For advanced/Early chapters : patreon.com/KlausXD
After the encounter in the alley, Peter returned to the upscale downtown steakhouse to finish dinner with Uncle Ben and Aunt May. He played the part of the dutiful nephew perfectly, laughing at Ben's jokes and complimenting May on her choice of dessert. Once they arrived home, he made a point of retiring to his room early, yawning broadly to convince them he was simply exhausted from his "hiking trip."
However, half an hour later, once the house was silent and the rhythmic breathing of his aunt and uncle signaled deep sleep, Peter slipped out of his window. Within minutes, he appeared in Miss Kelly's high-rise office at the Celestial Industrial Park.
Miss Kelly was still at her desk, framed by mountains of documents and glowing holographic displays. Her glasses caught the cool blue light of the monitors as her slender fingers danced across a keyboard.
"It's late, and I'm still making you work overtime. Thank you for your hard work, Kelly," Peter said, pulling up a chair opposite her.
Kelly pushed up her glasses with a slender fingertip, looking unbothered. "Actually, I work until this time almost every day. Striving to restore the glory of Celestial is my lifelong pursuit."
As a Celestial person summoned by the system, Kelly's physical fitness far exceeded that of an ordinary human. She was a "Sharpshooter" by profession, possessing superb marksmanship and mastery of "Gun-Fu." As long as she had a weapon in hand, her combat power was formidable—enough to trade blows with even a super-ninja like Elektra.
The Foundation of the Celestial Guard
Peter leaned forward, shifting the conversation to the immediate priority. "Has Jessica Jones settled in? How is she holding up?"
"She's fascinating," Kelly replied, her interest piqued. "Her raw strength is staggering—it dwarfs even Elektra's. I've settled her into a private suite within the Industrial Park, right next to Elektra. She's stable for now; she ate a full meal and fell into a heavy sleep."
Peter nodded, but his expression remained serious. "She's a powerhouse, but her mind is fragile from the trauma Killgrave inflicted. Arrange for New York's top psychological specialist to provide a full assessment tomorrow. We need to know if she's truly recovered from the mind control."
"I understand," Kelly said, making a note. "I'll have a specialist here by morning."
"If she clears the assessment," Peter continued, "I want to recruit her into the Celestial Guard. Together with Elektra, they will handle special incidents involving superhumans. We're expanding rapidly, and we need a force that can deal with extraordinary threats."
Kelly smiled confidently. "I've already noticed she has a special sense of dependence on you, Peter. I don't think she'll choose to leave. I'll nurture her as the core of the Guard."
General Ross and the "Green" Problem
The conversation then shifted to the company's largest potential deal. Kelly turned her monitor around, displaying the profile of a sharp-eyed, silver-haired man in military uniform.
General Thaddeus Ross.
"General Ross is enamored with our drone tech," Kelly explained. "He has three specific requirements for a custom order: automated target search, increased intercept speed, and hardpoint weapon systems. He's looking at an initial order of 100,000 units."
Peter's fingers tapped the desk rhythmically. He wasn't dazzled by the numbers. "Meet the requirements, but triple the price of the civilian version. If he wants specialized hunting tools, he pays the innovation tax. Also, Kelly... during the demonstration in three days, I want you to show him the T-600."
"The mass-produced combat robot?" Kelly's eyes brightened. "The military will be salivating over a soldier that can fight superhumans."
The Looming Shadows: The Hulk Arrives
Later that night, back in his bedroom, Peter lay awake. His Super Intelligence Brain meant he needed very little sleep, and his mind was currently racing through data. He pulled out his phone and began piecing together scattered news reports:
* Military lab explosion: Suspected gamma radiation leak.
* Tragedy in Brazil: Man turns green after drinking contaminated soda.
* Factory incident: Witnesses claim to see a 'Green Giant' in the shadows.
Peter exhaled a long breath. "I guessed correctly. Ross isn't just buying drones; he's hunting Bruce Banner. The Hulk is active."
By mapping the MCU timeline, Peter realized a terrifying truth: the Battle of New York was roughly a year away. Thousands of Chitauri warships would soon descend upon the city.
"One year," Peter whispered. "One year until New York becomes an interstellar war zone. I have to build our defenses before the sky opens up."
The Helipad Meeting
Three days later, the roar of a military helicopter shattered the morning quiet of the Celestial Industrial Park. The aircraft touched down on the private helipad where Miss Kelly stood waiting, flanked by Elektra and a much-improved Jessica Jones. Jessica, now dressed in a sleek suit, looked more composed, serving as Kelly's personal assistant and bodyguard.
General Ross stepped off the helicopter, his presence commanding and stern. "Miss Kelly," he rumbled, his eyes scanning the two bodyguards. "It's becoming quite a chore to get an audience with you."
"General Ross," Kelly replied with unshakeable calm. "Meetings are irrelevant. Results are everything. We've prepared the prototypes according to your specifications. Shall we begin the demonstration?"
She clapped her hands once. From the hangars above, a formation of sleek, dark-metallic drones descended in silent, perfect unison. Ross's eyes lit up with predatory interest as he watched the future of warfare hover before him.
If you like it, please give power stones.