A/N: So another new chapter here.
I know I'm all over the place. But I can't give you a set update schedule since I'll only write this fic when I'm on the mood. Otherwise I'll suffer burn out.
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(Victor: POV)
Ignoring the stunned looks on everyone's faces, except for Jessica, even Reeds as he picked himself up off the ground from where he landed after I hit him, I savored the absolute bliss I was feeling at the moment.
From having just slapped Reed.
Man, that felt even better than I was expecting.
I wish I could do it again. No, scratch that I wish I could put my hand through Reed's chest and rip his heart out and crush it in my hands. But unfortunately that isn't an option at the moment.
Though I can't wait until the time is right that is becomes one.
"Victor! What the hell?!" Susan yelled at me.
"Yeah man, why'd you do that to Reed just now?" Johnny questioned.
"Because it was his fault that Blastaar and his army entered our dimension in the first place!" I angrily retorted.
Not caring how I sounded at the moment.
Because again, if things had gone any differently we might not even be having this conversation right now.
Since this may be a world based on a comic book franchise but the people in it are very real.
They can die.
Which is exactly might've happened if Blastaar and his army had gotten any farther before we halted them.
Yet Reed doesn't seem to understand the weight of that. All he's interested in is studying my armor, which will never fucking happen, and explaining why he allowed Blastaar and his followers passage through his portal gate in the first place. He doesn't even seem the least bit remorseful for his actions.
The fucker.
"What?! Stretch that ain't true is it?" Ben asked Reed.
"No, it is." Reed easily replied. "As I was trying to tell Victor before he suddenly hit me when I completed my portal gate to the anti-matter universe, which I have since discovered it known as the Negative Zone to its inhabitants, I encountered Blastaar and his people. Which are known as Baluurians by the way. After this happened we began chatting and they told me so much about the Negative Zone but never asked for anything in return. Except to explore our universe themselves. So I decided to grant them their request." He explained. "Though I had no idea they would turn out to be so hostile. Truly."
"Then you should've investigated them more." I spoke. "Or at least installed defenses around the portal gate." I spoke. "Since because of your carelessness Reed we had to fend off a fucking extra-dimensional invasion!"
"Like I said I'm sorry for that. But the opportunity was just too great to pass up." Reed spoke. Sounding like a broken record.
"Reed!" Susan shouted.
"Not cool Reed." Johnny added.
"Stretch, you messed up big this time." Ben spoke.
"Like I said I'm so-"
"-Sorry doesn't fix anything Reed!" Susan interrupted. A pissed off look on her face. "Victor is right, what you did is reckless. Not to mention you didn't even tell any of us about Blastaar and his people. Why Reed?"
"They asked me not to. They said they wanted to meet you all the day they crossed over into our world." Reed explained. Finally beginning to look dejected.
Good.
"So they knew about us but we didn't know about them." Ben said.
"Right." Reed said. Now finally looking sad.
Excellent.
He's finally getting what he deserves.
"Reed. That's wrong on so many levels bro." Johnny said.
"I...I...Yes, I understand." Reed said.
"Do you Reed, truly?" I asked him.
"I do." Reed said.
Though I'm pretty sure he doesn't.
But that's exactly the way I want it. Since it ties into my plans to rid the world of him.
"Alright then." I spoke. "I think Reed understands guys. Now then, about our business." I said.
Once I did so everyone decided to move on.
But now the seeds of Richards reckless and less than remorseful personality have been implanted within the rest of the four. Meaning now it's only a matter of time before I can execute the bastard.
Oh what a glorious day that will be.
Anyway.
Heading into the living room we got ready to discuss business.
But before we did I sent my armor away, and Jessica re-dressed in her clothing. Not saying to Reed about her battle uniform no matter when he asked.
Since I will not give him any insight into my technology. That's a recipe for disaster.
After we got settled I began discussing my business with the four. Which was settled in no time at all.
Once it was we bid them farewell and Jessica and I left their home.
Returning to the security detail.
Who Jessica had not only put on alert using code R during the start of the battle, but also instructed to stand down when it was over.
What a good assistant she is.
Getting into our SUV the Latverian motorcade started moving.
As it did I activated my earpiece comm and contacted Brainiac. "Brainiac, is it done?" I asked him.
"Yes Victor it is. I am now inside all of the Fantastic Four systems." He answered me.
Since I just didn't stop by the Baxter Building to handle business with the F4 today I also did so so I could insert a way for Brainiac to access their systems.
Considering Reed keeps them on an air-gapped network. Meaning there is no way to access them externally.
At least that proves he has some sort of sense.
But back on topic.
The reason I did this is so I could keep an eye on the four. Namely the shit Reed Richards is working on. To make sure he doesn't destroy the entire fucking planet or universe.
"Excellent." I replied to Brainiac.
I then disconnected our call before getting comfortable in my seat and worked to take a nap.
Since after dealing with Richards I needed it.
Well I don't actually need it considering my body no longer needs sleep, food, or even air to function given how much I've enhanced it, but you get the idea.
So soon I was off to dreamland.
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[February 24th, 2008]
Typing away on a holographic screen in front of me I stopped when I heard a knock on my office door.
The one at the Latverian embassy, since Jessica and I are still in New York.
"Yes, who is it?" I asked.
"Jessica sir. Here with your 10:00 appointment." Jessica spoke from the other side of my office doors.
"Understood. Come in." I said. Shutting down the holographic screen.
Just as I did so the door opened and Jessica stepped in.
Followied by my 10:00 himself.
Norman Osborn.
[Insert Image of Norman Osborn Here]
"Good day to you Mr. Osborn." I said to the man.
"To you as well king Victor." Norman replied. He then came and took a seat in one of the two chairs situatied in front of me desk.
Once he did I looked at Jessica once more.
"Thank you Jessica, that will be all." I said.
"Understood sir." She replied.
Jessica then left the room, closing the door behind her.
Once she did I used my technopathy to activate all of the offices counter survelliance equipment.
I then focused all my attention once again one of the most well-known individuals in all of Marvel.
"So Mr. Osborn, let's get down to the busienss." I spoke.
"Yes, let's." He replied. "Since I was quite shocked when the king of a nation that has been making waves across the entire world requested a meeting with me. So, what is it I can do for you sir?"
"Actually Osborn. It is what I can do for you." I replied.
Earning myself a curious look from the man. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean king Victor."
"Oh it's simply really." I spoke. I then leaned back in my chair and clasped my fingers together. "I can help you save your wife and son from the disease that is slowly killing them both." I revealed.
Since Norman's wife is still alive at the moment.
Oh and speaking of Norman although he looks like William Dafoe his background is that of Norman Osborn from the Insomniac Spider-Man games. Which suits my needs exactly.
Hearing my words Norman was surprised for a moment, then he put a hard expression on his face. "What do you know?" He asked.
"More than you could ever imagine Mr. Osborn." I replied. "But in regards to you everything I need to." I said.
Ready to start the real meeting with the real Norman Osborn.