"What can I do for you, Mr. Thompson?" She calmly asked, finding him rather short.
"Emma Frost, you are madly in love with me. You will now be my lover, obsessively if I may add. Now, get on your knee—"
Emma frowned for just a second and instantly turned into her diamond form. She glared at the man and rushed forward, gripping him by the throat and lifting him in the air.
"You dared mind control me?" Emma boomed in rage. The orders she'd heard him giving were so vile. "No, you aren't a mutant."
"Ugh… You will let me go, Emma Frost."
"Pheromones?" Emma scowled, feeling something in the air.
"H-How?"
BOOM!
All of a sudden, a loud explosion rang from the nearest wall. A large hole formed, and two figures came out walking. One was a blonde woman, slender, dressed in a white outfit with a skirt, knee-length white boots, with gold here and there. She had a gold headband as well, and a sword on her back. The other was a man dressed in all red with some black, from head to toe.
"Lady Kael?" Emma recognised the face.
"Hey, Emma. Mother said her magic protecting your mind was breached, so I came to help. Oh, this is Deadpool. He came from the future to stop Dad from destroying the universe."
Emma frowned again, though more out of curiosity. First, she had no idea she was being protected by Lady Hela herself, someone she looked up to. And then there was the random revelation that the First Man was going to destroy the universe.
No, it was already destroyed in the future, hence the arrival of this man.
"Careful! He uses pheromones to mind control people. He tried to make me his sex slave," Emma warned them.
"Oh! I like sex," Deadpool chimed in, walking lazily over. "Cute one, aren't you?"
"You!" The man growled. "Kill… Emma Frost!"
Shh!
Deadpool suddenly unsheathed one of the swords from his back and stabbed.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Deadpool, as if unaffected, instead stabbed the hanging man's asscheeks. A straight stab of the pointy end of the sword. But Deadpool didn't stop; he kept stabbing, making the man scream.
"Stop! Stop this! You, stop both of them!" the man ordered Kael.
"You're right, Emma. His body is emitting microparticles, but it's like a virus. It doesn't seem to be an ability. It's more like a side-effect of some sort of experimentation," Kael muttered and pointed her hand towards the man. "Wait, I'll heal his body and make him a normal human again."
"No! No, wait! I apologize"
But Kael did not pause. And her work was quick.
"You can let him down, Emma. And change back."
Emma didn't ask or doubt; she just did as said and let the man fall. Because of Deadpool's stabs, the man fell to his knees instantly, crying in pain.
"Oh!" Kael frowned suddenly. "I read his mind and… You shouldn't, Emma."
"What is it?" Emma couldn't stop herself and peeked for herself. Immediately, her face turned cold, eyes deadly. "You… monster! You rapist! You filth!"
She saw the memories of Kilgrave. She saw how he lived, how he treated others like toys. How he ruined families. How he forced people to kill themselves. Most of all, Kilgrave enjoyed controlling women the most. She saw a memory of him choosing random houses on a street and doing horrible things.
"What's going on? Don't leave me hanging, guys. I feel like a third wheel in this, or fourth?" Deadpool asked.
"He used mind control to make women his sex slaves, and then killed many of them," Kael coldly stated.
"He did?" Deadpool suddenly clapped his hands, all giddy. "Man, I love rapists. You never feel bad, no matter what you do to them. Oh, I'm gonna have so much fun with this one."
"No! He must die!" Emma erupted, but suddenly felt Kael's hand on her shoulder.
"Trust me, Emma. There's nothing worse than being tortured and killed by Deadpool. He's… not right in the head."
"I heard that! I'll have you know, I'm all good in the head. Tho I can't say the same for the sixty-nine other voices… What was that? Ah, they agree with me. One of them's a psycho tho, says we should shove a nuke in this fucker's ass and blow it. Fuck that, I don't want radiation that smells like shit."
"..."
Emma confirmed that. This man was indeed insane. She tried to read Deadpool's mind, and all she felt was chaos. Not a single coherent thought in that head.
"I… will agree to that. But I need a list of all the lives he has ruined. The least I can do is help them. That's what the First Man would have done." Emma declared, eyeing Kael. "And I wish to meet him. Is he in Dinosia, Lady Kael?"
"Dad? No, he went to meet Galactus."
"Who?"
"A planet-eating giant, lives in space in a ship the size of this solar system. Dad said he's alright, and he's also got a daughter my age named Galacta. I meet her sometimes."
"..."
Listening to all that, Emma realised one thing that day. There were levels to being a hero, and the First Man operated on an entirely different scale.
"I… hope he returns soon."
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Taa II,
"So… I take out the damn Aspirants and the First Firmament first, then butcher the Celestials? They're the ones who wrecked the universe?"
Galactus's giant mouth moved on the equally giant chair. "That is the case. The absence of a Celestial alone does not cause the death of a universe. Not unless attacked from beyond. To end Celestials, you must end those who threaten Celestials first."
Marshall sighed, thinking, rubbing his beard. "Where do I find the Aspirants?"
"Where the First Firmament resides."
"And where's that?"
"I know not."
Marshall, annoyed, massaged his forehead. "So I gotta help the Celestials before I kill them. Fucking great. Just when I had the damn Celestial tracker ready."
"You can track Aspirants as well. Calibrate the tracker using your own energy. You received plenty from dying to that Aspirant," Galactus advised.
"Ah! Hell, how'd that slip my damn brain? Yeah, I'm part Aspirant too. Fine, I'm gone, gotta hunt those nerds again. Thanks, Galactus, toss your girl over whenever. Kael likes her."
With that, Marshall made a portal again and returned to Dinosia, once again forgetting about meeting Death and asking her what she pumped out of her undying womb. But that could wait.
He stormed straight to the Dinosia National University, the nerd headquarters. He ignored the faces around and looked for Howard and the rest. However, before finding Howard, he ended up finding Tony with another guy staring at paintings on the wall.
"Kid, where's your dad?"
"No idea," Tony replied, and pointed at the man beside him. "This is Doctor Banner. He can turn into a green monster."
"Who cares, he ain't got tits." Marshall continued to look towards the corridor.
"..."
"Ah… First Man. Are these paintings done by Van Gogh?" Bruce asked him.
Marshall annoyedly glanced at the paintings. It was him and Marty in it. "Probably. Don't remember the name. Another nerd, red hair, petite, that was it. Anyway, I'm busy."
He left the two nerds and used his telepathy to read the minds of whoever was nearby, eventually locating Howard Stark in an underground safe lab, working with some aliens to make the Celestial tracker smaller.
Marshall barged in there and explained the change of target.
"I'm gonna need to track Aspirants. They're like Celestials, but different."
In the end, he let them analyse one of his energy attacks that used the Aspirant's power. They recorded it and quickly started working to include it in the scanner. However, locating an Aspirant wasn't easy. They were more hidden than the Celestials.
So, Marshall decided to try to talk to the Celestials first. If they could point him to an Aspirant, he could deal with them. He'd be doing a favor anyway.
And it's gonna be fun.
To speak with Celestials, he picked Ajak, since she had a way to connect with them. Though the last he knew, she'd lost contact. But he refused to believe her. There had to be an emergency way to contact the Celestials.
He stormed out of the university and summoned a massive raft. He thought of taking Marty along, but then again, there would be nothing for Marty to do. He sensed that at the moment, the big T-Rex was with Kael somewhere.
So, he stepped onto his ancient raft, ready to visit Ajak far away in China.
"First Man! Wait!"
Marshall looked back and just kept looking. He remembered her; she was one of the pretty ones he'd saved, and her name came up often. Emma Frost, he remembered, was running towards him, and holy Jesus, what a sight.
The woman was barely dressed. She had just a simple white corset on her chest, tight on her voluptuous breasts. Below, she wore some sort of white, tight skirt with a wide slit on one side that revealed an entire leg, soft and thick thighs. She had a white cape on her back. Her white stockings reached her thighs, and her high heels clicked on the road. Her hair was cut short, however, just chin-length.
That blue lipstick?
"First Man…"
He watched the woman finally reach him, panting. "You need something, Emma?"
"Y-You remember me?"
"Sure, I got a shit memory, but I don't forget the important bits, Emma," Marshall replied, staring specifically at her large breasts. What she thought from that was unknown, however. There sure was a blush on her pretty face.
"First Man, I need your help. I've refined my mental abilities quite a bit, but testing them on just anyone would be careless. I'd rather try my full strength on you. You're the only one I trust to handle it."
Marshall rubbed his chin, thinking. "Hmm… Hop on the raft. I'm busy, but I can test you out on the way."
"Thank you!" Emma jumped on the raft and walked to his side.
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