Chương 20: 20. Wait what
"Mutants and their new powers..... A joke of nature, I swear..... "
Really wanted to be angry at mutants and their unpredictability, really, it's the reason why he didn't like mutants, well, induced mutants. It was too troublesome to deal with them, because almost every awakening is a calamity.
However... It wasn't even their choice. Its pure random, one day without realizing it, their body can just go "fuck it, it's mutate time" and start the process.
And the poor person will not even be able to understand what happened to him, and only observe, and in other cases, just pass out, and the mutation will pass on its own. And these mutations are 50/50, either it is a very useful ability ... Or it's the ability to blow yourself up. Once. Killing yourself in the process...
It's a good thing he took this kid to work for him.
But now, it was the mutant's awakening that put him in the wrong place.
And the day began as planned. The charges of his very good friend, Wu Zi Mu, or as Thomas calls him, Woozie. He's the leader of the Chinese mafia, the Triads, a very honorable man like his Triads. A fine leader, and an honest man. Blind, but it couldn't stop him. He got his place as leader of the Triads for a reason, and his word is law.
And since the Triads will do anything he says, Woozie had no trouble creating a fake situation somewhere in Yuma Desert, Arizona.
It was all set up. The fake news had been planted, and a carefully crafted call was made to draw attention. City's cameras is perfectly fine.
Speaking of cameras, Goliath was on patrol when his phone rang. Answering without hesitation, his voice boomed loud and clear:
"Protect as long as you can. I'll be in Arizona soon."
Subtlety had never been Goliath's strong suit. Announcing his destination so bluntly wasn't exactly ideal-it overplayed his hand, as usual.
Meanwhile, Thomas had no illusions about the situation. He knew he was being watched. S.H.I.E.L.D. had a knack for monitoring everything, and their access to the city's surveillance network meant they could replay and scrutinize every move he made. The cameras were rolling, and every word or action could be used as evidence if things didn't go according to plan. The performance needed to be convincing. If not? Well, improv had never failed him before. He already brainstormed some plausible alibis for any potential interrogations later.
For now, the objective was simple: leave the city unnoticed.
The exit went off without a hitch. Iron Man, his company, Damage Control, and even Thomas's housekeepers were all in the loop, ensuring no loose ends back home.
But disaster doesn't schedule appointments. About halfway to his destination-a temporary base just outside the canyon-trouble struck.
Driving deep into the desert, Thomas noticed a column of smoke rising against the clear sky. Instinct took over. He sped toward the source, arriving to find a chaotic scene: a team of archaeologists, their vehicle engulfed in flames, their base in ruins, and-to make matters worse-wormholes scattered across the area like jagged tears in space.
At the center of it all stood a young man.
Thomas recognized the signs immediately: a mutant awakening.
Without hesitation, he sprang into action. The wormholes were forming rapidly, but not so fast that he couldn't react. Priority one was getting the archaeologists to safety.
"Goliath!" one of them exclaimed, recognizing the towering figure. That recognition made things easier-humans tend to cooperate when they know help has arrived.
Thomas scooped up all five of them with ease, carrying them like action figures to a safe distance.
Then came the hard part: the mutant.
The boy, likely a student interning with the archaeologists, stood motionless in the chaos. Yet, despite his stillness, portals continued to open around him. Thomas quickly assessed the situation: this wasn't a mutant whose powers were tied to physical gestures. No, the boy's mutation was purely mental.
With no time to waste and the radius of the wormholes expanding, Thomas made a snap decision. A single, light blow to the back of the boy's head. Nothing lethal, just enough to knock him out.
The boy collapsed instantly.
Thomas bent down to lift him, intending to get the unconscious mutant to a hospital. But as soon as his hand touched the boy-everything changed.
Changed.
Because he were somewhere else.
Definitely not in Arizona Desert.
"Where the fuck am I?" Thomas muttered, eyes darting around.
The scene was unrecognizable: a quiet sidewalk lined with flowerbeds. A bus idled nearby, and buildings towered in the distance under a bright, warm sun. The air was calm, almost serene-completely at odds with the chaos he'd just left.
Thomas stood still, scanning his surroundings.
His Inner Sonar instantly kicked in. There was no one within a five-kilometer radius. But just ahead of him. But behind him.
Thomas turned around.
An imposing, futuristic structure, Its most notable feature is its massive dome-shaped design, which gives it a sleek and industrial appearance. The dome's surface is smooth and metallic, reflecting light and adding to its modern, high-tech aesthetic. Whoever the architect was, the design wasn't bad. And the building itself was as big as a stadium.
The entrance is large and grand, with a prominent U.A. logo displayed near the main doors. Surrounding the building are carefully maintained paths and landscaped greenery, blending the structure, like behind him.
What is UA tho? Oh wait, there is another letter, it's bit smaller, but... USJ.
What is USJ means then?
And this USJ's size is extraordinary-it towers over most other buildings he saw earlier. " Hm... "
Twenty two people in there. Isn't a lot for such giant building.
"Letters of the English alphabet, 22 people inside..." Thomas raised his hand and brought it up to the glasses on his face. And immediately pressed a button on the side.
Seconds later, his expensive glasses turned into a dark yellow visor. He needed Jocasta's help.
" Already looking for information, boss. " Jocasta's technical voice rang in his ears. Jocasta was always active, as long as the visor was on him, Jocasta was taking notes. Only when he changed into the visor form did the AI's technical abilities increase.
And that's why he needed her. Of course, he could have picked up a phone and called someone, or looked it up on the Internet. But why would he do that when the AI could do it so much better?
" Well... " Thomas started, but stopped. He blinked. His inspection of the building stopped at the front doors, which, for the record, were VERY large. It wasn't the size, it was the fact that they closed abruptly, automatically. Because second ago they wasn't.
Also, the number of people in the building had suddenly increased to sixty.
Nothing living could get past his internal sonar, and if it came within range, Thomas would know if it was underground or in the air.
Goliath doesn't like this sudden increase in numbers. Obviously someone with the ability to teleport. And that person has transported the people for protection, or to hold them hostage, or for some other reason he can't think of.
"What's going on in there? " He still wants to go in and ask about the place. Because he is TOTALLY not in the USA, there is no such building, if there was, he would definitely recognize it.
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(A/N) Yes. Yes it's what you think. I realize it's no longer "Thomas Andre in Marvel" but it's a "mini-arc" you could say . I really want to write about it, and imagine Thomas destroying Noma. Fucking epic. Sorry it's such a short chapter, I promise the next one will be bigger.
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