Hey guys, I'm sorry this is taking me so long. I've got a lot of things going on right now, and I may be a little time to get through some of it. I'm trying to finish this story as best as I can, and I'm trying to do it quickly, but right now I just need a little bit of time to work on getting through this. I'll tell you about it someday, but right now, I need to work on myself.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Marvel.

The President was sat in the Oval Office when one of his aides walked in, a younger man by the name of Davis Gregory with soft blonde hair and a thick Georgia accent. "Sir, Norman Osborn is here to see you." Davis said and President Halloran frowned lightly.

"Norman Osborn? What the hell is he doing here?"

"Uh, he says it's concerning the incident with the... Thing that destroyed Harlem a few years ago."

"The Hulk?"

"No sir, the other one."

"Oh, the scary one!"

"Yes sir, the scary one. Well, he says it's concerning the incident with that the other day."

"Well... Okay, let him in." President Halloran sighed. Davis nodded and went to the waiting room before letting Norman Osborn in who had a very smug smile on his face.

"President Halloran, thank you for seeing me on such short notice. I promise I'll try to keep this brief."

"I have to say I was surprised when I was told you wanted to talk about the incident from a few days ago. There's a full scale investigation going into this you know, "Sorry, you want to run that one by me again?"

"I let him out. I let Blonsky out of his cage."

"Blonsky? That thing has a name?"

"Yes sir. He was a war hero and the perfect man for the job."

"He was- he was huge, and mutated and dangerous-"

"Yes, and he did his job perfectly. It's such a shame to lose such a valuable asset."

"Why?" President Halloran managed to blurt out.

"Simple. I had a target that needed to be taken out."

"What target could you possibly put him up against without it being overkill? They'll be scraping bodies up for weeks!"

"I hope so." Norman smirked. "I sent him to take care of those remaining bastards at SHIELD."

"SHIELD?!" the president turned to look back at Norman in horror. "You- You sent that thing to take out our own? How could you-"

"They weren't ours anymore. They were ordered to disband, they were ordered to join me, but they ignored it. They move off of American soil and were an active threat."

"How were they a threat?! They were off American soil, being quiet and not actively trying to hurt anyone, which is more than you can say with your little army of freaks!"

"Granted they need a little work, but with some more re-education, they'll be better." Norman said casually. "SHIELD was housing the Avengers, and had in their possession an asset I greatly needed."

"You had him kill the Avengers? Is that even possible?" the president was practically out of breath from shouting. He hadn't even freaked out this badly when his daughter was sixteen and dinged the car when she snuck out and went to a party with her friends.

"For the most part, they're only human."

"Did it work?"

"We believe so. There's been a report of casualties, and the last transmission they had was the announcement they were going black."

"Good god Osborn." the president sighed as he put his head in his hands. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Because the Avengers have been on almost every most wanted list there is- the FBI wouldn't change theirs, I think you should talk to them about cooperating with me more, but I think the American people deserve to know that the threat is no longer a problem."

"Norman, you sick bastard, you really want me to gloat about what you did?!" the president said in shock and a little bit of disgust.

"Yes." he replied easily

"No, they- the American people will not be happy! They love the Avengers, ever since that ET incident, they're going to be so upset."

"They'll change their mind. They'll grow to understand and accept the heroes they still have rather than pine for ones that turned their backs on them."

"When did they do that? All I saw happen was them turn their backs on you. Turn their backs on you because you're an evil little man who wanted to make them agree to be under your control. And when you couldn't get them to agree to everything you were doing you freaked out and had them exiled. Made them go underground! It's no wonder they went to Canada Osborn!"

"They kidnapped a New Yorker just a few weeks ago. A Young man named Peter Parker-"

"Peter Parker?! That kid with the anti-Osbcorp blog? I'm pretty sure they didn't have to kidnap him."

"They assaulted one of my agents."

"I'm sure he started it."

"MR. President, like it or not, the world security council chose me to try to keep this country safe on a level you couldn't begin to imagine. With that responsibility I have to make the hard choices. Choices pencil pusher like you can't make and I made the right decision, whether you or the American People think so." Norman said simply, as if he were explaining something to a small child.

"Norman, I'm not sure you understand the severity of the situation. You sent a rogue to a different country to take care of someone you considered a threat. No one else thought they were a threat, The Canadians are going to have your ass for this."

"Well I trust as the President you can explain it to them-"

"No, I can't and I won't. You dug yourself into this hole, and just because I'm the president doesn't mean shit. I didn't sanction this attack. Hell, they probably think it was an attack on them, you've got to talk to them, you've got to clean up your own fucking mess, or so help me god, I will strip you of every title, every asset, and every connection you have an throw you into Gitmo for the rest of your life."

"They closed Gitmo."

"Did they Norman? Did they?"

With that the President stood up, his hands shaking with fury as he pointed to the door. "Get the hell out of my office." he said, his voice shaking. Norman stood up slowly and looked the President over momentarily before he turned.

"When the reporters ask- and they will ask- you'll need to tell them something. Do you want it to be that it was all a plan, or that it was the work of a rogue government agency you have no control over pulling off one of the greatest assassinations since Bin Laden?" Norman asked and looked at the President who just pointed at the door.

"Out." he said dryly. Norman shrugged and walked out of the oval office allowing the President to sink down into his chair, putting his head in his hands and letting out a long groan.

"Good afternoon everyone," the president said to the members of the press and then looked at the teleprompter in front of him. "The incident in Canada a few days ago was part of a plan involving..." he paused and then shut his eyes. When he opened them everyone was staring at him curiously, cameramen, reporters, his family, everyone. "I'm sorry. When I was campaigning, I promised I would tell you the truth. I told you I was a man to trust. And because of that, I'm not going to lie like I'm expected to. What happened in Canada was the direct result of a grudge. A grudge held by the man that was assigned to keep you safe. You know him as the man who enforced the Registration Act and the Fifty State Initiative. He took those with special abilities and gave them jobs using their abilities to keep us safe. But what was so unsafe about things before? What was so bad about Mutants working, and existing among us without wearing those ridiculous costumes, without them using their powers and abilities whenever they were told. The incident in Canada was orchestrated by Norman Osborn, he came to me this afternoon asking me to tell you this, and asking me to tell you, the area attacked was an area known to be helping the Avengers." a loud gasp gent through the room, and reporters muttered to each other. "Please, I'm afraid I must also tell you that casualties have been reported, and while there has been no official names or numbers, what's left of their entire compound has gone dark..."

Norman chuckled to himself from his office where he watched the President's speech. He tapped his fingers on his desk and grinned widely. The American public wouldn't fell for this president's little pity speech about the Avengers and banding together. No. He smiled as he thought about that incident from a few years back, he had seen the video of Loki in Germany, his speech to the crowd, it had been very spot on. People had been made for servitude, and he planned on using them to their highest potential. He was pondering his tie for the evening when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." he called and smiled when Victoria Hand walked in. "Did you see?" he asked nodding to the TV.

"Yes sir, I did." she said with a nod, looking semi troubled.

"You know the party will be a success, no one will be able to talk about anything else! Speaking of which, who are you bringing? Your boyfriend, husband, what?"

"My fiancé, sir,"

"Great! What's his name?"

"Isabelle."

"Okay." he said after a moment of silently staring down at his post it, and then writing it down. "Is that with one 'L' or two?"

"Two sir."

"Great, okay, so, you and Isabelle, I'll expect to see you there, now if that's all-"

"That's not all sir." she said before she walked in all the way, closing the door. "We've continued to monitor all known SHIELD members in case there was any word from them, and, well, there was an email today sir; To an Agent in California."

"What did it say?"

"It said..." she sighed and then handed him the file. He opened it and started to read. "It says they have apprehended Dr. Fleischer, and that he's cooperating. Some of the information they've checked that he's given them has checked out, and that they're checking more of it. Sir, with the things he knows-"

"Have we checked and made sure they're not lying? Call the labs; see if he's there and if they're trying to scare us."

"I've called everywhere, I sent a team to his apartment, I've called in Madame Hydra, so far, no one knows anything." she sighed. "Our best bet is to assume they're telling the truth and we go from there." she said and he stared darkly at the papers.

"Do we know who these are from?" he questioned.

"We don't sir." she said as the phone started to ring. "Allow me." she picked it up and hit a button answering the phone. "Norman Osborn's office..." she frowned and looked at him before slowly handing the phone over.

"Hello?" he barked into the phone. "No, I don't know what you're talking about... Why would they come pick them up, my children are fine!" he frowned into the phone. "Excuse me? Child Protective Services!?" he bellowed and stood up. "Do you have any idea what you're doing, what you've done, you complete and utter fool! When my lawyers get hold of you...!" he spurted out before hanging up the phone. "Child protective services took my children out of school; said something about them being raised in an unfit household! Call my lawyer, have Leona look for that idiot Hans!" he ordered.

"Sir, what about the ceremony tonight?" Victoria Hand asked with a frown.

"Either way, it's still going on!" he decided as he grabbed his keys and coat, walking out of the office.

I hope you like this chapter! It's a bit of a filler, but it's showing a different side of things.

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