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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #106 : Outdated Manuals, Phantom Panic & Villainous laughter!
🕑 Added 2025-07-15 17:48:02 +0000 UTCDisclaimer - I don’t, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive
Disclaimer - I don’t, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive
Disclaimer - I don’t, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #105
Nepal, Earth[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
“What in the everloving f*ck is this supposed to be?” he all but shouted, trying to make heads or tails about the ownership manual that Jin’Ya had supposedly gotten for him. It was very rare and it was clearly second-hand, judging by the missing as well as sticky pages.
Ewww. That was also the reason he was currently glad that he had no real hands to speak of and could discard his current conjured hands as soon as he was done touching the manual. Even then, the thought of where the manual could have been made him shudder and jump into the shower immediately. Alas, that was not the case because he only had about a week before the enchantments were supposed to be renewed and he did not plan on renewing them once more.
So, in one week, he was going to either build a hangar near the Red Hearth, and store it there to work on its restoration or he had a fun idea of making a smashing entry into the life of one Tony Stark.
The second idea was immature, unnecessarily risky and unpredictable in its outcome but it was fun, and that made a very heavy point in the favour. Still, though, that was very far away.
According to some very rough calculations he did earlier, equipped with his new Rasengan weaponry, his spider limbs, and newfound knowledge on enchantments, it should not take him more than three days to have a rudimentary Hangar up and running.
Well, he said Hangart but all it would be was a giant high ceiling empty space, with a potentially open roof for the spaceship to take off vertically, because his ship did have VTOL capacity, which was awesome!
God, this is what owning a car must feel like. Except the car is broken down, very old, does not come with a manual, has alien parts in them and has very questionable overall integrity.
Some would say that it is exactly like owning a first car.
He wondered why he never bought one in his past life, despite having the money to do so. Most probably something to do with high prices and him living in a city that had more than ample public transport. Plus, the really high taxes coupled with the high cost of ownership discouraged him further more, not to mention the low running he would have had since he spent the majority of his time in a single city, barely travelling out of the state.
At least that’s what he remembered. He paused mid excavation of a bundle of wires, the conjurations flickering for a moment before he dropped the projections, the bundle of ancient wires landing on the ground, setting off a small plume of smoke.
“Huh,” he muttered, his entire body freezing for a moment. “I really do not remember anymore?” He could still recall the details of the Marvel content he consumed, some of the comics data, some Marvel wiki reading, and more.
Yet, he could not remember anything else. His earlier experiences. His close friends, relatives, and more, he could not even recall. His college, his education, his first job, nothing.
By all means, the mere thought of that should have filled his entire body with panic. Yet, all he could feel was a dull ache, nothing more than a residual feeling, of knowing that something was lost but realising that it was not as significant as he thought it would be.
Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, he manifested a set of arms to grab the bundle of cables and lifted them up. Underneath the sea of cables, was a set of levers that should stop the flow of energy to the entirety of the ship.
Then, he can hook up auxiliary power to the whole thing, so that it becomes an environment he can actually work in. Despite it being very old, the battery in this thing was more than enough to create some rather gruesome wounds if he were to be exposed to the full load.
Humming a familiar tone, though he could not pinpoint the exact name of it, he got to work, creating multiple smaller latches for the wires to lock onto, so he could safely take everything out.
He just hoped that it would be somewhat doable, the task of getting this piece of junk properly mapped using the manual in three days.
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Okay, so spoiler alert. He could not get it done. Within the first 24 hours, he realised that the propulsion aspect of the spaceship was entirely separated from the rest of its subsystems. In the manual, which was very poorly translated, it was written that it was made like that on purpose so the propulsion aspect could remain separated from any finicky repairs that needed to be done.
So, the geek that he was, he just decided to rip apart most of the ship, gutting most of its systems before placing his own, or rather, humanity’s systems on them.
So, he abandoned the ship, half torn apart in that palace before setting out to create the Hangar near the Red Hearth.
Thank Stan Lee that he had the foresight to request the barrier around the Red Hearth to be significantly larger than the required amount. That gave him ample space to begin digging and create the Red Hearth.
As was customary for Mars, he had to dig really deep into the planet to get to solid earth and then began the task of just demolition.
As he was the master of multitasking, he perfected his villain laugh with every Rasengan destruction bomb he threw in the small hole he dug with his spider limbs, with clouds of red dust exploding and turning the air around him red. That made his villainous laughter even more intimidating.
After that, it was just a question of acquiring multiple tall sheets of steel, joining them nice and tight, before casting spell after spell on them, engraving enchantments on every one of them. Structurally, the Hangar was not at all designed to survive, not even on the most moderate weather places on Earth but with the power of magic, he now had what was essentially a cuboid, that was so strong that it would take multiple Rasengan Bombs to dent them.
Unfortunately, he still did not have his portal ability back so he had to ask Jin’Ya to make a portal large enough to get the spaceship from that forest to the Hangar.
“Are you sure you don’t want a newer ship? We can get you a much smaller one, one that will work every time.” Jin’Ya suggested and he had been firm in his denial.
Yeah, a working spaceship was cool but from Jin’Ya’s recount, he could tell that the ship he was talking about was small, like Milano small. The ship he had right now? It was just over a tenth of the size of the Dark Aster, the flagship ship of Ronan the Accuser.
It was massive, and he would get it working in anyhow condition. After all, how cool would it be to just pull up in front of the Chitauri in a ship surpassing the Leviathan in size and firepower?
Just thinking about it made him shudder in excitement.
So, it had been almost a week since Tony was rescued from Afghanistan and he was starting to wonder how long it would take for either Stane to make his move or for the law enforcement, i.e., SHIELD, to catch up on the real criminal.
Alas, a quick check of the news told him no such thing and the satellite tracking he had on Stark’s Malibu house did not garner any results which made him curious because if the movies were to be believed, it took Tony only days to recover, design the new suit and perform the maiden flight from his home.
He had something in mind about the whole ice problem when Tony’s suit eventually froze over.
“Welp,” He clapped his conjured hands, creating a dull sound in the hangar, “Time to visit LA.”
