Author's Note: This might be a weird place to take the story at this point. So how about those local sporting teams, eh.
The day started out with a glorious sunrise that filled Pat with a hope that was only magnified by the events of last night. The information that they were given on Wilson Fisk was futile, not usable in the court of law but it would lead them to info that could be used in that fusion and if not, he could still release it on the sly at least then people would know Fisk existed. That was when Pat looked at the TV.
He sat still fuming at the person on screen, the bald on the man was enraging him to a level that he hadn't thought possible before, he could practically feel his eyes start to burn, the arms of the chair he sat was cracking under the light strain he was putting it under. The info they had gotten off that AIM woman was worthless because of this.
"My name is Wilson Fisk," He stood there speaking with a microphone, his peering into the camera as if looking at me. "And I am a son of this city, I was born here, became a man here," His hand sought out and found a lady's beside of him. "I have had fortune fall upon me in recent years and I want to share it, to help make this city better." Fisk leaned back slightly waving to the man behind him.
"My name is Jim O'Reilly," Fuck. "You may remember me from an incident that happened a while ago involving a furniture store, and until recently I hadn't been living my life as the most righteous of fellows, but Mr. Fisk has given me the chance to be better, for myself and for my daughter," He took a deep breath. There were tears in his eyes. "And he wants that for this city, a city corrupted by gang warfare and violent thugs masquerading as heroes."
This was when the far larger Fisk took the speaking role back from Jim, he was the picture of serenity, his pose was as elegant as his attire. The TV's screen began to have a white spot.
"That is my dream, the dream that everyone working with me shares," He looked through the crowd of reporters in front of him. "We want to make this city a better place." The TV exploded, flames erupting from its formerly black frame. That was when Ben walked into the room, took one look at the TV and then at Pat.
"Your paying for that."
The newsroom was a hustle and bustle place of pure madness as Ben and Pat entered the meeting room for what would be the weekly meeting that would discuss who was doing to what for throughout the week. Everyone was the gathered around a large table, some like Pat, Ben and Mitchell had seats but others like Caldwell had to stand due to the sheer amount of people here because this was one of the busiest weeks and we needed everyone on board.
"Pat," Mitchell spoke up to him, having already given others their duties. "Since Ben isn't available for the work anymore for an event like the Fisk Fundraiser that is set for the end of the week you are doing it, and that is not negotiable"
"That's great! It will be a good continuation of my piece on O'Reilly." Pat smiled widely closing his eyes while facing Mitch, an attempt to keep his rage from boiling over and having my newly discovered Heat Vision.
"That's good." He told his worker awkwardly, haven expected Pat to react like his mentor would have to such news, he thought that it would be a fight. With that order of business over with everyone left the room as quickly as they had arrived into the room. Leaving the place as empty as Darkseid's heart.
Ben quickly walked up to Pat, matching his pace as they left the building, Pat to get ready for the Fundraiser and Ben so that it would he could go on his newly scheduled lunch break.
"Be careful," Ben told him, his face set in a frown. "If you're going to interview Fisk, don't say anything that could even remotely be used to sense your real motives out and make yourself as friendly as possible," He searched Pat's face for a sign of something. "I would say be yourself but your much too rude to people normally so don't be that, be Mitchell instead"
"How funny," Was the sarcastic response the mentor got. "You missed your calling, you should have gone for being a comedian," Pat turned around, walking backward so he could face Ben. "Afterall, Your writing is so bad it's funny"
"Oh," The elder responded, his hand on his chest. "That burn is almost as good as the one you gave the TV." Ben chuckled.
That shut the recently rather smart mouth of Pat, he had been riding a high which had fallen so low this morning that Ben instantly noticed, the Fisk reveal had shaken the man slightly, as well enraged. Pat was finding Fisk to be an annoyance, without knowing the man's real plan he had thought he would be able to guess based on what he remembers from the older marvel related stuff he knew. He was wrong.
The info that he had received from Wilton was that Fisk had hired AIM to kill him and Matt, also that he was working with far more groups than just the Russians. The Chinese and the Japanese groups were also working together with him for nefarious purposes that she didn't know. When they had got all they could from her, Matt threw her off the building. She survived but is in the hospital at the moment, not in a coma but her legs are broken as well as her left arm and nose. Also, some of her teeth had been broken when I knocked her to the floor and other injuries.
The point is she is alive, traumatized but alive.
Pat supposed it was better than just killing her in cold blood but he also knew that she would return with even greater forces. Which given the amount he was holding back in the last fight, didn't mean much in terms of intermediate threat. They send better forces, he just has too up his game, they couldn't match him at this point. Pat just hoped it would stay that way otherwise he would entertain more extreme measure.
He didn't like the idea, Pat could still remember the vacant look that accompanied death. The despair and sadness it could cause people, but also the crushing guilt that with along with it. He would do almost anything to avoid that feeling again.
"Hey," Ben started, placing a hand on Pat's shoulder taking him out of his depressed mood. "I know Fisk has managed to catch you off guard, but don't let him cause you to make mistakes," He smiled slightly, then in a low voice, he said. "Your recent attacks on the Russians have left them with so little manpower that from what we can tell they basically dead in the water, that is something "
What that note the two parted ways, so while Ben was going off to lunch Pat had realized something important. He didn't know a good place to rent a good suit and everyone he knew who wore suits were too small for him to borrow. Pat was a bit too embarrassed to ask Ben after such a suited exit, it would feel a bit too unorganized. He pulled out his phone pressing the screen so that rang the selected person.
"Hey Matt, do you know any place to rent a suit?"
He was one of the most wealthy people in the world, with access to technology that would make the rest of the world weep. He has had failures, worked with people that proved incapable of the tasks assigned to them. Whether by purposely choosing to betray him or because he overestimated their ability to get results it didn't matter, he had been burned too much.
No, it was time for action, he slides holograms across, sliding them over the air making schematics of mechanical armor suits appear in front of him. Then he collapsed the images with a snap of his fingers. A new idea entered his mind, if armor failed the first time then perhaps it wasn't the answer.
"If metal didn't work, then other ventures may have more luck," He spoke slowly sitting down and clasping his hands together. "Yes, I know just what to do." Robert da Costa arose once more from his seat, walking over the rather large and unseemly widow he turned his back to the only other occupant in the room.
"Susie," He said towards his meek secretary. "Get the head of the Intelligence division, I want to run something by him."
Tony Stark sat, alone in the recently rebuilt armor room of his also recently rebuilt mansion. The automated machines continued their work creating his newest designed armor. It incorporated several features that he thought up to counteract the rather cold breath the Blueman had showcased, it would also have several features that would allow him to restrain someone with enhanced strength. There was a loud knock at the door.
"Come in," His focus still on the suit being created but he was aware enough to call someone in. "I'm decent."
The being that entered was a man with red colored skin, his clothes were of a more ordinary make, this created a contest that would set people off at times. That such an alien looking man would dress in such a human manner, such a plain manner. This man was the Android, Vision.
Powered by the Mind Stone, one of six gems when brought together granted one the power of infinity, and having a body made of the toughest of materials, Vibranium, he had many powers that defied the normal expectation of man. Flight, strength, and forehead beams, these were just some of the powers made him one of, if not the, strongest beings on the Earth right now.
"Good your here," Tony spoke out his chin being scratched in thought. "It's time we discussed our game plan."
"Certainly sir, what do you have in mind?"
"We don't want this to de-evolve into fighting," Stark waved himself into a chair, Vision doing the same to keep their eyes at level with each other. "You're the toughest of us, so you go in all calm like and explain that we just want to talk"
"That seems fair, but what exactly do want with him? You never explained"
"Look enhanced people don't need the publicity that masked vigilantes bring at the moment, I can see through this media buzz about to see that his heart is in the right place but he's a moron that will only make things worse"
"I don't think we should start talks it by calling him a moron sir," The Vision told him, his calm voice portraying his sarcasm far better than Tony thought it should have. "Is the plan for him to join our new Avengers team, we are a bit short on members at the moment."
"Maybe," He said thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair to watch the armor being made at a better angle. "We also need to get that Arc Reactor off his hands, and I don't want to recruit him if he's some kind of an asshole so the reactor is the priority"
"Yes sir, no recruiting him if he's like you." The android had left the room before Tony had managed to form a reply. The machine phasing through the door not feeling the need to open it this time.
"Smart alec." Tony scoffed at the retreating Vision. He turned to the numbers for the newest design of his suit, shifting the image of the schematics towards a different armor.
A armor with the model number of Mark XLIX, it was a big armor maybe even bigger than the Incredible Hulk himself, and Tony hoped it was stronger as well, his fear of coming future threat that he yet discover mixing with his faith in technology could easily become a dangerous thing. It had already before and they say that history repeats.
"Sir, there is a message for you that we just recently received, do you want to hear it?"
"Put it on FRIDAY." He responded.
"Mr. Stark you are cordially invited to attend The Wilson Fisk Fundraiser for help gathering funds that the city will use to…" The message continued on from there, mentioning a time and place for which it would take place on. Tony's interest in attending events like these had lessened over the years and he found himself no longer attending them but this time he had a good feeling about this one. He would attend, after all, he was going to be in the area anyway, Tony would just attend the fundraiser and then he would deal with this Blueman.
Author's Note: Once again feeling under the weather so this took far longer to write than it should have taken me to write. This might have affected the writing quality itself so far. I will properly look this over again tomorrow for mistakes in plot and grammar because I am spent right now.
I wonder if the Russians having lost so many people that their operation just collapses is even a reasonable thing to happen, well at least there is still the Irish to contend with at that level, well until the Punisher shows up and wipes them out from afar. I wonder what events people think have been completely butterflyed away in this story compared to canon?
What kind of suit do you think Tony will use against Blueman?
Anyway, what are your opinions on future costumes for Blueman? Design wise that is?