Author's Note: The Sun gives me the strength to write this chapter, Praise be that ball of nuclear fire.

There were people standing around in a parking lot. First, there were the glasses-wearing man of manner, James Wesley and his employer Mr. Wilson Fisk. Fisk stood literally head and shoulders above the rest of the people here, a giant wearing an expensive suit, his bald head glinting in the light, Fisk was a presence that none could ignore.

Leaving the room were other people, some were just bodyguards but four of them were very influential. There was Nobu Yoshioka, a Japanese man controlling all of the Yakuza's dealings in this city and he had even more mysterious connections. There was the Russians, Vladimir and Anatoly Ranskahov who controlled their Mafia with a mix ruthlessness and reward, they used a Veles Taxi as a front for their more illegal they were in charge pushing the another person's product in this city. Madame Gao.

Madame Gao was an elderly Chinese woman and one of the biggest heroin dealers in New York, the boss of hundreds of dealers throughout New York she was no doubt the biggest in the world, and like Nobu Yoshioka, she had connections to something far deeper than Wilson Fisk could imagine. The last person to be mentioned was the Leland Owlsley, a ruthless financier that ensured that none of the money being made could be traced by the government.

Together they formed one of the biggest criminal alliances the city had ever seen, they had the cops in their back pockets the law could do nothing to them. As of this moment, they were Hell's Kitchen. But not all sides were equal, the Russians were in trouble.

The meeting that was just finished was about the disaster that was the pier incident the day before. Although the Blueman, as he was being to be called now, was injured and would not be bothering them for a while, their actual target had escaped, The Man In the Black Mask. He not only had he escaped but thanks to that blue freak the Russians had lost a lot of their men in this operation.

The Kitchen Irish could smell blood in the water, they decided to betray them during the pier incident and with the new exotic weapons at their disposal they were taking apart what surplus men the Russians had left. It wasn't looking good for the Russians side of this alliance, if they didn't deal with their problems soon, their allies will turn on them.

"It doesn't look like the Russians will be able to deal with their issues," Wesley piped to his boss as other members of this alliance were out of earshot. "We might have to step in ourselves otherwise we can forget absorbing their operation into our own"

"Yes...I realize..that this new...Blueman," Fisk spoke out, his tone distinct, he had a unique but elegant way of speaking. "Will need a special touch, have you managed to procure the services of Mr. O'Reilly?"

"Yes of course," Wesley told him proudly. "He was an easy hire, you just have to push the right buttons"

"Good, now that part has been set up, I need you to get in contact with a certain special group"

"A special group?"

"Yes, they have gone through some hard times recently," Fisk took a deep breath, his shoulders shrugging. "Their management has changed a few years ago and since then they've been having trouble finding new financial backers"

"What group is this called, I haven't heard of any shake-ups in New York's underbelly recently"

"Ah apologies Wesley, I hadn't realized that I'd yet to say their name"

"That okay sir, these things happen"

"Yes, yes they do," Fisk admitted as the two finally stepped into their limo. "They're called Advanced Idea Mechanics."

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Even the thoughts of how to test my new revelation, to ensure that I was right, that I had somehow, either gained a Kryptonian body or have received similar powers to one. I think the sun was what was powering me but that was a guess. The best poof I could get without going to some mad scientist is to try for the other Superman powers. So first step, flight.

I already had Ben call me sick as an excuse when I had thought that I been too injured to come into the work, so I was free for the Day. Ben had told me that since he already called me in as sick, that it would have been suspicious for me to come in now. I would go in later anyway, just say that we misjudged an injury and I was actually fine, no need to have Mitchell worry about me.

I entered the abandoned warehouse that Ben helped me find a few weeks ago, to help test my powers in a more private setting than a junkyard. The warehouse was scheduled for demolition in a few weeks, so I would have to find a new place soon.

The warehouse was just one massive room with a ceiling higher than a normal man could possibly launch himself with a long pole. It was still too small for me to jump my max in here but it was fine because it was about staying in the air and not reaching higher than before.

I jumped high into the air and fell. I jumped again, only to be met with the same result as before. I decided to take this into a different thought process. What ways could I learn to fly, perhaps fiction could hold the answer. The Peter Pan method.

The happy thoughts part, I don't know where I could get a fairy to do the other part.

So I imagined the happiest parts of my life, the feeling of accomplishments I felt for my achievements, I let them fill me up and so I jumped once more. I went up, and up until I started to scrape the ceiling with the top of my head. For one second, a tiny second, I stayed airborne, not losing my newly gained height.

Then I started to slowly fall, just gently descending down onto the ground. I landed with all the force of a feather, a smile graced my lips as I leaped once more. This time overshooting and getting stuck in the ceiling.

"Hello, Pat you there?" Ben's voice yelled out from below me.

"Up here, "I yelled out to him from this embarrassing position.

"What are you doing up there?"

"You know, hanging about, how about you?"

"Fine, just on a break, thought I would come in a see how you were doing," Was the amused reply. "You don't need a hand getting down from there do you?"

"Nope," I took my free arms and pushed my head out of the roof. "Watch," I told him as I descended slowly, floating down to just above the ground, hanging in the air.

"That was amazing," Ben smiled. "How long can you stay like that?"

"I don't know," I pondered on this, thinking of a test. "Jump on my back," I told him, showing him said back.

"What?"

"I want to see if putting more weight on me causes me to fall"

Ben sighed, he obviously thought that this was a bit too silly of a test. He leaped on my back with no word. We floated there for a few seconds before Ben leaped off and I decided to finish landing.

"So you were telling on the phone," Ben started to ask me. "That you thought that had the same powers of an old comic book character, Superman?"

"Yeah that's right, why do you ask?"

"I'm not familiar with him and wondered what other powers you think you'll have, that's all," Ben told him, sighing and rubbing the back of his head. "All these superpowers are a new thing for me to see up this close"

"Flight, freeze breath, heat vision and something else, I just can't put my finger on it but I feel like there should be one more"

"That is an impressive list of powers," Ben walked forward kicking a bit of debris from the roof that had fallen when I hit it. "In fact, that might be more than the current Avengers have put together"

"I wonder how to activate freeze breath?" It had to more than blowing out air hard.

"I don't know but better point yourself somewhere else if you try that"

"What do you think I should try next?" I asked unsure of what power to try for next. I thought that I was going to get all of them anyway, so the order I tried for them didn't matter.

"I don't know," Was Ben interested but unhelpful reply. "Whatever you feel more comfortable doing"

I just started to practice floating around the place for a bit. It wasn't all that fast of a power yet but I imagine that it will only get faster over time. Soon I will be outpacing planes as well as cars.

"You know you're too powerful to stay unnoticed by the big boys forever," The elder reporter told him, his tone as serious as the subject.

"I know," I admitted, eventually I would have to step up away from a lot of street crimes, at least in terms of super heroics. After all the police are actually equipped to deal with them. "I just need more time to deal with this"

"Well that times is coming, whether your ready or not"

I needed time to figure out what my story is. How did I these powers, is it like Captain Marvel, the DC one that is, where someone has granted these powers to me or is this a Superboy-Prime situation I was an actual Kryptonian and therefore had been adopted. I hoped not, it would properly kill me inside if that was the case, it means I really have lied to for my whole life.

The best thing I could hope, besides the Captain Marvel solution that is would be a Cir-El situation, hope that I am a human that has been biologically grafted Kryptonian DNA. That would mean I someone's pawn and I was not going to allow that.

No matter the case, that just leads into who did this? And why am I here?

Caldwell had watched that little pet project of Ben's for a few months now ooze his way into the office. He used what her side employers confirmed but could not prove were fake IDs and no real qualifications to get a position that took others in the office years of study to get even started at. There was a better person for the job he had now.

Because Patrick Doyle was a fake.

She at least only gave out information to the other papers, sometimes it was just people with big wallets but was still what she did never really took any money out of the more deserving hands. Only leaked stories when it was too late for other to stop them from being released or whenever Mitchell decided not to publish a story.

No one was hurt.

But this mooching young man taking advantage of whatever bond Ben had with his dad was taking money out of not only the pocket of someone more deserving but also her. She could never find where he left his research for his articles, if she didn't know better she would have said he wrote them from memory. If she didn't know what he was writing then she couldn't leak it.

It was not like she could ask Mitchell when the leak happens they would look for the people who know. Mitchell and that Moocher wouldn't have leaked it and at times the only people that knew what articles were being written were the writer themselves and Mitchell. If she asked and it got leaked then she was the obvious source.

That was why she was searching through the drawers of Doyle. There was nothing on the computer so the research must have been on paper in the drawers if she could just find a piece of something. Her buyers were more interested in the new kid right now so that was where the money.

"Caldwell," She jumped in fright. It was the moocher. Look at with his without a hair on his face, a green plaid shirt, and his obviously fake glasses. "What are you doing at my desk"

"Aren't you meant to be sick, Ben told everyone that you got sick"

"Nah," Was Doyle's flippant reply. "I just hurt myself going down the stairs, we just overestimate how bad it was"

"You might want to go to Mitchell to explain that." Caldwell attempted to divert him by giving an actual good piece of advice to him.

Doyle just stood there, squinting at me as if I was the one mooching off of the kindness of Ben and Mitchell. It wasn't as if he was a good writer even.

"Don't think this is over," He warned her. "I see you so much as sniff around anyone else's desk without permission from them, Mitchell gets the word and you have to deal with him" She found to be a feeble treat, but was enraged at the act all the same.

With that the moocher left, no doubt off to see Mitchel, he was a fake but didn't lie about the small stuff like that. Still, that proved that he didn't keep any work at his desk for her to find. It was starting to piss her off, no one could be this good at keeping their info to their chest this early in their reporter career.

Perhaps she should be going at this from another angle. If she could leak the things he was writing about then perhaps she could get rid of him. He was under a fake name, she was sure, she would just have to find proof of it. Even if she couldn't, she'd only need fake it.

Soon she would be able to prove to everyone else that he was a fake. Then her career of leaking stories to the right bidders would be back on track.

There was a room, in this room sat a woman. She had red hair and pale skin, she was the last of her breed. A group of super soldiers working to destroy a certain man for their leader. The others had all gone the way of a balloon. Their old leader as well.

But not all was bad, she was now in a higher position in the organization that was ever possible before, all thanks to the process of elimination. Now she ran the security for what was left of one the most technologically advanced groups in the world.

While it was true that they had lost their most intelligent members at the same time as most of their super soldiers, that didn't mean that they hadn't advanced since them. Where before they only matched the level of Tony Stark, now they outmatched him and was all thanks to the same incident that gave her this position. The was only one thing that they lacked.

Funds.

They were running out of money to finance themselves, they wasted it on the last project and being that most of them were fugitives, their situation seemed hopeless. That was until a ring came from the phone at her desk.

"What is it," She practically glowed red, looking like would happen if you stuck a blub behind a sheet of paper. "I told you not to disturb me if it wasn't good news"

"Really," Her skin shimmered down, a smile now stretched out on her face. "That is interesting, tell Mr. Welsey that we would be interested in dealing with that for his employer if the price is right," She stood up now, her energy was too much now for her to sit still. "We aim to please after all."

Author's Note: Okay the first was going to be longer but then I remembered that Nobu and Gao are both only speaking their native tongues at the moment so there wasn't much I could do for that, so instead I went for the aftermath of the scene and just explained the important details. I hoped that it hadn't been too abridged for people.

Pat has discovered a new power. Flight, well floating, he hasn't got the experience yet with the power to turn that to flight. Since he now actually knows about his powers he is coming up with ideas about where they come from, and there is a reason for them.

I have finally given Caldwell a slight pov, I hope I gave her some depth to her character because she didn't have any in the show. I wanted to have an actual reason to dislike him, so I hope that came across.

AIM has come forward to mess with things, how will they fare against the Blueman, what advances have they made to make them think that they have surpassed Tony Stark, or do they only think that they have. Who is the red-headed leader of their security? These are all questions that I have the answers to.