Chapter 3: Information
"So, what you're telling me is, you found a strange substance on your suit, and instead of doing the smart thing to do, you decided to keep it?"
"Well when you say it like that, it makes it seem like he's a malicious entity. But I didn't come here to get your righteous speech of truth, justice, and the American Way," the billionaire smirked at the super soldier.
The ancient soldier stared at Tony with a reluctant expression. "I'm afraid that I don't know what you're planning to do so you'll have to spell it out for me,"
"So! The black stuff on my suit claims it's an alien that can take the traits of its host and boost them. Since it called itself an alien, I was hoping I could hit up Point Break and grab his opinion on this." Tony exclaimed. "Also Jarvis might've or might've not forced me to come here the moment it claimed to be an alien."
"So if it wasn't for Jarvis you wouldn't have come here? I don't what I expected from you." The gamma scientist shook his head.
"Come on! Do you know the possibilies that might come from this? If it can take the properties of whatever it possesses and boost them, think of what it could possibly do! Imagine Wonder boy here boosted to what could be double or even more of his natural abilities! Or even the big guy! Or even an alien powerful enough to be considered a god! Do you now understand the ramifications of an entity that could boost its host? Or do you want to call me crazy and leave me locked up in my lab?" Babbled the genius inventor.
The rest of the room remained silent. Pondering on the advantages of the being that was so mysteriously deposited on their laps.
Then the god of thunder himself walked in with all the consideration that he always shows. Which is to say, not at all.
"Son of Stark! It is great to greet you once more! Come! Let me show you my greetings!" Bellowed the god of thunder to the genius.
"Uh yeah, appreciate the enthusiasm and all, but I wanted to get your opinion on something." While slowly inching back from the son of Odin, he commented.
"Hm? What is it? Must be of an extraterrestrial nature for you to seek out my counsel upon a matter." Questioned the increasingly interested asgardian.
"Yeah, does black goop that needs a host to live and boosts its host's traits ring any bells?" Sipping from a shot glass, the inventor raised an eyebrow.
"What you're describing fits the description of the Klyntar. But I know not of any that are this close to Midgard." Muttered Thor.
"Klyntar? Mind elaborating?" Natasha tilted her head.
"Indeed not. The Klyntar are a race of symbiotic life forms that were created by The Dark Elder God Knull. Once they had freed themselves from his control, they possessed the bodies of the apex predators of their desolate planet. I suppose they could've arrived here by somehow entering a meteor. There is no limit to what it can possess." Explained the alien.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. So you're telling me that they were created by an evil god? Does this still sound like a good idea to you Tony?" Queried Clint.
"Well not as much now, but I'm sure it can't be that bad." Stated the businessman while walking to his liquor cabinet.
"Mr. Stark, the Mark 42 armor possessed by the symbiotic life form is currently enroute to your level."
Stated the AI.
"Well, speak of the devil" snickered Tony.