A Gamer's rise in Marvel

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Chapter 24 : Preparing for Love and War

Apartment in Hell's Kitchen

Jeanne Dark

First thing I did when I got home was take a warm shower to clean myself up. My clothes were incinerated but I had plenty to spare.

I eventually finish up and get dressed in some more casual clothes. After that I begin my scheming. The whole Hammer-Vanko Plan still needs some time so Asako is out of the picture for now. I could visit her later on.

But off to more important stuff. I need a decent ranged weapon that actually packs a punch. And most importantly, I don't want it relying on Magic. Running out of Mana is always a possibility and I do not want to be caught defenceless again.

Moving over and grabbing my phone, I dial the number to Deadshot's shop. The call rings for a bit before he answers:" Floyd's Pawnshop, how can I help you."

"Floyd! It's Jeanne! How you doing?"

I hear a small grunt before he answers:" Doing fine brat. You need some ammo again? The type I don't want any knowledge of what happens to?"

I give a small chuckle at that. I've still been buying my stuff from him even if I have access to Kazan's products and AIMS superior manufacturing Capabilities. Call it customer loyalty...(I also don't want any of the rounds I use being traced back to one of my assets)

I chuckle into the phone and answer him:" not this time Lawton. I'm in need of new Firepower. Something strong with a good kick.``

"We talking rifles here? Sniping? Anti-tank?" he begins to ask.

I scratch my chin in slight embarrassment:" Ah...if possible something that I can put in my jacket that isn't much bigger than a pistol?"

He pauses for a long time before answering:" You know those types of Hand-cannons aren't really Feasible for actual combat? Considering humans aren't bulletproof-...well maybe you might find some, if your previous loot is anything to go by. It took me a while, but I did figure out that you sold me SHIELD OPS gear...do I even want to know?"

I give an innocent laugh:" Ahh...you do not. But do you have something for me?"

I hear some shuffling of papers before he answers:" Yeah I actually got something. Come by to pick it up later."

"Will do. See you then" with that we end the call.

I sit back in my seat before heading to my desk and booting up my Laptop. I more or less outed myself in Monaco so I can't use the standard appearance for Moira Penning any more. But, as I don't want to give away the fact that I can shapeshift, I still have to use it somehow. (And yes, I do hope that the loser's club will keep their mouth shut)

Wanna bet?

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Undisclosed Location

Interrogation cell

Richie Tozier was the kind of guy who deflected everything with humour. Be that something good, bad or ugly. So when he was literally pulled over on the drive home by a bunch of black SUVs he started chuckling at how cliched it was.

He started to downright laugh when every spook approaching him was wearing suits and sunglasses. You'd think they would dress a bit less conspicuous. Too bad his laughter came to an end as a needle was jammed into his neck. That was less funny. They even took the dagger that the weird lady gave him...would have been a cool souvenir.

So now he woke up in a standard interrogation room as seen in some crime flick. Though it did seem a bit more high budget. Looking around, he was glad to see that no one tied him to a table or restrained him to a chair.

He turns to a nearby camera and calls out:" I take it I'm not getting the MK Ultra treatment then? Would have been a great skit for my show!"

he thought that would get a reaction from them, but the camera merely continued with a red blink.

He had to wait a few more minutes before the door to the room finally opened. He obviously tried to check the door beforehand, but as expected, it was locked.

Through the door appeared what he would call the sexiest Femme Fatal he had ever scene. Sure he wasn't actually attracted to her due to his own preferences, but he could tell from the way she looked. An absolute babe of a red-head wearing a skintight suit? Yeah that gets it going for a lot of guys.

He gives a wry smile at the woman:" I was hoping for some Men in black, but i'm also down with Charlie's Angels!"

the woman on the other hand keeps a stern face and takes the seat opposite of him. She also lays down a recently made file in front of her.

Richie on the other hand chuckles:" So you're the strong and silent type then? Or the silent and 'kill me in my sleep' type?"

This finally got a reaction from her in the form of a light smile:" I'm rather capable in both, Mister Tozier"

At that he nervously swallows. She opens up the file in front of her. Other than a few pictures of him and the other members of the loser's club, it also had a picture of what seemed to be Pennywise. It was in black and white and the guy had a more human appearance but it still seemed like him.

She finally speaks again:" Richie Tozier. 40 years old, working as a successful Stand-up comedian. You originally lived in Derry and left the town after finishing school. And most importantly, you encountered the Entity known as Pennywise correct?"

" Ahh Yeah, killer clown. Did meet him and a whole lot more...i did sock him with a baseball bat though." he answers and ends with him once again trying to joke.

She leans back into the chair:" I see...we have already gathered some information from your friends concerning both the entity as well as the woman known as Moira Penning."

His brows furrowed in confusion at the name, but he quickly realised that it was probably the while haired woman's name. He eventually realised that she didn't ask anything:'' And...so does that means you don't need me anymore? This the time for the good old neuraliser to fry my memories?...or am I ending up in a ditch somewhere.``

She gives a light smile in return:" Rest assured Mister Tozier. You will be signing an NDA and that will be it...though do be warned, you will be sentenced for treason should you break it."

"Well that's totally fine then" he answers with a sarcastic tone.

She only gives a small grin in return:" Well, you're future aside, we want to confirm a few things first concerning the entity. We already spoke with all your friends and only need to confirm a few things now. We-"

"Are you just saying that the others went first so I lower my guard and squeal like a bitch? Or did they already squeal and my resistance will prove worthless?" he quickly interrupts her.

She only chuckles in return:" I guess that's for you to decide."

He mutters out a curse as she begins to speak again" we will be going over the events now. Simply interrupt me if you have anything to add or if something is incorrect."

He nods for her to begin. She looks over the files and begins retelling the story of 27 years ago. Most of the info was supposedly provided by Ben and Mike as they researched the town in detail during the events. Richie was actually surprised that they believed the fact that Pennywise has been haunting the town for centuries...though they could be just pretending.

They eventually got to the most recent events and more importantly how little they knew of the final battle. These Men in black supposedly went down into the sewers to investigate, but found the cistern not only in pristine shape, but also lacking any signs of the demon. He was sure this would get him and his friends shipped to an asylum now, but it would seem that they still believed that something happened down there.

The woman however grew really invested when it came to their would-be savior Moira Penning. She specifically was interested concerning her appearance and the man with her. While he gave an explanation on how they were involved, she compared the data to what his friends probably already said. She also seemed slightly disappointed concerning the explanation concerning the daggers they had been given.

What was really weird was when she pulled up 6 pictures of different women. All could be described as " Thin Brunettes " and that raised some red-flags for him.

He was asked to identify Penning. He knew he should try to cover for the woman, but he was also told to be honest. So he selected the picture with the most similarities to Penning when it came to the face. There were considerably differences but at a glance they looked identical.

So he made the choice. She gave a light grimace before saying:" Thank you for your assistance Mr Tozier. We will continue shortly when the documents for your release have been prepared.

After that, the red headed agent makes her way out of the room and heads to a larger hall. Romanov stares at the front to see her Boss, Nick fury stares at one of the monitors.

"And then she said: Good Morning Stanley Uris! It's been 27 years my friend and I took the Liberty of bringing you to Derry. Your old Home. I take it you know why I brought you here?"

Nick Fury was not happy with the recording of Stanley Uris interrogation and turned to Maria Hill with a dry expression.

"Put Kidnapping on the list of crimes we know have been committed by Penning."

Maria nodded as she wrote it down.

Romanov moved to his side and began her report:" Nothing new from Tozier we didn't know before. He also couldn't explain anything concrete about the daggers. The lab said that it was as if their mass completely disappeared, which they claimed was supposedly impossible."

Fury scoffs at that:" We're dealing with magic here. I don't think the word impossible will have any meaning to us for a long time."

Romanov gives a small nod before continuing :" Well speaking of things that should be impossible. We think Penning is either an expert in disguises or can use some sort of Magic to shape-shift. We had the group pick out her appearance from random pictures and only 3 of them got it right."

The grimace on Fury's face deepens:" Well at least we know why it's so hard to always find her...anything else we noticed?"

Hill pipes up at this "You know, Director. I really don't understand why she stuffed him into the Trunk. Was it just done by her to emulate some cheap Mafia Movie plot or did she really have no better idea?"

Fury snorted in amusement.

"Probably the first one. From what we have seen of Penning so far she seems like the type to emulate popular movies in real life for the fun. She reminds me of Stark in that regard, it's exactly the type of thing I could see him pulling too. Back in Monaco she could have easily disappeared when Coulson wasn't looking, but instead she loudly announced it."

Maria nodded but turned serious.

"What about her knowledge on the You-know-what? Do you think she infiltrated the Base where it is kept or why did she mention it to these Civilians?"

Nick Fury scowled a bit but quickly calmed down again.

"I doubt she knows where exactly the base is. We don´t know how old the Tesseract is or how the Nazis got it in the first place. A rumour says they found it in Norway and that it might be connected to some Norse Myths but we couldn't confirm or disprove yet. Given Penning's connection to the Wizards it might as well be Magical too or be connected to that Grindelwald fellow. I will certainly question her closely on that though."

Nodding Maria Hill made some more notes on her clipboard but watched nervously as some anger veins appeared on Nick.

"No, what REALLY pisses me off is the fact that this vile creature called Pennywise was wreaking havoc in a American Town. Murdering countless people for CENTURIES AND WE HAD NO IDEA IT EVEN EXISTED."

Maria winced as she watched her boss explode in anger. She had to admit though that she herself also felt very angry about that matter. Sure, the so called Losers Club as they had introduced themselves had mentioned a mind controlling element involved that prevented people in Derry from making big waves on the murders in town but still. The fact that SHIELD never even suspected that something was happening there was a dark spot on their credibility.

"So, another reason to hire Penning?"

Nick Fury scowled before nodding sharply: "You can bet on that. This woman clearly has much knowledge and connections all over the place and her getting rid of that Damn Clown also reaffirms that she can be worked with. What bothers me though is what she might want in return because I sure as hell won't hand her over the Tesseract if she asks for it."

At that point Coulson entered the room: "All the people we grabbed have been finished with Interrogation, Sir. Unfortunately we found no trace of either Penning or her mysterious companion, this director Graves."

Fury grunted a bit: "Most likely a Wizard. In the Documents there was a mention of Aurors, a Magical Police-force existing. This Director Graves is most likely their boss and Penning bringing him along was most likely meant to further entice us into working with her."

Natasha nodded.

"Most likely. We also have finished cleaning up the mess inside the Asylum and also found the corpse of that Henry Bowers guy which the Civilians mentioned was taken care off by Penning. His car was shot into the wheels and he himself had a stab-wound in the Temple which instantly killed him. No doubt Penning's work. The remaining Asylum Inmates and Workers though were brutally killed in various ways. Most of the time literally being grabbed and having body-parts ripped off. Some also had pieces of themselves eaten. That was most likely the Clowns work though."

Nick looked vaguely disgusted before nodding.

"Given what I read about that Bowers guy, he is probably not a big loss to the world. Make sure that he is blamed for the deaths of the Asylum Staff and Inmates to cover things up. He will make for a good patsy in this case."

Maria Hill nodded and made another note.

"Also, ready a Quinjet to bring me post-haste to New Mexico. I want to be there before Penning if possible. Coulson, with me!" Fury orders as he exits the room.

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Jeanne Dark

I'm Brought out of my thoughts by a small scratching noise. Turning around, I see Fou climbing up a nearby shelf. He quickly jumps towards me and lands in my arms. I give the little guy a smile: "Hey there buddy. Wanted to get away from the mean wizard didn't you? My, What a good boy you are."

a small gust of wind appears next to me and I don't need to check and see who it is:" Come on Jeanne? I'm not that baaaad!"

I only turn to the side and give the whining Wizard my best death-glare. He backs up a bit, but he knows I can't do squat to him:" Come now Jeanne. It wasn't that bad. And you were so cute when you get angry"

Even though I feel my damn cheeks redden at that once more, I continue staring at the damned wizard:" What do you want Merlin! If you came to annoy me then would you kindly piss off!"

He pretends to be taken aback:" My such terrible language from the little lad-" His words stop as my glare intensifies in rage. It's even backed up by little Fou who is also glaring at the bastard

"Fine fine...I Talked a bit with graves. Also got to meet the President of the MACUSA. Now isn't she something else I tell you! Damn good figure, great ass. bit weird with the fashion but otherwise a solid 7." he says with perverted enthusiasm.

While I do agree with his assessment, I'm more angered by this:" Am I to understand that you spilled my deepest secrets to the Magical world for all to learn! Who else knows!"

He rubs the back of my head:" Only the pretty President...i'm not that dumb. I also left out our goals concerning a certain Persian god. I'm not sure if they could help that much anyway...maybe with the location of the grail. Oh right!" With that he begins staring at me with a serious stare of my own.

"Both you and Angra Mainyu believed the Grail was in Japan of all places. I've been thinking about it for quite some time but I still don't understand why. Japan wasn't exactly in crusader range back in the day so I really don't know how it ever should have gotten there. It's also strange that the both of you simply assumed it was there,going against common logic." he continues to stare at me.

I slowly relent and eventually squeal:" The throne of Heroes spans many Realities ok!" I yell out at him. His eyes widen in amazement before I continue:" Wait, no, that would mean that Ahriman has access to other Grail wars and...Ah I don't know!"

"Grail wars?" Merlin asks.

I on the other hand interrupt him:" Just shut up for a second and let me think! Ok...I think the Bastard controls the throne of heroes. But there may be other thrones for other realities and they are all connected with one another...And...he has control of ours but not the others...yeah that works. He can access them but not control them!

Otherwise he would have not only control of all the other servants but also other realities. They are infinite after all. And Shirou had a lot of bad ends Where Angra won in the end...

I'm pretty sure that power spills over through different universes and I'd think if Angra somehow had control over other properly powered versions of Alaya then we would be thoroughly fucked. Though this is technically the only reality where that happens. In most he would actually destroy Alaya instead..." I finally come up with a usable theory...but slowly realise that I spoke of that...out loud...

I turn to the other person in the room. Merlin gives me a tight smile with closed eyes:" Mind explaining Jeanne?"

I hesitated at first, but quickly realised that the issues involved may not be too bad. Merlin isn't that big of...a Blabbermouth...I hope.

With that I told him of what I knew. The nature of alternate realities (Not sure if the Kaleidoscope applies here), how the throne is interconnected, timeless and eventually about the nature of the holy grail war. I gave him a watered down version of how Angra has been involved in the various wars and all that. He was obviously curious as to how I know all this, but he quickly bought the fact that I took part in a war myself. (Honestly, i'm not sure if I was in any way involved with Apocrypha or not. I'm going through a lot of Murky memories and I do remember a small scene where I was hitch-hiking through the countryside.)

It could be one of my own old memories as I have been slowly forgetting them, but I really can't be sure... I think there is a chance that I was in Apocrypha...though that opens the question if another Jeanne can be summoned through the throne...

Urgh. Just the thought of meeting the Saint version pisses me off. Seriously, how can one not be spiteful after being burned by the bloody stake! That hurts! A lot!

Jeanne. Merlin is staring.

Oh...right, sorry.

I quickly turn to the wizard and eventually finish my explanation. It also leads me to believe that Avalon isn't trans-dimensional in this case, as Merlin isn't an Amalgamation of all his possible versions...that makes it possible to summon his female version down the line...now that would be interesting.

"And this Grail war usually took place in Japan? That's why you and him assumed that the grail was there?" He asks as he rubs his chin.

"Yup. Its the main way to access the throne of heroes and It's the same case here...though its location and power is obviously different." *I continue to ponder.

Merlin on the other hand claps his hands together:'' Oh right! The people of the MACUSA. After we finished most of our discussion, they did tell me that the Auror girl was ready to give you a tour through their Magical district. There's apparently a port key in the diamond District that will take you there!"

I look at him once more:" Could have started with that...fine i'll go." As I turn around, I also quickly state:" Alone! I don't want to be embarrassed by you any further!"

I open up a portal and hear him muttering behind me:" Meanie!"

I ignore him and enter the portal. I really hope that's enough people that will cause me headaches today. I don't like being exposed and Merlin blabbed to two people. Sure Percival was required, but was the President as well?...Dammit.

I have both the MACUSA and SHIELD closing in on me. I really can't take any more!

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CEO Office, Frost international, Manhattan

Emma Frost

"Advanced Idea Mechanics?"

Emma Frost raised a brow as she looked at the screen with important business information which her Secretary compiled for her. Deciding to read the report she quickly skimmed it before leaning back in thought.

Apparently AIM used to be a small Think-tank created by a man called Aldrich Killian. For the most part of its existence the company had been rather small and not very noteworthy. Until half a year ago when they managed to acquire a large amount of Military Contracts which would have gone normally to Stark Industries until they pulled from the weapons-business.

Something else was also very interesting. AIM was actually capable of fulfilling their first batch of Contracts and quickly began to grow into a big Company. Growing from basically nothing into the second largest weapons manufacturer within 6 months was unthinkable. Interestingly, her reports investigated this and found no signs of corruption, but rather competence. They expertly began making deals and quickly rolled out a line of weapons on basically the exact day where Stark announced the shutdown of his weapons division.

The Question was, should she do something about it? She had been thinking about expanding the Weapon-branch of her own company after Stark left that business, but those possibilities were quickly swallowed up by the competition. AIM's expansion stalled or even completely crushed any plans in that direction which was slightly annoying, but she had been hesitating anyway due to Norman Osborn and his Company also planning to expand into the Military business( He may have gotten third place, but he was still unhappy). Rumour even said that they started working on their own version of the Super Soldier Serum some years ago.

Frost industries were also only doing Police-level Weapons and Equipment which Stark never bothered with as he deemed them to "boring" in his opinion and Hammer was no competition due to their constant Quality problems. But AIM was beginning to snoop around in that department as well. It was one of those situations where she had to make a deal or pull out of the business entirely before she was swallowed up.

Both Osborne and Hammer were banned from the Hellfire club, but AIM might hold potential.
She had no interest in tangling with Osborn as the man was even more ruthless then her and Hammer was an incompetent sleeze-bag who inherited his wealth and was kept afloat by back door deals.

Biting her lips, Emma quickly looked up AIM. The Shares of the Company were already distributed to what she quickly deduced to be Shell-companies and fake-identities.

Frowning Emma came to a decision. Typing quickly she sends a message to Aldrich Killian, the CEO and former owner about a possible business-contract. Emma owned several large Mines which supplied her companies with Metals like Iron, Aluminium , Lead and many other resources they might need.. If AIM was expanding then they would need a supplier of Raw-material and Emma would make a killing if she managed to gain an Exclusive Contract with AIM.

Looking at the Email she also typed that she would prefer meeting the new owner in person to "get a better impression" of her new business-partner. This was a power play on her part as she was indicating that she knew of the strange situation concerning AIM's shares. She didn't actually know if there was a singular owner, but she had a hunch. Someone ingenious was pulling the strings and she wanted to know who.

Emma smiled as she wondered what her AIM counterpart would think if he knew that she planned to raid the mind of her new associate for their secrets during their meeting.

People NEVER anticipated Telepaths like her.

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1 Hour later

Magical District of New York, Dusk-Town

Jeanne Dark

"Man, that stuff is expensive."

I frowned as i look over some of the stuff in the Apothecary in Dusk Town. I sigh as i decide to bite the sour apple and just fork the money over. Still, no matter how expensive they were, having access to Unicorn Horns, Dragon Liver, Graphorn Horn and several other Parts of Magical Creatures was invaluable.

With me having a man like Emil Hamilton on hand I would be able to clone all those Magical Species and basically have free ingredients in the future...though im not sure if I can get any DNA from horns to be honest. They are technically just a growth of Keratin over a bone like structure. If there is any type of Bone Marrow within then I can work with it. Well, i'm more excited for the Dragon liver anyway. With these Materials, I would be able to start mass-production of Potions and also save several species from going extinct if everything went well. (The second argument is my publicity excuse off course)

Smiling as I leave the shop I begin to pout a bit as I remember how Porpentina Scamander had accompanied me at first but had needed to leave after getting a message that Newt Scamander had gotten injured by one of the Creatures in his Wildlife preserve. Still, as an apology Tina had given me a Ticket for one of the Tours which honestly sounded rather interesting.

Especially as I was hoping to find out how much My Alter Dragon tamer skill worked.(In case the cloning from a liver didn't work out).

Dusk town itself is somehow hidden within the city with some spatial distortion BS that also hides it from satellite imaging...somehow.

I generally like the architecture. It's all very unique and most buildings have different styles of construction. Considering that the mages making up the eastern MACUSA were all originally immigrants I can understand the differences. Magic is very family dependent, meaning that everyone is much more connected to their own culture and don't let it be swallowed up by some generalized Melting pot. Sure there are a lot of similarities among them, but they all have their unique charm.

Though that is what i'm assuming based on architecture alone. For all I know, this could have been done as a tourist attraction...that would be a disappointment.

To my luck, most people didn't recognize me outside of the Ministry. They probably got a general picture of how I'm supposed to look, but no actual photos were ever taken of me. I slipped up in one store where the owner saw the icon of sin on my hand and promptly started shaking in response. I paid him a Dragot to shut up and promptly left the store.

I also entered the store of one of the four American Wandmakers, Shikoba Wolfe. Funny how there were four Magical districts as well in the US. Sure there were smaller ones, but only 4 big ones really matter. They're located here in New York, Texas, California and Minnesota. The MACUSA jurisdiction is also split up, with those states making up the capitals.

It's quite fascinating as Miss Wolfe explained it to me and then promptly kicked me out of her store. I only broke 3 of her wands! Her wands are made with Thunderbird(The big creature shown at the end of the first Fantastic Beasts Movie) Tail feathers as their cores. She also used Dragon Heart string and Wampus Cat Hair. This made them extremely powerful, so i'd thought it might not be a bad fit...

that didn't work out as the wands she gave me, splintered, burned and the last one rotted away. Too bad she wasn't as eccentric as Olivander who would grow only more intrigued in one's affinity. I was rather disappointed when the dragon Heart one didn't work either. I would have thought that if anything would be suitable, it would be dragons. She promptly kicked me out...at least I didn't have to pay for the damages..

i was a bit worried as I did remember that only Fate Magic and Game magic is available for my use. i don't know if this means that Harry Potter magic is unavailable, that would be crap. my portal stuff makes sense as I'm actually only providing the mana while the ring does the work. even so it does pose a few questions and I don't really have the patience to go through them now. it probably means that I really do have to focus on Thaumaturgy more if I want to get into the magical big leagues.

Wandering around a bit I begin to drift aimlessly through the streets until I reached a small shop that looked rather shady. Entering in curiosity I felt happy that I had my older form on.

I had entered the Wizarding equivalent of a sex-shop. Shaking my head in amusement,I decide to look around and see if I found anything of interest.

Moving next to a collection of rather risque Witches outfits, I landed by the Strap-ons. Blinking in shock, my mouth dropped as I saw the descriptions.

Dragon, Centaur, Goblin, Human, etc.

Alright. So the Wizarding world was definitely more kinky then the show... then again, with Hagrid, Flitwick and that Half-Houself woman in Crimes of Grindelwald I maybe shouldn't have been surprised.

I mustered the Centaur shaped one for a moment before shaking my head. If I wanted one of those, I would seduce Firenze or summon Chiron. A fake was just boring.

Walking a bit further through the shop I arrived at what was essentially the Video shelves in the form of crystal balls. Rather interesting how that works. One basically has a wall or some sort of smoke in the air and the ball acts as a projector while also transmitting sound into any magicals nearby. Interesting invention...Would be funny if someone ever introduced the magical world to VHS. Something like flash drives or DVDs would probably blow their magical minds

Looking through most of the films, I merely shook my head and rolled my eyes at some of the more ridiculous titles. But eventually I found something of interest.

A large breasted girl with black hair in pigtails and a lewd pink Magical Girl Outfit who seemed to be fending off a bunch of large green skinned Orcs. Looking at the title my eyes twitched: "Magical Girl Levia-than and the Attack of the Orc Army".

"You've got to be kidding me..."

I looked at the Porn of one of the Four Great Satans with a deadpan. If nothing else it would be fun to watch it with my girls... I grabbed it and walked to the Counter to pay.

The girl attending the register was a rather attractive witch but honestly didn't seem to fit in at a sex-shop. She was dressed like a library assistant or something...though she could be a total closet pervert. She quickly took my purchase and rang up her total" That's twenty Sprinks please."

I quickly did the math in my head. A Dragot is worth 2000$ and 100 Sprinks make one Dragot. That makes 20 Sprinks worth 400$...

400 Hundred for a Porn movie?!...i mean sure it's technically celebrity porn but that stil-

My thoughts freeze entirely as I stare at the cashier...or specifically what was behind her. Sitting on a shelf were various rocks and crystals sitting as decorations. Most were completely normal and commonly found in nature with their only worthwhile quality being their appearance...all for one of course. I was just glancing around at first before the black stone gained my interest. I had a feeling it was unique, but as soon as I used my Mystic eyes on them, I couldn't believe my absurd luck. I know it's at 167, but come on! Something like this is in a fucking Sex Shop!

I slowly raise a shaking finger at one of the rocks and ask:" H..How much for that piece!"

The girl turns around at my suggestion and stares in confusion:" That..That's just a piece of obsidian? You can get one pretty easily. Besides, its part of the store and we don't really sell that sort of-

"300 Hundred Dragots!"I interrupted her with a loud tone. She only stares in shock at the insane price. 300 Dragots is around 600,000 US dollars. 'And all that for just a rock?' the girl was probably thinking.

As I don't want her to even hesitate, I quickly reach into my jacket and pull out a pouch from my inventory. She quickly realizes that I'm serious as I begin placing the golden coins onto the table and begin stacking them into piles of ten.

"M..M..Ma'am I cannot possibly accept such a price! It's seriously just a rock!"

The girl begins to panic as I finish piling up the coins and also place the 20 sprinks to the side.

I try to give a friendly smile, but i'm certain it looks like some frenzied grimace, judging by her reaction:" Miss...I swear to all nine Hells that I'm willing to pay for it! So I beg you, just hand it over..." I say in a shaky tone.

She slowly reaches towards the rock and hands it over to me. Before she can say anything else, I slip the small crystal ball into my jacket and drop it into my inventory. I make my way out of the store and hear a silent "What just happened?" echo out from the girl.

I move out of the shop and head to the nearest dark alley I can find. It's mainly to avoid prying eyes. I pull the dark rock out of my pocket and stare at it in amazement and insane glee.

Does this thing have to do with cats or something?

You a cat lady now?

I begin to loudly laugh at SYSTEMS suggestion. A few onlookers see me in the alley, but quickly turn around as they assume I'm a crazy person. Seconds pass before my laughter finally passes and I say to SYSTEM.

'Only you would think a shard of "Nine Lives" has something to do with Cats SYSTEM...Never change.'

So it's not about cats?

It most certainly is not.

I continue to stare at the old rock, which was actually a fragment of the ancient blade and begin analyzing it. To my disappointment,. I cant use it to summon Hercules, as the sword itself wasn't that special apparently.

But my joy comes out in full force as I realize something else. I can see the weapons history with My Mystic eyes. Its memories so to say. And while I'm not a Sword incarnation as our boy Emiya, I still have a great opportunity here. The Technique, not the sword, was what was special after all. A technique I can copy from the blade...

It will take time, but I think I can actually learn 9 Lives with this! Boy I can't wait to try it out!

Sure I'll need to make a replacement sword first, but after that I'm gonna train!

As I run out of the alley and finally exit the magical district, I feel a strange tugging sensation within me. I quickly realized that it came from my servant bond with Asako. I did want to visit her after all, so I could come che...

Wait a second! I ran out of Mana during the fight with Penywise! Is she ok!

I open up a portal in queens and Head towards the Hammer facilities immediately.

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Outside of Hammer industries' facility, Queens

Jeanne Dark

Opening up a portal to queens was obviously the first step. After that my priority was to get to Asako as fast as possible. I still detect her presence, but I don't know what happened to her when my Mana cut off.

So, with my Presence concealment and reinforced limbs, I begin sprinting and jumping towards the property. I don't actually have to infiltrate it, as my bond with Asako eventually flares up, meaning I can already speak with her.

'Asako! Are you ok!' I yell out as I jump over a fence and land on the facility's rooftop.

'Master? If anything I should be asking for your well being. What happened?'

I'm relieved at hearing her voice and calm myself down. I seat myself on the roof and begin telling her of my little...adventure in Derry.

After my explanation I hear a small sigh from her own end' so that's what that was...Well it's hardly as bad as you expected. The mana I take from you is the required amount to keep me at my peak capabilities, but I'm still able to function without it. Though I would eventually disappear after a day or two. With skills such as Battle continuation or independent action it would certainly be extended'

Her explanation does calm me down quite a bit. I did notice the changed up time-frame. Most servants would disappear within hours of losing their mana source due to Gaia actively rejecting their existence...And Gaia isn't around here...or at least not in the same way as in the Nasuverse.

'Master?' I hear a solemn voice ask through our bond.

I'm brought out of my thoughts by the question and remember that Asako wanted something after all.

'Yes Asako? What did you need?' I asked my first servant.

She pauses for a while before a shadow appears before me. I'm not alarmed as I can quickly tell that she is merely materializing a body in front of me.

Her beautiful form comes into view and I give her a kind smile. She on the other hand is giving me a rather...odd look. She eventually sits down in front of me cross-legged. A neutral expression takes her face as she begins:" The plan is continuing along expectations and without delay. Hammer holds no suspicions and convincing him of my ideas concerning the drones was without issue. The assault will be ready by the time of the Stark expo in three weeks."

Three weeks?...wasn't that supposed to go down in a day or two? I'm very sure the movie only took place in a week or two...how the hell did this happen?

Well Hulk was also far too early, right?

Not to mention I doubt anyone could build two dozen drones within a week.

Considering she has to do the work on her own, I doubt she can accomplish it that quickly anyway.

Well damn...that is very true SYSTEM.

I guess this at least leaves me time to practice and train a bit more before Thor shows up.

I once again cut off my thoughts as I take in Asako's appearance once again. Her face has once again taken on an unsure expression. I stare at her in turn and ask:" Asako...I believe you want to tell me something else as well. What's wrong?"

her eyes widened a bit before slowly asking:" V..Vanko's Body will be destroyed during the conclusion of the Expo yes?"

I slowly nod at the question:" Yes that was the plan...is something wrong with that?"

She quickly shakes her head:" No no...it's just...Ivan's memories, his feelings...they've struck a chord with me. I don't let that control me, but I don't want to pretend it never existed after he's gone...i...i'll keep his knowledge anyway, but once he is gone, his emotions will disappear...i still want to keep a part of him...I think...I want to keep his name..."

My eyes widened at that. Still unsure of what she asks, I ask in turn:" Do you mean...you'll assume his identity?" that would utterly fuck up my plans, but if it is what she desires I might make an exception.

To my luck, she once again shakes her head:" No I...I want his last name...to create my own identity...To honor his life even if no one else will."

My eyes widened in surprise. I wasn't quite expecting this...But Asako did want to become her own Person...:" So you'd be Asako Vanko then? An official identity and life?" She slowly nods her head at that.

It was her wish to have her own identity...making it could prove difficult but there are opportunities. I turn to Asako once more:" Vanko pretty much destroyed all records of his private life other than his prison sentence and record of his fathers sentence, right? No mention of Siblings or his mother correct?" She nods in return.

It not only threw a wrench in SHIELD's Profile of Vanko, but it also opened up an opportunity for me to create an identity for Asako.

Creating a relation between the two is difficult, but it is not impossible. The obvious issue is the differing ethnic background, but due to the unique Makeup of the soviet union, something can be arranged.

Asako is originally from the Seljuk empire and grew up in what is modern day Iran. Though she was technically part of an enemy Country to the empire.

Her nation The Nizari state (the Alamut state) was a Shia Nizari Ismaili state founded by Hassan-i Sabbah after he took control of the Alamut Castle in 1090 AD, which marked the beginning of an era of Ismailism known as the Alamut period. Their people were also known as the Assassins …The state included a nexus of strongholds throughout Persia and Syria, with their territories being surrounded by huge swathes of hostile territory. It was formed as a result of a religious and political movement of the minority Nizari sect supported by the anti-Seljuk population. Being heavily outnumbered, the Nizaris resisted adversaries by employing strategic, self-sufficient fortresses and the use of unconventional tactics, notably assassination of important adversaries and psychological warfare. Despite being occupied with survival in their hostile environment, the Ismailis in this period developed a sophisticated outlook and literary tradition.

Two centuries after its foundation, the state declined internally and was disestablished by the invading Mongols, who dismantled Alamut and massacred many Nizaris.

What we need is an identity and origin to which Asako can easily adapt to. I won't force her to adopt anything else for now. Not to mention acting is generally easier the less you have to pretend you are someone else.

I will eventually be crossing paths with SHIELD and others in my main identity and Asako will be dragged in as well. So I need to make sure her identity is spotless. If Shield so much as suspects some sort of foul-play in her documents then it will only cause trouble for us. (The connection to Vanko is bad of course, but that can be mitigated with some diplomacy)

If I recall the best opportunity is found in the nation of Tajikistan. The nation itself was part of the Seljuk empire, as well as the Soviet Union. The Tajuks themselves speak a variation of Persian and are still culturally similar. Not to mention that the Pamiris within the southern Part of the nation are predominantly followers of Nizari Isma'ilism.

These conditions don't apply to both groups, but as long as Asako appears to be from Tajikistan originally, then it can work out. With a starting point, we can start creating the Backstory.

The basic idea I have is that after Ivan's Mother died in childbirth, Anton Vanko remarried to a woman from the Tajik Soviet Socialist Republic. They had Asako together and her mother taught her mostly during the time Anton was imprisoned this caused her better understanding of Persian culture compared to Russian.

Asako's mother eventually died of illness(because I couldn't think of anything better) leaving both Asako and Ivan in Anton's care. There she learned engineering and robotics along with her brother until the collapse of the Soviet Union. After the end of the cold war, she decided to move to America and try her luck in the land of the free. She kept in contact with her family but usually distanced herself whenever they were doing illegal activities.

Now to the present time, we'll create documents that make her a member of AIM since its inception. The plan still has some kinks, but I do believe I can work with the idea. Asako herself stated that Religion and culture doesn't really matter due to her fractured persona, but she still knows of it.

It's similar to myself in that regard. I still remember how big of a zealot I was during my life. It's rather funny in retrospect. I chased and forbade prostitutes from seeing my men and now I own a brothel myself. Being an Alter is awesome

I wasn't capable of reading, but I still had a decent understanding of bible excerpts and aspects of Catholicism. Though I admit, most of that was thanks to Gilles de Rais who taught me in our spare time.

….Now that I think about it. Shouldn't I be capable of pulling off the Baptism Rite then? Using a "Kyrie eleison!" on some demons would be hilarious. Though I'm unsure if it would affect myself as well. Kirei Kotomine used it and he was corrupted by Angra Mainyu at the time...so I think I might be fine.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the expecting eyes of Asako. I quickly begin telling her of my idea for her new identity and she seems to approve of it. It also gives me something to do now if I have to wait three weeks before Iron man 2 and even Thor finally occur.

I continue to speak with Asako for a few more minutes before she suddenly turns her head to the side. I follow her line of sight and find what pulled her attention.

We are at an elevated position, so we can see quite a good distance throughout Queens. The thing sticking out to us is a certain boy who is accompanied by two others of his Age.

I'm in no way surprised to see My dearest Peter Parker here in queens, but I'm rather interested in his companions.

Asako begins to observe them:" Two others with the same age as him. Boy and girl. They look eerily similar, probably twins or at least siblings. Clothing indicates a wealthy background. Unsure as to motivations concerning Peter Parker. Seem to be friends. Girl is walking behind the duo and is occasionally giving shy glances towards Parker. Possible infatuation or-"

"What!" I quickly yell out as I hear that last tidbit. I don't care if someone from Hammer-tech heard it, because this is far more serious.

I use my Mystic eyes and begin my analysis on the two.

Harry Osborne (Age 13) LV 9

Title : none

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Thoughts you: none

Thoughts: is enjoying Peter's presence more now that his confidence has increased. (Somewhat worried that it might threaten his position in their dynamic)

Eliza Osborne (Age 13) LV 5

Title : none

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Thoughts you: is wondering about the cause of Peter's recent changes.

Thoughts:" Her crush on Peter has been growing over the last few months. Has promised to marry him when she was six.

Osbornes...and twins at that... a girl who has a crush on Peter...

Gamer's Mind activated

Well that was uncalled for.

You were about to erupt in anger...possible flames as well.

Fine, fine, SYSTEM!

I turn to Asako once more:" Well...Keep up the good work. Don't kill too many people and see you later dear!"

With that, I activate my presence concealment and jump over a few buildings with my reinforced legs. I begin trailing the trio and think over my options.

I can't afford to lose in this! I'm the childhood friend, dammit! Why is this bitch here!

I don't get it?

I thought you wanted Peter to get a Harem?

Isn't this for the better?

Yes I did! But after I got my own claws into him! This girl is already pining for him and I have virtually no idea what my chances are. Not to mention that her attraction for him has only been growing...

I stare at Peter once again to see my odds.

Peter Parker (Age 13) LV 10

Title : none

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Thoughts you: Has been enjoying your company and cherishes your friendship. Is on the line of developing a crush for you.

Should this continue then i'm not just a childhood friend but worse than that. I'll be just a Friend period!

If I don't get him first then my entire Harem Dominance Hierarchy falls apart!

I'm sorry what!

Would you mind explaining what that's supposed to mean?

I give a light chuckle in my mind.'Well SYSTEM. My dominance Hierarchy is a system I came up with concerning the male members of the Marvel universe. While the Harem structure isn't really a thing in Marvel or Dc Comics,(Not like it is a staple in Anime) it's still very possible.

Usually the big Heroes get various love interests and usually pick one down the story. So for Spider man it's usually Gwen Stacy and Mary Jane, sometimes Black cat. But he has way more women in his circles than that and he has a decent chance with all of them. It's similar to Batman in that regard as well. He usually gets Catwoman, but there's Poison ivy, Harley Quinn, the hot chicks from the league of shadows...I'm getting sidetracked.

My point is, some characters have good building blocks for a harem and I want to exploit that to the fullest. I will take the role of wing-man (and the best sex they ever had) and basically help them in establishing their Harems. I in turn, get access to not just them, but their girls as well.

I'll be the main girl on top and I get access to all the girls they score with as well.'

Sounds like a Pyramid scheme...

I snort in disapproval' Not it's not!'

They get a harem out of it!...I just happen to get absolute rights and control over said Harem...

Still sounds like a Pyramid scheme...

But fine, you do you.

But what about Peter? This isn't Anime Jeanne, so he might not be a dense idiot and Eliza might not be so shy as not to confess her feelings.

I begin biting my nails in response ' It's not like I don't know that SYSTEM...Its just that...You know what! I need to act...and I need to act now!'

I quickly come up with an idea and bring out my phone. I select Peters number and begin writing an SMS:

"Hey Pete!.

Got an awesome surprise I really want to show you!

I promise it's gonna be good!

Come by my apartment at 8.

Tell May and Ben that you're sleeping over at a friend's place.

It's a secret so don't tell anyone you're going to my apartment ok?"

I hit send on the highly suspicious SMS and smile at my ploy.

That is evil Jeanne. Do you even have a surprise for him?

I smirk at that' Well my body has been developing quite nicely, so how about I greet him at the door wearing nothing but Lingerie?'

You know he is probably expecting some gadget or science Jargon, not you trying to seduce him.

Now now SYSTEM. When it comes to Seduction there is only do and no try.

Jealousy really got you going didn't it?

No shit SYSTEM! I'm a possessive girl and always have been. No way in hell am I letting someone else have Peter's first time! I had been planning on doing that since the beginning. All that is different now is that my timetable got moved up!.

Well...have fun then Boss...i stil-

Our conversation is interrupted by a ping from my phone saying Peter will be there.

I on the other hand smile in glee and look forward to what the night will bring.

I also check the time and decide it's a good time to visit Deadshot now. I need new weapons after all, and I really want to know what he prepared for me.

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Harlem, Manhattan

Jeanne Dark

sooooo...this isn't good.

I portalled into a nearby alley and was on the way to Floyd's place when I noticed a few fancy cars parked in front of the store.

Not the fancy executive type but rather the fancy gangster type of car. I quickly activated my presence concealment and began creeping towards the shop. To my growing worry, I notice that most of the finely dressed goons are moving around and into the store.

I quickly activate my Mystic eyes and analyze one of them.

Maggia enforcer LV 25

STR 20

VIT 25

DEX 20

INT 35

WIS 10

CHA 20

LUC 5

And there are at least thirty of them in the entire area. 10 are in the shop and the others are spread out outside...and they are definitely here for Floyd. They are speaking with him while one of the goons is holding his daughter.

They either want his wares(which I highly doubt) or his advanced skill set. They've been taking a beating from the Kingpin and the gangs working for me so I understand the need to get new resources and Personnel. Too bad that they are targeting one of mine.

This situation might need a special touch. Even with my abilities, I can't take out 10 men if they have hostages...this will

I slink back into the back-alley and slowly make my way to the closest Maggia goon. I bide my time until he turns behind the alley and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He leans back against the wall, making it an ideal time to kill him. For my plan to work, I can't have him receive any visible injuries.

So, I activate my Wind magic. It's at level 37 and therefore more than enough for my plan. The magic swirls around his body before forming an invisible sphere around him. With a quick pull, I suck out all the air around him and wait as he quickly suffocates...

+2500 XP

At least that was what I was hoping to happen. The problems with my idea came to my mind at the same time as they happened.

Instead of choking to death, he began coughing up blood and his ears bled as he quickly slumped to the ground. Right...People have bigger problems than suffocation when exposed to a vacuum.

Considering that, his injuries also make sense. Both his lungs, ear-drums and possibly a few other organs ruptured instantly due to the Pressure change...it definitely made a mess.

Maybe just take away the oxygen next time?

As If I have that much control with the ability...

I sigh in annoyance as I stare at the corpse in front of me. I also missed my mark with my soul Magic and his soul was already gone...that only leaves conventional necromancy. Resurrection wont work and I can't enslave him like that.

I summon up some water and wash away the blood while also healing the damage in his body, to the best of my abilities at least. After that I finally try Create Undead.

The magic flows into the body and it eventually begins to rise up. His appearance is unchanged and his body still appears to be pristune. However, my hopes are quickly dashed as I see the goon with his eyes rolled up and his mouth hanging open. Silent growls begin forming from his throat.

He's not hostile as I did create him, but he's far to dumb to be of any use.

I on the other hand hold my head in frustration at the development. Why did I even think that a zombie wou-

"Ey Giuseppe! What's taking you so long!" a voice bellows out from the alley. As no answer follows from my zombie, I slowly hear footsteps approaching.

I turn to the zombie and realize that I do appear to have some psychic bond with it. It's not overly complex, but I think it will allow me to give it basic commands. For now, I command him to face in the opposite direction of the alleyway so his back will be turned to the approaching goon.

I activate my presence concealment once more and wait for the other goon to appear. He slowly shuffles along and his eyes meet the back of my zombie:" What the hell are you doing? I thought you's was going for a smoke?"

The zombie remains still as my orders demand and doesn't react as the goon comes closer

"Giuseppe, what the hell is wrong with you?"

His question is answered as the zombie turns around and he sees the milky white eyes of the dead man. Before he can scream or do anything of the sort, I order my zombie to grab hold of the goon's mouth while I kick him in his legs.

He falls to his knees as he tries to cream through the cold flesh which is now suffocating him. I also realize that the zombie has considerably more strength than the Average human.

Undead LV 25

STR 40

VIT 25

DEX 10

INT 5

WIS 0

CHA 0

LUC 0

so strength is doubled,Dexterity is halved and the other stats are almost entirely skimmed...good to know. Coming up with an idea I use my mental connection to command the zombie once more.

It's technically an undead.

Same thing, besides-

"Crack"

+2500 XP

I look over and see that the goon's neck has been snapped and is now sitting at an odd angle. I'm quite happy that the order was fulfilled without issue...wait, I got XP for that! Holy shit that is downright ama-

I look over to the zombie just in time to see him lift the goon's shoulder and widen his mouth until his cheeks rip.

'Stop!' I shout over our bond. His movement freezes as he turns to stare at me. his head then twists in slight confusion.

I merely groan out in frustration at the idiotic creature. As I no longer need its help, I use our bond to destroy his being and the zombie quickly falls onto its back, dead as he should be.

With that out of the way, I look down at the swirling ball of light in my hand. The thing in question is the soul I snatched from the second goon as I had learned from my mistakes. I focus on the swirling construct and cast Soul Manipulation and Soul bind.

Soul bind causes the soul to be bound to my own control to varying degrees. I'm not sure how that will apply here, but I don't want to risk any unforeseen developments. That's why I'm using the manipulation spells to wipe his soul of any emotions and only enforce its connection to me..

To my knowledge, souls are the home of emotions while the brain is the home of memories. Both have aspects of the other , but its functions aren't quite the same.

A soul will remember its life and a brain will know its feelings, it's just considerably harder without the corresponding …...organ?...is a soul an organ?

…...Anyway, I can't manipulate a soul to change memories, but I can change the emotions and feelings of the soul in question. To get my hands on memories I need to turn to the brain and that is considerably harder. My telepathy is quite powerful, but it only works on the untrained. Not to mention it can't properly mind control others. For that I'd need to devour a proper Telepath.

I eventually finish scrubbing the soul and place it back into the body. I heal the broken neck and cast the final spell. As the soul never left for any afterlife, casting Resurrectionis quite easy.

A blue light envelops the body before fading away. The goon in question slowly rises from the floor while also straightening his tie. He eventually looks at me.

I'm greeted with dead eyes on a face without expression. I grin as I realize that my plan worked.

Faceless LV 25

STR 20

VIT 25

DEX 20

INT 35

WIS 10

CHA 10

LUC 5

Very interesting. He keeps his intelligence while also losing some charisma. It's honestly quite perfect. Not to mention that I can also control him through his bound soul.

I wonder why he is called faceless though. His face is still there after all.

You have ridden him of all human emotion.

Therefore his Face will never change.

I guess that makes sense.

Well I've taken too much time now. To battle!...or silent stealth killing and replacement.

I activate my presence concealment once more and jump up onto the building next to me. I skip over some rooftops until finally reaching a decent vantage point that allows me to see the entire area. I won't need it for long, but it's to get my plan going...I could use my mini Map for that as well now that I think about it.

Any beings I observe or analyze with my mystic eyes are automatically recorded in it after all.

In response, I activate my eyes and begin scanning for the other targets. I also give orders to my newly acquired minion. He steps out of the alleyway and looks over to one of the others:'' Hey Jimmy! Take a smoke break will ya. Not like anything is happening." He yells out in an enthusiastic tone.

It's filled with emotion, but he has been rendered incapable of actually feeling anything. Otherwise he may have resisted in directing his friend to the alleyway where I'm about to kill him and add him to my newly acquired rooster of minions.

The process was far quicker and easier this time. With "Jimmy" added to my ranks, I begin directing them to the others. I get most of them in secluded spots and turn them there. They let their guard down after all, as they thought that only Floyd was a danger to them.

I eventually get most of the goons and eventually turn to the cars where a Lieutenant is sitting. The windows are tinted black so its ideal for a murder. Getting in is also ridiculously easy.

My new buddy Jimmy opens up the car-door:" You need a water or something boss?"

As the Lieutenant waved him away to get a lighter, I took the opportunity to sit next to him. With the door closed by Jimmy, no one notices as I strangle the man in his own car.

With most of the goons turned and some remaining stragglers beginning to be taken care of, I finally put my attention on the shop itself. The situation has worsened as most goons are now openly showing firearms as Floyd slowly raises his hands. His daughter is on the line, and I kinda doubt he can do a trick-shot with ten dying at once...well maybe he can, but I don't think anyone wants to risk that. Not with his daughter at gunpoint.

I continue analyzing the store as I realize something else. Another man on his knees with a gun pointed at the back of his head. He was probably a customer, but I begin to grin as I recognize him.

James "Logan" Howlett LV 156

Title : Wolverine

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STR 85

VIT 1000+

DEX 63

INT 30

WIS 45

CHA 35

LUC 5

Unique Skills:

Bone claws

Superior Healing Factor

Heightened senses

Well then. Considering that X-man technically already started with Jean Gray's appearance, I guess it makes sense for Logan to be in the New York area. (Considering that Xavier's School is in Westchester, New York)

This won't be how I expected to be introduced to them, but I do need to act before this gets much worse. I like wolverine, but claws won't help much in a hostage situation.

I find my minions in position and prepare myself for the coming steps.

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Floyd's Pawnshop, Harlem

Floyd Lawton (Deadshot)

Floyd could only grumble in anger as the situation continued to worsen. He always had that terrible feeling in the back of his head that someone with knowledge of his past would come looking. He will admit though, he was expecting feds and not criminals.

The Maggia were in a blood-feud against the Kingpin and the newly re-established Black Dahlia's. As expected, they were losing badly. The other Syndicates in the city had enlisted supernatural members over the years, unlike the Maggia. They were still obsessed with making sure only to recruit their own into the family and no room was made for outsiders.

People would have still joined if this was back in the 30s, being forced to always be an inferior member compared to the "Made men". But times are different now. There was a gang for everyone here and Organizations like the Maggia were on their last legs in New York.

So they grew desperate. And desperation led to stupidity. In this case, a bunch of goons basically holding Floyd up in his own store. Had it been a normal robbery, then Floyd would have dropped them in a second with the guns he kept under his counter. But these Bastards were smarter. They intercepted his daughter on the way back from school and brought her with him.

He knew he couldn't risk anything now. Even if he had a chance of pulling it off, his daughter still had a gun against her back. No way was he risking Zoe's life without a guarantee.

Looking to the side he sees the one customer that was unlucky enough to be in the store when they arrived. Floyd was eyeing him from the moment he entered the store and quickly realized he was dealing with someone dangerous. The Man with wild hair and sideburns had the walk of a veteran. He wasn't used to military training anymore, but that isn't something one forgets. Now he was more akin to a hunter. Floyd had assumed he may have been here to buy a rifle or some ammo, but that chance never arrived.

He is grateful that the man quickly realized the gravity of the situation and didn't try anything on his own. An average customer would be shitting themselves or even screaming and making the entire situation worse. Thankfully, this was not the case. His daughter was a bit antsy at first, but he quickly got her to calm down before she was pistol-whipped.

But in the end it didn't change much. They wanted him to work for the Maggia and they would be keeping Zoe as Collateral.

"Well Lawton? You don't exactly have a choice here. Come with us and no one gets hur-" the goon is interrupted by the loud ringing of Floyd's work phone.

All stare in silence before the goon orders him: "Answer it will you!" he probably wanted to avoid any issues that could come from a call. It was doubtful that he could get any help from what was probably a customer, but the goon didn't know that.

He eventually picked up the phone and his eyes widened at who called.

"Lawton? It's Jeanne. Pretend this is a normal conversation. I know what's going on."

Lawton gets over his initial shock quite quickly and eventually answers:" This is Floyd's, how can I help you?"

"Good. I'll be quick about this. Zoe is about to be brought over to you. When you have her, I want you to cover her ears and eyes."

His brows furrowed in confusion" Im sorry sir, but you mind clarifying that request. I'm not sure I have that in stock.``

"Just do it ok? I promise it will work. Don't do anything yourself! I got this!" with that, the line goes silent.

Floyd places the receiver back and stares at the goon. The goon in question asks:" Tough customer?"

Floyd only grumbles in response:" Something like that."

Before either men can continue, the door-bell chimes and a well dressed man enters the room. He's a blond man with the main thing out of place being his eyes which don't focus on the same direction. It gives him a rather crazed look, but he seems very calm and quiet, just as the men that followed him into the store.

The goon who was threatening Lawton is now staring in Confusion:" Joe?..I mean Mr Karnelli. Is something the matter? We got this handled sir."

The newly named Joe Karnelli stares at Zoe and then back to the goon:" Clearly...get out, I'm handling this..."

With that, the goon slowly leaves as the new ones enter. All of them had a weird look to them. Floyd couldn't really explain it, but it was making him uneasy. The other customer seems to have noticed it as well, though it was a bit strange that he was sniffing the air and staring next to one of the goons that entered. Nothing was there yet his eyes didn't leave that spot.

Lawtons attention is pulled away when Karnelli takes a look at his daughter. He slowly reaches down beneath the counter as he fears the worst. Joe Karnelli is known for being unhinged, so he may very well want to hurt Zoe.

To his surprise however, something else happens:" Let the girl go." Joe orders. The Goon in question stares back in confusion before Joe screams:" Did I stutter!"

He quickly lets go of Zoe and she backs away from him. Karnelli gives her another look before saying:'' Run along to your father dear." He turns back to Floyd ``It seems we got off on the wrong Foot."

Zoe runs behind the counter and jumps into his expecting arms. His momentary happiness and relief is quickly broken as he realizes. This Was Dark's Plan.

With that thought in his mind he looks back towards the group and notices that the new arrivals are now taking positions next to the others. As if they were about to off them.

Now realizing what was going on, Floyd did as instructed and pressed Zoe's Head into his chest as he began to cover her ears. Not a moment too soon as in that moment the new arrivals take out their weapons. Before the others could react, the goons were stabbed and Shot through their heads. Karnelli even snapped one guy's neck.

The other customer quickly took one of the fallen goon's knives and backed towards Floyd as he himself doesn't know what was going on.

Floyd would have taken the chance to kill them all if Dark hadn't warned him beforehand. Though it does beg the question, how the hell did Jeanne get these bastards to turn on another like this. Karnelli wanted him after all and as far as Floyd knew, he had planned this thing in the first place.

His questions only grew when the killings were done. All the remaining men grew completely still with not a word leaving their lips. Their faces unmoving and even their eyes stopped blinking. He wasn't sure if they were even breathing with how still they were. They all grab one of the bodies and simultaneously towards the door and start leaving the store.

Before he can ask, the spot which the customer had been staring at earlier suddenly begins to fizzle out before a familiar figure emerges.

"Well that worked well" the young voice of his strangest customer, Jeanne Dark says nonchalantly.

The customer stares at the girl in short confusion before taking up a battle ready stance with his fist raised in a stranger manner. He had already dropped his knife and to Lawton's surprise, three Pristine Blades slid out of both his hands. Reaction as fast as he could rushed Zoe to the backdoor, locked it and pulled out two pistols and aimed them at the man.

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James "Logan" Howlett (Wolverine)

This day was just getting stranger and worse at the same time. He was already pissed off that he was dragged from northern Canada all the way to New York of all places. Then there was the professor who could read his mind like an open book and play with it too.

He does think that Rogue can actually be happy at that school, but he really doesn't see why he should even consider staying there. He definitely wasn't one for dressing up in Spandex or leather like some wanna-be Superhero. That whole skintight suit fad became a thing from Comics and merchandise based on Captain America after WW2. He obviously could see the appeal of a hot woman wearing such clothes and kicking ass at the same time, but for some reason that bothered him.

Logan wasn't sure why, but he was certain that that wasn't what she actually wore during the war. Sure she had that kind of outfit when she was paraded around America and Europe as some circus attraction to help sell war bonds, but she ditched that afterwards. During the war she wore something far more tactical and efficient than that. But sadly that wasn't pickled up as the truth.

He always scoffed when he saw figures and posters of her in stores, but he still didn't know why. He assumed that he might have a military background due to his dog-tags and that was his theory so far. But those things can be bought as souvenirs so he can't really rely on that either. Not to mention that they didn't spell out his actual name but rather "Wolverine", so his idea of it being a souvenir only became more likely.

He thought the Professor was the key to helping him out, but he seemed reluctant for some reason. Another possibility came in the form of the cute redhead Jean Gray. Woman had an ass on her but it was supposedly taken. She didn't seem that averse to his flirting though (Even if their first meeting consisted of him choking her)

The guy called cyclops was her supposed boyfriend. Just taking a glance at the smug bastard made Logan sure that they wouldn't get along. So to begin what was probably going to be a wonderful relationship, he took his bike and went on a ride through town.

He didn't really have a plan or destination other than cooling his head, but he eventually came across a decent looking Pawn shop in Harlem. Walking in, he already realized that the owner was packing heat under the counter. The metallic smell was a dead give away for the Mutant. He always had good senses and instincts as well. Instincts that were telling him to live and let live in this case.

The owner was trained and skilled, but not gung-ho unless threatened. So he began looking through the store. It was a pawnshop, but it also sold some interesting items here and there. He didn't really have anything to trade in, so he was mainly browsing.

That's when things turned bad. He was aware of it as soon as a bunch of cars pulled up in front of the store. Bunch of armed goons then started walking into the store with a little girl being dragged along

Logan wasn't an idiot, so he quickly figured out just what was actually going on there. The dialog going on between the owner and the main goon settled any questions. He had gotten subtle hints from the owner not to do anything, but he still hated it. A little girl was being used as a hostage and that didn't sit right with him at all.

So he tried to bide his time. If he couldn't help now then he would do so later and track these bastards down. But then something else started happening. He couldn't tell at first, but the scents of the men outside started changing. The sounds they made as well. Heartbeats which were prone to change became completely static.

Then came the odd phone call the owner got. Not only could he listen in, but he also quickly realized that the speaker was very close by. It gave him hope that this situation could be turned around.

Then their "Lieutenant" Walked in. the man and his goons were...inhuman. Something was completely different in them. But Logan was bothered by something else. Next to one of the goons was an empty spot. Nothing was actually there and he picked nothing up with his eyes, nose or ears. Yet something told him something was wrong.

The girl was eventually released and was allowed to return to her father. Both Logan and the owner quickly realized that this was the signal and he could only stare in surprise as the goons began offering their own colleagues. Most would have thought the cause of this was infighting, but not everyone could tell that something was inherently wrong with the men.

After they left the store, he grew especially concerned when the spot he had been staring at begins to flicker as a young girl emerges.

His mind came to one conclusion: Telepath. He didn't know much about Xavier, but he was certain that he wasn't the type to have a bunch of men butcher each other in cold blood. So that meant that this girl was dangerous.

He quickly pulled out his claws in preparation to fight. Attacking someone like Charles was probably impossible, but this girl had them kill each other. Meaning she can't just take control if she wants to. That gives him a chance to win. He'll try to knock her out and maybe bring her back to Xavier. Hopefully he wo-

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of hammers being cocked from two hand guns. Looking to the side, he sees the store owner pointing both weapons at him. He raises his right hand in return:" Listen Bub...this girl..is dangerous, ok. You saw what she did."

The owner keeps his guns aimed at him and answers:" Oh I know. I've known for quite some time. I also know she just saved my daughter's life. So I suggest you pull those claws back to where they came from Mittens."

The situation only seems to escalate further before all of a sudden, the girl runs into the guns line of sight with her back turned to Logan:" Woah woah Floyd Chill out!" She yells out with her arms raised.

Logan slowly realizes he could have easily skewered the girl just now and she must realize it as well. The now named, Floyd, slowly lowers the guns as the safety of his guns is put on.

After that, she finally turns to Logan:" Now before you judge me. How else was I supposed to solve that situation?"

Logan slowly has his claws retract, but he still keeps his hands at the ready:" Maybe have them choked out something. Little girl killing a bunch of dudes is a bit much don't you think!"

The girl only looked at him in disbelief at that. She continued to stare before her eyes narrowed:" be realistic man. If they had survived to tell the tale, then Floyd would never be safe. This way I can have Karnelli explain the situation to his superiors and discourage them from going after Floyd again. Keeping these guys alive would have fucked up any chance of that happening...Besides, you more than anyone should know that killing is sometimes the only option."

While he did partially agree to her plan, he didn't really like it. Those thoughts were however dashed with that final comment.

"Kid, you know this guy?" Floyd asks instead.

The girls in turn only smirks while still keeping her eyes on Logan:" Yeah. Guy's a legend. Hell i'm sure even you heard about him back in the day. This guy is The Wolverine." she says while pointing at him.

Logan grew downright shocked and confused that someone might actually know him. Xavier had supposedly looked into him but they found no traces.

Floyd himself soon widened his eyes as he asked:" Wait a second...You mean Team X? Stryker's crew? That Wolverine?"

No bells rang out from any of the names he mentioned, but the girls still confirmed it:'' the very same. So I suggest not shooting him. I have a feeling he might spit out your bullets. Besides, I don't think you'd want to shoot a War Hero.``

Floyd only chuckles in response as he puts the guns back under the counter:" Yeah you have a point there...still, didn't expect someone like you to show up here. Name's Logan right?"

Logan only nods his head as he continues staring at the two in shock. He slowly brings his hands down and stares at the two once more. He had been looking for answers for 10 years and now it just plops into his lap. Fate really has it out for him.

He slowly coughs before asking:" This may sound a bit strange...but could you maybe tell me who I was...I mean, who I am..I may be blurry on some important aspects of my life.."

Floyd stares on in confusion as expected, but the girl narrows her eyes in suspicion. She eventually responds:" Before we answer, last I checked you lived in Canada, not New York. I mean you could be on vacation, but I just want to ask if you're staying in Westchester right now."

His own eyes narrow in suspicion:" You mean Xavier? Yeah i'm staying with him right now...if you know about him, I would've expected you to be a student of his."

She only scoffs at this:" Hah! As if I'm joining that pretentious child army that is acting as if it was a school. I Don't trust the baldy...And I wonder why he didn't help you out. I mean sure, your story ain't exactly accessible to the public, but Xavier has the resources...i think at least. "

Logan only shakes his head:" no...He said he found no trace of me...are you saying he lied?"

She slowly shakes her head:" Not necessarily..he's more of the kind of guy who tries to hide stuff to protect others from the truth...Could also be too lazy to use any government connections to find out about you...or maybe he just didn't think of that. I'm certain he could've gotten some tidbits for you though.``

He eventually lowers his head in thought. What she said probably was the truth concerning Xavier. And judging by how the girl acted, she probably assumed Charles would claw the answer out of someone's skull. Something he would probably never do. But he can't ponder on that. Not when these two have answers." Well in any case. Can you tell me about me? Some details would really help.``

Floyd raises his hands at that and shakes his head:"Don't look at me. To me you're some Spec-ops legend and that's about it. The girl probably knows more about you"

Logan looks back to the girl. She also closes her eyes:" Well I don't really know much about you myself. I know a decent bit about your military career, but the rest isn't really known to me...Tell you what" She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a small card with a phone number on it.``I need to be somewhere soon and this requires more time to talk about. But I won't leave you hanging. Your real name isn't actually Logan but James Howlett. Logan is just a nickname. You have quite the fascinating history and I don't mind filling in the blanks later on."

He slowly takes the card and says:" James...Howlett...thanks kid...I'll give you a call then. Better not leave me hanging."

She only smirks in return:" Wouldn't dream of it old man."

He smirks at that:" Brat". With that done, he heads towards the door before being interrupted by her again

" Hold on a sec. Mind not telling Xavier about me?...or at least don't tell him about my ability?"

He stares back in confusion before deciding that he could humour her request. He got his name back because of her. Hje may as well show some good will in return:'' Fine kid. He might ask, but I won't tell him about your ability." he receives a bright smile in return before he finally leaves to store.

Just in time to see some of the goons now returning with cleaning materials to remove the blood and guts from the store. He'll admit, the kid was scary, but that isn't a big concern right now.

Now, he has a name to look up.

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Jeanne Dark

After that meeting I generally think I did quite well. Floyd quickly brought Zoe back and began calming her down. She was a sniffling mess but her dad quickly began consoling her.

I on the other hand finally took the time to look at my notifications.

+ 29 x 2500 XP (72,500)

Level up!

REP with Floyd Lawton +15 (60) For saving his Daughter's life

Perk Acquired "Eye of the professional": Professional assassins and hitmen will be more likely to show you respect and willingness to work with you.( Rep Gains with Professional Killers doubled)

Rep with James Howlett 15 x 2 (Those left behind) (30) For giving him knowledge of his true identity

Wind magic has leveled up to 38

Soul Magic has leveled up to 67

Necromancy has leveled up to 49

Not bad at all. Not to mention that one of my perks finally helped out as well. If I recall, Those left behind doubled the REP gain from those dwelling on a loss. I guess his memories applied in this case. I was certain it would be more affected by deaths in the family or something. Cool that it applied like this.

I think me worming my way into his head worked out quite well and I think it may work out in the future….Not to mention that he's really handsome.

I finally turn back to Floyd whose daughter seems to have calmed down quite a bit and is now heading up to her room. I only ask:``Is she gonna be ok?"

He gives me a small nod:" Yeah...she's a tough kid...though it would have been worse if she saw what you did. Thanks for the warning. And thanks for everything there...i don't think I could have made it on my own.``

I smile in return:" Think nothing of it. You were in trouble and what kind of loyal customer would I be if I don't help out?"

He chuckles at that:'' A normal one...speaking of which, mind control something you can do now? Pretty sure Mutants didn't work like that...is that the reason you also don't want this "Xavier" knowing about you?"

I nod at his deduction:" Yeah. I'm a bit far from the norm and I do not want Xavier finding out about me."

"Something about a child army and a school?" he remarks

shake my head in frustration:" Yeah. Though that is more my opinion, I do think it true. The guy runs a school for Mutants and is one himself. In secret he also gives them combat training to have them fight for the mutant cause or equality and all that shit. He means well, but that stuff is mandatory in his school and I don't plan on getting indoctrinated anytime soon"

Floyd laughs a bit at that:" I have a feeling whoever tries to indoctrinate you is in for a surprise..." He chuckles a bit more before going down to his knees and begins reaching for something beneath the counter. He pulls out two cases and puts them on the counter.

I can guess what is inside them and quickly look around to see if anyone can see what's going on from outside. The evening sun is spilling out into the streets and basically no one is outside right now. Meaning it's safe to buy some guns from a pawnshop right now.

He opens up the first case and I'm greeted with a sight I really wasn't expecting. It's a pistol looking more like a shortened rifle to be honest. Its frame is mainly made of wood with the barrel and trigger being the main metal components.

Floyd begins presenting his first gun:" it's not the biggest selection, but these are what I had. This is the Thompson Contender G2. Its a break-action single-shot pistol using .223 Remington rounds. It won't jam and packs a punch. As expected, the biggest issue is the fact that it only has one round and reloading might take too long."

I only stare in amazement at the absurd coincidence. To think that it was Kiritsugu Emiya's signature gun that would appear here. I like my Fate stuff, but I can't decide yet. I still have to see the other one after all.

Floyd opens the case and a considerably larger pistol is revealed. It had a wooden grip and the rest was made of metal. The top part reminded me more of the type of mechanism found in a rifle rather than a pistol. The barrel also stood out to me.

Floyd eventually began describing it as well:" This is the .44 Auto mag. It's a large caliber semi-automatic pistol designed to use .429-inch, 240-grain bullets at about the same velocity as the .44 Magnum revolver. It features a rotary bolt with locking lugs located at the front similar to the M16/AR-15 rifle. Its main purpose was to give handgun owners .44 Magnum power in a semi-automatic pistol. Main issues here are reliability.

It's more of a luck thing to be honest. Only a set number of these were made before being discontinued back in the 70s. Some were really good and some sadly weren't. This one has the habit of jamming after firing three or four rounds. It's stronger than the other one but may fail you in a critical moment."

With that now done, he looks at me once more:" Like I mentioned over the phone, these weren't really made for proper combat but are rather collector's items. I would try to get you a rifle, but I guess you would have said so in that case."

I nod at the question while still inspecting the two guns. He eventually asks:" So what will it be?"

I think about the question. To be honest the automag was attracting me the most. I was going to enchant the gun with runes anyway so I might be able to fix the reliability issue. It was stronger and reloading wasn't as much of a pain. Not to mention I could afford to miss unlike the other one...

I may like the contender, but I won't take it if its main selling point is the fact that it was used in fate...

I look at Lawton once more:" The Automag then."

He nods in return and begins prepping the case and also giving me the required ammo. It's a special type designed for the pistol so I might need to make my own eventually. I bring out my inventory and pull out the 6,000$ he asked of me.

As he finished preparations, I asked him:'' Thanks for telling me about the disadvantages of them as well. Makes you a better salesman...You know, I expected it from you, but you really know your guns. I know you usually use rifles and those bracelet thingies, but I gotta ask what's your favourite Machine gun? I'm just curious actually.``

He ponders as he hands over the case containing the Auto mag:" Well I don't actually use a "machine gun" like you do. Most people can't effectively carry that thing around and I value accuracy over destructive power. When it comes to assault rifles I'm a bit more split. There are different ones for any type of situation...But I guess when your back is against the wall and you don't have a lot of resources then there is always one option left.``

He coughs into his hand before continuing:'' Cheap and reliable as I said. Of all the weapons in the vast Soviet arsenal, nothing was more profitable than the Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947, more commonly known as the AK-47, or Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle, a weapon all fighters love. An elegantly simple nine pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood, it doesn't break, jam, or overheat. It will fire whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy even a child could use it, and they do. The Soviets put the gun on a coin. Mozambique put it on their flag... Since the end of the Cold War, the Kalashnikov has become the Russian people's greatest export. After that comes vodka, caviar, and suicidal novelists... One thing is for sure, no one was lining up to buy their cars. "

He gives a smirk after the little explanation and I only laugh at the humour he crammed in there. Didn't expect an AK to be honest but hey, that's what i get for assuming. I continue chuckling for a bit before taking the case and putting it into my inventory:" Well Floyd, it's been fun." I turn and see the goons still cleaning up the blood from earlier. I turn back to Floyd" Give them some time to clean up and they'll be out of your hair.``

he interrupts me before I leave:" Hey Jeanne...I owe you ok. If you need anything give me a call"

I was about to say he didn't need to bother before realising that I might actually have use for him. I turn back to face him:" Even if it's a hit?"

His eyes widened briefly before giving off a small sigh:" Yes... i'd be willing to do that...only one though. I'm done with that lifestyle."

I hold my chin in thought:" I can respect that...Well might as well tell you the target then. But you can't ask me why."

His eyes narrow once more:" Fine...Who do you want offed?"

My eyes take on a sinister Glimmer:" Well it's a bit complicated. But in three weeks, Justin Hammer is holding a demonstration at the Stark Expo in Queens. I want you to snipe him when he is dragged out by the police.``

His eyes widened at that:" Well you don't joke around. Hammer is high profile...Why would the police arrest him though? Adn at the Stark Expo of all places? Me and Zoe wanted to check that out actually."

I quickly yell out at that:" Don't! Seriously when Hammer holds his demonstration a lot of shit will go down and you don't want Zoe anywhere near that...I just need you to snipe him when he is dragged off...and maybe make it look like some Government Spec ops did it. Hammer is under investigation and we want Hammer's accomplices in the government to be found out as well. If he is offed before he can talk it will be a good reason to expand the investigation into any corrupt politicians he knew. It will also prevent the chances of him walking away scot free."

He raises his hands at this:" Woah woah Jeanne, this is a bit much. What did Hammer even do to warrant this kind of response. The guy's a weasel but not an evil one."

I retort at that:" The Attack in Monaco on Stark? That guy was one of his. The expo will not just be that, it will be even worse. So can I count on you to get him?" I ask in resolution.

He scratches the back of his head:" Shit Jeanne that is seriously...well it wasn't above my old pay-grade...But yeah, I'll do it..."

I give him a smile as I turn back to the exit:" Be seeing you Deadshot."

With that, I exit the store and begin walking home. I really got a lot done today and I can't wait to prepare my new toys. I needed something for servants and the particular gods that will show up in New Mexico. With this, I have a decent strategy in the works.

I look over my HUD and notice the time. It's gotten quite late and I have to prepare. Peter is visiting after all and I will make him mine tonight.

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Hey everyone! Sorry for not updating for so long. Not sure if I get another chapter out before Christmas so I'll say it now.]

Merry Christmas everyone! (Or happy Holidays in other cases!)

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Edit: For those concerned. i've thought about this and i believe i wont have Jeanne and Peter have a full lemon. Only Kissing and lewd Handholding until they are older. the next scene will be very different to what is expected anyway. they are both 13 now and i want to wait a bit for now.

For those wanting a lemon with a man, check the sidestory as that has already happened there.