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Ulysses Klaue was a damn good businessman.

I've been in the MCU for a little over a month now, and I knew that statement as a cold hard fact. Sure, Klaue had worked on the wrong side of the law, but that didn't take away from the fact that he knew what he was doing in the weapons business. After years of being one of the best black market weapons dealers, Klaue had amassed a strong network of high profile clients. Influential people who had access to things that Klaue did not. Some of who owed Klaue favors.

I didn't like what was now essentially my past; however, I couldn't deny that it did have its uses. If I had been reincarnated or whatever I was as a hero, I wouldn't have been able to get what I needed for my plan. And after only four weeks of living in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, my master plan was well underway. And it's all thanks to Klaue being an arms dealer. I thought walking through the halls of the ship that was my base of operations. No matter much I disliked what Klaue had done in the past, I couldn't deny how useful the acquaintances he had made were.

Without them, I'd be nothing but a dreamer with a ridiculous plan to become a king.

But with them? I stopped in the security room on the Churchill.

With them, I had the means to accomplish my goals. I grinned as I sat down in front of the monitor showing live footage of the makeshift med-bay. Strapped down to an operating table, one Kevin Thompson wiggled about trying to get free of his restraints.

I could see his mouth moving, but there were no microphones in the room, and the walls were soundproof. To everyone but Kevin, the room was silent. I couldn't afford to take chances with someone as dangerous as Kilgrave. Not when he could kill me with just a few words.

Reaching out, I pulled the wireless keyboard sitting below the monitor towards me.

'Nod once if you receive this message.' I typed. In his room, Kevin froze on the operating table. Then his head nodded a single time.

My grin grew at the action. Perhaps what I was doing was immoral...no scratch that, it definitely was immoral. I just didn't have it in me to care. And it wasn't remnants of the old Klaue that made me not care. Kilgrave was a monster, plain and simple. He would get no sympathy from me.

'As you can see, you only have one natural eye.' I started typing again. 'Your left eye is now a transplant that allows me to see everything you do."

I could see Kevin frowning, and his lips started moving again. He was yelling now, and I quickly typed another message. 'The room you are in is soundproof. Your powers won't work.'

The effect of my message was instantaneous. Kevin froze like a deer caught in headlights, and his eyes looked like they were going to fall out of his skull. Maybe he thought I was one of his past victims come back to haunt him?

'From this moment on you work for me and will obey all orders given too you by me.' I typed another message. 'Next to your bed is a pen and pad. Write what you wish to say, but never speak without my permission.'

I pressed the small metal button on the table in front of the monitors, and Kevin restraints snapped loose. He sat up and reached for the pen and pad immediately.

'What if I don't?' He scribbled down on the pad.

I smiled and pressed the keys that activated the Backscatter's failsafe. Kevin jolted, dropping the pen and pad as he flopped back onto the metal operating table, spasming uncontrollably, his mouth wide open in a silent scream.

You're just lucky I need you alive. I thought as I watched the evil man writhe. If his powers weren't such a large part of my plans, I'd have put a bullet in his head. I shut off the failsafe, and Kevin's body went limp.

'Do you understand now?' I asked him. 'Nod if you do.'

He nodded weakly on screen.

'Good. That was just a small taste of the pain I can inflict if you do not do everything I say. There is also a bomb implanted in your new eye. A last-ditch security measure in case you try and escape using your powers.'

The threat was genuine, there was a bomb in Kevin's head, but I'd never activate it. Not until he had done everything I needed him to. Behind me, the door to the security room was pulled open. A large, bald, South African pirate stepped into the room. He had an assault rifle hanging over his chest and a pistol strapped to his side. I stood up to meet him.

The pirate was a good head taller than me, and if I were anyone other than Ulysses Klaue, I would have pissed in my pants.

"What is it?" I asked with a frown. My new South African accent still sounded strange to my ears.

"We're docked." The pirate said, and his eyes slid from me to the monitors. "Is he worth Vibranium?"

I smirked and nodded. "What I traded for him? Yes."

Cybertek had been surprised and angry that an arms dealer knew about their secret technology, but they had still been more than happy to make a deal with me once I offered them just a small piece of Vibranium for a half dozen of their Backscatter eyes. With Kilgrave in my 'employ,' the extra eyes weren't needed at the moment, but I didn't plan on keeping the sociopath around forever.

"Get him ready," I said. The pirate nodded, leaving the room. I sat down in front of the monitor, watching as Kilgrave was led from the room.

Over the next twenty hours, I watched as Kevin was escorted off the Churchill, driven to a helicopter that transported him to an airstrip where he then boarded a private jet Klaue owned and was flown to New York. A traffic-filled ride into the city had Kilgrave jumpy, and I watched closely, my finger hovering over the keyboard, ready to shock the hell out of him if he opened his mouth.

It wasn't what I imagined life inside the MCU would be like, but staring at a computer screen, sure as hell beat dying. So, for now, I had to fight for my survival by proxy.

'Go to sleep.' I sent the message to Kilgrave when he reached the safehouse. I did not know the exact dates, but I knew that Fury's Big Week was during the Stark Expo. During that week, there was so much technology in New York that it was a weapon trafficker wet dream. Hammer Drones with Arc Reactors, Blonsky with his Super Solider Blood. Either of those two things alone could set someone up for life if sold to the right person.

But that wasn't what I was after. Why settle for a one-off when I could go straight after the suppliers. With Kilgrave's powers under my control, Justin Hammer, Ivan Vanko, Emil Blonsky, and Doctor Samuel Sterns would be puppets dancing to my tune.

Hammer, Vanko, and Blonsky, I didn't feel guilty about controlling. Due to my interference, New York would be spared millions of dollars in property damage, and who knows how many lives I would be saving.

As for Dr. Stern, well, Project Mr. Blue is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s name for their research on Samuel Sterns' mind after being mutated by the blood of Bruce Banner. And since S.H.E.I.L.D. is actually HYDRA, I figure I'm saving him from some rather invasive surgery's.

Nodding to myself, I typed a quick message, not to Kilgrave, but the men with him. 'Tape his mouth shut. And cuff him to the bed."

I yawned watching the screen as my employees did as told. I had been up for almost twenty-four hours; it was time for me to crash.

The next day, I woke up before Kilgrave. After letting the monster get a solid nine hours, we've got a big day ahead of us, and I need him well-rested, I sent a message for my men to wake him up.

With a bowl of cereal in my lap, I type the second message of the day, sending it to Kilgrave and my men.

'Take Kevin to the Hammer Industries warehouse in Queens.' I don't know if Justin will be there, but I'm positive Vanko is. We can get him under control today, then get Justin when he inevitably shows up to ask about his drones.

This is almost too easy. It was a bad thought to have, and I scolded myself as I ate my cereal, watching Kilgrave travel to Queens.

I couldn't afford to get cocky. Yes, having Kilgrave do my work for me made it ridiculously easy to get what I want. However, that did not mean I could relax. Sooner or later, he would test me; I had to be ready.

Through Kilgrave's eyes, I could see the Hammer Industries warehouse. The nondescript black BMW slowed to a stop.

'Get out.' I typed, and Kilgrave complied, climbing out of the car. 'Go inside and find Ivan Vanko. Do not hurt anyone.'

Kilgrave walked through the front door. The cute blonde secretary at the front desk didn't get a word in before he had her enthralled.

"Take me to Ivan Vanko," Kigrave said.

"Of course, right this way." the woman smiled, getting out of her seat.

I frowned as I watched the pair walk through the building. No matter who they came across, whether it was a guard or a scientist, Kilgrave handled them with ease.

"I'm supposed to be here, don't worry."

"Don't call security, why would you do that? You're glad I'm here."

It was a bit frightening, seeing how much power Kilgrave had. It's a good thing he's working for me. And that I knew how to bag him.

Sedating him from a distance with a tranquilizer was something the men I sent after him had scoffed at. Kevin Thomspon wasn't an intimidating man. He was tall, but lanky, obviously not a fighter. They didn't understand that it wasn't Kevin who was dangerous; it was Kilgrave. If they had approached before he was out cold, Kilgrave would have ordered them to step into oncoming traffic or throw themselves off a building.

Luckily for me, the pirates respected Klaue and followed my orders to the letter.

"Who are you?" Vanko's heavy accent came through the speaker. Kilgrave had found him.

'Tell him it doesn't matter who you are.' I typed

"It doesn't matter who I am," Kilgrave said. Vanko nodded, repeating the words.

I was practically bouncing in my chair as I typed my next instructions. 'Tell him to disable the Hammer Drone's weapon systems.'

Like a parrot, Kilgrave complied. "Disable the Weapon systems on the Hammer Drones."

Good, I nodded as Vanko went to work doing just that. 'Tell him to call Justin Hammer and say that they have a complication with the drones.'

"Call Justin Hammer, tell him there is a complication with the drones."

I couldn't hear Vanko's phone call, but within the hour, Justin Hammer was standing in front of Kilgrave.

"Uh, Ivan...who is this?" Hammer asked.

'Tell him to call off his appearance at the Stark Expo. Hammer Industries will not be displaying any Hammer Drones.' I typed.

"Inform anyone you must that your company will not be participating in the Stark Expo."

Hammer calls Senator Stern and a bunch of other people I didn't see in Iron Man 2 before frowning. No doubt wondering why he just did what he did.

'Tell Hammer to acquire safe transport out of the city for a fugitive.'

Leaning back in my chair, with a satisfied smile on my face, I watched as Kilgrave works his magic. Now we wait for Blonsky and Bruce to find Dr. Stern.

Bruce could go free, but I wanted Blonsky before he turned into the Abomination and Stern after he was infected with Bruce's blood.

I love it when a plan comes together!