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DoorMan #102
Afghanistan Desert[April 2008]
–Colin Baxter–
As he took hold of the bullet within Tony's internal organs, he slowly moved to take it out, while constantly pumping Tony with Chi to make sure the man did not die on him. That was the last thing he or the universe wanted.
Tony would not die but he had still lost a lot of blood and unlike his body, which had long since gotten accustomed to storing extra energy just in case he needed healing, Tony was stuck in a cave with sub standard conditions and equally substandard food, which meant his body was already running on empty.
He needed blood and food, pronto. He had to actively reduce the flow of Chi into his body because his body was starting to heal but it had no resources to draw upon. He did not want Tony's body to start cannibalising itself, because it had no visible muscle mass to cannibalise and overall, it would just complicate things.
So, he just waited. Kept a constant flow active, just enough to make sure Tony's body was stable. Following his mental order, Jin'Ya opened a portal and left the scene, not before throwing the orange onesie at him, as he quickly donned it while keeping an eye on their surroundings.
Assuming his orange troll persona, which was not that far away from his actual mischief personality, he waited and looked straight ahead in the direction of the sound of the Helicopter. Due to his enhanced senses, it took a while for the actual helicopter to enter his vision but the second it did, a hand shot out of his back, bright yellow and red, morphing into a giant palm in the sky, waving at the helicopter, generating small gusts of wind that blew sand all over the place below him.
He grinned as the helicopter hovered in place, as if unsure about what to do with the giant floating sign in the air, or if it was even true or not. Making things easier for them, he changed the hand and turned it into TONY STARK, which did the trick as the Helicopter moved forward and so did the other three that were right behind the one at the forefront.
He looked up as the helicopters encircled him and Tony, blowing even more sand, forcing him to cover Tony with a shield. Thankfully, it was getting easier and easier these days to conjure anything using Dimensional Energy so the shield formation was instantaneous.
He watched as the helicopters landed one by one, with armed men jumping out of them with guns pointed at him, shooting orders, as Rhodes finally exited the first helicopter, with a gun in his hand, which was kinda hilarious to him because the rest of them had military grade weaponry which did not phase him at all, and Rhodes was pointing a gun at him, thinking it would scare him?
"Get your hands up in the air!" Which was very funny because he did not budge one bit, keeping his attention on Rhodes who kneeled down to check on Tony but was rebuffed by the shield around him.
He took a step forward to talk to him, only for a bullet to hit the back of his head, the hoodie part protected him and the people around him as the bullet's kinetic energy was partially absorbed, leaving the shell to fall harmlessly on the ground.
He was sure that even through the hood and the darkness, it simulated to hide his face, everyone around could feel the deadpan he gave to the person who shot him who immediately lowered his gun, sheepishly apologising, "Sorry."
Shaking his head, he turned around to talk to Rhodes, "He has lost a lot of blood. I have removed the bullet and stabilised his condition but he needs urgent medical attention. I assume you have a field medic?" His voice was garbled, obviously, but it was also garbled in a different note than the last time he had an encounter with law enforcement, during the raid on SHIELD's satellite ships.
"Who are you? What did you do to him?"
"Colonel Rhodes, I was the one who found him here, bleeding to his death with a bullet stuck in his stomach. Now, do you want to play who's who or do you want to save Mr.Stark?" Rhodey looked around and then waved his hands, ordering the rest of the soldiers to stand down.
A person got out of one of the helicopters with the signature medic bag around him. He waved his hand theatrically, dispelling the shield around Tony just as the medic drew near, forcing another reaction from the group of soldiers, who were thankfully, not as trigger happy as before.
"I was late," He stated, drawing surprised and confused looks from the people around him, "He somehow escaped on his own. Hopefully, the damage was not too great from his time in captivity."
The medic chimed in, somehow cheerful despite the charged atmosphere all around him, "No worries, he will make a full recovery. Whatever you did to remove the bullet, the incision was precise and the wound is already recovering. As long as Mr.Stark rests, he will make a full recovery."
Rhodes was the one who interjected and rained all over the poor medic's parade, "He is not talking about physical wounds."
The medic made an O face before turning around to check on Stark's every vital sign. "He's clear for transport, Colonel."
Rhodes then nodded at the medic and then took a step back as an Air Door manifested from under the sand, and picked up both the Stark and the medic, "Which helicopter?"
The medic shakily pointed at the same helicopter from which he came from, he nodded and then began walking, the entire contingent walking with him as he transported Stark and safely deposited him on the gurney available in the helicopter. The medic skillfully fastened Tony's unconscious body as he dispelled the Door.
Putting his conjured hands on his hips, he turned around and said to Rhodes, "Well, make sure to hydrate him and not to give him too much food at once. Although, I am sure the medic will tell you that. Anyways, Colonel Rhodes, thank you for your–" He was interrupted mid salute, which came from the third hand that sprouted from his ribs, as his other two hands were still on his hips, creating a very peculiar scene.
"You're not going anywhere. Put your hands, however many there are, in the air, and do not resist. You are under arrest for crimes too numerous to list, the least of which is kidnapping a US Military contractor."
He scoffed, "Oh, so that's what you're going with. Sure, if you wish to be proven wrong so badly, be my guest."
With that statement, his three hands turned into three claws which then stabbed deep into the ground and then lifted him up, like a poor man's rendition of Doc Ock. The effect was immediate, as another bullet pinged off his head. This time, he didn't even grace that blunder with a response as he dangled off his limbs, walking to the helicopter.
"Hold your fire!" Rhodes shouted, which saved him the trouble of shielding the whole helicopter as the claws shrank, right up until he took the last step, directly into the cabin of the helicopter. Turning around, he smirked at Rhodes, "Are you coming or not?"
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The cabin ride was silent, really silent as the helicopter he was in was completely cramped, filled to the brim with trigger happy soldiers who were really nervous, meeting someone alien. To them, he must either be an alien or a super soldier, both of which did not bode well if he was not an ally.
"So, is it always this pleasant this time of the year?" He asked, shouting over the noise of the rotors as Rhodes just ignored him, so did the rest. He was certain that preparations were being made for him as soon as they landed on their base.
Not like they could do anything to him. He was just doing this out of curiosity and to check how his arms functioned against traditional military, and also as a message. This should reach Fury and was also a pretty easy way to get an inn with Tony Stark, once the man started taking out Stane.
The start of canon as he knew it, made him feel oddly excited. As if things were finally starting to move ahead.
Soon, the military base came into view as the helicopters all landed in the middle of what seemed like the entire base's forces, armed and ready to blast him to smithereens. He stepped out first, amused by the whole thing.
"Greetings!" he waved his hands at the elder gentleman at the forefront of his forces, unarmed but commanding hundreds of armed soldiers around him.
"Nice welcoming party you guys have here," He commented, floating mid air, cross legged as he waited to see the man's reaction. If it turned out like yet another Ross, he would just make them waste their ammo and leave.
If, however, the man seemed reasonable, he might just do something good for them.
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