Who Turned up the Heat...
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200 Miles Offshore.
"You can't be serious. What you're planning to do would not only destroy the island of Manhattan, but it would also cripple SHIELD. My men are deployed all over that island. Trying and succeeding in containing an alien invasion."
"Succeeding for now, Directory Fury." The old republic was a Hawk of the first order. Fury himself was considered pretty bad ass in that department himself, but this man was on a whole other level.
"You have to give my men the chance to complete their mission. There are over sixty super soldiers who for the first time can truly lay claim to that title. As well as two battalions of Elite Marines..."
"Then by all means withdraw the super soldier squads. We are quite happy with the results thus far. And some of the Marines would survive if you start withdrawing them across the bridges."
"Withdrawing those men now would leave Manhattan at the mercy of the aliens, who up to now have shown none."
"Director Fury, this argument is futile. This is not a debate. You have your orders, carry them out, or we will put someone else in your position who will do as he's told." The old war hawk disconnected with a look of disgust on his face. He really thought that Fury was their man, but evidence was starting to pile up that have shown that he was either running his own show without supervision, or someone else has taken control of the man. Maybe Ross would make a better Director. Now that Banner was no longer a mindless beast it should be an easy matter to buy his services. Maybe a lab somewhere, he could even create more Hulk men. A lot less expensive than nuclear weapons, or this phase 2 crap.
Fury watched as the screens flickered off one by one. 'Damn if I'm letting a bunch of old REMFs who have been behind their desks for so long they've forgotten what we're fighting for kill my men and destroy an American City out of fear.'
"Time we finished this cluster fuck. What's the status of Loki?"
"Prisoner of Colonel Finn, under guard and still unconscious. The Hulk laid a royal beating on his ass."
"Agent Romanov managed to get him conscious, and talking. Only a matter of time before we have the information we need to close the portal."
"Time we don't have." Fury angrily left the Council communications center and went back to the bridge. A thousand options were considered and rejected with lighting speed as his brain tried to come up with a solution that would save most if not all his men.
Fighter Taking Off from,
"Director Fury is no longer in command. Override order 7 Alpha 11." an anonymous female spoke into the pilot's ear.
"7 alpha 11 confirmed," the pilot replied.
"Sir, we have a rouge bird in motion. Repeat, we have a rouge bird. Take off is not authorized." Hill scrambled to abort the fighter bomber's take off.
Fury raced out of the bridge at a run he made it to the deck with a hand held missile launcher. He took aim and fired. The fighter crashed and almost went over the edge.
Another aircraft took off from the other runway while he was busy with the first craft. It flew outside the range of his side arm. He had one more option left.
"Stark! You hear me? We have a missile heading straight for the city."
"Sixty seconds. Payload will wipe out midtown."
"I'm on it."
The pilot released the missile. "Missile released. Detonation in forty five seconds." He pulled back on the stick and turned on the afterburners getting the hell out of Dodge.
Stark Tower, Rooftop.
Natasha with the help of Colonel Finn and his men were able to get Dr. Selvig to the portal machine. The roof was crowded, but in a good way. The gathered heroes kept the aliens away.
"Faith I need to use the spear." Natasha pointed at the golden weapon.
"No one should need this bastard." she passed the spear without further comment.
*POSSIBLE PRIMARY WIELDER DETECTED!* Gungnir the spear of Odin was not a happy camper. Ever since he had improved his wielders, he had heard nothing but complaints. The two of them had objections to being improved for some reason. He did not think that their objections were valid. He had after all raised them from the humans they were to become compatible with Asgardian technology. He decided that he needed a back up.
The new possible wielder looked promising. She had a very disciplined mind and a born killer. The other two wielders had the killer instinct, but they were both chaos incarnate. This one was ordered death.
*ACQUIRING!* Gungnir had made a decision. Until it was united with Odin it would try to stay with this one as long as possible.
Natasha did not have time for the spear's games. She has a mission to complete.
"Ok Dawn go ahead. Do you think you can close it?"
"I'll try Xander." Dawn's face scrunched as she concentrates on closing the portal.
At first nothing happened, but then slowly it began to shrink. After a few minutes the portal was close a third of its previous size. But Xander could tell that for the last minute the size had stayed the same.
"I can't shrink it any further." her legs collapsed from the effort she used in shrinking the portal. Xander and Faith were on either side of her. They caught her before she hit the roof.
"Take it easy honey. You did what you could." Xander helped Faith lower Dawn to the floor. He whispered assurances into her ear.
"I should have been able to close it." she complained bitterly.
"It's alright honey. Look the big boys can't come through anymore and the rest of the pricks are easy picking. Even Bobbi and her Boytoy can bring them down with arrows."
Bobbi gave Faith the finger, but left it at that for now.
Faith ignored her.
"No you guys don't understand. She was fighting me the whole time. And she had help. That, that thing had given her a boost. I can so kick her ass."
"Who are you talking about Dawnie? There's no one else here that I can detect." Xander redoubled his effort to scan the roof one more time he came up with the same numbers. No way anyone could hide from him again. Not even Marcie at her best.
"Her." she pointed at the Tessract held in Dr. Selvig's portal generator.
"What? The cube?" asked Peter.
"Yeah the cube. It's nothing more than a cosmic shell for the bitch baby inside."
The cube pulsed.
"Oh shut up. No one wants to hear from you. Why don't you just shut it down already. This is so not a game..."
"Dawn, who are you talking to?" Faith was scanning the roof top and she like Xander was coming up with nothing.
"I think she's arguing with the cosmic cube thing." Peter pointed at the cube.
"Hey are you checking out Faith. I am right here you know." Julie has yet to let go her death grip hug and Peter didn't want to look like a mean jerk by rejecting the girl.
'Oh great. I have a jealous super powered stalker. I don't care how hot she is. M.J. will not understand and I doubt she's into threesomes. Anyway I don't I can survive anymore of Xander's glares and he keeps fingering that shovel thing under his long leather jacket. God why must you always taunt me this way. I do not want to be the butt-monkey. Isn't there someone else you can play with?'
Xander felt a shiver run down his spine. Like someone was watching him and not in a good way. They were never ever were in a good way.
"The Teseract is alive." explained Dr. Selvig. "She's testing her boundaries. She's been cooped up in tiny enclosed spaces for so long that she 's had enough. She's spreading her wings if you will."
"Doctor how do I shut it down?" Natasha asked all business like. She felt another jolt go through her, but she ignored it until she was done closing this damn machine.
Following Dr. Selvig's instructions carefully she inserted the spear into a receptacle made just for it.
"Ready!" she announced.
"Go ahead Natasha. Let's close this thing down." Steve ordered.
"NO! DON'T!" Tony Stark said in a panicky voice.
Steve held up his hand to stop the Widow. "Why. We need to get thing thing closed and fast."
"I'm riding a nuclear missile that's about to wipe out the island of Manhattan. And that portal is just what the doctor ordered."
"Are you sure?" Steve asked. He noticed that Natasha was shivering slightly.
"Trust me. I got this." a few seconds later everyone saw Iron Man steak across the sky with a nuclear tipped missile on his back. As he neared his tower he went into a steep climb, parallel to the beam that held the portal open. He went through in seconds. Everyone waited with baited breath. Everyone but Natasha. The spear was about done making the final painful changes to her genetic make up. Another Human-Asgard hybrid was about to be born. "Steve..."'she pleaded.
"Not yet. Hold on as long as you can. We owe it to him." Steve wasn't clueless. He saw the pressure that Natasha was under, but he would give Stark a few seconds to make it back.
They all waited with baited breath for the playboy billionaire to make it back. As the seconds dragged by, with no results, Steve made the decision. Natasha wasn't going to last. "Shut it down." he told her.
Natasha didn't reply. With shivering and straining musscels she turned off the the device.
Xander was the first to detect the armored adventurer as he fell out of the rapidly closing portal.
"There." he pointed.
Steve let out the breath he was holding.
"Why isn't he slowing down?" asked Spider-Man