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Three weeks after Apocalypse.
Carol Danvers crashed through the first wall of the Tesseract facility like a comet, leaving a shower of debris in her wake. The impact shook the entire structure, setting off alarms that blared frantically, filling the air with high-pitched urgency. Lights flickered and pulsed red as the facility went into full lockdown, and a chorus of panicked shouts echoed down the corridors.
The place was a labyrinth of concrete and steel sunk deep into the ground, clearly designed to withstand any assault short of an all-out war. But Carol moved through it with a terrifying ease, her glowing fists tearing through reinforced walls, floors and barriers as if they were made of paper. She made a conscious effort to avoid the load-bearing supports, her senses easily guiding her around them as she tore a path straight toward the heart of the facility where she knew the Tesseract was kept.
Fury had already infiltrated, it was on his signal that she'd finally struck. She wasn't enthused about this, but she didn't think Fury was lying about the current state of SHIELD, and leaving them the Tesseract was probably a bad idea. Almost as bad of an idea as letting Fury have it…
Earth really wasn't like the good old days anymore, she lamented. At least this Hammer seemed to be doing a decent job cleaning it all up… Not that she bothered arguing the fact with Fury. One last favor, that was all she could stomach in all of this. Then she'd wash her hands of the whole thing.
As she continued on, the walls crumbled beneath her flight, doors melted under the heat of her energy blasts, and entire sections of the facility were rendered unrecognizable as she barreled through, a living battering ram of sheer, unstoppable power. Security personnel scattered before her, their shouted commands and hurried attempts to contain the situation drowned out by the cacophony of alarms and the relentless roar of her destruction.
She had no reason to harm them, couldn't separate the innocent from the guilty, so she simply sped straight through.
"Contain her! All units, converge on the target!" a voice bellowed over the intercom, but it was clear that no one knew what to do. Carol's pace didn't falter as she continued her advance, blasting through another floor with a brilliant explosion of light that momentarily illuminated a large section of the facility.
She floated through the smoke and dust, only to find herself facing the business end of a tank shell, the massive projectile rocketing toward her face with deadly precision. There was a split second of stunned silence as everyone held their breath.
Then the shell slammed into her, and the explosion rocked the room, fire and shrapnel erupting outward in a deafening blast. When the smoke cleared, Carol stood in the same spot, her hand resting casually on her hip, not a scratch on her. She cocked an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.
"Bit presumptive to shoot such a big load on my face so early," She quipped, brushing some imaginary dust off her shoulder. "We've just met."
The two armored figures standing before her exchanged a glance, their surprise evident even through the mechanical visors. One was hanging from the ceiling, wings flared out wide, while the other crouched low, a massive stinger-like tail arched menacingly over its head.
"Okay, I like her," Said the one hanging from the ceiling, his voice crackling through the armor's speakers.
Carol put a finger to her lips, feigning coyness. "Please be gentle," She purred mockingly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I haven't been double-teamed in a while." The grin on her face undercut any pretense of coyness, her whole demeanor radiating pure, unfiltered confidence.
This whole visit to Earth had been horrible, so she might be feeling a mite playful now that she had opposition that might last a round or two.
The man in the Scorpion-like armor hesitated for only a moment before a dry, gravelly voice murmured through his speakers. "Rumlow, stay on task."
Rumlow, the man inside the armor hanging off the ceiling, just laughed, the sound crackling over the comms. "Okay, scratch that. I love her. No one told me she was fun!"
The words were barely out of his mouth before both armors unleashed a barrage of firepower without hesitation. Missiles streaked toward Carol, a veritable storm of munitions, while energy beams and bullets ripped through the air. The room erupted into chaos, flashes of light and the roar of weapons fire filling the confined space.
At the same time from around the corner, came the rapid thud of heavy boots on metal. Carol saw another figure appear, this one clad in a suit reminiscent of Captain America's, but with a gleaming metal arm. In his hands was some sort of grenade launcher glowing , already primed and aimed directly at her.
He fired a dozen grenades, the launcher's mechanism spinning with ruthless efficiency. The room filled with smoke and gas, chemical compounds designed to impair and disorient clouding the air around her, even as some sort of foam expanded all the way down the corridor from a grenade.
She had to give them props for coordination as she also heard a distinct whine from behind her. As she casually slapped away a few missiles, uncaring of the explosions, thankful even, as it cleared up some of the chemical gas she was ignoring, she turned to see a figure clad in sleek, silver colored armor step into view, twin whips of crackling energy whips snapping through the air toward her.
Carol laughed, a sound full of amusement as she dodged the whips with casual grace. "Four on one is a bit much for a first date, boys," She called out, her tone light and mocking. "But, hey, at least you're putting in the effort."
As amusing as it was, she probably should get going instead of going a proper round with these boys, her body glowed with an intense blue aura as she zipped through the projectiles with breathtaking speed. The explosions bloomed around her in a spectacular display of pyrotechnics, but nothing came close to harming her - she avoided the energy blasts, just in case, tanking the missiles and grenades instead. She darted forward, her fist crackling with energy as she slammed it into the Scorpion armor's legs. The building crumbling around them from all the munitions going off.
The impact was like a thunderclap, the metal legs crumpling beneath her blow. The armor's massive frame toppled sideways, crashing into the wall with a deafening thud. Carol didn't stop, her eyes locked on the Vulture armor still hanging from the ceiling.
"Maybe buy me a drink first, next time?" She quipped as she shot upward, her fists driving through the armor's wings, ruining them, before slapping the armor with a force that sent it smashing into the ceiling. There was a metallic crunch as the armor was pinned inside the reinforced surface, the whole suit lodged awkwardly in the twisted wreckage.
With a casual twirl, she dodged the beam of crackling energy from the armor with the whips, firing her own energy blast back that put it on its ass. She lifted a finger gun to her lips and tauntingly blew away imaginary smoke.
She touched down lightly back onto the ground, not even winded, and glanced around the room, surveying the wreckage she'd left in her wake. Alarms continued to blare, but the immediate threat seemed neutralized - at least for the moment. The weird man with the Captain America shield not firing at her for the moment, staring at her warily, tapping at his ear insistently.
Carol smirked smugly, courtesy of some tech she'd cobbled together with Kree origin, no communication was getting out of the facility, she winked at the man. She then spun away, her path carrying her straight toward the Tesseract room. Behind her, the soldier cursed, his voice lost in the chaos of the crumbling building, even as the armor she'd knocked down surged up again and shot forward, the energy whips slicing through the air in a desperate attempt to entangle her.
But Carol was already gone, her body a glowing blur as she flew past the last few corridors before she smashed through the final barrier, the reinforced door shattering under her momentum. She skidded to a stop inside the chamber, her eyes locking onto the glowing blue cube hovering in its containment field at the center of the room.
Around her, SHIELD agents lay sprawled on the floor, groaning and clutching various injuries. And standing in the middle of it all, his coat still somehow immaculate despite the destruction, was Nick Fury. He glanced at her, his expression unreadable as he looked from her to the Tesseract.
"Had fun?" He asked dryly.
Carol chuckled, though there was a hint of melancholy in her voice. "In another time, I would've taken those boys out for a drink," She said, nodding back toward where she came from. "But I suppose things are as they are."
Fury grunted, his gaze shifting back to the Tesseract. "They won't be down for long. You said you know how to utilize this?"
She sighed, stepping forward and reaching out. Her hands glowed with energy as she grabbed the containment unit and ripped it apart like it was nothing more than flimsy packaging. The Tesseract glowed brighter, a pulse of raw, cosmic power radiating through the room as she held it in her hands.
"I've learned a lot of things over the years, Nick," She said quietly, her voice firm. "So yes, I know how to use it. And no, you're not keeping it." She added.
Fury bristled, his expression tightening. "Danvers, we had a deal."
Carol's gaze hardened, her grip on the Tesseract tightening as it hummed softly in her hands. "I'll get you to the Ravagers, but this," She said, gesturing to the cube, "Does not stay in your hands, Nick."
She was not comfortable giving the Ravagers something of this power. Or Fury. Revenge driven quests were bad enough without adding cosmic powers to them.
She looked around the room, her eyes lingering on the fallen agents and the wreckage of the facility. There was a weariness in her posture, a heaviness that hadn't been there before. "I've done enough dirty work for you," She murmured, more to herself than to him. "This is my price."
Fury's jaw clenched, his frustration evident, but he nodded stiffly. "Fine," He bit out, the words heavy with resignation. "Not like I can stop you."
Carol smirked, her expression prideful as she looked back at him. "No, you can't."
Just then, the door to the chamber burst open, and the armor using whips and energy blasts stormed in, its energy whips crackling menacingly. Behind him, the soldier with the metal arm, charged in, already firing one of those foam grenades.
Before they could react, Carol closed her eyes, focusing on the Tesseract's energy. A brilliant blue glow enveloped her, and with a sound like a distant thunderclap, a vortex of shimmering light erupted from the cube, swallowing her and Fury in an instant.
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Hammerhaven,
The soft glow of ambient lighting cast a golden hue over the lavish bedroom in Justin's Mansion, the spacious chamber was of course filled to the brim with opulence to Justin's tastes. A vast floor-to-ceiling window ran along one side, though it was currently obscured by thick, automated curtains. The room was a perfect mix of high-tech and comfort, with plush furnishings that cost more than the average workers yearly income.
The bed itself was a massive structure draped in silk sheets and a comforter that seemed to envelop the body in a cocoon of warmth. It had been specifically designed to allow for several people to sleep in comfort together.
At that moment, Justin laid sprawled amidst this opulence, his muscular frame barely covered by the sheets. His body, honed and enhanced by the very technologies he had pioneered, glistened with a faint sheen of sweat from the night's celebration. Even in sleep, his face retained an expression of determination, the faintest frown creasing his brow. He shifted slightly, his hand moving instinctively, seeking the warmth of Yelena beside him. His mental implants pinged with an urgent request moments later from Nail, his eyes opening as he shifted in bed.
The motion was small, but it was enough to rouse Yelena from her own slumber. Her training kicked in instantly, her eyes snapping open without the slightest hint of grogginess. She was on alert immediately, her body tensing as if ready for combat, despite having been sound asleep only seconds before. Sitting up smoothly, she glanced around, her sharp gaze taking in the room's details even as she reached out to gently touch Justin's shoulder.
"Nail," Justin muttered, his voice gravelly with sleep but tinged with command as his mind woke up and started crafting worst case scenarios. "Report."
He didn't need to ask if it was important, the AI wouldn't have awakened him if it wasn't. Justin didn't really require much sleep anymore, but when he did rest, interruptions were rare - and only for matters of critical importance. If Nail had disturbed his downtime, it meant something significant had happened. He sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist as he rubbed his eyes, the weariness fading quickly as his sharp mind engaged.
"Sir, the Tesseract facility was just hit," Nail reported, her voice calm but with a noticeable undercurrent of urgency. "By Miss Danvers."
The words cut through the haze of sleep like a knife. Justin's eyes snapped open fully, the last remnants of drowsiness evaporating in an instant. He cursed under his breath, the tension in his body palpable. "Dammit." His tone was laced with both frustration and resignation as he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
Yelena was already out of bed, moving with the fluid grace of a predator. Her blonde hair, tousled from sleep, framed a face that was now sharp with focus. Without a word, she strode to a console embedded in the wall and activated it with a touch. Her eyes began to glow faintly, an effect of her direct neural link to Hammer Industries' systems, as streams of data and security feeds flowed directly into her consciousness, even as she utilized the console to start sending out messages.
"She made it out, didn't she?" Justin growled, his hands gripping the edge of the bed tightly. It had been days since either Nick Fury or Carol Danvers had shown any sign of activity. The Tesseract had been one of the few places Justin had thought they might target, since they hadn't left the planet by normal means. He had made sure to bolster its defenses, even collaborating with Alexander Pierce to secure the facility. And now, this.
"Why didn't they call me?" He demanded, his frustration seeping into every word. First, Sinister had completely slipped through their fingers, and now this. It felt like he was constantly one step behind all of a sudden despite all his advantages, and the feeling was beginning to grate on him.
Nail's voice, usually smooth and collected, now held a rare note of irritation. "Sir, some sort of tech completely alien to me infiltrated the system of the facility. It overlaid the sensors and cameras, disrupted our communications and even spoofed the view over the facility fooling the satellite feed. As far as I was aware, the facility was quiet. No alerts, no calls for help. Not a sign of anything odd until the alien tech self-destructed as Danvers and Fury left, using the Tesseract."
Justin cursed again, the sound low and vicious. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to process the implications. Carol hadn't bothered with subtlety then, she had blasted her way through his security team, making a beeline for the Tesseract. There was no subtlety needed for Captain Marvel - she was a hammer, smashing everything in her path.
He couldn't entirely blame his team for not being able to stop her. Carol Danvers was absurdly powerful and dangerously fast. The combined strength of H.A.M.M.E.R wasn't enough to even slow her down, not when she was determined. If he had been there, with the Power Stone in hand, it might have been a different story. But he hadn't wanted a confrontation, not if he could avoid it.
Perhaps he should have just gotten over his instinctive distaste at the idea of controlling two infinity stones and grabbed it himself, but he was still leery of such, Thanos wasn't the only one in the universe that would find that a tantalizing target…
"We've lost the Tesseract," Justin said, his voice rough with barely suppressed fury despite it all. He glanced at Yelena, who was now fully immersed in the security feeds, her eyes glowing a brilliant blue. "And now they're gone, at least Danvers didn't go after us..."
Yelena's fingers flew over the console's interface, and she began to relay the data. "Confirmed. She tore through the perimeter, neutralized the guard teams by sheer speed and by collapsing the building in ways that made it impossible for them to follow. Cameras show... Well, it looked like a warzone in there. The team fought hard, but..."
Her voice trailed off as she reviewed the footage, her jaw tightening. Justin knew what she was frustrated about, he shared the same frustration after all. His operatives are some of the best, enhanced and equipped with the latest HammerTech armor. But they hadn't stood a chance against Captain Marvel's raw power. Not without him there to tip the scales with an infinity stone.
He let out a breath, the sound more like a snarl. "I suspected they'd go for the Tesseract eventually. I thought we'd be ready to at least capture Fury. Why the hell didn't the fail-safe work? It wasn't even connected to the facility?" He felt like he was grasping at straws, searching for any explanation that made sense.
If they could have called him, he could have perhaps delayed Danvers enough that his team could capture Fury, or at the very least portal away the Tesseract. They'd done the best they could to make it into a trap that wasn't obvious enough that Fury would refuse to enter. If they'd only been able to call him!
With Kaecillius still maintaining the mirror dimension prison that currently held Magneto, and Electro… He wasn't available, so Justin had been ready at a moment's notice for days, to portal in.
Nail's holographic avatar materialized in the corner of the room, a translucent figure of a red-headed woman with a depressed gaze. "The fail-safe triggered as planned, sir, but the alien tech hacked and overrode it immediately. It was an impressive piece of equipment, sir. Not something I've encountered before. I apologize, but the infiltration was... Nearly perfect."
Justin waved the apology away, though his teeth were clenched. "It's a lesson. We'll learn from it. Get the team back, have Forge assess the damage and see if there's any way to improve the armors, see if he can go over whatever's left of the tech."
This just made the deal with Asgard more necessary, they needed to know what was available out there technology wise, to either buy, trade, or replicate.
Yelena's eyes flickered back to normal as she turned to face him. Her expression was grim but focused, already thinking ahead. "We need to recalibrate our protocols considering the alien threats like the Skrulls. If they also have that kind of tech, they'll use it. We should expect more issues going forward like this."
"Agreed," Justin said, his voice tight. He was already thinking about what this meant for his overall strategy. The Tesseract was gone, likely in Fury's hands, and that was a problem. He didn't have the time or resources to go hunting for it right now - not with everything else on his plate. He could perhaps drop a hint to Asgard, perhaps Odin would want his shiny rock back.
It also somewhat amused him to imagine Odin going after Fury, two ornery one eyed bastards could have each other.
"And what of SHIELD, sir?" Nail asked, her digital form crossing her arms as she regarded Justin with a slight pout, her expression still downtrodden.
Justin scoffed, "Tell Pierce I'll see him at the summit. Finding his shiny blue rock isn't my problem." It's not something I can do anything about, I don't know where they would take it… His voice dripped with irritation. The Tesseract being in Danvers' hands was bad enough, but having Fury back in the game with it was worse. The thought of that kind of power out in space, potentially within reach of Thanos, made his skin crawl. He hoped Danvers would at least have the sense not to play right into the Mad Titan's hands.
If they started playing around with it, Thanos might have access to traveling through space way too soon…
Dammit, I should have just grabbed the thing myself… no matter my own feelings, or the Ancient One's warnings… He thought, before he discarded it, whining was a pointless endeavor, it happened, he had to move on…
Nail nodded, her form flickering as she processed his instructions. "Understood, sir. I'll recall the team and begin repairs immediately."
Justin sat back on the edge of the bed, running his hands over his face. He was trying to keep his thoughts organized, but the situation was spiraling faster than he could manage. First Sinister, now this.
At least the situation in Europe and elsewhere was slowly brewing exactly as he wanted. The EU was already folding, negotiations were underway that would not only allow him back in, but give Hammer Industries representation in all of their governments. From there, it wasn't too big of a step to start moving towards subsuming them, one law passed at a time…
The African Union had already signed on to the same thing, the past few weeks showing them more than ever that they were instrinctly tied to him and his rise. They were even further in his pocket, the few dictatorships on the continent already quietly subsumed and fully ruled by a representative from his company.
The big picture was promising, but these little setbacks were irritating, as they could quickly grow to major annoyances.
"Goddammit," He hissed. He was used to fighting opponents who were powerful, but lacked the cosmic scale of power of a being like Apocalypse or Thanos, or those of that ilk. With Captain Marvel not being far below. He'd need to adapt.
Magneto, Selene, even Loki - they were all capable of reaching it, but for different reasons weren't, so he'd not needed to fully face such power from his enemies until Apocalypse. Now apparently he was beginning to deal with forces that were exponentially more dangerous. He'd have to start experimenting with the Power Stone, and hurry up his divinity if he could - the domains still settling - but he felt a pressure that indicated they were coming.
How naive he had been, thinking he could change the world without getting his hands dirty personally. There had been a time, not so long ago, when he had believed he could manipulate events from the shadows, letting others do the heavy lifting while he reaped the rewards. Now he was facing beings like Hela and Danvers, beings whose very presence warped the power scale around them. And it was only going to get worse.
Yelena returned to his side, her movements graceful as she swayed her hips. She slid back onto the bed beside him, her body radiating warmth and strength. She glanced at him, her expression serious. "We'll get it back, sir," She said softly, her voice a mix of determination and reassurance. "They caught us off guard this time with that tech, but we'll be ready next time, let's get you relaxed again..."
Justin let out a huff, leaning back against the plush headboard. His eyes scanned the ceiling as if seeking answers there. "I'm not going back to sleep, Yelena."
They'd been enjoying their night before this as a little celebration, since Yelena had caught Ross without a fuss the other day. Pentagon security really was not enough compared to his own.
He was stewing waiting for interrogation… Justin could hardly wait.
Since he was awake anyway… Perhaps..
Reading his mind, a playful smirk spread across Yelena's lips as she leaned in closer, her eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "Wasn't suggesting sleep, sir..."
He huffed out a laugh, she knew exactly what she was doing with saying sir in that manner.
The woman had no problem calling him Justin, but when she wanted to either put on a show for others… Or when she wanted to play, it was suddenly sir.
Well… Ross could wait.
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Some time later, Hammerhaven.
They moved deep within a fortified sub-level, going towards the most dimly lit and cramped interrogation room Yelena had been able to find. Their guest was not deserving of first class internment after all. The walls were heavily reinforced with layers of advanced alloys and soundproofing to stop even a super soldier, and inside was one lone figure, strapped to an upright bench, his limbs bound and his head forced into a rigid, upright position.
General Thaddeus 'Thunderbolt' Ross glared defiantly at his captors, his eyes blazing with fury as the door slid open with a soft hiss. Justin strolled in, flanked by his entourage. Yelena and Domino. Behind them, Dr. Helen Cho entered, her eyes gleaming with a curious, almost eager light as she glanced around at the various instruments and devices neatly arrayed on a nearby table.
After Sinister's interrogation had been a bust, she'd been begging for another chance to make herself useful, continuing to tinker with different expressions of Extremis.
By the time Justin would be ready to uplift all of humanity, he had no doubt Extremis would be hereditary and a part of the DNA of humankind, with how both Hansen and Cho still obsessed over it.
Ross, bound to the upright interrogation bench, struggled against his restraints, his military uniform disheveled and his face contorted with anger. As Justin approached, a mocking smile on his lips, Ross's voice erupted in a furious tirade. "You damn traitor! You piece of scum! I always knew you were rotten, Hammer! You think you can get away with this?"
Justin clicked his tongue, stepping closer and smoothing down the General's rumpled tie with an air of practiced condescension. "Traitor?" He repeated, his tone dripping with mock innocence. "Oh, General, how could I possibly be a traitor when the only one I've ever been loyal to is… Well, me?" He flashed a dark grin, the corners of his mouth curling with satisfaction as he watched Ross seethe.
There was just something so satisfying with seeing the general with an overinflated ego brought low like this. Justin had been wanting to do this for years. He just hadn't had a good enough reason until now.
"You always were a bad egg, Hammer," Ross spat, his face growing redder with each passing second. "A slimy, arrogant, self-serving bastard who thinks he's smarter than everyone else. Your company is a joke, your so-called genius nothing but smoke and mirrors. You don't have the balls to stand toe-to-toe with real men, real leaders. You're just a -"
"Careful, General," Justin interrupted, his voice silky and calm, though his eyes held a warning gleam. "You're going to hurt my feelings."
Justin was probably enjoying this too much, but with the frustrations of Sinister, Fury, dealing with Pierce throwing a tantrum, and Hela's… Everything. It was nice to take out his frustrations in a way that hurt absolutely no one.
Ross really didn't count.
Ross sneered, undeterred, his words pouring out like venom. "Feelings? You? Don't make me laugh. I've known men like you my whole life - silver-tongued, spineless worms who think they can buy and bully their way to the top. You're a disgrace, a pathetic excuse for a -"
"I think that's enough, don't you?" Justin cut in smoothly, though his tone was still infuriatingly calm. Really, at least I can say the man isn't a coward in any manner... He tilted his head, regarding Ross with a mix of amusement and pity. "I'm curious, General. Purely for my own amusement of course… Did you really send Rhodes to his death because it was necessary? Or was it just a way to stick it to Stark?"
Ross's lip curled in a snarl, but there was a flicker of something darker in his eyes - something that almost looked like pride. "Oh, I won't lie, Hammer. Sending that son of a bitch to his death was the best decision I've made in years. Stark needed to be reminded that there's a price for getting in my way."
Huh, he's a good actor, from what Nail showed me of his confrontation with Stark, I wouldn't have been able to tell. Which is one of the reasons he'd asked. The other reason… Well…
Justin hummed thoughtfully in the end, his expression contemplative. "I see," he murmured, almost to himself. "So, it was a bit of both then. Military necessity with a side of personal vendetta. Classic Ross." He straightened, his gaze sharpening as he locked eyes with the General. "And what about now? Are you still proud of it, knowing where it's landed you?"
Ross sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat, you arrogant prick. You think I'm scared of you? You're nothing but a snake hiding behind your little toys and your women."
Justin raised an eyebrow, a bemused smile playing at his lips. "My women?" He repeated, glancing to the side where Yelena and Domino stood, both watching the exchange with cool, detached expressions. "Tell me, General, is this some sort of… Issue you have? Or have you always been this charming? You really shouldn't look down on me like this…"
Ross strained against his bonds, his voice rising in a near-shout. "You're not man enough to do what needs to be done, Hammer! You're just a coward hiding behind these bitches because you know you don't have what it takes!"
Yelena's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in her icy gaze, but before she could move, Helen spoke up, her voice high and eager as she clutched a syringe in one hand, the needle glinting under the dim overhead lights. "Master, can I shut him up, please? Just for a little while?" She pleaded, a twisted smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Justin shook his head slightly, holding up a hand. "No, my dear," He said softly, his eyes never leaving Ross's flushed, furious face. "We want him to talk, after all."
Ross let out a harsh, barking laugh, his voice thick with disdain. "You're delusional if you think I'll talk. You don't have the guts to make me. You don't have what it takes, Hammer." His jaw flexed as if he tried to bite down on something.
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Justin just watched in amusement as the General came to the realization his secret cyanide pill hidden in a false tooth wasn't there anymore. Justin sighed, adjusting the cufflinks on his immaculate suit with a thoughtful expression. "Maybe I do," He admitted lightly, his voice almost casual. "Maybe I don't."
He stepped back, making a slight gesture with his hand. Instantly, Yelena stepped forward, her face a mask of cold determination, while Helen giggled excitedly, practically skipping to the bench with a syringe in each hand, her eyes alight with the manic glee of SCIENCE!
"But that's what I have them for," Justin continued, his smile widening as he watched Ross's bravado falter ever so slightly. "I'd been saving this for Sinister, but it doesn't hurt to have a test subject before we move on to the main event." Yes, you're not the main event, Ross, I hope it stings…
He moved to the back of the room, his shoes clicking softly against the floor as he dragged a metal chair across the floor with a grating screech. He positioned it directly in front of Ross, turning it around and sitting down with his arms draped casually over the backrest, his eyes gleaming with a cruel, calculating light.
"Entertain me, Ross," He said softly, his voice almost purring with anticipation. "Last longer than half an hour, please."
His glasses gleamed with the reflection of the agony before him, as Yelena and Helen got to work.
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Shorter than you'd think later,
General Ross hung limply in his restraints, unconscious and barely breathing after the ordeal. A deluge of sweat glistened on his forehead, his face a mask of pain and exhaustion. The bench he was strapped to was still slightly damp from his blood and sweat, a reminder of the intensity of Helen and Yelena's work.
Justin stood off to the side, his sharp eyes surveying the scene with a thoughtful expression. His hands were clasped behind his back, his demeanor cool and composed. He turned his gaze away from Ross and toward his team, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Some of the news was surprising, and maybe less than ideal, but there was some pleasure in a job well done. His fury was kept on a low simmer as he focused on the nicer parts first.
"Yelena," He said idly, his tone almost casual as if he were discussing the weather, "Make sure to work with Nail and use all the codes we extracted to take over his little clandestine operations. I want their cash, equipment, manpower - all of it. Keep them moving under the assumption they're still working for Ross. Deniable assets like that will come in handy in the coming days."
Especially as Ross wasn't quite dead yet, which would allow him to use their own captive Skrull to take over his visage, to play as his little spy, solely to then be caught and sadly killed while apprehended, further setting ablaze the hunt for aliens, and furthering the support for Hammer industries.
Yelena nodded, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. "Yes, sir," She chirped, a bounce in her step as she moved over to one of the control panels in the corner of the room. Her fingers flew over the keys, accessing the hidden databases and communication networks Ross had controlled, Nail feeding them to her. Justin watched her work, noting the almost gleeful energy in her movements.
He chuckled softly, amused. She was in an exceptionally good mood, and he could guess why. The opportunity to bring down a man like Ross, to strip him of his power and influence, had been a satisfying task for all of them, but Yelena seemed to be relishing it more than most.
She didn't take anyone disparaging him very well.
Turning his attention to the diminutive figure standing next to him, Justin reached out and gently lifted Helen Cho's chin, bringing her eyes up to meet his. Her pupils were dilated, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted slightly as she gazed up at him, clearly still riding the high of the SCIENCE, as well as his clear approval.
"You did well, Helen," He murmured, his voice low and warm as he leaned in and brushed his lips softly against hers. Helen's eyes fluttered closed, her breath hitching as she leaned into the kiss, a soft, almost dreamy hum escaping her throat. When he pulled back, she swayed slightly, her hands still raised as if to reach for him.
She was too easy to reward, really.
The small Korean woman practically floated on the spot, her eyes wide and dazed as she continued to move her lips long after he'd disengaged. "Good job," He told her, his tone filled with genuine approval. "The interrogation serum works wonders. I've never seen a man in such pain."
Helen's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she stammered out a shy, almost embarrassed, "T-thank y-you, Master." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and she looked down at her hands, clearly still caught up in the aftereffects of his praise and the kiss.
Domino, leaning casually against the wall, shook her head with a wry smile. "I remember how she was when she just met you," She said dryly, her gaze shifting between Justin and the still-dazed Helen. "Please don't do that to other women. I'm not sure the planet can survive the crazy."
Justin raised an eyebrow, his expression one of mock affront. "She is not 'my' fault," He protested, spreading his hands in a gesture of innocence.
Both Yelena and Domino turned to him with matching looks of skepticism, their eyebrows raised in perfect synchronization. Yelena's lips twitched, while Domino's smirk widened. Behind them, Helen was still humming softly to herself, swaying slightly as she seemed lost in some happy daydream, her fingers tracing the air where Justin's lips had been. The murmurs of daddy and mommy coupled with giggles that she suddenly let out, were disturbing, he admitted.
Justin let out a long sigh, shaking his head as if lamenting the unfairness of the situation. "Honestly, you two have the worst opinions of me," He muttered, his own lips twitching. He turned away, his gaze drifting back to the unconscious Ross hanging from the restraints. The General's face was slack, the tension gone from his body as he remained unaware of the conversation happening around him.
Justin's expression shifted, his playful demeanor fading as his fists clenched at his sides. The frustration that had been simmering beneath the surface bubbled up again as he thought about the more troubling things that they'd learned during the interrogation. The Sentinel program… He'd assumed it was just another nutjob somewhere attempting to wipe out metahumans, something he could perhaps manipulate or even take over and reprogram for his own purposes. But the truth was far more complicated - and infuriating.
"Fucking Skrulls," He muttered under his breath, his voice tight with barely controlled anger. "Of course, it's fucking Skrulls."
Domino shook her head, "Still can't believe you made that up, and they're crawling out from everywhere."
He glanced at Ross, still slumped and oblivious. Ross, in his arrogance, had not known. The old patriot would never have signed on to something like this if he'd known the true nature of the program he was supporting. But Ross hadn't been kept in the loop entirely; he'd been kept in the dark, fed just enough information to keep him a supporter of the program.
"Killian," Justin said, almost spitting the name. "That's who Ross thought was running the show. Aldrich Killian, the 'missing' genius. Except Killian's dead. I made damn sure of that." His voice was laced with a dark satisfaction at the memory.
That's also how he realized that this was the Skrulls again, the second the name spilled from Ross' lips. Someone was using Killian's face, his identity, to manipulate the Sentinel program's supporters and backers. And there were only a few beings capable of pulling off such a deception.
Mystique was one, but she was already accounted for, hiding away in the Savage Lands with Magneto and Sinister for the past year plus. He really needed to find the time to do more than send men to guard the entrance there… A whole untapped land for him to utilize..
Anyway, it wasn't Mystique that was masquerading as Killian, so that left the obvious option, especially as they must be using some sort of tech to avoid notice, as Nail or even SHIELD would have found it odd to have Killian running around.
"The Sentinel program was taken over by aliens, and here I thought the whole thing couldn't go deeper down the rabbit hole," He said, his voice low and furious. "These fucking aliens are everywhere, twisting things to their own ends."
Did everyone just think humanity was prey?
Justin would just have to show them their mistake…
He let out a long, slow breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions roiling inside him. He couldn't afford to lose control, not now. He needed to think, to plan, to figure out how to turn this mess back to his advantage. His emotions really were coming up closer to the surface lately, probably tied to the divine power brewing inside him.
"What are you thinking, boss?" Domino's voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present. She was watching him closely, her eyes sharp and curious.
Justin met her gaze, a cold, determined light in his own. "I'm thinking I'll need to blow up the moon," He said flatly.
Domino let out a surprised laugh, shaking her head in disbelief and amusement. "Really going through the whole villain overlord list, huh?"
Justin rolled his eyes at her, but there was a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. "I'm obviously not going to blow it up," He said, his tone serious once more. "I'm just frustrated the damn aliens actually built a moonbase before me." He griped.
He turned to face Yelena and Helen, who had both paused in their respective tasks to listen. "Nail, keep a tighter eye on space," He ordered. "Specifically, the moon. I want to know if anyone even sneezes from that direction."
"Already done, sir," Nail's voice replied. There was a slight edge to her tone, a hint of concern, his AI was growing into herself lately it seemed. "However if you desire full coverage, I'll need to reroute more resources to handle the increased surveillance."
"Do it," Justin said, his voice firm. "I want every inch of that rock covered."
The AI acknowledged his command, and Justin turned his thoughts back to the situation at hand. Unfortunately, he couldn't move on the moon immediately. The upcoming Asgardian summit required his attention, and making war on the moon during such a crucial diplomatic event would be a political disaster.
Not to mention the difficulty in waging said war. At least now the disappearing logistics chain for the Sentinels made some sense. The Skrulls either had some sort of teleportation station, tech, or stealthed space ships capable of avoiding Nails' sight. No wonder they'd never been able to fully catch on where the actual production facility was…
Frankly the fact that Ross even knew enough to know that was a miracle. Only 'Killian' asking him for some clandestine sabotage of the next NASA mission had clued the general in on the secret.
It might have been a misdirection, but Justin's gut instinct said this made sense. It explained everything on how deeply hidden the Sentinel program was. And why everyone they captured didn't know anything. Because only the Skrulls had the full picture. It had been clever of them, he admitted, to use the powerful and rich people that feared and hated metahumans to gain the funds and resources for their mutant killer robots.
He suspected they were more like human killing robots though… The first strike before an invasion, one they were ready…
"Fucking Skrulls stealing my moon base idea," He muttered under his breath, his voice filled with disgust. "Just for that, they deserve everything that's coming to them."
They'd locate the base, and once he had an actual location, he'd pull Kaecillius from babysitting duties, and they'd portal in their forces.
He glanced back at Ross, who was still hanging limply in his restraints, his head lolling to the side. The General's chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, his face pale and drawn. It was almost pitiable, the state he was in, but Justin felt no sympathy.
"Ross was an idiot," He said, his voice harsh and unforgiving. "How the hell did he think Killian of all people could have built a secret moon base? There's imagination, and then there's just insanity."
He should have cottoned on that something was wrong at that stage. Killian was not Tony Stark. And Ross had enough access to state secrets that he should know something like that couldn't be completely covered up if it was actually done by human actors.
Yelena glanced up from her work, her eyes gleaming with a fierce, almost predatory light. "He's not the first fool to get stuck in their own delusions," She said, her tone almost cheerful. "And he won't be the last. We've got everything we need to take over his assets. It's all in place."
"I have such competent minions." Justin said with a smirk.
"Mhm!" Helen nodded,
Even as Domino and Yelena both flipped him off.
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Several days later, November 2009, Hammerhaven.
Justin stood on the balcony overlooking Hammerhaven's main plaza, his gaze sweeping over the city below. It was a spectacle, a dazzling display of power and prestige designed to impress even the most skeptical of onlookers. The gleaming, golden armor of the Einherjar glittered under the bright sun as they marched in perfect formation down the main street. They were led by a grand float, richly adorned with Asgardian symbols and artistry, carrying Thor on a gilded throne. Beside him sat Freyja, regal and composed, her bearing that of a queen accustomed to command. The crowd cheered, a mixture of awe and excitement rippling through them as the Asgardian procession made its way through the heart of Justin's city.
He couldn't understand why exactly the idiots were cheering. The aliens had technically invaded, they were here for a summit to discuss their payment for their actions. Well, he supposed he could understand it, bread and circuses after all… He just didn't like it.
Aliens had no place on Earth, even the Asgardian variety.
Domino leaned against the balcony railing, her arms crossed as she watched the scene below with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "Quite the show they're putting on. I wonder whose idea it was to go all out like this - beefcake or his mother's?"
"Given the grandeur and spectacle, I'd bet on Freyja," Phantazia replied, her eyes never leaving the parade. "Thor's a warrior from the information we have, but this kind of spectacle is pure political theater, he would have flown in just himself and a few warriors, maybe put on a bit of thunder for effect."
Justin nodded thoughtfully, his eyes on Freyja as she waved gracefully to the crowd. Even from this distance, he could feel the weight of her gaze, almost as if she were assessing him, measuring his worth. "It's definitely a play for better public perception," He mused, his tone calm but calculating. "Thor would want to show strength, to demonstrate that Asgard is still a force to be reckoned with despite their loss to us. But Freyja… She's here for something else. She's here to make a statement. This parade was most definitely her."
Storm, standing just behind him, glanced at him curiously. "And what statement is that?"
The woman had been added to H.A.M.M.E.R with all the pomp needed for such an addition earlier in the day, and he'd told her to stay by his side for the Asgardians visit.
Already she'd fished for a date, one he might even be inclined to give her. Even if he was fairly certain she was simply tying herself to him to protect metahumans once he took over the planet.
Silly Ororo, I'd make use of them whether you're mine or not, but I appreciate the enthusiasm…
"That Asgard is our ally, that they're strong, without feeling the need to rub it in," Justin said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "And that they're willing to play nice, for now. It's a reminder to everyone watching that they're still in the game. But it's also a test."
"A test?" Storm asked, raising an eyebrow.
Justin nodded. "Will I see this, and try to take advantage of them coming with open hands? Will I act like an ally, negotiating in good faith? Or will I be the kind of despot that spots kindness and tries to go for the jugular."
Domino snorted softly. "Well, good luck to her with that. If you already understand what game she's playing, my bets are on you."
He chuckled, glancing over at her. "How kind, minion number two."
Domino scrunched up her nose, not liking that moniker much, "Why am I number two?" She protested.
"Ororo's currently number one." Justin teased, a smirk on his face. "There's this thing she can do with her powers…"
Storm just smirked, not at all bothered as Domino and Phantazia both glanced at her.
"Tch, you're going to try and Cho her, aren't you?" Domino said, Phantazia closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead, refusing to join in on that conversation.
"Helen isn't an adjective now." Justin said dryly, while Storm raised a confused eyebrow.
"She totally is." Domino muttered, crossing her arms, watching Storm critically, before snorting, "You're just messing with me, right?"
"Absolutely." Justin said calmly.
Phantazia slapped her hand over Domino's mouth before she could reply further. From the way her cheeks pinked immediately, Domino was likely being a brat and licking her hand, but she didn't release her mouth.
"For diplomatic reasons, we might need duct tape for the summit." She said calmly.
"Is she always like this?" Storm asked, bemused.
"Yes." Came from all three, one of the answers was muffled as Domino had to speak through Phantazia's hand.
They fell silent for a moment, watching as the parade continued its slow, deliberate march through the city. The Einherjar's armor shone like burnished gold, their movements precise and coordinated.
Justin had a feeling these ones were of higher quality then the forces they'd faced a year ago.
"It's almost surreal," Phantazia murmured, her voice thoughtful. "Seeing them here, like this. It's like something out of a myth."
"Except the myths didn't have spaceships and interdimensional portals," Justin said dryly. "But yes, it is impressive. And that's exactly the point."
He watched as the float carrying Thor and Freyja came to a stop in the center of the plaza, the Asgardian warriors forming up around it in a protective circle. Thor stood, his towering form a silhouette against the brilliant blue sky, and raised Mjolnir high above his head. The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound echoing through the city like a wave.
…
An hour later, as he sat in his office, he received a message that confirmed his suspicions about the Queen Mother. Freyja and Thor were requesting a private audience before the official negotiations began. He couldn't help but smile at the timing - Freyja was playing her hand early, and he was more than willing to see what cards she had up her sleeve.
It was a good sign after all. She was coming to negotiate with him, acknowledging him as the true power on Earth in this situation.
When they arrived, Justin leaned back in his chair, observing them with a calm, appraising gaze. Storm and Domino stood behind him, silent but watchful, while Phantazia took her place by the door, playing the role of his secretary with practiced ease, while ready to jump in with her powers should things deteriorate. Storm was there in case the god of thunder decided to get cheeky.
Thor looked as imposing as ever, his broad shoulders and towering height making him stand out, even more so with how ornate his armor and cape was now that he was King. But it was Freyja who commanded the room. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was the sharp intelligence in her eyes, the grace in her movements, that truly held his attention.
Well that and her very nicely fitted dress that showcased some nice cleavage, this was a woman that definitely knew her audience for this negotiation.
"King Thor," Justin greeted, his tone respectful but laced with a hint of sarcasm, because he was no king, not truly. "It's an honor to host you here. And Lady Freyja, your presence is truly a delight."
Freyja inclined her head gracefully, a smile playing on her lips. "The honor is ours, Mr. Hammer. I've heard much about you."
"Only good things, I hope," Justin said, his tone light.
"Oh, many things," Freyja replied, her eyes sparkling with knowledge. "But we're not here to exchange pleasantries. I think you know that." She smirked, "That's for the show later, no?"
Justin's smile widened slightly. "Of course. So, what can I do for Asgard's delegation today?"
Freyja glanced at Thor, who looked decidedly uncomfortable. "We're here to discuss and come to an arrangement on the delicate matter - " She said smoothly. " - concerning both Hela and Loki."
"Ah, yes," Justin said, leaning forward slightly. "Hela, the Goddess of Death, currently residing on my planet. And Loki, the God of Mischief, who tried to conquer it - it will be very interesting to hear what you have to say." His tone was very dry.
Thor bristled at his tone, his fists clenching at his sides. "You will speak respectfully -"
"Thor," Freyja interrupted gently, placing a hand on his arm. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, you must learn to think before you speak."
Thor glanced at her, clearly struggling to rein in his temper. After a moment, he took a deep breath and nodded, though the tension in his posture remained. Justin wondered if Odin had gotten into his head before this meeting, he was unusually confrontational where he was usually more of a big puppy. Or was it the presence of his mother?
"Thank you, Mother," He said stiffly.
Justin's eyes flicked between them, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "It's good to see you've taught him some manners, Lady Freyja." He prodded, testing the waters.
Freyja's laughter was light, almost musical. "He is still learning, I'm afraid. But that's not why we're here."
Justin narrowed his eyes, she is really going to come at me with the velvet glove isn't she? Using Thor's 'learning' to come off as more of an ally.
She had another thing coming if she thought he would be giving her a discount on reparations, or on the payment for solving their Hela problem.
She leaned forward slightly, her gaze intent, and surely by pure accident giving him a better view. "Mr. Hammer, I'll be direct. We want to ensure that Hela remains here on Earth, and that Loki's actions do not sour relations between Asgard and your world. What would it take for you to ensure that?"
Justin raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued at her directness, was he reading her wrong after all? "You're offering compensation just like that?"
"Weregild," Freyja corrected, her tone serious. "For those lost during Loki's… Indiscretion." She smiled serenely, "Only those lost by our hands, of course."
Justin's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew full well that she was aware that the civilian casualties were mostly caused by his own people during the short 'invasion'. Heimdall was an absolute cheat in that way.
"And Hela?" He asked, keeping his tone carefully neutral.
Freyja's smile was serene. "A trade deal, beneficial to both Asgard and Hammer Industries, for as long as Hela remains on Earth."
Justin leaned back, his expression skeptical. Mostly put upon, as now the real horse trading would begin. "I'm sorry, but that's not nearly enough. Hela is… Unpredictable, to say the least. And while I've managed to keep her under control so far, there's no guarantee she won't decide to go on a rampage tomorrow."
At the moment, she was enjoying cleaning up some African terrorist groups that had lingered even through Hammer industries presence. Just so she'd have something to kill and wouldn't be a problem.
Justin leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on Freyja as she smiled, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Hela has already proven herself quite useful," Freyja said casually, her tone almost dismissive, though Justin could sense the underlying sharpness, as she reminded them of her help against Apocalypse. "From what my son tells me, she's even somewhat… Attached to you." Her lips curled in a teasing smile. "And I've heard that you have quite the reputation with women, Mr. Hammer. Perhaps you could manage her - keep her collared and on a leash, so to speak?"
Justin's eyes gleamed with amusement as he caught the tease in there. "A leash, Lady Freyja? I'm not sure Hela would be the type to appreciate such a thing." He drawled.
Freyja's smile widened, a playful light dancing in her eyes. "Oh, but you'd be surprised, Mr. Hammer. Sometimes the fiercest creatures only need the right person to hold the leash. It takes a firm hand, of course, but also a gentle one." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing. "I'm sure you're more than capable."
"Sounds like you have experience." He quipped, reevaluating her. He'd thought she was here to teach Thor a lesson, even her playful language and showcasing her cleavage, meant to display for Thor another avenue of misdirection and negotiation.
But now he was wondering if she was already certain of what the deal would end up being, and was just enjoying trolling them until they got there. Bloody magic bullshit, is she a seer?
Thor's face turned an alarming shade of red as he shot up from his seat, his fists clenched at his sides. "You will speak carefully around my mother, Hammer!" He demanded, his voice tight with barely contained emotions.
"Thor, please," Freyja said calmly yet again, placing a gentle hand on his arm. Her voice was soothing, but there was a steel beneath it that made her son pause. "Sit down."
"But, Mother - " Thor began, looking genuinely horrified as he glanced between his mother and Justin. Justin wanted to roll his eyes, he honestly can't see what she's doing?
Freyja laughed, the sound light and airy, like the tinkling of bells. "Oh, don't be so prudish, my dear. A man of your age should be well used to this kind of talk. Kings often engage in such conversations to get to know one another before negotiations begin, and as the lead negotiator in this case, I'm the King for the purposes of such discussion."
Thor looked mortified, his mouth opening and closing as if he were at a complete loss for words. "But... Mother, you're speaking of... Of leashes and - and -"
"Oh, Thor," Freyja said with a sigh, her smile turning almost pitying. "You're far too serious lately, listening to your father no doubt. You should learn to enjoy the dance of words. There's more to diplomacy than just swinging a hammer."
Thor glanced helplessly at Justin, who chuckled softly, leaning forward to meet the Asgardian prince's confused gaze. He was willing to throw the man a bone, mostly because it would likely please his mother.
"She's just using negotiation tactics, King Thor," Justin explained calmly, his tone almost gentle, as if speaking to a child. "It's all part of the game. Your mother is trying to build a rapport, to see if I'm someone she can work with. She doesn't actually mean any of what she says, nor the flirtations." He glanced at Freyja, his eyes gleaming with respect. "Not that I don't appreciate the effort."
Freyja's smile turned into a smirk, her gaze never leaving Justin's. "You're quite astute, Mr. Hammer. And you're right, of course. But I must say, it's been some time since I've met a mortal who understands this dance as quickly as you did."
She turned to Thor, "As I knew the man was someone with a taste for fine women, I dressed to draw his eyes, not because I wish to court him, my son, but because it is another tool to pull things to my favor."
This entire meeting is part lesson, part the woman just enjoying messing with everyone. If Odin could see this, he'd die on the spot. Justin thought, amused that after all the stress about this whole summit, this was how things were going down.
Domino, who had been watching the exchange with growing amusement, couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "Even on Asgard, they know how much of a dog you are, boss."
Justin ignored her, his focus still on Freyja. "Well, Lady Freyja, if you're actually into leashes and collars, perhaps we could work something out personally. I'm always open to... Exploring new avenues of diplomacy." He fired back, mostly just to get a reaction from Thor.
Thor spluttered in outrage yet again, completely ignoring every lesson he just got, his face somehow managing to turn even redder. "Hammer, I swear -"
Freyja's laughter rang out again, clear and bright. She waved a hand dismissively, her eyes sparkling with genuine amusement. "Oh, dear, don't worry. Mr. Hammer is merely testing the waters, as I am. It's all part of the game - a test you're failing, don't let your emotions take hold so easily, Thor."
She turned her gaze back to Justin, and her smile took on a more mischievous edge. "But I'm afraid I must disappoint you, Mr. Hammer. I'm a married woman, and these days, I hold the leash and give out the spankings." Her voice dropped slightly, a hint of something darker beneath the humor. "As you may find out if you're not careful with your words."
"Mother!" Thor shouted, his voice a mix of horror and disbelief. He looked like he wanted to crawl under the table and disappear, his usual bravado utterly shattered by his mother's brazen comments.
Freyja turned to him, her expression softening. "Oh, Thor, really. Do grow up, dear. You're a virile man of your age; you should be well accustomed to this kind of banter."
Thor gaped at her, utterly flabbergasted. "But -"
"But nothing," Freyja interrupted gently but firmly. "This is how we break the ice, as the mortals say. Now, sit down and let me handle this, and listen, a peaceful accord with Midgard needs a good relationship between its rulers."
Thor hesitated for a moment longer, then, clearly still reeling, sank back into his seat, his shoulders hunched and his eyes fixed firmly on the table in front of him.
Justin, watching the exchange with barely contained amusement, turned back to Freyja. "I must admit, Lady Freyja, this is not how I expected this to happen."
Freyja's smile was dazzling. "I've had a great deal of practice in diplomacy over the years, Mr. Hammer. And I find it's always best to keep things... Frank, and amicable." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "But now that we've broken the ice, as I believe you mortals put it, let's get down to business, a friendly demeanor does not mean I will allow Asgard to be fleeced."
She leaned forward, her gaze locking onto Justin's, all traces of humor gone. "Asgard is willing to offer weregild for those killed by Asgardian hands during Loki's... Indiscretion. And we are prepared to negotiate on the matter of Hela. But you must understand that our resources are not limitless, and our patience is not infinite. We will not be bullied into giving away more than we can afford."
Justin's smile faded, his expression turning serious, it was finally time for the brass tacks. "I'm not trying to bully anyone, Lady Freyja. But I have to protect my world, and I have to think long-term. Hela is a danger. And as for Loki, I think we both know that his actions were more than just a simple 'indiscretion'."
Freyja's eyes narrowed, but she nodded slowly, a serene smile still on her face. "Very well, Mr. Hammer. Let's see if we can find a compromise that benefits us both."
As they continued to negotiate, Justin couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for the woman across from him. She was a formidable opponent, and this was shaping up to be a far more interesting conversation than he had anticipated. He doubted he could push this woman very far. It was unfortunate that Thor wasn't the one he was negotiating with, the man would have given away Asgard itself.
Justin's smile was cold, his eyes gleaming with calculation as gave out a suggestion for payment, "A fleet of spaceships. Operational, military grade. Enough to secure this system against any potential threats."
Thor's reaction was immediate and surprised Justin, who thought he'd be partial to such a martial offer. Thor surged to his feet, his face a mask of outrage. "You dare
to make such demands of Asgard?" Thor's voice thundered through the room, his eyes blazing with barely restrained fury. "You ask for ships as if they're mere toys to be handed out!"
Freyja placed a calming hand on Thor's arm, her voice soothing but firm. "Sit down, Thor. This is a negotiation, no one is ever serious with their first offer. Sit, and listen!"
Thor looked at her incredulously, his frustration palpable. "Mother, you can't seriously consider - "
Justin wondered how emasculating it was as a king, to be so thoroughly chastised by ones mother in a negotiation.
"Thor," She interrupted gently, though her tone held a note of authority that brooked no argument. "Please sit down."
With visible effort, Thor bit back his retort and dropped back into his chair, though his glare remained fixed on Justin.
Justin, for his part, remained unruffled, his gaze steady on Freyja. "I don't think it's an unreasonable request, Lady Freyja. After all, I'm asking for something tangible in exchange for managing a potential catastrophe. Hela is no ordinary threat, and if she decides to unleash her full power…" He let the sentence trail off, the implication clear.
Freyja's eyes were thoughtful, her expression calm. "You have a point," She conceded. "But what you're asking for is quite significant. An entire fleet of ships… I'm afraid that's beyond what we can offer, after all, Hela is also capable of defending Midgard."
Justin leaned back, folding his hands over his chest. "Then perhaps Asgard could act as an intermediary to help Earth acquire such technology from other planets. And while you're at it, open up trade routes for Earth goods in exchange for extraterrestrial technologies. Earth is, after all, just beginning to expand into the wider galaxy."
Thor's brow furrowed as he listened, the tension in his posture slowly easing as he processed Justin's proposal. He glanced at Freyja, clearly struggling to follow the flow of the negotiation.
Freyja, however, seemed unfazed. "So, you want Asgard to act as a broker, to facilitate trade and technological exchange?"
Justin nodded. "Precisely. Earth would still be a fledgling player on the galactic stage if we tried it on our own. Having Asgard as an ally would do wonders for our standing."
Freyja hummed thoughtfully, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of her chair. "And in exchange, you promise to keep Hela on Midgard and not hold Loki's actions against Asgard."
Justin smiled faintly. "I think that's almost to the point of fair. But I'm still going to need some assurance. One ship, top-of-the-line, to help us build our own fleet, something for us to analyze and build off. We need to be able to defend ourselves."
Freyja's eyes narrowed slightly, though there was a glint of amusement in them. "A single ship, you say? And Asgard's assistance in trade and technology?"
Justin nodded, watching her closely. "And Heimdall's help in finding one man." He threw in, as he saw that Freyja seemed amendable.
Thor, who had been frowning deeply, leaned forward. "What man?"
"Someone of personal interest," Justin said smoothly, keeping his tone casual. "Someone who has caused a lot of trouble for me and mine. I'd like to have a little… Chat with him."
Freyja's lips curved into a faint smile. "Why am I not surprised you're the kind of man that wishes to squeeze every last drop out of a negotiation."
"Because you've cheated with magic to see how this would go?" Justin replied, his tone dry. It was a guess, but from how utterly non responsive she was to t
hat, he figured he was dead on, Freyja just moving right past it with a smile.
She tilted her head, considering. "One ship, top-of-the-line, and Heimdall's assistance in finding this individual. And in exchange, you will ensure Hela remains here and can't step foot on Asgard... And you will not hold Loki's actions against Asgard and join the Nine realms in full under Asgard's dominion."
"And the trade deal and brokering with the rest of the Galaxy," Justin reminded her. "With favorable terms for Hammer Industries."
Freyja's smile widened. "Ah, yes. Of course. Hammer Industries, not Midgard alone." Then she winked teasingly.
Justin didn't miss the emphasis. She understood exactly what he was after - control, influence, power. And she was willing to play along, as long as it suited her interests. As long as Asgard came out well for it.
Thor looked between them, clearly frustrated with the subterfuge, but trying to keep his composure. "Mother, you can't just -"
"Thor," Freyja said gently but firmly. "This is how diplomacy works. We are ensuring that Asgard's interests are protected while making a valuable ally. You must learn to see the bigger picture."
Thor's jaw clenched, but he nodded, albeit reluctantly. "Very well."
Justin watched the interplay between mother and son with interest. It was clear that Freyja held the real power here, and Thor was still learning the ropes of leadership. It was an interesting dynamic, and one he could use to his advantage in the future.
He would accept Asgard's dominion for now, because they were frankly extremely hands off, but one day they'd be able to stand on their own, without any fear of anything Asgard could bring to bear.
"So," Justin said, his voice calm and measured. "Do we have an agreement?"
Freyja's eyes gleamed with amusement. "You're quite the negotiator, Mr. Hammer. Very well. We have an accord."
Justin inclined his head slightly. "Excellent."
Freyja leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her lips. "It's refreshing to deal with someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to ask for it. If this were Asgard or Vanaheim, we'd be arguing for years over these terms."
Justin chuckled softly. "Mortals tend to move a bit faster, I'm afraid."
"Indeed," Freyja said, her eyes twinkling. "It's a quality I've come to appreciate lately."
Thor, still looking slightly bewildered by the rapid conclusion of the negotiations, glanced between them. "So… We're done?"
Freyja laughed softly, a sound that seemed to lighten the room. "Yes, my dear. We're done. Asgard and Hammer Industries will enter into an alliance. Midgard will benefit from our knowledge and resources as they join the nine in full, and we will ensure that Hela remains… Contained."
Thor frowned, clearly still processing everything. "But the summit is about to begin…"
Freyja made a small, dismissive gesture. "The summit is merely a formality, Thor. All the bickering and politicking will eventually lead to the same agreement we've just made here. It's the nature of diplomacy." She gave him a look, "Hence why it's important to create a rapport with the leaders who matter."
Thor looked almost crestfallen. "So we'll just be… Talking for no reason?"
"Welcome to politics," Justin said dryly, his lips curling into a smirk. "There's few battles and copious amounts of talking about nothing in your future, King Thor."
Thor's frown deepened, but he didn't argue. Instead, he turned to Freyja, his expression serious. "Mother, are you certain this is the right course?"
Freyja's smile was warm, maternal. "Yes, Thor. This is the best way forward for Asgard. Trust me."
Thor hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Very well. I trust you."
Freyja reached out and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. "And I'm very proud of you for listening, my son. You're learning and will soon be a great king."
Justin kept quiet, having very different thoughts about that.
Thor's expression softened slightly, the tension in his posture easing. "Thank you, Mother."
After that, things closed fairly quickly.
Justin took great enjoyment in watching for the next few days, as not only Thor, but the likes of Alexander Pierce, fought back and forth over conference tables, their words meaningless.
Because the people that actually mattered had already settled things.
Access to not only Asgardian markets, but the Nine, and the wider galaxy…
He'd changed his mind. Keeping Hela around was worth that. Without a doubt.
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Day after the summit, Hammerhaven
The sun filtered through the reinforced glass of Justin's office, casting a warm, golden light over the modern and meticulously designed space.
Tony Stark stood just inside the doorway, his posture tense despite his casual demeanor. He looked better than he had just a week or two ago - clean-shaven, dressed in a tailored suit - but there was a haunted look in his eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and unresolved pain.
"What do you want, Hammer?" Tony asked, his voice edged with weariness and frustration. "I'm not even sure why I bothered coming, to be honest."
Justin glanced up from his desk, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He gestured toward the bar. "Drink?"
Tony shook his head, his gaze flicking to the decanter before he looked away. "No, thanks. Pepper is monitoring my intake." He grumbled.
"Good," Justin said, leaning back in his chair. "I was worried you might show up half in the bag."
"Yeah, well, still might after this conversation," Tony muttered, shifting his weight, still looking weary. "But not right now. So, what's this about?"
Justin's smile widened as he leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "You saw the announcement, right?"
Tony's lips pressed into a thin line. "Yeah, I saw. 'For Earth', huh? You expect anyone to buy that?" He shook his head, "Not even I am that brazen, and that's saying something," His lips twitched minisculely, "I'm the one that dated those playboy triplets without telling any of them I was dating the others too."
"Why not? It's true in a manner of speaking," Justin said with a shrug. "Earth will benefit. Trade deals, advanced technology, access to the galaxy. Sure, Hammer Industries will be the one managing it, but everyone wins. Well, except the governments, but who cares about them?" He smirked, knowing exactly how many governments across the world were feeling right now.
Tony scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You've got some nerve, Hammer." But he had some spark back, his eyes lighting up with challenge.
Justin smirked. "It's what makes me so charming."
"Alright, you're obviously delusional, saying that. Let's move on, you've got me here," Tony said, exasperated. "What do you really want?"
"I want you onboard, Tony. Fully." Justin's tone was suddenly serious, his gaze intent. "No more rivalry, no more games. We're going to have a fully operational warship from space in orbit soon. We need real space defenses, and a fleet, and we need them now. I want Stark Industries to help build up the space infrastructure seriously. We'll hire you as a contractor, pay you whatever you want. But we need to get this done."
Justin paused for a moment staring Tony down, "Forget about electronics or whatever else you're playing with, Tony, become the guy for space infrastructure, and the designer for a fleet…"
Tony was silent for a long time, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the floor. Finally, he let out a bitter laugh. "Repulsor tech," He said softly. "I'll give you the blueprints. For the ships." Offering an olive branch.
Justin's eyebrows rose. "Generous. But we already know how to do that. We were just avoiding it to keep from stepping on your patents." Because you'd sue the crap out of us, and that would have been annoying and a waste of time.
Tony's mouth twisted in a humorless smile. "Figures. So, what more do you want? You can't be serious about cutting me in that heavily on things"
Justin moved around the desk to stand in front of Tony, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I want you fully committed. Not just your tech - your mind, your vision. We're talking about the next frontier, Tony. Mining asteroids, building orbital stations, defending Earth from whatever's out there. Imagine it: space, Tony. It'll be ours. We'll be the ones keeping Earth safe."
Tony's eyes narrowed, and he glanced at Justin with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "And you think I'm just going to jump into bed with you on this?"
Justin's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly. "I think you know it's the right move. And because I've got something that might help you make up your mind on what side you're on."
Justin turned and gestured to the holographic display above his desk. The screen flickered to life, showing a high-definition video of General Ross, restrained, his face contorted with rage.
"What's this?" Tony asked, his voice wary.
"Just watch," Justin said quietly.
On the screen, Ross's voice crackled through the speakers. "Oh, I won't lie, Hammer. Sending that son of a bitch to his death was the best decision I've made in years. Stark needed to be reminded that there's a price for getting in my way."
Tony's face went pale, his hands balling into fists. He stared at the screen, his body rigid, as if bracing against the emotional blow.
Justin took a step closer, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "It's up to you, Tony. What happens next."
The view shifted, showing Ross in his cell, ranting and raving, his face flushed with fury as he screamed obscenities.
Justin held out a small remote to Tony, placing it in his hand giving him a meaningful look. "Completely up to you, Tony."
Without another word, Justin turned and left the room.
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Moments later,
"Sir, the US military power armor divisions have just split off training exercises against orders - the trajectory has them moving towards Hammer industries assets." Nail reported urgently.
"What the fuck!?"
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