Solomon in Marvel

"Master is not in a condition to receive guests at the moment."

The day after Solomon fell into his deep sleep, fragments of the event that occurred in the Eternal City reached Wakanda. The aftermath of that transaction could not be confined to a small stone chamber, and Solomon's exhausted state was evident to anyone with enough insight. Though they didn't know the full details, T'Challa took no chances and flew overnight to New York with his royal guard.

However, upon arriving at Solomon's penthouse, the Wakandans were met by dozens of armored synthetic humans stationed at the rooftop entrance. The atmosphere grew tense as Catherine's hand rested on the hilt of her sword. In response, the Wakandan guards gripped their vibranium-tipped spears tightly. Although the synthetics knew of Wakanda's alliance with Solomon, they didn't care much for diplomatic nuances—only Solomon's safety mattered.

Under Diana's leadership, the synthetic human legion had raised the security level to its peak. Four close-combat specialists guarded Solomon's bedroom from within, while the entrances to the apartment were protected by heavily armed guards equipped with explosive-round rifles and flight-capable steel wings. Every access point—elevators, stairwells, and even the windows—was covered by crossfire zones.

Solomon had purchased the entire top floor of the building, allowing Diana to deploy her forces across multiple rooms. Even the nearby rooftops were occupied by sniper specialists, their sights trained on every potential entry point. These sentries also carried spell scrolls of Guided Shot, copied by Solomon himself. The region's drug dealers and other criminal elements were systematically exterminated, resulting in a surprising drop in crime rates. Local NYPD patrols found the area strangely peaceful, though the homicide division struggled to keep up with the flood of reports.

Far across the city, Harold Finch noticed a pattern in the crime reports. After analyzing the data, he quickly deduced that Solomon was involved. The epicenter of all activity was unmistakably his penthouse. Finch was already on his way to investigate, accompanied by Root and Sameen Shaw.

"We mean no harm."

T'Challa raised his hands, signaling peace. "Wakanda has no ulterior motives. We're here simply because we are concerned about Solomon Damonet. He is an important partner to Wakanda, and we require his expertise to advance the Mars foundry project. Ladies, please… I just ask for some honesty. I give you my word: the Wakandan royal family deeply cares about your master's well-being."

The synthetic humans exchanged silent communications through their helmet intercoms. T'Challa, standing mere steps away, heard nothing. Though Wakanda's technology was capable of intercepting these transmissions—especially since Princess Shuri had designed parts of their system—T'Challa chose not to provoke any further mistrust by attempting such tactics.

Finally, Tita, one of the leading synthetics, removed her helmet and stepped forward to speak on behalf of the group.

"Master gave us specific orders before his rest," she began, holding the helmet in her hands.

Tita was distinguished from the other synthetics by her light brown complexion, a rare mutation from her development process. After passing a thorough medical assessment by Solomon, she was given a black lipstick as a symbolic gesture of confidence. With her deep, resonant voice and composed demeanor, she was respected within the Sisterhood as much as Diana.

"Master explained that he needs several days of sleep," Tita continued, meeting T'Challa's gaze without flinching. "It's simply due to mental exhaustion."

T'Challa wasn't fully convinced. He sensed there was more to the story—especially after the strange phenomena reported in the Eternal City. The extensive security measures alone suggested this was no ordinary situation.

"Why?" he pressed. "I want the truth. I need to know when he'll wake up."

"Master's secrets are his own," Tita replied calmly. "We do not pry unless granted permission. We do not know exactly when he will awaken, but rest assured, he has a plan. The Sisterhood will not interfere."

"May I at least see him?" T'Challa asked, though he could already tell by Tita's expression that the answer would be no. "Or perhaps I could speak with Maya Hansen?"

Tita remained silent, placing her helmet back on and observing him through the tinted visor. Understanding the unspoken message, T'Challa sighed.

"Very well. If he awakens, please have him contact me. There is much we need to discuss," he said before turning away.

The synthetics watched as T'Challa and his escort boarded their cloaked aircraft. Once they confirmed the Wakandans had departed, the Sisterhood members resumed their posts. While they didn't seem outwardly disturbed by the encounter, there was a quiet tension beneath the surface.

"Lady Tita…" Catherine sidled up to her commander. "Did Lady Diana share any updates on Master's condition? The sisters are worried."

"There is nothing to worry about," Tita replied with a shake of her head. "Master never undertakes anything without preparation. Lady Diana holds the highest honor among us as Master's personal maid. She acts with his full authority."

Catherine muttered her dissatisfaction under her breath and reluctantly returned to her station. Once Catherine was out of earshot, Tita exhaled softly. Despite her composed exterior, she was far from confident. The synthetics had only been "born" a few months ago, and their knowledge—though comprehensive—was artificially implanted. Tita was still adjusting to the pressure of leadership.

She vividly remembered the moment Solomon gifted her the black lipstick. She had nearly jumped for joy. Now, every command she gave felt like dancing on the edge of an unseen abyss.

Catherine's zeal, while concerning, wasn't unique. Many of the sisters secretly worshiped Solomon with an almost religious fervor. Despite his explicit orders to avoid fanaticism, some had hidden away their works of art glorifying him. A massive blueprint for a temple dedicated to him still hung in the Sisterhood's meeting hall.

Tita understood Solomon's desire for them to remain rational, but she also knew it was an impossible request.

Their very existence came from him—their creator, the source of their extraordinary souls.

How could they not revere him?

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