"He's the Noblesse."
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Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel or Noblesse, obviously.
AN: I would recommend you refresh how the last chapter ended.
Chapter 3
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As soon as their eyes met, Frankenstein kneeled. The Noblesse gazed a his servant. He seemed...different. And what in the Nine Realms was he wearing?
"Rise, Frankenstein." the immortal Ancient ordered in a musical voice, still speaking the Ancient language of Nobles.
"Master...it is good to have you back." Frankenstein said, relief evident in his voice. The Noblesse tilted his head. Frankenstein was speaking a different language. Finally looking into his servant's eyes, asking for permission to enter his mind. Frankenstein nodded.
And the Noblesse dived in, gathering the knowledge of the new languages Frankenstein had learnt first, then moving onto his memories. He saw how Frankenstein had searched for him. He saw how his race had turned against each other. He saw how his servant died, alongside the Noble race. He saw how he was reborn into a new world, vastly advanced from the one he'd died in. He saw how he turned into a super-soldier, and led armies into battle. That explained the...outfit Frankenstein was wearing.
He saw how Steve Rogers drove the plane into the ice, and woke up to an even different world. He saw how Captain America managed to defeat an intergalactic army with only the help of his friends, the Avengers. He saw how Steve Rogers did that time and again, growing suspicious and more wary, quite like Frankenstein. Then Steve Rogers was gone, replaced by Frankenstein.
Done with his foray into his servant's mind, the Noblesse pulled out. Outside, they had appeared to only exchange a brief glance. Frankenstein took a deep breath. While the act of sharing knowledge with his master wasn't in any way painful in itself, the memories themselves were those he thought better to be left alone. Shaking himself out of his reverie, he turned his attention back towards his master. He could sense the sadness the Noblesse wasn't displaying at losing his whole race. The Noblesse was supposed to defend and protect the Nobles first and foremost. Now the Noblesse didn't have any Nobles to protect. Frankenstein waited for his master to digest the news, keeping his head low in a respectful bow.
The Noblesse turned his attention towards coffin. Waving his hand, he dissolved the coffin from existence in red cloud. Frankenstein remained quiet, observing
"Frankenstein." Cadis said abruptly. Frankenstein lifted his head. The Noblesse wasn't looking at his when he spoke. Like he often didn't when distressed.
"Yes, Master?" Frankenstein said dutifully. There was a pause, before the Noblesse sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, obviously distressed. Frankenstein felt a spike of worry. His master had never done that before, always remaining calm, even in the face of the worst of problems.
"Let us go meet your friends. They seem quite anxious to see you." Frankenstein was fully aware of what his Master was doing, but followed the order, given in English this time. He noticed that his master's accent seemed to be British, likely because the Ancient language had a similar tone. Nodding he jumped up, flying towards the rest of the Avengers. Cadis followed shortly thereafter, leaping into the air.
They landed near the waiting team of Avengers, who looked to be in awe of the Noblesse, thus staring at him with rounded big eyes that seemed impossibly huge. An awkward silence descended as they continued to stare at the poor man who had no idea of why they were so fascinated. Frankenstein sweatdropped.
"No way..." Thor was shaking, his head downcast. That brought the Avengers out from their somewhat creepy staring.
"What's wrong, Tho-" Tony began to ask, but was cut off as Thor suddenly jumped up and grabbed the Noblesse's hand, surprising everyone.
"I can't believe it! I'm lucky enough to meet the most noble being in the Universes! Ah, how disrespectful of me to touch Your Grace without permission." The Norse God kneeled in front of the Noblesse, who all things considered, looked calm.
"I am Thor Odinson of Asgard, and the next in line for the Asgardian throne. It's an honor beyond my imagination to meet you, Your Grace." Silence descended once again. Tony cleared his throat.
"Um, Thor, this is touching and all, but he's been asleep for 800 years, I don't think he can understand modern Engli-"
"Rise." the Noblesse said, interrupting the billionaire philanthropist. Thor stood up from his crouch, shooting a stunned Tony a smug look, before turning to face the Noblesse once again.
Once again silence descended. Bruce cleared his throat.
"It is indeed an honor to meet you. My name is Bruce Banner, this impudent man right here is Anthony Stark. We're scientists, quite like Frankenstein. And those two over there are Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton. They are spies, and very good fighters. " Each of the ones introduced bowed, though Tony did let out a yelp of "hey!"
"My name is Cadis Etrama di Raizel, the Guardian and Protector of Nobles. You may call me...Raizel." Just as Tony was about to point out how great it was that they didn't have to be so formal, he felt the glare of Frankenstein, daring him to call so casually. Luckily Bruce was there to save Tony from the Glare of Doom.
"Oh, how gracious of you to allow us to say your name, SIR Raizel." the gamma expert said, quite pointedly looking at Tony. Frankenstein let an approving expression appear. Tony pouted. Cadis smiled slightly, only a tug of his lips, catching the attention of everyone while making the men question their sexuality for a tenth of a nanosecond.
"I am...glad that Frankenstein had such good friends to take care of him while I was gone. I was worried when I left that he lose himself in his work again." The Avengers were slightly surprised by the show of gratitude. Thor looked like he was going to have an aneurysm by just that, and Frankenstein used all of his self control to not blush. The Noblesse turned towards the Asgardian again.
"Thor of Asgard, it's a fortunate occasion to meet anyone of your Realm. I remember meeting you father when he was but a child." The Noblesse paused, as if to let it sink in.
"Frankenstein and he got along very well, always causing problems for the Clan Leaders..." Frankenstein's ears had gone slightly red from embarrassment, but his Glare of Doom prevented any of them to make a comment. Thor imagined a child version of his white-bearded father playing pranks on Clan leaders. The Norse god shuddered. But it seemed that the Noblesse wasn't done.
"Though I do wonder what the Crown Prince of Asgard is doing here." Thor looked slightly taken aback by the question. Frankenstein came to his rescue. Bowing at his waist, the servant answered his Master.
"Ah, Master, many things have happened in the past few years, as you'll remember from my memories. I am afraid that this isn't a good venue to discuss these things. " Razel seemed to contemplate this, before he inclined his head slightly.
"Very well."
"Great! Let's go to the Tower! And speaking of, you'll stay there now, won't you? I don't think that dingy apartment is good enough for Sir Raizel..." Tony trailed off, clearly pumped on finally getting out of the desert.
"Actually, we're going to take a detour." was the response from Frankenstein.
"What?! Why?" Clint spoke up for the first time since Raizel's arrival. Frankenstein let out a sigh.
"Well, before I got killed, I arranged a backup plan for our finances. I secured all of mine and master's wealth in a secret laboratory of mine not far from here. If we convert those treasures into dollars, we could buy our own house and not impose on you." Tony seemed slightly taken aback by this revelation, but quickly switched to business mode.
"I'm totally gonna ignore that "impose" comment for now. How much do you think it'll amass to in dollars?"
"Ah-"
"Gentlemen, can we discuss your future business ventures on the plane?" Natasha interrupted, clearly a tad annoyed.
That they could.
They got on the plane, with Raizel inspecting every corner with a look of curiosity. Thankfully, due to Frankenstein's memories, he could understand that the metal contraption was able to fly. Hawkeye took to piloting, still somewhat hung up about not being able to fly despite being the only one with an actual bird reference in his name.
"So...where to, Cap?" the archer asked Frankenstein, who responded promptly.
"50 miles east. We'll have to land about 2 miles from the destination for it to be safe for the plane. I can fly you all to the location afterwards." Fifty miles east...wasn't that a no-go zone because any one who went there didn't return? Clint would bet his bow that Frankenstein had something to do with it. But something else caught his interest about Frankenstein's statement.
"Say, Cap, is it possible for me to learn how to fly?" Barton waited for the response with a baited breath.
"Hmm? Yeah, anyone who practices martial arts on your level should be able to do it easily. I was planning on teaching all of you during my stay at the Tower." Clint almost jumped for joy after hearing that response, but seemed to remember that he was actually piloting a plane last minute. Tony rolled his eyes at him.
"Well, now that you've practically given our dear friend Hawkeye an orgasm, I would like to remind you of my question from earlier. How much?" Frankenstein, who looked a little green after hearing the first part of the comment, answered very promptly again.
"It's around a couple of billions. I amassed a lot of platinum and gold artefacts, who are all over 15 000 years old. The sheer archeological value would fetch me a couple of millions each, even if they were made out of sand. Then there are magical artefacts which will undoubtedly fetch me a good amount from the magicians were I to auction it at the magician guild. Then there is is the matter of Master's possessions, which we won't be selling, as they will be staying here, with exception to anything Master wants to take with him." Tony seemed a bit stunned at this revelation, but seemed to gather his thoughts.
"We can't just flood the market. That won't do us any good. And sorry to break it to you, but what magicians guild?" the billionaire extraordinaire said with no little amount of disbelief. Frankenstein sent him an insulted look.
"Of course we won't flood the market! We'll be auctioning them in the underground facilities all over the world, with a couple of moths between each sale. And I thought you knew Dr. Strange? Do you think he's the only one of his kind?" the Captain said in a scolding tone. Tony begrudgingly admitted that he made a good point.
"How will you make Strange cooperate? He's to smart to fall for any kind of story we'll have to feed the public." the billionaire was almost pouting at not following Frankenstein's thought process. Said prehistoric scientist smirked.
"Strange is a smart guy. he won't be able to resist." and that was that. No explanation as to why the elusive magician would listen to Frankenstein. Tony stared at Frankenstein with growing disbelief. But as his decidedly uncomfortable staring wasn't having any effect on Frankenstein, the genius sighed in defeat.
AN: Sorry for the delay! But this is still a work in progress. And Uni's been hectic! Anyway, hope you enjoyed it.
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