I'm Alexander Pierce's son

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Taking off what was left of my pre-fight armour, I left it for Stark to finish, promising to stop by and see him one of these days. Looking at what was left of his creation inside, Tony sobbed bloody tears. But realising that his invention had worked out all its costs by saving lives, he calmed down a little. Lots of damage all over the hull. A torn helmet, a hole in the side of the armour and completely ruined arms. No armour of his had ever been in such bad shape before. And this was despite the fact that the armour layer of this specimen had been increased by 30%. Though if one remembered the user's insane actions, everything fell into place. Tony still shuddered as he remembered how Rain had grabbed the whip with his hands and despite the armour fusing with his skin, continued to walk towards Vanko.

Leaving the scene of the battle, I hurried after my hard drive. Hoping the Shield would have too much trouble with the expo to send many forces to Hammer's secret factory. All the way to the place I felt a strong itch in my side and arms, which on the one hand was very annoying, but on the other was glad that the regeneration was working properly. And the increasing rate of increase in the strength of itching, even hinted at raising new levels of regeneration. Already approaching the building, I decided to check the reward for the task.

The amount of reward for the task is calculated. It is not yet possible to determine the exact number of lives saved.

There are 20 hours left until the calculations are complete.

Now, that's unexpected. I thought that those who I saved from death are counted, but it seems that the system took into account those who were injured and only because of me, albeit indirectly, was able to receive medical care. Does this mean that the final size of my reward depends on the quality of the doctors' work? I will hope that because of the large number of bumps at the Expo, the best of the best were sent there.

Upon reaching the building I was met with the expected sight. There were a couple of cars at the entrance and two shield agents on duty. It's a chance to make a killing. One of the major arms suppliers was hiding a terrorist in one of their factories. You don't even need a warrant to break in and take anything in sight. And even with all of Hammer's failures, there's bound to be a couple or three great blueprints on his server. I can understand that, because that's what I came here for. Using the same tricks as last time, I was able to get my disc and flash drive.

What was I able to get from the Hammer's servers? Well, until I plug it into the laptop, I'll never know. But I've got its compact and destructive weaponry, data from Stark's suit, reactor scans and a couple of other projects in the programme's top targets. Right now, I'm heading towards a small studio flat that's paid for out of a left-hand account. It has all the comforts of home, namely a fridge with a supply of tinned food and water, a first aid kit with enough medicines, even forbidden ones, and wi-fi. There was also a top-of-the-line laptop waiting for me. To which I connected my hard drive. Entering all the passwords and going through the necessary checks that would have destroyed this baby if the shield agents or Vanco had found it. I was finally able to see the massive amounts of data I was able to pull off the server. Why gigantic? Because the military samples that Stark Industries produces are ten terabytes in size. I used a test version made of five of these discs.

After three hours of checking and searching for the most important data, I sadly confirmed my theory about Vanko's armour. Namely, that its blueprints did not exist on Hammer's servers. I had hoped to gain knowledge of how his reactor and whips worked. What surprised and delighted me was the initial work on the Superadoptoid. I don't know how the Hammer got access to such technology, but I have some ideas about its creator.

The main ability of this drone. Yeah, drone again. It's a complete copy of its opponents' technology, powers, skills, experience and tactics. So if you let this robot watch some karate competition, by the end of it, it'll be fighting the winner on equal terms. And decide to shoot him from the repulsor, you can immediately expect the same attack in response. It's a very powerful and dangerous technology. And most importantly, it's very similar to the Guardians project based on Mystique. Only here, as in the film, there is not enough data to fully implement the conceived technology. I remember in the film, they required Mystique's body to complete the project. And not necessarily a living one.

After sitting at the files for a couple more hours, I decided that it was time to go back for my battle trophies. When I got to the Expo, I found the guards sluggish and the ambulance almost gone. I figured Tony had kept the Shield out of the area and hired private security companies. Well, I feel better. Taking advantage of the darkness caused by the devastation that had destroyed most of the building and everything surrounding the exit I dragged all the drone parts in 9 runs. Pre-checking for any tracking systems. Just as I was leaving, the repair crews started arriving. I wonder if there's a Vulture among them. Or does Tony have his own damage control company by now?

After finishing this tedious evening, I finally returned home and went to bed. And after only three hours of sleep, I was awakened by the housekeeper's knocking. Not realising who I had given up on, swearing I started to get dressed. After making my "guests" wait for about 7-8 minutes, I finally came downstairs wearing a T-shirt with an Iron Man reactor print and black jeans.

There were two people in suits waiting for me downstairs. And what was my surprise when I recognised one of them as Colson. No, I'd expected Shield to come out at me, but I'd thought they'd be too busy in the near future. At least they had a perfect opportunity to get in the military's face. After all, they're the ones who gave the stolen Stark suit to Hammer to modify, and because of their decision, it fell under the control of a terrorist and it was only through the work of their agent that they were able to regain control. That's a gift for 100% approval of a request for increased funding. Otherwise, they still have a flying aircraft carrier to build.

With his trademark smile, Phil approached me.

-Hello, Mr Pierce. We're from the Strategic Domestic Intervention, Law Enforcement and Logistics Unit.

-Hello. -What's the Strategic Domestic In-- - Seeing my hesitation, Colson gave me a more normal option.

-It could just be Shield. - He said, exchanging a smile with his colleague. Apparently it's not the first time people can't pronounce that gibberish.

-So what does the Shield want from me? - I asked, sitting stone-faced as if yesterday's events didn't concern me.

-We want to offer a job suitable for a man of your talents. - Said Phil.

-What is it about my talents that interests you? - I asked, keeping a brick face.

-Don't be pompous. Top grades in all subjects throughout my education. Many victories in the Olympiads. Early graduation. With your talents, any institute would fight for you. - He said, putting out of the folder copies of my report cards.

-So if they're going to fight so hard for me, why should I go to work for you? - I asked with genuine interest. Is that what Fury can offer me? In my situation, the whip is simply impossible. Firstly, I am the son of his close friend. Secondly, his friend's position is even higher than his own. And thirdly, tell me, what would happen to him if he harmed or coerced the child of one of these bigwigs? Right, they will feel that their positions are infringed and will start chasing on the organisation and considering how well everything was going before, they will simply remove Cyclops from his position, which will most likely be taken by the father or his puppet.

-We can help unlock your other talents. - He said, pulling out two photographs. One shows me putting on the Stark suit and the other shows me ripping off my helmet and using howls.

-Am I being accused of something? - I asked without changing my expression.

-Not at all. We just admire a man who was willing to risk his life for others. Our organisation is in great need of such people. - How flooding that, and especially his emphasis on the word people. I mean, that's a pretty problematic subject among mutants.

-Yes, the man in the second photo did the right thing. -Yes. Why don't you consider the fact that I gave him the suit? I mean, seeing all the horrors, I could have been scared. I'm just a teenager. - I said, showing that if they don't pull out a tape that shows my time in the armour and my transformation, then they can try to shout that it's me. But any reasonably capable defence lawyer will argue that the claims are circumstantial and there's no direct evidence.

-Yeah, that's what a teenager would do. A teenager wouldn't even give up the armour, he'd stay in it for his own safety. But our organisation could have helped to develop this man's skills to their full potential. And he would have received the best training in the country and would have been able to learn about many things that are hidden from most people. - Said Colson smiling and looking me in the eye.

Not bad Phil. I decided not to go for a conflict and not to refute my statement. At the same time I colourfully described the perks of working for them. He didn't mention the huge life risks for people like me. He also tried to press on the teenage desire to get in where it is not necessary and find out what is not necessary.Realising that he couldn't get an answer now, he left his card and said goodbye. Said that if I met that person again, it would be good if I repeated their offer to him.

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In Germany, in a hotel room.

-Sir, Shield agents came by today. -Sir. - Said a concerned voice on the phone.

-Were they trying to recruit Ryan? - Alexander asked just for the record.

-Yes. -A female voice answered.

-Okay, I'll be back tomorrow. Follow him and report on any questionable behaviour. - Said Pierce and threw the phone against the wall.

-Why'd you flip out yesterday? -Yes. Too soon. - Said Alexander sitting down in his chair and thinking about the very unpleasant outcome that was coming.

At that moment, as if reading his thoughts, the number rang. Picking up the phone, which was not the least bit damaged he answered the call.

-Hello.

-I've been informed that Shield is interested in your offspring. -Said a voice. - Said a voice that smelled of pleasure.

-Yeah, they were trying to recruit him. - Pierce replied, realising where this conversation was going.

-Your son at least had the sense not to say yes right away. That's good. But we both know that his future will still be tied to the Shield. So it's better for them to initiate it themselves. - Said the voice enjoying Pierce's silence.

After a couple of minutes Alexander still spoke.

-When?

-I knew you'd make the right decision. Your son has too many secrets. - Said the voice with undisguised delight. -I'll have everything ready in two days and I'll wait for your call.

-Good. - Replied Pierce Sr. and disconnected from the conversation.

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