to make anything more than that because she could not even imagine the fallout from even a single application.
Until and unless she saw the first hostile alien with her eyes, she would not be making any weapon more potent than the Tachyon bombs. They were straight up matter disintegration bombs, with Vibranium backed energy shields being the only thing capable of stopping the wave of disintegration.
Conveniently, Wakanda was situated underneath one such forcefield meaning once they used this bomb on their enemies, even if they were right at Wakanda's doorsteps, the damage would be contained, something that no doubt pleased the War Council.
A necessary evil as she had used the same bomb to get funding and more importantly, permission to slowly release their advanced medical cures to the rest of the world. So far, the signs pointed to the cures being suppressed and/or being sold for a fortune by the outsiders themselves.
There was not much she could do in that case because her hands were tied until T'Challa was king but the fact that the outsiders would just let people die, simply for money and not even life changing money but money just for the sake of more money, was….predictable. After all, she was privy to the extensive monitoring done by Wakanda on the state of their neighbours and the ones who ruled over them.
Sighing, she turned to the Dora Milaje, showing her the now smoking Tachyon bomb, "THIS is the reason I did not want any protection. I also knew that I would not get total freedom so, here.." She gestured forward with her finger, and the Kimoyo Beads on both of her wardens glowed slightly as the data was forwarded.
"I have rented an apartment just below this one. If you must be with me, try not to come in my way. Now, leave, I have to make dinner."
"Dinner, My princess? I am well versed in cooking. She can fetch anything you might like and I am more than capable of cooking anything you like. That is part of the reason why I was chosen." The War Dog said, sounding very excited at the prospect of cooking.
Wrinkling her brows, she refused the offer, "No, I will be the one to make dinner. Besides, it's just Mac and Cheese. How hard could it be?"
Both of them looked at each other before the War Dog opened his mouth, "um, princess, can we stay," He hastily added after her pointed glare, "Only until you are done cooking."
She bit out, "Fine." A little supervision shouldn't hurt, especially since this was the first time she would be cooking.
Plus, how hard could it really be? She had seen Americans do it.
Thankfully, the fridge was fully stocked and she knew that there was Mac and Cheese in it. Hopefully, it will be fine.
…….
……
"So, how is it?" She asked her two experimental test subjects, each of whom sported strained smiles on their faces.
"It is…edible, My Princess." The War Dog said and got swatted on the shoulder by the Dora Milaje. She leaned forward to scoop up a piece but the War Dog snatched the plate from the table and just gobbled it all up.
"What are you doing?" She hastily asked. Her eyes widened even more as the Dora Milaje did the same.
As the War Dog finally finished swallowing her food, he choked out, "I'm sorry, My Princess, it was so good that I couldn't help myself."
Her hand still outstretched mid air, she deadpanned at the man as she took the pan off the stove and threw the rest of it in the trash. Turning around, "I've seen Friends."
She then sighed and looked at the clock, it was 7, "Guess cooking is not as easy as it looks."
"Um, My Princess? Why are you cooking? Why did you invite the white man here anyway?"
Sitting down at the dining table with them, "That is Colin Baxter, he is one of the people I wanted to meet during my time in the States since I don't know when I will come here next."
"Oh." Both of them exchanged looks before the War Dog stood up, "I'll cook. If he is worthy of Princess' time, then he must be truly something."
She turned around as the man began cooking, "He is. He is the closest to cracking the efficient data transmission pipeline that I built years ago. I have seen some of his hypotheses and the exact principles are the same ones we use for our global Military communication."
The man paused and then turned around, "Wouldn't that make him a security risk then?"
She waved the man off, "Pssh. He is barely at the theoretical level. I have already invented it. By the time Colin reaches the code stage, we would have already moved on. No need to worry about that."
"I see. Still, I think we must inform the King about his existence."
"He is right, My Princess. We must make sure that Wakanda's interests are protected before everything else."
Her brows furrowed as she thought about it and then shrugged, "Sure. Just don't tell him that we had dinner. I don't need Baba raining down missiles on the poor man."
All of them shared a laugh at that, not knowing what chain of events Shuri had set up when she uttered the words that made Colin Baxter a threat to Wakandan Military assets globally.
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
A/N - It is my headcanon that Shuri & T'Challa had no idea about Wakanda's deplorable actions in killing foreign scientists who come too close to their own advancements. Their respect for their father would have certainly gone down the drain.
P.S. - The Friends Reference
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What if you put it in italics? That would make it easy to tell when they're speaking another language.
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But wouldn't that make it odd to read? Having entire swathes of the chapter in Italics?
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Not really in my opinion. Maybe if you changed the font color but just putting it in italics is fine if you ask me. In this chapter you don't really need it since they're speaking the same language in the entire chapter but in a future chapter where more than one language is being spoken you could use italics to show the difference.
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This reminds me of how much I dislike Wakanda. And how Shuri is portrayed in the mcu. Do the Wakandans here have much contact with magic? If not, they would probably quantify it as a security risk, although I don't see them being prepared for various "exotic" effects.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #21 : Ninja Jesus to the Rescue!
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DoorMan #21
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"So, are you finally going to get yourself a mate?" He choked on the water as Jin'Ya spoke directly into his mind since it was still dangerous for both of them to be in his apartment since it could be bugged seven ways to Sunday.
"What?! No. Why would you even ask that? You know exactly well how human customs work," He grumbled as he had to wipe the water off his T-shirt and since he was still possibly under surveillance, he could not open a wind gate and dry it out, or a fire gate but that would be overkill since he would have to use most of his focus to restrict the flow of energy and only allow some air to go in and then come out superheated for it to work or else, pure fire will come tumbling through the Door and burn this entire place down.
Jin'Ya chortled in his mind, "I know, which is what makes this so funny. You had no idea how to say no and that is why you are now about to have dinner with the same people whose ideology you utterly despise."
Seeing that wiping the water was not working, he threw the shirt into the laundry bin and took out a new one, "Not their entire ideology, just the part where they try to hinder the rest of the world from advancing while they steal anything they could get their hands on. Wonder why they didn't steal from Howard Stark? The man was a genius of his era, and probably had tech that Wakanda wanted."
"Probably because of the attention it would bring."
"Yeah, fat load of good it did Howard Stark. The man died an ignominious death all the same. HYDRA scum."
"Yeah, about that, I have something that might interest you. The man next door, he is not just any War Dog as the Princess thinks him to be, he is one of the head honchos. His thoughts just turned into a very ugly direction when he heard from the Princess that you were making significant progress in your technology."
A chill ran down his spine as a harsh frown formed on his face. "Are they here for that? Is Shuri here just to kill me?"
"No, that's the thing. The Princess doesn't know a thing. The man is now planning to report it to his superior and recommend that you be killed." Jin'Ya spoke into his mind as the dragon was nearby, probably lounging high up in the air in one of the many green spaces surrounding the apartment complex. The ancient dragon was tiny and could camouflage his body against all types of technology that existed on the planet.
The only he could be tracked is if someone was specifically looking for psionic energy and that was still a long way away.
He took a deep breath and relaxed. That was still a sore topic for him, especially since he traced a pattern in their actions and how they hid their involvement in it. Promising young scientists were killed in accidents, killed in ways that were probably painful. To kill someone for something so selfish and then not even have the decency to give them a painless death?
That was unacceptable in his opinion.
"It is just the man. We can handle whatever comes our way. Worst comes to worst, I will just open a Door next to the weakest sun and show them just what awaits them if I am further targeted."
"Whoa! Whoa, calm down, Colin. You said it yourself, we can't treat them as enemies. We need the next generation to help the rest of the world, not make them your enemies."
"Fine," He spat as he looked at the clock as it struck 7:30 PM. Shuri should have texted him by now.
"Jin'Ya, we are moving to LA next week, both for my internship and also because we need to make sure Tony becomes Iron Man. Postpone whatever activities you might have because you will be overlooking Tony for the entire time he is in Afghanistan." He ordered the dragon since this was one of the very few things where he could tell the Dragon to do something and he would comply.
He read a sense of indifference at his words from the mental link, "Pfft. Don't worry about that. I can stay anywhere on the planet and still sense a mind once I have sufficiently marked it."
He countered, "But can you make sure he is safe? Can you deflect bullets from that distance or if need be, conduct delicate heart surgery?"
"But ofcourse!"
"I meant, can your body handle that much psionic energy being pumped into it?"
"I will look into it."
And that was that.
He was about to read a book, just to pass the time when his phone chimed.
[ Dinner should be done in 15 - Shuri ]
Wow, that was awfully informal of her. Shouldn't she be wary of being so friendly with a stranger, much less an "outsider" in their own terminology?
An entire nation of racists and xenophobes. Goes to tell that the fault lies in the human race itself, irrespective of color, and that…is the best argument against racism. That human nature defaults to the same setting, irrespective of setting, color, age, etc.
Getting ready, he wished himself luck and after 15 minutes, knocked on the apartment next door. His base level senses told him of the absence of any breathing in the apartment aside from Shuri's. That either meant they were hiding much better than he had expected them to or they had actually vacated the place, which was surprising.
Jin'Ya chimed in his mind who was tagging along for the ride, "They are in the apartment below you, armed with everything they have, ready to eviscerate you at a moment's notice. Also, the man has already reported your activities to his superior along with the recommendation. The Dora Milaje does not know."
Yeah, he figured so. Let them come.
"This is a nice apartment. When did you get the time to do all this?" He asked as he saw the artwork on the walls, immaculate furniture placement, fully stocked cabinets, and more. Both of them had the same layout apartments and yet, hers looked so much more luxurious than his. Perks of being a princess, he supposed.
"Yeah, I had a friend of mine hire some people before I moved here to get everything set up. It does look nice, doesn't it?" Shuri mused as she moved into the kitchen, to get whatever she had cooked up and he sat down at the dining table, wary of any sudden vibranium nets falling on him or something.
"You can just blast it all away or just heat everything around you to the point of self immolation."
"Get out of my mind, Jin'Ya!" He raged at the Dragon who cackled madly in his mind and said, "Never!"
He sighed and let the dragon be. After all, there was not much he could do in that instance. The Red Hearth was a magical sanctuary, not just in words but an actual, real life magical sanctuary, a beacon of magic on an otherwise dead planet.
The thing with the universe is that magic is everywhere, even on dead planets but the magic is just dispersed everywhere, chaotic and messy. Having his Red Hearth in that place with all the wards on it, gave the chaotic magic a direction, an Order to its unruly chaos. That magic then began shaping itself into a ley line that should go right underneath his Red Hearth and should be fully formed in about 5 more years.
Once that happens, life will start appearing on the planet after a century or so of the Ley Line being active. That, while being a happy surprise, created complications. Like the Red Hearth and the magic being pumped into it could not be handled by him, who was the magical owner of the place.
So, he had to form a guardian contract with Jin'ya, designating him the official guardian of the Red Hearth, officially forging a semi permanent contract with Jin'Ya, as long as both of them were alive. It also had a minor side effect of the contract and its strength, since it was reinforced by the Vishanti themselves who wished to have another planet teeming with life, right next to Earth for reasons unknown, which made sure that their mind bond bypassed his power completely and latched directly to his mind.
That created a direct unbreakable connection between their minds. Normally, it was fine and desirable even since nothing could break that bond but right now, the damned dragon was just being annoying on purpose.
"Here. Mac and Cheese, I hope you like it." Shuri came out of the kitchen with two plates in her hand. It actually looked…nice. So, he complimented her.
"It looks really nice," He said as he took a bite and yup, totally normal and tasty, plain old Mac & Cheese.
"Thanks."
Just like that, they both ate in companionable silence right up until Shuri broke it.
"So, I read your paper on the new data transmission pipeline. Theoretically, if you could do it, it would mean billions in savings for the world, right?"
He looked up and nodded, "Yup. That is the goal."
Inwardly, he sneered. She probably already built the damned thing and was probably internally laughing at his backward ass.
Well, not everyone can be geniuses like her.
"You're interested in theoretical computer science? That is a heavy field, not to mention on the other spectrum of Material Sciences." He casually commented.
"Oh, yeah. I am more of a multidisciplinary person. For the time being, Material Sciences is the quest but I do like to read on the Computer Science side in my downtime."
He opened his mouth to ask more, just so he could make her trip but stopped midway, not even letting an emotion show as he received an alert from Jin'Ya. Cleaning his face with the napkin, he set down the spoon & fork. Apologising to Shuri, "I am so sorry but I just remembered that I have an important meeting. Thank you so much for the Dinner, I'll host you as soon as I get the time."
"W=what happened? Is everything fine?"
"I'm so sorry," He yelled as he left her apartment.
"Jin'Ya?"
"Done. She doesn't suspect a thing and I scanned her mind, there are no sensors installed in your apartment though the guy below is definitely planning on it. Also, they only have a single drone in this area. It is big but I have already implanted a suggestion in Shuri's mind to make it inactive and go to sleep. The guards will just watch over her and not even look in your apartment's direction." Jin'Ya spoke into his mind.
"Great." He said as he jumped into a portal that formed in his living room, with Jin'Ya on the other side, which was mid air.
"W-whoa!" He glared balefully at the dragon who did not have the decency to catch him with his telekinesis and so he had to open multiple smaller Air Doors on his body to stabilise himself.
Taking a deep breath, he caught the thrown orange onesie and wore it mid air.
It was time to rescue the Hulk, and Bruce Banner.
The Military was alerted by Ross a few minutes ago, which triggered his alert. They had spotted him in Canada.
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DoorMan #21
Earth Bachelor Pad, Seattle [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"So, are you finally going to get yourself a mate?" He choked on the water as Jin'Ya spoke directly into his mind since it was still dangerous for both of them to be in his apartment since it could be bugged seven ways to Sunday.
"What?! No. Why would you even ask that? You know exactly well how human customs work," He grumbled as he had to wipe the water off his T-shirt and since he was still possibly under surveillance, he could not open a wind gate and dry it out, or a fire gate but that would be overkill since he would have to use most of his focus to restrict the flow of energy and only allow some air to go in and then come out superheated for it to work or else, pure fire will come tumbling through the Door and burn this entire place down.
Jin'Ya chortled in his mind, "I know, which is what makes this so funny. You had no idea how to say no and that is why you are now about to have dinner with the same people whose ideology you utterly despise."
Seeing that wiping the water was not working, he threw the shirt into the laundry bin and took out a new one, "Not their entire ideology, just the part where they try to hinder the rest of the world from advancing while they steal anything they could get their hands on. Wonder why they didn't steal from Howard Stark? The man was a genius of his era, and probably had tech that Wakanda wanted."
"Probably because of the attention it would bring."
"Yeah, fat load of good it did Howard Stark. The man died an ignominious death all the same. HYDRA scum."
"Yeah, about that, I have something that might interest you. The man next door, he is not just any War Dog as the Princess thinks him to be, he is one of the head honchos. His thoughts just turned into a very ugly direction when he heard from the Princess that you were making significant progress in your technology."
A chill ran down his spine as a harsh frown formed on his face. "Are they here for that? Is Shuri here just to kill me?"
"No, that's the thing. The Princess doesn't know a thing. The man is now planning to report it to his superior and recommend that you be killed." Jin'Ya spoke into his mind as the dragon was nearby, probably lounging high up in the air in one of the many green spaces surrounding the apartment complex. The ancient dragon was tiny and could camouflage his body against all types of technology that existed on the planet.
The only he could be tracked is if someone was specifically looking for psionic energy and that was still a long way away.
He took a deep breath and relaxed. That was still a sore topic for him, especially since he traced a pattern in their actions and how they hid their involvement in it. Promising young scientists were killed in accidents, killed in ways that were probably painful. To kill someone for something so selfish and then not even have the decency to give them a painless death?
That was unacceptable in his opinion.
"It is just the man. We can handle whatever comes our way. Worst comes to worst, I will just open a Door next to the weakest sun and show them just what awaits them if I am further targeted."
"Whoa! Whoa, calm down, Colin. You said it yourself, we can't treat them as enemies. We need the next generation to help the rest of the world, not make them your enemies."
"Fine," He spat as he looked at the clock as it struck 7:30 PM. Shuri should have texted him by now.
"Jin'Ya, we are moving to LA next week, both for my internship and also because we need to make sure Tony becomes Iron Man. Postpone whatever activities you might have because you will be overlooking Tony for the entire time he is in Afghanistan." He ordered the dragon since this was one of the very few things where he could tell the Dragon to do something and he would comply.
He read a sense of indifference at his words from the mental link, "Pfft. Don't worry about that. I can stay anywhere on the planet and still sense a mind once I have sufficiently marked it."
He countered, "But can you make sure he is safe? Can you deflect bullets from that distance or if need be, conduct delicate heart surgery?"
"But ofcourse!"
"I meant, can your body handle that much psionic energy being pumped into it?"
"I will look into it."
And that was that.
He was about to read a book, just to pass the time when his phone chimed.
[ Dinner should be done in 15 - Shuri
]Wow, that was awfully informal of her. Shouldn't she be wary of being so friendly with a stranger, much less an "outsider" in their own terminology?
An entire nation of racists and xenophobes. Goes to tell that the fault lies in the human race itself, irrespective of color, and that…is the best argument against racism. That human nature defaults to the same setting, irrespective of setting, color, age, etc.
Getting ready, he wished himself luck and after 15 minutes, knocked on the apartment next door. His base level senses told him of the absence of any breathing in the apartment aside from Shuri's. That either meant they were hiding much better than he had expected them to or they had actually vacated the place, which was surprising.
Jin'Ya chimed in his mind who was tagging along for the ride, "They are in the apartment below you, armed with everything they have, ready to eviscerate you at a moment's notice. Also, the man has already reported your activities to his superior along with the recommendation. The Dora Milaje does not know."
Yeah, he figured so. Let them come.
"This is a nice apartment. When did you get the time to do all this?" He asked as he saw the artwork on the walls, immaculate furniture placement, fully stocked cabinets, and more. Both of them had the same layout apartments and yet, hers looked so much more luxurious than his. Perks of being a princess, he supposed.
"Yeah, I had a friend of mine hire some people before I moved here to get everything set up. It does look nice, doesn't it?" Shuri mused as she moved into the kitchen, to get whatever she had cooked up and he sat down at the dining table, wary of any sudden vibranium nets falling on him or something.
"You can just blast it all away or just heat everything around you to the point of self immolation."
"Get out of my mind, Jin'Ya!" He raged at the Dragon who cackled madly in his mind and said, "Never!"
He sighed and let the dragon be. After all, there was not much he could do in that instance. The Red Hearth was a magical sanctuary, not just in words but an actual, real life magical sanctuary, a beacon of magic on an otherwise dead planet.
The thing with the universe is that magic is everywhere, even on dead planets but the magic is just dispersed everywhere, chaotic and messy. Having his Red Hearth in that place with all the wards on it, gave the chaotic magic a direction, an Order to its unruly chaos. That magic then began shaping itself into a ley line that should go right underneath his Red Hearth and should be fully formed in about 5 more years.
Once that happens, life will start appearing on the planet after a century or so of the Ley Line being active. That, while being a happy surprise, created complications. Like the Red Hearth and the magic being pumped into it could not be handled by him, who was the magical owner of the place.
So, he had to form a guardian contract with Jin'ya, designating him the official guardian of the Red Hearth, officially forging a semi permanent contract with Jin'Ya, as long as both of them were alive. It also had a minor side effect of the contract and its strength, since it was reinforced by the Vishanti themselves who wished to have another planet teeming with life, right next to Earth for reasons unknown, which made sure that their mind bond bypassed his power completely and latched directly to his mind.
That created a direct unbreakable connection between their minds. Normally, it was fine and desirable even since nothing could break that bond but right now, the damned dragon was just being annoying on purpose.
"Here. Mac and Cheese, I hope you like it." Shuri came out of the kitchen with two plates in her hand. It actually looked…nice. So, he complimented her.
"It looks really nice," He said as he took a bite and yup, totally normal and tasty, plain old Mac & Cheese.
"Thanks."
Just like that, they both ate in companionable silence right up until Shuri broke it.
"So, I read your paper on the new data transmission pipeline. Theoretically, if you could do it, it would mean billions in savings for the world, right?"
He looked up and nodded, "Yup. That is the goal."
Inwardly, he sneered. She probably already built the damned thing and was probably internally laughing at his backward ass.
Well, not everyone can be geniuses like her.
"You're interested in theoretical computer science? That is a heavy field, not to mention on the other spectrum of Material Sciences." He casually commented.
"Oh, yeah. I am more of a multidisciplinary person. For the time being, Material Sciences is the quest but I do like to read on the Computer Science side in my downtime."
He opened his mouth to ask more, just so he could make her trip but stopped midway, not even letting an emotion show as he received an alert from Jin'Ya. Cleaning his face with the napkin, he set down the spoon & fork. Apologising to Shuri, "I am so sorry but I just remembered that I have an important meeting. Thank you so much for the Dinner, I'll host you as soon as I get the time."
"W=what happened? Is everything fine?"
"I'm so sorry," He yelled as he left her apartment.
"Jin'Ya?"
"Done. She doesn't suspect a thing and I scanned her mind, there are no sensors installed in your apartment though the guy below is definitely planning on it. Also, they only have a single drone in this area. It is big but I have already implanted a suggestion in Shuri's mind to make it inactive and go to sleep. The guards will just watch over her and not even look in your apartment's direction." Jin'Ya spoke into his mind.
"Great." He said as he jumped into a portal that formed in his living room, with Jin'Ya on the other side, which was mid air.
"W-whoa!" He glared balefully at the dragon who did not have the decency to catch him with his telekinesis and so he had to open multiple smaller Air Doors on his body to stabilise himself.
Taking a deep breath, he caught the thrown orange onesie and wore it mid air.
It was time to rescue the Hulk, and Bruce Banner.
The Military was alerted by Ross a few minutes ago, which triggered his alert. They had spotted him in Canada.
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Great fic so far!
Can you clarify his wealth/resources? You kind of contradicted yourself between chapters.
Can you clarify his wealth/resources? You kind of contradicted yourself between chapters.
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Huh, I read that as million when I first read it... probably a mistake there since advertisement across the Internet wouldn't have become so instantly profitable to make billions at that point of time
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Has he checked Hulk for any... Green Door type events? I mean, "Gamma=Actual devil power" should at least be double checked and accounted for. Especially if he will be spending any time near a growing Leyline.
DoorMan (MCU SI) - #22 : Who will you take, Me or the Hulk?!
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DoorMan #22
Canadian Wilderness [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Do you have him yet?" He asked Jin'Ya as they flew through the air, Jin'Ya with his awesome macro as well as micro telekinesis and he with his Air Doors. It was nice that he had practiced a bit in the weeks leading up to this so his control was passable, at least in a straight line.
He still had yet to figure out flawless three dimensional movement, especially movement that would not impede him in case of a fight. That was very hard since the focus required to open the doors in the right place with the right output was kind of significant and in the middle of a fight, he could not afford to lose focus.
They were not breaching the sound barrier since he was unsure if his only slightly enhanced body would be able to handle it or not. Also, because they were pretty close to Bruce's location.
"Have him? No, I don't have him, you buffoon. I can only detect the spikes of rage in the Astral Plane when he is transformed into the avatar of rage. Once he turns back into a human, it becomes much harder to track him down while wading through the filth that is the Astral Plane of this planet." Jin'Ya grumbled as he floated beside him, flight coming effortlessly to him as if he were a Dragon.
"You saw the rough location. Can you locate him?"
"I am trying to. If only someone here would shut up."
He snickered as he kept quiet and thought of what he would be doing in the upcoming interaction. Bruce was not the type of person who would betray the trust of someone who'd rescued him from Ross but he still felt sort of uneasy about letting in another person in the Red Hearth.
He always imagined the next person to semi permanently live in the Red Hearth would be, like a worker crew who would make it their home. Or maybe cyborgs, they were always cool.
Still, he knew it was the right thing to do. Hell, once he persuaded the Ancient One to look at Bruce's situation and advise him on how he could regain control of himself, he would be golden since he would then officially have a genius on par with Tony Stark.
Cyborg plans for the win!
If Bruce Hulked out, well, then, he might actually have to work a lot harder and so would Jin'Ya since according to the soul output from the Hulk, Jin'Ya's telekinesis might not be enough to actually subdue the giant in a single hit.
Their best bet was for Jin'Ya to use his vast powers and mental experience to put the Hulk directly to sleep. Easy, clean takedown of one of the most dangerous beings on the planet. He hoped it worked.
"Found him!" his neck snapped to the side as Jin'Ya opened his eyes, "Uh, oh. The Military is talking to him."
"Portal, now!" He shouted as Jin'Ya did his work and opened a portal without even moving a single limb. Honestly, it was cheating that he was able to do so with such startling ease. It was as if his entire body was one giant magically conductive instrument that was just being used as a flesh puppet by an ancient monstrosity of a soul.
With a larger door appearing beneath his feet, he shot into the portal, his coordination with Jin'ya such that the portal opened exactly in the same orientation he expected it to. Right in the skies above the clearing where Bruce was standing, facing down.
He passed through the clouds with yet another application of the Wind Door and then slowed down at the last moment as he landed in a signature three-point landing. Despite the slowed down landing, it still generated a lot of dust all around him, with the ground being slightly cratered in.
The sounds of dozens of rifles being pointed at him made him look up. He was still sporting the same skull mask as he straightened up and surveyed the scene.
Surprisingly, he saw General Ross standing in the clearing, looking at him as if he was analysing a new threat. That was surprisingly…patient from the person who was supposed to be the Mad General, who shot first and asked questions later on if he ever felt like it.
"He has another platoon ready and three more on their way. This was just the fastest crew he could assemble." Jin'Ya spoke into his mind as he probably settled down on some tree, ready to watch the show that would no doubt unfold here.
He made a show of looking all around as he dusted the dust, dirt, and debris from his costume which was enchanted to be quite resistant to many things, not the Hulk though. He turned and then did a wave at Bruce Banner before turning back to face the General and his trigger happy soldiers.
He was fine in that onesie, it was bulletproof and his body was partially bulletproof as well. It was just the eyes, and the openings that he had to worry about because those areas had yet to catch up with the rest of his body in creating a durable layer of skin for him.
Clearing his throat, he looked straight at Ross and said, "Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior, Lord Stan Lee?"
There were literal crickets in the background as some of the soldiers looked downright confused as they looked at each other and then at the General for directions. He stood there, with his arms crossed, his body angled as if he was leaning on something, though in reality, it was just his core muscles being engaged.
Seeing that no one was responding, "Hmm. Tough crowd."
"Identify yourself! This is a US Military operation. We are here to apprehend a known criminal and traitor to the United States of America." Ross suddenly shouted, which startled him since it was kind of a departure from the calm, silent observing General he had been just moments ago.
Huh, some sort of personality disorder then? It wouldn't surprise him that the Number one hated Military General in the Marvel fandom had some screws loose in his head.
Though, what did it say about the general population of MCU America when they elected this guy to be President?
He made a gesture at the surroundings, "I think you are mistaken, General. This is NOT US soil, and last I heard, you are not allowed to operate here. At Least not legally."
This was a really sticky situation where taking for as long as possible was the best option. He did not wish to have his powers outed to the rest of the world just yet, and Bruce Banner's mental condition was not yet so stable that he would be just fine after hearing Jin'Ya speak directly into his mind.
Also, any sign of a fight might just trigger the Hulk transformation and then, he wouldn't be able to guarantee his own safety, let alone the lives of all the soldiers here. Although, Jin'Ya was recording everything from multiple angles, it would be awesome to leak the footage of the US military being saved by a superhero, who were conducting an illegal operation on a sovereign nation's soil.
It might just put some public pressure on the government to act against Ross.
Talking was literally the best solution for this. Jin'Ya, in his own words, was not confident in containing the Hulk effortlessly because the weight of the Hulk in the Astral Realm was enough for Jin'Ya to sense it, on Mars.
Astrally manipulating a giant sun of Rage might not go well, in his own words, and he agreed. Messing with the Hulk mentally was a big NO-NO in his opinion.
"Save the words! We are here to apprehend a criminal and we will not return unless we take him with us. Now, step aside before we are forced to take action!" Ross shouted as he sighed, his shoulders drooping as multiple red dots appeared on his orange onesie, likely from high calibre bullets.
He snapped his fingers, creating a door in front of him and one in front of Dr.Banner as well, angled perfectly to tank all the bullets.
"Dr.Banner! You will be safe behind the door," He shouted and hoped he heard it. He smiled as he saw the absence of the monstrous growls and roars of the Hulk. He heard a faint voice coming from the door but he was not sure what Dr.Banner said. It was a good sign that there was no Hulk yet, so the Doctor could handle this much stress, nice to know.
His doors were bulletproof, missile proof, and more. Material attacks did not do anything to do, except tank the kinetic energy. They had limits, such as only being able to stay in place as long as the weight incident on the Doors did not exceed his own personal limits.
That meant that anything less than a tactical high yield missile will be easily handled by the Door. The door in question was a Fire Door, just in case he needed to torch anything in front of him.
The barrage of bullets paused after a few seconds, as he dispelled the door, purposefully twirling on the spot to show his spic and span orange onesie.
"You might need bigger Bullets, General Ross." He hollered as he, once more, faced the Mad General.
"Great! Another freak! Listen here, that man is a threat- to everyone. If you do not move, I will be forced to consider you a traitor, and know this, I don't show mercy to traitors." Ross shouted, literally steam coming from his nose due to the cold, but also due to the sheer rage he must be feeling at the moment.
"They are trying to move in from the other side, Colin," Jin'Ya informed him.
"Any chance you can just put them all to sleep, and then change their memories to hide our powers and then the portals?"
"No, they are being monitored by satellites, and doing anything on that scale will alert the Ancient One, who might or might not agree to our actions." Jin'Ya's pesky contract with Kamar Taj that limited him from affecting anything on a planetary scale came into play since the Psionic Dragon was, in a way, an outsider, who was given refuge on the planet.
He sighed. Oh, well.
So far, he had shown doors and their bulletproofness. Anything more than that might be troubling and the portals will especially be troubling since it was forbidden in Kamar Taj to use portals against the government in any way. It was just too dangerous and could put Kamar Taj and the mission in danger.
Alright, Doors, super strength, and Invisibility. That's it.
"I will not be leaving here without Doctor Banner, General Ross. No matter how many trumped up charges you put on him, he will not be coming with you. We both know that he will leave either way, with or without me. All you are doing is throwing your soldiers at something that you have no hope of containing."
Guided by Jin'Ya, another three Doors appeared on all sides of Dr.Banner as they stopped two bullets from reaching him. With a thought, part of the Doors became translucent so the good Doctor would not panic within that enclosed space.
The disappointment on Ross' face as he saw his bullets falling on the ground was delicious.
"Now," He spoke in a lower voice, taking great joy in some of the soldiers actually flinching, "What will be the choice, General Ross? Who will you fight, Me or the Hulk?
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DoorMan #22
Canadian Wilderness [January 18, 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
"Do you have him yet?" He asked Jin'Ya as they flew through the air, Jin'Ya with his awesome macro as well as micro telekinesis and he with his Air Doors. It was nice that he had practiced a bit in the weeks leading up to this so his control was passable, at least in a straight line.
He still had yet to figure out flawless three dimensional movement, especially movement that would not impede him in case of a fight. That was very hard since the focus required to open the doors in the right place with the right output was kind of significant and in the middle of a fight, he could not afford to lose focus.
They were not breaching the sound barrier since he was unsure if his only slightly enhanced body would be able to handle it or not. Also, because they were pretty close to Bruce's location.
"Have him? No, I don't have him, you buffoon. I can only detect the spikes of rage in the Astral Plane when he is transformed into the avatar of rage. Once he turns back into a human, it becomes much harder to track him down while wading through the filth that is the Astral Plane of this planet." Jin'Ya grumbled as he floated beside him, flight coming effortlessly to him as if he were a Dragon.
"You saw the rough location. Can you locate him?"
"I am trying to. If only someone here would shut up."
He snickered as he kept quiet and thought of what he would be doing in the upcoming interaction. Bruce was not the type of person who would betray the trust of someone who'd rescued him from Ross but he still felt sort of uneasy about letting in another person in the Red Hearth.
He always imagined the next person to semi permanently live in the Red Hearth would be, like a worker crew who would make it their home. Or maybe cyborgs, they were always cool.
Still, he knew it was the right thing to do. Hell, once he persuaded the Ancient One to look at Bruce's situation and advise him on how he could regain control of himself, he would be golden since he would then officially have a genius on par with Tony Stark.
Cyborg plans for the win!
If Bruce Hulked out, well, then, he might actually have to work a lot harder and so would Jin'Ya since according to the soul output from the Hulk, Jin'Ya's telekinesis might not be enough to actually subdue the giant in a single hit.
Their best bet was for Jin'Ya to use his vast powers and mental experience to put the Hulk directly to sleep. Easy, clean takedown of one of the most dangerous beings on the planet. He hoped it worked.
"Found him!" his neck snapped to the side as Jin'Ya opened his eyes, "Uh, oh. The Military is talking to him."
"Portal, now!" He shouted as Jin'Ya did his work and opened a portal without even moving a single limb. Honestly, it was cheating that he was able to do so with such startling ease. It was as if his entire body was one giant magically conductive instrument that was just being used as a flesh puppet by an ancient monstrosity of a soul.
With a larger door appearing beneath his feet, he shot into the portal, his coordination with Jin'ya such that the portal opened exactly in the same orientation he expected it to. Right in the skies above the clearing where Bruce was standing, facing down.
He passed through the clouds with yet another application of the Wind Door and then slowed down at the last moment as he landed in a signature three-point landing. Despite the slowed down landing, it still generated a lot of dust all around him, with the ground being slightly cratered in.
The sounds of dozens of rifles being pointed at him made him look up. He was still sporting the same skull mask as he straightened up and surveyed the scene.
Surprisingly, he saw General Ross standing in the clearing, looking at him as if he was analysing a new threat. That was surprisingly…patient from the person who was supposed to be the Mad General, who shot first and asked questions later on if he ever felt like it.
"He has another platoon ready and three more on their way. This was just the fastest crew he could assemble." Jin'Ya spoke into his mind as he probably settled down on some tree, ready to watch the show that would no doubt unfold here.
He made a show of looking all around as he dusted the dust, dirt, and debris from his costume which was enchanted to be quite resistant to many things, not the Hulk though. He turned and then did a wave at Bruce Banner before turning back to face the General and his trigger happy soldiers.
He was fine in that onesie, it was bulletproof and his body was partially bulletproof as well. It was just the eyes, and the openings that he had to worry about because those areas had yet to catch up with the rest of his body in creating a durable layer of skin for him.
Clearing his throat, he looked straight at Ross and said, "Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior, Lord Stan Lee?"
There were literal crickets in the background as some of the soldiers looked downright confused as they looked at each other and then at the General for directions. He stood there, with his arms crossed, his body angled as if he was leaning on something, though in reality, it was just his core muscles being engaged.
Seeing that no one was responding, "Hmm. Tough crowd."
"Identify yourself! This is a US Military operation. We are here to apprehend a known criminal and traitor to the United States of America." Ross suddenly shouted, which startled him since it was kind of a departure from the calm, silent observing General he had been just moments ago.
Huh, some sort of personality disorder then? It wouldn't surprise him that the Number one hated Military General in the Marvel fandom had some screws loose in his head.
Though, what did it say about the general population of MCU America when they elected this guy to be President?
He made a gesture at the surroundings, "I think you are mistaken, General. This is NOT US soil, and last I heard, you are not allowed to operate here. At Least not legally."
This was a really sticky situation where taking for as long as possible was the best option. He did not wish to have his powers outed to the rest of the world just yet, and Bruce Banner's mental condition was not yet so stable that he would be just fine after hearing Jin'Ya speak directly into his mind.
Also, any sign of a fight might just trigger the Hulk transformation and then, he wouldn't be able to guarantee his own safety, let alone the lives of all the soldiers here. Although, Jin'Ya was recording everything from multiple angles, it would be awesome to leak the footage of the US military being saved by a superhero, who were conducting an illegal operation on a sovereign nation's soil.
It might just put some public pressure on the government to act against Ross.
Talking was literally the best solution for this. Jin'Ya, in his own words, was not confident in containing the Hulk effortlessly because the weight of the Hulk in the Astral Realm was enough for Jin'Ya to sense it, on Mars.
Astrally manipulating a giant sun of Rage might not go well, in his own words, and he agreed. Messing with the Hulk mentally was a big NO-NO in his opinion.
"Save the words! We are here to apprehend a criminal and we will not return unless we take him with us. Now, step aside before we are forced to take action!" Ross shouted as he sighed, his shoulders drooping as multiple red dots appeared on his orange onesie, likely from high calibre bullets.
He snapped his fingers, creating a door in front of him and one in front of Dr.Banner as well, angled perfectly to tank all the bullets.
"Dr.Banner! You will be safe behind the door," He shouted and hoped he heard it. He smiled as he saw the absence of the monstrous growls and roars of the Hulk. He heard a faint voice coming from the door but he was not sure what Dr.Banner said. It was a good sign that there was no Hulk yet, so the Doctor could handle this much stress, nice to know.
His doors were bulletproof, missile proof, and more. Material attacks did not do anything to do, except tank the kinetic energy. They had limits, such as only being able to stay in place as long as the weight incident on the Doors did not exceed his own personal limits.
That meant that anything less than a tactical high yield missile will be easily handled by the Door. The door in question was a Fire Door, just in case he needed to torch anything in front of him.
The barrage of bullets paused after a few seconds, as he dispelled the door, purposefully twirling on the spot to show his spic and span orange onesie.
"You might need bigger Bullets, General Ross." He hollered as he, once more, faced the Mad General.
"Great! Another freak! Listen here, that man is a threat- to everyone. If you do not move, I will be forced to consider you a traitor, and know this, I don't show mercy to traitors." Ross shouted, literally steam coming from his nose due to the cold, but also due to the sheer rage he must be feeling at the moment.
"They are trying to move in from the other side, Colin," Jin'Ya informed him.
"Any chance you can just put them all to sleep, and then change their memories to hide our powers and then the portals?"
"No, they are being monitored by satellites, and doing anything on that scale will alert the Ancient One, who might or might not agree to our actions." Jin'Ya's pesky contract with Kamar Taj that limited him from affecting anything on a planetary scale came into play since the Psionic Dragon was, in a way, an outsider, who was given refuge on the planet.
He sighed. Oh, well.
So far, he had shown doors and their bulletproofness. Anything more than that might be troubling and the portals will especially be troubling since it was forbidden in Kamar Taj to use portals against the government in any way. It was just too dangerous and could put Kamar Taj and the mission in danger.
Alright, Doors, super strength, and Invisibility. That's it.
"I will not be leaving here without Doctor Banner, General Ross. No matter how many trumped up charges you put on him, he will not be coming with you. We both know that he will leave either way, with or without me. All you are doing is throwing your soldiers at something that you have no hope of containing."
Guided by Jin'Ya, another three Doors appeared on all sides of Dr.Banner as they stopped two bullets from reaching him. With a thought, part of the Doors became translucent so the good Doctor would not panic within that enclosed space.
The disappointment on Ross' face as he saw his bullets falling on the ground was delicious.
"Now," He spoke in a lower voice, taking great joy in some of the soldiers actually flinching, "What will be the choice, General Ross? Who will you fight, Me or the Hulk?
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