(AN: Here's a Chappie for now guys... Thanks for waiting.)
Elias' day was… basically programmed to effectiveness.
Wake up, light work out, wash up, and breakfast before going to Mercer's Hearth.
Open shop, nag at his employees or praise them for a job well done, close the shop and go home.
Summon Kristen, spar, rest and have dinner, once ready train his control over telekinesis as much as possible then sleep.
Easy, efficient, and he always have progress with his Telekinesis. He even ignored his weekly objectives.
Tonight after another session his system prompted him.
[Congratulations!
Your Telekinesis mastery has reached Proficiency!
Your Telekinesis has reached your current level cap!
Telekinesis - Level 23!
Tier - Island level]
(AN: This is the updated scale from now on.
Limit within level 10 - Nuclear Tiers
(10 Tons- 10M tons)
Limit within level 20 - Tectonic Tiers
(Island - Country - Tectonic)
Limit within level 30 - Substellar Tiers
(Moon - Planetary - Dwarf Star)
Divided to 4 sections.
1-3 Moon
4-6 Planetary
7-9 Dwarf Star
10- Substellar
Hope it's clear. )
Elias was about to close the system panel and rest when it suddenly prompted him again.
[Notification!
You have forgotten to choose a reward for General Clint Francis Barton.
He was supposed to receive a reward from the power roulette!]
Elias laughed as soon as he saw it!
"Ahahahahahahahaha!!!!"
Kristen who was summoned heard him laughed.
"My Lord? Are you okay?" She asked with concern
"Hm? It was nothing, it was nothing, hahaha, haaaah, that was a good laugh."
"What happened?" She asked curious to what could have made her Lord laugh suddenly?
'Who would've thought that the system would forget something like that. I definitely wasn't aware that he was supposed to be awarded in the first place. Haha.' Elias mildly thought.
And indeed he wasn't informed of the task provided to Clint. It was only Clint himself who was prompted.
(AN: Ehem!)
Another notification blared at Elias.
[ALERT!
Generals Clinton Francis Barton and Anthony Edward Stark have deployed the 100 Facehuggers under their command!
They have identified enemies on sight!
Objective of Facehuggers: Eliminate all enemies.
Enemy Count: 235 HYDRA ]
Elias froze.
Then slumped his butt on the floor.
"…What?"
Another pulse followed, colder this time.
[STATUS UPDATE!
Enemy forces neutralized.
200 Xenomorph units active.
Evolution successful!
Returning to the summoning realm!]
He stared at the empty air, heart thudding.
Clint.
Tony.
Heroes.
He let out a slow breath, rubbing his face.
"I… didn't expect you guys to have made that kind of decision. Was it because of me?" he muttered, questioning himself.
He understood them almost immediately though.
HYDRA wasn't just another enemy; it was a rot.
The kind that didn't stop spreading unless you burned it out completely.
"They probably deserved it." Elias admitted quietly.
Yet the words tasted bitter. Why?
He could answer that question anytime. He was, after all this time, still anchored deeply by his previous world's morals.
Then the thought crept in, uninvited.
Would I have done the same if I was in their situation?
The system didn't answer. It never did no matter the question asked.
Elias slumped his back on the floor, unpleasant memories resurfaced, things he'd been subconsciously ignoring.
He'd been forced to choose a victim once.
Although he hadn't killed them.
He judged them instead.
On his own terms. Does he have the right to do so?
Those he deemed capable of change—he twisted their minds to do so.
Those he thinks were unredeemable, now rots in prison, with no chance of release, at all.
He'd been forced to choose subordinates.
There was even a test for it, which resulted to some innocent deaths.
And the massacre.
Because they were labeled enemies.
Because he refused to act, Judges were sent by the system.
There was actually that time he did act. The abomination incident.
Elias had told himself it was necessary.
That Blonsky was a monster. That a lot of civilians were spared because he acted.
The same way he broadcasted a threat to the city of Manhattan.
Then a delayed thought hit him like ice water.
"…Wait."
He slowly straightened up, mind already running in full.
"Wasn't he supposed to have a healing factor?" Elias muttered.
Hulk-level resilience. Rapid regeneration. Near-impossible to kill.
The Facehugger could've have worked, yes. But what about afterwards?
His brain was intact, only his chest was ruptured.
He frowned, mind racing backward.
He'd never checked the body.
Never confirmed disposal.
He'd ignored it.
A cold unease slid down his spine.
"…Where the hell is Abomination now?"
He thought for few minutes before ignoring it completely.
'Nothing I can do if I don't know what's happened to it. I'll let FRIDAY handle it. Anyway, time to get that reward for clint.'
"Kristen, can you try to find out wha happened to Emil Blonsky, in the military under General Ross?"
"Certainly, my Lord. I'll let you know in the morning."
"Thanks."
Elias focused.
The air in front of him rippled.
A circular interface manifested, vast and semi-transparent, hovering chest-high.
It was far larger than the one he'd used for Loki—grandiose, almost theatrical.
Segments spun around a central axis, each one flashing silhouettes, names, archetypes.
Not just power.
Fates.
Warriors. Hunters. Kings. Assassins. Guardians. Monsters. And many more.
Elias narrowed his eyes.
"…Still not used to this, but can you not make so appealing? It makes me jealous that they get to have this powers while I'm stuck with an undead King."
The system neither confirmed nor deny it, not that it responds to begin with.
Elias raised a hand.
"Proceed."
His palm pressed against the center of the wheel.
The roulette spun.
Not smoothly—violently.
Images blurred into streaks of light:
A man drawing a bow made of lightning.
A shadow leaping between rooftops.
A warrior standing alone against an army.
A sniper whose bullet bent reality itself.
Faster.
The room groaned softly as if reality itself was being dragged along.
Elias' expression hardened—not with excitement, but with scrutiny.
The wheel slowed.
Once.
Twice.
Then it stopped.
The image sharpened.
Elias blinked.
Then let out a quiet, surprised breath.
"…Huh."
The system chimed.
[Congratulations!
You have acquired: Character Template — Nathan Petrelli
Source: HEROES
Core Ability:
• Flight – True, unaided, high-speed aerial mobility
Secondary Enhancements:
• Enhanced situational awareness
• High-altitude endurance
Conditions:
• Template may only be bestowed upon a subordinate who has sworn true fealty
• Failure results in template override and loss of autonomy
• Subordinate may retain original appearance while absorbing all powers or choose the character's appearance.
Designated Subordinate:
→ Clinton Francis Barton]
Reading the same conditions emposed upon Loki and FRIDAY, Elias was unsure if he can secure Clint's loyalty.
He didn't even think if Clint would like the reward or not, his main concern is if Clint would choose to be taken over than becoming loyal to him.
Thinking hard about it, maybe, it was time to tell him everything.
That way, maybe, just maybe he can secure his loyalty and won't need to be taken over.
.
.
.
The Quinjet hummed steadily as it cut through the clouds.
Inside, the tension hadn't fully bled out yet.
Wanda slept curled against the wall, exhaustion finally winning.
Pietro sat beside her, alert despite the sedatives—watchful, distrustful, but no longer feral.
Bruce was at the controls, keeping the ride smooth.
Tony stood near the back, arms crossed, helmet tucked under one arm, staring at nothing in particular.
Clint stayed close to the twins.
Too close to pretend it was coincidence.
Then suddenly, the air shifted.
Not violently. Not dramatically. Not for everyone, just him alone.
The system Group Chat turned online.
A translucent window slid into existence in front of him—visible only to him.
[Private Channel Opened!
Participants: Arthas Menethil, Clinton Francis Barton]
Clint didn't react outwardly. Didn't flinch.
Didn't breathe any differently.
Years of espionage paid off.
He focused inward.
[Generals Group Chat
Arthas:
Have you have completed your task, Hawkeye?
Clint:
Yes. We are currently on our way back to US soil.
Arthas:
Excellent! There's something you need to receive from me for retrieving the scepter of Loki before. Once you have settled your current task, proceed to Mercer's Hearth and look for Elias, he would know what to do next. Got it?
Clint:
Yes. We will be sweeping HYDRA in a month's time anyway.
Arthas:
Good! I'll see you then.
Arthas has gone offline... ]
Clint stared at the empty space where the system had been.
Tony's voice broke the silence.
"You look like a guy who just got promoted but doesn't want it."
Clint snorted softly.
"…I don't."
He glanced once more at Wanda and Pietro.
Then out the window, toward the horizon.
Somewhere beyond it—past wars, past monsters, past aliens, systems or any boss acting like a villain.
His quiet life was already slipping further away. Will he still be able to return there?
For as long as Hydra still exists, he felt like it wouldn't be safe.
For this two siblings, for his family or for the world itself.
The journey was calm but they made it to US soil deep in the night.
They brought the siblings to Stark Tower and have then continue their sleep.
Clint and Bruce remained in the Tower for when the siblings wakes up, it wasn't ideal for only Tony to be there to greet them.
And so, the world slept for now. . .
End if chapter