《Multiverse of Marvel》29. Two people
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Killer Bee appeared again in a remote alley where there was nobody and he climbed upon the wall to the top of the building beside and ran over the buildings to appear very far away. He checked if there were any cameras with the help of Fixit and transformed back to John.
He walked out of the alley with a smile in his face. He had achieved what he wanted to and he was happy about it. He called a taxi and asked him to take to Manhattan, to his home.
The traffic was really heavy. It was probably due to the fact that there was a havoc in Harlem and police, firefighters and ambulances were rushing in. As he was approaching his home he got a message from Bumblebee saying that two men had entered his room. Bee asked for permission to kill them.
"Bee you can't always think of killing. It's fine. Let me reach home. I am strong enough now to handle two people. I probably know who came to my home. Calm down." John said hurriedly.
After reaching home he opened his door and realized there was no Val. He was little scared for her but then he remembered he gave protection to her in the form of transformed mobile which he changed sneakily. Since there was no message about any attack he understood that she must be away.
These two people might have led her away from home. And since even his father hadn't arrived he understood it was the deliberate action of them. He already knew who these two people were.
After entering his room he noticed that there was a person with an eye patch on his right eye sitting in a chair and in the corner was another person standing beside him and both being in darkness as the lights were off. As he went to switch on the lights, the person sitting in the chair said in a raspy voice
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"Mr. John Jameson, founder of Disney and the person behind the huge technological giants in the world. It's nice to meet you finally".
"Nicholas J Fury, director of Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division and Phil Coulson, an agent of Level 7 clearance. It's nice to meet you both too. Coulson you can sit down in the chair beside." John said while switching on the lights without even looking at them.
Now it was the time for Fury and Coulson to be astonished. They immediately touched their guns beside them as they weren't sure how John knew about them and even their identity and organization.
2 hours ago
SHIELD headquarters in New York
Fury came to New York on the information he received that was a illegal experimentation being done at Harlem and it was related to Hulk. Fury had already planned to absorb Hulk into SHIELD later as he was was too dangerous to be left in the hands of US military.
He followed the reports closely. And when Abomination broke out he already had video feedback from the scene. But what happened later changed his world view. He saw a weird black man in a weird dress fighting against the monster while singing and dancing. It almost felt like a child's play to him.
"Who the hell is he? Find out right now." Fury ordered. He wasn't sure where this guy had popped up from but he needed to know about him.
"Sir the facial recognition software can't find any relevant information about him in any database. This person supposedly never existed before now" the agent who was responsible for searching information said with a surprised tone.
"This is impossible. Check again" Fury said. "Sir I have checked thrice. There is no information about him." the agent replied.
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Coulson who was silent for some time now finally said with a weird expression " I think I know this guy. It's the same as he said. His name is Killer Bee, the Jinchuriki of 8 tails."
"Eh Coulson you know him? How come you have never mentioned him before? Are there any secrets you are hiding?" Fury asked with a hint of surprise. Coulson had been his trusted subordinate for a long time now and he never kept any secret from him. So how come he never heard about this guy from Coulson.
"Sir you misunderstood. I said I know this guy and his character but I personally don't know him. Because technically he is not supposed to exist. He is a character out of anime made by John Jameson." Coulson said with a more weird expression.
Even though Fury didn't pay attention to normal things he paid attention to the life of John as he was a person of interest due to his massive influence. So he knew what anime was. What he couldn't believe was the fact that an animated character had come to life. He couldn't believe it so he asked why Coulson thought this guy was Killer Bee from the anime.
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