Fellow Human
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I lost my faith in Marvel, it's almost as bad as new SW. Not a good source of fanfiction.
The Iron Sith V2 (SW/MCU AU)
- Thread starter Illuviar
- Start date
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Naruto In Name Only.
The placeholder name for characters in fanfic that is supposed to be a specific character, but actually is not.
Be it due to different power set, characteristics, or simply circumstances so much that it's basically an OC with MC'd name.
Also known as HINO, Harry In Name Only. Since such phenomenon happen most often in the Naruto and Harry Potter fandom.
My point is that if you need more force user, just use a random grunt or scientist or what have you.
Your world building is good, to inject some kind of realism on the MCU. But please don't strip the 'magic' of that world by getting rid of native events and characters.
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Fellow Human
Verified Roado Rolla
Would that be TINO for Worm as well? Honestly I don't know what canon her is after all these years, and I've only ever read about 100k of original.
Illuviar is adjusting their powers, if they don't define them, then they should be the same characters. Besides, I think streching and flaming torch are silly 20th century powers. As well as the rock dude, there's not much you can do with such a character. He is rock, he says it's clobbering time and that's it.
Yeah.
I'm using the older nomenclature. It's much more prevalent when Harry with Rinnegan powered by 18's Ki Generator with Wolverines's Adamantium bones++++ kinda story is written.
Worm fandom's TINO is the more recent one.
The thing is, that kinda thing is also connected to their character development.
The 'Rock Dude' is facing difficulty since he can't feel touch anymore.
It color their interaction with the world, and how they change.
So, yeah.
Depending on the execution, I don't really care. I certainly don't like canon Harry, or Taylor for that matter. So TINO, HINO, whatever, is not an issue for me if the story is good. Those five for example, can fit in, sparing me from creating a few more future OCs to flesh for either the uplift effort or SHIELD shenanigans. Three of them are scientists, the othe two can fit in SHIELD.
edit: My only issue is if someone insist those are exactly the cannon characters, trust me, while circumstances and butterflies, or author decisions means they aren't. I certainly make no such promises in this story.
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Phase 6: Fantastic headaches Part 1
AN: If nothing else, using those five saves me from creating a few OCs in the future wihle covering in depth the uplift, and SHIELD shenanigans. We've got three scientists, and two fellows who can fit as SHIELD agents, though it's kind of in Johnny's case.
Disclaimer: I do not own any movies set up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe or Star Wars movies, cartoons, games, books, or comics. They belong to their respective copyright owners. This story is not created with a commercial aim. It is not for sale or rent.
Stark Industries and Chinese Starlight Consortium sign up an unprecedented deal! Stark licenses fusion technology and the production of civilian exoskeletons to Chinese manufacturers!
Forbes magazine
Conservative politicians accuse Stark of selling out American advantages and lack of patriotism!
Fox News
US government refuses to comment on China deal!
USA Today
A high level US government official rumored to be part of the negotiations between Starlight Consortium and Stark Industries. What does it mean if true?
New York Times
Protesters attempt to block roads leading to experimental fusion facility on the outskirts of New York. Riot Police out in force clashes with rioters! Vice-Governor Lombardi condemns the protest!
New York Times
SHIELD facility White
location classified
"This thing is fascinating! Just look at those readings!" Reed Richards exclaimed.
"Sis, why is your ex here?" Johnatan Storm asked again. "What about you, Ben? Any ideas?"
"I'm just a guard here." Grimm shrugged. "You have a higher clearance than me."
"I still don't know how you got involved with SHIELD, brother mine!" Susan exclaimed. "Besides, you're the one working here! How the hell would I know why Reed's here?!
"The world wept." Victor groaned.
"Shut up, Doom!" Richards and Johnathan shouted at the same time.
"Jonathan!"
Damn, Sue was magnificent when riled up! Victor briefly smiled until his gaze briefly flashed over Richards. The presence of that fool was anything but amusing.
"You don't have the necessary clearance to know." Sue's brother sounded honest.
"I like this less and less!"
"Hey, I'm just here to guide you, you two lovebirds. I have work to do. Ben will be the one babysitting you. Try not to piss him off." Jonathan pointed a thumb at the small mountain of a man wearing a plain SHIELD uniform that did nothing to hide his muscles.
"Perish the thought," Victor muttered. The only one present he wanted to piss off was Richards, anyway. All he wanted from Sue's brother was for the young man to shut up as long as he didn't have something constructive to say.
"Reed, what are you doing?" Sue demanded in a sharp tone that made Doom perk up.
His gaze went to the offending man. Richards had his hands stuck in a pair of protective gloves connected to the containment case holding the artifact they were here to examine.
"He's doing something foolish, like always, Sue." Doom walked around his girlfriend and looked at the case.
"Ben, try to keep them from each other's throats, will you? I'll owe you one."
"More than one," Grimm grumbled grimly. "These two looks like cocks ready to tear each other apart." He snorted and glanced at Johnny's sister. "Not that I can blame them." He added quietly.
"Oi, that's my sister!"
"I've said nothin'!" Grimm shrugged.
"Richards, do you poke every piece of alien technology you run into?" Doom demanded.
"This is the first piece of alien technology I've ever seen. I'll poke at it until I know everything about it!"
"Oh, get off your high horses, you two!" Susan snapped in frustration.
"Huh, did that gem just blink? Richards, don't poke it! You don't know what…." Victor trailed off. "Is it me, or did it just get cold?"
"The hell are you talking about, Doom? This facility has a proper climate control…." Grimm demanded. "Damn, it's a bit chilly."
Jonathan turned away from the sealed door of the laboratory and walked back to the container.
"What did you do?" He demanded as well.
"I just…" Richards pressed the gem on the top of the cube.
"Why did you do that?!" Doom demanded.
"Everyone, calm down, now!" Susan snapped and shuddered. It was suddenly damn cold.
The cube shifted and opened like a metal flower, revealing a shattered crystal core. The fragments pulsed with soothing bright energy, followed by darkness so deep it devoured the light. That made it look like a gaping void in the middle of the containment chamber.
Richards struggled to get his hands away from the thick gloves.
"Sue, get away!" Doom briskly moved to the side and pulled his girlfriend away from the case. It was frosting over as if someone pumped it with super-cooled gas.
"This is Grimm. We've got a situation in the laboratory…."
A loud crack echoed throughout the room. The case shattered. A wave of chilling darkness erupted from the breached containment vessel. Victor felt as if his blood froze in his veins. He couldn't move! Sue felt like an icicle in his hands!
Blinding yet soft and soothing light chased away the chill.
Victor's mind drifted, carried on the surface of a slow stream of pure energy. Light and darkness shimmered in its depths, chasing each other. Without thinking, he stretched his fingers and touched the surface.
This was amazing! This was power!
That very thought burned within his mind. Doom raised his hand and pulled the river's energy within himself. He could feel it wash throughout his body, changing, reshaping him. He wanted more. He needed more!
Suddenly, the surface below Victor could no longer support him. He fell into the energy river and felt like drowning.
Victor screamed even as energy flowed within him. Lighting cracked, and he knew no more.
Disneyland
California, US
"Romanoff, what did those idiots do?" Stark demanded after watching a muted security recording from a laboratory's camera.
"That's what we hoped you could tell us."
"That teaching device shouldn't have been able to do that even if it failed catastrophically. Of course, it shouldn't have been able to do what it did the last time either." Stark grumbled. He shook his head and gave her back the tablet.
Stark looked away from Natasha and looked at the nearby building, where his daughter hopefully enjoyed the famous Captain America ride.
"What's their status?" Stark returned his attention to Natasha.
When she didn't immediately answer, he raised an eyebrow at her. Fury wouldn't have dispatched her to get Stark for a consultation if they were merely dead or fine.
"They've demonstrated certain abilities like yours." Natasha allowed.
"Did they get memories too?"
"If they did, they're hiding it much better than you, Mr. Stark. We haven't noticed any particular changes in personality besides what can be accounted for by extreme stress."
"What can they do?" Stark demanded. "The status of the device?"
"Whatever Richards caused destroyed it. We were able to recover only fragments."
"Unless you shoot it with a particle beam, that shouldn't have happened either!" Stark grumbled. "Now spill. It's not like you to dance around the topic."
Natasha snorted. It wasn't like he knew her!
"Invisibility, telekinesis, pyrokinesis… control of lighting, and perhaps being tough or able to resist lighting and fire. There were incidents." Natasha told Stark what she knew.
"Like this?" He raised his open palm, and suddenly purple lighting danced between his fingers.
Natasha blinked, and it was still there. Stark clenched his fist, and the lightning vanished.
"Just like this, yes." So much for Stark merely being a telekinetic. Whatever his powers were, they were oddly versatile.
"Depending on what those idiots did to themselves, they might need training." Stark groaned. "Like I didn't have more than enough work already."
"Training?"
"What, did you think I got born knowing how to use telekinesis or become invisible?" He scoffed.
When he put it that way… Then again, it wasn't like Stark bothered to explain to anyone exactly what his powers were, just some of what he could do.
"Are you willing to assist us, Mr. Stark?"
"After we're done here, and Hannah is safely on the way back home. Call whoever is looking after those five and tell their minder to keep them calm. Spiking emotions can make it harder to control such abilities." Stark explained.
It was Natasha's turn to grimace. From what she saw and heard, those five were anything but calm and collected.
Disclaimer: I do not own any movies set up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe or Star Wars movies, cartoons, games, books, or comics. They belong to their respective copyright owners. This story is not created with a commercial aim. It is not for sale or rent.
Phase 6: Fantastic headaches
=SI=
Part 1
=SI=
=SI=
Part 1
=SI=
Stark Industries and Chinese Starlight Consortium sign up an unprecedented deal! Stark licenses fusion technology and the production of civilian exoskeletons to Chinese manufacturers!
Forbes magazine
Conservative politicians accuse Stark of selling out American advantages and lack of patriotism!
Fox News
US government refuses to comment on China deal!
USA Today
A high level US government official rumored to be part of the negotiations between Starlight Consortium and Stark Industries. What does it mean if true?
New York Times
Protesters attempt to block roads leading to experimental fusion facility on the outskirts of New York. Riot Police out in force clashes with rioters! Vice-Governor Lombardi condemns the protest!
New York Times
=SI=
SHIELD facility White
location classified
"This thing is fascinating! Just look at those readings!" Reed Richards exclaimed.
"Sis, why is your ex here?" Johnatan Storm asked again. "What about you, Ben? Any ideas?"
"I'm just a guard here." Grimm shrugged. "You have a higher clearance than me."
"I still don't know how you got involved with SHIELD, brother mine!" Susan exclaimed. "Besides, you're the one working here! How the hell would I know why Reed's here?!
"The world wept." Victor groaned.
"Shut up, Doom!" Richards and Johnathan shouted at the same time.
"Jonathan!"
Damn, Sue was magnificent when riled up! Victor briefly smiled until his gaze briefly flashed over Richards. The presence of that fool was anything but amusing.
"You don't have the necessary clearance to know." Sue's brother sounded honest.
"I like this less and less!"
"Hey, I'm just here to guide you, you two lovebirds. I have work to do. Ben will be the one babysitting you. Try not to piss him off." Jonathan pointed a thumb at the small mountain of a man wearing a plain SHIELD uniform that did nothing to hide his muscles.
"Perish the thought," Victor muttered. The only one present he wanted to piss off was Richards, anyway. All he wanted from Sue's brother was for the young man to shut up as long as he didn't have something constructive to say.
"Reed, what are you doing?" Sue demanded in a sharp tone that made Doom perk up.
His gaze went to the offending man. Richards had his hands stuck in a pair of protective gloves connected to the containment case holding the artifact they were here to examine.
"He's doing something foolish, like always, Sue." Doom walked around his girlfriend and looked at the case.
"Ben, try to keep them from each other's throats, will you? I'll owe you one."
"More than one," Grimm grumbled grimly. "These two looks like cocks ready to tear each other apart." He snorted and glanced at Johnny's sister. "Not that I can blame them." He added quietly.
"Oi, that's my sister!"
"I've said nothin'!" Grimm shrugged.
"Richards, do you poke every piece of alien technology you run into?" Doom demanded.
"This is the first piece of alien technology I've ever seen. I'll poke at it until I know everything about it!"
"Oh, get off your high horses, you two!" Susan snapped in frustration.
"Huh, did that gem just blink? Richards, don't poke it! You don't know what…." Victor trailed off. "Is it me, or did it just get cold?"
"The hell are you talking about, Doom? This facility has a proper climate control…." Grimm demanded. "Damn, it's a bit chilly."
Jonathan turned away from the sealed door of the laboratory and walked back to the container.
"What did you do?" He demanded as well.
"I just…" Richards pressed the gem on the top of the cube.
"Why did you do that?!" Doom demanded.
"Everyone, calm down, now!" Susan snapped and shuddered. It was suddenly damn cold.
The cube shifted and opened like a metal flower, revealing a shattered crystal core. The fragments pulsed with soothing bright energy, followed by darkness so deep it devoured the light. That made it look like a gaping void in the middle of the containment chamber.
Richards struggled to get his hands away from the thick gloves.
"Sue, get away!" Doom briskly moved to the side and pulled his girlfriend away from the case. It was frosting over as if someone pumped it with super-cooled gas.
"This is Grimm. We've got a situation in the laboratory…."
A loud crack echoed throughout the room. The case shattered. A wave of chilling darkness erupted from the breached containment vessel. Victor felt as if his blood froze in his veins. He couldn't move! Sue felt like an icicle in his hands!
Blinding yet soft and soothing light chased away the chill.
Victor's mind drifted, carried on the surface of a slow stream of pure energy. Light and darkness shimmered in its depths, chasing each other. Without thinking, he stretched his fingers and touched the surface.
This was amazing! This was power!
That very thought burned within his mind. Doom raised his hand and pulled the river's energy within himself. He could feel it wash throughout his body, changing, reshaping him. He wanted more. He needed more!
Suddenly, the surface below Victor could no longer support him. He fell into the energy river and felt like drowning.
Victor screamed even as energy flowed within him. Lighting cracked, and he knew no more.
=SI=
Disneyland
California, US
"Romanoff, what did those idiots do?" Stark demanded after watching a muted security recording from a laboratory's camera.
"That's what we hoped you could tell us."
"That teaching device shouldn't have been able to do that even if it failed catastrophically. Of course, it shouldn't have been able to do what it did the last time either." Stark grumbled. He shook his head and gave her back the tablet.
Stark looked away from Natasha and looked at the nearby building, where his daughter hopefully enjoyed the famous Captain America ride.
"What's their status?" Stark returned his attention to Natasha.
When she didn't immediately answer, he raised an eyebrow at her. Fury wouldn't have dispatched her to get Stark for a consultation if they were merely dead or fine.
"They've demonstrated certain abilities like yours." Natasha allowed.
"Did they get memories too?"
"If they did, they're hiding it much better than you, Mr. Stark. We haven't noticed any particular changes in personality besides what can be accounted for by extreme stress."
"What can they do?" Stark demanded. "The status of the device?"
"Whatever Richards caused destroyed it. We were able to recover only fragments."
"Unless you shoot it with a particle beam, that shouldn't have happened either!" Stark grumbled. "Now spill. It's not like you to dance around the topic."
Natasha snorted. It wasn't like he knew her!
"Invisibility, telekinesis, pyrokinesis… control of lighting, and perhaps being tough or able to resist lighting and fire. There were incidents." Natasha told Stark what she knew.
"Like this?" He raised his open palm, and suddenly purple lighting danced between his fingers.
Natasha blinked, and it was still there. Stark clenched his fist, and the lightning vanished.
"Just like this, yes." So much for Stark merely being a telekinetic. Whatever his powers were, they were oddly versatile.
"Depending on what those idiots did to themselves, they might need training." Stark groaned. "Like I didn't have more than enough work already."
"Training?"
"What, did you think I got born knowing how to use telekinesis or become invisible?" He scoffed.
When he put it that way… Then again, it wasn't like Stark bothered to explain to anyone exactly what his powers were, just some of what he could do.
"Are you willing to assist us, Mr. Stark?"
"After we're done here, and Hannah is safely on the way back home. Call whoever is looking after those five and tell their minder to keep them calm. Spiking emotions can make it harder to control such abilities." Stark explained.
It was Natasha's turn to grimace. From what she saw and heard, those five were anything but calm and collected.
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Say, what's your weird Stark's goal? Is it just preparing Earth for alien invasion? I'm asking because canon Stark hated sharing anything he didn't need to and I feel a Sith would be really greedy. So far he's been really accommodating and maybe that's not too out of character but I feel a Sith would be a lot more selfish.
He's been really open about his history and is planning on sharing a lot of tech. I know he doesn't want to rule but what does he want?
He's been really open about his history and is planning on sharing a lot of tech. I know he doesn't want to rule but what does he want?
Fellow Human
Verified Roado Rolla
Power to be free and a good woman basically. He is a Sith from his previous stories, but like all Jedi are not the same, nor are Sith.
He is reasonable, until he gets pushed and pushed and then kills planets. But that was because he thought he was different than the other Sith and in full control.
In another fic he realized when he got into a universe without the Force, that he too was a slave to the dark side, when he thought clearly for the first time in a long while.
He is a Sith warrior, not manipulator or scientist or madman. This is a Self Insert that started with Gundam, then moved to Old Republic and then to new Republic, lastly here. Alternate sequel is in Worm.
Hopefully I spared Illuviar from explaining this again.
He is reasonable, until he gets pushed and pushed and then kills planets. But that was because he thought he was different than the other Sith and in full control.
In another fic he realized when he got into a universe without the Force, that he too was a slave to the dark side, when he thought clearly for the first time in a long while.
He is a Sith warrior, not manipulator or scientist or madman. This is a Self Insert that started with Gundam, then moved to Old Republic and then to new Republic, lastly here. Alternate sequel is in Worm.
Hopefully I spared Illuviar from explaining this again.
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- Pronouns
- Zug
Shouldn't this be Reed Richards?
Preparing Earth for invasion, while becoming the most powerful and influential man on Earth. The name of the game is slow infiltration and subversion of organizations, while making yourself indispensible. He wants a safe place to enjoy his retirement and enough power to be the man behind the throne so to speak, so as few people as possible would dare fucking with him.
Yes, this basically goes under Sith Tony being able to enjoy his retirement.
I got the memo and just got it fixed.
- Location
- Poland
'Consortium sign an unprecedented deal!'
out
Maybe change it to 'Vice Governor'? I never heard the term 'lieutenant governor' and needed to google it
Johnathan
add 'just' after 'I'm'
Is 'Laboratory' the sections actual name? Because if it isn't it needs to be decapitalised. And add 'the' before 'laboratory' in the second quote.
remove the comma
Add 'a' after 'telekinetic'
Interesting to see a DoomxSue pairing, hope it stays that way.
Thank you, its fixed. Hopefully for Doom, it will stay that way so Susan could keep him in line. Otherwise, he's liable to end killed either by SHIELD or Sith Tony before he could become too much of a problem.
Why is it cringe to use? Remember, I'm not a native speaker.
Just do everyone a favor and shoot Reed Richards in the head and puT him out of everyone's else misery! This is the man that purposely endangered his closes "friends" to poke something, doesn't understand any sort of caution, and never gets better in any of the stories he is in.
Phase 6: Fantastic headaches Part 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any movies set up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe or Star Wars movies, cartoons, games, books, or comics. They belong to their respective copyright owners. This story is not created with a commercial aim. It is not for sale or rent.
CEO of Doom Industries, Victor von Doom missing!
New York Times
SHIELD facility White
location classified
Intelligence agencies still loved their underground facilities. A flight to a small airfield nested in the Rockies, then a ride on a Blackhawk got us to where SHIELD contained my new set of potential fantastic headaches.
Most of the names sounded familiar. Von Doom was an industrialist, scientist, and CEO of Von Doom Industries. Now that was a proper Sith name. I recall meeting the bastard a few times. Considering how big SI was, he wasn't exactly a happy camper. It might have been envy, and it might have been worry that I could use SI's advantages to fuck over his company. That wasn't a unique sentiment. Things might have turned up differently if it wasn't for Doom being arrogant. Then I opened my mouth, and things went south. We made the papers, of course. Since then, Pepper made sure we wouldn't run into each other again if possible.
There was something more to the name, yet it remained elusive no matter how much I tried to remember it.
Reed Richards – is a decent physicist with some weird theories. The last I heard of him was the news of his bankruptcy before he vanished from the radar. SHIELD probably paid his debts and stuck him in a lab.
Dr. Susan Storm. The image of a pretty younger blond flashed in front of my eyes. For once, she wasn't someone Tony slept with, which would be awkward. From what I recall, I saw her during some symposium I was supposed to give a lecture at. All I could correctly remember from that time was awakening two days later with Christine in my bed and Pepper frowning with disapproval at us both. I think that was the first time I slept with that particular reporter, but far from the last.
The other two people exposed to my Holocron were boring in comparison. Storm's younger brother was a SHIELD agent and the one to lead her and Doom to the laboratory in question. Grimm – was a SHIELD agent as well. He was a part of the facility's security detail. On the face of it, nothing was interesting about those two until a few days ago.
Woods and a handful of my private security with higher clearance than most jumped out of the helicopter after it landed, followed by Romanoff. A small group of security wearing soft vests and dark blue armor waited for us near an entrance dug into the side of the mountain.
The redhead led us deep within the facility while the SHIELD guards provided an escort.
I could feel five bright signatures in the Force. Compared to everyone else I met since Afghanistan, they burned brightly in my perception.
"This is going to be a potential issue, all right."
"Stark?"
"I can sense them from here, Romanoff. They can manipulate the same energy that I use. Barring a miracle, they'll need the training to use their abilities safely."
Romanoff looked curiously at me.
"What? I'm sure you've seen my medical scans. I don't have a fusion reactor up my ass, and I certainly don't draw energy from this one." I tapped the Arc reactor in my chest.
"Energy manipulation? That makes a disturbing amount of sense. "
"A person needs training on how to use it to get all kinds of effects safely," I noted.
We reached a medical bay hidden behind a massive armored door a few minutes later. Romanoff nodded at the security team stationed in front of the entrance. One of them went to a control panel. He swiped a key card through it, then entered a long code.
The door slowly opened with a hydraulic hiss. I could see five hospital beds inside and a lot of equipment, some of which were not medical. A doctor and two nurses were chatting near a desk to the right while a pair of guards holding fire extinguishes glared at a tall young man.
Susan and Doom sat on the bed closest to the door and whispered, now and then glaring at Richards. He paid them no attention and was busy playing with a rubber ball using telekinesis. A large man sat on the bed across from the couple, slowly typing on a laptop.
As soon as the door opened, five heads snapped in my direction.
"He's glowing, but not?" Susan looked at me in confusion.
"Stark!? What the hell are you doing here?!" Doom exclaimed in disbelief at my arrival.
"I'm here because you children fucked up."
"It was Reed's fault!" Susan spat.
"Yes, it's all on Richards. He kept poking what shouldn't be poked!" Doom was happy to announce.
That got him an elbow in the side.
"I'm right, as you just said, Sue!"
"You don't have to be so smug about it!" Doom looked back at me. "What do you have to do with any of this, Stark? Why are you…." He trailed off and stared at me.
I raised a hand and channeled the Force. Lighting sparked between my fingers.
Doom looked at his hands, which I now noted were both bandaged, then at my display.
"Holy cow, you're like us!" The tall youngster exclaimed.
"You're now like me." I corrected him. "Lighting," I nodded to Doom. "Telekinesis." I glanced at Richards. "Pyrokinesis," The people with the fire extinguishers were a dead giveaway. "What about the rest of you?"
Susan stared at me, her face scrunched in an effort, and she shimmered out of existence.
"Shadow Cloak." I nodded. "A bit of advice, don't try this against someone who has the eyes to see, so to speak, Ms. Storm. Unless you know what you're doing, merely vanishing from sight makes you glow even brighter to other senses."
The blond gasped and shimmered back into view. I looked at the man with the laptop.
"I'm tougher now, as long as I have the energy for it."
"It's like a spring filling you up. Using the energy drains what the energy your body can contain, yet the spring is too slow and shallow to keep up?"
"How do you know that, dude?" Storm's brother demanded.
"That device Richards was poking? It gave me access to this power, which shouldn't have been possible but a hundred or so years of memories, including how to use it. I recommend you start practicing meditation and other mental exercises to help keep your emotions in check. Raging emotions can make it harder to control your powers and lead to unfortunate incidents." I looked pointedly at Doom's hands.
"I didn't know I could do a passable imitation of Palpatine now!" Doom snapped at me. "Though the idea of frying a few Board members has merit."
"As long as you don't turn into a shriveled evil prune…." Storm hummed. "I will draw the line at frying actual people instead of corporate vampires."
Doom opened his mouth to say something, then wisely closed it.
"Good boy," Susan cooed.
"She's got you well trained, Victor." I couldn't help myself.
"Fuck you, Stark!" Doom gave me his best sneer. It was almost impressive.
"You're not my type, sorry. So what are we going to do with you?"
"I have a company to run!" Doom grumbled. "You can't keep me here indefinitely!"
"You'll find that the reach of our friends is rather long, Doom."
"And you, of all people, don't find that disturbing?" Doom shot back.
"A hundred years of memories gave me perspective." I turned to Romanoff, who was watching the show with an amused smirk. "I've seen enough. Those idiots need training before safely letting them back into civilized society. Their emotions are all over the place. Without training and enough experience to handle their emotions and abilities, that's a recipe for disaster."
"Do you feel like having some house guests, Mr. Stark?" Romanoff asked.
"There's no way I'm letting them near my daughter until they know control."
"That's fucked up! I didn't sign up to be stuck in the Bat Cave's poor cousin!" Storm's brother exclaimed. His resentment and frustration spiked. The air around him distorted from heat and burst into flame. "God damn it!" The young man cursed a moment before the SHIELD agents covered him with fire-retardant foam.
"Johnny!" Susan exclaimed worriedly.
"Sorry, love, but I wouldn't let your brother anywhere he might end up burning the place, either." Doom grimaced. "I certainly don't feel like dealing with the fallout of accidentally frying someone."
"Victor, you're not helping!" Storm glowered at Doom.
"I recall promising not to lie to you if possible," Doom explained while struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm pointedly not lying to you, Sue."
"Damn it all, and damn you, Reed!" Storm hissed and shimmered out of existence.
Doom intently stared at where she sat. "Huh, Stark's right. I can kind of sense you here. There's this shimmering energy roughly in your shape…." He slowly poked her.
"See! You can't help yourself and just have to poke anything curious!" Richards exclaimed in frustration.
"Shut up, Reed!" Doom and Storm snapped at him at the same time.
"Is this how they've been since the incident?" I asked Romanoff.
She looked at the Doctor and Nurses, who were now watching the show.
"Like that, with more fire, lighting, and flying equipment." The Doctor spoke in a dry English accent.
"Give them something to help keep them calm, then books and perhaps a trainer to get them started on meditation. Get someone to teach them exercises that people with anger issues do to help maintain their composure. Get them to a training room and let them trash it to get it out of their system if the pressure becomes too much. Those are the absolute basics. When they have them covered, and if they haven't killed each other, we can find a way for me to train them." I glared at four of the five people. "You're going to make it up for wasting my precious time. Three of you are supposed to be competent scientists, and you will prove it."
"You think about conscripting them?" Romanoff chortled at the very idea.
"You know what I'm busy with. They'll be making up for the waste of time."
"We can figure it out by ourselves, Stark," Doom sneered.
"I always knew you were an arrogant ass, Doom! Yet, until now, I had the vague recollection you had a few more brain cells to rub together than the average dimwit!" Doom glared at me at that. "It took thousands of years and countless generations building upon the knowledge and training of those who came before them for people to be able to do more than the odd parlor trick. That device gave you the aptitude to use a single ability exceptionally. Besides that, you aren't scratching the surface of what's possible, much less have any idea of the danger involved." As I lectured them, I drew on the Dark Side, and the shadows in the room came to life around me. "I've put down more than enough mad dogs who let their arrogance get the better of them, Victor von Doom! Don't become the next one!" I spat and let go of the Dark Side.
The shadows settled down, and the chill in the air quickly vanished.
"Holy shit! Did you see that! That was some Dark Lord shit right there!" Susan's brother gleefully exclaimed.
"That sounds like Doom, all right." Richards snorted.
Doom quietly cursed Reed as he left the medical center.
My earlier assessment was sadly accurate. Those five were going to be a fantastic pain in my ass, damn them.
Phase 6: Fantastic headaches
=SI=
Part 2
=SI=
Part 2
=SI=
CEO of Doom Industries, Victor von Doom missing!
New York Times
=SI=
SHIELD facility White
location classified
Intelligence agencies still loved their underground facilities. A flight to a small airfield nested in the Rockies, then a ride on a Blackhawk got us to where SHIELD contained my new set of potential fantastic headaches.
Most of the names sounded familiar. Von Doom was an industrialist, scientist, and CEO of Von Doom Industries. Now that was a proper Sith name. I recall meeting the bastard a few times. Considering how big SI was, he wasn't exactly a happy camper. It might have been envy, and it might have been worry that I could use SI's advantages to fuck over his company. That wasn't a unique sentiment. Things might have turned up differently if it wasn't for Doom being arrogant. Then I opened my mouth, and things went south. We made the papers, of course. Since then, Pepper made sure we wouldn't run into each other again if possible.
There was something more to the name, yet it remained elusive no matter how much I tried to remember it.
Reed Richards – is a decent physicist with some weird theories. The last I heard of him was the news of his bankruptcy before he vanished from the radar. SHIELD probably paid his debts and stuck him in a lab.
Dr. Susan Storm. The image of a pretty younger blond flashed in front of my eyes. For once, she wasn't someone Tony slept with, which would be awkward. From what I recall, I saw her during some symposium I was supposed to give a lecture at. All I could correctly remember from that time was awakening two days later with Christine in my bed and Pepper frowning with disapproval at us both. I think that was the first time I slept with that particular reporter, but far from the last.
The other two people exposed to my Holocron were boring in comparison. Storm's younger brother was a SHIELD agent and the one to lead her and Doom to the laboratory in question. Grimm – was a SHIELD agent as well. He was a part of the facility's security detail. On the face of it, nothing was interesting about those two until a few days ago.
Woods and a handful of my private security with higher clearance than most jumped out of the helicopter after it landed, followed by Romanoff. A small group of security wearing soft vests and dark blue armor waited for us near an entrance dug into the side of the mountain.
The redhead led us deep within the facility while the SHIELD guards provided an escort.
I could feel five bright signatures in the Force. Compared to everyone else I met since Afghanistan, they burned brightly in my perception.
"This is going to be a potential issue, all right."
"Stark?"
"I can sense them from here, Romanoff. They can manipulate the same energy that I use. Barring a miracle, they'll need the training to use their abilities safely."
Romanoff looked curiously at me.
"What? I'm sure you've seen my medical scans. I don't have a fusion reactor up my ass, and I certainly don't draw energy from this one." I tapped the Arc reactor in my chest.
"Energy manipulation? That makes a disturbing amount of sense. "
"A person needs training on how to use it to get all kinds of effects safely," I noted.
We reached a medical bay hidden behind a massive armored door a few minutes later. Romanoff nodded at the security team stationed in front of the entrance. One of them went to a control panel. He swiped a key card through it, then entered a long code.
The door slowly opened with a hydraulic hiss. I could see five hospital beds inside and a lot of equipment, some of which were not medical. A doctor and two nurses were chatting near a desk to the right while a pair of guards holding fire extinguishes glared at a tall young man.
Susan and Doom sat on the bed closest to the door and whispered, now and then glaring at Richards. He paid them no attention and was busy playing with a rubber ball using telekinesis. A large man sat on the bed across from the couple, slowly typing on a laptop.
As soon as the door opened, five heads snapped in my direction.
"He's glowing, but not?" Susan looked at me in confusion.
"Stark!? What the hell are you doing here?!" Doom exclaimed in disbelief at my arrival.
"I'm here because you children fucked up."
"It was Reed's fault!" Susan spat.
"Yes, it's all on Richards. He kept poking what shouldn't be poked!" Doom was happy to announce.
That got him an elbow in the side.
"I'm right, as you just said, Sue!"
"You don't have to be so smug about it!" Doom looked back at me. "What do you have to do with any of this, Stark? Why are you…." He trailed off and stared at me.
I raised a hand and channeled the Force. Lighting sparked between my fingers.
Doom looked at his hands, which I now noted were both bandaged, then at my display.
"Holy cow, you're like us!" The tall youngster exclaimed.
"You're now like me." I corrected him. "Lighting," I nodded to Doom. "Telekinesis." I glanced at Richards. "Pyrokinesis," The people with the fire extinguishers were a dead giveaway. "What about the rest of you?"
Susan stared at me, her face scrunched in an effort, and she shimmered out of existence.
"Shadow Cloak." I nodded. "A bit of advice, don't try this against someone who has the eyes to see, so to speak, Ms. Storm. Unless you know what you're doing, merely vanishing from sight makes you glow even brighter to other senses."
The blond gasped and shimmered back into view. I looked at the man with the laptop.
"I'm tougher now, as long as I have the energy for it."
"It's like a spring filling you up. Using the energy drains what the energy your body can contain, yet the spring is too slow and shallow to keep up?"
"How do you know that, dude?" Storm's brother demanded.
"That device Richards was poking? It gave me access to this power, which shouldn't have been possible but a hundred or so years of memories, including how to use it. I recommend you start practicing meditation and other mental exercises to help keep your emotions in check. Raging emotions can make it harder to control your powers and lead to unfortunate incidents." I looked pointedly at Doom's hands.
"I didn't know I could do a passable imitation of Palpatine now!" Doom snapped at me. "Though the idea of frying a few Board members has merit."
"As long as you don't turn into a shriveled evil prune…." Storm hummed. "I will draw the line at frying actual people instead of corporate vampires."
Doom opened his mouth to say something, then wisely closed it.
"Good boy," Susan cooed.
"She's got you well trained, Victor." I couldn't help myself.
"Fuck you, Stark!" Doom gave me his best sneer. It was almost impressive.
"You're not my type, sorry. So what are we going to do with you?"
"I have a company to run!" Doom grumbled. "You can't keep me here indefinitely!"
"You'll find that the reach of our friends is rather long, Doom."
"And you, of all people, don't find that disturbing?" Doom shot back.
"A hundred years of memories gave me perspective." I turned to Romanoff, who was watching the show with an amused smirk. "I've seen enough. Those idiots need training before safely letting them back into civilized society. Their emotions are all over the place. Without training and enough experience to handle their emotions and abilities, that's a recipe for disaster."
"Do you feel like having some house guests, Mr. Stark?" Romanoff asked.
"There's no way I'm letting them near my daughter until they know control."
"That's fucked up! I didn't sign up to be stuck in the Bat Cave's poor cousin!" Storm's brother exclaimed. His resentment and frustration spiked. The air around him distorted from heat and burst into flame. "God damn it!" The young man cursed a moment before the SHIELD agents covered him with fire-retardant foam.
"Johnny!" Susan exclaimed worriedly.
"Sorry, love, but I wouldn't let your brother anywhere he might end up burning the place, either." Doom grimaced. "I certainly don't feel like dealing with the fallout of accidentally frying someone."
"Victor, you're not helping!" Storm glowered at Doom.
"I recall promising not to lie to you if possible," Doom explained while struggling to maintain his composure. "I'm pointedly not lying to you, Sue."
"Damn it all, and damn you, Reed!" Storm hissed and shimmered out of existence.
Doom intently stared at where she sat. "Huh, Stark's right. I can kind of sense you here. There's this shimmering energy roughly in your shape…." He slowly poked her.
"See! You can't help yourself and just have to poke anything curious!" Richards exclaimed in frustration.
"Shut up, Reed!" Doom and Storm snapped at him at the same time.
"Is this how they've been since the incident?" I asked Romanoff.
She looked at the Doctor and Nurses, who were now watching the show.
"Like that, with more fire, lighting, and flying equipment." The Doctor spoke in a dry English accent.
"Give them something to help keep them calm, then books and perhaps a trainer to get them started on meditation. Get someone to teach them exercises that people with anger issues do to help maintain their composure. Get them to a training room and let them trash it to get it out of their system if the pressure becomes too much. Those are the absolute basics. When they have them covered, and if they haven't killed each other, we can find a way for me to train them." I glared at four of the five people. "You're going to make it up for wasting my precious time. Three of you are supposed to be competent scientists, and you will prove it."
"You think about conscripting them?" Romanoff chortled at the very idea.
"You know what I'm busy with. They'll be making up for the waste of time."
"We can figure it out by ourselves, Stark," Doom sneered.
"I always knew you were an arrogant ass, Doom! Yet, until now, I had the vague recollection you had a few more brain cells to rub together than the average dimwit!" Doom glared at me at that. "It took thousands of years and countless generations building upon the knowledge and training of those who came before them for people to be able to do more than the odd parlor trick. That device gave you the aptitude to use a single ability exceptionally. Besides that, you aren't scratching the surface of what's possible, much less have any idea of the danger involved." As I lectured them, I drew on the Dark Side, and the shadows in the room came to life around me. "I've put down more than enough mad dogs who let their arrogance get the better of them, Victor von Doom! Don't become the next one!" I spat and let go of the Dark Side.
The shadows settled down, and the chill in the air quickly vanished.
"Holy shit! Did you see that! That was some Dark Lord shit right there!" Susan's brother gleefully exclaimed.
"That sounds like Doom, all right." Richards snorted.
Doom quietly cursed Reed as he left the medical center.
My earlier assessment was sadly accurate. Those five were going to be a fantastic pain in my ass, damn them.
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That ending pun is horrible. I want more.
- Location
- Poland
'Industries' needs to be capitalised
Add 'at' after 'lecture'
There is something missing here
bed
Missing an "
I think you meant Pyrokinesis
I have a feeling 'Cloak' should be capitalised'
There is something missing here
Add a comma after 'possible' and change but into and
shriveled
remove the comma
Add 'a' after 'be'
Well, if Doom ever turns evil at leats we will know that Sue is the true master.
Phase 6: Fantastic headaches Part 3
Disclaimer: I do not own any movies set up in the Marvel Cinematic Universe or Star Wars movies, cartoons, games, books, or comics. They belong to their respective copyright owners. This story is not created with a commercial aim. It is not for sale or rent.
Disney and Stark Industries are competing in negotiations to buy Lucas Films and the rights over the Star Wars franchise!
Financial Times
SHIELD facility White
location classified
"Mr. Stark, was this the best way to approach the situation? It was certainly amusing to watch, however…." Romanoff trailed off and looked pointedly at me.
We were in a nearby mess hall, where she dragged me to after I had stormed out of the medbay. We sat nursing coffees at one of the tables while the security gave us some space to talk.
"Those idiots brought back some memories. It doesn't help that I've got a bit of history with Doom. Pepper has been doing her best to ensure we wouldn't run into each other for years now for a reason."
After becoming Tony Stark, I thought I'd left this kind of kriffing shit behind me.
"Do you care to elaborate, Tony?" Romanoff prodded.
"No, 'Mr. Stark'?"
"It doesn't seem appropriate right now." Natasha's lips rose into a ghost of a smile.
"I spent the first ten years after receiving basic training in how to utilize my abilities, hunting down people like me who went rogue. Many of them were the same bastards I used to train with. I was unfortunate enough to get my training at a time two galactic powers fought to a standstill. Both sides needed warm bodies to throw into the fire to break the stalemate in a desperate bid to win the war. Instead, mutual exhaustion forced our governments to sign a bitter cease-fire." I sipped my coffee while memories that had no reason to feel so fresh flashed in front of my mind.
"The training wasn't all it was cracked up to be, was it?" Natasha asked shrewdly.
"It was quick and dirty. We were meant to be blunt instruments to throw where the fighting was fiercest. Instead, the war just came to a screeching halt. The war broke thousands with abilities like mine on both sides. Many of us fresh trainees couldn't handle the strain of the training or the allure of our abilities' power. I spent the next decade hunting those like me who went insane. That expertise ensured that for the fifty years after that, I would be one of the experts in dealing with adepts who went rogue." I chuckled bitterly. "And here we are, a hundred years later, and I am still stuck dealing with the same shit. Doom, in particular, has a toxic combination of skill, dedication, and arrogance that might let him go far. At the same time, those traits make him that much more likely to let the power go on to the deep end."
"Tony, are you sure you aren't talking about yourself as well?"
"In some regards, I was no different. I walked into it with wide-open eyes, thinking I knew what I was getting into."
"That wasn't the case, was it?"
I looked at my coffee cup and willed it to rise in between us.
"It's one thing to read about these abilities, to know the dangers associated and the price you might have to pay for power. It's completely different to experience and feel your power changing you. You need the right mindset to master this power fully, and the closer you get to doing so, the more your power influences you in return to becoming perfect-wielded. It's a part of nature. It doesn't care about such inconsequential things as human morals or restrictions. You can lose yourself if you aren't careful, vigilant, and lucky enough. Your morals, restrictions and much of what makes you the person you are instead of a dark reflection can easily blur and stop matter. That was what trainers encouraged as long as we remained loyal. It made for better, ruthless weapons. The kind of weapons that would fight to the bitter end because defeat would mean annihilation."
I slowly lowered the cup until it was back on the table.
"That doesn't sound like something particularly nice people would do." Natasha pointed out.
"It was a near-total war for the control of the galaxy. A thousand years earlier, the 'good guys' did their best to exterminate my kind because we were a credible threat to their galactic hegemony. Of course, they wrote history books and painted us as evil incarnate. When we returned to the galaxy at large after rebuilding, many became precisely what the enemy accused us of being in a bid for vengeance…." I shook my head. "But that's ancient history." I drank some more of my lukewarm coffee. "The issue with those five is that they now have access to too much power without the training and experience to handle it. We control it with our minds, and emotions matter. Without sufficient experience and training, using emotions to get in the mindset to manipulate energy more effectively can be a useful shortcut."
"They already have abilities." Natasha thought aloud. "Emotional outbursts aren't just helping them use them."
"Whatever happened gave them extreme affinity in a narrow discipline." I elaborated. "Yet, they can't control it properly. When their emotions spike, when they have outbursts, incidents happen."
"So they need the training to be safe for themselves and others."
"Our power doesn't come with a fail-safe built in. As I said, it is the manipulation of energy. A failure might be frustrating and tiring, depending on what you're doing. It could also be fatal. Storm should be all right if all she got were the ability to become invisible. The only danger there is if she runs into traffic or something. With telekinesis and lack of control, Richard's a problem."
"Richards can be a menace." Romanoff agreed. "Agent Grimm?"
"He's likely the safest to others of the bunch. Depending on how he gets tougher, he might be completely safe to himself as well, or he might kill himself."
"How so?"
"There's a technique that could make us nearly invincible for a brief time. However, it's not just fuelled by the energy we're manipulating. It draws all the energy within our cells to protect us on all levels. Using it literally drains the life out of us and, if maintained for too long or used too often, can kill us. It's hard to achieve in the first place and harder to master. The same goes for what each of them is doing. Storm's brother? That ability is practically legendary for how rare it is."
"Doom managed to partially fry his hands when his temper got the best of him." Natasha finished. "Agent Storm is a fire hazard to himself and everyone around."
"Thus his minders."
"What are your recommendations, Tony? Will you try to handle them more softly?"
"First, separate Richards from the others. They blame him for what happened, and with a good reason. That's an explosive mixture we don't need on top of everything else."
"After seeing them interact in person, I will gladly back this recommendation," Natasha spoke firmly.
"You should be able to initially handle your two Agents by making certain types of training mandatory while keeping them under observation for medical and security reasons. Storm, the younger, should get through his head that an outburst can severely injure a bystander without him meaning it or having control over it."
"The kid's a young firebrand." Natasha chuckled. "I pity whoever has to corral him."
"The two lovebirds are going to be an issue. Storm might be the only thing that keeps Doom from eventually letting his power control him. Arrogance like his, or like what mine was without extensive training and experience, are toxic and extremely dangerous when combined with our kind of power manipulation."
"She would be what, his emotional anchor?" Natasha asked.
"Perhaps his conscience too. It can work."
"You sound like you're talking from experience."
"I do. Please arrange that Storm and Doom get something to keep them calm, then bring them so we can talk without Richards edging them on. We need to figure out an acceptable compromise."
Phase 6: Fantastic headaches
=SI=
Part 3
=SI=
=SI=
Part 3
=SI=
Disney and Stark Industries are competing in negotiations to buy Lucas Films and the rights over the Star Wars franchise!
Financial Times
=SI=
SHIELD facility White
location classified
"Mr. Stark, was this the best way to approach the situation? It was certainly amusing to watch, however…." Romanoff trailed off and looked pointedly at me.
We were in a nearby mess hall, where she dragged me to after I had stormed out of the medbay. We sat nursing coffees at one of the tables while the security gave us some space to talk.
"Those idiots brought back some memories. It doesn't help that I've got a bit of history with Doom. Pepper has been doing her best to ensure we wouldn't run into each other for years now for a reason."
After becoming Tony Stark, I thought I'd left this kind of kriffing shit behind me.
"Do you care to elaborate, Tony?" Romanoff prodded.
"No, 'Mr. Stark'?"
"It doesn't seem appropriate right now." Natasha's lips rose into a ghost of a smile.
"I spent the first ten years after receiving basic training in how to utilize my abilities, hunting down people like me who went rogue. Many of them were the same bastards I used to train with. I was unfortunate enough to get my training at a time two galactic powers fought to a standstill. Both sides needed warm bodies to throw into the fire to break the stalemate in a desperate bid to win the war. Instead, mutual exhaustion forced our governments to sign a bitter cease-fire." I sipped my coffee while memories that had no reason to feel so fresh flashed in front of my mind.
"The training wasn't all it was cracked up to be, was it?" Natasha asked shrewdly.
"It was quick and dirty. We were meant to be blunt instruments to throw where the fighting was fiercest. Instead, the war just came to a screeching halt. The war broke thousands with abilities like mine on both sides. Many of us fresh trainees couldn't handle the strain of the training or the allure of our abilities' power. I spent the next decade hunting those like me who went insane. That expertise ensured that for the fifty years after that, I would be one of the experts in dealing with adepts who went rogue." I chuckled bitterly. "And here we are, a hundred years later, and I am still stuck dealing with the same shit. Doom, in particular, has a toxic combination of skill, dedication, and arrogance that might let him go far. At the same time, those traits make him that much more likely to let the power go on to the deep end."
"Tony, are you sure you aren't talking about yourself as well?"
"In some regards, I was no different. I walked into it with wide-open eyes, thinking I knew what I was getting into."
"That wasn't the case, was it?"
I looked at my coffee cup and willed it to rise in between us.
"It's one thing to read about these abilities, to know the dangers associated and the price you might have to pay for power. It's completely different to experience and feel your power changing you. You need the right mindset to master this power fully, and the closer you get to doing so, the more your power influences you in return to becoming perfect-wielded. It's a part of nature. It doesn't care about such inconsequential things as human morals or restrictions. You can lose yourself if you aren't careful, vigilant, and lucky enough. Your morals, restrictions and much of what makes you the person you are instead of a dark reflection can easily blur and stop matter. That was what trainers encouraged as long as we remained loyal. It made for better, ruthless weapons. The kind of weapons that would fight to the bitter end because defeat would mean annihilation."
I slowly lowered the cup until it was back on the table.
"That doesn't sound like something particularly nice people would do." Natasha pointed out.
"It was a near-total war for the control of the galaxy. A thousand years earlier, the 'good guys' did their best to exterminate my kind because we were a credible threat to their galactic hegemony. Of course, they wrote history books and painted us as evil incarnate. When we returned to the galaxy at large after rebuilding, many became precisely what the enemy accused us of being in a bid for vengeance…." I shook my head. "But that's ancient history." I drank some more of my lukewarm coffee. "The issue with those five is that they now have access to too much power without the training and experience to handle it. We control it with our minds, and emotions matter. Without sufficient experience and training, using emotions to get in the mindset to manipulate energy more effectively can be a useful shortcut."
"They already have abilities." Natasha thought aloud. "Emotional outbursts aren't just helping them use them."
"Whatever happened gave them extreme affinity in a narrow discipline." I elaborated. "Yet, they can't control it properly. When their emotions spike, when they have outbursts, incidents happen."
"So they need the training to be safe for themselves and others."
"Our power doesn't come with a fail-safe built in. As I said, it is the manipulation of energy. A failure might be frustrating and tiring, depending on what you're doing. It could also be fatal. Storm should be all right if all she got were the ability to become invisible. The only danger there is if she runs into traffic or something. With telekinesis and lack of control, Richard's a problem."
"Richards can be a menace." Romanoff agreed. "Agent Grimm?"
"He's likely the safest to others of the bunch. Depending on how he gets tougher, he might be completely safe to himself as well, or he might kill himself."
"How so?"
"There's a technique that could make us nearly invincible for a brief time. However, it's not just fuelled by the energy we're manipulating. It draws all the energy within our cells to protect us on all levels. Using it literally drains the life out of us and, if maintained for too long or used too often, can kill us. It's hard to achieve in the first place and harder to master. The same goes for what each of them is doing. Storm's brother? That ability is practically legendary for how rare it is."
"Doom managed to partially fry his hands when his temper got the best of him." Natasha finished. "Agent Storm is a fire hazard to himself and everyone around."
"Thus his minders."
"What are your recommendations, Tony? Will you try to handle them more softly?"
"First, separate Richards from the others. They blame him for what happened, and with a good reason. That's an explosive mixture we don't need on top of everything else."
"After seeing them interact in person, I will gladly back this recommendation," Natasha spoke firmly.
"You should be able to initially handle your two Agents by making certain types of training mandatory while keeping them under observation for medical and security reasons. Storm, the younger, should get through his head that an outburst can severely injure a bystander without him meaning it or having control over it."
"The kid's a young firebrand." Natasha chuckled. "I pity whoever has to corral him."
"The two lovebirds are going to be an issue. Storm might be the only thing that keeps Doom from eventually letting his power control him. Arrogance like his, or like what mine was without extensive training and experience, are toxic and extremely dangerous when combined with our kind of power manipulation."
"She would be what, his emotional anchor?" Natasha asked.
"Perhaps his conscience too. It can work."
"You sound like you're talking from experience."
"I do. Please arrange that Storm and Doom get something to keep them calm, then bring them so we can talk without Richards edging them on. We need to figure out an acceptable compromise."
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Furious Fury: Where is that report I asked for three days ago?!
Analyst: I'm sorry sir but when I input the known factors and the terms Stark's been using into the computer, I keep getting redirected to Star Wars fan sites.
Analyst: I'm sorry sir but when I input the known factors and the terms Stark's been using into the computer, I keep getting redirected to Star Wars fan sites.
- Location
- Poland
remove the comma
Putting Mr. Stark into a braket like this 'Mr. Stark' will carry the intention across better.
Remove the comma
extreme
emotions
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
screw disney, Stark industries will make starwars great again!
this time with actual historical context of what happened, heck he might even show his own "personal" history of dealing with shit so the sith empire isnt just the "Bad Guys Being Bad" because of the whole shebang of the republic exterminating the sith species, oh i understand the danger of the darkside, but im pretty sure out of the bunch there were some lightside sith and such.
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Flag, Susan dies and Doom goes off the deep end.