Marshall was chilling that night as he often did. Playing baseball with his son and daughters, including Logan, Magneto, his son Azul, a few Angels who could fly, and the witches. The thing about playing with that many powerful beings was that each hit flew off into the sky like it was headed for the moon.
Still, somehow they were all able to catch the balls. Well, except those like Logan, who was a great pitcher but couldn't do shit to skyward hits.
"You can do it, Marty!" Marshall roared from the side. "Swing that damn tail!"
It was now Marty on the pitch, and the bat was his big tail. The one throwing the ball was Logan, who had reached the strength of Romulus by now after years of constant training under Dinosia's genetic research nerds, who worked their hardest to bring out the best potential of all mutants.
"Wraaaa-Grr!"
Marty roared at the sky, T-Rex style. While the original T-Rex never had that sort of roar, Marty had developed it after the house fucking incident to regain the lost honor and be able to scare people. Indeed, Marshall still reminded the poor boy of that incident.
Woosh!
Logan threw the ball, a curve with such an arc that even Marty would find it hard. But still, the T-Rex swung his tail with extreme precision, changing direction mid-swing and connecting with the ball.
Bam!
It was a loud sound like meat smacking into something hard. The ball got shot towards the sky, where Mephista, Helvar's wife, was flying, playing for the opposition team.
Marshall couldn't accept that. "Mephista! If you catch that ball, you don't love Helvar!"
"I love him!" Mephista shouted.
"Dad, stop cheating!" Helvar yelled.
"Boy! You damn traitor wife-lover! You're in my team, not hers. Blackmail her! Everything's fair in love and baseball matches!" Marshall shouted back and focused on the sky. "Mephista, if you catch that ball… I'll glue Helvar's lips! No more smooching then!"
"What the fuck, Dad! What did I do to you?"
"That's the thing. You didn't do shit. Where's my damn grandkids? Should have a dozen by now."
"Is this about grandkids?"
"Damn right it's about them."
Woosh!
"I caught it!"
Suddenly, a new voice echoed from the sky. Everyone looked up. It wasn't Mephista who had caught it, but Kael instead. The blonde, angel-like girl was beaming, with a big grin and the ball in her hand.
Marshall's face fell. "My own daughter… has betrayed me… Marty… Huh? Why the fuck are you grinning?"
"Rawr-uf!"
"It's fine if it's her? Man, you're weird." Marshall sneered and shook his head, hurling his baseball hat down and stomping it like a pissed coach. "Alright, who's next in the lineup? Azul? You better blast that shit to the moon."
"I'll try, Father."
"No try! I need results, bo—"
All of a sudden, without even realising, Marshall vanished. His words broke mid-speech. Yet, Azul kept walking; the game continued. Nobody bothered, or even got worried. It was just another Tuesday, and weird shit was always happening around Marshall.
So what if the First Man vanished? It wasn't the first time. Better than getting dragged in by curious tentacles inside a book.
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Marshall was annoyed at first, but once he smelled some fine Celestial stench coming from the boy, he let it all go. He heard the boy's prayers, and somehow his prayers had teleported him all the way across America, straight from Dinosia.
He listened to the boy cry about his mother dying, so he agreed to help. He followed him back into the hospital. He really hated the smell of those damn places. Dinosian hospitals didn't smell like that.
Meredith Quill was dead, however. But when Marshall saw her, he saw the possibility. The woman sure was pretty, cute, and petite, though bald now. And dead, of course.
The useless family members were crying and then murmuring as they parted and let Peter lead him to the side of the bed.
I can smell it! Her pussy… A Celestial-like shit was in there.
He eyed Peter Quill and did a little bit of reasoning. The result was that somehow Meredith got fucked by a Celestial wannabe, because a real one wouldn't even bother. And Peter was the result.
Need more info.
"G-God! Please, save my Mom."
"She's dead, boy."
"I know, but… You're the God! You can do anything!"
"Fuck yeah, I can," Marshall replied and slapped a hand on the dead woman's bald head. "I ain't just waking her up. I'm gonna make her pretty as hell like she used to be."
Though he also wanted to see how hot she was in her prime. Someone that could take a Celestial-like guy's seed had to be something, he thought. Or maybe it was the guy who was too low-level.
"Oh!" Marshall exclaimed suddenly, though a frown formed over his face. He stared down as the woman was already alive again, brought back from the extremely tiny bit of cellular life left in her body. It was pretty much a defibrillation at the molecular level, not as magical as bringing Marty back from non-existence.
Yes, she was indeed gorgeous, with lush golden-blonde hair, a toned face, big grey eyes, and a broad, bright smile.
However, that also meant that Marshall felt every single cell in her body. And that meant he noticed whatever was out of order.
"Cute baby Jesus and his mom! This cancer ain't natural at all, girl. It's a fucking virus, reeks of the same Celestial fuckery as that boy. That fuck planted this cancer in your head."
"What?" It was Meredith Quill who spoke, awake already, listening to it all.
"Mom!" Peter jumped on the bed.
"Meredith!"
The family gathered around.
Snap!
But Marshall snapped his fingers and froze everyone around. It wasn't the time he froze; it was just their bodies. They couldn't move or speak. Just breathe in silence. Only Peter and Meredith were able to move.
"Who's the boy's father?" Marshall asked.
"I…"
"Think of him," Marshall asked, and read her mind instantly. "Handsome bastard, no wonder you spread for him. Fake as hell though. I spot fake ass every time, plastic or magic crap. Well, Meredith Quill, the bastard who banged you is probably some alien monster from space. He was experimenting. Kid's the goddamn result."
"What?! No! He loved me, and he came back."
"That ain't what your brain says. He came, literally, and dipped. And what's this seed I see in your memory? He planted that shit on my damn land?" Marshall boomed angrily. "Stay put, I'll find this thing. Happy birthday, I guess."
Marshall walked away and out of the hospital room. As he left, all the frozen people started to move.
Instead of flying this time, he created a portal. Having walked all over the planet for so long, he knew almost all the places. He arrived at the place Peter's father had planted that seed-thing.
It was a strange, flower-like thing coming off the ground. But it didn't exactly look like a flower. It looked foreign, exotic, and not in a pretty way.
"What do we have here?" Marshall crouched beside it, poking it with a stick. "He nutted here or what? I ain't touching a Celestial's cum. But I do sense those bastards from it."
What Marshall wanted was some sort of tracker. Something that could lead him to all the other Celestials who were hiding from him. His desire to slaughter them was still as alive as it was years ago. His revenge was still incomplete, no matter how much he laughed, smiled, and fucked.
"I'm gonna need nerds to help me on this," Marshall muttered and thought of someone. An intelligent bastard who had a unique mind. Someone who could make him a powerful tracker with the ability to scan most of space.
Nerds like Einstein and Tesla were already dead, so he thought about other ones.
"Hmmm… I know who I need."
Another portal was created, and he walked straight through it.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ooooh… Howard!"
Marshall appeared right inside the bedroom of Howard Stark, and from the looks of it, Maria was currently riding Howard.
"Nice tits," Marshall commented.
"Aaaaaah!"
Maria screamed and jumped sideways, grabbing the sheets.
Howard sat up, his cock going flaccid instantly. But unlike most who would have screamed or thrown a tantrum, Howard looked back at his wife and nodded.
"Can't disagree there. They're pretty fine," Howard said and grabbed his pants. "What's the occasion? Don't tell me you plan to tag team her."
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