《Marvel Wild Fiction》Inheritor
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Looking at the confused Coulson, Jay start to shift the topic.
"This isn't exactly a good place to talk, how about we switch to a more convient location?"
Coulson nod, quickly order through his coms and bfore long they was on a car riding to the New York base.
SHIELD headquarter, New York branch. As a national agency SHIELD have many place of operation over the country and this is one of them, Jay admire at the massive building he being guide to, Charlotte who wake up sometime when they was on the road also is looking around curiously.
Coulson guide them to a luxurious reception room, Jay sit down with Charlotte next to him while Coulson sat opposite of him.
While it seem to be a welcoming atmosphere but the room it self is no difference from a cage, with thick concreted wall several wall mounted camera and emergency button.
Behind one of the door was a armed squad of highly skilled men, at soon as he show any signs of aggression they will come in gun blazing. There also several pin size hole that connected to chemical box, probably some sleeping medications to subdue people that refused to cooperate.
Turning off his X-ray vision and shift his attention to agent Coulson, Jay lamment a bit about his fate, being kill several time and revive, lose an arm, lose an girlfriend, being overwork by Fury, finding his love when he almost at death door, never get to go to Tahiti until the last days of his life.
'Haizz, what a pitiful guy'
Coulson a little turn off by Jay look full of pity but still tried his best to give a polite smile and ask.
"So... Mr. Jay Walker, may i call you that? Or do you wish to be call by other name?"
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"Jay is fine"
Coulson nod.
"So Mr. Jay arcording to what we can find you are a normal person with no noticable point aside from a few successful investment in Stark industries, so how did you become someone to be able to head to head with the big green guy?"
Jay eyes narrowed, coldly ask.
" And what do you intent to do with such information? Imprison me? Turn me into a lab rat? Make me your soldier? "
Coulson coughed, akwardly speak up.
" We have no such intention Mr. Jay, us SHIELD principle was founded for the protection, so unless you have any action that negative consequences on society there no need for us to be hostile. "
" I don't plan on doing any"
"That is good to hear but you still need to give us some more information to make sure you are not a threat."
At his request Jay rub his chin thinking, and speak up.
"Agent Coulson, are you familiar with the epic of Gilgamesh? "
A surprise Coulson hesitantly answer.
" I have some knowlegde on it, the epic poem from ancient Mesopotamia that is often regarded as the earliest surviving great work of literature.Are.... Are you perhap Gilgamesh? The acient king Uruk? "
Coulson a bit confused but suddenly thought of a absurd possibility raise his voice questioning Jay.
Jay shook his head.
"No Agent Coulson, Gilgamesh is dead..."
Coulson sighed in relief, having a acient half god king in the modern time and not knowing how he would react to their actions would be very bad.
Especially since said person was able to beat the Hulk, angering him is not exactly a good thing for them, but Jay next word make him turn stiff.
"... I am his inheritor though"
Jay grin mischievous as if a kid that successfully pull a prank on someone when he saw Coulson troubled look.
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