Dial (Ben10/Marvel Cinematic Universe SI)

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Chapter 100

"I'll only be gone for a short amount of time," I said to Gresh, who was staring at me uncomprehending. "But while I'm gone, if you want to stay with BRIDGE, you'll need to listen to the rules. This means you have to listen when they tell you only authorized personnel can use an assault rifle. So please, for the love of everything I hold sacred, stop telling everyone who will listen that I'm the only king you'll follow."

I tried not to sound as pained as I felt. I don't think it worked because Gresh looked amazingly disappointed in himself.

"I am sorry."

"Don't be sorry, be better," I quoted my father without thinking. Gresh winced.

The two of us were sitting with Demi in one of the huts that had been quickly set up for the new group. They had been added after both Quinjets had returned with a small army of former slaves and their allies.

I looked between Gresh and Demi. "The city of Saur-Lords is officially an enemy of BRIDGE. And since I'm doubting that you guys are willing to beat the shit out of them too, our soldiers here are on your side, Gresh. They won't be ordering you around, but you need to stop trying to take a rifle for yourself."

Gresh snarled reflexively. I glared at him. "Guns aren't swords and skill in one doesn't translate to skill in the other. If you ask nicely, we'll train you on how to use them. But for now, consider yourself in training. If it helps, I was the same way only a few months ago. So if you're diligent, you won't have to wait. Fair?"

He stared at me, his reptilian nostrils twitching, before nodding. Poor guy. He was like a teenage nerd being told he couldn't play with a real laser weapon. Still, I decided to let that go to focus on Demi.

"As for you, I'd recommend asking X yourself. I will warn you that you two are completely different species," on so many levels. "So he might say no," Demi's face fell slightly. I winced. "But he's a good man. He'll either let you down easy, or he'll say yes. Just… talk to him. Straight on, tell him what you think."

Demi frowned. "That is not the way of my people. Our mating practices require an intermediary."

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Ah. All right. If that's your tradition I gues-" then I noticed Gresh rolling his eyes. I took a closer look at Demi. She stared back at me as blankly as she could. As a woman made of stone, she couldn't sweat, and her facial expressions were harder to read. Unless you were a part-time alien. I noticed the nervousness in the way she shifted, the slight twitch to her eyes.

She was lying. She just didn't want to talk to X herself.

"You are freaking adorable," I said at last. After some thought, I nodded. "All right, sure. I'll be your intermediary. Meantime, let's talk about something less fun."

The doors to the cafeteria opened. One by one, people filed into the room. Creel, Fantasma, Gena/Winggirl, the Anklyo-Saur-Lord who had decided to join us, and Dietrich/German Guy, filed in, followed by the sergeant in charge of the BRIDGE soldiers in the Savage Land, a Hispanic with a shaved head and a tattoo of an eagle on his neck by the name of Jamie Silan, and the scientist in charge, Dr. Bernard Kloss.

They moved to sit around the table as I rose up and faced them. As they sat, one more person entered. We looked over at him.

He was tall, built, and tan, wearing only a vest and a loincloth. His hair was a dirty blonde, held up in a rough ponytail. He carried a single knife on his waist and moved with eerie grace.

And following after him was a Sabertooth tiger. Goddamn. Nothing in the universe can prepare you for how fucking big a sabertooth is. Even after all the time I'd spent with dinosaurs, something about a tiger in a shiny cafeteria leant the experience its own level of weird that made Zabu more intimidating.

"Ka-Zar," I said politely. "Zabu. It's nice to finally meet you both."

Ka-Zar nodded politely, while Zabu sat on his haunches and glared at me. "Same. I apologize for not coming to your aid sooner, and I am glad you escaped."

"Same," I snarked a bit. "As for now, I think we all should sit and talk about what's next. Namely, how we prepare," I placed my hands on the table and faced the group. "Bronto and Anklyo. They might want revenge. They might want to parley. They might try to sabotage us. We also can't forget the other threats that might be possible. Corporations, scientists, or just straight evil people trying to take advantage of this place from the outside, or threats from within the Savage Land that could be hiding in the shadows. I'll visit as often as I can, as will a lot of Avengers, but we need a team ready and willing to defend the freedoms of this land's populace when we can't."

I looked around. "A lot of you want the same thing. A good life. The simplest thing in the world for people to want. So it's up to us to start building the framework to defend it. Now, I can't offer you guys positions in BRIDGE, since it's part of another organization I can't get into, and that organization might question your recruitment for way too long for us to go that route."

After HYDRA, the UN Officials would be iffy on any recruits who weren't at least citizens of a UN nation, as screwy as I thought that was.

"However, as Gresh suggested, there is another organization that can work with BRIDGE, and thus give you the ability to work with them as well. So, in the words of one badass motherfucker…" I grinned. "I'm here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative."

And all the while, the Omnitrix glowed yellow.

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Later, X and I went with Gena to a nearby laboratory. The one-winged girl was a lot calmer than she had been in weeks, but I could still notice how the blue-skinned young girl was affected by the loss of her limb. It was in two things. First, and most notable, was in the way she walked. She was always off-balance just a bit, always over or under compensating for a weight that was gone.

The second, and saddest, was in how X and I found her. Standing at the edge of the cliff I'd once fallen from, looking up at the sky. Again. She did it all the time. Staring at the blue above, her eyes shaking.

So, before I left, I was going to give her something.

"What do you want?" Gena asked me curiously as I led her into the laboratory. The BRIDGE logo was painted on one of the walls. Some lab equipment was placed everywhere, and the corpses of some velociraptors rested on several tables. It took me a second to realize they were the raptors I'd killed.

"I made a promise to myself. Well, a bunch. It's been a rough week," I said with a shrug. X stared at me blankly while Gena looked even more confused.

"Okay… so why are we in a kitchen?" she asked, poking idly at one of the dead dinosaurs.

Huh. Yeah, I guess a bunch of dead bodies in a room with knives everywhere could be confused for a kitchen, in an older world. Personally, the smell was enough to make me want to avoid breathing through my nose. I ignored that to go deeper into the lab, heading towards the section set up for delicate repairs.

"Actually, this place is for the scientists to work on their projects," I opened another door, Gena stepping in after me hesitantly. "And, since the BRIDGE elites have armor and weapons that gets beat up a lot, this is where they get fixed," we soon stood inside a place that looked like a garage. Mostly because, well, it was a garage.

There were some BMX's, ATV's, and a couple of Jeeps resting inside, along with a few sets of armor left standing. They were the heavier mech suits, made to aid the wearer in clearing paths, lifting heavy objects where vehicles couldn't fit, and punching big things VERY hard.

One of the suits was resting on a table, torn apart and bent. It had malfunctioned on arrival. Which made it perfect.

"Gena," I turned to face her, my lips quirking upward. "Today I'm going to try and help you out. X is here because he can do the more delicate work. But I want to explain, first and foremost, what I'm going to do, okay?"

"...Okay?"

"First, I'll be taking this suit apart in one of my alien forms. While I do that, X will be taking measurements and preparing you for surgery, while also taking advanced scans of your body, nervous system, and other things. While he does that, I'll be in here making the wing."

She stared at me uncomprehending until the word 'wing' left my lips. Shocked, she looked into my eyes, her blue skin turning paler. Then she looked outside, where a Quinjet could be seen just past the windows.

"No," I said immediately, guessing what she was thinking. "This won't be a quinjet wing. It'll be something to provide lift and force according to the way your muscles move in your back. A hover unit. We've been testing prosthetics for a while, and we're getting better. For this, I might have to cheat. But Jury Rigg is good at that."

"I have also been studying the movements of your fellow Aerians," X said, drawing Gena's attention. "Basing my calculation on them and the currently known facts about other winged beings, I agree. With a few hours of work, we can have it done."

"With your permission though," I said hastily. "X has a few medical degrees, and we have a bunch of experts, but this is going to require hooking up a hover unit to your back. With a system made to-" I cut myself off as I realized I was getting into things she might not understand. "Look, just… it'll be a small object that will act like your other wing. Not a real one, but enough to let you-"

"Yes!" Gena stepped forward and grabbed my arm, her grip almost painful as she stared at me with desperate hope. "I-I don't care what it'll look like! Just… as long as I can fly again…"

The last was said in almost a whisper. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "You will. I promise."

The small smile she gave me was fragile. But it was so bright that I felt myself smiling back.

"Come," X pulled at Gena, leading her away. "Dial will need space to work."

I waved them off. Then, as they closed the door, my smile faded. I felt determination in my heart as I raised my new Omnitrix and watched the dial rise without my prompting. "Wha-" I stared as the dial spun to life and showed Jury Rigg immediately. Curious, I put my hand forward and spun through the menu. Big Chill, Swampfire, Sandrass, Rath. Then, an Aerian form. An Anklyo-Saur-Lord. A Saurian like Gresh. A rock person like Demi. A Saur-Lord raptor, pterosaur, and t-rex.

Man. All these forms, and yet, none of them was more useful than the ones I currently had. Granted, I'd figured this would happen. A lot of Marvel forms would have been cool, but I always knew I would end up with some that were basically just a slightly stronger being, rather than something as badass as an Asgardian or Troll form. Then again, the Brontosaurus form looked useful to just have a big alien.

Still, I liked this. I'd finally be able to do the one thing the Omnitrix was made for. Walking a mile in another person's shoes, to facilitate peace as an ambassador.

I spun the dial again and found myself hunting through a menu full of creatures. "Damn it," I said, frustrated at how long it was taking. "Just give me Jury Rigg!"

A flash of green spread across my body while I was still going through the menu. In that instantaneous change I'd gotten used to, I lost several feet in height, gained red skin, and a mind to match the craziest engineers in all fiction.

"Wow!" I shouted in surprise. I looked down at myself, wearing a Black Sabbath t-shirt once again. "I changed… through voice command?"

That was new. In some ways, that was better and worse than using my dial. Touching the dial would be faster than naming an alien in some circumstances, but naming an alien also meant that I could change in human form without any Omnitrix interaction.

What else was new? For a moment, my now genius-level intellect raced through the various implications before I focused myself with a shake of my head.

"Not right now! I have work to do!" I ran towards the table in the center of the garage and grabbed onto the edge, climbing up to stand on it. I stared at the armor in front of me, mentally putting the pieces together. "Fix! Fix, fix, fix!"

With the loud clatter of steel being ripped apart by red alien claws, I got to work.

It took an hour before I realized what else had changed.

Namely, that I was still in alien form. After an hour of using my Jury Rigg form more intensely than normal, focusing everything into making the best damn machine I could.

I kept at it. I took apart the armor, pulling the pieces back together, welding them, placing the circuitry. The blueprints weren't exactly in my head. Jury Rigg didn't plan things out so clearly. Instead, when I took his form, I would work by intuition and instinct.

Soon, after a couple of hours of work, I stopped, staring at the device I'd made.

It was shaped roughly like a large water bottle, with a large portion of it glowing dark blue. It's one and only purpose was to emit force based on the various signals it received when it was inserted into a person's back.

I looked up at the clock. Two hours or so. And the Omnitrix hadn't even thought about blinking red. "Uh… Feedback?"

In a flash of green, I'd become a Conductoid once more. I stared down at my hands, each finger ending in the large golden plug that allowed me to absorb and attack with energy. Then I picked up the hover unit I'd created and started walking, noting the time as I did.

I did my best to ignore the pale white scars marking my body now. The same ones had shown up on Jury Rigg.

Whatever the reason for my scars, they apparently were such a part of me that they were now showing on my alien forms. Just one more part of the Omnitrix I didn't understand.

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Gena was in an operating room with X and some of the doctors and nurses we had pulled into the project. I left the hover unit with them and went on to the jail cells.

Ka-Zar and Zabu found me on the way. The big cat and jungle man had been walking the same direction across the grounds, only to stop and stare when I walked up to join them in my Feedback form.

"That is… strange," Ka-Zar said in his British accent as I joined him. "I was informed of this ability of yours, but I had no idea the change was so extensive."

Yeesh. For a guy raised in the jungle, he talked like he'd went to Oxford or Cambridge.

"Even your scent is different," he looked a little spooked. I grinned at him while looking down at Zabu, who walked up to stare at me curiously.

"That's the nature of the Omnitrix. So. You look like you were headed to the cells too."

"I am," Ka-Zar shook off his surprise rather quick. Guess he'd seen weirder things than me, unsurprisingly. "I wish to speak to Sauron."

"Really? Me too. Well, less speak, so much as make it less likely he'll hurt people."

We walked side by side, Zabu leading in front. "I'm also kinda testing something out," I looked down at my hands. "There are a few questions I'd like answered. And Sauron lets me kill two birds with one stone."

We entered the building that held the cells. Sixteen in all, lined up on either side of a hallway. Only one was occupied.

At the end of the hall, four BRIDGE guards stood with weapons in hand. The cell was made of a titanium alloy Tony Stark had made specifically for this. Ka-Zar and I walked up to the guards, one of whom stepped forward.

"Sir," she said, sounding almost relieved to see me.

"Lin," I looked at the cell door behind her. "How's he been?"

"Peaceful," the young Asian woman sounded almost surprised by that. "He just asked for a copy of Lord of the Rings. He's been in there just… reading."

"Lord of the Rings?" Ka-Zar looked between us. "What is that?"

"Where he got his name," I nodded to the guard. "Open the door, Lin."

She stiffened. As did the others. "Sir, I don't know if that's-"

"Lin. It's okay," I walked up to the door. "I didn't show up in alien form because I underestimated how powerful he is. We'll be alright."

Lin bit her lip. Then she nodded, stepping aside and pressing some buttons on the keypad. As soon as the cell door opened, I stepped inside. Ka-Zar followed while Zabu stayed out with the guards. The door closed behind me moments later.

Ka-Zar and I stood side by side as Sauron turned to face us. The pterosaur-man gave us a serene look. "Ah… Dial. This form is new for you. And… Ka-Zar," Sauron's serenity faded. "You, young man, have been quite a thorn in my side."

"And you have been a monster," Ka-Zar said, sounding like he was moments from leaping forward and ripping Sauron in half.

"I have indeed," Sauron said without a hint of shame. "But then, aren't all of us? Dial. I've heard that you left Stend alive," when I only stared at him, he gave me a leer. "Interesting… So. Why are you both here?"

Ka-Zar looked at me. I waved for him to speak first. The future King of the Savage Land faced the former one. "Anklyo. He attacked a small village that I was forced to defend. But that village had no use to you. It was far out of the way from your normal raiding routes, had no slaves whose races you have not already taken. In all ways, it was a useless bounty. But he fought like the devil to save something he had no reason to steal. Why? What was important about that village?"

"...Guard that village well," Sauron looked between us. "The Savage Land has had many rulers. I suspect, many of a fantastic nature. Even stories of beings similar to the fictional world of Atlantis exist in the tales of this lands ancestors."

I stiffened slightly at that, but neither man noticed.

"That village is said to rest on the weapon of one of those rulers. I found evidence that could not be ignored and sent Anklyo to begin an outpost there, to guard the place," Sauron looked into my single eye, which I avoided to keep from being mind-controlled, and my head tendrils waved back and forth while he continued to speak. "Whatever is there, it must never be uncovered. Understood?"

Ka-Zar scoffed. "Why should we believe you? Why shouldn't we simply take this weapon for ourselves?"

"We're good on weapons," I said. "I'll warn BRIDGE. And I'll work with them to find out what is going on. You've got my word."

Sauron looked satisfied. "Good… You know, my hopes for the Saur-Lords will live on. I had dreams that they would one day grow enough to enter space. It could have been possible for them to even join the outside world. Barring some great cataclysm, I'd planned to do it in 2020. I suppose I can be happy with what I have."

I decided to ruin that for him.

"No," I raised a single hand. "I think we've had enough of Sauron. Time for Karl to come back to play."

Sauron stared, uncomprehending. Then I pulled at the source of energy that had been emanating from him all the while. Silver-white streams of power flowed from him to get sucked into my body. And he panicked.

"Stop!" the pterosaur leaped across the room and grabbed onto my arm.

"Let him-!" Ka-Zar reached for his knife, ready to help me.

"It's fine!" I held my other hand out, stopping Ka-Zar. I could feel Sauron pulling energy through my skin, his eyes desperate.

"Don't do this!" he kept pulling at my energy. "I need to stay like this! I can't go back to-"

"Humanity?" I shook my head. "We all have to someday, Sauron."

"Not if I keep absorbing the power you're taking from me!"

"...Sauron. You don't get it. In this form, I can pull in the energy of the Big Bang," his eyes widened. "The universe. Compared to that," I doubled up my absorption, and Sauron's eyes shook in horror. "You're fighting a giant."

He opened his mouth, probably to breath flame, while his body began to glow more intensely. But he was too weak. If this had been before my fight with him, he might have been able to run. As it was, he fell to his knees instead. I lowered myself down to him, continuing to fill myself with his power.

"...I don't want to die," he whispered.

"You won't."

"Won't I?" he looked up at me, fear in his gaze. "I've been Sauron for over two decades… Every other time I changed back, I lost all memories of my time in this form," he looked down at his own hands. "If I lose my memories again. That will be the end of me. Of this Sauron."

"...This Sauron. He's an asshole. But he's also strong," I admitted. The pterosaur-man looked up at me. His red eyes were changing into a more human brown. "He was a conqueror and slaver. A warrior. And to those who didn't know any better, a hero. An asshole. But a strong one.

"I think, that Sauron. The guy who gave me more of a fight than anyone I'd ever met up to now. That guy wouldn't forget himself so easily."

I didn't know why I said that. Why I tried to comfort him. But he seemed to breathe a little easier.

"...Dial. If I return. I will remember you," he smirked. "Let us fight again. For more honorable reasons, I hope."

Then his face shrunk inwards. His green scales smoothed out to brown skin. Hair sprouted across his head, while the crest on his head sunk in. His muscular form changed until he was almost skeletally thin. With a last sigh, Sauron faded away.

And a human man kneeled in his place. He stared down at his hands, before looking up at me, shock in his features.

"Huh… You really do look like him," I mused to myself.

The face of the great Raul Julia, one of the greatest men to ever grace a screen in my world, turned pale. Then he fainted dead away.

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After we got Karl Lykos squared away, Ka-Zar and I walked out of the cells to stand at the edge of the cliff I'd fallen off of originally. I stared down at the waters below for a long moment with Feedback's single eyes. Huh. Surprised I had survived that, actually.

"What do you think?" Ka-Zar asked Zabu. The sabertooth growled for a moment.

"Yeah, I think you're right," I said in response to Zabu.

The pair gave me startled looks. "You understand him?" Ka-Zar asked.

"The Omnitrix," I tapped the symbol on my chest. "He may not speak actual words, but I understand what he's trying to convey. Sauron wasn't lying. Not about whatever is under that village, anyways… The Avengers are going to be needed here," I turned to face him. For a moment, I took in his features. The tall powerful blonde man looked back at me. "So. What do you think? Wanna take the invitation?"

Ka-Zar crossed his arms. "I… suppose, that having an army to aid me would be good. As long as you keep your promise," his eyes narrowed. "I do not want to see the Savage Land hurt. If BRIDGE starts taking advantage of the Savage Land-"

"Then the Avengers will stop them," I cut him off. "Ka-Zar, I don't think you get it. The Avengers aren't an army of BRIDGE or even the world. We work with them, sure. And BRIDGE has been great. But the Avengers are here to protect everyone. Joining us doesn't mean you are forced to follow BRIDGE's every rule. It means that you will help them when they are doing the right thing. And you'll have a group of superhumans to help you whenever the bad guys need a smackdown."

I could feel the sun on my back as I held out my hand to Ka-Zar and Zabu. "So how about it? Become an Avenger. And help us save people. Protect the ones who can't protect themselves."

Ka-Zar stared at me. He looked… well, like he wasn't sure what to say. Finally, he nodded, taking my hand in his. I grinned before looking at Zabu. "How about you, man?"

Zabu growled regally. Then he held his paw up. I shook the dinner-plate-sized paw and smiled. "All right then. I guess I need to warn you guys about something too," I pointed out at the Savage Land. "There's a dragon out there. Last I saw, he headed North. When I get back, I'll try and find him. But until then, Hauzer is a possible threat we all need to be ready for. Or, an ally if we find the right person he'd love to fight."

I faced Ka-Zar. "Let me give you the lowdown on the Earth Dragon."
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Hauzer/The Earth Dragon

Hauzer wasn't a being prone to deep reflection. He did what pleased him. It was the simple logic of both the dragon he had become and the dinosaur he once was. Live life in pleasure, take what was yours, and destroy those who would stop you. A simple and primitive thought process.

Still… Styro's words had haunted him, on some level. Hauzer was still satisfied with having killed the massive being. But why, at the point of death, had Styro told him to go North?

Perhaps it was a trap? If so, it would fail. Hauzer almost found himself growling at the thought of ripping through a trap of Styro's making after his death. A final insult at the dead man.

Hauzer prowled through the jungle for several hours, only stopping to hunt down a Brontosaurus and devour it.

He stomped through the Savage Land. And soon, found himself reaching somewhere that felt… right. It felt like he had been called to it, that it had pulled at him. Not with the tug of an enemy, but the way that good food pulled. A scent of benevolence.

The trees parted. And he stood in a grassy field before a wide lake of lava at the foot of a massive mountain. Hauzer stared out at the field and lake, eyes taking it all in. The lake of lava was broiling, leaving a 'shore' of black stone at its edges. Beyond that, the grass was thick and healthy, rising to ankle height for Hauzer. He took a sniff of the air and looked up at the mountain. A plume of smoke was rising out of the peak, and he could see lightning flashing within the black smoke.

On a boulder jutting out of the landscape, stood a woman. Hauzer, for lack of anything better to do, prowled up to her. As he did, dinosaurs began to come out of the forest around the lake. Predator and prey alike, roaming forward, from the fierce T-Rex to the gentle Hadrosaurus. All of them came forth, ignoring one another. But they stopped well away from Hauzer.

Soon, Hauzer stood before her. The woman was short. She was shaped like a human but had black fur covering her from her neck to her ankles, a green loincloth made of scaled skin around her waist. She was holding a long staff in her hand, leaning against it as Hauzer prowled towards her, long white hair blowing in the wind. Her aged face showed no fear towards the dragon, pale white eyes somehow gazing upon him despite the lack of pupils. Hauzer growled at her, questioning.

The old woman nodded. "Indeed. I am the one who asked Styro to send you here," her voice, despite her age, came out with a certain vitality, power quaking through the air while she spoke.

Hauzer snapped his teeth. She shook her head.

"No… the foolish child taking you in was not my doing. I simply asked him to tell you to come," the old woman stood straighter. "I, Hauzer the Earth Dragon, am known as the Hag of the Pits. I have seen many things over the centuries. But months ago, an event unlike any I had ever seen shook even the great powers of the Pits," she shook her head. "Even the Nexus of Realities has been disturbed, forcing the need for a guardian there. And your arrival was but a side effect of this."

Hauzer let out a barking laugh. What did he care for any of this? He was here now. He was free, to eat, to fight, to do anything he wished!

The woman, who called herself Hag, scoffed. "Spoken like a dragon… I wish to grant you a boon, Hauzer. This land," she waved her hands around her. "And these subjects," the dinosaurs around them released various sounds. The Hag pointed at Hauzer. "This place, at the foot of the most powerful mountain of the Savage Land. I protected it these many months. All for you."

Hauzer stared at her. Then at the lands around it. When he looked back at her, she was meeting his eyes. For a moment, he felt the urge to burn her. She wanted something from him. He could tell.

"Permission," she said suddenly, surprising him. The Hag smiled. "I want permission… I have been making something. One day, the Great One Who Sleeps will come to this world. They will destroy the Savage Land. More than that. The entire world. The event has opened the gates to something horrid. The outside world has created it's chosen heroes in retaliation, whether they know it or not. And the Great One's champion will arise, the One who Consumes, while the Fallen Titan prepares his last conquest. And thus, the Savage Land must have its own champions."

"Hauzer, one of the King's of the Savage Land. Look upon my weapon," she held out her right hand. A red crystal was held in it. So small. Almost innocuous.

But to Hauzer, it was like she had pulled a small sun from her pocket. He recoiled, shocked at the power within.

"It is connected to all the lives of this world. Of the world that once was," the Hag looked up at Hauzer. "But now, another power has been added. You feel it, don't you?"

He did. His own energy was there. Mixed in with the thousands more he could feel. Hauzer stared at her.

"If you wish, I can remove it," the Hag said softly, continuing to hold out the gem. Around Hauzer and the Hag, the dinosaurs were joined by more animals. Insects of all kinds, mammals, birds. In the closest river to them, marine life gathered. "I would not allow your power to be borrowed by another," she said solemnly. "But our champion will be worthy of you. Of all of us. So I implore you, Hauzer. If you wish, you can test him. But this must be done. The world depends on it."

The Hag's words were not empty. Because as she spoke, Hauzer's mind was enveloped by a power beyond the world. He felt it resonate with his magic. And for just a moment, he understood what it was the Hag feared.

And fear filled him in turn.

He stared at her. Then, finally, he nodded.

"Thank you," she said solemnly. Then she placed the gem away. "I will prepare our allies. The Devil and his boy. The Savage ones who have just begun to form themselves. The war is coming. And if there is anything we 'primitives' know well, it is the heartbeat of combat."

Hauzer's smile of grim rage and eagerness was matched by the Hag.

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Mahmoud Schahed/Dial

After Ka-Zar, Demi, and Gresh all left to tell their various friends that BRIDGE and the Savage Avengers were reaching out for allies, I shifted into Blitzwolfer form and got into a Quinjet with Fantasma and Creel. Then we left.

Yeah, I know. No sudden cheering, no incredible exit. Just getting into a ship and heading home.

Real-life is like that sometimes. Just boring. Thank god. I could use a bit of boring.

I piloted the Quinjet personally, using Bliztwolfer's claws with more dexterity than I expected. I'd never gotten the chance to really spend time as aliens outside of combat or doing something specific to them, like making tech as Jury Rigg or lifting debris as Four Arms and Rath, so piloting the ship that way was new.

Fantasma and Creel sat in the cockpit with me in silence. After a while, Creel finally spoke just after we finally passed the barrier between the Savage Land and Antarctica. "X isn't coming?"

"He asked me to head out without him," I said. "He has to complete the surgery on Gena, which is going to take a while. I'll probably fly back once he sends me a message about it. But right now, Gena's surgery takes priority."

"That's good," Fantasma said thoughtfully.

"How about Kraven?" Creel asked the Russian witch.

"He's in a land of creatures that man has dreamed of hunting for centuries," Fantasma sounded annoyed. "Where do you think?"

Creel and I shared a look.

"...Should I be jealous that he doesn't want to hunt me anymore?" I asked blandly.

"Oh, he still wants to," she said as though that was somehow normal. Which, it kind of was. "But he'd rather fight something that won't get him in trouble for now."

I turned to look at her. She only gave me the long-suffering look of a person trying to show how annoying they found their sibling.

"Huh. Rude," I said at last. Then I shrugged it off, though I made a note to prepare some counters for Kraven just in case. "Still, I'm gonna be damn happy to go back home," I said, looking out the window as snow fell about us, the Quinjet flying over the ocean.

"Same," Creel sighed. "Skipped on a lot of sleep while I was looking for your ass."

"Sorry," I winced.

"Don't be," Fantasma smacked Creel on the head, to which he grumbled slightly. "You didn't ask for all of… that, to happen to you. It wasn't your fault."

"Still… anyways, I'm actually hoping to only spend a day or so relaxing," I admitted. "After that, I'm going to train my ass off."

"Really?" Creel leaned forward to look at my face. He didn't seem perturbed about looking at the face of a wolf that could talk. "You do that all the time."

"Not in my alien forms," I said in response. "At least, not that often. Now I want to start developing my skills in these forms of mine," I raised my right hand, looking down at my clawed fingers.

"And keep stuff like that from happening?" Creel pointed at my cheeks, where two lines of pale white fur marked my new scars.

"I think they make me look rather dashing," I gave him a grin, trying to hide my distaste for the new markings. "Seriously though. I want to get stronger. More skilled. I need to start thinking outside of the box."

Creel eyed me. When I looked over at him, my bald friend looked away very quickly. I looked over at Fantasma, but she was staring at her hands.

"Uh...Awkward?" I said questioningly. "You guys okay? I feel like I didn't say anything real crazy."

"You didn't," Fantasma agreed. I watched as she looked up at me with a strange light in her eyes, her mouth turned upside-down. "It's just… All my life, my spells were things I had to scrape together. I found half-written texts, knowledge from people across the world with rumors and tales. Most of what I learned was garbage I had to throw out," she clenched her small hands into angry fists. "But I thought I'd learned enough. I thought I'd become a good enough sorcerous on my own. Then you were lost. And I had no idea how to find you," she gave me a frustrated look.

"The Savage Land has some sort o-of energy, that interfered with every scanning spell I had. So I kept trying to find a way around what was blocking me from finding you."

I looked over at Creel, but he was staring resolutely out of the windows. I turned back to look at Fantasma and speak, but she beat me to it.

"It was more than that," Fantasma opened her palms, and a pair of mandala's spun to violet light over each hand. "I found a way to scan someone. It requires ancient knowledge. Knowledge I don't have, from the age before," she intoned with a voice older than her years. The mandalas began to spin. "Even if I wanted to use it, I wouldn't know how. And when we fought Sauron, it was one of the first times I found myself in a fight where someone just powered through my most powerful spells. No. That was the first time. And I couldn't think of anything to fight back with except more force," she looked up at us. "Mahmoud. I think I understand how you feel. I cannot be lax in my efforts," she clenched her fists, the mandala's shattering. "I want to get stronger as well. No. To obtain more knowledge and ability. I want to be better at magic."

Creel grumbled. Fantasma and I looked over at him. He sighed. "Yeah, well, I don't feel like sharing my whole thing after you guys already did. Especially since Fantasma did a whole speech and stole my thunder…" he grumbled again.

I grinned. "Then we'll all do it. We'll help each other get stronger. Deal?"

"You are such a freaking dork," Creel sighed. Then he punched me good-naturedly on my shoulder. "Yeah. I'm down."

"Magnificent!" Fantasma cheered.

...Man, I am really not avoiding the comparison between me and Ben at this point.

Ah well. I had my Gwen and Kevin again. I had my Omnitrix. And it had been four hours since I'd turned back into a human. Time to go home.

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When we landed at the tower, I was in human form again. After six hours of being in alien form, I'd decided it was official. I had no time limit on my alien forms anymore.

I didn't have Master Control though. A look at my Omnitrix menu revealed that while I'd obtained a variety of Savage Land races (like, a shit-ton), I had no access to anything beyond that. No Grey Matter, Way Big, or Alien 'Win Condition' X.

So for some reason, after repairing itself, the Omnitrix had chosen to give me voice command and unlimited transformation time. Looked like things would be getting damn interesting for me then.

Still, that thought process left my mind when I saw the people waiting for us.

"Mahmoud!" Thor rushed forward, holding his arms out.

"T-Thor, wait, don't-URK!" Too late. Asgardian arms wrapped around my chest and lifted me into the air, crushing me to Thor's chest as he hugged me to him while laughing boisterously.

"My friend! I knew you would make it out of the peril you found yourself in!" He laughed, spinning in place, my legs spinning weakly in the air.

"I appreciate-urk, but please let me breathe," I coughed, patting him on the shoulders.

Behind Thor, I could see a small group gathered. Tony, Steve, Sam, Bucky, Izzy, Nat, Ruby, Jarvis, Maria, and Bruce, all watching Thor hugging me with varying expressions on their faces. Isabelle walked past Thor and me to hug Creel, who kneeled down to wrap his arms around her.

"We take our eyes off you for one second and you get kidnapped? Can't leave you alone for a second, can we?" Tony said, coming up to grin at me as Thor finally put me down. He chuckled, patting me on the shoulder. But his eyes weren't as amused as he was pretending to be, and his smile faded. "You good? Cause, ya know. I've been there if you… I mean, if you want to-"

"What he means is," Nat said helpfully. "Is that we're glad you're okay. And we're here if you want to talk," she said kindly. I smiled at my teacher. She gave me a warm look, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, what she said," Tony mumbled awkwardly, smiling quickly. "I mean, I tried to fly over to help, but-"

"But we got a message you'd already escaped," Steve said.

"Seriously, is everyone going to interrupt me today?" Tony asked, irritated. "But yeah, you already-"

"What happened?" Bucky asked, ignoring the sound of Tony cursing in irritation.

"A shit-ton," I admitted. "It was an Avengers mission. I don't think they're supposed to go according to plan."

"Ours went okay," Sam said, giving everyone else an odd look.

I blinked. Then I looked at Maria. She shrugged. "If we're talking Avengers missions, you and Jen are the only ones whose missions took unusual turns. Even then, she didn't end up causing a possible international incident."

"That's… vaguely depressing," I decided. Then I realized what she said, and a shot of worry filled me. "Is Jen-"

"She's okay," Bruce said, watching me sigh in relief. He smiled at that.

Nat seemed to notice something then. She took a good look at my face. "Those are new."

I raised a hand to my face and touched one of my scars. Man. I finally get scars, and rather than looking cool, they were ugly long lines. Why was reality so disappointing sometimes?

Nat noticed the distaste on my face. Surprisingly, so did Tony. He smirked and tapped his chest, where a blue light could be seen shining forth. "Welcome to the club."

There was a warmth to that joking tone. His smirk became more of a welcoming smile. Bucky looked down at his robotic arm. Nat rubbed her belly, where I had seen a pale scar resting over her stomach, then looked at Bucky. He gave her an apologetic look, to which she shrugged.

Tony chuckled. "Hey, at least your scars look cool. Very barbarian warrior."

"Yours can power a city," I pointed out.

"Well, I came into life a winner, what can ya do?"

"Mahmoud," Steve said, drawing my attention. "Creel, Fantasma. You guys all had a hell of a mission. Are you all okay?"

Creel snorted while hugging Izzy close. "Yeah. All I did was wait around-"

"He spent two days digging through the jungle without sleep," Fantasma said, leaving Creel to sputter. "He kept worrying over where Mahmoud was. He needs sleep."

"Awww," Izzy patted Creel's cheek from they were still hugging, smirking at him. "You big softie."

He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever happened to 'Team Metal Men'?" Tony shook his head with a sad sigh. "Between you and Rhodey, I'm the only one holding down the masculinity around here."

"You wear pink shirts," Sam said.

"Real men wear pink," Tony and I said at the same time, sharing grins.

Then Ruby stepped forward. I looked down at the blonde fourteen-year-old. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment. Her eyes flickered to my scars.

"...Sup, midget?" I said as warmly as I could.

She pouted up at me. Then she looked down at the floor. "Dummy. I-I'm glad you're okay."

I stared at her. Nat was smiling proudly at Ruby while the tiny teen shuffled in place. And suddenly I thought of my sister. My baby sister, who was now married and pregnant. She used to do the same sort of thing. She and Ruby weren't anything alike, truthfully, but then I stepped forward and gave her a hug.

"H-Hey!" she sputtered, pulling at me.

"Thanks," she stopped trying to get me off her. I tried my best to hide my face from the others while I hugged her. For some reason, seeing Ruby of all people had worried about me just brought it all home. And I couldn't stop the tears. Real big man I was, crying silently in a room of superheroes.

Damnit. Why can't I be cool?

"I'm sorry if I scared you."

"...Dummy," Ruby said into my shoulder, patting me on my back.

"...This is awkward," Sam said in the background, Bucky and Steve giving him sharp looks.

"It is good to have you back!" Thor marched forward to pat me on the back, happy as could be. I let Ruby go and grinned at everyone. Fantasma gave me a smile.

"Good to be home," I said. Then I sighed. "Now I'm just gonna head to my room and rest."

"Really?" Tony cocked his head to the side. "Sure you don't want a party? I got burgers. Tradition, ya know?"

"Tradition?" Bruce said, confused before he shook his head. "But yeah, I get it. Jen said she'd be in your room, but I think her phone is off, so she doesn't know you're here yet."

I nodded. Then, with an awkward smile and wave, I walked away, leaving everyone to stare after me. I just wanted… I don't know, to relieve the stress. I appreciated everyone worrying about me, but there was someone I really wanted to see.

When I got to my room and opened it, the smell of food filled my nose. Lasagna. My favorite. I stepped inside and closed the door quietly, entering to see Jen leave my bedroom. We froze on seeing each other.

She was wearing workout clothes, her hair was up in a ponytail, and her feet were bare. She had some water dripping off of her like she had just gotten out of the shower. I crossed the room towards her without realizing it.

"Hey. I'm back."

When I stopped in front of her, she raised her hands and pressed them to my face, touching my scars. "Oh Mahmoud," she said softly, green lips quirking up a bit. "What did you do?"

"Kicked ass and took names," I said unsteadily. "Heard you had a tough adventure."

"So did you," she frowned. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down. She let out a small surprised gasp. I was very proud when our lips met and that gasp melted into a moan. We pressed into each other, warm muscles pulling close. When we pulled away, her eyes were closed. She opened them slowly, giving me a look that made parts of me jump up and beg for attention.

"Missed me, huh?" she chuckled.

"More than anything," I smirked. Then I pulled away from her, grabbing her right hand in my own, and gently pulled her towards my bedroom.

"Oh, hey," she pointed at the kitchen with her thumb. "I ordered food."

"You really want to eat right now?" I asked with a smirk. "Cause I have more scars than just on my face. Wanna help me find them?"

Her jaw dropped. She stared at me, uncomprehending. Then she sped forward, picking me up in her arms as I laughed, and kicked the door behind us while carrying a massive smile on her lips.

We didn't leave my bedroom for a long time after that.

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Savage Land

Deep in the tunnels beneath the Savage Land, along the river where the superhero known as Dial had floated down days ago, Anti-Metal shone. It stuck along the walls of the tunnel, vibrating at random intervals as the passing water flowed next to it.

The air split above the water. For a moment, it looked as though a single line of light hung there. Then it opened into a mathematically perfect circle of green light mixed with white swirls. A small machine flew out of it. The machine, made of some sort of ceramic material, was pale white, shaped like a triangle, and flew on hoverjets that glowed blue. It had a symbol on its back. The same symbol as the Omnitrix.

The machine flew up to the Anti-Metal. Undisturbed by its metal dissolving properties, the machine extended a drill and began to work. In moments, it had a large hunk of Anti-Metal in its claws. With that, the machine flew back into the portal it had created, which snapped close moments later, leaving the river to continue to bubble peacefully.

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Galvan Prime

The machine bounced in time and space for mere seconds before coming out the other side into a large lab. There, Azmuth, the First Thinker and creator of the Omnitrix, stood, watching gravely as the machine flew over to him, extending a claw holding glimmering anti-metal out. Azmuth waved the machine away.

"Over there, you infernal contraption," he grumbled. "That much will turn the metals in my body to nothing."

Obediently, the machine brought the metal to a nearby table made of the same ceramic as it. Azmuth watched it, then looked at the portal that had finally closed.

"Hm. Should I… No," he shook his head. "The boy has earned some freedom, I suppose. Besides, if I gave Ben Master Control, I suppose I can let this new one have no time limit."

The machine chirped. Azmuth grumbled. "And what are you doing eavesdropping on an old man? Get to work!"

Unfazed by his anger, the machine started to chip away at the anti-metal. Azmuth carefully backed away, looking at the pair that walked up to join him. A blonde-haired young woman dressed in a black and white dress, and a tall green-skinned woman with tentacles about her head.

"Eunice, Myaxx. Prepare for the test, please."

"Yes, First Thinker," Myaxx said politely.

"Yes, father," Eunice said in bright tones.

Azmuth grumbled under his breath to hide a smile, then looked over at the machine tearing apart the anti-metal. "Now. Let's see what use you can be put to."

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Author's Note: So, yeah. A whole lot happened this chapter, as it turns out. Where to begin...

Okay. First, the Savage Land crew. They're all getting set up in different ways, but I'm trying to leave things to your imagination there. The Savage Avengers, from Kraven to Ka-Zar, to Gresh, will have their own stories, as will the BRIDGE crew set up there.

As for Sauron, he ain't dead. He's extremely imprisoned though and I've never been a fan of the idea of revolving door prisons in comics.

Meantime, Dial, Fantasma, and Alloy are all thinking about how to get stronger. The three of them have different ways to go about doing it though. And I've set up the seeds for that, obviously.

Dial is going to take the My Hero Academia route, because I'm obsessed with that series, but also because I like how the creator comes up with new and interesting ways to develop the powers of the kids.

Fantasma is going to take a more traditional route, which is also an excellent one to take. I doubt it's spoilers to say that it'll involve Agatha Harkness.

Creel, meanwhile... well, that one is kinda a spoiler. But I guess mentioning his ball and chain isn't a spoiler in this case. Just a clue.

Oh, right. And Dial and Jen had sex. Not going to write it, but be as creative as you want in imagining it. Funny how I joked dozens of chapters ago that they would do the deed in chapter 100, and it ended up being true. As for why they did it now, well, Dial's finally at a point where he feels ready. And Jen, because of the events of her own mission, is in a similar place, mentally speaking. They weren't ready before. But now that they both are, they're more than eager. They're adults, they feel like it, and they went for it.

What else, what else... OH! So, Hauzer and the Hag. That's gonna be fun to talk about later. Basically, there's, I don't know, FOUR references in that little conversation? If anyone guesses past three of them, I'll be amazed. I tried to be vague about as many as I could. Still, it's a portent of things to come. The Hag, in some ways, is just as powerful as Paradox or Harkness. Not quite, of course, but she's got a similar vibe in terms of how she sees the universe and her role in it.

Then there is Azmuth. Yeah, be scared. That guy may not be insane, but he's on a level of brilliance where it seems that way to everyone else. He's doing tests on Anti-Metal people! Run for the fucking hills!
 
Brilliant as always!

those forms, while not as powerful as the others, would probably come in handy...or just be cool to be as for a while...

And its a good thing Dial is friends with Tony....he's going to need a new bed.
 
Guess if Azmuth is still in some sort of contact with this Marvel universe, then things cant turn out THAT bad. Could still have catastrophic failures, just the lower chance of having an absolute fail state due to the bullcrap that is Azmuth.
 
Well, RIP Dial's pelvis. Considering Paradox was your ROB, it really shouldn't surprise me that Azmuth still has access to this version of the MCU.
EDIT: Something tells me Diagon is one of the beings the Hag mentioned. Well, one that isn't blatantly Thanos or Dormamu.
 
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What else, what else... OH! So, Hauzer and the Hag. That's gonna be fun to talk about later. Basically, there's, I don't know, FOUR references in that little conversation? If anyone guesses past three of them, I'll be amazed. I tried to be vague about as many as I could. Still, it's a portent of things to come. The Hag, in some ways, is just as powerful as Paradox or Harkness. Not quite, of course, but she's got a similar vibe in terms of how she sees the universe and her role in it.
So, my hot-take is that you have Shuma-Gorath set up to be the big bad (connected to whatever is beneath that village?), and either responsible for Rio or awakened by it. And apparently freaking Galactus is his champion? Or this world's version, at least. You got Hauzer added to the Fossilized Amulet for Reptil, oh, and the Nexus of Realities was disturbed, so I'm guessing that Man-Thing is in play now.
 
Dang. I just realized.

Azmuth is such a perfectionist that he probably cant even bear a copy (though a fairly good one due to it being made by a reaoity warper) of his Omnitrix to be seen as anything less than the pinacle of genius. Its probably why he gave Dial a boost along with a side benefit of "Ohh shiny new metal".
 
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EDIT: Due to the Author's temporary insanity, he forgot to mention something. A few weeks ago, I had a contest for which of my fans could create the best Battleworld for SI characters to brawl in, in less than 24 hours! After the time passed, Wolf626 won! His version of Battleworld was awesome, but the others were fun as well.

So shoutout to Wolf626 , this chapter is for you. Can't believe I forgot to add the dedication man, I'm sorry.

At the same time as Dial was beginning his battles in the Savage Land, fighting to the death against powerful beings, Phil Coulson's own mission began.


Phil Coulson/Leader of Team SHIELD

Rumbling across the Florida countryside in a large eighteen wheeler truck, Agent Phillip Coulson opened a file on a table and looked around. The truck was made as a mobile base for SHIELD agents, and had recently been renovated. The cabin was connected to the trailer by a small doorway, which was currently open to show May driving the truck. The trailer itself had two sections. The section they were sitting in was at the front of the trailer. It was a conference room/information center, with a set of monitors along a wall, a table in the center set up with a hologram projector, and a fridge filled with snacks.

The back section was a laboratory, set up for both technology and biology, as well as a direct line to any number of BRIDGE scientists across the world, filled with Melati and Octavius' work.

It was very, very advanced, tough, and well-made. But it wasn't the Bus.

Coulson pushed thought away to look up at the three people in front of him. Skye was wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with Captain America's Shield. Coulson had noticed lately that the more casual fighters related in someway to the Avengers tended to start wearing the others merchandise (Seeing Pepper wearing Dial's symbol was oddly cute), and Skye had either adopted the practice or was just a natural nerd. He was betting on a combination of both.

Skye gave Coulson a smile. "So, what do we got AC?" she asked him coyly.

Coulson smirked. "Well, it's like we discussed. The area around Citrusville had a SHIELD facility hidden in the swamps. But when HYDRA and SHIELD went to war," he thought of Ward. Skye bit her lip. Coulson kept talking while tensing the muscles in his right hand. "The facility went dark, and we've heard nothing since. Until people started posting videos claiming a swamp monster was roaming around."

"Hmm," Octavius raised a hand to draw attention to himself. "And you believe these reports have a semblance of truth to them? There are reports across the world of monsters that have been proven to be false after all, even in this new age of wonders we live in."

"I'm not sure," Coulson said cagey. While Dial and Maria had discussed what the monster could be, Coulson wasn't sure. And if he wasn't sure, he would leave his mind open for more possibilities. "But the fact is, there was a SHIELD lab there, and we want to find out what happened."

Kusama, her green-scaled face shifting as she thought, spoke up. "What exactly were they working on?"

"What else?" Coulson pointed at Skye's shirt. Specifically at the shield emblazoned upon it. "The Super-Soldier serum. Every organization on Earth has been trying to replicate after all."

"Are people still doing that?" Skye asked, looking worried. "I mean, we have a lot more super-soldiers around nowadays, right?"

That was putting it lightly. Even ignoring Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, many of the Graveyard Survivors, those who had been rescued from HYDRA by the Reserve Avengers, were currently super-soldiers.

"I'd say there are even more people than ever who are trying for it," Coulson said. "With the Graveyard Survivors proving there is at least some possibility for that."

"T-That is absolute foolishness!" Octavius leaned forward in his seat. "The only reason they survived was the Omnitrix, an alien device that is unfathomably advanced! Taking that event as some sort of proof would be-"

"Doctor," Coulson cut him off with a raised hand. "I agree. But that isn't the issue right now. The issue is the lab. And the men and women who are apparently roaming around it," Coulson pointed at the monitors along the wall, where a map could be seen. "So our goal is simple. Find out what happened and find out what's happening now. Past and present. The good doctors and May will head out into the swamp to check on the lab, check on the state of it, what is left over, and any files that could be found on the computers, especially if someone has been trying to steal SHIELD information on the serum. Skye and I will head to the local sheriff's department to ask them about the military guys roaming around, as well as any information they may have on the lab."

"Me and you, AC?" Skye asked with a grin. "Guess we're back in action, huh?"

Coulson smirked at her, then turned to look over at May. "How long until we get there?"

The super-spy shrugged. "According to the GPS, about ten minutes. I miss the Bus."

"So do I, May. So do I."

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Once they reached the town, Skye and Coulson got off at the sheriff's and watched their friends go. Skye, carrying a backpack over her shoulders, frowned as she watched the truck leave.

"Hey, Coulson. Does this all feel… weird, to you?"

"That's our specialty," Coulson reminded her with a smirk.

"No, not-" Skye shook her head. "Not the mission. That's actually the most normal thing about this, us working together to track down something weird. Feels like the good old days before HYDRA ruined it. It's just… having two new super-scientists helping us, knowing that Fitz-Simmons aren't here. Feels weird."

Coulson turned and walked towards the door. Skye gave him a look of surprise before following. "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"Not at all," Coulson gave her a smile. "But change is a part of life, to use an old cliche. After all, there was once a time when I wouldn't have considered you overkill on a mission for anything except your hacking skills."

Skye grinned. "I'm overkill?"

"Considering your training, and that backpack?" Coulson stopped in front of the sheriff's office to open the door for Skye. "Absolutely."

The smile Skye gave him was bright as the sun. "Nice. Always wanted to be the dangerous one."

They entered the office, where a deputy sheriff was waiting. "Mr. Coulson, Ms. Skye?"

"That's us," Coulson said, looking the deputy up and down. Dressed in the light brown uniform typical of deputies across the nation, he was a tall and thin young man. He was Asian, with slicked back hair, dark black eyes, and looked between Skye and Coulson with a smile, giving Skye the appreciative look of a man seeing a beautiful woman. "And you are?"

"Deputy-Sheriff Daniel Nakamura," he said with a calm smile. "The Sheriff is out right now, so he wanted me here to meet you guys and answer any questions you might have."

"Sheriff John Daltry, correct?" Coulson asked. "Will he be back soon?"

"Should be," Deputy Nakamura waved over at a nearby desk. "Meantime, I'm supposed to give you all the help I can."

Coulson raised an eyebrow, then looked around. Nobody but Nakamura was in the office. "Guess you're our only choice."

Nakamura laughed. "Well, yeah. Sorry, it's a sleepy town, ya know? We don't get a lot of trouble out here beside drunk teenagers and a few jerks. So it's just me and the Sheriff. We get some help from the police station in the next town over, but otherwise we're good."

"With just two people, really?" Skye asked curiously.

"It's all we've ever needed."

Coulson hummed to himself. The way Nakamura said that made it something Coulson noticed. And noted.

"So, how can I help SHIELD?" Nakamura said brightly.

"BRIDGE," Skye said immediately. "We're called BRIDGE now. It's just our team is SHIELD team, which I guess means I'm talking semantics now, so..."

That seemed to throw Nakamura for a moment. Coulson noted that. He recovered quickly. "Ah, right. Well, how can I help BRIDGE?"

"Mostly in answering questions about what happened January the 12th," Coulson said.

Nakamura frowned, leaning back in his chair. "During the Triskelion battle? Yeah, I remember that. There were reports of a big gunfight out in the swamp, but it was at the edge of the county, so we didn't find out until it was over. And we couldn't find out what happened."

"Really?" Skye and Coulson shared a look, the hacker looking weirded out. "And you haven't heard anything since?"

Nakamura shrugged. "Nope. It was pretty much just a swamp. And when things were quiet for the next, what's it been, 5 months? We pretty much left it alone. No dead bodies after all."

"..." Coulson simply stared at him before nodding and rising to his feet. "Well, I suppose that's all for now."

Skye and Nakamura looked at him. Nakamura looked mostly neutral, while Skye seemed surprised.

"We are?" Skye asked.

"Well, it just seems we'll have to find out the truth from scratch. Unless you can think of anything else?" Coulson said pointedly.

For a moment, Coulson was worried Skye wouldn't understand. But she very quickly nodded and rose up from her chair as well. "Yeah, guess you have a point. It was nice meeting you, Daniel," she said with a smile to Nakamura. He rose up as well and held a hand out to her, his focus almost entirely on Skye.

"Y-Yeah, same to you Skye," he said happily. Then he hurriedly reached for his desk and picked up a card, passing it to her. "That's my office number, but uh, my cell number and facebook is on the back. In case you have any questions, you know?"

Skye chuckled, taking the business card and nodding. "Sure, will do. Thanks Daniel."

He gave her a very charming smile as Skye and Coulson turned to leave.

Then someone else entered the room. He was a big man, not as muscular as Creel or Dial, but close, the broad chest and strong arms of a man who had done physical labor his entire life. He was wearing a similar outfit to Nakamura, only with an added jacket and hat. He had a handlebar mustache, an aged look on his face. He looked exhausted as he entered, which quickly turned to surprise when he saw Coulson and Skye. He looked like a modern cowboy, the sort of man who would have been fighting in old Westerns if it had been a few decades back.

"Eh? Hello folks," he said with a hint of an accent, raising a hand to remove his hat. "How can I help you?"

Coulson stepped forward. "Agent Phil Coulson of BRIDGE, this is Agent Skye," he said, holding a hand out, which the man shook. "You must be Sheriff John Daltry."

"That's me," the man said, looking very surprised to see them as he shook Coulson's hand, his grip firm as steel. "BRIDGE, the uh, the spy organization?"

"Yeah," Skye said, blinking. "You didn't know we were coming."

It wasn't a question. Daltry frowned, his craggy face full of emotion. "No, I didn't. As long as you ain't damn reporters. Had to deal with morons looking for the 'monster' in the swamps all damn day."

"Monster?" Coulson said placidally.

"Yeah," Daltry shook his head. "No idea what people have been seeing, but I think it has to do with whatever the hell gunfight was about in that lab of yours."

Coulson and Skye didn't look behind them at Nakamura. "It's why we're here. Deputy Nakamura told us you were out, and he didn't have a lot of information for us."

"Really?" Daltry scowled. "Damnit, Danny, I know I told you to keep things under the belt, but not from the damned Feds. Er, no 'fense meant."

"None taken."

"We've heard worse," Skye added.

"Sorry sir," Nakamura sounded like he meant it. Coulson smirked.

"Look, we have a survivor," Daltry grumbled, placing his hat back on his head. "At least, that's my theory. We found her in the swamp. We have no idea where the hell SHIELD's base is in the swamp, it's damn well hidden, but she was wandering the general vicinity. Spent the last few months recuperating. You want answers? My Jane Doe might have them."

"Jane Doe, huh?" Coulson cocked his head to the side. "You haven't even seen our badges yet."

"Ah, right," John chuckled, looking at Daniel. "Yeah, guess I assumed that you checked out the badges, Danny."

"I uh, forgot," Nakamura mumbled quietly.

"No problem," Coulson passed his badge over to John, who looked it over, taking Skye's and looking it over in turn.

"Danny, you really need to get better at this kind of thing, son," John said idly as he examined the badges.

Coulson glanced back at Nakamura. The Asian man had an annoyed look on his face.

"All right, that checks out," John returned the badges and opened the doors to the office. "Well, I'd rather not lollygag and talk when I could be working. You folks got a car?"

"No, we'd appreciate the ride," Skye said with a smile that was a little wider than before, striding past him as he held the door for her.

"Not a problem at all, miss," John said politely, letting Coulson out next. As the trio left the office, Coulson could feel Daniel Nakamura's eyes on them.

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Coulson sat up front with the Sheriff as he spoke about the young woman.

"When we found her, she had no ID, nothing but the clothes on her back," John said calmly. "She's a redhead. More importantly, she's been in a psychiatric hospital for the last five months. I try and check on her, but… she got hit hard."

"I'll say," Skye said from the back, typing on a laptop. "Half her face got melted, damn."

"Wait, how do you know about that?" John asked, looking back at her.

"Well, it's on her files," Skye said idly, continuing to type. "Also, the Citrusville Psychiatric Hospital has some damn light security on their files."

"You hacked the hospital!?"

Skye looked up, staring at him. "Uh… only a little bit?"

John gave Coulson a look. The agent gave him a helpless shrug. "She does do it a lot. She's just trying to help. Which, have you found anything interesting, Skye?"

"Just reports that she isn't talking to any of the therapists," Skye said. "I mean, she's lucid, and the doctors say they have seen her talking to patients and you, Daltry. But she clams up the second anyone with a medical degree shows up. Gotta say, I can relate to that."

"But it isn't helpful," the sheriff grumbled. "She'll talk about things like her favorite color, flowers, places she wants to go. But whenever we try to talk about what happened… she cries. Late at night, when the doctors make their rounds."

He sounded as though he was in pain.

"Well, it's still worth a shot," Coulson said as they pulled into the hospital parking lot. "Besides, sometimes during an interrogation, what people don't say can be as important as what they admit to."

"It's not going to be an interrogation," the sheriff growled. "Look, she may not be a snowflake, but she's been through a lot."

"I know she has," Coulson looked over at the sheriff, noting how emotional he was. "We'll be gentle. I promise. But we do need answers on what happened."

"..." the sheriff parked the car and got out.

"Wow, he really worries about her, huh," Coulson said to Skye.

"Yeah. He does," she said softly.

"...This woman, we're going to meet. We'll want to be careful with her."

"You trying to warn me to be nice?" Skye teased. "I think you hang out too much with May."

"I'm not telling you to be nice," Coulson said. Skye's mouth snapped closed as he gave her a hard gaze. "I'm telling you because there were two groups in that lab. SHIELD. And HYDRA."

Skye's eyes light with realization. "You think-"

"I don't think anything yet," Coulson opened his door. "I'm just warning you that this woman might not necessarily be on our side. So bring that."

He nodded towards her backpack. Skye nodded, placing it on as she followed, her chipper attitude fading. "Why does HYDRA manage to ruin everything?"

"Because they hate happiness, Skye. Because they hate happiness."

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Melinda May/The Caval-Agent of Team SHIELD

When the truck came to a stop in front of the base, May, Octavius, and Melati got to work. The two doctors came out of the back, wearing their lab coats over their normal clothes.

Melati had chosen a red tank-top and jean shorts, her clawed feet covered in specialized boots. May had noticed that Melati tended to wear clothes that showed a lot of her scaly skin to the world. She walked out of the back of the trailer with a wide smile on her lizard-esque face, her tail waving happily as she shouldered her backpack.

Octavius was dressed in a green wool vest over a black polo shirt, with khakis on that went down to a pair of brown Oxford shoes. So when he came out of the trailer and his feet landed on the ground, his shoes were immediately soaked in swamp muck.

"...Ah," Otto chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "I should have expected that."

"Even a genius has their bad days, huh?" Melati teased.

"None of us are infallible," Otto shrugged, looking around. Then he frowned. "I don't understand, I thought the lab was supposed to be here?"

'Here' was a random bit of swamp. The section they were in was particularly dark, the trees that rose up from the swamps waters shading it from most of the sunlight.

Otto stared at the ground for a moment. "Hmm… it must be underground," he said softly.

May gave him a look. Apparently he'd noticed that the ground was much more solid under the swamp muck than it should of been. It was the only reason the massive truck behind him wasn't currently sinking into the swamp.

"You're right," May went up to a tree that was as large around as a small car. She pressed a random piece of bark on said tree, which depressed inwards. The side of the tree split apart with a hiss of noise, revealing a round metal room inside. An elevator.

"Otherwise, anyone would have been able to find this place."

"Seriously?" Melati asked, her scaled face twitching. "An elevator to an underground base… SHIELD had no concept of funding, did they? How much did this all cost?"

"I wouldn't know…" May said softly. She wasn't really listening. Instead, she was looking at the floor. Otto and Melati stared as well.

It wasn't visible at first, since the darkness around them hid it. But a second look revealed the large spot of blood that soaked the floor of the elevator.

May entered the elevator, stepping around the dried red spot, and looked at Melati and Otto. "There was a battle. This won't be the last sign of it that we'll see."

Otto nodded, his face falling. "Yes… I suppose we'll have to be ready for some rather horrific sights."

"No use just talking about them," Melati walked forward grimly, stepping around the dried blood as well. "Let's get this done, right?"

May hid her approval at the business-like manner of the younger woman. She simply pressed the single button in the elevator once Otto had entered. With that, they began their journey into the lab.

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As Coulson's team began their investigation, deep in the swamp, something began to move.

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Author's Note: This chapter is a bit risky. Lately, people have been pushing for more chapters focused on Dial himself. Which is fair, as he is the main character. But I never want to forget that this is also an MCU/Ben 10 story, and I want to highlight those characters and their own adventures.

So, this chapter and the next will focus on Coulson and the team as they interact with one very important aspect of the Marvel universe. VERY. After that will be some of Dial's return as She-Hulk tells him about her own adventure.

Also, if anyone has questions on what the general gist of this story is pointing towards, googling Citrusville and Marvel can give some answers, but I'm willing to answer any questions you guys might have.
 
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Yes! I like chapters like these where the MC is not there and it's the characters in the stories going on an adventure. They are different from their canon selves due to the changes the MC brings and are better or worse off for it.
 
What? Didn't he do deprogramming just in case?
As in the stuff they made to erase Bucky and Creel brainwashing? Coulson's problem isn't something you can deprogram, not really anyways. His problem is the Kree genetics within him constantly pushing him to understand something on the subconscious level, rather than direct mind control. It's sort of like being thirsty but having no clue what water is. You know you need it, your body is crying for it, but you have no understanding of it. And it drives you nuts, because if you could just find out what you needed, you would feel a lot better about it.
 
As in the stuff they made to erase Bucky and Creel brainwashing? Coulson's problem isn't something you can deprogram, not really anyways. His problem is the Kree genetics within him constantly pushing him to understand something on the subconscious level, rather than direct mind control. It's sort of like being thirsty but having no clue what water is. You know you need it, your body is crying for it, but you have no understanding of it. And it drives you nuts, because if you could just find out what you needed, you would feel a lot better about it.

Does Dial Ommitrix have the repair DNA function?
 
Does Dial Ommitrix have the repair DNA function?
It does. But you've got to remember that Coulson's problem with the Words of Creation is that the Kree blood is carrying the genetic memory of the Kree it came from.

Weirdly enough, while I do think that once Coulson admits the problem the Omnitrix would be able to fix it, Coulson's real issue is that he keeps thinking two-dimensionally.
 
It does. But you've got to remember that Coulson's problem with the Words of Creation is that the Kree blood is carrying the genetic memory of the Kree it came from.

Weirdly enough, while I do think that once Coulson admits the problem the Omnitrix would be able to fix it, Coulson's real issue is that he keeps thinking two-dimensionally.

Or he could get infected by an alien parasite thing and Dial will fix his mental ptoblem by accident.
 
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Phil Coulson/Leader of Team SHIELD

Once they entered the hospital, John Daltry led them to the room they needed to head to, once he'd spoken to the doctors and orderly's in charge. The psychiatric hospital as a whole looked relatively normal to Phil's experience. A big part of his work in SHIELD had dealt with patients who might be enhanced, so he had been in a few hospitals like this. Some had been as close to a horror movie version of an insane asylum as you could get, others the sorts of super-advanced facilities that looked more like spaceships than hospitals.

This hospital was smack dab in the middle in terms of overall quality. Not horrible, and not great.

Coulson stopped his internal judgment of the hospital's decor once they stopped in front of a door. Sheriff Daltry opened the door for them.

The second they entered, the person within turned to face them. Coulson looked her over.

She was taller than Skye or May, almost as tall as Daltry was. Her red hair was cut at her neck, and her eyes were a pale gray. Even in the dowdy grey gown that she was wearing, the facts remained. She was pretty.

Except for the left side of her face. A huge section of her face had been melted like acid had been poured over it, melting the skin from her forehead down to her chin into a mess of horrific-looking damage.

Skye and Coulson tried their best, but some measure of their horror must have shown on their faces. The woman winced, quickly pulling at her hair so that it covered half her face.

"Hey," Daltry said softly, smiling at her. "It's good to see you walking around, darlin."

The woman looked over at him. Her smile was beautiful. "It's good to see you, John. Who are these people?"

"These folks are from BRIDGE," the sheriff looked over at him. Which must have been why he missed the woman switching from a smile to a look of horror that she tried to hide. "They had a few questions for you."

"Yes," Coulson looked over at the sheriff. "Do you mind if we speak to her alone?"

Daltry stiffened, his eyes narrowing to give them a flinty glare. "Of course I do, damnit. She's been through enough, I ain't leaving her alone to get interrogated by you-"

"John," the woman interrupted. "It's okay… Just give us a minute, please," she gave him an odd look, her lip quivering.

"I-" John looked at her, then at Skye and Coulson.

"We aren't going to do anything to her," Skye said softly. "But some of what she knows might be classified, so we have to talk alone. I promise she'll be fine though."

Coulson winced. They might well have to arrest this woman, so making promises like that was impulsive, to say the least.

Still, it seemed to do the trick. Sheriff Daltry clenched his fists, then unclenched them. "Yeah… Yeah, all right," he looked at the woman. "But if anything happens, you call me, okay!?"

"I will," she smiled at him. Could have been fake, but Coulson thought he could see genuine emotion behind it. "Thank you, John."

The Sheriff nodded, giving a final look at Skye, Coulson, and the woman, before leaving. They could hear his heavy footsteps outside, loud enough that they could tell he'd stopped just a few feet from the door.

"...You know, there were only so many people that were listed among the SHIELD personnel on the base," Skye said quietly. "And none was a redheaded woman."

Coulson sighed. "But one of our scientists was dating one. One who had enough clearance to enter the base. Mrs. Barbara Sallis, formerly Bannister. When did you betray your boyfriend?"

The redheaded woman gave them a saddened look. "For six months, before the Triskelion incident… I suppose you want the full story?"

"As a start," Coulson said. "It would go a long way to making amends, Mrs.Bannister?"

"I-" she hesitated. "Where do I start?"

"With your recruitment, I believe," Coulson gestured to a chair, which she sat in with the finality of a woman on death row. "Tell us. How did it start?"

"...with Ted," Barbara shook her head slowly, tears filling her right eye, the left scarred one still covered by her hair. "It wasn't his fault. But it started with him."

Coulson and Skye shared a look. Skye looked… reluctant. Coulson couldn't blame her. This woman, vulnerable as she looked, could have been HYDRA. Like Garrett. Like Ward. Someone who had betrayed their friends and allies, for the sake of a fascist organization that went against everything they stood for.

After a quiet moment, Skye seemed to gird herself, stepping forward and grabbing a chair for herself. She sat down in front of the woman, placing her backpack on the ground next to her, and leaned forward. "Just tell us what you can. Please."

Barbara looked at Skye. Her hair had fallen back, revealing her face in its entirety, the scars on her left side shiny in the sunlight, a combination of pale white and red masses of damaged skin. Skye looked her in the eyes, not flinching.

Coulson had to guess Skye's ability not to be fazed after an initial look was due to her experience with far stranger looking things. Being friends with Dial, who had aliens ranging from undead Frankenstein monsters, giant bug-men, and mummy or giant eyeless dogs probably helped. But her compassion had to help as well.

Whatever the case, Coulson leaned back and listened as Barbara took a moment to think.

"...When Ted and I got together, he was… sweet. He cared about me. About people. He was kind and thoughtful. He was amazing."

"And then that started to change," Skye said softly.

"...Yeah," Barbara shook her head. "Ted started to become obsessed. He kept staying up late, working on his serum. I didn't worry about it too much, but then he started getting… distant. And I didn't mind that too much, at first. I started hanging out in town. Finding my own ways to relax, to feel useful. And Ted was always there, even if he started ignoring me in favor of his research… My dad was that way, sometimes.

"And then, he just got worse and worse. He kept on staying out at the lab all night, finding reasons to avoid me. He was so focused on his work… You know, his wife, before we started dating. She tried to warn me about that."

"Ellen Brandt?" Coulson asked. When Barbara nodded, he cocked his head to the side. "She was a member of AIM…"

"I remember," Barbara said softly. "...I just wanted him back. Wanted him to stop ignoring me. And then, a man came to me."

"From HYDRA?" Skye asked.

Barbara shook her head.

"AIM?" Coulson asked. After all, according to Dial, Ellen Brandt had betrayed Ted on behalf of AIM, maybe the same was happening here?

"No, no, he was," Barbara sighed. "He was from Hammer Industries."

"...That bootleg Stark wanna-be?" Skye asked, blinking.

Barbara winced. "Y-Yes."

Coulson held in a rough chuckle. Hammer. Thank god he hadn't let his preconceptions take over.

"He promised money," Barbara said softly. "H-He said that if some other company beat SHIELD to the super-soldier serum… Ted wouldn't need to work on it anymore. He could take some time off. Come back to me. I'd have the money to let us be alive. I don't understand why I listened. At some point it was like… Like it was my idea," she said softly, sounding lost and confused.

"The same reason why he went to you," Coulson said softly. He walked forward and crouched next to Barbara. "Men like that, they are trained to prey on people. To use psychological cues to find things that will make you lean into their train of thought. They lead you into their flow, convincing you by making you convince yourself. He saw that you felt neglected. And he caught you before you could reach out to anyone else. Made it so that you weren't able to think of any option except for himself. It's insidious. It's how spies have created spies for centuries," Coulson looked over at Skye. "SHIELD mastered the technique. I've done my best to avoid doing it. But it's worse than mind control, in some ways. Because it makes you feel responsible for it. And you end up blackmailing yourself. 'I did this, so I have no choice but to keep going'."

She didn't say anything. Coulson didn't expect her to. Barbara must have been alone for weeks at a time, thinking and rethinking all of her decisions. Trying to think about how she failed, how she could have done better.

Coulson had done the same thing after the Triskelion Incident. Looking back on his encounters with Ward, with Garrett, with other allies who turned out to be enemies. Thinking about the friends he had failed. The people he should have stopped. Everyone had regrets after all.

Barbara finally spoke. "I was supposed to collect the passwords Ted used. To send as much data as I could on what the lab had on the serum. I did that for weeks, getting paid for what I stole. I should have some money in a Cayman account actually," Barbara shook her head with a sardonic smile. "I might have hundreds of thousands of dollars waiting for me. And I don't care," her lip quivered. "One day, I was visiting Ted. He ignored me, again. I collected some data on the serum, something about Abraham Erskine creating a diet and exercise routine that would lead to similar effects to the serum if done over a lifetime of rigorous routine."

The way she said that, as though she was reading from a dictionary. How often had she gone over the events in her head?

"Then, early in the morning, Captain America came on the screens," Barbara said softly. "And the Hercules app activated. Half the guards and some of the scientists were HYDRA. And then the shooting started."

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Melinda May/The Caval-Agent of Team SHIELD

When the elevators opened, the first thing Melinda noticed was the smell. The horrific scent of decay had already filled the inside of the elevator, but the actual lab was so much worse.

"Oh my god!" Melati reeled back, clutching at her nose. "Ugh! That smell, that taste!" she gagged, quickly reaching for her bag and pulling out a gas mask, pulling it on hurriedly.

"Is it really so strong?" Otto asked, not having nearly the same level of reaction.

"It is to me," Melati said, coughing as she finished putting on the mask. "My senses are stronger than yours."

May, in the meantime, stepped forward into the lab. She stared around at the area. "Not sure what I expected. But this is-" she paused. "Different."

The lab was once a white pristine place. But now it was like stepping into a ruined jungle temple. The glass windows surrounding each separate section of the lab had been shattered. Concrete had been ripped through by vines as thick as May's arms. The mold was growing across the floor, walls, and ceilings. There were bullet holes everywhere, smashed equipment, portions of the place had been blown apart by explosions, and dirt was tracked throughout the facility. It was as though the swamp and lab had melded together, all while a battle had taken place. Flies and other insects buzzed around the area.

The dead lay across the floor. Reduced to skeletons, they dotted the area around them. Many had vines wrapped around them. One had a small tree growing through it, separating the bones so that they hung off the branches like macabre Christmas decorations. The flies buzzed around the bodies, moving to surround May.

Otto stepped forward, waving his hands in a futile attempt to brush away the flies moving towards him as his face dripped sweat. "My god. There must be at least… thirteen bodies here?"

"It looks like-" May was cut off when Otto spun away, followed by the sound of his gagging, then the splash of liquid pouring out of his mouth.

"...That doesn't help the smell," Melati mumbled to herself.

"Hrrrrk!" Otto said in response. He stayed bent over like that, clutching at a wall with one hand. After a moment, he bent back up, still sweating, and pulled a wet wipe packet from his pocket, ripping it open with shaking fingers and wiping his lips. "I-I'm sorry," Otto stuttered, stepping away from the pile of brown-green liquid and solid he'd made. "I've never really seen so much d-death."

May didn't respond. No reason to dig at him for a natural human response.

"It's not that bad," Melati grumbled, stepping forward to place her backpack on a relatively clean section of floor.

"...Yes, it is," Otto took a deep breath, taking out a small baggie and tossing his wet wipe into it. "B-but there is something strange, I think. This amount of plant-life, in a lab that should be sterile. Bodies d-decayed to this extent," he took another deep breath, hand still shaking. "Melati, you're the expert in biology. Should these bodies be in such a condition?"

"Hmm," Melati walked up to one of the bodies, leaning down to look at it. "No. If this lab was sterile, there shouldn't have been enough bacteria to cause this. And the air is much too humid. It's as if something pushed the swamp into the lab…"

She looked around. "I mean, there's no accounting for what might have happened, but no laboratory worth their salt would have such an unclean facility that it would end up like this. Even the most destroyed labs don't end up with levels of vegetation as this, not in mere months."

May looked around at the lab. She tracked her eyes across the bullet holes, frowning. "Dr. Octavius. Can you try and pull up the footage from the labs' cameras?"

"Yes," Otto clenched his fist, the portly man gathering himself, and walked forward just a bit shakily, giving the bodies a bit of berth as he walked. "I'll see what has remained."

Otto walked towards the back, May keeping a close eye on him. As he pulled out a laptop and placed it on one of the more intact tables, Melati touched a hand to one of the plants. Her claws came just short of running across the vines, coming up to a flower. After a moment, she reached into a bag and pulled on a pair of specialized gloves.

"Strange… this plant does grow in swamps, but… not in the Florida Everglades," Melati mumbled. She took out a knife and sliced off a piece of the plant, placing it in a baggie. "And this growth. It's as though something here made the plants grow years faster in only a few months. I've seen some experimental fertilizer that causes growth like this."

"Similar to Swampfire?" May asked, idly tracing her eyes across the marks of battle, noting the positions of the corpses. Something about them…

"Not even close," Melati said with a smile at May before she turned back to study the flowers. "I still want to study that form, but this kind of growth is nowhere near that insane. It's more like, extremely high-quality soil, the sorts of stuff I've only seen in labs, was spread all over the place. Hell, this might even be better than that…" Melati trailed off, taking a portion of the mud and debris spread across the ground in random sections to place in more baggies.

"These computers are destroyed," Otto said, sounding frustrated. "I'll have to take the hard drives to the truck if we want to recover anything."

"You can't just hack them here?" Melati asked.

Otto scoffed. "I am not 'hacking' them. Skye is the hacker. I'm simply attempting to recover the data… also, I already have SHIELD's passwords for this data."

He reached for several tools and worked at the computers for a while, finally pulling out two large blocks. Putting them into a container, he walked towards the elevator at a brisk pace.

"Get that done as soon as possible," May said as Otto passed. He came to a stop and blinked, looking over at her.

"I will… but I sense some urgency in your tone that wasn't there before. What is it?" Otto asked.

May didn't mince words. "I've been marking the positions of the bodies, the direction of the bullet holes. There may have been a third force at play in this fight. Someone that made SHIELD and HYDRA stop fighting each other and start fighting them."

"That is very… ominous," Otto decided.

"It's just a theory, which is why we need the footage now," May said.

"I will recover it immediately then," Otto rushed to the elevator, the doors closing behind him. For the next few moments, things were quiet, then Melati and May's comms went online. "Okay, I am here. The hard drives will take a moment to boot up," Otto said in their ears.

"Good," May said. "Coulson, you read me?"

It was quiet for a moment before Coulson spoke. "Yeah. Just listening to a survivor," Melati and May shared a look of surprise. "She's telling her story. What do you have?"

"Possible footage of the incident," May answered.

"Perfect. We can fact check her story," Coulson said.

"You think she might be lying?" May asked.

"Let's just say she might not be entirely trustworthy, to be kind about it," Coulson said sarcastically.

"I have something," Otto said, his voice sounding triumphant. After a moment, he began to narrate the footage, Coulson marking where the survivor's story linked up.

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January 12, 2014, the day of the Battle of the Triskelion

Barbara Bannister

Within the lab under the Citrusville Swamp, Barbara stared at Steve Roger's face on the screen as he spoke, her eyes wide in horror. At first, when Captain America had said SHIELD had been infiltrated, she had the crazy thought that he was talking about her. About her deal with Hammer. Then he began to talk about HYDRA.

That old Nazi group? That HYDRA?

It sounded unbelievable. She looked over at Ted, who was staring at the screens in shock. The scientists and guards around the lab stared at each other, suspicion in their eyes.

Barbara spoke as Captain America said something about an app. "Ted, is he-"

Suddenly, Ted's phone vibrated, the sound somehow devastatingly loud. He looked at it.

His phone was shining bright green.

Other phones started to shine as well across the room. For a moment, as green light after green light shone, Barbara felt relief. Until red flashed. A loud sound came from out of nowhere. Barbara had no idea what had happened at first. Then another loud sound happened, red liquid splashing about. Some of it landed on Ted, who screamed in terror.

Barbara fell behind a desk. Her brain finally caught up for her to realize what the sounds that were echoing around them were gunshots.

She screamed, unable to help it when the sounds of glass breaking filled the air as well. Someone fell in front of her. A woman bleeding from her throat where she'd been shot. Jenny, a sweet lady who had always brought cookies in. Her phone was shining red. The HYDRA operative reached out towards Barbara, fear and pain in her eyes as she gaped at her. Her mouth let out a small gasp of noise, blood spilling from her to pour on the ground.

"Oh god," Barbara whispered desperately. "Oh go-"

The table next to her exploded, sending her flying back. Barbara screamed again as she landed on the floor, her ears ringing, vision black. For a moment, she couldn't comprehend anything. When her vision returned, it was cloudy. Someone reached down toward her, a hand grabbing her shoulder. She screamed as the hand pulled her up and dragged her away.

"Barbara, calm down!" the man pulling her yelled in her ear. "It's me!"

Ted. Ted was the one pulling her. Barbara clutched at him. Ted had always been strong for a scientist, but today he lifted her into his arms with incredible ease, running out of the room as fast as he could. More bullets rang out around them until he had pulled her into a back room. She realized that he was bleeding. He was also carrying some sort of silver briefcase under his other arm. They staggered down the hallway, running towards a door in the back.

"W-Where are we going?" Barbara spat out in pain. She felt blood pouring down her legs. She couldn't tell if it was hers or poor Jenny's.

"The back," Ted coughed, smoke in the air as he pulled her along. "We need to escape through the swamp!"

"Wha-"

He stopped at a door in the back of the facility, hurriedly slapping his hand against the panel on the side. For a heart-stopping moment, the doors stayed shut, bullets flying around. Someone screamed behind Barbara. She looked behind her, at the bodies of those she knew dying or killing.

The doors slid open.

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May 18, 2014

Melinda May

The doors slid open. May entered through them, following the path Barbara and Ted had taken. "What is this place, Doctor?" she asked Octavius.

"Well according to the files of Project Gladiator, that was, uh, the name of this project, the project lead, Dr. Wilma Calvin, discovered that the Florida Everglades had several conditions ripe for materials that could be used to replicate the serum. That back room is a garden of sorts," Otto said over the comms.

"I'll say," May said, staring with wide eyes at the sight before her.

The room was square, with glass cases all around, computers resting on the walls. In the center of the room was a pool of swamp water, apparently connected to the swamp outside.

Except every inch of the room was covered in plants. Even more thickly than in the other rooms. And almost all the plants were growing outward from the direction of the pool. It looked as though a garden from heaven had been grown in the center of the lab, flowers spread across the plants, some petals falling onto the pool.

Melati gasped as she entered after May. "God… this is just…"

Then she stopped speaking when she saw the bodies. Five spread out across the floor, three more slumped against the wall, all with plants growing over them.

"What happened here?" Melati said, looking around.

"I'm getting footage of the inside of that section," Otto said. "I have the moment when Mrs. Bannister and Dr. Sallis entered."

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January 12, 2014, the day of the Battle of the Triskelion

Barbara stared at the lab around her until Ted finally pulled her in. "What is this place?"

"The garden," Ted gasped, pulling her forward towards the pool. "The water opens out into the swamp, just a few feet," he pulled her. "Just a few feet, Barbara. We can-"

Blood splashed Barbara's face as a gunshot filled the air. Ted gasped. Suddenly, he wasn't carrying her. Instead, the weight of the man came down on her. She stumbled, fell to her knees.

Ted stared at her. Her Ted, so big and strong, fell. His chest was red. That was strange, his shirt had been white. He looked so confused. Not cute confused, just as though he was… lost.

Then she realized what was happening. Ted landed in the pool, spraying water about as the briefcase in his hands fell open. Barbara heard a scream. Her throat felt raw and ripped when the scream kept getting louder. She reached out and grabbed at Ted, pulling at his lab coat. But he was sinking under the water.

"Ted!" Barbara tried to bring him close. He reached out for her. "Ted, please! Plea-" someone grabbed her from behind. "No!" Someone punched her in the face, sending her flying back. She barely got a glimpse of Ted finally sinking into the water. Pale blue chemicals soaked the water around him, the liquids coming from the briefcase he'd been carrying. Swamp water swirled over his lips as he gasped. The chemicals and swamp water filled his mouth. He looked so scared, as blood poured from his chest. Then he sank under the depths.

"No, no no no," Barbara whimpered. Someone punched her again.

"Goddamn it!" One of the men said. She blearily looked around, the pain in her face nearly blinding her. Three men, all wearing heavy gear, were staring at the water. One turned from it to grab her, pulling her up. "We lost the samples!"

"We just need to take the base," one of the other men growled. "We get the files, Dr. Calvin, we're set."

"What about her?" The man grabbing her smashed her in the back of the head with his fist.

"First, stop being a dick, Karl," another of the men said as Barbara fell to the ground. "Second, we don't need her. Kill her and be done with it."

"Fine, fine," Karl said. Barbara was pulled up, a pistol pressed to her forehead. "Ruin my-"

"Down!"

Five men rushed into the room, pointing guns at the men. "Down damn it!"

"Back off!" Karl manhandled Barbara, keeping the gun close to her. "Back off or she dies!"

"Damn it, Karl, I always knew you were an asshole!" one of the men shouted.

The men kept on shouting at each other. Barbara felt her arm get pulled back until it started to feel like it was breaking. She screamed.

The water from the pool exploded upwards. Everyone spun around, guns were raised.

They froze in fear at what they saw there. Rising from the pool, the being within screamed.

Barbara stared in horror. The creature was thrashing as it screamed, fingers clutching at the air. Liquid poured off of it. Its body looked… decayed. As though someone had taken a man, and poured acid over it. Ribs dripped swamp water into a cavity where the stomach should have been. Muscles, white and thick, ripped apart, melted, with a sick sucking sound. The smell of plants rotting, so familiar, seemed to fill the room with a physical presence. It looked like… like a dead man was rising from the swamp. The stuff of nightmares.

"...Te-" Barbara began to say.

"Open fire!" forgetting their fight, every soldier in the room started shooting. Bullets flew into the creature. They took chunks of it's ribs out, tore into its head and teeth, sending bits of brain, muscle, and bone into the air.

The creature stopped screaming. It stopped thrashing. The mouth it once had faded slowly away, swamp water flowing across it, covering the thing in muck. It's entire body was ripped apart. And still, it stood.

And before all of their eyes, as the bullets finally stopped and everyone began to reload, it started to move. At least, that's what it looked like at first. Like it was standing up or bending. Until Barbara realized vines were moving up from the swamp water. Bones dissolved, replaced with thick green cords of plant matter. Muscle snapped, tore, stripped itself, as mulch and mud moved up to replace them. It grew and grew until the creature stood at it's full height.

Someone screamed in fear. The creatures' eyes snapped open. Scarlet orbs burned in a green face, steaming in the light. It made no noise. Only stared. Then it moved forward with deceptive speed, grabbing one of the men by his face. The man struggled for long enough to fire his gun. Then he began to scream.

Steam rose from around the green fingers. Flesh bubbled and melted apart.

"AHHHHH! AHHH, AHHH!!!" the man squealed, babbling nonsensically. He grabbed at the creature, pulling and ripping at the plant monster, pieces of mulch and vines shredding apart. His fingers melted on contact with the creature, but he couldn't stop touching it, trying to escape.

It didn't matter. He continued to burn under the creatures' touch.

He died screaming. And as he did, the creature turned to the next person. The woman he grabbed desperately pulled out a knife and tried to slice it apart where it grabbed her arm. It didn't care. This thing, this monster. It just lifted her and boiled her with it's acid.

The soldiers tried to fight it. It didn't matter. It swiped a man's head clean off his shoulders, boiled another's face off and until the day she died, Barbara knew she'd remember the nightmare of a man's screams gurgling as his throat melted to mush. Seven people, dead in moments. Karl pulled back from Barbara. His grip slid off of her. The creature walked toward them. Karl began to shoot him. The creature grabbed Karl and lifted him skyward. Then, it pulled back, before slamming the man against the wall. The wall stood strong. The man, on the other hand, broke with a sound that was a combination of a crunch and a wet squelch that she'd never get out of her head. Karl gasped. The moment his mouth opened, the creature pressed his other hand to it. Karl's eyes widened. Muffled screams began, only to be replaced with the sound of hissing. Karl's throat began to melt from the inside as Barbara realized acid had poured into his mouth. His legs twitched, piss and melted flesh pouring down them. Slowly, he died.

Then the creature turned to her. It let go of Karl, letting him fall, then stalked towards her. Barbara tried to crawl backward, but it was soon upon her. It placed a hand on her face.

The pain that followed… it felt like she was burning and freezing all at once. She cried in horror, trying to pull back. The creature stared into her eyes.

And suddenly she just… she stopped. She would never be able to explain it. But she wasn't afraid anymore. Because one thought filled her then. Once she died. She'd be with Ted.

The creature's eyes glowed scarlet. Green lids slowly fell. Until it's eyes closed. And the pain stopped. Barbara gasped as relief suddenly flooded her mind. The creature leaned towards her, pressing his head to hers. The sensation of pain fading away made her cry. Then, suddenly, she was in water.

Barbara swam through filth for an unknown amount of time. Then, with a suddenness that shocked her, she was in the air again. In the swamp above the lab. She breathed in the swamp air for a long time, staring up at the sky.

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May 18, 2014

Phil Coulson/Leader of Team SHIELD

Skye held onto Barbara's hands. The redhead was shaking, her knuckles almost painfully tight on Skye's hands.

"I was in the swamp for… I don't know, a few hours?" Barbara shook her head. "John found me… I've been here since then."

"How did you end up in the swamp in the first place?" Skye asked her. "You say you were in pain, then relief. Then you were just… in the water?"

Barbara nodded quietly. Octavius spoke over the comms. "The creature placed her in the water."

"Say that again?" Coulson said, turning away from Barbara and Skye.

"The creature, this strange being, similar in make-up to Swampfire, really I hope we can find some genetic samples to compare the two and-"

"Doctor, please," Coulson said. "Focus. What did the creature do?"

"Ah, apologies. The creature, rather than finishing the job and k-killing Mrs. Bannister," Otto sounded horrified, stopping to take a shuddering breath. Coulson held back a bit of frustration at that. Octavius was probably shaken from the footage he'd seen. Seeing men and women boiled alive by a creature made of plants was probably horrifying, after all.

"He lifted her and pushed her into the water. With a surprising amount of gentleness. And then he left the room and…" Otto swallowed. "Well. The SHIELD and HYDRA agents went from fighting each other to trying to kill the creature. But it was simply unstoppable. The way the creature regenerated from attacks, killed the men… when it finished. It swam into the water-hole as well."

"It went into the water?" May asked over the comms.

"Yes, after it killed-"

May interrupted. "The water that Melati and I are standing in front of?"

"Shit!" Melati said.

"Get out of there, now!" Coulson shouted, spinning to Skye. "If that creature knows the way out, it knows the way in."

"We need to go and back them up," Skye said quickly. She let go of Barbara and grabbed her backpack. "I'm sorry, we have to-"

"I understand," Barbara said quickly. "Go."

Skye and Coulson looked at the redhead for a moment. "No time," Coulson said at last. "Mrs. Bannister, we'll be seeing you as soon as possible."

Coulson rushed out the door, Skye following right after. Coulson walked down the hallways as the doors shut on Barbara behind them, the young woman left sitting in her chair. Alone.

Down the hallway, John Daltry was speaking to a doctor. He turned to look at them, only to freeze at the sight of Coulson's face. "What happened?"

"We know what happened," Coulson said firmly. "But my team is in danger."

To his credit, Daltry didn't hesitate. He nodded and turned to leave, only for Coulson to stop him with his words to the doctor.

"I need you to make sure Mrs. Bannister doesn't escape," Sheriff Daltry spun around to stare at Coulson. "She is a security risk, for many reasons. Keep her under lock and key until we can get BRIDGE agents to speak with her."

"Coulson!" Skye said, shocked. "We don't have to do that, she's-"

"She is a spy," Coulson said firmly. "The fact she cooperated will help, especially if she keeps that up, but she was trading government secrets. Protocol is clear."

Sheriff Daltry scowled, his fists tightening. "If you think-"

"We don't have time!" Coulson said. Skye and the doctor jumped, while Daltry glared. "I want to be nice about this, I do. But right now, three of mine might be in the vicinity of a killer. I want to get to them so they have backup. So I'm sorry for being brief, but we need to get this done-"

"Okay," Daltry cut him off. "Fine. I've already got Nakamura headed here to guard her. But I'm coming with you. No one knows these swamps better than me."

Coulson smirked. "You kinda have to. You're our ride."

As they headed out, Octavius began to speak again. "Agent Coulson. I've recovered the data from after the creature escaped. There are days of nothing happening. Then, weeks later… Agent May noticed that all the soldier's gear and weapons were missing. And now we know why. They were stolen. A group of men dressed in black clothing broke into the facility, stripped the corpses and armory of their equipment, and escaped."

Coulson and Skye shared a dark glance. Someone had stolen SHIELD weapons and armor. Weapons that, back in January, were the most advanced in the world.

"Sheriff, we may need to be more prepared than I thought," Coulson said darkly.

Skye, in the meantime, opened her backpack.

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Otto Octavius

Octavius watched the footage in front of him with a careful eye. On the screen, dozens of men were roaming about, stealing things from the facility. He wasn't sure what to think about that. May and Melati were just about to come out of the facility as well, but this old footage was far more interesting than he believed. He looked from screen to screen, humming. Strange. Even as there were men inside the facility stealing, it seemed like there were more outside the place roaming towards a trailer of some sor-

Octavius was among the smartest men on Earth. So it only took a second for his brain to comprehend what was happening, that the footage of the men striding towards the trailer was currently happening and streaming from their truck's cameras.

Then he was ripping a microphone off the desk. "May, there are men with guns outs-!"

A loud booming sound came from outside. Octavius yelped, turning to look at the doors. "MAY!"

More booming noises followed. "They're shooting at the doors!"

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Melinda May

May heard Octavius' warning just before the elevator doors slid open. Her eyes widened when three men pointed guns at her. In the heartbeat, before they started shooting, she ran over her options.

The elevator was too small to hide in. The area between them and the gunmen was nothing but open ground. The men were still lifting their guns towards her. Melati hadn't noticed yet, she'd been studying her samples. No way to run.

So May attacked.

In a massive lunge, she leaped forward. Someone fired a shotgun, but she'd moved to keep out of their line of fire. Melati hadn't. When the sound of a bullet hitting flesh came from behind her, May forced herself not to flinch. Later. Worry later. Fight now.

She came to a stop in front of the man on the right, who had been the furthest back, then grabbed his gun and pushed it upwards. The butt of the gun slammed into his face. She pulled it back as he staggered away, spinning the gun around and pulling the guy forward as a human shield. One of his allies shot at her and his friend instead. Assault rifle rounds chewed through SHIELD-issued armor, but May was already ducking behind a tree, her stolen gun in hand as the guy she'd used as a shield fell to the swamp floor.

"Damn it!"

"Kill the bitch!"

Bullets hit the tree she hid behind, chewing through the bark flying around her head. Amateurs. May listened closely. Several different guns were firing. So there were more men than the original three she'd seen. Based on how the bark was flying past her…

She popped out of cover, aiming towards three men. With short controlled bursts, she hit all three in the gut, where the armor was slightly lacking. Blood sprayed into the air, intestines spilling forth. Then May ducked back into cover.

"Fuck me!" One of the wounded men shouted.

May pursed her lips. Damn. There were a lot of them. Most were trying to breach the truck, but she'd seen a few coming to join their friends in trying to flush her out. She needed to mov-

"Krk-krkrkrkrkrk!"

A sound came from the elevator. It sounded like… not a roar. Like a beast was growling and screaming all at once. A noise of rage and pain. It chilled May to the bones, that sound like a saw running along bones.

May poked her head out for a moment. Then she saw it. Behind one of the men. Standing tall, her scales glittering in the light, blood pouring from her stomach wound. Melati Kusama's fangs were grinding. Her eyes glowed. The soldier she was standing behind began to turn. Melati slashed out with superhuman speed. Claws tore through armor and skin, and the man screamed.

The other men spun to point their weapons at her, but she was already moving forward and picking another man up, tossing him at the rest with that loud sound like a saw scraping and breaking bones.

"HURT!" Melati roared. Someone shot her in the shoulder. As May watched, the bullet-hole stopped bleeding mere seconds after being created. That only made Melati angrier. "HURT!"

She leaped forward, claws first. May circled the tree to shoot a few more men to back up the superhuman and heard the trailer's back doors break open.

They were going to attack Octavius. And May couldn't stop them.

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Phil Coulson/Leader of Team SHIELD

Phil clutched tightly to the door handle as the sheriff's car took the sort of drifting turn one would see in a Japanese anime. "Where'd you learn to drive like this!?"

"That wasn't on purpose!" Daltry shouted, gunning the engine.

"I miss Lola!" Skye screamed from the back.

They were driving way over the speed limit over the back roads of the swamp, bouncing up and down as they went.

"I can slow-" Daltry began to yell.

"No!" Coulson said back. "If they're in a firefight, we need to help. May has two non-combatants to protect, they need help!"

"Oh good," Daltry grinned way too widely. "Cause I always wanted to do this."

Coulson was about to ask what he meant, only to clam up when he realized what was up ahead. A hill up along the road. A hill that was perfect as a ramp in some 80's action-comedy show.

"Oh no," Skye whispered behind them.

They sped up the hill and up into the air. Daltry let out a very familiar whoop of 'Yee-haw!' Coulson's grip on the door handle turned white. Skye let out a sound that was half-shriek, half-shout.

The sheriff's car landed almost supernaturally perfectly on the other side and kept pushing along the roads while sending up clouds of dust.

"Eat your heart out, Duke Boys," Daltry said. They continued for just a moment before the radio blasted forth.

"Sheriff!?" the loud sound of Nakamura's voice dragged their attention.

Daltry ripped the mouthpiece off and handed it to Coulson. "I'm driving, talk to him."

Coulson didn't hesitate. "This is Phil Coulson, Daltry's focused on driving but he can hear you. What is going on?"

"He went quiet for a bit, I wanted to ask him that," Nakamura sounded worried. More so than necessary. "Is he, is he still helping you, folks?"

"...Yes," Coulson said simply.

"Ah…" Nakamura let out a deep sigh. "Damn. And I guess you folks are going to help your friends in trouble near the lab."

Daltry froze. The car began to slow. He reached over to grab the mouthpiece. "Danny… How do you know they're in trouble?"

"Sorry, John," Nakamura said. The radio cut out. Daltry spun the wheel around on instinct when a camo painted jeep came roaring out of the swamps down a side road. It barreled up next to them and pulled alongside. A long black tube stretched out of the side window.

"Down!" Daltry roared just before the shotgun roared. The side window shattered as they all ducked. "Fuck!"

The jeep roared, and the shotgun fired again. Coulson reached for his Lawgiver, the massive weapon almost comical in his hands. On grabbing it, he pulled it close to his face. "High Ex!"

The gun let out a loud beep. Coulson popped up from cover and aimed at the engine of the jeep, firing.

BOOM!

The engine blew outwards in a fire. The overall jeep was fine, but the grates of the engine began to blow out flames, the side of the jeep deformed. The vehicle slowed down massively. Coulson aimed again, fired at the tire.

BOOM!

The whole jeep twisted, flipping upwards onto it's back as it's front right tire blew apart in the middle of a high-speed chase. Daltry twisted the steering wheel away and glanced behind him as the jeep skidded on its rooftop. "Jesus Christ!"

He looked over at Coulson, who raised the Lawgiver to his face and pointed straight ahead. "Keep driving!"

Daltry looked forward again with a shake of his head. "Can't believe I'm living in an action movie."

"You get used to it!" Skye said from the back.

"Up ahead!" Coulson pointed ahead again.

Two beat-up old trucks, the sort that every farmer in the south had, were blocking the road. In the center was a Sheriff department jeep. And the three cars had dozens of men with guns hiding behind them.

"Jesus H. Christ," Daltry growled, rolling the car to a stop.

"Looks like Deputy Nakamura wants a conversation," Coulson couldn't help but quip.

In the distance, just barely visible to them, they could see Daniel Nakamura, carrying an assault rifle and wearing armor over his uniform. He was lifting a loudspeaker to his lips.

"John!" he shouted into the loudspeaker. "John! We don't want to hurt you. We just want the agents. If you let us take them, we'll let you go. I'll even cut you in on all this."

John, in answer, ripped the mouthpiece off the radio and yelled into it. "Damn it, Danny, what the hell have you been doing!? You stole government weapons!"

Danny chuckled into the loudspeaker. "Come on, John. We get paid less for our job then guys who bang rocks into other rocks. You gonna blame me for selling a few grenades?"

"We all wanted a better life, John!" one of the other men said. "You can't blame us for that."

John pulled away from the mouthpiece and grumbled to himself. "I can if you start firing a damn shotgun at me."

"Okay, this is dumb," Coulson said, turning to look at Daltry. Nakamura kept speaking as Coulson ignored him. "Sheriff. I'm not sure how much Deputy Nakamura has done. But he's currently threatening our lives. He's trying to kill me and Skye-"

"Damn you," Daltry whispered, his voice raw. He looked at Coulson. His eyes were shaking. For a moment, Coulson was worried he was going to attack him. Then Daltry lifted the mouthpiece to his lips. "Danny… I wish you hadn't done this. If you give up, we can speak to a judge. But if you don't-"

"Don't be stupid, John!" Nakamura crowed into the loudspeaker. "I have twenty guys with me, all armed with SHIELD's best guns. What do you have!?"

"...They aren't called SHIELD anymore," John said sadly. "And those weapons you have are outdated now."

"That's my cue," Skye said with a grim smile, lifting her hands to place something on her head. She kicked her door open and stepped outside. As she stood in the light, it was easy to see what she was wearing.

Skye stood tall in a black chest piece of armor that glowed with green lines. A pair of black gauntlets rested on each arm, covering her from fingertips to elbow. A helmet came around her face to wrap around her head completely. She raised a hand, the center of her palm glowing with a purple light before firing.

A plasma blast split the air, slamming into one of the trucks and sending it sliding back a couple of feet. The blast also melted a hole through the metal, dripping molten steel on the floor.

"HOLY FUCK!" Nakamura yelped, ducking back.

"Come on!" Coulson yelled at John. "She'll need back up!"

"On it!"

Coulson grinned when John, unfazed by the armor-wearing young woman currently firing plasma bolts. Instead, he reached behind him, pulled a shotgun out, and spun out of the car, moving behind the car while Skye kept shooting. Coulson joined him, and together the pair raised their guns. Daltry looked from his shotgun to Coulson's Lawbringer.

"Don't suppose you have another one?" Daltry asked, popping out of cover to fire towards the men and women currently hiding behind their trucks.

"One of a kind, sorry! ICER!" the gun beeped as Coulson spun out of cover and fired the Lawgiver. One of the men was shot in the shoulder and immediately passed out. That was the beauty of ICER's. Hit someone anywhere and they would always go down, as opposed to just fighting through the pain of a bullet hole.

John popped up as well and fired, his shotgun bucking in his hands. Danny shouted.

"DID YOU JUST SHOOT AT ME!?" the deputy shouted over the loudspeaker.

John shot again, getting a loud yelp. He was forced to duck down when some bullets hit the car near him, a line of holes running along the trunk and shattering the back window. Skye stood behind the car door and kept shooting palmfuls of plasma, the powerful blasts eating through steel and rubber.

"If they aren't being stupid, they'll try to flank us," Coulson shouted, spinning to his feet to fire again. He missed but caught sight of the back of Skye's hands opening up to reveal two small tubes. She aimed and fired, catching one of the women in the stomach with an ICER round. As that woman passed out, she fired again and again, only to switch to plasma when a few men began to move to flank. Skye fired the plasma rounds into the ground in front of them, sending dust and swamp water exploding upwards and driving the men back.

"She's good at this," John said to himself.

Even in the heat of battle, Coulson had a moment to agree with the sheriff. Then he rose and kept shooting. "May, we've been delayed! What's going on in your end?"

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Otto Octavius

Otto was terrified. The doors of the trailer were buckling inwards, the entire thing shaking around him. He was desperately running around the lab, trying to figure out a way to escape. The men outside would break in soon enough. He would need to find a way to get out of the trailer.

He looked at the screens displaying what the cameras outside were seeing. The men outside were fighting May and Melati. His fellow scientist kicked one man in the chest, sending him flying back to crash into a tree with bone-crushing force.

Otto knew that Melati had gained a slew of powers due to her transformation. The young scientist could now lift just over half a ton, move as fast as Captain America, heal wounds at impressive speed, and had obtained the natural weaponry of claws and teeth. However, he had never considered her a 'fighter'. For all her fearsome appearance, she was a scientist first and foremost.

Now though, she let out a sound Otto could hear through the trailer's walls. Like a chainsaw running along bone. One of the women attempting to attack them shot her in the chest. Melati roared again and attacked that woman. The black-armored woman shot her again with a pistol, then Melati sliced outwards with animal ferocity. Claws tore across the woman's face. She screamed audibly as four red gashes blossomed on her face. Melati picked up the woman and tossed her back, sending her into the treetops. Another person tried to attack Melati from behind, only for Melati's tail to lash out in a vicious blow to the man's face, sending him tumbling.

More people tried to surround Melati. May made that impossible. The agent was flitting through the trees like a shadow. Even with the aid of the cameras, Otto could barely make her out. Until one man was shot in the right kneecap, tumbling to the ground in agony. A woman was hit in the throat, collapsing in a spray of blood. The rest pulled back into cover when another spray of suppressing fire came from May. The man May had shot in the kneecap tried to crawl away. An enraged Melati punched him as he lay on the ground.

But more men were still trying to break in, even as May and Melati distracted the rest.

The trailer shook. Otto closed his eyes for just a second to run things down in his head. This was a problem. He needed a solution. Just like all things, knowledge and intelligence would carry him through it. One of the finest minds on the Earth ran down the facts at incredible speeds.

There had been twenty-three men and women when all the people on the screens had first appeared. Three men had been initially defeated by May and Melati. Then one woman tossed into the trees, one man knocked out by a tail swipe, one woman shot in the throat, one man knocked out. Three men were trying to break into the trailer. The rest, thirteen, were focused on Melati and May.

So help wasn't coming. In his brief time in the trailer, Otto hadn't managed to learn about any weapons. While he had obtained some basic weapons training as part of his induction into BRIDGE, he didn't carry a pistol as a matter of course. So he would need to improvise.

Strange. His mind had quickly turned from flight to fight. The instinct of the body to turn to attack when all other resources failed, perhaps?

Otto moved even as he mused on that idea. Quickly, he began to search the shelves of the lab. Weapons, weapons, a way to fight back.

"Chemicals," Otto mumbled. He grabbed a small package and read the word along the side. cesium.

The label also had dozens of warnings, and the package had been surrounded by foam, with several other safety features in place to protect the material. No need to be complex about his improvisation. Simplicity is the weapon of the desperate after all.

He placed the package on a counter, took a portion of the soft metal out of the protective packaging and carefully put it into a half-liter glass bottle which had two compartments. The cesium filled one of those compartments about halfway. He took care to grab another chemical, one that would make for a very volatile reaction on top of the cesium. Then he ran to a nearby fridge, pulling out a clear glass bottle filled with chilled water. As he did, he sighted his main project. It sat on a cart, ready to be worked on. For a heart-stopping moment, he froze.

His mind warred with itself. His project was one of hope. One to aid those who had nowhere to turn. Not a weapon of war, but a tool to make the world better. His desperation and logical mindset fought against romanticism.

The trailer shook again. Desperation won.

Otto grabbed his main project's cart and pushed it into the conference room, just behind the door. Then he rushed out to the cesium resting on the counter, grabbing the water as well and pouring the cold water very carefully into the glass bottle with the cesium, very carefully keeping the water and cesium separated, as well as the third chemical.

KABOOM!

The doors imploded inwards. Otto shouted in surprise and pain as he stumbled back, his ears ringing horribly.

"We're in!" one of the men shouted. "Grab that guy, now!"

Grab. Not kill. They wanted to take him hostage. To use him to force Melati and May to concede.

Unacceptable.

Something within Otto clenched at his chest. It was bitter. Angry. For a moment, he felt his heartbeat in his ears, booming. Someone entered the trailer. One of the soldiers. He was a big man, overweight, but muscular under the fat. He had black armor on. Despite how advanced the armor looked, it was also ill-fitting, slabs of fat poking out around the straps. Of course, it was ill-fitting. It was stolen.

As was the shotgun in his hand.

Otto stared at the man. The man glared at him and barked. "Come here you little shit!"

The words. They triggered a memory immediately. "Come here you little shit!"

As the man stepped forward, Otto wasn't seeing a soldier in black armor.

He saw his father.

Fear, anger, and old heartache filled him. And the urge to hurt someone flowed in Otto Octavius like blood in the veins. He tossed the cesium/water/undisclosed filled bottle at the man while jumping back with a loud shout. The man shouted in response, raising his arm to block the bottle. The glass shattered on his arm. Three chemicals mixed in the air as the glass shattered. The cesium reacted as it met the water. For a heart-stopping moment, nothing happened. Just a wet and angry man carrying a shotgun. Then the cesium exploded on the man's skin. Flesh and skin shredded apart. The man screamed. The third chemical reacted as the explosion hit it, blowing up as well. The man was sent flying out of the hole he'd created in the truck, falling on the swampy ground outside screaming.

Otto didn't stop to watch. He was running already, even as someone behind him shouted 'FUCK!'

He entered the section of the trailer that contained the conference table, where he'd wheeled in his personal project. Working quickly, he grabbed a glove off the cart the project was on, placing it hurriedly on his right hand. He hesitantly turned on the battery underneath the cart. After a few motions with his right hand, he winced. Not as dexterous as he would have wanted. But then, that was okay. He didn't need precision. Just power. He got as far from the door as he could.

The loud sound of someone running towards him sent a jolt of fear through Otto. He clenched an untrained fist. A woman rushed into the room. Otto swung his fist in a clumsy punch, his back and abdomen screaming in pain, followed by his shoulder.

His project moved. Made of black metal and plastic, shaped roughly like a human arm attached at the shoulder to a pole. The arm had several wires running from the pole to the cart, to it. When Otto punched, it was almost hilariously slow, but the robotic arm on the cart moved the instant he did, commanded by the motion-capture glove he was wearing. Electric signals flowed through the air to force the arm to move. With far more speed and power.

A mechanical fist smashed into the woman's stomach with a horrendous smack. She let out a loud gurgle of pain, her finger reflexively pulling the trigger on her gun. Otto screamed in pain when a bullet hit him in the shoulder. The feeling of a hot knife slicing through skin and flesh was unbearable. He reflexively lashed out. The mechanical arm whined as it snapped upwards, smashing into the woman's chin with a sickening crack. Otto fell back, blood streaming down his arm.

"Confound you!" Otto shouted as he landed on his back. "Oh god!"

He stared at his wound. Good lord. He could see into himself. A great gaping hole, with flesh opened to the air. The feeling of hot blades in his shoulder made him want to scream.

"You!" someone shouted, drawing Otto's attention. He looked up at the man who entered, stepping over the unconscious form of the woman he'd punched with his project on prosthetics technologies. "You piece of shit!"

The man spoke with a Southern accent and wore a trucker hat. He was also carrying a shotgun. He had mud-green eyes that were wide with rage. "I'm going to kill you!"

Otto desperately waved his arm, screaming as he did so. The prosthetic project spun around to hit the man. The man blocked it on his forearm, then kicked the cart, sending Otto's project sprawling onto the ground.

Otto tried to think of a way out. But he'd run out of options. Exhausted everything. As he stood there, staring at the man who stalked towards him, fear flooded his body.

And then, the screaming began. Not from Otto. From outside the trailer.

Otto and the man looked at the screens in the conference room, which showed what the cameras outside were picking up. And both stopped to stare.

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Melinda May

May rolled to get behind a tree, then spun out of cover as bullets hit where she had been. She fired back at the attackers, then swept out the legs of one of them when they approached, punching him in the face when he tried to stab her with a knife. Nine people left to fight. If it wasn't for Melati, May would have had much more trouble. But the reptilian woman had lost any semblance of humanity. She was screaming in rage, her eyes blackened in fury. May raised her gun.

Then someone screamed. Not like the shouts of rage or pain that had been filling the air. This one was a screech.

May ducked behind a tree and poked her head out in the direction of the scream. Then she froze.

One of the soldiers was shooting in the direction of the swamp. And striding towards them, was the creature.

Eight feet tall, walked through the swamp with red eyes set firmly forward. There was something surreal about the sight of the creature in the daylight. The sun shone upon emerald arms as they swung back and forth. Its body was soaked in water and the swamps at its feet seemed to part in front of it. It didn't make a sound.

But when the soldier that was shooting it screamed, red eyes snapped to land on him. May's own eyes widened. And the creature shifted it's path. And suddenly, Melati was no longer the focus of attention.

The soldiers kept shooting at the green creature, attempting to destroy it. Bullets passed through it, spurts of green ejecting out it's back with every shot. It didn't care. Its eyes were on the soldier who'd screamed. The soldier who was slowly backing away, his eyes wide, his small red beard shaking as he quivered. The eight other soldiers weren't as frozen. Three ran to fight Melati, who snarled even as she had her stomach shot out. Two more stayed with the scared solder. The rest rushed the creature, switching their guns for melee weapons. May, not missing her chance, reloaded her stolen assault rifle in the meantime, ignoring the soldiers fighting the creature to aid Melati.

As the two men ran towards the creature, one of them yelled a battle cry, lifting a machete high. He sliced the creature's right arm off in a vicious attack, sending the limb bouncing onto the ground. The man let out a victorious cry.

The creature didn't spare a glance. It kept moving. The right arm it had lost sank into the swamp. And as they watched, it grew its arm back. At incredible speeds, branches, mud, and leaves flowed to reform its limb. The second attacker stabbed the creature in the chest. The creature took a long knife into its form, then swept out a still reforming right arm to send the second man flying. The first man roared, slicing and dicing at the creature. Then, as his actions were proven to be futile. His eyes widened. He let out a gasp. A flash of fear crossed his face. He reared back to attack again.

And the creature, in a smooth motion, reached out and grabbed the soldier's face. The man screamed, his machete stabbing the creature's stomach. Red eyes turned slowly, like spotlights landing on a nervous actor on a stage. Then, smoke rose from the man's face. And his scream became something horrid. His face began to melt under the creature's grip, he was lifted into the air to kick and scream in fear.

Everyone stopped fighting. May, Melati, the soldiers, all stared at the monster. And it's red eyes turned to look at them, as the man in his hands stopped moving.

"May, we've been delayed! What's going on in your end?" Coulson said then.

"Coulson," May said. "That thing is back."

"...May. It's drawn to fear."

May understood without anything else. She hid behind a tree and closed her eyes. Despite what some thought, May could feel fear. Fear was useful. It made sure to keep one alive, to warn of danger. But it had to be controlled. To keep it from paralyzing you. She usually kept that balance. A hint of fear to make sure she never lost what had kept her alive.

She forced that down now. After her encounter with the Berserker Staff when she had to push back a lifetime of rage fueled by ancient alien magic, she found it easier to control the petty emotions of a human being.

The others in the area weren't so lucky. Melati, at least, had calmed down from the rampaging anger that had enveloped her from the start. Instead, she was panting in the center of the clearing, crouched low, her claws held out. She looked like an animal. Her clothes had been ripped to shreds, blood dripping from her fingers, and breath coming out in great gasps that sounded almost like ragged roars.

The creature swiped out a hand, grabbing his other attacker around his right hand. The man screamed as his fist melted under the creatures' grip. The man tried to push the creature away with his other hand, only for the hand that met the monster's body to begin to burn. Bone started to show under the skin and flesh. May felt a flash of pity. Then she moved slightly out of cover and shot that man in the head.

The creature didn't flinch when the man who had been screaming in his grasp collapsed wordlessly. It simply let the man's corpse fall. And it focused it's red eyes on the soldiers.

But May and Melati were already getting to work. As the creature strode towards the soldiers, May shot a woman in the stomach, then the neck. The other soldiers turned to aim at her. Melati struck the three men who had gone to attack her. Leaping dozens of feet forward, she landed feet first on one man's back, then swiped her tail out at another, sending that soldier flying into a nearby tree. The last of the three shot Melati in the leg. She grabbed him and tossed him several feet into the air, where he smashed into a tree with a nasty thud.

Then the creature got to the last two soldiers. May raised her gun, but the monster was already reaching out. One of the soldiers screamed. His mouth was grabbed by the creature. Another soldier tried to run. She was snatched by the back of her neck.

May lowered her gun, staring as the two soldiers died more horribly than she had seen in a long time.

"...Is it… On our side?" Melati growled in the back of her throat.

"I don't think it has a side," May mumbled.

"Don't move!" The creature, Melati, and May looked at the trailer. A single soldier was coming out of the trailer. And he was holding Otto by the neck, a shotgun held to his back.

The older man was bleeding freely from his shoulder, already looking pale. He stared at them, before his eyes landed on the creature. His eyes widened. "Fascinating… absolutely fascinating."

"Shut the fuck up!" the soldier shouted. He released Otto's neck to slam a fist into the back of his head. Otto screamed in pain, and the soldier grabbed him again. "You're going to let me go, got it! You and your band of freaks! Or I'm killing the fatass!"

May clenched at her rifle, watching the man carefully. Melati growled.

The creature took a slow step forward.

"H-Hey, back the fuck off!" the soldier shouted, staring at the creature. "T-Tell this thing to back off or I'll kill this guy!"

"He's not on our side," May said softly. "It's not on anyone's side. And it's not going to listen to me."

The soldier stared at her. Then he turned to run.

May shot him in the back of the head.

"Dear God!" Otto fell to his knees, clutching at his shoulder. "Dear god! That was…"

They all noticed it at the same time. That the creature hadn't stopped moving. It stepped towards Otto. Red eyes glowed.

"Hey, get away from him!" Melati screamed, leaping towards the creature.

A green-leafed arm smacked her aside, sending her flying.

"Melati!" Otto cried out in horror. Then he stared at the creature. "May, what-"

"It's drawn to fear," May rushed up next to Otto, kneeling next to him as they watched the creature. "Coulson told me. That's why it attacked the soldiers. It kills people who are afraid of it! Dr. Octavius, you need to keep calm!"

Otto was breathing hard, his eyes wide. The creature reached out. "Fear, fear, I-I need," he swallowed. "The antithesis of fear is knowledge… How does it sense fear?" His voice was shaky. "It is made of some sort of plant-life, so it must have some way of interacting with its environment, of sensing fear using some sort of- oh god!"

The creature's hand reached out, fingers scraping along Otto's left hand. May pulled him up and back, physically pulling him into the trailer. "Come on, Doctor!"

Behind them, the blown-up doors of the trailer were snapped out, and the creature followed. The trailer shook as hundreds of pounds of monster strode in.

May pulled Otto through the lab, past the bodies of those he'd beaten. As she did, Otto continued to bleed. He spoke to himself.

"Logic Otto. Logic, come on," he shouted in pain when May sat him down in a chair in the conference room. She ran up to the front of the trailer and worked at the keypad. After some quick presses, the door opened, revealing the driver's area. She pressed a sidewall and a panel opened, revealing several small weapons. "Oh, well, that would have been nice to know about!" Otto screamed.

"We didn't have time to go over everything," May explained. She grabbed a flare gun and some rounds, then spun to face the door as Otto rolled to a stop next to her. "Will this work?"

"I don't believe so," Otto said, his voice shaky as he clutched at his bloody shoulder. His left hand had stopped smoking where the creature had touched him. "I need to calm myself… This creature, did Coulson have any explanation for it?"

"No," May said. Just then, the creature was standing in the door. She fired a flare round into its face. The fire burned in the creature's chest. It didn't seem to care. "Damn it," May fired another round, then ran back into the cabin.

"Anyone would assume that Ted Sallis and the super-soldier serum being poured into the swamp would have made this, this swamp thing," Otto said. For some reason, May thought that 'swamp thing' just sounded wrong as the creature's name. "But that makes no sense," he furrowed his brow at the creature. Slowly, he spoke. "Your form… I have seen Swampfire do similar things. But he is an alien. A being born from a completely different world. How could a human, a man… but it is possible," Otto stopped shaking. "The Hulk. Fantasma, Thor, Dial, Abomination. So many wonders in the modern world of man."

May came out of the trailer, carrying a grenade. Then she stopped.

The creature had stilled. It was staring at Otto.

"With so many monsters and wonders, I suppose that it is not natural for a scientist to claim anything is impossible," Otto whispered. Behind the creature, Melati rushed in. May hurriedly waved at the reptile woman to stop before she could leap at the monster. Melati did so. Otto kept speaking. "So. It is not a matter of, 'this is impossible'. It is a matter of, 'what are the rules'... What, my fascinating friend, are the rules that make you what you are?"

The creature stared a moment longer.

"...Is it broken?" Melati asked.

As though signaled by that, it walked forward. May watched, controlling herself, as the monster's hand reached out for Otto once more. It touched the back of his left hand, still smoking. And Otto let out a surprised gasp of relief as the creature's touch left a bubbling foam.

Then, slowly, it turned and began to walk out of the trailer.

"I…" Otto stared at it's back. "Agent May."

"Yeah?" May asked, exhaustion hitting her just then.

"I believe I'd like to get medical attention now," Otto whispered. Then he passed out.

And the monster walked off into the swamp.

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Phil Coulson/Leader of Team SHIELD

"They're almost done!" Daltry shouted as the fighting continued. He fired his shotgun at one man, then caught a haymaker from a large woman on his right arm.

SMACK!

With a right cross worthy of the classic Westerns Coulson had seen in his youth, Daltry punched the woman in the face, knocking her flat on her back. A man tried to stab Daltry. The sheriff blocked the stab on his shotgun, then kicked the man in between the legs. His opponent's eyes crossed before Daltry laid him out with another hard punch.

"Anyone tell you that you look like Clint Eastwood when ya fight?" Coulson quipped, firing an ICER shot that brought someone else down.

"I've always been told I was pretty," Daltry said. Then he grinned. "But yeah."

A man landed on his back next to them. The man tried to scramble to his feet, only to get a boot to the face. Skye grinned at Daltry and Coulson. "You two are so cute."

All around them, the bodies of Nakamura's men lay. Some were dead. Most were knocked out, ICER's allowing them to drop the death toll significantly. Daltry looked around, panting. He had scrapes on his face, his jacket discarded. Coulson's suit was covered in dust and blood. Skye's armor had been similarly damaged despite it's enhanced durability.

Daltry, despite his exhaustion, still looked fierce and angry. "...Where's Danny?"

Skye frowned, looking around. Coulson did the same. Then he saw Danny.

The man was lying in the dirt behind one of the trucks. He'd been hit in the leg and was crawling away. A trail of blood was leading from where he'd originally fallen. He'd gotten pretty far.

Before he could say anything, Daltry saw the deputy as well. Growling, Daltry began to walk forward.

"Joh-"

"Don't," Daltry snarled at Coulson. He kept striding forward. "This part… It's something I have to do."

Skye and Coulson shared a look. Neither said anything. Daltry was soon at Danny. The deputy, realizing he'd been caught, spun onto his back and tried to raise his gun at Daltry.

Daltry stomped down on his arm.

"Aaaaaagh!" Danny screamed.

"Enough," Daltry smirked. "Danny. I always liked you. But you know how I feel about chances… You get one," Danny snarled, trying to reach for his belt for another gun. In a lightning-fast move, Daltry's revolver was in his hand. A .44, a massive gun that shone in the light like a sword in the hand of a knight. The barrel was pointed at Danny's nose. He froze. "Danny. You've been stupid. Stupid enough to steal from the government. The branch of the government that deals with superheroes for fuck's sake. You were stupid enough to attack me, and their agents. You're already under arrest, Danny. Everything you say will be held against you in a court of law."

Daltry cocked back the hammer of his revolver. The gun seemed to vibrate. Danny's sweat was making his face shiny. "You tried to kill super-agents, Danny. You've been stupid for months…" The gun was massive. "Don't be stupid now."

"..."

Danny slowly laid back. Daltry looked up at Coulson. "If y'all have people to take care of things like this. Might be a good time to get them."

"Badass," Skye whispered nearby.

Coulson chuckled, then brought a hand to his ear. "May?"

"We're okay, Coulson. But we've got a hell of a story to tell you," she said softly.

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Author's Note: The next chapter is a small wrap-up, the Dial and Jen catch up. The next bit of the story is going to be Jen telling her own perspective on things while she and Dial talk to hang out in the tower.

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Guessing Man-Thing was rather confused at Otto near the end...
not many people would have reacted like that...
 
Damn. Every time Otto gets a moment to shine in this fic, I end up grinning like a loon. I honestly can't wait for the moment that he finally becomes Doc Ock - Full time Scientist, part time Superhero :D

Also, as much as I loved this swamp-monster character I've never heard of, I still feel sad that there aren't forces like the Green and its Parliament of Trees working here. Marvel's heroes are incredibly varied and unique, but the comic forces of DC have always been my favourite. Ah, well.
 
Damn. Every time Otto gets a moment to shine in this fic, I end up grinning like a loon. I honestly can't wait for the moment that he finally becomes Doc Ock - Full time Scientist, part time Superhero :D

Also, as much as I loved this swamp-monster character I've never heard of, I still feel sad that there aren't forces like the Green and its Parliament of Trees working here. Marvel's heroes are incredibly varied and unique, but the comic forces of DC have always been my favourite. Ah, well.

Mystic forces are something that Man-Thing hardly lacks.

Ted Sallis was/is a Man of Lineage, a hereditary guardian of the Nexus of All Realities that can trace this duty all the way back to Adam K'odman.

So basically that Louisiana Swamp is the Hellmouth, and if any army of demons shows up to conquer the Earth, well, all who know fear burn at the Man-Thing's touch....
 
Damn this was Doc Oct's moment to shine and damn that Sherrif is awesome. Is he basically Clint Eastwood?
 
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Guessing Man-Thing was rather confused at Otto near the end...
not many people would have reacted like that...
More that Otto managed to control his fear by pushing himself to focus on logic instead. He made himself feel something other than negative emotions purely through the positive feelings he has for science.
Damn. Every time Otto gets a moment to shine in this fic, I end up grinning like a loon. I honestly can't wait for the moment that he finally becomes Doc Ock - Full time Scientist, part time Superhero :D
It'll be a scream to see, that's for sure. Of course, by then he'll have something to fight for.
Also, as much as I loved this swamp-monster character I've never heard of, I still feel sad that there aren't forces like the Green and its Parliament of Trees working here. Marvel's heroes are incredibly varied and unique, but the comic forces of DC have always been my favourite. Ah, well.
@stsword said a bit, but to add to that. I love Swamp Thing, and I love the mythology attached to him. He's a damn cool character.

But Man-Thing has a whole lot of interesting things about him that will be fun to interact with.
Mystic forces are something that Man-Thing hardly lacks.

Ted Sallis was/is a Man of Lineage, a hereditary guardian of the Nexus of All Realities that can trace this duty all the way back to Adam K'odman.

So basically that Louisiana Swamp is the Hellmouth, and if any army of demons shows up to conquer the Earth, well, all who know fear burn at the Man-Thing's touch....
Oh fuck yeah it is. The Man-Thing comics where he ends up being the first line of defense between Earth and a bunch of dangerous dickheads who wanna hurt her are some of my favorites. Man-Thing has fought cultists, demons, wizards, and super-villains who wanted to use the Nexus as a weapon.

Thing is though. No matter how tough they think they are, demons do feel fear. Anyone who's played Doom will tell you that.
Damn this was Doc Oct's moment to shine and damn that Sherrif is awesome. Is he basically Clint Eastwood?
I did get some ideas from my favorite western actor. But I also imagine a younger Sam Elliot whenever I picture him. Check it

 
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Phil Coulson/Leader of Team SHIELD

May 19, 2014-Citrusville, Florida Everglades, Louisiana

One day after the whole fiasco, Phil was standing in Sheriff John Daltry's office. The Sheriff looked exhausted. Coulson couldn't blame him. There was a lot going on.

"Deputy Daniel Nakamura has refused to talk to us," Coulson said. "But we have enough from his people. Some of them are career criminals from all over this area. A lot were related to each other. But Nakamura was smart. Used his money to hire them, even got some idiots from out of town."

"All to kill us?" Daltry asked tiredly.

"Well, most of them didn't really know they were going to kill BRIDGE agents," Coulson said.

"But they did know they were going to kill a sheriff."

Coulson didn't have anything to say to that.

"What sort of-" Daltry stopped and sighed. "I need to be more discerning about who I trust… Danny was like a son to me," he looked up at Coulson, and the agent felt a pang of pain. "I thought he would replace me when I was done, if I didn't get voted out. And now…"

Coulson walked forward and sat down in front of Daltry's desk. He placed his hands together and leaned forward. He opened his mouth to speak. Then he closed it, blinking.

God. Was this really so hard to talk about?

"...I had an agent working for me a little while back," Coulson said after that false start. "His name was Grant Ward. I was the one who asked him to work for me. We spent a few months working together with the rest of my team. He was my guy in the field, the man I could trust to take on almost any challenge," Coulson smiled sadly. "I trusted him. Until-"

"HYDRA," Daltry said, eyes widening in realization.

Coulson nodded. "He'd been tricking me for months. Integrating himself into the team, getting closer to us, learning our secrets. Even as I saw him as an ally, he was ready to betray us…"

Coulson leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms. "I sometimes ask myself what was real. If he'd ever regretted it. If he really saw us as his friends. I shouldn't. The past is the past. Grant Ward is dead. And unless I get to meet him down the line, I'll never know the truth."

"...Guess I'm glad I didn't kill Danny," Daltry said. "Even if the answer ends up being that he was always a piece of shit. I'd rather know… How do you deal with it?"

Coulson smiled. "Grant was part of a team. And a lot of that team is still around with me. They have my back. That, having people to trust in. It helps more than you know."

"Heh," Daltry smiled quickly and nodded. "I suppose it does. And your team is pretty damn good."

Coulson blinked. He was ready to correct Daltry, to tell him that two members of that team were actually elsewhere. Then he thought about that. About Otto and Melati, and how well they had done on this mission. Of Fitz-Simmons, and how they made a point to visit him everytime he stopped by the tower. Or of Tony constantly bothering him. Of Skye. Of May.

"...Yeah. I have a damn good team," he said in satisfaction. Then he chuckled. "But now, we have to focus on the future."

"Got it," Daltry's eyes hardened. "So tell me, Coulson. What the hell do I have running around in my swamp?"

Coulson chuckled. When Daltry glared at him, Coulson shook his head. "Honestly, it's gonna be hard to swallow. But… When HYDRA and SHIELD ended up fighting in that lab, a scientist Ted Sallis was shot and fell into the swamp with a case full of experimental super-soldier serum."

"Are you even allowed to tell me about this?" Daltry asked, shocked.

"I have approval from my Director on telling you some of this," Coulson said with a wave of his hand. "Anyways… When Sallis fell into the swamp, the serums interacted with his body. My biological expert is still looking into the samples she found, and one of our experts has a theory that something may have interfered with the process," Dial had been very adamant that the Nexus of All Realities was probably involved with the process. Coulson still had trouble dealing with that idea. "But when it was over, that creature was left in his place. The Man-Thing."

"Jesus Christ," Daltry rubbed his forehead. "Who comes up with these damn names?"

Coulson didn't say anything about that.

"So what now?" Daltry asked. "Your folks come by and pick up this thing?"

"...We can't."

Daltry's eyes widened. "Why the hell not!? I can't have some giant plant monster running around in my backyard!"

Coulson winced. "Daltry. There is more going on with Man-Thing than just some 'monster'. He's necessary."

"The hell does that mean!?" Daltry asked furiously.

"It means that if he isn't in your swamp," Coulson's eyes narrowed. "Then things get worse… Citrusville, and all its people, will be in big trouble."

Daltry stared at him. "...Coulson, what-"

"We aren't going to just leave him there," Coulson said softly. "I'm having one of the Avengers come by to explain things further as soon as he's available. And BRIDGE will be making a team to help you. A group of experts," Coulson leaned forward. "John. We aren't going to leave you alone with all this. We need you to protect this town."

"Jesus Christ," Daltry mumbled. "...What do you need me to do?"

Coulson smiled. There it was. Under the uncertainty was something he'd seen from Daltry before. Stubbornness. Harsh and tough as stone. An unwillingness to back down from anything. Daltry was meeting Coulson's eyes with that hard gaze. He didn't understand what was happening in his town. But he didn't need to.

He was Citrusville's sheriff. His town needed to be protected. His own deputy, a small army, a literal plant monster, none of them changed that fact.

"We'll have that discussion soon," Coulson said. "In the meantime, just do what you always do. Protect the town."

Daltry scoffed. "As though I was going to do anything else."

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May 20, 2014


"Mahmoud isn't coming?" Skye asked Coulson, confused.

Coulson, Skye, Otto, Melati, Daltry, and May were all standing on an airfield watching as a Quinjet started to make it's descent towards them.

"Director Hill said he's on leave for now," Coulson explained, eyes on the Quinjet. The truck and Daltry's sheriff car were waiting behind the small group. "Apparently his trip to the Savage Land was… harsh."

"Is he all right!?" Skye asked, turning to give him a worried look.

Coulson knew that while Skye and Mahmoud had flirted for a bit, they ended up simply being friends. Close friends. So he was quick to reassure her.

"Dial is fine. Doesn't even need medical attention. But he's taking some time off," Coulson walked forward as the Quinjet finally landed. "In the meantime, we have another expert here."

The back of the plane opened up. As the cargo door slowly lowered, a woman could be seen standing inside. She was elderly, with pale white hair and dignified air about her, her hair pulled up into a tight bun. In her purple dress, holding a black cane, she looked like a headmistress for an extremely strict school. She looked across the group with an arched brow. As she did, a small black cat ran past her, coming to a stop in front of Skye, who cooed and leaned down to pet the animal.

"Mrs. Harkness," Coulson said in greeting as the older woman came to join them. "It's a pleasure to have you here to consult."

"Mr. Coulson," the older woman responded, looking across them. She noted Octavius and Melati in particular, before stopping on Skye. "Behind the shoulders, dear. Ebony has a fondness for being petted there."

"Oh?" Skye followed suit, petting the black cat happily. "Ebony? Such a pretty name, hmm?"

The cat purred, and Agatha seemed pleased. In a very dignified way though.

"Now, I believe we are not here simply to chat, are we?" Agatha looked at Coulson, whose back straightened on instinct. "Because if you did, I will be quite cross, young man. Swamps are not to my taste."

"...I like her," May said with a smile.

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They drove for a short while before finally arriving in the swamps, soon coming near the labs. However, when Daltry began to turn the car to head towards the lab, Agatha, who was sitting in the back with Skye and Ebony, spoke.

"No. Turn right."

"Huh?" Daltry looked back at her, confused. "Uh, ma'am, the lab is-"

"The lab is not what matters," Agatha cut him off mercilessly. "I sense that our true target is just behind it. Most likely connected to it. Turn right now."

"Daltry," Coulson added, looking at Agatha. The older woman met his eyes and nodded. Coulson nodded back. "I think we should trust her on this."

"...My life has gotten so weird since you BRIDGE folks," Daltry mumbled as he followed instructions.

"We get that a lot," Skye chirped.

They went down the road for some time. Then off-road. The trailer, which May, Otto, and Melati were bouncing around in, had to stop behind them. Agatha guided them to a place a few hundred feet from the secret location of the SHIELD lab.

They got out of the car, and Coulson stilled.

The swamp felt different there. Very different. It was a warm and sunny day outside. But here… it was cold. Insanely cold. The trees were so tightly packed that the canopy blocked almost all light. A heavy fog hung in the air. And there was a sense of something. Something hanging in the world. Possibility.

"W-What is this?" Daltry asked, stunned.

Ebony strode forward, paws walking atop the ground of the swamp with ease. They were in front of a section of water, the area surrounded thickly in plant-life. The black cat looked back at Agatha. The formidable older woman didn't say a word. She raised a hand and pressed a palm outward. The air rippled like water being hit by a rock.

"Jesus Christ!?" Daltry shouted in shock.

"Not quite," Agatha snapped. "Now, be silent. I am working."

Daltry gaped at her, looking at Coulson. The agent only shook his head and stepped back to watch Agatha work.

For several long minutes, Agatha simply stood there, staring at nothing. Coulson, Skye, and Daltry watched. Ebony licked herself clean.

"Coulson?" May's voice drew their attention. Melati and Otto were following May through the swamp, the trio coming to a stop beside Daltry's car. "What's going on?"

"Agatha is doing her study," Coulson whispered.

"Magic?" Otto sounded skeptical. But he didn't interrupt, only watching.

"Wonder what she's seeing," Skye whispered.

"More than can be believed," Agatha answered.

"...Ears like a bat," Skye mumbled to herself.

"Mind your manners," Agatha stopped and spun around. Hard eyes landed on Coulson. "What lunacy caused this?"

She didn't shout. But in the cold and dark place they stood in, her harsh tones might as well have been a gunshot to the heart.

"We don't know," Coulson answered.

"Uh, yes," Otto stepped forward. "We did find some strange energy readings, but were unable to detect the source. Or what exactly they are doing."

"That is because technology, for all it's incredible versatility, is not made to understand this," Agatha said grimly. "Agent Coulson. Was SHIELD attempting to access other worlds?"

Coulson shook his head, already understanding what she was getting at.

"Then this is… a natural phenomenon," Agatha said slowly, sounding surprised. "It was rumoured, but to finally see after all these years… the Nexus of all Realities."

"This is way above my paygrade," Daltry said.

"The Nexus?" Melati asked.

"A cross-dimensional gateway," Agatha explained. "A place where all of the multiverse is connected. From here, one could travel in between all realities."

"Are you serious?" Otto asked, stunned. "The Multiverse… Do you have proof?"

Agatha scowled at him. "Don't be foolish. To try and prove it would be to open our world to the worlds beyond. I would rather not initiate another Rio or Atlantis incident."

No one seemed to know what to say to that implication.

"This place should be guarded," Agatha said, sounding confused. "Where… Oh."

He rose. From out of the waters of the swamp, he slowly peaked up at them. Red eyes blinked lazily. Then he walked up to them.

"Jesus," Daltry said softly.

"Don't be afraid," Coulson said. Not to try and console, but to warn. The instant one of them felt any fear, they were dead.

The Man-Thing strode towards them, coming to a stop before Agatha. She stared up at the creature, undaunted by his size or appearance. Instead, she seemed sad.

"Oh. Oh you poor wretched creature," Agatha held out a hand and placed it on Man-Thing's chest. She shook her head. "What did you do to deserve this?"

The Man-Thing's red eyes closed.

"...Is there a way to change him back?" Coulson asked.

Agatha shook her head. "No. Whatever happened… I can feel the strands of metaphysical energy tying him to the Nexus. He is it's guardian. The one chosen to protect it and destroy those that would come out of it."

"Ted Sallis is dead then," Otto said sadly.

"No," Agatha shook her head. She closed her eyes and hummed to herself. "I sense a human soul within this creature. Sleeping within… Perhaps that is the genius of the Nexus," Agatha turned to look at them. "A human soul, so the creature cannot be possessed. Asleep, so it cannot be manipulated. But also so that it might have the strength that humanity can offer it."

"...So we can't get rid of this thing?" Daltry asked gruffly.

"Absolutely not!" Agatha barked. She rounded on Daltry in an instant. "This creature is tied to the Nexus you fool! It is it's guardian! The protector of our world! He must not be destroyed, moved, or controlled!"

"Okay, okay, damn!" Daltry stepped back in the face of the witch's fury. "I get it. But I need to keep my town safe. If this thing is wandering around melting faces off the second someone gets spooked, I can't just stand by."

Agatha calmed, turning to look at the Man-Thing. The tall creature looked around. Then it turned and began to walk away, apparently no longer interested in it's visitors. "I suppose that I will have to suggest some ways to aid in keeping the unwary from this swamp. This must be kept secret however… The Nexus of All Realities is dangerous. Possibly more dangerous than anything else in this universe."

Dial had said the same thing, Coulson mused to himself. That this thing was the equivalent of finding the Death Star in the middle of nowhere.

"Then it should be studied," Otto said softly.

"Indeed," Agatha Harkness turned her back on the swamp and the Man-Thing, who disappeared into the waters. "In the meantime, I will begin preparing some basic wards. Something to drive off any curious minds, giving them an urgent need to be elsewhere."

"Like Hogwarts?" Skye asked.

"Uh, maybe we shouldn't make that compariso-" Coulson began to say nervously.

"Exactly like Hogwarts," Agatha said, nodding her head.

Coulson blinked. Huh. He thought she'd be offended, but she just went with it instead.

"Once I am done, I'll write up a proposal to your director on what should be done next," Agatha declared.

"Great," Coulson said. "In the meantime… there's someone I need to see."

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A couple of hours later, the Citrusville Psychiatric Hospital

Coulson, Barbara, and Daltry were in her room. Coulson was speaking, while Daltry stood beside Barbara. He was looking down at her, worry on his face.

Barbara wasn't speaking. Her hands were clenched tightly together, placed on her knees as she sat there. Drops of water hit the floor as Coulson spoke.

"-still alive," the agent said as kindly as he could. "But… Ted isn't there anymore. That creature. It's replaced him. Turned him into a guardian. And there's no coming back from it. He will always be that way… I'm so sorry, Barbar-"

"Stop."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"I prayed he was somehow out there. But not like this," Barbara looked up at Coulson. Her face, still a ruined mess on half of it, was dripping wet. She rubbed her face under her nose, snorting as snot dropped from it. She winced, and let out a sob. "Oh g-god," she said, shaking. "T-Ted i-is-"

She cried. Openly, with no shame, she cried. It was a sad, ugly thing. Coulson and Daltry didn't stop her. Daltry leaned down towards her, wrapping his arms around her. She stared, unseeing, at the wall as she wailed. Coulson shut his eyes.

This was the part he'd hated. The people who were left behind, when the monsters were created. When people were lost.

"It's okay," Daltry lied to Barbara. "It's okay."

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Mahmoud Schahed/Dial

May 20, 2014- Avengers Tower, New York City, New York

When Jen and I had finally finished, it was around six hours later. Er… keep in mind, it wasn't because we were having sex the whole time. We took some moments to relax and talk. Just to hang out. But when we weren't… Damn. Just damn.

After that, we both just lay down in bed, Jen lying against my chest as we stared up at the ceiling, our blankets tossed on the floor and the sun shining on our nude bodies.

"..." I just stared at the ceiling, stunned.

"That good, huh?" Jen teased, dragging me from my thoughts. She turned her head against me, her hair tickling my chest, to give me a wide grin.

"Pretty much anything I say-" I tried to think of something to tack on, only to literally be at a loss for words. She laughed, which had an oddly calming effect on me.

I grinned back at her. "So… how was your mission?"

She rolled her eyes. "Ok, really? You wanna talk about that now?"

"I wanna talk about a lot," I admitted. "But you looked… well, satisfied," she gave me a saucy look. "I mean, like you'd had a good time on your mission. Or at least, felt good about it."

"I did," she said thoughtfully. "Went through a lot of stuff I didn't expect."

"You wanna talk about it?"

She gave me a sultry smile and grabbed me in a sensitive zone. "Yeah. I'm guessing you need the rest."

I chuckled, not feeling hurt by the fact she was way more energetic than I was right now. Honestly, considering the difference in our power, the fact I was still awake was a testament to how my recent training regimen had done.

Jen got up from the bed, the blanket falling down as she did. Uncaring of her nudeness, she began to walk out, long black hair swaying with each step, green skin glistening. Damn. All eight-feet of her was enough to make a man go wild. A part of my body tried to show his appreciation, but he'd need a moment.

"Come on. Make me breakfast and I'll tell you about it."

"Fair deal," I got up and followed her.

In the kitchen, Jen sat down at the island counter while I went to the fridge and pulled out some eggs. As I prepared the rest of the ingredients, she began her story.

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Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk

May 18, 2014

My name's Jennifer Walters. And I'm the Sensational She-Hulk.

That's what the newspapers have been calling me at least. Foggy makes fun of me for it, and I gotta agree, it's a pretty ridiculous name. I kinda love it though.

It's like the rest of the world understands what I understand. Mousy little Jen is gone. Now I'm lean, mean, and evergreen.

Being hulked out has been a blast the last few months! I can leap to the height of a skyscraper, lift cars, and even reach the top of the refrigerator!

Plus, I'm pretty damn gorgeous. But you don't need me to tell you that!

But my body wasn't the only thing that changed since that asshole Sterns had kidnapped me. I'd moved to New York City, joined the Avengers, and ended up working for a different law firm. I've helped with rescue efforts in Rio, fought demons, dinosaurs, and other freaky things. My boyfriend can turn into over a dozen weird as hell aliens, but still blushes like an adorable kid everytime I flirt with him. ("See, there you go, blushing!" "Do you want these eggs or not?")

My life has become a whole lot better. More interesting for one.

That said, I still had boring things to do. I love being a lawyer, love putting together for a case and pushing myself to the edge as another lawyer tries to shatter apart my defense. There's a thrill to fighting with someone that way, testing your will.

But the cases I had nowadays were slightly less exciting than I wanted.

"Okay, so, the VA is going to keep claiming that his injuries weren't sustained in battle, obviously," Foggy said as he worked through the pile of files on his desk. "We've got some time before the medical report comes in, but the doctors say that he likely got them during the war."

Matt was running his hands along a piece of paper as he spoke. "They probably didn't reveal themselves until now. Happens, sometimes. Soldier gets wounded in battle, doesn't feel the damage until years later. Twenty years, in this case. We should be able to help him though"

"So it's a slam dunk," I said. I wasn't entirely focused, mostly staring out of the window.

Foggy looked at Matt. The trio was sitting in their office, within the room they'd designated the main meeting room, putting together a case for the Department of Veteran Affairs to reimburse a Veteran for his upcoming operation. Murdock adjusted his glasses.

"Well, it might be a bit more complicated than that, but essentially, yes," Matt wasn't quite looking at me, but I was used to it. While Matt and Dial had long divulged the secrets of Matt's superhuman senses, Foggy was still in the dark, so Matt had appearances to keep up. I got it, it was just kinda weird to talk to someone who never really looked at you. "Jen, are you okay? You seem… Well, I don't know, you sound-"

"Bored," Foggy finished, giving me a grin. "Come on, Jen. Tell us your wows."

"It's pronounced 'woes'," I replied, grinning back at the cheery lawyer.

"Eh, potato, tomato," Foggy smirked, then leaned back in his chair. "Seriously, you okay?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I just feel like I've been in a rut lately. It's been awhile since I've had some excitement. I mean, it's nice that we'll be able to help Pope," I gestured to the case in front of us. "But we all knew that the only reason he was having trouble was that he couldn't afford a lawyer that would want to help him. This whole thing is easy."

"Hey, that's what I wanted out of this job!" Foggy said. "Living on easy street, making the big bucks, taking it to the man!"

"And helping people," Matt chided gently.

"I mean, sure, that's important, but come on! Money!" Foggy joked.

I laughed, running green fingers through my hair. "Yeah, it's great. I just really want to punch people now, ya know? Sparring with the Avengers is fun, but it's been a while since I've been on actual mission."

Foggy blinked and shrugged. "Well uh, not sure I can help you. I mean, I could volunteer as a punching bag, but have you seen this face?" he pointed at himself helpfully. "This is the moneymaker. I can't sacrifice this face, Jen. Not even to help my friend with her weird sadist dreams."

"Hahahaha!" he surprised me so much that I couldn't help the laugh. "I'm not a sadist, you goof! I'm just…"

"Bored," Matt said. "I get it. Hey, who knows? Maybe you'll get your wish soon."

I nodded, but kept my thoughts to myself.

Ever since Rio, things had been quiet for me. I had some smaller missions, some sparring. But life had quickly gotten very routine. Hell, I never really got a chance to test things out!

I could bench press trucks damn it! I was getting trained by Captain Freaking America! I just wanted to see what I could really do.

But it was like life wasn't giving me a chance.

Yeah, I know, I'm whining. Woe is me, I have a sweet job and superpowers, why should I complain? But I was bored.

An hour or so later though, I got a call. Straight from BRIDGE. I answered my phone and it went to video call. It was some skinny young black woman in a suit with long hair, looking a little nervous. She was so cute!

"Hello, Mrs. Walters," the young woman said very politely. "I'm Agent Tolliver?"

"Are you asking me or telling me?"

"...W-Well," she said, brushing her hair back. "I-"

"I'm kidding. What's up?"

She took a deep breath and seemed to relax a bit. "Well, we have a mission that might need Avengers assistance. It was flagged for superhuman strength and I was told to ask you for help. Are you busy?"

"Not even a little bit," I got up immediately and ran for the door, yelling back. "Foggy, Matt, I've got an Avengers mission! Send me a text if anything changes."

"Wait, seriously?" Foggy came out of his office and gave me a weird look. "You wanted a mission and got one the same day?"

"What can I say?" I gave him a grin before I headed out of the door. "Life loves me."

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May 20, 2014

"So I'm guessing you paid for tempting fate like that, huh?" Mahmoud looked up at me from where he was cooking eggs. He made quite the picture. He'd let his long hair out of it's ponytail, which gave him a whole 'barbarian' vibe I was really digging, especially with the scars.

My boyfriend had sadly put on a pair of sweatpants, but he hadn't put on a shirt yet. It let me get a good look at his chest flexing as he moved around, and his arms bulging just a bit as he moved. Then he turned to get something out of the refrigerator, bending at the waist. Nice.

Down girl.

I looked at him for a long moment, pushing down my instincts. Instead, I really looked at him.

I liked Mahmoud. He was funny, smart, and brave. He told me all the time that he used to be lazy and unmotivated. You wouldn't think it. He worked out all the time, trained with Black Widow, and learned as much as he could about everything. I admire that about him.

But he was keeping something from me. I could tell. He knew everything about me, about Bruce, my dad, about my career as a lawyer, my powers. But whenever we talked about his past, there were times he would just… clam up. He would talk about family, sure. I knew about his four brothers and one sister (poor girl). But then he would mention something random, only to stop and change the subject.

In lawyer talk, we call that evasiveness.

I wanted to trust him. But how can I, when I always know he's holding back?

"Jen?" Mahmoud said. I blinked, looking up at him. "You okay? You stopped talking."

"Yeah… yeah, I'm good," I lied. "Anyways, where was I?"

"You were about to get your mission," he grinned at me, the dimple just to the left side of his lip deepening. I smiled back.

"Yeah. Well, I guess I should have been careful about what I wished for. Good news though. Finally have a nemesis."

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Author's Note: Okay, there we go! I know some people are excited for Dial to meet Man-Thing, but he and Jen are getting to know each other better.

The next chapters, as I said, are going to be focused on Jen and Dial. They'll be told from her perspective, so we can get some outside views on Dial, not just from her, but from society at large. Should be pretty short, but I'm having fun writing it.

And once again, I've got a Patreon! This chapter came out four days ago for those folks, and you can get the same thing. I'm also adding a new reward there. Access to my notes. As in the various notes I use to jot down random ideas and keep track of the massive library of info of things I have to remember. Everything from current characters and their armor appearances, future locations, characters, and tech!

Next chapter, Jen meets with someone she's been in a room with a couple of times. Dial finds out about #whichdialalienwouldyouf&*k. Thor eats waaaaay too much.
 
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