Waking up in your warm bed is the best thing ever imagine.
Rare moments of silence and relaxed limbs were an incredible luxury for Thomas.
A calm morning, with a gentle breeze drifting in through an open window, was something he seldom experienced. These moments, when the world wasn't turning into hell, were precious. Thomas treasured them deeply, especially when life seemed like an endless series of problems, each one dragging him further into its chaos.
The public had branded him the second Captain America—heroic, steadfast, and the country's most vital representative on the world stage. But while Thomas had only a vague idea of who Captain America even was, he knew that his own responsibilities stretched far beyond simple heroism.
His work involved responding to international crises and neutralizing supervillains. And there were those who resented him for it. Politicians, those damned bureaucrats, were constantly searching for ways to keep him confined within the country's borders. Unlucky for them, they can't stop him.
Neither laws nor weapons could hold him back. At this point, Thomas had become an unstoppable force.
A man, with a power. A power somehow he got.
Not a day goes by that he doesn't think about it.
Silence was beside him, which meant time to reflect.
Again, why he rewarded a power whose limits remained unknown, even to him? The nature of his abilities puzzled him, a mystery he had yet to unravel despite years of contemplation. Thor's remark had only deepened his thoughts on the matter.
So what exactly was he capable of? For starters, enormous jumps paired with incredible strength. Jumping off Mount Everest and landing perfectly fine was just one testament to his abilities. He also possessed the power to destroy massive targets, with the curious principle that the larger the target, the more damage he sustained himself. His third ability involved delivering a single devastating blow, capable of obliterating internal organs. It was a strange mix of powers, and how they fit together was something Thomas had tried to figure out for 35 years.
What he could do in his second form was enough to give anyone a headache. But that wasn't why he lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Sign... "
Thomas Andre's mornings began with the familiar comfort of his gold-colored bed, perfectly suited to his large frame. The furniture in his room was neatly arranged in the corners, leaving a clear path to the balcony. Out there waited his favorite rocking chair—old, yet incredibly comfortable. Every morning followed the same ritual: a cup of tea, a light breakfast, and a peaceful moment on the balcony in that well-worn chair.
Today was no different. Thomas lifted himself out of bed and noticed the large red robe hanging nearby. With one stride, he was up, stretching his muscles to work out the tension. The morning sun poured in through the window, energizing him. He inhaled deeply, letting the temperate air fill his lungs, and exhaled with a contented smile.
The day was off to a good start. He wore loose pajama pants, his torso bare—he preferred sleeping without a shirt. His skin was covered in dark, mysterious tattoos that spanned his back, chest, and shoulders. These tattoos were a source of endless speculation online. Most people wondered about their meaning, but only true fans of Goliath, Thomas's alter ego, had an inkling of the truth.
The prevailing theory among his followers was that these tattoos were linked to his powers. They had noticed something unusual: when his abilities activated, faint golden cracks appeared along the edges of the dark ink. The fans were right, and Thomas felt a sense of relief when a dedicated subreddit finally pieced it together. From there, the theory spread to Twitter and other platforms. Still, this wasn't common knowledge. Anyone curious enough would need to dig through forums or ask a dedicated fan, who would likely offer an enthusiastic explanation.
Thomas was always interested in public perception. He would often create anonymous social media accounts just to see what people thought of Goliath. Some might call it narcissism, but for Thomas, staying connected to the thoughts of the people he protected was essential. In both his first life and this one, understanding how he was seen by the world mattered deeply to him.
Andre had never considered himself handsome—not in this life, and certainly not in his first. He always felt like he stood out too much, like he was too strange to blend in. Back then, he was an optimistic soul, full of joy for the little things, and often acted younger than his age suggested. Not a simpleton or a fool—after all, a fool doesn't graduate from medical school—but someone who genuinely enjoyed life's simple pleasures and laughed with abandon. Perhaps it was this lightheartedness, this softness, that kept him from finding a wife and having the life he once dreamed of.
But in this new, even more chaotic world, he was an even greater oddity. At 4 meters tall, he was a towering figure—a giant among men. Where in the world do you see someone like that? Nowhere.
And just as his size seemed strange to others, it felt equally bizarre to Thomas himself. People were usually frightened by the unknown, but time has made everything different. The public had time to get used to him. Thomas was not some sudden phenomenon that caused casualties and disasters, nor was he a space alien or a walking bomb. That's what made him famous—and, eventually, what made him money.
Because he was there all time, seen, known, he wasn't classified as Mutant, people don't put him near them. People love Thomas, but fear the Mutants.
The uncertainty they bring terrifies the populace. A mutant awakening can be sudden and disastrous.
The little girl down the street might have an uncontrollable sonic scream that destroys your house or kills your dog. Your friend from school could suddenly develop laser eyes that kill your girlfriend.
And these mutant "awakenings" brought too many problems for people to get used to.
" Sigh... " Andre running his hand through his long hair, his thoughts going in the wrong direction.
"Morning, Boss," came Jocasta's voice. Thomas perked up, eyebrows rising in surprise at her presence. Tony wasn't at the mansion—Inner Sonar would have picked him up if he were—so Thomas figured Pepper must have called him away. And if Tony was gone, surely he would've taken Jocasta with him. After all, he'd mentioned borrowing her.
"Jocasta? You're still here? Didn't Tony take you? " Thomas called out.
"The data's already downloaded, Boss," Jocasta replied.
"Already? When did he do that? "
"Before Mr. Stark arrived at the mansion, Boss."
Thomas shook his head, taking a step toward the bedroom door. "Why'd he even ask me…? Typical Tony. Probably didn't think twice about it," he mused.
Although, Tony had created Jocasta—he was certainly entitled to borrow her now and then. Originally, she was just another backup AI, but Thomas had ended up with her, and he was grateful for that. Jocasta had proven to be incredibly useful. Sure, during battles, she might just take notes, but when Thomas needed her, those notes really come in handy.
"Well, good thing he did. Good morning to you too, Jocasta."
Thomas stepped out of the room, his bare feet feeling the coolness of the floor beneath him. He headed toward the stairs, aiming for the kitchen downstairs. The guest bedrooms, along with his own, were on the second floor, while the kitchen was on the first. That's where he was headed now, planning to whip up a protein shake before diving into breakfast.
Given his size, Thomas needed a lot of food and plenty of space. Thankfully, he had both—a spacious kitchen in his company building. The mansion's kitchen, however, was more modest. It was designed for everyday use, with everything within reach for the average person. It was also set up so that the cooks Thomas occasionally hired could work comfortably when needed.
But for now, it was all his—time to fuel up for the day ahead
With a smile on his face, Thomas strolled into the kitchen and headed straight for the refrigerator. He pulled out a supply of strawberries and milk, then set them on the table behind him. Next, he opened the cabinet to grab the protein powder, placing it alongside the other ingredients. He circled the table and made his way to the blender, a custom-sized appliance built just for him. This particular blender was off-limits to the cooks—it was Thomas's personal tool.
With everything ready, he began preparing his shake. He moved quietly and without hurry, savoring the process.
A few minutes later, the protein shake was ready. Instead of bothering with a mug, he simply picked up the blender cup and headed toward the backyard, leaving the kitchen in a bit of a mess. He'd clean it up when he got back.
"The maids returns today from the vacation you sent her on, Boss. "
Now that was good news.
Yes, he had maids, a huge mansion must be kept clean. There were three of them, two twins and the head maid. He had a history with all three, and Thomas had actually done them a favor by keeping them in his employ. Plus they had asked for it themselves and he didn't mind. However, these maids were not simple, they were quite capable of defending themselves. That's another reason he hired them.
"That's wonderful news. Then what about the next one. "
Loki had shown himself, which meant it was time to get ready. Even though the invasion of New York is still a long way off, he needs to get ready. It's time to come up with a plan to prepare for the invasion and to do that he needs to discuss a few things with black cyclops ( lol). Maybe in a few days.
Maybe in a week.
His housemaids won't see him today. They know what to do anyway.
"I have to somehow make him believe I have information about the future. You can't just lie like that, so-- lie smarter. " Thomas thought. "Go off the radar and disappear for a week and blame it on a friend's problem that I have to help with. "
" Hmm... " frowned Thomas for a second. An idea slowly formed. It consisted of him leaving town to help a "friend" and while doing so, they got stuck in a mess in which... So... In which he found an artifact. Yeah, an artifact. "An artifact that shows the future... And it showed the attack on New York City. Hmm. " Thomas took a sip. The plan was delusional, and the deception would most likely come out. And such a spontaneous idea, but better to start now than regret later.
But it could work.
Or not.
But it was worth a try.
"Jocasta, call my bud Wu Zi Mu, his Triads will be useful for this. It's time to take that "vacation" we talked about. And when I come back, we should have a meeting with Nick Fury. "
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(A/N) Hello my sexy readers. As a result of the vote, we've come to the conclusion that there will be no Mutants here... Well, there will be very few, just a few of the most famous characters. Deadpool will definitely be here.
There will be a chapter or two without Thomas.
Because here's "Goliath Spider-man."