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DoorMan (MCU SI) - #103 : It's an Octopus? A plane? A Jet? It's.....MYSTERIO!!
🕑 Added 2025-07-10 12:53:20 +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 daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.
DoorMan #103
Collins Military Base, Afghanistan[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
“I am Colonel Williams. You are trespassing on special activity zones and as such, will identify yourself. I would start by loosing the hood,” Accentuating that order were dozens of safeties going off, creating a very audible chime as he ignored the guns and focused on Stark, who was being wheeled off into the base, a dozen medics hanging off the gurney, probably prepping him for a multitude of tests.
Rhodes had stayed back, watching it all play out. Presumably, he was not the guy who called all the shots here.
As such, he theatrically bowed to the man, “Now, I have a lot of names, but Orange Mysterio at your service, Colonel.” He looked up to see the man’s expression unchanged. “Tough crowd, eh?”
“Unfortunately, Colonel, that is not an option. The only reason I am in this,” He made double quotation marks in the air, “special activity zone of yours, is because of Mr.Stark. I had to rescue him.”
“And how exactly did you do that, Mr.Mysterio?” The man asked him, relaxing a bit as Colin was at least talking, though he noticed that he did not order any of his men to stand down, including the dozen snipers who had taken aim at his head. Very prudent of them. If a standard bullet did not faze him, maybe a high caliber sniper round could blow his head off?
They were wrong but very prudent.
He shrugged and sat down, a small chair of Dimensional Energy appearing behind him, “I didn’t. The man reduced himself, which was pretty badass of him but got shot at during the attempt, apparently. All I did was keep him alive and remove the bullet until your guys got there.”
“And how did you find him?” The Colonel pressed, watching with rapt attention as he leaned into the chair, which was not that comfortable and put his one leg over the other.
“Well, you see, I have a bad habit of finding myself in places I really shouldn’t be in. BUT that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Mr.Stark is safe, and if you guys can safely pull him out of danger or not. In case something happens, I will stabilise him once more.”
“What are you?” It was Rhodes who asked, “The hands? That chair? That blue block?”
HE snapped his fingers at the man, “Finally! Someone with the right questions.” Then he put his hand on his chin, adopting a thinking pose, “Hmm. Who am I? Well, why don’t you hazard a guess? Am I an alien? Or a human? Or a monste–”
“Just stop,” The Colonel interjected with a heavy sigh. “What are you doing here? It is clear we cannot hold you so just get to the point.”
He paused for a split second before nodding, “Alright.” Standing up, he dispelled the chair construct before replying, “Well, as I said, I am here to make sure Stark does not die due to some lame reason like blood loss after staging such an explosive escape. Secondly, I don’t know, I thought it was finally time for me to introduce myself?”
“You’re a mercenary?” The man asked, confused.
He wagged his dingers, “Nuh-uh. I only work for myself. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I can heal Stark completely, he can corroborate my story that I did not kidnap him and we can all be on our way.”
“And if I refuse?”
He shrugged, “Then I will wait here until he is out of danger. I am not your enemy, Colonel. Even if I did try to force my way in, your men won't be able to stop me. So, why don’t we all just save ourselves time and let me do my work?”
A sigh resounded throughout the area, "Unfortunately, I cannot allow you to do that, Mr.Mysterio. Mr.Stark is a really valuable civilian asset and as such, cannot be put into danger. Now, I will give you one chance to leave before I am forced to open fire.”
Well, can’t say he didn’t expect that.
“Alright, Colonel, have it your way,” he nodded and left the area. He did not know why he did that or why he expected to create some sort of positive relationship with them but it was worth a shot.
He gave a resigned sigh as the sound of Jet Engines entered his ears and a second later, the Jets themselves were visible as well.
Welp, time to pull off an Iron Man 1.
Grinning, he conjured an Air Door beneath him, and just let loose, parting the clouds around him with the shockwave as he broke the sound barrier in an instant.
“Wooohoo!”
Still, that was enough to lose them as they were right on his tail, no doubt trying to radio him to stop or something equally foolish like that. Well, time for evasive manoeuvres then.
With Air Doors covering every single part of his body, he began blasting Air all around himself, without a clear destination in sight.
It was a bit dizzying at first but after a while, everything turned to normal as his reflexes caught up, stopping him from crashing right into one of the Jets and accidentally killing the pilots.
Wouldn’t want to do that. No sir.
___xx___
Control Room, Collins Military Base, Afghanistan
–James Rhodes–
“You were saying, Colonel?” He stood there, jaws open, as the man who he wanted arrested performed evasive manoeuvres better than their jets, toying with the two jets with startling ease.
No wonder Colonel Williams let the man go. It would have been a disaster to try and stop someone like that.
“How did you know?” He whispered, as the satellite feeds, radar, jet cameras, and more were piled on the screen, showing a Blue and Yellow blur buzzing through the sky, changing directions on a whim at extremely high speeds.
“The man was not afraid, not at all. He knew about the snippets as well, and yet, he sat there, on his chair that he somehow made. I knew then that he was beyond our reach but we had to try, and well, the result is as you can see.”
He nodded, his eyes locked on the screens.
“Target speed : Mach 1.1”
“Target speed : Mach 1.2”
“Target speed : Mach 1.4”
“Weapons Lock impossible."
Orders were carried out near instantly and yet, even in the chase that had gone for over a dozen minutes now, the jets were nowhere near the man.
“Target diving, losing altitude rapidly.” His attention snapped to the radar as the small bogey, barely enough to register on the radar, began diving straight down, the jets following suit.
The pilots had shooting orders so as soon as they had weapons lock, guns shot out of the jet and began firing at the target, after confirmation that there were no civilian settlements right below them.
The result was, as expected, a failure. Bullets seem to do nothing to the man.
Then, abruptly, the man began decelerating, hard, and then shot straight up, directly into the crowds.
“Target speed : Mach 1.6”
Within no time, the target rocketed into the clouds and then… disappeared from the radar.
“What happened?”
“I don’t know, sir. It’s like he just…. disappeared.”
He cursed, so did the Colonel. Usually, they would have attributed something like this to either radar stealth or some malfunction but the things they had seen the man do, it was probable that the man could disappear as well.
“Do a clean sweep of the area.” The Colonel ordered his anger before turning to him, “I want every single thing about that man, whatever Stark can tell you. Whatever that thing was, it is above our pay grade. We need to know all there is about him, alright?”
He nodded at that.
Could that man have been a supersoldier? But that strong? If any country had someone that strong, they would have long since tried to challenge the US Military.
____xx___
Red Hearth
–Colin Baxter–
“Ah, that was fun,” He said as he got out of the orange onesie and tucked it under his arms, to check on the enchantments. A fun project, it was, to constantly check and improve on his enchantments.
There was that hangar he wanted to build and the book on the advanced Enchantments and warding was sitting on his desk, just waiting to be read.
And so, Canon begins.
