The cold, sterile walls of HYDRA's command center hummed with quiet efficiency. At the head of the table sat Alexander Pierce, the man whose calculating mind had guided the rise of HYDRA's influence. m
As the footage of David Faust streaking into space played on the screen before him, Pierce's usually stoic expression twitched with a hint of intrigue.
"Fascinating," Pierce murmured, his voice laced with a rare mix of admiration and caution. "A man capable of this... He's no ordinary human. He's a force of nature."
Baron Strucker, standing nearby, nodded with a hint of anticipation. "We believe he could be a weapon, Pierce. HYDRA could control him, harness his power."
Pierce's eyes narrowed as the footage showed Faust laughing, undeterred by the chaos he had caused. "Control him?" He shook his head slowly. "Such power isn't meant to be controlled. It needs to be... used. If he's truly capable of defying physics, flying to space like that, he's a potential asset, one that could either change the world or destroy it."
Madam Viper, who had been quietly observing, spoke up in her seductive voice . "We can influence him, manipulate him before others do."
Pierce turned to her, his gaze sharp. "And if he refuses? If he sees through our manipulation?"
A flicker of hesitation passed across Viper's face. "Then we neutralize him."
Pierce smiled thinly, the corners of his lips curling. "Neutralize him?" He leaned forward, his tone growing darker. "No. We don't neutralize. We adapt, we maneuver. If Faust is as dangerous as he seems, then we must make him want to join us. And if he refuses—well, we'll ensure he becomes an enemy worth fearing."
He stood, a calculating look in his eyes. "Prepare to initiate Phase One. Faust is a wildcard. If we can't control him, we will find a way to use him. Either as an ally or a weapon. No one else will claim him first."
Strucker nodded. "Understood. I'll have agents ready."
Pierce's gaze lingered on the footage of Faust flying toward the sun. "The world is about to change. HYDRA will either shape that change... or be destroyed by it."
He turned away, his voice low, almost to himself, "Let's make sure it's the first option."
Emma Frost sat alone in her penthouse, staring out at the city skyline, her mind in turmoil. She had searched, questioned, and pushed through every barrier, but David had remained elusive, until now.
The footage had come through like a lightning bolt, capturing the moment of his return. The world had been forced to bear witness to David's undeniable power: streaking through the sky, rising from the Earth like a comet, and then—vanishing into space.
Her breath hitched as she watched the clip replayed on the screen. She knew that what she was seeing wasn't just the raw energy of someone who could bend the laws of nature; it was David, her David.
Even if the memories were hazy and obscured, the feelings—those were true. She felt every moment of their connection, and the sight of him flying across the sky made her heart beat faster.
The images faded, leaving her alone in the dark silence of her penthouse. For the first time in a long while, Emma felt vulnerable, exposed in a way she hadn't been since... well, since she had first met him.
The raw emotion that surfaced—panic, longing, loss—was almost too much to bear. She couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
"David," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Where are you going ?"
The silence answered her. He was gone again.
Her fingers tightened around the arm of the chair as her mind reeled, searching for any logical explanation.
Why had he left again? Why had he returned only to disappear once more? She felt betrayed, but not in the way she thought she would. It wasn't about being discarded. It was the uncertainty of it all—the not knowing.
Emma stood, the sharp click of her heels the only sound as she crossed the room, pacing back and forth. Her mind raced, memories flooding back in waves, each one like a fresh wound opening.
She remembered the moments of laughter, the quiet understanding, the way she had never felt more herself than when she was with him.
And yet, there was always a part of her that had held back. Had kept herself guarded, even when it seemed as though she could trust him with everything.
Now, there was only emptiness. A question hanging in the air that refused to be answered.
She had always been the one in control. The White Queen of the Hellfire Club. The woman who made decisions with precision and power. But David... David had taken that control from her in a way she hadn't even realized until now.
She had been the one who needed him, who wanted him—and now he was gone again, leaving her powerless once more.
"Damn it," she muttered under her breath, her icy demeanor cracking as frustration seeped through her.
But there was no time for self-pity. There was only the cold, burning need to find him. To bring him back. To make him see that the love they had, no matter how fleeting, was real—at least, to her.
She snatched her phone from the table, dialing a number that had never failed her before. It rang once. Twice. A third time before someone picked up.
"Ms. Frost?" The voice on the other end was steady, professional. It was a subordinate she trusted, someone who could handle delicate matters with discretion.
"I need every resource at your disposal; buy a space shuttle and paint it boldly with my name, and prepare for launch," she snapped. "David has returned, and I want to find him, even if it's in space!"
The voice hesitated, but only for a moment. "Understood, Ms. Frost. We'll begin the search immediately."
Emma hung up without another word. She didn't need to explain. They knew what she wanted. She knew what she had to do. She had to find David—whatever it took. The world could change, but only if she could get to him first.
As she moved toward the elevator, the sense of urgency gnawing at her, she paused and glanced out at the city once more. There was so much at stake now. So much that she couldn't afford to lose. And if David was truly gone for good this time, she would never forgive herself for not trying harder to hold on to him.
"Hold on, David," she whispered into the quiet night. "I'm coming."
Meanwhile, in the dark corridors of HYDRA's hidden base, the images of Faust's flight had sparked something far more dangerous. Pierce's words lingered in the air, a silent command to move swiftly. Emma Frost wasn't the only one with eyes on David Faust, and if he wasn't already being hunted, he would be soon.
The world was shifting in ways no one could fully predict—and some would stop at nothing to ensure that Faust didn't slip from their grasp again.
Meanwhile, in the barren moon , A lone man was standing on the edge, watching the earth silently. His solitude was interrupted by the appearance of a beautiful woman with long red hair.
She embraced the man from behind and spoke softly, " Are you still thinking about your friend down there? We can go down there and visit him , you know. "
The man stayed silent, not saying anything.
The woman , just held him and stood beside him.
All of a sudden, the man's eyes widened as he saw a brilliant golden light emerging from the earth's atmosphere as a streak of light flew past them. The person stared at him and threw something, then flew away
The man and woman both looked curiously at the object thrown, which looked like a rolled up paper ball. They opened it to find something written in there.
" Go brush your teeth if you have bad breath, don't stop talking to people asshole." Reading the message, a vein popped up on the man's forehead while the woman laughed hysterically . She barely managed to squeeze out, " He is still the same as before. So, my king, are you willing to take the advice of your only human friend?" She smirked.
The man threw the enery made paper ball up, and whispered, ' Fuck you!' , to which an energy beam escaped his mouth, trying to disintegrate the paper.
Unluckily, the paper exploded and covered him with pink glitters which said, " Go brush your teeth, your stinky breath can't destroy my stuff, hahaha!" The woman burst into laughter , enjoying the rare look of bafflement on her fiancée's face.
The inhumans were greeted by the unique sight of their king that day, covered in pink glitter, his fiancée just laughing at him from the side. This event was latter decreed by the king to be never spoken of again.
Black Bolt decided that day, he would kick his only friend's ass no matter what, and then dress him in a french maid dress and parade him around to avenge his reputation.
Sadly that wish would never come true.