"No, no! That's the name of the actor, the hottest one in the market. Believe me, respected First Man. He'll act superbly. All we need is your guidance and… we hope to borrow Lord Marty to act as… himself."
Crash!
All of a sudden, the First Man flipped the metal table.
"Marty? That fatass? You're letting him act, but benching me? Rogers, tell me that beautiful bastard didn't beat my performance."
"He… did, Sir."
Silence fell in the empty room. Moments later, the First Man heaved a deep breath and took the seat again.
"Fuck, I sound like a whiny little cunt right now. Fine, I'll choke down my pride like one of your casting-couch girls for thirty seconds of screen time. Spit it, what do you wanna know?"
Steven Spielberg gulped and went for it. He already knew about First Man's colorful way of speaking, and he didn't blame him for it. Being the god of humans must take a toll on the mind.
"How were you born, your holiness?"
"No idea. Probably just snapped into existence."
"..."
This won't be easy.
But Steven had already made up his mind. Even Harrison was on board. All he had to do was learn all he could from the First Man.
####
White House,
"What do we do?" President Reagan asked. He was old, but not without a brain. He stared at the documents on his table, and then at the man who brought them, former president Kennedy, Secret Director of Shield.
"You're the President. You decide."
"I'm too old for this. I won't survive the First Man's wrath," Reagan muttered and sank into his executive chair. "W-We… how did we miss this?"
"It never existed. Seems Hydra has infiltrated pretty deep in the government," Kennedy replied, more relaxed than the current President. "First Man doesn't know yet. But he will eventually. Dinosia's intelligence network is unbeatable."
That made Reagan gulp, forcing him to drink some water.
The file on his table was named 'MK ULTRA'. The gist of the whole thing was that it was a secret military project. It was sanctioned by the president before Rogers. That president didn't belong to Chester Phillips' camp.
The issue was that the project goal was to study First Man's DNA and derive a super soldier serum from it. The DNA was gained by sweeping through the mammoth reserve, where First Man frequented. First Man's hair was found there. In fact, it was found decades ago, before the 20th century.
"Kennedy. You're younger than me, you should go."
"Fuck no!" Kennedy barked. "I love having my head on my shoulders. You should be the one to go. If the President reports it himself, there will be less anger directed at you or the White House. Make it clear this was Hydra's doing."
"..."
"I'll die of a heart attack," Reagan replied.
Kennedy shrugged. "Good thing you picked a decent VP."
"Jack, this is elder abuse."
"Your burden to bear, Mr. President." Kennedy mockingly saluted and rushed away. "Good luck."
All alone, Ronald Reagan sighed, elbows on the table, head in his palms.
I should prepare my final will.
####
Meanwhile, in Pripyat, Ukrainian SSR, Soviet Union,
"It's not three roentgen, it's fifteen thousand."
The Chernobyl disaster had occurred, the reactor had exploded, and the radiation was spreading faster than wildfire, the wind carrying it across Europe. The USSR's response was even worse.
Because of the humiliation the USSR faced when the First Man killed the entire ruling government just for a dog, the new government was focused on hiding the matter as quickly as they could. They didn't want the words to reach the First Man.
They were right. Those words didn't reach the First Man. Nor Helvar. Instead, their vile secret reached someone more dangerous, Kael, the daughter of the First Man and Goddess Hela.
Woof!
With a bark in the sky, a gorgeous golden retriever came down from the sky in the middle of the busy night. Beside the dog was a woman, with long golden-blonde hair, a face like a goddess, and clothes akin to a battlesuit, inspired by Hela's battle armor, but only white in color with golden streaks all over. And a long, fluttering cape of white and gold.
Kael had decided to become a superhero for that week. And one of her abilities allowed her to sense suffering on a global scale. So when she sensed Pripyat, she arrived.
"What's going on here?" Kael asked the glass-wearing Soviet man in the middle of a military camp. "Why are so many hearts crying?"
"..."
After seeing nobody was answering, Kael smiled softly and pointed her finger at the same man. "I'll read it then."
In a snap, the man, she now knew was called Valery Legasov, fell to his knees, clutching his head. She understood everything, however.
"Hiding something this dangerous isn't right. Thank goodness my Dad isn't here… he would've lost his temper and leveled the city trying to fix it. You there, the white-haired man, tell your people to pull back. I'll take care of it."
Boris Shcherbina gulped. He was lucky enough to survive the previous purge. He'd studied the First Man and his family well. He knew who she was. "Right away."
Quickly, Boris ordered all the military officials to pull back. Within an hour, the entire area was emptied. Then he reported it to the woman like a good soldier.
"Good," Kael muttered, and looked at Cosmo. "Cosmo, keep an eye on them. If they run, break their legs."
"I'll happily do that, Kael."
Cosmo clearly didn't like the Soviets.
But the first issue was dealing with the disaster, which included ensuring the radiation was removed from the area and people's bodies. Kael began using one of her countless powers.
She placed one palm on her eyes and extended the other hand towards the sky. She tried to feel the little strings of reality and started bending them to her will. To the naked eye outside, the view was the most shocking.
It was as if time was going in reverse, but in a limited scope. All the smoke coming out of the reactor building was returning inside the reactor. Even the reactor building started to mend itself, its exploded roof started to repair itself. The explosion appeared again, but in reverse. It was all happening so fast.
Within seconds, the entire building returned to how it was before the explosion.
"I won't repair it and give it back. You don't deserve it," Kael declared and finally removed her hand from her eyes and pointed it at the building in the distance. "You will repeat the same mistakes. It will explode again."
Woosh!
A soothing, golden beam of light escaped Kael's hands and shrouded the entire reactor building. As soon as that happened, it just vanished.
Not just the light, but the entire reactor building. The building and the ground under it, for at least a hundred meters. Only a massive, wide, perfectly round crater was left behind.
Finally, Kael clapped her hands and looked back at the men. One of them, Boris, was a government official.
"Now for the punishment. I have seen what the future holds, and thirty thousand lives are lost. I cannot ignore that. For every life taken, I will end one of your party's leaders, beginning at the top. I will choose only those who are truly evil. I promise you that."
True. This was worse than the First Man. Back then, only a few hundred had died. Now, if thirty thousand leaders died, then the USSR would be completely finished.
That was the punishment of Kael S. Grant.
####
St. Charles, Missouri,
Eight-year-old Peter Quill was upset. Seeing his mother die broke him.
He cried and ran. He ran out of the hospital until he was in the middle of a large field. She was dead, gone forever. He wailed nonstop, slightly in pain from the wounds he got from a fight with other kids earlier that day.
Bam!
He punched the ground.
"Why? Why Mom too?"
Bam!
"Mom!"
Bam!
He kept punching until his knuckles bled.
Bam!
He kept punching until no strength was left, and he collapsed on the ground. He rolled to his back and looked at the stars in the sky. They were blurry; tears made them that way. Whimpering, he finally closed his eyes and decided to pray one last time.
They say that the First Man hears all. They say that the First Man guides all people.
"God… First Man… God, please! I love Mom. I… want her back. Please don't take her. I'll do anything to give my Mom back..."
As he prayed, something stirred in him. Something ancient.
"God, please! My Mom—"
Woosh!
There was a sudden movement nearby and noise. Peter opened his eyes and jolted up to sit. He looked in front, and there stood the god in flesh, in the attire he'd seen in photos and playing cards.
"Boy, how'd you teleport me? I don't remember hauling my ass here."
Peter didn't focus at all on what the god said, and got up to his feet, wiping the tears with his sleeves. "God, please give me my Mom back."
"What's that?"
The god knelt down. Peter saw the First Man's face from up close, and the god was sniffing him.
"Huh? I smell Celestial stink all over you, kid! Who the hell are you?!"
"My Mom, bring her back."
But the First Man kept sniffing and then took a single hair from his head.
"Celestial! Definitely one sorry sack-of-shit weak-ass Celestial, but… I can find the rest with this, can't I? A Celestial scanner, damn fucking right."
Peter couldn't take it anymore and shouted, an ancient power surging through him.
"SAVE MY MOM!"
He deflated the next instant, scared that he had angered the god.
"I… please…"
"Sure, kid. Is she hot?"
"..."
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