A Cowards Freedom Chapter 1, a Marvel + Warframe Crossover fanfic

Here is the first chapter of my rewrite of "The Frame of War", hope I can actually write this better than last time considering the fact that I'm not using a strict timeline for events, which allows for more freedom to tell the story for me.

Chapter 1:A brave soul

I stare dully down at my phone as I lay in bed, reading the latest chapter of one of the fanfictions that I follow.

I sigh as I finish reading it, shifting in my bed as I turn off my singing phone and place it on my bedside, huddling beneath the covers of my bed for warmth as I stare blankly at the curtained off window of my room.

For the nth time in my life I can't help but desperately wish for a savior, I can't help but want someone to drag me out of my feelings with the cheer Luffy or Goku have, or at least bring some interest and intrigue into the world.

My eyes droop as I relax into my bed, my ever present frown deepening at the surge of hunger that pulsates through my stomach.

I needed to eat but I just-

I just didn't feel like it, I didn't want to eat.

I swallow down my scowl and sigh before standing up, crawling out of my bed and grabbing my towel.

Relaxing in a bath or just swimming was one of the only things that let me well and truly relax at this point, and I may as well eat something while I chill in the water, if only to curb this sickening sensation.

Heading out of my room, I ignore the coldness the winter season and my state of undress bring as I step into the bathroom, gently laying my towel down and turning on the Jacuzzis hot water, testing it before nodding slightly and silently moving out of the room.

I quietly pad down the stairs to the kitchen, keeping myself steady via the hand rails before setting foot on the hardwood floor of my first floor.

Silently, I walk to the kitchen and open the fridge, grabbing some leftovers that I had made when I didn't feel as shitty as I did today and placing them onto a plate, placing it into a microwave and watching apathetically as it heats up.

I grab a cup of water before traveling back to my microwave, taking it out of the box once done before silently taking both and walking back to the bathroom.

I glance down at the blinchiki on my plate, my frown softening into a stone-like neutrality before I walk into the bathroom and place both onto the sink, gauging the water level before walking back to my room and picking up my phone.

A few seconds later, and I am once more standing before my jacuzzi, my fatigued mind and body entering the hot water with a pleasant sigh before I sink down into it.

I blink dully at the ceiling before raising a toe and interrupting the water flow from the spout, increasing the temp not a moment later as I grab one of my Blinchiki and take a bite out of it, my neutral expression forming into a small smile.

The sound of my music lulls me further into a sense of peace. I sigh, turning off the water as I idly chew my food, the pleasant taste of the crepe wrapped filling creating a sense of pleasure as I sink deeper into my bath, my relaxed eyes taking in the baths length.

I'm glad that I was able to get this jacuzzi installed into my house, especially since my height made fitting in mom and dad's bath difficult. I gulp down my food before glancing at my own body with disgust, guilt, and reserved acceptance.

I could get more fit, but, well…

Swimming 4 hours a day was enough by my standards, especially because of how little I ate. I grab my phone, my arm wet with hot water as I unlock it and continue to eat my Blinchiki, opening the tab to QQ and checking to see if anyone updated.

No new updates.

I stare dully at my screen, not entirely sure what to do now. Most of my entertainment came from reading fanfiction, and It seemed like I'd already gotten up to date with most good fanfiction, so I didn't really have anything to do.

I sigh, blinking languidly as I set my phone back on the sink and just relax into my tub, finishing my food as I stare at the wall.

Minutes pass where I just relax into my surroundings bereft of my usual thoughts for all of a few moments.

"How pitiful" A feminine voice giggles, making me blink as I slide my eyes to rest themselves on the naked woman sitting on the edge of my jacuzzi.

Or, at least, she seems like a naked woman. She had some rather… well… fantastical features such as her horns, glowing golden eyes, smooth unnaturally perfect skin and, oh yeah, her wings.

SPOILER THIS YOU DUMBASS

The woman snorts, a teasing smile on her face as she leans forward, her teats hovering before my face as I stare into her eyes. "Truly, you are quite the human. Cowardly and weak, and yet you work hard for your desires. You care not for those you're not close to, going so far as to be willing to watch them die apathetically. You resemble my brethren more than any man" She begins, her smile widening as I stare at her, glancing down at her breasts as she slips into the tub, seating herself on my lap as I watch her do so, unable to hide my arousal.

I just end up ignoring it, resigning myself to whatever fate I would be assigned by this clearly unholy being. Either this was a dream and I woke up tomorrow with nothing changing, or this was real and I am likely to die.

Either way I didn't care.

She snorts, smiling as she stares into my eyes "Yes, how pitiful. To accept the fate of death without struggle, to not care whether you live or die- you make me hunger to see what you could become if given a push" She says, leaning forward and staring into my eyes with her wide, golden iris'.

I say nothing, watching her blankly as she cups my chin, turning my head this way and that as I keep staring at her dully.

"Are you going to kill me or not?" I can't help but ask, my voice quiet and raspy from three days of no use.

She simply smiles, her golden eyes gleaming with unnatural, unholy light as she giggles "Yes and no" She says cryptically, a large smile on her face as she lays a kiss upon my forehead. I sigh, blinking languidly before my world explodes into color and sound.

I am left drifting through a cosmos of incomprehensible color, feeling, sound and smell as I hurtled through time and space at a speed unimaginable.

I stay still, my body rejecting my demands of moving as I sigh, laying my blank and dull eyes onto the hole in the ground that I'm approaching.

All at once, my body feels heavier, stronger, more agile and flexible, and just… well better than it has ever felt before.

As I hurtle through the air, my body diving toward the ground at terminal velocity, I can't bring myself to care about my approaching death.

And then, impact.

Strangely, nothing hurts, nor aches as I lay still within my crater, simply chilling in my spot as I shift.

"May as well take a nap" I mutter, closing my eyes as I try to fall asleep.

Unfortunately, despite waiting 10 minutes to do so, nothing happens.

A frustrated sigh explodes from my chest as I stumble to my feet, my eyes scouring the barren wasteland I had landed in before I grunt and begin to walk into a random direction, glancing down at my body before stopping in place.

"Huh" I utter, raising my hands and staring at the vague reflection I see within the polished metal.

"I'm not- huh" I murmur, staring at the alien tech my consciousness was grafted into, the body vaguely familiar as I tilt my head.

I raise my gaze off of my hand and stare at the wastes laid before me. At least this heat wont suck as a robot.

This might still be a dream, and even if it's not, isn't this what I was wanting? An interesting and fantastical adventure?

May as well get started with it now.

I stare blankly at the scene in front of me, my hands at my sides as I watch the hubbub of activity before me.

I scan what looks like a military outpost, feeling a small drain from somewhere as I focus. My attention zoomed in on an object of interest, a missile.

I wish I had lips to purse because what I see displeases me greatly. I sigh, shoulders slumping in wake of the new information.

"Marvel, huh?" I mutter to myself, backing away from the encampment to decide on what to do further.

Taking refuge behind a rather large rock, I sigh as I sit down, steepling my hands as I stare at the floor beneath me.

On the one hand, I could try to save what was likely to be Stark and get a room to sleep in, some money, and perhaps something else.

On the other hand, I'd be in danger.

I shift silently in my seat, vaguely discomforted by the idea of violence before I sigh. "I've always wanted this, why am I being a pussy about it now?" I mutter, standing as I square my shoulders.

I guess I was gonna save Tony Stark today, or at least try to save him.

The wind howls into my sensors as I walk further toward the encampment, my hands flexing in preparation as I psyche myself up, cresting over the small sand dune blocking my and their line of sight to each other.

It doesn't take long for them to notice me, if the people running about gathering weapons and ammunition is a sign. No, even as my legs feel weak and the empty void where my heart used to reside feels cold, I walk onward.

I feel the shaking of my fingers as I continue forward, watching the way a man rushes out of the encampment with hardened eyes ready for battle and death.

"مکث! نام و ربات تجاری خود را بیان کنید!" He shouts in a language I can't understand, his demeanor stiff as I stand in place, staring at him.

He and I stare at each other as my legs pool with frost, a half of my mind much too distant and analytical for the situation as I grunt.

I knew he was part of the Ten Rings, I knew he was a terrorist, I knew they had likely killed hundreds of people and my slaughter of them would be justified.

I just-

My hands shaked somewhat as a cold, distant fear gripped my heart. I knew I couldn't handle this, I knew I couldn't handle the life of a hero or villain. I wasn't some fantastical storybook character.

But, even if it was for my own entertainment and selfish gain, I needed to do this. To prove that I could exact an actual, meaningful, and drastic shift in the world. To show that I wasn't a useless waste of space.

I ignored the man yelling at me in a foreign language as I felt my chest rise, my shoulders square, and my footing shift. I sunk shallowly into the cold and distant part of my mind as all of my worries simply switched… off.

"Silence" A will not my own pushed the word out of me, shutting the man up as I tensed my legs, and blurred.

Gunfire immediately descended upon my form, or, at least, trailing it, the cracking of hundreds of thousands of gunshots piercing the arid desert as I sprinted at the resigned man whose eyes spoke a million words.

I felt my mind rebel as I burst through the man, my arms bisecting him as I rushed forwards, my gaze set straight for my objective- the cave.

I grunted as one of the shots impacted, my attention turning from the dent in my skin to a man suddenly cowering beneath my gaze. I didn't dally, jumping and spinning off of the ground, my hands reaching for a nonexistent sword as I reared my arms back, landing heavily upon the man trying his best to dodge.

My arm turned his head into salsa, the brain matter and blood spraying outwards as the men around me froze in both surprise and panic.

I burst from my position, rushing through a man, knocking him over as I dented his skull with an idle swipe of my arm.

Then, the screaming began. Hundreds upon hundreds of roars of fury and cries of fear filled the small encampment as I pierced a man with my arm, flinging his body around and at the men beginning to try and shoot me once more.

I grunted, keeping my footing firm as I swiveled upon the ground, my arms latching onto the palisade as I heaved, ripping half of the sharpened trees bulk out of the ground.

I ignored the dull smell and sound of blood spilling onto the ground in the air as I hefted the chunk on my shoulder and sent it flying at a line of men.

It pierced them all before they could begin trying to dodge, the men behind me froze up in shock as I began running forth toward the cavern.

I grunted, ignoring the stinging pain of bullets impacting my skin as I barrelled forth as though a berserker.

As I exited immediate combat, I ignored the cold feeling gripping my mind and body as I forced myself forth, my gut churning as I struck a man as I passed them, their head exploding into chunks as I ran.

The sand shifted beneath my feet, my powerful legs carrying me as I launched myself in the air, sailing through it for all of a few seconds before I grabbed the cliff and heaved myself up, my body once more a spear as I pierced the air on the way to the cave.

The sound of hundreds of men yelling in fear and fury was both amazing and horrifying to hear as I twisted around the cliff and shifted to my feet, rushing forward and into the darkness.

My feet pounded against the earthen floor, my arms pumping as I turned a corner and entered the darkness, my eyes immediately adjusting and peering further in, ignoring the near debilitating weakness in my knees and churning in my stomach.

I grunt, rushing forth as I set it out of my mind, half of it screaming in fear and the other simply watching coldly as I spot a metal door.

I have to break it, I prepare myself, tensing my damaged form before I jump from my previously sprinting position, impacting the door in a dropkick that sends it flying.

I hear and see the door impact the wall before I notice the men who didn't resemble Tony stark in the room.

In fact, they looked like the terrorists and had cameras set up to view my target.

They stared at me fearfully for all of a moment before one of them grabbed their gun and began spraying me with bullets.

I grunt, feeling the damage distantly as I duck down, grabbing a rock that I pinch between my fingers.

I slide, my aim true as I throw my rock, impacting and drilling a hole into the skull of the terrorist while the other fumbles around with their gun.

I rush forwards, my leg snapping out and beheading him with one fell swoop of my shin. Readjusting my footing, I glance around the room before huffing at the sight of a ring of keys.

"This'll be useful" I mutter, grabbing it before rushing out of the room.

But not before glancing at the map and cell number on screen.

My legs pump as I travel further and further into the cavern, my arms trembling as I finally find the cell of one Tony Stark.

I grip my ring of keys, glancing down at the lock before turning my gaze to the keys.

Thankfully, they're numbered. So I grab the one that corresponds with the cell, number 19, and shove it into the hole, my shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as the lock turns successfully and allows me to open the door.

My gaze falls on the panicked form of one Tony Stark and- uhhh, some other guy.

I stare at them for all of a moment "Run from the room as soon as you hear the fighting stop, Here are the keys to the cell" I say, throwing the ring to them as they seemingly exit their stupor.

I punch a hole through the door before I swing it closed, turning back to the empty hallway in distaste, regret, and fear.

"Dammit ,why'd I imply I was gonna kill 'em all?" I mutter, wishing to grimace as I sigh, blurring forwards and out of the cavern, my mind already having analyzed the tunnels as I exit into fresh air, and right into the opening fire of the hundred men left of the encampment.

I ignore the tenseness and shaking of my limbs as I rush forwards, idly scooping up some rocks that I use as projectiles.

A mans head to my right explodes, showering his brethren in his blood and viscera as I grunt, tanking the various bullets sent flying at me.

I throw my second rock through instinct, shattering a skull as I finally get within melee range, my arm lashing out and indenting another man's head.

The world and time blur together into an unholy symphony of pain, destruction, and violence. My arms lashing out hither and thither, showering both myself and the ground in the blood of countless souls, my mind crying in both fear and grief at the sight of lost life, my body ignores my pleas for halt.

Violence, it seems, is an answer to solve some problems, because as my arm bursts through the chest cavity of yet another man, the last man, I slump to a knee, silence overtaking the camp ground as I set my eyes upon the sight before me with both naked exhaustion and soreness.

My mind spins as I kneel, deep sighs exuding from my form as I allow the blood and viscera covering me to slide off of me.

My mind is blank, I realize as I stare out into the setting sun, the golden sands illuminating its form as it glistens as though the last falling star. I feel no more grief, I feel no more connection to these people.

These bodies laying at my feet, these men who lived lives and had families, I feel nothing. And I realize why not soon after.

It both sends jolts of anger and fear through my kneeled form.

My instincts, inherent to this alien form, have corrupted me. I am afraid.

It's not difficult to admit, I have been afraid my whole life, and yet, this fear is a different, preternatural, and primal sensation.

I fear Ego Death, I fear that I will no longer be me, I fear that change will come and it will be so drastic that the mind controlling this empty shell will be overtaken and corrupted by the body.

I come out of my contemplations, not from my thoughts coming to a halt, or the sun finally setting, or even remembering the mundane sight of dead bodies.

No, a hand on my shoulder arouses my attention.

I turn to stare at Tony Stark's awed and grinning face.

"Who- What- How are you-? What are you?" He asks, stumbling over his words with a grin and spark in his eyes that takes me back.

I'm unsure of how to answer, it's a fairly weird question after all, so instead I just shrug and sigh.

Tony doesn't seem to like that.

(EARTH PRIME, FAMILY OF Nikandr Solovyov)

A woman kneels, her frame short and stout and her knees dirtied, green, and soaked from the wet grass she is sat upon. She sobs as she hugs the memoriam before her to her chest, fat tears sliding down her red cheeks as she wails to the world.

Behind her, 3 people stand. One, a bronze skinned man with aged yet fit features and a balding head lays his large hand upon the woman, his face twisted into an expression of misery, despair, and the weight of the world. His shoulders slumped and his eyes downcast as he stared at the small memoriam before him, the bags beneath his eyes more pronounced than the darkest of blacks. He stands weakly, his hands shaking as tears quietly fall from his eyes and down his cheeks, caught by his mustache and beard.

Another stands as well, a man as well. A heavy set young man with brown, curly hair and blue eyes, his pallor pale and deathly as he stares blankly and despondently at the memoriam, seemingly too shocked to truly cry or react. He stands frozen, arms at his side as he simply stares, his shoulders slumped as he subtly shakes.

The last of the four stands supported by a car, her hands shaking and tears flowing freely from her eyes as she hiccups and sobs quietly, her blonde hair messy and mussed as her reddened eyes stare at the memoriam in despair, she stands weakly, barely able to hold herself in place as she watches her mother weep in agonizing sadness over the death of her child.

The day, incongruous to the scene unfolding, is bright, sunny and filled with dead silence. Eventually, the aged man, the father, takes a shaky breath, staring up at the sun as gathers his wits for the moment.

"Наташа, нам пора идти. Мы должны обеспечить его безопасный проход. (Natasha, it is time we leave. We must ensure his safe passage)" the aged man says quietly, his voice shaky as he stares off into the sky, his eyes pained and empty.

"Нет!(No!)" She yells, her voice strained, weak and wet from her sobs as she turns to the man, his hand leaving her shoulder in the process as her state is revealed. Her eyes an angry red as she cries, her face twisted in agony as her blonde hair whips behind her. "Я не оставлю здесь своего ребенка одного! ( I will not leave my child here alone!)" She cries, her voice cracking as tears run down her face.

The man sighs, getting down on his knees and embracing the woman silently, not saying anything as she clutches onto him as though a lifeline, her sobs shaking her body as she wails, and wails, and wails, futilely into the empty day.

Silently, they sit, both weeping. One silently and the other wailing as their children stare on, at the memoriam of their youngest brother in despair. The heavy set man, the brother, finally speaks. His voice a whisper barely heard above the still winds "Никандер, как я скучаю по тебе. Я бы занял твое место без колебаний (Nikandr, how I miss you. I would take your place with no hesitation)"

Weeping returns to the silent graveyard as the man stares at the memoriam in despair and helplessness, his eyes shining with tears as they slide down his cheeks. He lets loose shaky breath after shaky breath, inevitably closing his eyes and covering his face with his hands as his shoulders shake, unable to bear the loss of a brother.

The sister, feeble and barely standing, collapses to her knees, sobbing to the world as she mumbles incoherently beneath her breath. Her sapphire eyes red from tears as she hiccups, her eyes closing as she whines in despair.

"Никандер" She begins, her voice weak and fraying as she sways forward, lurching beneath an unseen weight as she weeps " Никандер" she repeats, mumbling beneath her breath for forgiveness as she prays to god for safe passage.

Together, in the silent graveyard, the family weeps.

Together, they fill the silence with despair.

Yo! Author here. In case you were wondering why it took so long, I couldn't meet the deadline the first week because of having too much work to do, and the second week I was too sick to really think much, if at all.

Thankfully, I have returned.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. It certainly felt fairly good to me, though I wouldn't know, considering I'm the author, huh?

I appreciate any constructive criticism, and engagement with my stories only fuels me to write more. So yeah, thanks if you comment! Oh, and while you're here. I should tell you that I'm on two different discords. One I own, the other I don't. Both have copious amounts of porn so go ahead and jack off while you're there kek.

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