15: Discoveries
15: Discoveries

Smallville was in chaos, pinpointing a particular reason would be difficult as many important events had occurred in a short amount of time.

The murder of students in front of the high school was a localized chaos, not many people beyond those present and the officers who began to head there had an idea of what had happened.

Then, a horrible sound, like the screeching of a million insects, swept through, causing that all the crystals in kilometers around to suddenly shatter. That was a general chaos, one that affected Smallville and a bit beyond.

Next came the tremors, like continuous earthquakes that began to shake the town for two or three minutes culminating in a roar that made everything before it pale in comparison, a real earthquake that only lasted a few seconds but brought the small rural town into even greater chaos than before.

The inhabitants of Smallville were scared, confused, but above all doubtful, what the hell had happened?

On the grounds of Smallville School, Carol arrived running, her destroyed clothes had been changed, and an identical trench coat to the one she had been wearing all day replaced the previous one.

Carol took a breath before entering the school through a window, which was easy since they all had broken glass.

She easily sneaked into the room where she had left Chloe, using her super hearing to check the situation inside before entering.

Chloe was still unconscious, she seemed, the girl hadn't woken up despite all the chaos that had occurred, and Carol had to wonder if she had hit her too hard.

The steady beats of her heart and her calm breathing didn't seem to indicate anything wrong so she could only attribute it to Chloe having a heavy sleep or something similar.

Carol approached her, adjusted her better, and sat next to her, that was all she needed to do.

Change, return to school, and wait with Chloe, her alibi was that Chloe had fainted upon witnessing what happened in front of the school and Carol had carried her to hide together in an empty classroom inside.

Now she just had to wait for the police to arrive and give her statement.

There were no cameras in the school and before entering the room with Chloe, Carol had made a quick trip to where Whitney's body was, she had touched him for a few moments, so she had to make sure she hadn't left any fingerprints.

Her superhuman sight made it easy for her to detect such things, she only needed a second to check before she was sure it was okay.

Now she just had to wait, she wanted to do more, help more, but Daniel had told her he would take care of it, that he would clean up this mess, that she only needed to do her part and avoid suspicion.

She felt a bit useless but didn't argue with him, Daniel knew better, he would know what to do she trusted him so she just had to do what he said and everything would be fine.

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Daniel didn't know what the hell to do. Of course, he first made sure to do what he did know how to do.

He arrived at the battlefield and without hesitation began to freeze everything. Bloodstains? Freeze. Insectoid body parts? Freeze. Anything, no matter how insignificant, received the treatment of being frozen at super speed.

The battlefield was extensive, and there was a lot of biological material left behind, mainly from the insect monster.

Daniel took a minute, thirty seconds to find everything he could by going at super speed, combing the area with teeth so fine he surprised himself.

Everything he could gather was quickly taken to a secure area deep in the woods. He couldn't take it home directly; it was too much. So he traveled at least a hundred and fifty kilometers until he found a deep and large enough cave where he stuffed everything and sealed it with his icy breath.

The ice was so thick and deep that it would give him enough time to think of something else.

For now, he needed to calm the waters in Smallville. Everything that had happened would undoubtedly attract too much attention. He wasn't too worried about himself, but Carol and her family were a completely different matter.

If someone were to discover her secret, her true origins, the damn spaceship in her barn...

To say things would go south would be an understatement.

That's when he didn't know what to do, how to fix this. How could he divert attention from everything? As he flew back, his brain started to think quickly.

"Divert attention?"

He looked at himself. Wasn't he the biggest attention attractor in the world right now?

He didn't have to clarify everything or give explanations. He just had to confuse them enough so that suspicions fell on him, not in a bad way, just in a way that people would assume all the strange things that happened had to do with him.

To create the perfect lie, you just had to add some truth to it and let the other part do the remaining work. At least that's what his brother used to say.

And so far, none of his advice had failed him... mostly.

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That day, Daniel arrived in Smallville as Defiant. The aftermath of Carol's battle created accidents and structural damage in some parts of the town. Daniel made sure to reach those places and start helping with the cleanup.

Meanwhile, the authorities had arrived at Smallville High School.

The scene was strange in many ways. Witnesses claimed that a monster had attacked the students, and the descriptions were consistent: humanoid form with insectoid characteristics.

Greg wasn't very popular at school and didn't have friends. No one managed to recognize him truly from a distance and with the severe aesthetic changes he underwent.

Probably the only ones who could recognize him were Whitney and Lana.

Under any other circumstances, claims of a monster appearing would be dismissed and filed away. But news that Defiant was in town spread quickly.

When something extraordinary already exists in the world, everything becomes possible.

For a long time, people had been waiting for someone or something else like Defiant to appear. Many believed he was unique, but the most astute could see a new era coming, a wave that would change the world.

As people arrived at the site where Carol fought, rumors and claims that Defiant had battled the monster that appeared at the high school grew louder.

The students were the most vocal. Their thinking was simple: a monster killing people and a superhero appearing in the same place? Then the superhero took care of it and was now helping the townspeople.

In addition to Carol and Chloe, many other people had hidden in the school—some teachers, some students. Their situation was neither unique nor strange, so they were grouped as indirect witnesses.

Those who attracted the most attention were those at the scene, the direct witnesses, and standing out among them was Lana Lang, who was currently giving her statement.

"I-it was like the skin on his body was a disguise, it bulged and twisted as if it wanted to peel off, I thought I was going to die, but then someone saved me. I couldn't see who it was, it was too fast. One moment that thing had me in its hands, and the next, something hit it hard, and I was safe"

Her statements simply reinforced the rumor of Defiant facing the monster as what had happened.

Lana had forgotten to mention that the person who saved her had spoken to her. She had also forgotten to mention that what she heard was a woman's voice. It wasn't intentional omission—her boyfriend and all her friends had been brutally murdered in front of her by her stalker.

She was still in shock, and recalling every exact detail was difficult; she just wanted to go home.

The police weren't harsh with her. She was just a girl who had no guilt in this. It helped that Smallville was a small town where people knew each other. The older officers had seen Lana grow up, as well as many of the other kids in town.

Some knew her aunt.

They didn't make things difficult for her.

Thanks to her statements, they could put a name to the monster: Greg Arkin. Without hesitation, they went to his house, where they found another crime scene. Although there was no body, the bloodstains were enough indication.

After that, they couldn't find any more clues.

Why Greg had turned into a monster and how he had done it were mysteries they couldn't solve.

It was something extraordinary, something beyond them, so they decided to close the case. There was no point in searching for a reason for impossible things.

With no leads and no trails to follow, they could only withdraw. Until something else happened, this case would remain unresolved.

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"Did I really faint?" Chloe took a sip of her coffee as she looked at Carol. They were still at the school. Due to the seriousness of the situation and the shortage of staff, the officers took a while to take statements. They were just finishing, and the parents of the students were taking longer to arrive due to the aftermath that hit the town.

"yes, you just collapsed. I had to drag you, which wasn't easy. Maybe you need to go on a diet" Carol said, trying to lighten the mood, but Chloe remained incredulous.

She, an aspiring reporter, had fainted just from seeing a corpse? She had missed the most significant event since the meteor shower because she was too scared?

In some way, she couldn't believe it, but she had to. This was a harsh blow to her. How could she be a reporter if a corpse scared her so much she fainted? She didn't want to be callous, but a reporter encountered chilling scenes all the time. She had researched a lot about it and seen many photos online. She knew what she could encounter and see, and she thought she was ready. It seemed she was wrong.

From the side, Carol watched as Chloe seemed frustrated with herself, and she could only apologize internally. This was for her own good. Chloe would understand.

"Carol!" Her parents' voices made Carol lift her head and turn in their direction. The police officers began to let the students' relatives through to pick them up.

Carol stood up and patted Chloe's shoulder.

"Your dad should be here soon. It's better for you to rest and not dwell on this too much, okay? Fear... isn't easy to overcome" This time, Carol's words had something truly genuine in them—fear, a word she had ignored but had now come to understand. Somehow, it made her more aware of some things.

Distractedly, Chloe nodded with her head still bowed. Carol sighed before turning around and going to her parents.

They rushed to hug her immediately.

"Are you okay?" Carol nodded, patting her mother's back.

"Everything's fine. You know nothing bad can happen to me" Her mother sighed in relief, and her father glanced around before approaching and whispering so only the three of them could hear.

"Were you involved in this?"

Carol knew this question was coming, and without blinking, she completely denied it.

"No, I just made sure Chloe was safe, and we hid together"

Her parents seemed much more relieved with that response.

"That's good, that's fine" Jonathan Kent said before starting to lead his family to their truck.

"You did the right thing, Carol. This was very dangerous. I heard some kind of monster attacked the students, and that... hero took care of it. It's too close; you need to be careful. Don't use your abilities until all of this calms down, understand?"

Her father warned her as he opened the van door. His gaze was serious and severe. Carol nodded and got into the vehicle without saying anything else. Arguing now wouldn't serve any purpose.

Soon they were away from the school. The trip home was somewhat uncomfortable as there were still shards of glass on the seats. Carol grimaced at this; now she wished she had prevented the insect monster from screaming as it did.

As she remembered her fight, Carol rubbed her shoulder. The wound had mostly disappeared. Fortunately, her body healed quickly when in direct contact with sunlight, so she didn't have any visible bruises, and all the blood that covered her had been quickly cleaned off at Daniel's house.

Ordinary humans couldn't have done everything they did in such a short period of time, but they weren't ordinary humans. They didn't need to perceive the world like humans did. Moving at super speed had its advantages.

Carol and Daniel could have an extensive conversation in a matter of seconds without wasting time. It's just that they normally didn't do it because neither of them was used to it.

As the school disappeared in the distance, Carol sighed, relaxed against the seat, and closed her eyes. The day wasn't over yet, and she already felt like going to sleep. She hoped Daniel didn't have any problems, although from what she had been hearing, he seemed to have resolved them as he said he would. That was good. He could always figure everything out.

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Daniel couldn't solve everything, but somehow things worked out. Luck? Destiny? Divine intervention?

It didn't matter. His plan had been successful to some extent. Now he just needed to let things take their course and deal with upcoming problems as they arose.

Smallville would be a bit turbulent in the future. He couldn't keep coming and going from the town until things settled down. It seemed he needed to move temporarily.

That sucked. He wasn't exactly swimming in money at the moment. Where would he go?

"Uh, didn't Harleen say she had an apartment in New York? I wonder if she'll let me stay there since she doesn't use it"

She practically lived in Rykers, so it shouldn't be too much to ask, right?

Plus, he needed her help with something else. Daniel pulled out a small fragment of exoskeleton that glowed faintly in green. It was the only one he hadn't left in the cave.

He needed to know what this was and why it could harm Carol. He had a vague idea, but it seemed to slip from his grasp every time he felt he could remember it.

It was really annoying, knowing you know something but not knowing it.

Also, he needed to know where the hell that insect monster came from. Was it something unique? Or something more? How did it mutate like that? If it was human, how did it stop being one?

Questions upon questions. It seemed like these days were just filled with them. Although a hectic life was better than a boring one.

When night fell, Daniel had finished helping the people of Smallville. Some reporters from nearby cities had started to come because of the news of his stay in the town, but it was too late. When they arrived, Daniel had already put on a farewell show and flew directly to Mexico. There, he decided to visit some cartels and dismantle them quite publicly before discreetly returning to Smallville.

He couldn't fly directly, so he made a stop in Kansas City and ran from there at super speed.

Daniel entered the grounds of his farm somewhat exhausted, mostly mentally. He slumped into one of the two chairs in the backyard and looked at the night sky.

He needed to pack, but before that, he needed to give Carol some instructions.

It wasn't long before a blurry figure entered his backyard. Carol had been resting at her house until she heard Daniel arrive, then she sneaked over.

Carol approached and sat in the chair beside him.

"So... a monster"

It was a bit awkward, but it worked to start the conversation. Carol needed to improve her social skills.

Daniel nodded and said, "It seems things are starting to stir up. This world is more complicated than it seems. For now, you need to keep a much lower profile than usual"

Carol blinked. "What do you mean?"

Daniel thought about how to explain it.

"This incident will attract attention not just from the media or the public. Government agencies, private groups, many people with unknown intentions will come to Smallville for a while. The spotlight will be on this place until something else diverts it"

Daniel looked at Carol. He didn't know if she would be happy with what he was going to say.

"So for a while... don't use your powers near Smallville"

Those words made Carol furrow her brows deeply, she held Daniel's gaze for a moment before her shoulders slumped and she sighed.

Just when she could finally use her abilities freely, this happened.

But she could understand it; raising suspicions was not something she sought right now.

Seeing that she didn't argue, Daniel felt relieved.

"So what will you do?" Carol asked. If he said she couldn't use her powers near Smallville, then he probably thought he should be careful too.

"I'll leave Smallville—" Before Daniel could finish, Carol had already lunged at him with clear panic.

"No! You can't!" If it had been someone else, Carol's grip on him would have broken some bones, but instead, Daniel removed her hands from him and held her by the shoulders, gently seating her back down. Even so, it took a lot of effort.

"I'll leave Smallville, temporarily" he emphasized the last part.

Carol relaxed, though she still seemed somewhat nervous.

"Just until things calm down. I'll still come by from time to time during this time to check in."

Carol wasn't happy, and that was noticeable. She gritted her teeth. She wanted to say she would go with him, that they could move somewhere else, but she couldn't do it even if she wanted to. She was still a minor, and her parents would die before letting her go with what was essentially a stranger to them. Not to mention, she still had to finish school and help on the farm.

It was frustrating; she could go anywhere in the world and beyond, but she was tied to Smallville by insignificant things.

"Where will you go?" Well, even if she didn't live nearby, she could go anywhere now that she could fly. Visiting him in her free time should be fine, right?

Daniel spoke without much thought.

"I have a friend who lives in New York; I'll simply ask her to let me stay with her for a while."

Suddenly, the atmosphere seemed much colder than usual. Daniel furrowed his brows; was winter coming early?

He turned to look at Carol, who was giving him a somewhat strange look. He raised an eyebrow but decided not to ask; women were too complicated to understand, and he didn't need more headaches right now.

Meanwhile, Carol was internally debating with herself. Maybe she should run away from home? Her parents would understand; she would just go with Daniel for a while and return later. She could take care of herself pretty well, and they knew that, so it shouldn't be a big problem. school? what is it? is it eaten?

Of course, her logical side told her that was a stupid plan; her logical side should shove her opinions up her ass.

"So, take care of my farm while I'm away, okay? I'll take some things with me but leave some others; they're important, so I'll trust you to keep them safe. I know with you here, everything will be fine" Daniel smiled, patting Carol's head and looking into her eyes, trying to convey all the confidence he had in her.

"Of course" Carol said through gritted teeth. Now she couldn't just follow him without fear of disappointing him; that was cruel.

They talked a little more, but Carol had to leave since her parents were quite alarmed, and she couldn't spend too much time outside without them noticing.

Watching her leave, Daniel entered his farm. Now, what things should he pack?

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"What do you want?!"

Harleen was having a hard day. Working at Rykers was never easy, and dealing with Killgrave's victims wasn't either. She had been quite busy and was hoping to relax during dinner with Daniel.

What she didn't expect was for him to ask for her apartment.

She looked him in the face, narrowed her eyes, and said, "If this is your way of flirting, it's a bit strange"

Daniel laughed, "If I were so bad at it, I wouldn't even dare to leave the house. I just have some issues at home. Have you heard about what happened in Smallville?"

It was a bit hard not to. Everything Defiant did was national news at least these days. Rumors about him fighting a monster quickly circulated among people.

Though not many believed it. After all, there was no evidence beyond some dead students, a small town with some damages, and the fact that Defiant was there helping people.

"Wait, the monster thing is real?!" Harleen almost shouted but managed to control her tone of voice.

Daniel nodded, took a bite of his food, swallowed, and then responded.

"Smallville is where I live" Telling her didn't really affect Daniel much. She already knew his face and his real name. After all, he couldn't just invite her to dinner and let her keep calling him Defiant all the time.

Harleen opened her eyes wide. "Oh... I see" and she understood. She was smart after all.

"So, the world's greatest hero is now a vagabond, huh? Well, you're in luck. This generous lady has decided to help you" she stretched out her hand as if she were one of those arrogant high-society ladies.

Daniel rolled his eyes, "Maybe you should have studied acting; you'd be a hit in circuses."

Harleen scoffed and lowered her hand. "I'd be a hit at anything" she emphasized before becoming serious.

"Alright, you can stay, but I don't want you wrecking anything, okay? That apartment cost me all my savings" she didn't say it, but she really loved her apartment, even if she couldn't be there often these days.

"I promise I'll protect it as if it were mine" Daniel solemnly promised.

Harleen looked at him skeptically "Like your farm that you made a hole in the roof of?"

Maybe Daniel shouldn't have told her that.

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"Welcome!" Harleen said as they entered her apartment, quickly moving to turn on the lights.

Daniel entered and observed the place with some curiosity. It was a medium-sized apartment in a good area of New York, more precisely in Manhattan, which couldn't have been easy to get.

The walls were painted red with white accents and adorned with several interesting paintings. There were some photos, mostly of Harleen alone or with what seemed like friends? Family members? He decided not to pry too much into it and kept walking.

Upon entering the living room, Daniel saw many plants, too many plants.

"I didn't think you were a nature enthusiast" he remarked.

Harleen emerged from the kitchen with two beer cans, and upon seeing him examining the plants, she couldn't help but furrow her brows slightly.

"I'm not" there was some bitterness in her voice.

"For someone who isn't, you seem to take care of them quite well," Daniel didn't have to be an expert to see that.

"Ugh! Let's not talk about those things. I only care for them because they were a gift, but I've been thinking of giving them to someone else. Now that I work at Rykers, it's a bit complicated to take care of them"

She opened the beer can and drank a quarter of it almost instantly, then tossed the other one to Daniel, who caught it and opened it without much thought.

Daniel decided not to inquire further about the plants. It seemed like a sensitive topic, and he didn't want to put his foot in his mouth. Conversations were always tricky.

"Since you'll be staying here, let me give you a tour!" Wanting to change the subject, Harleen stood up and dragged Daniel around the place, showing him every room and how everything worked.

It didn't take long, and Daniel quickly familiarized himself with the place.

After that, they continued chatting about different topics. Harleen kept pulling out beer cans, and Daniel had to wonder if she had a hidden stockpile or something.

"Why are you still sober?" With narrowed eyes, she pointed accusingly at him.

Daniel lowered the beer can and shrugged.

"You know, superpowers and all that. I can't get drunk."

Harleen blinked, then looked at the small stack of empty cans on Daniel's side and fell to her knees on the floor.

"My beer..."

Daniel sighed and looked out the window. It was late already, and he still had things to do, so he should unpack and get going.

"Come on, go to sleep. You still have work, and I have things to do"

Daniel easily lifted her up and led her to her room, where there were more plants.

Maybe the idea of wanting to give them away wasn't a bad one after all.

She fell asleep easily, and Daniel went to the guest room to settle in. He would be here for a while, so it was best to get comfortable.

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"What the hell am I doing?" Harleen had promised herself not to do stupid things for anyone else anymore. She had had enough trouble with all the problems Pamela had caused her.

But now she found herself here at S.T.A.R Labs, watching someone illegally using the internal laboratories, with her help...

If anyone found out, she would be in so much trouble...

Meanwhile, Daniel was quite busy. At first, he had wanted to use the equipment he had already acquired to analyze Greg's remains, but that plan hit a wall head-on. It was one thing to extract fragments from the remains left by Killgrave's power, and another completely different thing to analyze biological samples in depth.

So he needed something better. He didn't have the resources to get the equipment immediately, so he had to think about how to analyze the samples effectively, more precisely how to get the equipment to do so. It was while he was pondering what to do that Harleen decided to lend a hand.

Harleen had worked for a while as an intern at Star Labs while she was still in college, specifically in the neurochemistry area where they researched pharmacological treatments for psychiatric diseases.

Unlike other laboratories, Star Labs didn't focus on a single field; they dealt with technology in general in its various forms.

And for that, they had different types of facilities throughout the country. The laboratory they were in was one dedicated to human biology research, disease treatments, and drug development.

Harleen knew the place, so entering the facilities with her help had been easy. Daniel had taken care of breaching the cyber security system, which was somewhat complicated but nothing that coding at super speed couldn't overcome.

So now he could use the facilities without any problems and conduct some tests.

He looked at the samples he had been analyzing, raising an eyebrow with doubts before signaling for Harleen to come closer. She, still somewhat nervous, ran to his side.

Daniel pointed to the results, and Harleen looked at them attentively, her expression changing several times.

She wasn't an expert in the field of genetic coding, but she had enough knowledge to know when something was very wrong.

How could DNA have two different types of super genetic mutations at the same time?

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Daniel couldn't believe there would come a day when he could say this, but he was becoming quite an avid reader.

It helped that his brain could now process large amounts of information in a short period of time and easily retain that information.

And thanks to that, he had been studying a lot. It had been a few days since the incident in Smallville and his trip to the Star Labs laboratories. The results he obtained were beyond his understanding, and if he wanted to comprehend them, he needed to delve deep into the field of genetic science.

It was easy and difficult in equal parts. Daniel wasn't a genius; he might have had the ability to learn at super speed and retain that information thanks to the core that allowed him to remember things perfectly when he wanted to. That might make him seem like a genius in the eyes of others, but the reality was that he would always be limited to the knowledge that others had already discovered.

Of course, he could use that knowledge to make his own discoveries. That's how humanity had progressed for the most part.

But doing that was incredibly difficult, no matter how good his memory was or how much information he had in his brain.

That's why he didn't believe he was a genius. Geniuses like Tony Stark could also remember large amounts of information. He didn't know if it was perfect, but still, their memory capacity was immense.

But that's not what made them geniuses. No, the real reason they could be above the vast majority of thinking beings is their ability to take the unknown, the impossible, and make it possible.

No matter how much information you retain, it's useless if your brain isn't able to take all that information, analyze it, judge it as insufficient, and seek possibilities where there seem to be none, and yet still find them.

But even though he wasn't a genius, he could certainly pretend to be one with all he had studied lately.

And as they always say, every effort bears fruit.

While carefully inspecting the records, studies, and genetic research done by humanity and securely stored around the world, he noticed something interesting.

Actually, at first, he didn't believe it was real. He had dismissed it as a coincidence, but with each new piece of information he obtained, a pattern emerged.

It was quite well hidden; no one could have found it if they hadn't been specifically looking for something related to genetic mutations.

It was as if every trace of that information had been forcefully erased, at least digitally. But what happens with physical records is that sometimes, some things slip through.

A certain passage in a certain book here, a mention in a study there, old genetic tests and examinations forgotten and dusty, gathering dust in certain libraries, universities, and laboratories.

And so, with dozens more clues.

It had taken him some time, but Daniel had gathered enough information to realize something.

Someone or something had erased a part of humanity's scientific progress in genetic sciences, entire decades.

But it had been careless, as if it had been done hastily. Still, it was a good job; humans would take a long time to realize it. They would have to rediscover things that they had already discovered decades ago.

For Daniel, it was just a matter of searching a little more, looking a little more, obtaining blood samples, and sneaking into the Broad Institute at MIT was the final nail to confirm his suspicions.

Now he just had to find out exactly what effect this Gen X had on humans.

And if that had any relation to the insect monster, now he knew was called Greg Arkin.

A seemingly normal teenager until one day he wasn't.

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Important Note:

This chapter comes in advance thanks to Anonymous (yes, that's literally their name on Ko-fi) who decided to donate $50 usd out of nowhere, without asking for anything in return. On the other hand, I also have to thank, because they are in no way less important, the two people who decided to subscribe monthly on Ko-fi (I didn't even know I had that option activated on Ko-fi). Danny N and Awpanda 1, thank you very much for your support!

One of them decided that my writings were worth enough to subscribe for $20 usd monthly... not to mention all the other people who have been giving one-time donations.
 
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Woo, this story has been a real trip to binge. It's quite the interesting mashup of different worlds, so things are familiar enough that I don't need a lot of in-depth explanations, but different enough that I get to keep daydreaming about what will happen next.

Thoughts on the story itself... From what was said, it would seem that Batman has already come and gone. So maybe later we'll see a new person take up the cowl? As of now it would seem that Daredevil is filling that role? Harley is an interesting addition, and good to see Daniel reaching out for help. Carrol... I'm guessing she's so different because her parents a stereotypical country family treated a daughter far differently than they did a son? She's far from the hero we often see coming from Smallville.

It will be interesting to see how she grows. And a bit worrying too. If she gets too territorial over Daniel, especially around Harley, that could spiral into some bad actions... Here's hoping she can overcome her pettier instincts. Though on a mixed noted, having a mentor figure may be pushing back her development a bit but on the other hand it must be a relief to her that there is someone more experienced to walk her through her powers.
 
Woo, this story has been a real trip to binge. It's quite the interesting mashup of different worlds, so things are familiar enough that I don't need a lot of in-depth explanations, but different enough that I get to keep daydreaming about what will happen next.

Thoughts on the story itself... From what was said, it would seem that Batman has already come and gone. So maybe later we'll see a new person take up the cowl? As of now it would seem that Daredevil is filling that role? Harley is an interesting addition, and good to see Daniel reaching out for help. Carrol... I'm guessing she's so different because her parents a stereotypical country family treated a daughter far differently than they did a son? She's far from the hero we often see coming from Smallville.

It will be interesting to see how she grows. And a bit worrying too. If she gets too territorial over Daniel, especially around Harley, that could spiral into some bad actions... Here's hoping she can overcome her pettier instincts. Though on a mixed noted, having a mentor figure may be pushing back her development a bit but on the other hand it must be a relief to her that there is someone more experienced to walk her through her powers.
It is just a Marvel/DC fusion. Sure, it is playing around with MULTIPLE Marvels and MULTIPLE DCs, but still just Marvel/DC fusion.

Daredevil is not subbing for Batman. He has always been the Batman of Hell's Kitchen, a borough of New York that is the epicenter of the Kingpin's criminal empire.

As to her powers, they are still coming in. Superman doesn't get his full powers until mid-twenties usually, with them slowly coming in with physical enhancements first, then esoteric powers, then growing strength for those powers. Even that "full" powers is countered with a really big asterisks, as his powers will continue to grow as long as he is exposed to yellow, white, or blue sunlight (in order of increasing power), though they do decrease upon exposure to red sunlight. This version of, I guess she would be Kara Jor-El using the Kryptonian style of naming for women? This version of Kara Jor-El doesn't even have X-ray vision yet, only Super-Hearing, Telescopic Vision, Laser Eyes, and Flight of the Esoterics set. She still needs to get X-ray and microscopic vision, frost breath (though that may be a skill here instead of a power), and any of the weirder powers Superman can have. Are we going to get Carol shooting tiny superwomen with all of her powers out of her hands? Probably not, but it would be funny.
 
16: State of mind
16: State of mind

"Reports" the room fell silent for a moment, everyone gathered there looked at each other, waiting for who would be the first to speak.

Clearing his throat and swallowing nervously, one of the agents responsible for collecting physical evidence began to speak.

"We began the collection of samples three hours ago. We also took control of satellite images, surveillance cameras, personal cameras, phone lines, and audio recordings. So far, all the evidence obtained matches the report already written"

In other words, they hadn't obtained anything.

Nick Fury stood up with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the agent who had spoken to him and said in a grave voice, "The best satellites in the world, access to all existing media, and the deployment of over a hundred personnel, and you're telling me that the only thing we know is what the police already knew three hours ago?!"

His fist slammed the table forcefully, shaking the papers on it.

He couldn't bear this level of incompetence.

The agent licked his lips, but he didn't flinch like many others would have done. Instead, he stood his ground, something extraordinary that not many people would be capable of when faced with a furious Nick Fury in front of them

"Sir, if you allow me, I can explain"

His teammates looked at him as if he were an idiot. What was there to explain? They had failed, they hadn't obtained anything substantial. What could they possibly say?

Nick Fury looked at him, narrowing his one eye, and spoke.

"explain it" He wasn't like other stubborn agency directors; the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. delved deep if necessary to get results and solutions. If the problem wasn't with his agents, then he needed to know and fix it as quickly as possible.

The agent quickly stood up and activated a holographic screen where several images and data began to unfold. This type of technology wasn't available to the public; only the military and certain special groups could have it thanks to exclusive commercial deals with Stark Industries, more precisely Tony Stark, who had developed holographic projection technology.

"Well, there are some unexpected factors that have hindered our investigation. As you can see in this timeline, everything begins at 3:13 pm, just a few minutes after classes ended at Smallville High School. The first call to the emergency line occurs two minutes later at 3:15 pm, made by one of the students who witnessed the murder of the other students"

Images of the corpses and the crime scene were presented, the brutality with which the young people were murdered even caused some of the present agents to furrow their brows slightly.

"Exactly as that call occurs, the fight between Defiant and the monster begins" satellite images were shown, nearly a kilometer of dense forest was affected. The main problem that everyone noticed was the thick clouds covering the scene.

That was a clear obstacle, even though the satellites had enough technology to use infrared vision as well as radar in them, that didn't mean that the images obtained that way could replace the quality of the images taken directly by the main lens.

"Exactly three seconds after the fight begins, we lose our infrared vision"

In the infrared image, an intense heat trail suddenly appeared, flooding everything in red.

"According to our calculations, at that moment, there was a discharge of concentrated thermal energy of at least one million degrees Celsius, or at least those were the data we obtained before the satellite sensors stopped working"

And so they lost one of the ways they could obtain images of the confrontation.

Satellites in space had great capabilities, but they had not yet been adapted to what a Kryptonian could do; Carol's heat vision was beyond what manufacturers expected their sensors to face.

Perhaps what contributed most was that one couldn't choose which satellite to use; whether it was S.H.I.E.L.D. or any other government or organization, if they wanted to see real-time images, they had to use what was available at that moment.

Above the skies of Kansas, overlooking Smallville and the nearby towns, there was only an ordinary weather satellite. Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. had better satellites at its disposal, it was impossible to change their trajectory and position out of thin air. They weren't spaceships; they were stationary satellites for the most part.

That was one of the reasons why no one could track Defiant's flight path. Apart from its absurd speed, the satellites couldn't chase it. It was everywhere, going to every corner of the world every day. How could you position a satellite if you didn't even know where it would be?

"So without infrared vision, we get this from the radar"

And that was even worse. Nick had heard of the tremors that shook the surroundings, but seeing a representation of them made him understand more deeply what the people of Smallville must have felt.

It was as if someone had taken the entire place and decided to detonate hundreds of high-powered explosives one after another in an extremely short period of time.

In summary, they couldn't obtain images with the radar either.

"And that leaves us with ordinary images."

Ordinary images covered in clouds. Sure, there were gaps between them, but that hardly made a difference.

"Even with our best experts trying to clarify it, there's really not much we can get apart from this"

The image seemed to clarify a bit, barely enough to get a blurry view of what was underneath.

Everyone in the room stared intently at the images for almost two minutes. Two minutes where there were only flashes, blurry figures, earth collapsing out of nowhere, and a forest being destroyed every second as if someone were detonating bomb after bomb in it.

Carol and Greg's fight barely lasted two minutes, two minutes that no human was capable of capturing at all.

Dust filled the place, joining the clouds as the final obstacle that prevented any decent view of how everything ended.

"After this, our field agents took an hour and seven minutes to reach the scene. Right now, they're still combing the area thoroughly, but according to all recent reports, the place was cleaned long before they arrived. Entire sections were removed everywhere, leaving no trace behind"

The agent took a deep breath.

"The nearby security cameras also captured nothing as the fight happened far from any of them. We only have a few images of Defiant helping the people of Smallville, but even those are flawed. The destruction of the surrounding crystals also shattered their lenses, resulting in low-quality images"

The agent coughed a bit and sat back down.

"With that said, the only reliable information, which doesn't contradict anything of the little we managed to obtain, is the word of the witnesses and the townsfolk as well as that of the officers on the scene"

Nick sighed, looking at the evidence before him, and clenched his teeth. In the end, it wasn't his agents who had failed; it was his technology. While S.H.I.E.L.D. had access to great scientific minds and cutting-edge advances, Defiant and his opponent seemed to have surpassed every advancement and technology possible in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hands.

Maybe it was time to talk to Tony? No, not yet. He had barely returned from Afghanistan and had announced his refusal to create weapons. Asking him to work with S.H.I.E.L.D. now didn't seem feasible.

So they couldn't get information about what happened during the fight. Well, Fury would accept this defeat, but they hadn't lost completely yet.

"All right, we'll change our focus. I want all agents in the area to concentrate on this boy, Greg Arkin" he pointed to the photo of the teenager who had overnight turned into a monster.

"I want to know how and why he went from being an ordinary young man to becoming a superhuman monster who killed his mother and then began to massacre his classmates"

Whatever the form or reason for his change, Fury needed to know it now.

"I don't care how long it takes, even if you have to turn that town upside down"

Unbeknownst to S.H.I.E.L.D. or Fury, Daniel had anticipated this course of action on his part. He knew that one of the things they would be most curious about would be Greg's change.

Not only S.H.I.E.L.D., any other similar organization on the planet would try to find the cause of its change.

Until something else diverted their attention, Smallville would be teeming with agents and covert spies.

That's why he left; he could hide from satellites, but he couldn't hide from an agent looking at the sky at the least expected moment.

If it were possible, he would have dragged Carol with him, but that was out of his hands; her parents were still present and would be the perfect cover for her.

Moreover, Daniel had already ensured that any gaps in Carol's information were covered. When the Kents adopted her, they did a good job of making everything look legal and in order. Still, certain information could still raise suspicions.

Daniel had made sure long ago that those suspicions would vanish.

He did this long before this problem arose, anticipating a situation where Carol's identity could be discovered.

He just hoped it would be enough.

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March 25, 2007.

Several days had passed since the incident with Greg and several days since Daniel had been wandering the planet acquiring knowledge.

Now he was back at Harleen's apartment. He had been using it quite often despite traveling around the world; it was his temporary base of operations and where he had been storing the results of his research.

"So, look at this. This is the X Gene, a dormant meta-gene in at least 45% of the human population. Normally, it does nothing, just stays there. But there are records from World War II where armies from different countries tried to activate it, believing it was the key to creating so-called super soldiers"

Finding this information had been complicated, too complicated. He had to dig into old abandoned bunkers, ancient graves, and explore places forgotten by God.

Delve into the secret records of the world's armies, those that were ignored and only accumulated dust.

"And was it?" Harleen asked as she spooned a mouthful of chocolate ice cream into her mouth.

Daniel nodded but shook his head.

"It should have been, but somehow it wasn't. There aren't many records of that; I know something happened, but I don't know the exact outcome... Anyway, back to the main topic, the X Gene normally doesn't seem to activate on its own, or at least I haven't found records of it. Therefore, it needs a trigger, something to awaken it, to stimulate it"

Daniel pulled out a tightly sealed transparent jar; bright green liquid was visible inside it.

"Analyzing Greg's remains, I realized what that stimulant could have been. It's an unknown radioactive substance. I haven't been able to find any database with records of it, and I think I know why. Despite being radiation, it can't be detected in the same way; it's something completely new and unknown to humanity, and it was this radiation that stimulated the X Gene in Greg's body, awakening a hidden potential in human DNA never before seen"

Daniel then pulled out some blueprints for what appeared to be a Geiger counter but somehow different.

"Soon I'll build this instrument. With the data I've obtained, I'll be able to trace the unique radioactive signature of this substance and find its origin. If possible, I'll isolate and conceal it to prevent another similar case. Then, I'll be able to study it in greater depth" Daniel took a deep breath and smiled.

"What do you think? Isn't it great?" Seeing his tousled hair, wrinkled clothes, and almost manic look, Harleen asked the question that had been on her mind for a few days.

"When was the last time you slept?"

Daniel blinked.

"Two? Almost three months ago?" Harleen's eyes widened in shock.

"Are you crazy?"

Daniel scoffed.

"Come on, I have superpowers, I don't need to sleep" The core would keep his body in the best possible condition all the time, so why would he need to sleep?

"I know your body is indestructible or some shit like that, but your mind isn't, idiot! The psychological effect of not resting still takes its toll even if your body is healthy"

Harleen stood up and walked over to him.

"You've been learning a ton of information, researching, and going back and forth without rest. If you keep this up, you'll have a nervous breakdown."

Harleen knew well; many times a person's physical condition was totally unrelated to their mental state.

Daniel wanted to say he was okay; his core indicated it all the time. But as he thought about it, he saw his hand trembling.

Why? He was fine; every cell in his body was in its best state. He could run ten thousand laps around the Earth if he wanted to. So why did he feel like lying down and closing his eyes?

Harleen took his trembling hand and looked at him.

"Mental fatigue goes beyond physical state. You may have an indestructible body, but even with the short time I've known you, I can see you still have the mind and heart of a human, and that needs rest"

Daniel frowned. Well, she was a psychiatrist, so she should know more about that. He sighed and let his shoulders sag a bit. If he were honest with himself, even if he was physically fine, lately he was starting to feel some tension in his mind.

"Come on, let's go. It's time to sleep" "Harleen dragged him to her room and threw him onto her bed. Obviously, Daniel let her do all this. When his head touched the pillow, he couldn't help but appreciate the scent of her hair on it.

It smelled like a flower, fresh and sweet. Was it her shampoo? He slowly closed his eyes and decided, for the first time since he arrived in this world, to take a nap.

He would solve the problem with the second type of mutation in Greg's DNA later.

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"I wasn't expecting to see you here, Tony" in a hangar at the United States Air Force base.

"I've been quite active" Tony Stark gave a firm handshake to Lieutenant Colonel James Rhodes. It had been quite a few days since he had seen his friend since returning with him from Afghanistan.

Rhodes smiled and patted his back.

"How are you holding up? I heard you've been holed up at home, not going out. It's very strange not to hear news of you causing some mischief in the Malibu clubs" Tony laughed but spoke seriously.

"Those times are behind me now. I'm on a new path, doing something huge, something important, and I want you to be a part of it"

Tony was honest. He didn't have many people he could trust. This was important, something that would change the world. Rhodes was his friend, his only friend, and he hoped he would be on his side.

Rhodes looked at him, speaking seriously.

"Is it a new type of weapon? Because that's the only way you'll have my attention" Tony clicked his tongue and lowered his head. That wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"Come on, man! Snap out of it. Everyone here has been going crazy since that guy in tights showed up. The army is in a mess. We need you, Tony. Only you can help us with this"

"Help with what? Trying to kill him? Capture him? What does the army expect me to do? Create weapons to kill the guy who saves people? Rescue cats from trees and help old ladies cross the street?"

While one could argue that his armor was a weapon, Tony didn't consider its primary function to be harming others, not in the same way his previous weapons had. This was more, much more.

"He's a criminal, Tony! He violates international airspace laws all the time! Crosses borders illegally and invades foreign territory without authorization. At least help us track him down, give us something to follow. I know you can do it"

Tony scoffed.

"Do you realize that everything you mentioned is practically the same thing?"

Tony sighed.

"I made it clear when I returned. I won't make weapons for the military anymore. I won't work for them or with them. This is personal, Rhodes. Will you help me or not?" he said, offering his hand one last time.

"Now you're a humanitarian? Will you be making heaters and energy-efficient bulbs? Come on, Tony, be realistic. The world is going crazy! There's a guy in the sky traveling back and forth without anyone being able to stop him, and the world's governments aren't happy. The military is worried, and we need your mind now more than ever"

Tony turned around and started to leave. This... this wasn't what he was looking for.

"Tony! You need to clear your mind, Friend, I know what happened in Afghanistan was tough, but you can't let that cloud your thoughts all the time. You need to rest and think things through, get back to being yourself!"

Tony stopped in his tracks, shaking his head. His shoulders seemed to slump a bit, but he quickly straightened up and began to walk with firmer steps.

"You don't understand, Rhodes. Right now, I'm who I should have always been"

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I honestly have no idea what just happened. Is this still the self insert fic in the marvel/dcu? Or is it an invincible slice of life fic now? Is it both? And was there meant to be no threadmark? Was that entry a preview of another fic? Am confused.prollt from lack of sleep but still confused

Quick edit-also this entry says 11. Last chap we had was 16...
 
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I honestly have no idea what just happened. Is this still the self insert fic in the marvel/dcu? Or is it an invincible slice of life fic now? Is it both? And was there meant to be no threadmark? Was that entry a preview of another fic? Am confused.prollt from lack of sleep but still confused

Quick edit-also this entry says 11. Last chap we had was 16...
oh damn, a mistake is me updating half asleep, it's from another fic
 
17: Gene M
17: Gene M

March 30, 2007

Carol looked, for what was perhaps the hundredth time, at the wooden floor. It was shining, so shiny that her reflection was clear in it, almost like a mirror.

She dropped the cloth from her hand and looked around. Everything was clean, maybe too clean. She licked her lips. What was she supposed to do now?

With frustration, she sighed and lay down on the floor, staring at the ceiling in boredom.

Fourteen days. Fourteen days had passed, seven hours, fourteen minutes, and 8 seconds, nine, ten...

She shook her head. Counting how much time had passed only made her more frustrated. Since the "incident" as everyone in the town called it, things had been chaotic. School had been canceled for the time being, not just because of the murders, but also due to the damage from the earthquakes and Greg's screams, which had been significant.

Well, the whole town had suffered some amount of damage because of that. Everyone seemed quite busy fixing their own things, and Carol felt a bit guilty about that. She should have kept Greg away from the town more.

While everyone was busy, the town also saw a number of new faces every day. Carol could easily point out each of them. She kept herself as far away from those people as possible, observing their actions, of course, but not too closely. Daniel had told her to be careful, after all.

Besides that, she had helped with repairs on her parents' farm, which didn't take much time. She finished most of the heavy work in the blink of an eye, and when she realized it, she had absolutely nothing to do.

So, she had been going to Daniel's farm, waiting for his return. She also cleaned up a bit and fixed his windows... and his roof.

And she waited.

And waited.

And fourteen days had passed, seven hours, fifteen minutes, twenty seconds, twenty-one, twenty-two...

She gritted her teeth, stood up, and took the cloth again. There must be something else in this house she could clean.

She looked around, but no, not even the most insignificant speck of dust had been left. She sighed and let the cloth drop. What was she supposed to do now?

"He said he would come back. He said he would come by to see how things were"

Not that she didn't trust him, but she was certainly starting to worry a bit. Had something happened? Did he find something important? Or something dangerous? He had told her he would investigate the origin of the "monster" which she now also knew was called Greg. His identity couldn't be hidden in a small town like Smallville; people found out things quickly.

She hoped he would be successful in his search, but with no news on how he was doing, she could only stay still and wait. The worst part was that she couldn't use her abilities casually like she had before. Daniel was right that people would be paying a lot of attention to Smallville.

Carol had to be careful. She had noticed how the "visitors" in the town asked certain questions, probing, trying to find something. They were subtle, but not subtle enough to escape her eyes and ears.

So, she had been holding back and behaving like an ordinary country girl, helping on the farm and doing her chores, which was damn frustrating. After starting to use her powers freely, after finding her place in the world, now she had to go back and pretend to be the same person she had hated being.

Just being ordinary, and she absolutely hated it.

"I need to do something" She had waited long enough. It shouldn't be a problem if she just took a walk, right?

She could leave Smallville without alerting anyone. It was simple; she had already noticed the pattern the "visitors" followed. She knew the town better than anyone, knew how to leave it without being seen. With her speed, she could leave and return, and no one would notice anything.

"He said he would stay in New York...." A quick visit, just to make sure everything was in order.

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Daniel looked at the results in his hands. The analyses had been reviewed dozens of times and redone another dozen times. When he successfully found information about the X Gene and could deduce why it had awakened, he thought he had successfully found the origin of Greg's mutations. He was partially correct.

While the X Gene had awakened due to the special radiation that had somehow reached the boy's body, the reality was that this was only one of the factors that induced such a drastic change in Greg.

When he began to investigate the second anomalous Genome in Greg's DNA, he realized that the X Gene had only been secondary. It had been activated, yes, but it had not been the dominant mutation. It had simply been an unexpected side effect of something else, something that was beyond anything humanity had ever seen before.

Because whatever it was that he found was not human at all, it was monstrous. It made no sense. The data, the analyses, even seeing it through a microscope only revealed more clearly what Daniel already knew.

Its form was grotesque and nonsensical, a biological impossibility. It looked like a cell but at the same time something different. Daniel had been trying to find its origin, but so far, nothing even remotely resembled it.

This was not human.

Daniel sighed and reclined on the couch, admiring the ceiling of Harleen's apartment.

"Any progress?" the woman emerged from her room with wet hair after showering, looking at the mess Daniel had made in her living room and couldn't help but point it out.

"Do you want me to help you tidy all this up?" at her question, Daniel became blurry for a second, and Harleen felt the air whip her face and closed her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, she found her living room completely tidy and clean.

Looking at the place, Harleen couldn't help but give Daniel a thumbs-up.

"You'd make an amazing husband, you know?"

Daniel chuckled, sat back on the couch, and looked at her.

"Don't you mean butler?"

"Isn't it the same thing?" as she said that, she came to his side and saw the neatly stacked pile of papers, which were the results of Daniel's latest research.

She had seen most of them before, even though she wasn't a superhuman with powers and a supermind, she was still a woman who had graduated early from college as one of the top students in her field, besides having valuable experience in other areas.

She had learned one or two things about genetics thanks to her interest in neurochemistry and hereditary disorders, so she could understand the results Daniel had obtained although with some difficulty. Thus, she was able to answer her own first question upon reading the last of the results on the stack of papers.

"So, it's that bad, eh?" she looked at him with concern, perhaps the only person on the planet who had been watching all his hard work these days was her. It was admirable, but also worrying; she had to intervene a few times to make sure he took a break now and then.

Daniel sighed at her concerned look and nodded in response.

"I don't know what this is, it's... horrible. I thought the X Gene had taken the potential of human DNA far enough, but this thing has surpassed even that. The human genome simply isn't designed to deform in this way. It's grotesque and nonsensical"

Harleen approached him and patted his back in a comforting manner.

"Hey, relax. This... Gene M? might be inexplicable for now, but I'm sure you'll find the answers you're looking for sooner or later. You're too stubborn not to"

Daniel smiled, he could hear the confidence in her voice, She was right; even if he was at a dead end now, he was sure he would figure out the origin of this mutation if he kept studying it.

"Gene M?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the name Harleen had mentioned.

She blushed slightly.

"Well, you know, M for Monster. After all, it's how you describe it, right? Like something monstrous" She liked to give names to things; she couldn't help it, it was something she had done since she was a child.

Daniel nodded; it was a simple but fitting name. Gene M, it would do for now.

Harleen suddenly stood up; it was time to relax, and she knew how to do it. She cleared the papers from the coffee table to take them out of sight and pointed towards the kitchen.

"Come on, it's time for a break. Let's cook something"

Daniel raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you want to go to a restaurant this time? I was starting to think that kitchen was just for show" At his words, Harleen pouted.

"For your information, I'm pretty good at cooking. Besides, you should thank me. No guy before you has had the honor of eating something prepared personally by me" she said, puffing her chest out as if it were an extraordinary gift.

Daniel wasn't surprised by her words. While Harleen hadn't explicitly told him, according to his memories, she was a lesbian, or at least the version of her he remembered was. He wasn't exactly sure because there were still some gaps in those memories, but he did remember that Harley Queen had a girlfriend. He didn't know if this universe's Harleen followed exactly the same tendencies, and asking out of the blue would be strange, but this could be a good opportunity to find out once and for all.

"Really? I thought you would have taken advantage of the 'crazy' university days and had some dates"

Harleen lost some of her confidence upon hearing this; she scratched the back of her head and furrowed her brows.

"Ugh, let's not talk about that. The dating scene hasn't been very kind to me"

Recalling those days, Harleen almost grimaced. University had been very hectic, and she had been too focused on her career to the point where she barely had time for herself. There was no time for dating.

Until Pamela came along.

But remembering her first and most disastrous romantic relationship wasn't what she wanted right now.

Seeing her getting irritated, Daniel quickly reassured her.

"Okay, I don't want to make you remember old times. It's better to live in the present, right?"

Harleen nodded eagerly and quickly regained her smile and excitement as if nothing had happened. She could change her emotional state too quickly.

"Exactly! We need to focus on the now!"

She took his hand and began to drag him towards the kitchen.

"Come on, it's been a while since I made a full meal, but I'm still pretty good. You might learn a thing or two" her smile turned arrogant, and Daniel laughed, accepting the challenge.

"You know, I'm pretty good at cooking too..."

He followed her and decided to stop thinking about the Gene M for the moment. It didn't make sense to keep looking at the results; he didn't have enough information, so he would have to put this research on hold until he had a better laboratory and more to work with.

After all, Greg's body, or what was left of it, still had to be thoroughly dissected.

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Carol stood at the top of a building, looking down at the streets of New York and then at the map in her hand. Getting out of Smallville had been much easier than she thought—why hadn't she done it before?

Arriving in New York had also been easy. She had been to the city very few times, so she thought about getting a map. But when she started reading it, she realized it was useless. She didn't even know where the "apartment" of that "friend" Daniel mentioned was.

She only knew it was in New York, Manhattan.

It seemed like she had to use the old method. She hadn't wanted to use it until now because she didn't want Daniel to think she was weird. She had already confessed to spying on him once; doing it again might give him the wrong impression of her.

"I'm just doing it because I want to know if he's okay. He said he didn't mind the first time"

She closed her eyes and followed the direction of the familiar heartbeats. Fortunately, luck was on her side, as it seemed Daniel was in the city. She had been worried about making a trip in vain and not finding him.

She flew easily through the buildings, hiding her presence with her speed, and soon arrived at the top in front of what looked like an expensive apartment building. It had many floors and seemed quite decent, though she wouldn't say that out loud.

Carol looked at the place, unsure of what to do. She was here, so what should she do next? She couldn't just go and knock; what if there was someone else? Like that girl Daniel mentioned. She didn't want to reveal her identity out of nowhere, and she didn't know if that "friend" knew about Daniel and Defiant.

"Uh, I should have practiced more with this."

She closed her eyes, concentrating more deeply than before. Hearing Daniel's heartbeat was easy—it was loud, like thunder rumbling through the night

The other sounds? She had to strain to distinguish them from each other.

Soon she heard music—there were some laughs and the sound of a kitchen in action.

The chatter inside started to become clear.

Carol blinked, feeling a twitch in her left eye. Maybe she was hearing wrong; clearly, her handling of her superhearing was still clumsy. She shook her head and concentrated again.

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"Try this!" Harleen looked at the spoon extended towards her and quickly took a bite. An explosion of flavors assaulted her palate instantly—it was delicious!

"How? How do you know how to cook so well?!" When he had mentioned that she also knew a bit about cooking, she hadn't taken it seriously. She had been quite confident in her own skills, thinking she would easily impress him.

Who was surprised was her. Daniel smiled triumphantly, puffing out his chest, causing his pecs to flex against his loose shirt. Harleen took a quick glance, wondering what it would feel like to sleep on those.

She averted her gaze, feeling the blush on her face. 'Bad thoughts, go away!'

"My taste buds, like everything else in my body, are very different from those of ordinary people. I had to adapt in order to enjoy good meals."

Harleen pouted.

"That's cheating! I want superpowers too" But after she finished speaking, she processed what Daniel had said correctly.

"Wait, does that mean you can't eat just anything? Like, you can taste all the bad stuff in the food?"

"Something like that. I prefer not to think too much about it" Daniel blinked surprise as she moved extremely close to him; their eyes met almost directly, though of course, she needed to stretch to the maximum as he was taller.

"And yet you've been going out to eat with me all these days?"

Harleen, like many other people, knew that restaurants weren't exactly the places with the cleanest food preparation standards. No one talked about it because no one wanted to admit it, but it was the truth. The number of restaurants closed each year for health reasons wasn't for nothing.

Despite that, many people still went out to eat because as long as the food tasted good and looked good, no one cared how or where it was prepared. But if what Daniel said was true, and Harleen didn't doubt him, then all those things that humans could ignore, he could feel.

Just imagining it gave her a shiver down her spine.

"It's not so bad. You seem to enjoy it quite a bit, and I've started getting used to the bad flavors" he said, shrugging.

Since he had a secret identity, he had to make certain sacrifices to stay hidden. While it was difficult at first, he eventually adapted to the bad flavors. After all, he couldn't cook whenever he wanted, and he couldn't get the food that Carol made every day, so he had to take what he could. Perhaps it was something psychological, but despite knowing he could survive without eating, he couldn't stop doing it. It was an imaginary hunger that assaulted his mind from time to time when stress increased.

Harleen sighed but smiled. Doing things for others, even if you don't like them, is not something many people are willing to do. It had been a long time since someone had done something like that for her.

"I can't be mad at you for this, but maybe it's better if we use the kitchen from now on" While she couldn't cook at the same level as him, at least her kitchen was pretty clean.

"Are you saying that for my sake or because you want me to cook for you from now on?"

It seemed his hidden agenda had been discovered.

"I can help! I'm a pretty good assistant"

Daniel laughed, patting her head and ruffling her hair.

"Alright, don't worry, I can cook for both of us. You've been working hard too" Daniel reassured her. Harleen closed her eyes, feeling Daniel's palm on her head. It was warm and comforting

He was right, the whole matter with Killgrave's victims was still being resolved, but significant progress had already been made. She had found the perfect combination and dosage of medications that would help victims rid themselves of any lingering effects on their bodies and minds. She had also isolated the type of pheromones Killgrave produced and was studying their chemical composition and how they affected human neurochemical behavior.

It was still too early to say, but she was confident she could find a way to neutralize these effects. She could even use her research to improve existing medications or create new ones. Though her specialty was psychiatry, she had learned a lot about clinical pharmacology while at Star Lab. After all, psychopharmacology was a field that also intrigued her, and she had considered delving into it in the future. After all, she was still young; obtaining one or two more degrees was never out of the question.

"We both work hard, so we can both cook, right? It's fine that you want to be a gentleman, but if you try too hard, I'll really make you sign those marriage papers" she joked, winking at him.

Daniel looked her directly in the eyes, staying silent for a whole second before responding seriously.

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea"

Harleen recoiled with a red face.

"W-what do you mean by that?" Seeing her so nervous, Daniel smirked mischievously.

"Just kidding, let's keep cooking, or we'll end up having dinner at midnight" he smiled and pinched her cheek. Her nervous face was quite adorable.

"Hey! If you want to touch me first invite me to dinner" she exclaimed, rubbing her cheek once he let go.

"I recall I've taken you to the best restaurants in the country. Does that mean I can do whatever I want?" His voice became huskier towards the end as he leaned in until their noses almost touched. His hand rose, making some strange movements with his fingers that she could clearly see. She stammered a bit and stepped back, Daniel laughed heartily at her and stepped away, still having things on the stove he didn't want to burn.

Harleen took a deep breath to calm herself and furrowed her brows as she watched him start cooking again. She was supposed to be the one making jokes, not the other way around. She would get her revenge on this, somehow.

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The metal railing she had been holding shattered. Carol gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes, which glowed in a fiery red, the scorching heat emanating from them almost seemed to want to burn a hole through the walls to see what was happening inside.

And in fact that started to happen?...? Carol blinked in confusion as things began to disappear out of thin air, leaving her with a clear view of the apartment where Daniel was.

What was this? Taken aback, she momentarily forgot her anger, blinking several times as she felt something strange with her vision. It was as if she had activated her heat vision but also different. It was a strange feeling she only paid attention to for a moment before realizing that she could now see Daniel through the walls.

Deciding to focus on what she was witnessing, she set aside her questions about the sudden development of a new ability for later. She had more important things to pay attention to right now.

She watched Daniel laughing and joking with a blonde girl who seemed to be in her twenties. She was beautiful and fit, with curves in all the right places and clear, glowing skin that only made the blush on her face more evident as she laughed with those disgustingly bright, white teeth. Anyone looking at her would think she was some kind of model or something.

Both of them seemed cheerful as they cooked together, joking and laughing, teasing each other.

"So, investigating huh......" Carol's eye twitched. Her expression began to shift, alternating between different types of grimaces. Her eyes glowed red again, and her expression began to calm.

The anger faded away, and her face turned into a cold expression, her teeth still gritting occasionally. She looked at Harleen in the distance with strange thoughts passing through her mind.

Suddenly, she realized she hated the color blonde.

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Later that night, Malibu, California.

"Okay, test number 7, one, two, three!" With the countdown finished, Tony took off, slowly rising from the ground. His balance remained steady, with only minor deviations that Jarvis quickly began to correct.

"Alright, it's stable, power output is perfect" Tony took a deep breath, feeling the excitement coursing through his body. Unable to help himself, he smiled, glancing at the data on his holographic interface inside the helmet and decided it was time for a ride.

"Jarvis, how's the weather?" At his query, his assistant quickly responded, displaying various meteorological data on the HUD interface of his armor.

"Clear skies, sir" Tony performed some movement tests in the air and asked for more information.

"And air traffic? Give me nearby flight routes and pay attention to ground control" After saying that, Tony turned towards the exit of his garage, perfect for takeoff.

"I understand, sir, but if I may ask, what are you going to do?"

"We're going for a ride, Jarvis. Gotta test this bad boy out!" With that said, Tony began to increase the energy in the suit's thrusters.

"WOAAA!" In a burst, the golden metallic suit shot out at high speed, covering the garage exit in moments and swiftly reaching the dark night sky.

"This is incredible!" Tony laughed out loud and accelerated even more, feeling the air resistance break and a sonic boom left behind as Mark 2 accelerated beyond the speed of sound, heading towards the clouds.

"Quick, Jarvis, what's the altitude record for that R-7?!"

"The altitude record is twenty-six thousand meters, sir" Tony saw the data on the HUD and grinned.

It was time to break a record.

The sound barrier was broken for the second time, then a third, ascending beyond the clouds, Tony saw the starry sky getting closer and closer.

Then he went beyond the atmosphere; Tony looked in awe at the landscape and couldn't help but glance back at the Earth.

It was an incredible sight.

Tony observed the celestial planet for several minutes, lost in his thoughts until Jarvis spoke.

"Main oxygen tank at 80% capacity, sir, I recommend you return to the planet. Mark 2 doesn't have sufficient oxygen supply for prolonged space travel."

Tony grunted, slightly furrowing his brow. He would have to improve that.

"How's our energy, Jarvis?"

"The main reactor is at 98%, sir, with the secondary reactor still at 100%"

Incredible. He had made a trip to space in record time and had barely used a fraction of his energy supply. Maybe adding that second reactor had been exaggerated? He would know once he measured his flight speed at maximum power against Defiant.

"Activating integrated heating, moderating internal temperature"

It seemed his choice of gold and titanium alloy had been correct; thanks to it, the suit could easily withstand extremely low temperatures. Of course, he also thought of the pilot, meaning himself, and installed an internal heating system to maintain his natural temperature.

This was done with the hypothetical case in mind, unlikely but not impossible, in which he had to fight Defiant. Of course, he also took into account other situations where he might have to face extreme cold, but Tony couldn't deny that initially he had done it to counter one of the hero's abilities.

Although he had criticized Rhodes, Tony also had certain concerns regarding Defiant. Of course, he didn't let his concerns blind him; he wasn't like the military. Still, preparing for any possible situation was never a bad idea.

He didn't want to fight Defiant, but if he had to, then he would be ready for it.

He looked at the Earth for a few more minutes. Since he had come out of that cave in Afghanistan, Tony knew what he had to do, the footprint he wanted to leave on this world, his legacy.

Now, seeing the world he wanted to protect before his eyes in this way, a broader perspective came to him. He realized the responsibility he had chosen to bear, and it felt real, much more real than before, imbuing it with a significantly greater weight that settled on his shoulders.

With determination, he gave it one last look before starting his return.

"Alright, let's head back"

He had a lot to work on.

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18: Tony Stark
18: Tony Stark

Tony swore that no one would ever find out how his roof got a new hole. He rubbed the ice on his head, the pain slowly diminishing. He grimaced as he felt the ice melting and the drops of cold water running down his neck.

He needed to improve the padding in the suit; maybe some more of interior cushioning would be good.

He walked over to where the suit was parked. Admiring it up close was certainly surprising; sometimes he himself was amazed at how incredible he was.

But even he knew that walking around in a suit that seemed to be made entirely of gold would be too ostentatious.

"Jarvis, I need a paint job change, maybe something less flashy, something elegant. Put some black on these parts" he said, pointing to specific parts of the armor. Then Jarvis deployed a projected screen beside him, showing the design of the suit and how the chosen color would look on it.

Tony analyzed the new view thoughtfully.

"I look like a rich man going to a funeral to flaunt his money. Let's add some red here" It was like painting a new sports car. Tony loved those cars, but this was better than any car.

"Perfect colors for camouflage, sir" Jarvis' voice could be almost robotic, but even Tony could detect the sarcasm in those words.

"Hey, I'm quite discreet. Make sure to make it shine" he smiled and walked to his workbench; he still needed to make some adjustments. The flight needed fine-tuning as well as the center of gravity. None of that required a completely new suit; for now, Mark 2 was enough. But Tony was already starting to think about designs for Mark 3.

Mark 2 was good, but it had only just broken Mach 4 during its space walk. Defiant's data placed its speed much higher than that, dozens of times beyond. If Tony wanted to close the gap, he needed more than just powerful engines; he needed to improve the suit's damping system. After all, Tony was still human; even if theoretically the suit could surpass Mach 5, that didn't mean the same for his body. If he didn't want health problems beyond those he already had, he needed a way to solve it.

With those thoughts in mind, he reached his workbench and pressed a button on his keyboard to turn on his computer, causing several monitors to come to life, showing different things at once. He sat down, getting comfortable to work better. At the same time, he noticed a box left behind by Pepper, stretching to pick it up, He looked at the note left and smiled, but before he could look at its content his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the news on one of the monitors.

"It has been mentioned by reliable sources that Tony Stark's post-traumatic stress has affected his mental state, leading the board members of Stark Industries to decide to remove him from his position as CEO after many days of discussions, resulting in Obadiah Stane taking over as the new CEO of Stark Industries. It is still unknown if this will affect Tony Stark's decision regarding his involvement in the military market, but it is expected that-" Tony suddenly sat up straighter, his eyebrows furrowing, and he set the unopened box aside.

"Jarvis, where is Obadiah right now?"

to his question, his faithful assistant was quick to respond.

"He appears to be at his third annual benefit gala for families of firefighters who died in action" That was his party!

"Jarvis, why don't I have an invitation to my own party? Did you check the Spam folder?"

Tony stood up and began to get ready to leave; he needed to have a serious talk with Obadiah as soon as possible.

"I assure you, sir, I meticulously check every email that comes to you"

Jarvis seemed offended; clearly, he was the best assistant one could ask for, and he wouldn't let something so basic slip by.

"Of course you do, Jarvis, that's why I pay you" Tony started up the stairs to change his clothes.

"You don't pay me, sir" Jarvis' voice was flat.

"And it will stay that way if you keep complaining. Now, get my car ready; it's time for a ride"

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Flashes, luxury cars, men in elegant suits, and beautiful women in low-cut dresses; Tony passed through them all without looking at them even once. His heart was pounding, and the anger that had been building up inside him seemed on the verge of erupting.

He looked at Obadiah, who was grinning from ear to ear and shaking hands like a good businessman. Tony approached him unnoticed and slapped his back, catching him by surprise.

"Tony?!" Obadiah almost shouted, and Tony could see he hadn't expected his arrival at all.

"Hey, Obi, having a great time, I hope" he gave a smile even though he wasn't happy.

Obadiah forced a smile; the cameras were still taking pictures and videos after all. He patted Tony's shoulder and leaned in as if they were good friends.

"What are you doing here? I didn't expect you to come; it's an unexpected surprise" he was uncomfortable, and that was easy to see, but as an experienced businessman, he managed to quickly shake off that surprise.

"Why not? I remember this is my party. Can't a man attend his own party?" Tony smiled and looked at one of the nearby interviewers.

"What do you say? Do you think I shouldn't be here, beautiful lady?" The reporter smiled, blush evident on her cheeks.

"Of course, Mr. Stark, you should definitely be here. You're the life of all parties" she responded hastily, Tony smiled and looked back at Obadiah.

"See? Everyone loves me" Tony walked away from Obadiah and began to enter the event hall. As he walked, he spoke with a serious voice without looking at him. It was clear to everyone who managed to hear him that his voice contained an ultimatum.

"I'll be waiting inside. We have a lot to talk about"

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Tony arrived at the cocktail bar and quickly ordered something; he needed to calm down.

"Mr. Stark"

The voice pulled him out of his thoughts, causing him to turn and face an unfamiliar but vaguely familiar face. Did he know this guy?

"If you're here to waste my time, you'd better leave. I'm not in the mood for pointless chatter"

Maybe it was harsh, but his mood wasn't the best. He had been betrayed, and no one had bothered to inform him. Losing Rhodes had already been bad enough; this was just another nail in his coffin. Now that he had decided to change for the better, it seemed like he had lost everyone who was on his side.

It was a bitter pill to swallow.

"I'm Agent Phil Coulson. We've met before" The agent didn't seem offended by Tony's previous response. Tony looked at him again.

"Yes, I remember you now. You're from that... what was it called?" Tony could be quite selective with the things he remembered.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division-" Tony interrupted Agent Phil.

"Yeah, I'm not going to use that; it's too long. Shorten it" Phil fell silent for a moment.

"We're also known as S.H.I.E.L.D"

"Nice acronym. Do you have it stamped on your T-shirts?"

Phil sighed.

"Listen, Mr. Stark, I need to talk to you seriously. It's something important" Tony took a long sip of his freshly served drink and looked at Phil.

"Important? Well, I have many important things lately. Why would yours be more important, Agent?"

Despite the hostility in Tony's tone, the agent spoke calmly.

"I know you're going through serious problems, Mr. Stark, and this may not be the best time, but I assure you that S.H.I.E.L.D. only wants what's best for everyone, for you. There are still many questions regarding your escape from Afghanistan, and we would like to ensure that nothing similar happens again"

"Nothing similar?" Tony furrowed his brow slightly, placed his drink on the bar, and looked at Phil seriously.

"Believe me, Agent, something like that will never happen again. I promise you that" He caught sight of Obadiah entering from the corner of his eye and knew it was time to attend to truly important matters. He patted Phil's shoulder and looked at him one last time before leaving.

"But if this S.H.I.E.L.D. is so 'concerned' about me, then they won't mind finding out how those terrorists in Afghanistan knew where I was, right? When I know something about that, maybe we can talk. Until then, I have things to do."

He bid farewell without looking back, leaving Agent Phil alone.

"Well, that could have gone worse" the agent sighed and took out his phone; he needed to make some calls.

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Before Tony could reach Obadiah, someone interrupted him halfway.

"Look who it is! The great Tony Stark!" The blonde woman smiled with clear irony in her words.

"Listen, whoever you are, I don't have time for dates right now" he tried to brush past her, but she blocked his path.

"It's Christine. Maybe you should start remembering things better, but I'm not surprised you forgot; men like you tend to forget their promises" Tony frowned.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked, and she smirked mockingly at him.

"I remember just a few weeks ago you promised the world that you would change the course of Stark Industries, abandon the military market, and transform your company into something better. I guess that's another thing you forgot"

Tony sighed and smiled, replying in a cold voice.

"I know what the news says, but believe me, the board of directors is not going to change my decision. Stark Industries is not going back to the military market, and that's final"

"Really? You say it with such conviction that I almost could believe it, but everyone knows that Stark Industries is still trading weapons."

Tony's smile vanished, he furrowed his brows deeply, looking at Christine this time with real seriousness and attention.

"What do you mean by that?" Christine's smile faded slightly as she saw the real seriousness on Tony's face. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out some pre-prepared photos.

"Look at these. They're from a town called Gulmira, a small and picturesque place, or at least it was until a few days ago" Tony took the photos; all the sound around him seemed to disappear as he looked at their contents, and his face visibly paled.

With each new photo, he felt like his heart beat slower and the blood in his veins froze. He almost trembled seeing his company's logo in each of them; he gritted his teeth so hard he felt them grind. He looked up to Christine.

"Christine, right? When were these photos taken?" Seeing the change in his expression and behavior, Christine's mocking tone and condescending smile vanished.

"They're from yesterday."

Tony licked his dry lips, nodded a few times, patted Christine's shoulder, and smiled.

"Alright, Christine, I must thank you, and I don't do this very often, just as I don't break my promises. Whatever this is and whatever is happening, I assure you it won't stay like this" He wasn't going to let this continue.

Christine smiled and scoffed.

"I'll believe it when I see it" With that said, she turned around and left; she had nothing more to say.

Tony watched her leave before turning around and walking with heavy steps. He saw Stane chatting with some people and quickly approached him.

"Tony, it's good to see you. Let me introduce you to—" Obadiah smiled upon seeing him and took him by the shoulder, indicating the people he had been talking to.

"I don't care. We need to talk now" Tony didn't even look at them; all his focus was on Obadiah. The smile on the man's face vanished upon hearing his tone of voice.

Obadiah nodded, and soon the two of them moved away from the crowd.

"What's wrong, Tony? You seem... upset" Obadiah took a sip of his drink as he spoke, looking at Tony, who seemed quite angry.

"You know what's wrong, you know what's happening!" he almost shouted and pulled out the photos Christine had given him.

"What is this? What does this mean!?" Obadiah glanced at them quickly and grimaced; it seemed like it was time to stop pretending.

"Business, Tony, it means business" he smirked, walking up to him and facing him.

"Stark Industries doesn't negotiate with terrorists! We don't make deals under the table, we don't—" Tony was interrupted by Obadiah.

"Don't be naive, Tony. Money doesn't rain from the sky or grow on trees. Stark Industries doesn't stay afloat by selling appliances or being Samaritans. What did you think was going to happen? That we would abandon the arms market? That we would simply follow your orders and squander millions for nothing?"

Stane smirked mockingly at him.

"No, I won't let this continue. My company—"

"Your company? You no longer have power here Tony! You've been relegated, replaced. Your decisions don't matter anymore, I made sure of that..." he patted his back.

"Now go home, go out with a girl, spend some money. I'll take care of the rest"

Obadiah left, leaving Tony alone.

He clenched his fists, looked at the photos in his hands. If this was how things were going to be, then so be it.

He would handle this his way.

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Tony hurried home, quickly returning to his workshop and began barking orders.

"Jarvis, I need all the information available on Gulmira—maps, images, news, anything"

Jarvis quickly deployed several holographic screens around him, flooding the entire place with information from all sources.

Tony read through every report, every note and news article. He looked at the images and frequently saw the same name appearing multiple times, a familiar one.

"The Ten Rings, huh? Well, I'll take care of you." He examined the maps and images obtained; it wasn't enough.

"Do we have any satellite images, jarvis?"

"The only satellites with access to the airspace in the area are of military grade, sir. We don't have access to their images"

Tony clicked his tongue.

"Alright, then we'll have to force our way in" He quickly sat down and deployed his keyboard; it seemed like it was time to breach the military defense systems.

"I advise against it, sir. Unauthorized access to military databases is a serious violation of the law that can—" Jarvis was cut off by Tony.

"The law doesn't matter right now, Jarvis, so just be quiet and make coffee"

The artificial intelligence remained silent for a second, and if it had a body, a sigh might have been heard.

"Understood."

Soon, Tony gained access to all the satellite images he needed.

Not only did he want to save Gulmira, but he was also going to get rid of the Ten Rings once and for all. If Obadiah wanted to sell weapons? Well, then Tony would leave him without customers.

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There were explosions, screams, dust and smoke rising into the sky.

A member of the Ten Rings shouted orders over his radio, but before he could do anything, a black metal hand punched through the wall and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him outside and dragging him out of his hiding spot.

"Ugh!" The terrorist screamed as his body was dragged outside and violently thrown to the ground.

A repulsor beam hit him moments later, killing him instantly. Then, a hail of bullets flooded the area as another group of terrorists jumped from the side of a building.

Tony watched as one of them pulled out a portable missile launcher. The projectile was about to be launched, but he was faster. From his shoulder, one of his weapons deployed, firing high-speed projectiles that hit the missile launcher, causing it to explode, engulfing the attacking group in fire and smoke.

Tony scoffed and began to walk in another direction. He had arrived in Gulmira in record time, wasting no time or hesitation, jumping into direct confrontation from the very beginning.

After taking care of saving the village, he didn't stop. With all the information he had extracted, he knew there were at least 15 more Ten Rings bases scattered throughout Afghanistan. He had calculated their locations and was determined to get rid of them that same day.

No matter what, he wouldn't leave without destroying all the weapons Obadiah had sent.

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Raza shouted orders, the ground trembled, thunderous impacts made his ears ring, and he barely managed to cover himself in time to avoid being hit by an explosion.

His head buried in the sand, making the wound on his side burn even more, he could feel the grains of sand and dirt embedding into his flesh.

He gritted his teeth, tasting his own blood, with red eyes and evident fury and desperation, he slowly got to his feet.

Everything around him was engulfed in flames—his men, his resources, his weapons.

In a matter of minutes, they had lost half of their bases; the Ten Rings had been attacked so hard and fast that there was no time to form proper resistance.

Raza watched everything he had strived for—his dreams and goals—being destroyed before his eyes. He screamed to the sky, almost tearing his own throat as he did so.

Something heavy landed beside him; he felt the ground shaking and his eyes filled with madness as he turned to face the one responsible for it all.

"You!" his pupils contracted, recognizing the design of the metal mask now before him.

"Missed me? I thought I'd drop by, bring some gifts, light up the fireworks, spice up this party a bit. What do you think? Enjoying it? I put in quite an effort" the voice full of sarcasm and mockery made Raza grit his teeth so hard he felt like they were going to break.

"You'll pay for this! The Ten Rings will make you pay for this!" he growled, limping; even in his current state, he didn't back down, standing recklessly face to face with his enemy.

Tony approached him and mocked, extending his hand.

"No, they won't" the repulsor beam lit up, ready to be fired.

Raza let out a scream of rage and lunged at him in one last desperate attempt to fight, but before he could get close, the repulsor beam struck him in the stomach, sending his body flying dozens of meters until it crashed onto the ground. Blood sprayed everywhere, and an enormous hole in his abdomen revealed his spilled entrails.

Tony almost gagged at the sight, shaking his head and turning away; it wasn't pleasant. He began to walk, prepared to leave; he still had some bases to destroy.

On the ground, with blurred vision, Raza spat blood. Surprisingly, the blow hadn't killed him instantly. He tried to speak, to say something more, but he was choking, his lungs no longer able to hold air.

He raised his hand, stretching it towards the sky. Was this how it was all going to end? Was this the end of his life? murdered by a fucking rich kid in a metal can?

He wanted to laugh, coughed, and felt his body numbing, his mind wandering. His eyes looked at him, watched his back slowly receding. No, this couldn't be the end, not like this, not in his hands. He wouldn't allow it to end like this.

He was Raza Hamidmi Al-Wazar! A commander of the Ten Rings! He was supposed to rule over these lands! His bloody fingers dug into the sand, feeling his heart beating harder. He had to stand up! He was still alive! He could still fight.

His dark brown eyes, which had seemed to lose all their sparkle, suddenly began to change. An unnatural glow began to emanate from them; the sand around him began to stir, the wind howling. Deep within himself, something began to awaken, cells that had previously been indistinguishable from any other starting to mutate grotesquely, stimulated by his darkest and most desperate desires.

He felt something change within him, felt the strength returning to him. his bones creaked, snapping back into place of their own accord, flesh and muscle twitching and air began to flood into his lungs with much more intensity than before. Slowly, he stood up, the skin on his body starting to crack, becoming rough. Black blood oozed through it. Raza didn't know what was happening or why, but he didn't care. In his mind, there was only one idea, one thought that flooded his brain.

Fight.

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Tony furrowed his brow, watching as his vision began to fill with dust and sand. Of course, the area had been filled with them before, but now it seemed as if a tornado was suddenly shaking the whole place.

He stopped. "Jarvis, what's happening?" Was there some meteorological anomaly?

But before his faithful artificial intelligence could respond, a scream, more like a roar, echoed. Tony turned only to see a cyclone of sand and dirt rising, and in the midst of it, Raza stood up, roaring as the force of the winds increased to impossible measures, tearing debris from all directions, forming small tornadoes around him.

"What the hell?!"

"Hahahahaha!!!" Raza's uncontrollable laughter filled the area, gusts of wind battering the destroyed base, the intoxicating power coursing through his veins.

"Jarvis, how's our energy holding up?" Tony adjusted his stance to withstand the strong winds that began to whip the area.

"The main reactor still retains 85% of its energy, with the secondary at 100%."

He could work with that.

"Give me a diagnostic. How's the suit's integrity?" Despite having been easily winning so far, he still took some hits, mainly from tank shells and missiles.

"The integrity is stable. There are no significant damages to the core components of the armor"

Tony clenched his fists. He had heard that Defiant fought a monster several days ago; he thought those were absurd rumors, but it seemed that something really messed up was happening in the world.

"First a superhero, and now monsters. What's next? Aliens in capes?"

It seemed he would have to work harder on his future armors.

For a moment, only the sound of the winds whipping around them was heard. Both sides stared at each other amidst the fierce currents of sand and dust.

Then it began.

The thrusters on Tony's suit's back ignited to their maximum capacity in an instant; in just a fraction of a second, his body surged forward, breaking through the air currents and rushing with his fist raised.

Raza's pupils shrank, his maniacal smile froze as the blow came extremely fast towards him, barely giving him enough time to move his head to the side.

As Tony's punch missed, he opened the palm of his hand; the repulsor beam shot out from his palm, forcefully changing the position of his arm and driving his elbow towards Raza's head.

His elbow, which should have impacted easily, was interrupted by an almost invisible wall of air currents, sand, and dust.

Raza smiled and waved his left arm; the wind stirred, and a powerful gust of air hit Tony's side, causing him to slide several meters back.

Quickly, Tony activated his thrusters and lifted off into the air, freeing himself from the strange phenomenon.

He saw hundreds of debris from the entire base rising into the air and opened his eyes to see tornadoes forming around him with those same debris in them.

He dodged several of them in quick succession, using his thrusters to change direction abruptly. His stomach churned as he felt his body forced to move erratically so many times.

He raised his palm and made a hole in what seemed to be the middle of one of the base's buildings, which had been torn from the ground by the winds. He navigated through it and began to analyze his options.

But there was no time to think; wind blades suddenly formed around him. Tony let out a muffled scream as he felt the suit being struck from all directions by attacks he could barely perceive.

The suit's alloy held up quite well, but marks of cuts appeared all over its surface, clearly visible.

"Shit!" Tony dodged as best he could and accelerated towards his opponent; clearly, he had the advantage of long-range, so staying away was the worst option.

Along with the cutting air currents, debris also flew. Hundreds of tons of them, whether from the base's buildings, vehicles, or even the bodies of the dead members of the Ten Rings.

It was pure unpredictable chaos.

And that was what gave Tony an answer.

'He can't control it' If he wanted to attack him directly, there were many ways, but his opponent wasn't just attacking him; he was attacking everything around him. Tony could see how he was indiscriminately destroying the surrounding terrain, like an area attack that couldn't fully focus on a single target. At least not entirely, and he was going to take advantage of that.

Raza waved his hands and laughed maniacally as his newly discovered abilities created chaos and destruction without measure. Intoxicated by his power as he was, he couldn't react when Tony navigated to him, hiding from his view among the flying debris.

His fist suddenly struck him in the face, making him scream in pain and sending him crashing into a building that had been lifted into the air.

"Argh!" he groaned, and a piece of tooth flew out. His left cheek had caved in completely. His golden eyes looked towards Tony, who was flying towards him at full speed without hesitation.

He hastily raised his hand, causing the wind to become extremely violent suddenly. Tony twisted his body as best as he could, but he was still hit by what seemed like a sharp current of air.

He tried to cross his hands in front of him, but the blow broke through his guard and hit his chest, causing a long and deep cut to form in his armor plate.

The arc reactor sparked and began to flicker suddenly.

"Main reactor compromised, switching to backup mode. Secondary reactor at maximum power" The thrusters on Tony's back burst with full force, propelling him forward without wasting time.

As he flew, his right hand stretched out and grabbed the broken turret cannon of a tank that he had destroyed earlier, now flying through the air with the rest of the debris. He tightened his grip on the cannon and dragged it with him until he reached Raza, swinging it like a large club directly towards Raza's head, blocking his vision and causing him to hurriedly try to intercept the blow using a wall of wind.

There was an impact, and Raza smiled as he saw that he had successfully blocked the blow. But that smile disappeared when he heard the sound of the repulsors being fired. His eyes moved as fast as they could only to see Tony appear from the bottom of the turret with both arms stretched towards him and a deep, bright blue light about to hit him.

His pupils shrank, and a panicked scream almost began to escape his throat. He tried to move his hands to block the attack, but it was too late.

BOOM!!

The light pierced through the heavy layers of sand and dust, instantly clearing the surroundings as the shockwave spread.

The hurricane winds suddenly calmed down, and the debris began to fall to the ground like a torrential rain.

Tony, half kneeling on the ground, watched as Raza's body fell to the ground, or what was left of him. His upper body had turned into pieces of flesh that began to rain down at the same time as the debris.

Tony breathed heavily, slowly lowering his arms that were still smoking, and checked the amount of energy in his secondary arc reactor.

"76%." He had used at least 24% of energy in that single attack.

"Jarvis, diagnosis." Data about the armor began to appear on his HUD.

"Main structure compromised by 38%. Primary Arc Reactor disabled. Secondary Arc Reactor stable-"

He listened to jarvis report on the situation as he sat on the ground and watched the debris fall with the sand and dust slowly settling.

That was intense, a short and intense battle, Tony thought. He had made a small miscalculation that cost him his main reactor, but fortunately, he had a secondary reactor that he once thought was an exaggeration but now knew was the best choice.

He looked at the body of the "monster" or whatever Raza had become.

There were so many questions in his mind, but the pain in his body and chest made him focus again on the present. Any questions he had would have to be answered when he finished what he started.

Even if his suit was a little damaged, he still had enough juice to take out the remaining Ten Rings bases.

With some difficulty, he got back on his feet, ready to continue his mission.

"It seems I arrived late this time" a voice Tony didn't recognize said, making him jump in alertness, his body quickly turning and raising his hands with his repulsors ready to fire.

Descending from the sky, he saw the familiar but still strange figure of Defiant.

"Sorry, the party's over" Tony replied to his words as he slowly lowered his hands.

They both looked at each other, studying each other carefully in a silence only interrupted by the sound of debris falling to the ground.

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Note:

What did you think? Writing this chapter amidst a hellish heatwave was, quite literally, hellish, haha! My poor fan decided to embark on its own isekai adventure and shut down forever, so now I'm sweating buckets. I hope to get a new one soon.

If there are any issues with the chapter, please let me know so I can fix them.

Thanks for your fantastic support! :D

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enjoying this, enjoying how the characters feel true to themselves while also still being fresh from the butterfly'd events around them.
banger.
 
Nice story! Just read for the first time.

A note to all the commentors suggesting that Defiant might be sociopathic for considering how to kill Carol: remember, he doesn't remember Superman, but he does remember Brightburn, a horror movie where the Superman expy turns evil after hearing a message from the space shuttle that brought him to earth. At least if I remember things correctly.
 
19: First Encounter
19: First Encounter

The dust began to settle, and Tony felt a kind of tension he hadn't even experienced when facing the monster. It was strange; he didn't feel threatened, but he didn't feel safe either.

Defiant's feet hit the ground, shaking the sand around a bit. His long cape fluttered in the agitated winds, and the two men looked at each other as if measuring each other.

"Done looking? Maybe you want a picture, but I'm not giving autographs today" Tony's voice came out distorted, a way to avoid being recognized.

Daniel smiled with amusement.

"Yeah, it would be nice to have it on a poster, but don't worry, I have a very good memory. Although I'd prefer to see it in better conditions, your current appearance isn't very appealing"

Tony looked at himself. Certainly, his armor had seen better days: dirt, dust, and sand covered it, along with the stains left by projectile impacts and scratch-like cuts covering its surface. Not to mention the large cut on his chest that had rendered his main reactor useless, which was still sparking...

Great, he had just premiered it today and already ruined it.

While Tony was checking himself, Daniel looked around. The terrorist base had been easy to find; cyclones and tornadoes don't just form out of nowhere in a mountainous area.

In fact, Daniel had found out a bit late about what was happening in Gulmira, not because he didn't care, but because he didn't want to venture into military conflict zones. He wasn't political and wasn't interested in being so, but even he knew the repercussions wouldn't be small if he interfered in the conflict between two or more nations.

Of course, the appearance of an anomaly automatically nullified any concerns.

Overwatch had been upgraded a while ago. With its relentless search for Gen X, Daniel had hacked into all existing databases on the planet. While doing so, he had left many backdoors that Overwatch could use to receive and gather important information.

Daniel couldn't be everywhere or know everything, which is why he created Overwatch. Despite this, the virtual intelligence still had limitations, so it only reported when truly important things happened.

Environmental anomalies in Afghanistan resulting in strange satellite images, as well as military reports about terrorist bases being attacked by a "robot" were more than enough for Overwatch to notify him immediately.

So, when he received the alert, he hurried. He didn't expect to be late this time—or, well, maybe saying he was late was incorrect. Someone else had already dealt with the problem, after all.

Looking at the steel armor not far from him, Daniel almost wanted to run over to examine it more closely. Even damaged, it was an incredibly advanced piece of technology, and he had to control himself so his excitement at seeing it wasn't noticeable.

You can't blame him; mecha is a man's true love.

What stood before him likely surpassed Earth's technology by decades, if not centuries. It was fascinating.

But there were things that required more immediate attention. Daniel walked over to the remains of what had once been a human. Even if only the lower half remained, it was easy to see monstrous changes in its biology.

Tony watched him approach the corpse of Raza, or what was left of him, kneel beside it, and start taking some samples. He seemed to know what he was doing, and Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Do you know what it is? What happened to him?" Tony wanted answers too.

As he said this, Jarvis's scanners began studying Defiant. In all aspects, he appeared human; there was nothing mechanical about him or his biology, which ruled out Tony's theory of cybernetic enhancements.

Tony also inspected him with his own eyes. He seemed much younger up close, at least younger than Tony, though, of course, less handsome.

Hearing his question, Daniel thought about the answer.

"I might know something, but I'm not sure yet" The reality was that he needed more time, more studies, comparisons. Were Greg and this guy, whoever he had been, affected in the same way? Was it Gen M that changed them?

Tony frowned. Noticing his silence, Daniel smiled.

"Do you really want to discuss genetic alterations in this place?" He gestured around. Tony looked and realized that having a chat right now might not be the best option. He himself wanted a shower but still had things to take care of.

"Well, D-boy, we'll talk later. I still have weapons to destroy"

"D-boy?" Daniel blinked in astonishment but quickly composed himself.

"Wait, are you really going alone in that condition?" He pointed out the obvious damage to Tony's armor.

Tony paused for a second and, with some arrogance, couldn't help but respond.

"I'm more than enough" Right after he said that, a piece of the alloy on his right leg fell off, while sparks flew like fireworks.

There was an awkward silence that Daniel broke.

"Let me help you. I heard about what's been happening in Afghanistan. I thought it was just a military conflict between nations, but the terrorist activity of the Ten Rings has become intolerable"

It was his fault. He thought the human conflicts in this world would be the same as those in his previous world, so he hadn't noticed the differences he should have noticed earlier.

"Ha! And I thought you were only interested in helping old ladies cross the street" Of course, Defiant's lack of presence in armed conflicts around the world had drawn attention. Many supported the idea that someone with his strength should not intervene, while many others were against it, arguing that he should do something.

Personally, Tony didn't care if governments agreed or not. Still, he also knew that angering the wrong people would only bring headaches, so he didn't think too much about whether Defiant should help or not. But he also knew what it would mean if he did, the message it would send not just to people, but to the world.

'I only did it twice, and it seems no one will let me forget it!' Daniel thought it would be a nice gesture when he did it, but whether it was the guy in front of him, people on the internet, or even Harleen, everyone seemed to joke about it from time to time.

He shook his head. It wasn't the time to think about that. He looked into the eyes of the metal suit in front of him and spoke clearly.

"I haven't meddled in human military conflicts because I don't think it's my place to dictate their wars, but this is different, and you know it"

Tony was silent for a second before nodding at him.

"Fine, just don't get in my way"

Daniel frowned slightly. There was animosity in his words, but he didn't feel it was directed at him. Had something happened? He put that question aside; the personal lives and conflicts of others weren't his concern right now.

Soon, both took off into the sky, but not before dealing with Raza's remains. Daniel froze them and, using his super speed, took them to a place where he could retrieve them later.

What followed wasn't even a battle. With the two of them acting simultaneously, the Ten Rings couldn't even begin to evacuate their bases before they descended upon them like the hammer of an angry god.

The armament, the number of men, and their nearly manic effort in their struggles didn't matter. Daniel swept through them like a walking natural disaster, making any resistance seem futile.

Blood seemed to trickle from the ground like a stream, and Daniel looked at his bloodied fist.

It was the third base he had destroyed on his own, and a strange feeling had been flooding his mind. Although he had killed before, this time felt different. The number of lives he had taken in such a short time was hard to count. He never thought the numbers would become difficult to follow, but he hadn't wanted to keep track. Killing didn't feel good at all, and he didn't want to remember the exact figure as if it were an achievement.

Despite that, it was as if his brain forced him to remember. Every heartbeat he had extinguished was etched in his mind, causing a disgusting taste to form in his mouth, and the revulsion he felt was a sensation he hadn't expected to experience again soon.

He shook his head to clear those thoughts, used his hearing to ensure no one was left alive, and began to rise into the air, heading towards where Tony was destroying lot after lot of weapons stored with the Stark logo.

Daniel looked at the armor once more. Even damaged, it was an admirable piece of technology. Seeing what it was capable of up close had only increased his amazement. If he or Carol didn't exist, this would be the most advanced and lethal weapon on the planet, he believed.

Tony saw him approaching, fired one last repulsor ray, causing a large explosion to a pile of weapons, and then turned to look at him.

"Ready? We still have the last three bases left" With him and Daniel joining forces, the speed with which they acted even surprised Tony, putting him in a good mood. Destroying these weapons, which were part of his less than glorious past, was more gratifying than he had expected.

Daniel nodded at him. At least, even with how unpleasant this was, he could take comfort in the fact that he wasn't doing it alone.

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"This is the tenth base that has been completely destroyed in the last few hours. Recently obtained images from our reporters on the scene show the participation of Defiant alongside what appears to be a new type of unknown weaponry, annihilating the terrorist group known as the Ten Rings. It is still unknown—"

Harleen blinked slowly as she watched the news, setting the reports on her desk. She had never been much into the news before, but lately, she had been paying close attention because of Daniel. In a way, they were something like "good" friends? Something more? She didn't know, but the point was she cared about him. With her discoveries about Gen M and knowing that monsters were real, she couldn't help but want to stay informed about what was happening.

Usually, she saw news about him saving people, helping others, and generally being the classic hero you would see in a comic. That had been the norm until this morning. She had just started her job at Ryker's and had turned on the personal TV in her office, expecting another day of typical news. She certainly didn't expect to see him destroying a terrorist army in Central Asia.

She watched the footage recorded by war journalists. She saw a tank split in half as Daniel easily sliced through it with one hand, saw him take hundreds of bullets without flinching, and take a missile head-on without even seeming dazed. His cold eyes seemed to look at the terrorists as mere obstacles, which he eliminated effortlessly.

She furrowed her brows, worry growing inside her.

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Carol wasn't angry, just irritated, which might seem the same but wasn't. She had come home that day boiling with rage, but that rage left as quickly as it came. It was stupid; why was she angry? Just because Daniel was having a good time with someone who wasn't her?

Of course, it wasn't just that. There were many reasons, big and small, but they ultimately boiled down to something quite simple: jealousy.

Being jealous wasn't new to her. She had been jealous of Chloe, of her schoolmates, of other kids her age as she grew up—jealous of their normalcy, of their lives. Dealing with jealousy had become simple; she couldn't have what others had, so she just had to ignore them until they disappeared...

She didn't know if that would work in this case. She remembered everything she saw that day: how they joked, how they looked at each other, how Daniel's heart beat a little faster when he was near that stupid blonde.

Her eye trembled again; she wondered if it was some kind of nervous tic. She had been doing it quite a lot these days.

While lost in deep thoughts, she heard the familiar name on the TV news in the living room. She quickly focused on it; it was better to distract herself.

"The death toll is unknown, the total and complete elimination of all Ten Rings terrorist bases in Afghanistan is a fact we cannot ignore. The US army has begun closing nearby areas, leaving us wondering why Defiant acted now? What motivated him to confront the terrorists? And who is the mysterious figure wearing the steel suit?"

Carol had already taken out her phone and started searching for the images. Video after video, her brows furrowed deeply.

She didn't care about the destruction or how Daniel tore through the terrorist army; she was more concerned about why he was there. Had her investigation led him to the Ten Rings? And who was the person helping him? That suit seemed very advanced. She thought the only "futuristic" technology on Earth was her ship, which she had retrieved with Daniel's help and hidden elsewhere before he left.

Seeing the metal armor, though damaged, displaying surprising combat capabilities, Carol couldn't help but wonder how many things she had missed until now.

This couldn't go on like this. If she kept staying at home, she would end up like she was before she met Daniel, alone, watching the world move on without her in it.

She had to talk to him.

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Daniel stood in the sky, watching the last base burn in flames. Beside him, Tony flew alongside, both falling into a momentary silence.

"Is this the last one?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. Tony nodded heavily. Once everything was said and done, the sensation that lingered within him was strange. It wasn't emptiness, but it didn't feel better either. Tony knew this was his fault. Every life lost and taken today was his fault, but unlike before, this time it wasn't the lives of innocents that were lost.

"Energy at 42%, sir" Jarvis's voice brought Tony out of his thoughts. It was time to go back. Mark 2 needed urgent repairs, although it was probably better to start on the construction of Mark 3. This day had given him new ideas.

"Well, D-boy, it's time to depart" Daniel looked at him and nodded. He thought about saying something more, finding a place to talk, but he didn't think this was the moment. He reached into one of his pockets and pulled out something he had been working on, without much thought, he tossed it to Tony, who caught it.

"It's a communicator. I know you still have questions, and so do I. I think we can help each other figure them out" Tony looked at the small device with interest, undoubtedly he would study it in depth once he returned to his workshop.

He nodded back at him and cleared into the sky. Daniel watched him leave, his smile fading. He looked down one last time before setting off; he still had half of a body waiting to be picked up.

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"This is unacceptable!"

"He intervened in an active war zone!"

"Do we have any leads on his whereabouts?"

"Fury, you need to find Defiant immediately"

The news of Defiant intervening in Afghanistan had quickly spread around the world. There were varied opinions on the matter—those who were pleased, those who were panicked, and even those who didn't care as long as it didn't affect their lives.

Unfortunately, the World Council was in the spectrum of indignation and anger.

At the central headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury glanced at the huge screens where council members were arguing like headless chickens. This whole affair had touched a sensitive nerve in different governments around the world.

Defiant was already a concern, but now it had become more than that. Everyone demanded to find him. For what? Nick didn't know. It's not like they could do anything to stop him from continuing what he was doing, and in Nick's opinion, they shouldn't.

He had been following every action, every life saved. Defiant was a hero, one that the world had needed unknowingly. S.H.I.E.L.D. would know better than anyone. This world was never ordinary; ordinary people had limits, a boundary that delineated what they could or couldn't do to safeguard the world's well-being.

And S.H.I.E.L.D. had long been falling short.

Defiant was the first and greatest response to those limitations. If they could work together, then the world would be a better place. But of course, not everyone thought the same.

Fury took a deep breath and spoke to appease the council.

"I assure you that the search for Defiant has been our highest and foremost priority. We are using all possible resources at our disposal to locate him, but it's difficult to track him. That's why I ask the council for a 35% increase in the budget"

His words caused the meeting room to fall silent for a moment.

Nick smiled inwardly. He hadn't lied when he said that S.H.I.E.L.D. was using all its resources, which was a problem. There were many more events and problems in the world to deal with. Focusing so many resources on one task was making the job harder. That's why he decided to seize this opportunity and ask for a budget increase.

Seeing their tense looks on screen, he smiled. Just as they thought they could demand something, he could do the same.

Sometimes he thought they forgot that S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't answer to any government; the fact that it was here was just a formality.

One of the councilors cleared their throat.

"We can discuss the budget increase later. For now, we need to focus on something else. This metal armor, have we found out where it came from?" While Defiant was the main topic on everyone's lips, he wasn't the only one. His "companion" or the person who helped him destroy the terrorist bases was also causing a stir.

"I have some speculations" Fury thought of a person; he would have to verify, but he didn't believe there was anyone else in this world capable of creating such advanced mechanical technology. Remembering what Agent Coulson had said, he decided it was best to send Natasha directly.

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Note:

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20: Ten Rings
20: Ten Rings

Obadiah Stane was having a very bad day. He had believed everything was in order, that things would go according to his plans. Even if Tony wasn't dead, that didn't matter; Obadiah was confident he could easily get rid of him.

Now he wasn't so sure. He had seen the images; they were on the news. Others might have no idea who or what the "robotic suit" was that helped in the attack on the Ten Rings.

Stane knew. He had been in contact with the Ten Rings since he was the one who asked for their help to get rid of the Stark brat. Of course, the stupid greed of one of their commanders had prevented Tony's death. That had infuriated Obadiah so much that he had promised to kill him himself.

It wasn't necessary; Tony had done it. Obadiah knew it had to be him. Raza had sent him some images of what they had managed to find in the desert after Tony's departure. It was rough and clearly made hastily, but the basics were there. Obadiah had planned to travel personally to see it, but recent events had changed that plan.

He entered his office with some sweat on his forehead, wondering if Tony would seek revenge against him in the same way he had against the Ten Rings. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a long drink. Nothing should go wrong, he told himself. Tony didn't even know he was the one who ordered his kidnapping.

Of course, they weren't on the best terms now and he surely suspected him a lot since he had somewhat confessed to being the one who sold those weapons illegally. But things weren't irreparable; he could fix this, somehow.

"You seem stressed" the voice from the darkness pulled him out of his thoughts, making him almost jump backward. He quickly turned his head to see two intensely red eyes staring at him from the darkness of his office, glowing like two beacons in the dark.

The figure stood up and casually approached him. As his face emerged into the light, his eyes reverted to an ordinary light brown, losing that supernatural glow.

The man stood beside him and took his own glass of whiskey, pouring it slowly.

"You..." Obadiah swallowed hard. He knew he would come but didn't expect to see him so soon.

"Surprised? You shouldn't be. With what's happened, things have become... difficult, if you know what I mean" The man walked over to the large window in Obadiah's office, looking out at the view with a subtle smile on his face, a smile that soon turned into cold fury.

"The Mandarin is not pleased with this, Stane. The Ten Rings have lost much of their influence in Central Asia. He wants answers, he wants those responsible to pay" He looked at him, his eyes glowing once more, radiating an inhuman heat.

"Tell me, are you responsible for this?"

Stane trembled, his throat dry and his hands starting to sweat. He shook his head quickly, almost stammering as he spoke.

"Of course not! I ordered Tony to be killed immediately, but it was his man, Raza, who was greedy. He let him live and now he wears that metal suit" It was better to completely deflect the blame; the Mandarin was not someone Stane wanted to cross, not in a million years.

The man smiled mockingly.

"You blame a dead man? You know the dead can't pay for their mistakes, so the living must"

Stane frowned deeply.

"What... what do you mean?" he asked hesitantly.

The man snapped his fingers, and a cloth that had been covering part of Obadiah's office fell. Obadiah hadn't noticed it before, given the size of his office, but now he saw it and what was behind it.

With wide eyes, Obadiah approached the metallic remains and picked up the steel helmet from the pile of cables and pieces.

"This is what you were going to steal from Raza. Certainly innovative, don't you think?" The man stood beside him, observing the remains of the Mark 1.

"How?" Obadiah turned in panic, realizing that his plans had been uncovered.

The man sneered but didn't respond. He took the steel helmet from Obadiah's hands and spoke clearly and coldly.

"The Mandarin will not tolerate more mistakes. The blood of his men flows over the grounds of Afghanistan like a crimson river. He wants revenge, and you will be the one to pull the trigger" His hands began to glow a bright orange that soon turned to a brilliant yellow.

The steel in his hands melted, dripping from between his fingers like water. Obadiah took two steps back in evident fear.

"I don't—" He tried to refuse, but eyes as fiery as flames stopped him from finishing his words.

"This is not a request. Either you kill Tony Stark and this "Defiant" or you will be the one to face the consequences" The man calmly wiped his hands with a handkerchief and then pulled something from an inner pocket of his chest.

Obadiah's eyes widened as he saw the vial glowing with an orange liquid inside.

"T-this is!?"

"Beautiful, isn't it? More power than anyone could imagine in the palm of my hand" The man took the vial and placed it in Stane's hands.

"The latest and improved Extremis formula, a completely stable serum... No matter how, you have to kill them both, do you hear me?" Stane nodded, feeling the heat emanating from the vial in his hands.

He held it tightly, almost fearing it would be taken away. The man smiled and patted his back.

"Then I'll leave it to you. Remember, the Mandarin never forgets"

Obadiah watched Aldrich Killian's back as he walked away and left his office. The air rushed out of his lungs as if he had been holding it the entire time. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked again at the vial in his hands. He couldn't help but let a wide smile form on his face.

Not only that, he looked at the remains of the Mark 1 and the blueprints taped to the side. The Mandarin's men must have recovered them along with the pieces. If he had these two things, maybe... no! He could definitely do it!

He could get out of this. He would kill Tony and that stupid hero in tights. Then he would find a way to make the Mandarin kneel before him.

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Daniel returned to Smallville and entered his farm cautiously. He dragged his body to the living room and looked around. He didn't remember it being so clean; he could even see his reflection on the floor.

He looked at himself, his suit covered in dirt and blood—definitely not a pleasant sight.

He had come back because he didn't think Harleen would be too happy if he stained her apartment with blood and dirt.

He saw the sunlight starting to come through the window; dawn was approaching. He decided to take a quick shower and maybe a nap. He wasn't physically tired, but he was mentally exhausted.

He heard the door open behind him and felt Carol rushing toward him. Before he could warn her, he felt her embrace him, almost hearing his ribs creak. "This girl... really doesn't know how to hold back eh?"

"You're back!" she almost shouted, a big smile on her face. Daniel looked at her and gave her a tired smile.

"Maybe you shouldn't hug me right now" he said, causing her smile to fade and her brow to furrow deeply. Daniel then pointed to himself, and it was then that Carol noticed the dirt and blood covering him. She looked at herself, realizing her clothes were already stained.

"Oh..."

Daniel gently pushed her away and looked at her. She had arrived quite quickly, almost at the same time as he did.

"When was the last time you slept?" he couldn't help but ask.

Carol brushed off some of the dirt and looked at him thoughtfully.

"Since we started training? Maybe a few days before that"

That was concerning. Daniel didn't know much about Carol's biology, but so far, she didn't seem much different from humans and Viltrumites. That's why he remembered what Harleen had said several days ago.

"You should start sleeping more, you need rest" Carol blinked in confusion and chuckled a little.

"No, we don't need to sleep" she said plainly. They never got tired, so why waste time sleeping?

Daniel sighed, went to his sofa, and slumped down on it, not caring if he dirtied it or not. Carol followed him and pouted as she watched him sit down.

"You know, getting stains out is quite difficult..." She gestured to the sofa, but Daniel simply waved his hand.

"Don't worry about that. I'll just buy a new one or something" Honestly, he didn't care right now.

"Let's not change the subject. You need to start resting. Physically, we may not get tired, but mentally, we still can" Carol sat beside him, studying his face, noticing something odd in his expression.

"If I say I will, will you tell me what's going on?"

Daniel stayed silent. He didn't exactly know what to say. How do you express the feeling that comes to you after possibly killing hundreds of people?

He looked at Carol. There weren't many people he could vent to these days. Harleen would probably be willing to listen, but he felt he had already burdened her enough. Adding more to her plate just didn't feel right.

He scratched his head, tousling his hair, thinking about his next words.

"When I started doing this, I told myself there would be no games, no second chances for monsters, and I wouldn't leave things half-done. I committed to doing whatever it takes, but now I'm not sure if that's right"

He looked at his hands. He had thought his resolve was stronger than this, that he was stronger than this.

Carol took his hand, staining her hand with red, the blood standing out starkly against her fair skin. Despite this, she didn't let go and helped him remove his gloves.

"When we met, you told me that you didn't accept a world like this, a world where people couldn't live without fear" She looked directly at him.

""Isn't it supposed that you should defy all injustice?" So why doubt? Those were nothing but monsters terrorizing people; their lives had no value. Getting rid of them was the right thing to do" Her voice was cold, and Daniel could see that she firmly believed in what she was saying.

"So don't worry, you're a hero. What you do is right and for the good of others. I'm sure those people in Afghanistan who had been living under their rule will be very happy now that they are free, and that's thanks to you, because you saved them"

Daniel thought about it. He didn't know for sure if it would be like that, but at least many families wouldn't have to worry about losing their children or parents, at least not at the hands of the Ten Rings.

"Maybe you're right" he said, not wanting to argue anymore.

"Of course, I am, because I know you're doing the right thing" she said. Carol didn't think too much about what Daniel had done. As she had said, she thought Daniel did what was necessary, whether he killed one person or a thousand didn't matter. In her eyes, his actions must be justified

Carol helped him to his feet.

"Come on, you need a shower" He let her drag him; his body felt heavy.

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Tony entered his workshop with a cup of coffee in hand. After returning from Afghanistan, he had removed the Mark 2 and taken a long shower. He didn't think about sleeping, not now. This trip had brought certain revelations, and ideas had been pounding in his head, demanding to be implemented.

"I need to improve the reactor protection system" he massaged his chest, although barely noticeable, a red line crossed through his skin.

Not only there, his body had a lot of small wounds that had accumulated throughout the conflict. Fortunately, they could all be treated in private.

The destruction of the Ten Rings' bases, combined with his fight with "the monster," had taken a considerable toll on his body. He had been too impulsive, not properly testing the impact cushioning system, resulting in numerous bruises covering his body.

The Mark 2 wasn't better off either. Although it was an amazing piece of engineering ahead of its time, it wasn't indestructible. Tony himself didn't have much experience in handling it, although he learned quickly. That cost him several direct hits that he could have avoided, compromising its structure, making the accumulated damages too much to justify investing in its repair. It simply wasn't worth the cost.

That's why he started a new project, the Mark 3.

After witnessing firsthand what Defiant was capable of, he realized he had been underestimating him. The guy was a monster; Tony had seen all the weaponry possible within those bases hit him directly and barely ruffle his hair.

He had created those weapons, so he knew perfectly well what they were capable of, and none had even caused the slightest harm to him. Hell, they barely managed to scratch his clothes, which left him completely perplexed. What the hell was his suit made of?

The Mark had been designed with the best alloys he could get and the most resistant materials, yet it seemed like he had walked into a blender. Meanwhile, Defiant's clothes were almost intact in the end.

Of course, Raza had a lot to do with it, but the point still stood; his armor wasn't resilient enough.

"Jarvis, analyze all the data we have so far. Give me an estimate of how resistant Defiant is" he requested. A series of projected screens unfolded at his inquiry, calculations of hundreds of pages carried out in seconds, and soon Jarvis's voice was heard.

"Do you want the short answer or the long answer, sir?"

"Give me the short one. I trust you" There was no way Jarvis could be wrong in his calculations.

"There's no weapon, apart from nuclear weaponry, theoretically capable of harming him. Although there could be two materials capable of doing so" Tony almost demanded to recalculate until he heard the last part.

"One should be Vibranium, right? Considering its characteristics, there's no doubt it could stand up to him. But the problem is that the majority of it on the planet was used to make the most expensive frisbee"

Vibranium was and had been the most coveted material by the world's arms manufacturers. It was a shame that all that existed had been used and lost during World War II.

"Remember the rumors that spread a few years ago, sir? About the illegal trade of Vibranium on the black market?" Tony furrowed his brow. Of course, he remembered them. He had heard of them but hadn't taken them seriously, thinking they were just false rumors. And since he had been more occupied with dating models than attending to his company, he had never really thought to investigate them thoroughly.

Maybe it was time to change that.

"Tell me about the other one" he asked curiously. He had heard of Vibranium but never of anything comparable.

Jarvis then displayed the information in front of him.

"Adamantium..." he read through all the information Jarvis had on the synthetic material, theoretically indestructible. Nothing they threw at the little they had managed to create could damage it, not even nuclear weaponry.

One would think that such a discovery would have been more widely known and used.

The problem lay in the process of its creation; it was extremely complicated and costly. A single mistake would mean the loss of hundreds of millions. Additionally, shaping it was extremely difficult, and once hardened, it was impossible to reforge into something different.

Moreover, the method for synthesizing it was a closely guarded state secret. Now that he had turned his back on the arms trade, and therefore the military, obtaining the method to create it legally would be impossible.

Thinking about all this, several ideas began to flood his mind.

"Jarvis, pull up all the data recorded on my father's study of Vibranium" Maybe obtaining either of these two materials would be extremely difficult if not impossible, but no one said he couldn't create his own.

After all, someone accidentally created adamantium during World War II.

Tony didn't trust luck, so he knew this wouldn't be easy, but he was confident he could achieve it with enough time and effort.

On the other hand, he needed a more immediate solution. Problems wouldn't wait; his luck wasn't that good. So, he had to find a way to improve more immediately. As he contemplated this, his eyes met the holographic screens.

"Energy projection?"

An idea struck him; perhaps this could work.

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Note:

I don't know how there are authors capable of writing a daily chapter, they're probably half Chinese or something hahaha.

The next update of Still Defiant is now available on Patreon (patreon.com/EmmaCruzader) and soon there will be another chapter there, If you don't want to wait for a public update, you can take a look at it n.n
 
illustrations 1: Carol
As promised on my Patreon, I will make original illustrations of the characters in my stories, the possible sketches and previews will be seen there, the complete illustration will be available 12 hours up to a week before (the same as the chapters) in the best possible quality on patreon and later I will publish them on the sites where I upload this story if possible, if not then I will leave a link to my Twitter where they will also be published after the grace time stipulated above.

After quite a while I finally have a preliminary design of Carol, (this is an illustration of her wearing a normal hero outfit, I'm still not clear about the design of the hooded cape and the mask) I still think I need to add a few more things, but I think the design is almost complete. At least in regards to the face and body characteristics, I don't think I will change anything, I will mainly focus on improving the suit.
 
21: Last Daughter
21: Last Daughter

Daniel dried his hair and left the bathroom with his mind less dazed than before. He tossed the towel into the laundry basket and went to the kitchen where Carol, who had changed clothes, was preparing a traditional breakfast.

Watching her from behind, Daniel thought about everything that had happened since he found her, about all the time he had spent around her. It was a lot, enough for his mind to remember various things but at the same time too little. There was something strange about it; he only needed to look at Tony's armor in person once to start remembering who and why he was behind that armor.

He even remembered the name he would later bear, Iron Man.

The same thing happened with Matt; he only needed to find him once to remember several important things about his. With neither of them could he say he knew exactly everything he should have known, but at least now he knew their basic backgrounds and had a clear idea of who they were. Over time, his memories about them would fully return even if he no longer interacted with them.

But Carol... there were things, small clues that left little flashes of information but at the same time, if compared, it was like picking up crumbs compared to what he got from Tony and Matt... why? He couldn't help but have that question swirling in his head since he started investigating the radiation that Greg emitted.

Somehow he knew that this radiation was not natural, at least not on Earth. It had to come from another place, another world, and he knew that this world should be the home world where Carol came from.

He felt an instinctive connection, but why didn't that fact reveal more to him? Why did she still have a dark cloud covering the information that, logically, should have been revealed to him long ago? My god, he had spent entire weeks just interacting with this girl!

What made her special? Apart from everything else that was obvious, of course.

It was that veil of mystery around her that made him unconsciously defensive when dealing with her, even if he could clearly see that she was completely on his side. He couldn't trust her due to his own biases born of a subconscious paranoia.

In a somewhat sinister way, he knew that if he told her right here and now to leave her home and go with him without even giving a valid reason, she would follow... because it was obvious to him that she trusted him to that extent. That was another reason he didn't want to get too close; having so much influence over another person's decisions and actions was something he didn't know how to handle.

Especially when that person was a super-powered teenager who could probably destroy the world if things got out of control.

That's why dealing with Harleen was so easy. He knew who she was, where she could go, and what she could become, and how to largely prevent that from happening. It helped that she was attractive and getting along with her was easy. You could say that leaving Smallville for a while was also partly a way to distance himself from Carol for a few days and spend more time with Harleen.

She was a grounded, adult woman who could easily remind him of his humanity just by spending time with her. And for Daniel, losing his humanity was the one thing he wouldn't allow; it was something he needed to protect to keep being Defiant.

"What's wrong?" Carol turned to look at him, her light blue eyes as dazzling as ever. Daniel avoided looking at her too much since it was easy for his gaze to wander if he wasn't careful. Beauty was hard to resist, after all.

"I need to talk to you about something important," he approached the kitchen and said, looking at her seriously. It was time to try to resolve some mysteries that wouldn't let him rest.

Avoiding her was too childish, and now that his investigation was on pause, he had no excuse to keep avoiding solving the mystery surrounding her. Besides, he needed to deal with the source of the radiation in Smallville before another Greg decided to suddenly appear.

Like killing several birds with one stone, simple.

Carol looked at him and stopped cooking. It was easy to get her attention.

"I discovered something while doing my investigation I—" Daniel's words were cut off by the sound of Carol crushing the cooking spoon in her hand. The metal of the kitchen utensil bent like hot plasticine, causing Daniel to raise his eyebrows as Carol's expression remained calm even if her eyes now had a tint of red in them.

Carol looked at the spoon for a moment, easily used her super strength to fix it as best as she could, and then looked back at Daniel.

"What were you saying?"

With no small amount of confusion, Daniel continued.

"While I was investigating the changes in Greg, I found residues of a strange type of radiation inside his body, something never before seen by humanity. Its molecular structure is completely different from any other type of radiation on Earth..."

Carol frowned, not missing the words, never before seen by humanity and any other type of radiation on Earth. Her stomach suddenly sank a bit but she still asked.

"What do you mean?"

"That it might come from the same place as you. Do you remember how it affected you? The way your powers seemed to diminish? I analyzed some of the blood samples you let me take at the same time I did some other experiments" Daniel had taken some of Carol's blood samples to study why she had weakened.

The answer was simple.

"In all my analyses, this new type of radiation has almost negligible effects on other forms of life. Of course, this changes depending on the amount, but in itself, a small dose is as harmless as any other type of radiation. But In you, it's not," he pointed at her.

"Or more precisely, in your cells. Even the smallest exposure causes a process of cellular degradation. Of course, the solar energy within you helps combat this, but the greater and more prolonged the radiation exposure, the faster the solar energy depletes to prevent the radiation from poisoning you. This indirectly causes your powers to diminish slowly."

It was a fascinating process to observe. The blood samples managed to withstand several days of significant radiation exposure until the solar energy in them was exhausted. Then their structure began to collapse rapidly. Without solar energy, Carol could only survive a few seconds in the presence of large amounts of this radiation. With solar energy, although she would be affected and begin to weaken slowly, she could still survive for a very long time.

Carol took a few moments to process this. While she didn't understand how Greg ended up with this type of radiation in his body, the fact that it might have come from the same place as her certainly left her bewildered.

"But how?" she asked, and Daniel responded with something he had already theorized.

"I think it came with you in that meteor shower."

Carol looked up, recalling the circumstances of her arrival on Earth. The event was famous in Smallville, and she hadn't thought much about it until now.

In fact, she hadn't thought much about her true origins, the place she came from.

Ever since she found out she wasn't human, she hadn't wanted to dig too deep into it. There was some fear and, at the same time, anger. Why? Why had she been sent to Earth? Why alone? At first, a part of her wanted to know, but over time, a larger part of her began to lose interest. Maybe it was childish, but if she had been abandoned or thrown away like garbage, it wasn't something she wanted to know.

She used to look at the stars, searching among them for some clue, but soon decided it wasn't worth it. Over time, she thought about it less and less, to the point where she thought she might forget it altogether.

She was too focused on living her current life to waste time thinking about a place she had never seen, a distant and illusory place, a place where she had never been and probably never would be, and about which she knew nothing. She really lost the desire to know that place over time, to the point where even the smallest interest began to fade. Was it really necessary for her to learn more about that place when her life was and always had been on Earth?

She looked at Daniel. If it were possible, she wouldn't want to find out more, but she could see the curiosity in his blue eyes. She almost got lost in them for a moment but managed to come back to the present. If he wanted to know, then why not? In fact, this could work quite well—a secret that only they shared. It sounded quite romantic in her mind.

"Maybe it's time I find out where I come from," she said, looking in the direction where she and Daniel had hidden her ship.

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After finishing their breakfast, they decided to set off.

Daniel waited under a tree, watching Carol return from her parents' house. She had said she needed to pick up something before they left together. He thought she would want to do this on her own and then tell him what she had found, but she insisted that he come with her and do this together, so he didn't refuse.

"All set?" he asked when she reached his side. She nodded, showing him a dark metallic, elongated cylindrical object with some kind of emblem engraved on one end.

Daniel frowned at the sight of the S-shaped engraving on the object. Some images came back to his mind, but they were still incomplete. It was so frustrating.

Seeing his interest in the object, Carol explained what little she knew.

"My parents said this came with me in the ship. I'm not exactly sure what it's for, but I think we'll need it." She remembered seeing an empty space in the ship with a similar shape where this might fit.

Daniel took the object Carol handed to him. The material and texture were strange, with intricate engravings and geometric patterns of unknown purpose around its surface. It was undoubtedly something that seemed otherworldly.

"Then let's go." He handed the object back to her and carefully looked around. Moving through Smallville was still somewhat complicated but less so than before. Enough time had passed for the town to calm down. It wasn't the same as it used to be, but for Carol and Daniel, it was easy to navigate through it and leave with their super speed.

They soon covered hundreds of kilometers, deep into a forest. Remembering the location was easy for both of them. Daniel looked at the huge rock they had used to cover the entrance of the cave and easily moved it aside. Then they both entered the artificial cavern.

It wasn't natural; it was something they had created specifically in a location and terrain very difficult for humans to access.

The cave was deep, a long path that ended at another entrance to a cavern. This entrance was also blocked by another enormous rock that Carol removed. Then they both ventured inside and saw that in the center of the cavern, covered with several pieces of fabric made from Element V, was the ship.

Carol stepped forward and removed the fabric, revealing the silver-colored ship once again.

Even though Daniel had seen it once before, he still couldn't help but be amazed. After all, it was a genuine spaceship.

Its silver color and surface full of interconnected lines gave it a strange aura. Daniel couldn't help but approach and touch it once more, feeling its metallic texture against his palm. On one side, he saw a hole that he now recognized as the place where the strange object Carol had shown him should go.

He didn't stay close for too long; he carefully stepped back a few paces and looked at Carol. Now, everything depended on her.

Carol looked at the ship, unsure of what to think or feel, but she had made a decision. It was time to see what secrets this thing could reveal to her. She just hoped it wouldn't be a disappointment or this trip would have been all in vain.

She took out the cylindrical object and carefully began to insert it into where she believed it should go. It easily slid in more than halfway and then stopped.

She frowned slightly and, with some hesitation, used her palm to push the object fully inside.

Then a light began to illuminate the entire place.

Daniel watched and felt the light hit his face with astonishment. It was warm and welcoming, like the gentle embrace of a mother.

It was strange. How was it possible that a light projection could generate such clear sensations and feelings?

he watched as Carol looked somewhat bewildered by the light, then slowly, the light converged in front of the ship, forming a highly advanced projection of a figure.

Carol took a few steps back upon seeing the figure that had formed in front of her.

From the side, Daniel looked at Carol and then at the projected figure. He could easily deduce the relationship between them just by comparing their appearances.

"My dear daughter, you have grown so much," a voice, soft and feminine, swept through the area like a gentle breeze. Carol blinked, at a loss for words.

The figure approached her, looking her up and down as someone might look at something of immeasurable value.

"Tell me, how have you been?" the figure asked. Carol opened her mouth and then closed it. What should she say? It was strange and unexpected, this woman calling her her daughter... She couldn't help but frown; she didn't like it at all.

"Who are you?" she asked, and seeing her cautious gaze, the figure's smile faltered slightly.

"I am your mother... or at least what remains of her, just a remnant, a part of her consciousness stored in this ship," she gestured to Carol's ship.

The woman tried to caress Carol's cheek, but she backed away a bit, making the woman sigh. Then she looked at Daniel with curiosity.

"And who are you?"

Daniel blinked and raised his hands.

"You can ignore me; I'm only here because of her," he gestured to Carol, who had been the one to bring him along in the first place.

The woman raised an eyebrow and looked deeply at Carol, who nodded towards her with clear affirmation in her gaze.

"it's ok, he came with me. I have... a lot to ask and I need answers," the woman fell silent for a few seconds but still nodded in understanding.

"I have waited for this day for a long time. The ship has been in stasis and could only be reactivated by the master key and by you. It's good that you have finally decided to do so," she had been waiting, dormant but somehow aware that at some point, she would have to awaken. She hoped it would be sooner rather than later, but it was never too late, even if it wasn't when she expected.

"Where do you want me to start?" she asked, and Carol hesitated for a moment before responding.

"Just start," she had no idea what to ask, so she decided to leave it to her.

The woman seemed pensive for a few moments before reaching out her hand. Her actions were extremely natural and fluid, and Daniel would have truly believed she was there in front of them if he didn't know she was just an image.

In the palm of her hand, a second projection of high resolution and extremely detailed began to form—a planet, one very similar to Earth.

"You come from a distant planet called Krypton," Carol looked at the image. Even if she was reluctant, she couldn't help but let some of the curiosity that still lingered in her awaken.

"It was a very beautiful and vast planet, with a large population and diverse fauna. But with an environment slightly more hostile than that of this planet. We Kryptonians spread across its surface, colonizing every part of it. Our civilization was beautiful," the woman looked at the projected world affectionately. But Daniel and Carol noticed the past tense in her words.

"Then we decided it was time to expand, to go beyond our world... to the stars," in the projection, thousands of ships departed from the world, into the vast universe.

"We managed to explore our solar system, then the nearest solar systems to it. We discovered many amazing things by stepping foot on other worlds. The yellow suns in them gave us strength and power beyond comparison, causing our expansion to grow even larger. We formed alliances, made friends and enemies, and over time, the empire of Krypton grew larger and larger, although we never completely left our home planet. Our activities expanded far beyond it."

Several images were shown, displaying the glorious feats of the Kryptonians, showing their past and how their people navigated the cosmos.

The smile on the woman's face faded.

"Then He Happened..." her words were almost a whisper, the projection abruptly changed, and the revealed image caused Daniel's pupils to shrink.

In the projection, a titanic humanoid figure stood before Carol's homeworld, adorned in futuristic purple armor. Yet, perhaps the most striking aspect was the scepter in its hands, emitting a brilliant purple light that flooded the entire space with raw power.

In the projection they could see how this being approached Krypton, hundreds of Kryptonian ships returned from space and countless small figures flew out of them fighting against the being head on in a battle without equal.

"His name is Galactus, the Devourer of Worlds. He has existed since before the creation of the universe. Some perceive him as a natural force of the cosmos, while others worship him as a deity. However, labeling him as a god would be inadequate, for even gods bow before him."

The figure of the giant of unimaginable proportions became clearer, his face looked too humanoid.

"krypton was an ancient planet, its core was old, and we knew its natural life would end at any moment. He knew this too, and that's why he arrived."

Daniel looked at the projected being and cold sweat ran down his back, this being, he knew it, had plagued his thoughts as one of the concerns why he could not remain calm.

Although what he remembered of him were vague images, they were enough to give him a sense of unparalleled crisis every time they crossed his mind.

It was one of the greatest threats Daniel could remember and one of the reasons he sought to become stronger..

Carol watched the projection in disbelief. Countless Kryptonians engaged Galactus in the void of space, yet the outcome was not as hoped. Their numbers dwindled continuously, and to her incredulity, the battle seemed to reach a stalemate. Even when the Devourer of Worlds was wounded, he persisted in his advance toward Krypton.

The purple light from the scepter swept through space, wreaking havoc upon all it touched.

"Although the yellow sun gives us unparalleled powers, the red sun that illuminates Krypton does not. In that battle, all the Kryptonians who had gone to explore the stars returned, thousands of them recharged with the energy of the yellow sun. Even so, that energy could not be replenished under the presence of the red sun. Gradually, their strength waned, and the powers granted by the light of the yellow sun did too."

Carol saw it. With each passing second, more and more Kryptonians fell. At first, Galactus could not even approach the planet. Even with his powerful scepter, his power could not withstand thousands of Kryptonian soldiers recharged with the light of a yellow star mercilessly charging at him.

They broke his armor and tore his energy body without mercy, but Galactus looked like a cockroach, no matter the wounds he resisted, resisted until the strength of the Kryptonians was sapped by the red sun that illuminated their world.

The one who had given life to their species now took away their strength to protect their world.

"Krypton was going to fall, we all realized it, but no one stopped fighting. It was our home, our world. Although we had explored the stars, we had never colonized other worlds. We didn't think it was necessary, and that was our mistake," the woman looked at the images with sadness.

"Your father and I were scientists and tried to use Krypton's most advanced weapons to hold out a little longer. Even so, we knew the end was inevitable." Beams of yellow solar energy were fired at the Kryptonian army to artificially recharge their powers, but at the same time, Galactus extended his hand, causing Krypton's core to begin destabilizing and fragments of the planet started being abruptly torn away, bright green crystals flooding space.

It was then that the Kryptonian army fell.

Galactus arrived at the planet and began to devour its energy, devastating it mercilessly, causing visible havoc from space.

"The end was imminent, we knew it, and even if we were not willing to fall like this, there was nothing we could do to prevent it. We had no options left, not for us at least, but you... both of you still had hope."

Carol frowned.

"Both?" she asked hesitantly.

"You and your brother," she said, and looked at her with sadness, a look that showed a pain very few could understand and somehow made Carol feel some pity for her.

The projection changed, showing two small babies being placed each in their own individual ship.

"We didn't want you to share the same fate as us, so we planned to send you far away, to a place where you would be safe. We wanted to send you together, but all the advanced ships were being used for the battle. Your father managed to salvage some old single-passenger models and hastily adapted them for you."

In the image, a man moved quickly, modifying the ships at full speed in what looked like a messy lab. Blood trickled down the side of his head; he was injured but didn't stop working.

Soon both ships were ready, and a baby was placed in each.

Carol looked at the two small figures with amazement and disbelief.

The two ships took off, both navigating the sky in the same direction, but something went wrong. One of the planet's debris hit one of the ships, diverting its trajectory closer to Galactus. The giant noticed the small ship and extended his hand.

He took it between his fingers and brought it towards his mouth, then with one bite, the ship was devoured before Carol's horrified eyes.

"Even with the best calculations, we couldn't prevent it. We couldn't save him," Carol's mother looked at the image with a sadness that could be felt, her eyes were teary, but no tears came out; she couldn't cry, not anymore, even if she wanted to.

Carol stood still, feeling numb, watching as her home world was devoured until it disappeared in a great explosion, not knowing what to say or feel.

"His name, what was his name?" remembering the image of that small baby in the ship, she couldn't help but ask.

The woman turned off the projection, bringing the cavern back to its original darkness, and answered with sorrow in her voice.

"His name was Kal-El, and he was your older brother."

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Night had fallen again. Carol and Daniel returned to the Evans farm and sat on the porch, looking up at the sky, each lost in their own thoughts.

Carol was thinking about everything she had learned, everything she could have had but lost.

Daniel, for his part, was quite worried and relieved at the same time.

Galactus—thinking about him was another headache he didn't want to deal with, so he directed his attention to something else, at least temporarily.

Carol... Kal-El, Superman.

Now he remembered almost everything, now he understood why he couldn't find out more about Carol despite spending so much time around her. Unlike Tony and Matt, she wasn't directly the source of his lost memories. Sure, she was extremely related, but she wasn't him, she wasn't Clark Kent.

Once he heard the true name of the last son of Krypton, it was as if that closed door had shattered and an avalanche of memories flooded his mind.

The world's greatest hero was dead or missing, never having made it to Earth, and instead, someone else took his place.

Something that wasn't supposed to happen had happened...

Remembering one of his disadvantages, he couldn't help but wonder if this was his fault.

[Madness Mashup in the World: things that shouldn't exist do exist, and they're all a problem]

He hadn't understood it at first, but now maybe he could get an idea...

He glanced at Carol out of the corner of his eye. Now that he knew her true identity and origin, there was no longer any reason to draw a barrier between them. In fact, now that he knew the truth, he felt incredibly foolish for having worried about her and her future.

Well, maybe not so much. Carol wasn't at all like the Clark Kent in his memories. Sure, she had grown up on a farm raised by two loving parents, but... she was different.

Clark was like a beacon of hope, lighting up the world, a pillar of justice, truth, and good.

Carol... she might have the same blood running through her veins, but... she wasn't like him. He didn't know why, what made them so different? He thought for a second about the theory of the good twin and the evil twin, and for a moment he wondered if Carol was really the evil twin.

But that was stupid... she wasn't that bad, most of the time, but she wasn't a being of light full of goodness either. She was... simply herself.

He decided to stop thinking about it. Searching for explanations about how and why people turn out so different even if they come from the same place made no sense. Every individual has their own personality and traits independent of their origin or upbringing.

Carol was simply Carol.

With this new understanding, he couldn't help but relax around her in a way he never had before.

But he couldn't fully enjoy it, at least not as much as he would have liked.

Because the threat he feared, he now knew, was real and out there, in deep space, destroying worlds and entire civilizations.

At any moment, it could come to Earth, and he wasn't sure he could save this planet, its people. He didn't believe he would die against it; he had many ways to survive, and wandering through space was easy for a Viltrumite.

If he wanted, he could go anywhere in the universe.

But Earth and its inhabitants were another matter. What purpose did his life, his existence, have if he simply escaped and let humanity be destroyed?

What meaning would he have in such a situation?

If he fled, what would differentiate him from trash?

No, actually, trash would be better because at least trash serves the function of being trash.

Without humanity, what function did he have?

He couldn't allow this world to be destroyed. He would rather die again than let something like that happen.

If the worst came to pass, he would simply take as many humans as he could and find a new planet, create a new Earth.

And he would find a way to avenge the old one.

Avenge, huh...

No matter what, as long as there was life in his body, he would not allow humanity to be destroyed.

If necessary, he would force humanity's evolution. Of course, he didn't want to use that method.

He wanted to be a hero; if he used the most radical method, he would end up being nothing but a conqueror.

A dictator, a monster.

And deep down, he was pretty sure that if cornered, he wouldn't hesitate to do whatever was necessary, no matter how horrible and cruel it might be.

Wow, those thoughts were too dark; he needed to correct that. Maybe it was time to get some therapy. He wondered if Harleen would be willing to help him with that.

"Do you think blonde would suit me?"

The unexpected question snapped Daniel out of his deep thoughts. He blinked and looked at Carol, who was playing with one of her locks and looking at him.

"Why do you ask?" It was a strange, out-of-the-blue question. He expected her to be more focused on the new discoveries they had made.

"I think I want to dye my hair, you know, just to change my style or something," she said, trying not to sound too obvious and looking at him with a hint of anticipation.

"I think you look pretty good with your natural color; it makes your eyes stand out," Daniel said, unsure of what else to respond. Sure, blonde was good, but he didn't think there was a dye that could really penetrate Carol's hair, at least not one that would withstand the friction from her speed without wearing off.

His answer made Carol frown.

"Really? So you prefer the dark color?" she asked, pointing to her hair. Daniel hesitated for a fraction of a second before responding, a fraction that felt like hours to Carol.

"I think any color is fine as long as you like it," he shrugged. Denying that he liked blonde would be a lie, but it wasn't as if it was something too important. In retrospect, any color was fine as long as the person wearing it liked it.

'But I want you to like it,' Carol thought with a pout. She sighed and leaned back in her chair before patting her bag and pulling out a 15-centimeter-long white crystal out of her bag.

It was almost transparent, and if one looked at it casually, it would just seem like a piece of jewelry, like a quartz crystal you might see being sold in shops for just a few dollars.

"Have you decided what you're going to do with it?" Daniel asked, looking at the crystal in her hand. Carol shook her head.

"No idea. Suggestions? Or are you going to say any place is fine too?" She couldn't help but say it with a hint of sarcasm. She regretted it instantly, but before she could say anything to fix it, Daniel spoke.

"Actually, I think there's a very suitable place." Carol looked at him curiously, and Daniel smiled.

"Tell me, do you want to go to Antarctica?"

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Note:

Five thousand words.

I wanted to bring this chapter earlier, but I'm an idiot and I injured myself by mishandling a sharp knife. Blood gushed like a fountain, but I managed to fix it. The only problem is that now I only have 9 fingers to write until I heal, which makes it somewhat uncomfortable to write, but not impossible. I can adapt.

SuperSoldier week ends today, I hope to be able to release another chapter before we return to the usual schedule, then I hope to be able to compensate for the lack of Still Defiant chapters.

You know the drill, comments, suggestions, criticisms, don't hesitate to leave them all!

Tell me what you think of this revelation, what did you think?
 
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