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Kapitel 338: Arc Twelve. Chapter Three-Hundred Thirty-Eight. Russian Roulette

Doom sat in his throne room, eyeing his newest guests. He had little patience for the posturing of lesser beings but this time, he made room in his busy schedule to at least entertain the idea, even if it was only to gather intelligence.

"Once more, Why should Doom allow these invaders into his homeland. Latveria is ruled by Doom and no other, and so it shall always be."

Omega Red shifted slightly, he had been contacted by the Asgardians, all of the major countries of the world had been, and had at first rejected working alongside them. Until they offered him not just the technology to fix the Red Room formula, but the technology to fix his own powers as well. Unlike the peace-loving Americans, the Asgardians wanted to supply Russia with technology to bring them up to the same superpowered standard as the rest of the world, and he had heard from his operatives in China and the rest of the eastern nations, that their offers were similar.

Thor stepped forwards, "and so it shall. The Asgardian empire does not seek to impose our will on individual countries, only to unite the planet under a single banner, one of mutual cooperation and exchange."

"Doom hears your flowery words, Thor of Asgard, but Doom is well aware that gifts such as yours come with a price. Once the Earth is considered Asgardian, what assurances do we have you will not simply subjugate the population, and take our riches for yourself?"

Omega looked over at the frowning Thor, "We are not here to rule, simple-" but Doom held up his hand

"You have said that, but so far, all I see is another who would usurp Dooms control. None may rule Latveria but Doom, and all you are is a petty invader, holding gifts in one hand and a blade in the other."

Thor crossed his arms, "Asgard is protecting the Earth. There are enemies you are unaware of, enemies who would not be as kind."

Doom laughed, the metallic voice echoing through the throne room,

"And they would face an army mightier than any on Earth. Doom does not play games Thor of Asgard. Doom does as Doom pleases, and Doom protects his subjects. From any invader."

Doom pressed a button on the arm of his throne, and the curtains of Doom's banner split, revealing a large screen.

"Marvel at Dooms might, and know your petty offers of aid mean nothing to Doom."

On the screen, thousands of Doom Bots stood in rows, with thousands more hanging from the ceiling of the storage warehouse. Two kinds, one similar to a sentinel, humanoid but sleek in black armour with green pauldrons and another, more square in shape and bright green. Large armoured tentacles hung under its square body, and two large repulsor engines were fitted to each side. A ground, and an ariel unit.

"Know that Doom can, and will defend his sovereign rights. Laterveria, and the adamantium you pretend not to covet, are Dooms."

Thor shook his head, "Disappointing," and turned and strode from the throne room, leaving Omega Red standing facing Doom,

"You make a mistake Comrade Doom. The Asgardians are not going to take no for an answer."

Doom snorted, "Once upon a time I respected the Red Room for its resilience and its highly trained assassins. But, seeing what it has fallen to, Doom pities you." Doom pressed a button on his control panel and the view changed to one in space. They could see the lights of Avalon going out as the people left, all with the single Asgardian cruiser hanging overhead ominously. "You know that your kind will not stand for the destruction of their home, and you should personally know that Parker and his allies will not stand by and watch as Asgard attacks Wakanda."

He flicked another button and the screen split into smaller video feeds. Of protests in New York and other cities around the world, of Wakanda as a shimmering shield sparking into life and a large column of tribes headed into a protective dome. "You have chosen poorly mutant, and now, your new master waits for his boots to be cleaned. Save your tongue for that, and not assaulting Doom's ears."

Omega Red clenched his fist, "and you Doom, should know better than to be a lapdog for America. This will not end peacefully, and you cannot stand against the combined forces of the Asgardians and the Xandarians. I think that armour must have suffocated your brain."

Doom snorted, "That is now how armour works you cretin. Save your pathetic insults for those idiots you call lackeys. Now, leave us. Doom no longer wishes to see your offensive presence." with a wave of his hand dismissed Omega Red.

As Omega Red was led from the throne room, Doom accessed the security feeds and watched the pair leave. He had additional security at each section of his castle, and snooping devices placed all over.

"He does not like you Prince Thor," Omega Red said as they walked,

"And I do not care. Only compliance. Nobody has to like me, nobody even has to care if I am on Earth or not. Only that Asgard now rules the planet, and that the Xandarians are our allies in preventing harm from coming to the peoples of Earth."

Omega Red snorted. "They do not see it that way. They see you as invaders, taking their freedoms. Soviet Russia was the same until we liberated ourselves. Now, we enjoy the same freedoms are the west, without the same childish bureaucracy."

"And I have little care for how your world is run either. Only that all listen." Thor replied, "but hush now. The walls here are not as innocent as they appear." and Thor pointedly looked directly at the security camera Doom was observing. "Know this though. All will comply, or even tiny machines won't be enough to stop Asgard."

Doom huffed as he cut off the feed, knowing he would gain no further information. He cared little they had discovered his hidden security camera, he only cared that he had gotten the information he had wanted during their meeting.

Doom tapped a finger over the control panel on his armrest. As a screen slid up he watched the video playback of the pair. Switching between different sensors,

He remembered a different reality where the giant grey-skinned Loki had attacked Earth and several where Thor had arrived to host a ridiculous party, but in them, no Doom had ever managed to gather enough intelligence to compare them to these scans.

The Augment Omega Red gave off the same energy that all Augments did. Doom knew the gene responsible for their powers was embedded in every cell, even their blood and gave off a unique energy signature, all similar to the one stone he had grasped and then lost.

It was the scans of Thor that confused him the most though. He knew Asgardians were not even remotely human, regardless of their appearance but Thor seemed to be no stronger than a normal man. There was no energy, no indication of stronger muscles, heavier bones or even magic energies coming from Thor.

If someone told Doom that Thor was anything more than a man in a costume he would have made sure they were shown the inside of Doom's dungeon for their insolence.

Which made Doom even more suspicious. Any invading force would use disinformation to spread their propaganda, but appearing weak in front of a superior force was either a mistake or stupid. If the Asgardians looked down on Doom, it was a mistake they would soon regret.

Doom pushed several buttons and compressing the file, sent it to one of his allies.

Doom sat on his throne, closing his eyes and searching his perfect memory for what outcomes may come to fruition.

Doom had seen the futures that awaited if the Earth was not ready. As the original Reality Stone bled energy wildly out of conscious control it showed him what the Earth could be, and what future disasters could be unleashed. It was only when he gained control of the energy, killing some scientist and taking her machine to harness the stone properly that Doom began to understand.

The Earth was doomed without him. In all possibilities, the Earth only prospered when Doom ruled supreme. Only Doom could save the Earth, and woe betides any insects that stood in his way. Gods or not.

He was brought from his musings as his ally contacted him. He knew the Mandarin could not be trusted, and for now, it was an alliance of convenience.

"Your opinion, Sorcerer," he asked, as Mandarin Wong appeared on the screen.

"Our spies in Kamar Taj have indicated the Sorcerer Supreme is waiting. He wishes to see what the rest of Earth is doing before he makes his move."

Doom shook his head, "A prudent but foolish mistake. If Strange has the three stones, then the Asgardians will lay his sanctum to waste and take them. He is blinded by Doom's attempts to unite the Eath, would one of your agents be more successful in approaching him?"

"Yes." Wong knew about the dimensional alteration and Dooms part in it. He had already discovered and taken the original Wong's family and life. That was the past though, and he knew that even if the situation was explained that by using the forbidden ring he would be executed, or worse, exiled to one of the dark dimensions. "I may be able to persuade Strange to use one or more stones in the defence of Earth."

Doom nodded, "good. Then we have an accord."

"I will send word to your enclave when I have completed my mission," and with that Wong cut the feed.

Wong sat back on his throne, and after taking a breath opened a sling ring portal to New York.

Stephen was sat at a table outside a coffee shop, one of the chain franchises that sold reasonably priced but acceptable coffee. He watched as Wong approached and sat down.

"I will not get used to this Mr Strange." and Stephen shrugged,

"You can call me Stephen you know. I don't mind." he said as he sipped his latte, "So, news?"

Wong sighed, "There is no returning for me Stephen, I have my own path now, and while mistakes have been made, I cannot deviate from it." Wong said sadly.

He had reached out and was adamant to see what changed the Americans had made, only to discover they had not changed the world, they had changed it back.

Wong was once a proud servant of the New York Sanctum, a direct pupil of the last Sorcerer Supreme who had lived for centuries. He was an upstanding, and loyal man, with great power, and if Stephen had not arrived, been the next American Sorcerer Supreme in his place.

But none of that mattered now. Without using the Infinity Stone there was no changing what was done.

"You can. You only need to allow Kamar Taj too," but Wong raised a hand and slid down his sleeve.

There was a tattoo, in thick black ink.

Stephen looked shocked at it, "You broke the Tenth Ring?" and sadly Wong nodded. "Then there is nothing either of us can do. The last Sorcerer Supreme tapped into its power, and we are still cleaning up that mess."

As well as Doom, Stephen had been chasing Baron Mordo across America as he murdered his way through anyone that had received teaching from the last Sorcerer Supreme, claiming that there were too many dark sorcerers. Stephen himself had already been targetted, but without Wong, was now relying on Wanda, and hopefully Gwen as well to take up some of the slack.

"I will stay in Asia. The Ten Rings have operatives in many countries but in respect to our past, and the mistakes that both of us must now bear, I will not threaten your work in America." He looked at his paper coffee cup, filled with dark bitter coffee. "Unless you come after me."

"I will send out an announcement, but if I find any of your people in Kamar Taj, or in any of my sanctums I will deal with them." Wong nodded. "I wish it could be different," he added.

"Reality is not the plaything of us mortals. And now we suffer under the thumb of fate. If you still have the Reality Stone, lock it away, erase all who know of it, and never allow such tragedies to happen again." Wong said as he drained his cup, "I do not like this. A great many changes were made to reality, but terrible coffee must be a multiversal constant."


Kapitel 339: Arc Twelve. Chapter Three-Hundred Thirty-Nine. Selfish

Wanda had created a portal to Wakanda so that the conversation could be held in person. This was important enough they wanted everyone to be here, and so, a group of ten was gathered, and Peter sat at the head of the table as everyone made themselves comfortable.

"So," Peter asked, "what are we going to do?"

It was a loaded question. They really only had two choices. Go against the Asgardians, take Doom up on his offer and fight, or side with the rest of the world and accept that Earth was now part of a much larger Empire.

Shuri leant forwards, "Wakanda must not fall. If the Asgardians learn of our vibranium, they will take it. We already have scans of their ships, and we know they use it for most of their construction. I say no. We fight."

Liv sighed, "but is that selfish of us? This isn't just one country, what of the rest, are we going to start a war over what could be nothing. We have no proof, just feelings and some alien blood."

"What did you find?" Peter asked but Liv shrugged,

"It's alien, but with nothing to compare it to we have no idea if it's Asgardian or not. Even the sample Carol supplied is markedly different. She is a normal human plus a strange DNA fragment, which we now know is Kree, and this is two separate strands of what I would consider DNA by the slimmest definition."

"Two?" Gwen asked

"Yes, a primary stable sample, which I suspect is stable for reproduction, and a second more malleable set, which I have no idea what it is for, but it does display several strange properties, none of which I can identify without an actual Asgardian. For all I know it could be how they pass on certain traits or produce the massive amount of energy they use to become tougher and stronger than a human." Liv explained,

"What about the formula we smelt though?" Peter asked

Liv shrugged again, "Again, there is evidence of a chemical within the sample, but without an Asgardian to ask or compare I have no idea. Thor might simply have not been in fighting mode or our senses weren't developed enough last time we met. It's all conjecture Peter, and once again, nothing concrete to prove anything."

Peter rubbed his face, "so back to our main problem. Do we trust them?"

"When it comes to my people and Wakanda I cannot take that risk, Peter. They have already made threats if we do not comply. That is not the resolve of a peaceful defender, but a hostile invader. Especially one after a large vibranium deposit."

"Can we hide the vibranium?" Peter asked, but Shuri shook her head

"Even with Jean's new mining and processing techniques, the deposit is several kilometres in length and width. Even if we could, where would we put it? It's the size of a city." Shuri explained. Normally information about the location and the amount of vibranium was highly classified, even to nonruling members of the Golden Tribe, but now was not the time for secrets.

"So, this is a needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one situation, right?" Felicia snorted,

"We trust you Pete, but yeah I guess."

"Is it selfish to say yes? I mean, I know Wakanda will lose its vibranuim, and they might even want the Kree tech, but is that so bad?" Carol asked, "not for you, I mean, sure but we dont know what they'll do. The Asgardians were always fair, hard but fair."

"And if it was your home, would you?" Shuri asked, and Carol shook her head,

"I just don't see the alternative being that great, and if Thor is right and the Kree come back, I can't fight them again, not like this," Carol explained,

"Again?" Liv asked her

"In the '90s they came to Earth for the Space Stone, they were chasing a race called the Skrulls to exterminate them. I had just escaped their mind control and was kinda angry." Carol shrugged, "so I blew up a few of their star cruisers, and uh, they ran away."

Peter sighed "that changes a few things. While Asgard and the Xandarians are friendly we have to think that there are other races that aren't. So, fight one galactic empire to have another turn up and try to take over, or ally ourselves with one to stop the other?" Peter looked over at Carol. "What is the galactic situation like?"

Carol leaned back in her chair, "I can't say for certain. The three big empires are the Xandarians, the Asgardians, and the Kree, but there are more. A huge alien asshole called Thanos attacks planets and wipes out half their population. A group of scavenger pirates called the Ravagers will attack unprotected worlds and steal whatever isn't nailed down, and then. Then we have the Sovereign and their quest for racial purity."

"So basically," Peter said as he took a drink, "the galaxy is full of assholes, and the nicest of them all are offering us protection."

"But they are still assholes right?" Gwen asked and Carol nodded,

"Oh yeah. Odin goes on a campaign every hundred or so years to remind people why Asgard is top dog, so yeah. Still assholes."

MJ rubbed her forehead, "this is too much for a big city gal. I'm going to vote with you Pete. I trust you, and you've never steered us wrong before."

Gwen laughed, "fine, fine. Not too much, but this" and she motioned around "I want to keep this, is that selfish? Probably, but we're allowed. How many times have we saved the city, how many people are alive because of you?"

Peter scratched his head, "Fine, Jean, what are the genoshans doing?" and Jean looked up from her cup,

"War. Erik is mad after the Sentinels and Charles is unhappy about losing Avalon. So, yeah, they're expecting war."

Shuri looked over at her, "we may have a problem there too. The Augments, they are fake."

Jean scrunched up her face, "fake?"

Shuri frowned, "sorry. Fake is the wrong word. With the historical data we received from Optimus, we were able to decipher more of the records we found in the Golden City. And Augments are not real. The gene was manufactured."

Peter rubbed his head, "You know that can never be released right? The Kree might be assholes but there are plenty of people on Earth who'll use the same excuse to strip away more rights." he leaned forwards and tapped his fingers on the table, "Are you sure? I mean, Even with the Mind Stone Kree wasn't the easiest thing to read."

Shuri nodded, "we discovered medical data. The Kree created the gene sequence. It is not a joke to say aliens made us. Not just Augments but every human as well. Our origins are not natural."

"Great," Jean said throwing up her hands, "so now we risk the ones who did this coming back and claiming we're what? Slaves? Fakes, that they made us so they own us?"

"Okay, Jean, calm down, and Shuri, are you sure?" Liv asked, and Jean huffed while Shuri nodded,

"Their notes are very detailed, as are the reports to something they called the Supreme Intelligence. But we also have the final entries. My people rose up and rebelled, and they abandoned the planet. They can claim what they like, but we are not their creations, not anymore. We have evolved, and while the X-Gene still remains, there is now more to Homo Sapiens than their creations."

"Probably why Apocalypse was so messed up, using original tech to alter himself further changed him into whatever the Kree were hoping to actually make." Peter pondered.

"But, right now, it doesn't matter. The issue is still the same. Asgard or not?" Liv said, "and sorry Shuri, but I am siding with Asgard. We had Harry do unspeakable things to a few of us, and that was one person with one single Kyntar with hostile intentions, A whole species. Carol, you took out several cruisers, so what are our chances right now, without the Asgardian's help?"

Carol took a breath and sighed, "not good. On the ground, we have Hulks and Enhanced. In space, we lose that advantage. We'd lose. Even with the tech we have. Attacking a planet from orbit is much easier than defending one."

Shuri looked over at her, "how long?"

Carol took in a long breath and stared thoughtfully into space for a moment. "We could hold out for a week, maybe. Some species use planet crackers, or high burn explosives to choke the air. If all you want is the tech, there are plenty of ways to kill the planet to get it."

As she looked at the now worried faces of everyone around her, she quickly corrected herself. "I doubt the Asgardians or Xandarians would go that far though, but they also have a lot more ground troops than us, and if you think those Pulse weapons are bad, pretty much every species has its own version already."

Shuri slumped backwards, "Well. Fuck"

Peter snorted, "My, such language from a queen,"

Shuri laughed, "I have said much much worse in the bedroom Peter, and now you complain I am unladylike, such hypocrisy from my heart, I am wounded."

The group laughed, but it hid the worry they were all feeling.

Peter stood, "It's selfish, but I vote Asgard. Thor might be acting weird but it's been years since we saw him, but, it's not my home, it's not my people. Shuri, I'll side with you. No matter what."

"So once more, it is my duty. My people or my planet?"

Peter nodded. "It has to be, we all lose so much, but no one more than you."

Shuri sighed, "Then. So that there is no misunderstanding, and that you all know what I will tell the council. If we accept the deal with the Asgardians it will be done on the assurance that all rights to the vibranium within our borders remain with Wakanda. That they may buy it from us, on reasonable terms, and that they may introduce us to other species that may also wish to purchase vibranium. In exchange, we become part of the Nova Empire and are afforded all rights within that. And if they say no, that we forcefully repel them from the Earth with all the might we can muster."

Peter looked around the table, and he and the rest nodded, "I think that is more than fair. Wakanda was slowly opening its borders, and the Asgardians simply got there first."

Shuri nodded, "Then I need time then. I have five days. Peter, can you make contact with Coulson and Fury. I want to know everyone's stance. If Wakanda stands, does it stand alone or do I have allies? If we are alone, then I will not blame anyone for their choice, even if we do all suffer for it."

Peter nodded, "Does everyone agree?" and the group nodded, "Good, let's have some food. Shuri, I know you need to head back to Wakanda, but please, stay, at least for a meal."

Shuri laughed, "Peter, I am staying, to remind myself why I chose this life. You may make food, but I am going to enjoy myself in the bathhouse until it is ready, with my wives, in full view of my husband to be." and she looked over at Wanda, "as long as you agree. The portal devices Charles installed have ceased to function, I believe he refuses to share now?"

Peter laughed, "yeah, he's a bit mad about Avalon."

Wanda nodded, "But I will make sure the Peter suitably compensates me. I am still not a taxi service."

Shuri laughed. "I will make sure of it my wife to be. I shall have him prepare a feast for us all, and make sure we are all pampered for the long task ahead."

Shuri stands and Jhalia shifts and changes into a form-fitting bathing suit, "Just dont burn my food," she said with a wink, "I intend to be very very distracting."


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