In the deep, dark, and crushing abyss of the sea, huge metallic steps—resonant and heavy—could be heard echoing through the silence as Gipsy Danger, or Alexander, made his way through the suffocating dark that is the deep sea. If someone focused their eyes against the gloom, or was close enough to the titan, they could see ten small, tiny figures floating like playful wisps around his still slightly damaged metalic hand.
The only lights piercing the oppressive, deep darkness were the lights and glow from Gipsy Danger itself and the sharp, piercing blue from the ten Eves' glowing eyes.
((Gipsy Danger features prominent blue LED lighting in its chest (Arc-9 reactor/vortex turbine) and conn-pod, designed to illuminate during underwater combat and deep-sea operations. The light signifies its nuclear power source and active cooling systems while battling Kaiju in dark ocean environments… In short, Gipsy Danger is a walking light bulb.))
It has been twenty long, hours since his brutal fight on the surface, and Alexander has slowly understood quite a few things about his new existence.
First, the three update chances he got had a hidden factor of luck that he didn't realize before. When he used the first point for the anti-hacking protocols, it appeared with the word "max" or "maxed" glowing beside it in his mental HUD. Yet, the other two upgrades did not include such a satisfying tag. After a few pointed questions to his system, he discovered that the upgrades had a low chance to grant "Critical Success" upgrades that are already maxed to the absolute limit.
In short, he was incredibly lucky that his first ability got maxed out on pure chance, which means that no one—not even the smartest tech-geniuses of this world—can hack his internal systems. This brought a great, cooling sense of relief and newfound confidence to himself…
And according to the system, he can upgrade the abilities that don't have the "max" word beside them, or he can spend his points to buy entirely new things…. As for why the system didn't tell him about it earlier, the only answer he got was a dry, robotic text:
{The host did not ask for elaboration}
'Yeah….. I may be the one at fault here,' Alexander mused
His processing unit snapped from his thoughts as one of the floating Eves floated up and playfully knocked on his massive head to get his attention, pointing excitedly toward their next target.
His head turned slightly, the neck gears grinding with precision as the huge, skeletal remains of a sunken ship came into the light. He examined his new find through his high-resolution optics. It wasn't recognizable anymore, just a twisted, rusting mess of metal at the bottom of the ocean, destined never to see the light of the sun again… Until now, that is.
His huge metallic hands gripped the ship, the sound of screeching steel filling the water as he crushed it into a compact ball to make carrying it easier. Once done, he held it between his hands as he turned and started making his way back through the darkness of the depths, fully dependent on his active sonar and system mapping to guide him back.
Yes, Alexander has been collecting sunken ships for the last twenty hours, and he has been doing it for several strategic reasons.
• Firstly: His adorable, floating repair crew requires metal to "eat" so they can fix his armor… Which gave him the idea of collecting huge chunks of raw metal and distributing them across different hidden places as some sort of recovery caches for him.
• Secondly: He has been skimming through the potential upgrades in the system, reading each one in painstaking detail to get an idea of what he should buy.
In order to multitask, he was collecting metal, which didn't require his full attention; after all, he simply walked while his sonar and the Eves found the metal for him. Those small gluttons were very good at finding things to eat; in fact, they were terrifyingly accurate.
He would be reading about some weapons upgrades while walking in random directions, and suddenly all the ten Eves would make gleefully happy, chirping voices as they pointed in the same direction. And all he had to do was follow
Which is why he collected quite a good amount of scrap in such a short time. Of course, counting the fact that his normal step is like who knows how many dozens of feet or meters, and the fact that eating, sleeping, and being tired is not really a thing for a nuclear-powered machine anymore.
(A little while later)
Alexander reached a spot near the coast. The surface was still far away, but close enough for the sunlight to begin filtering through the upper layers of the water. This was his third chosen place for his metal hoard. As he glanced around at the small hill of ships and random metals he had already found, with little thought, he placed his newest haul on the top of the pile.
This position was chosen carefully… If Alexander had to fight Kaijus, then he needed to be close to the surface, but not too much. Some Kaijus are much more terrifying in the deep sea, and vice versa. So this position would allow him to bolt to a more advantageous position if he needed it, or that was the idea.
Suddenly, all the Eves giggled to themselves as they pointed in one direction. Normally this would mean metal, but Alexander's mechanical mind, surpassing his previous human limitations, analyzed things in an instant. This place was scavenged of any metals personally by him; there should be nothing except rock, water, and whatever aquatic organisms live here for miles.
A single glance at his radar confirmed his suspicions: whatever this thing was, it was moving.
He decided to do his second "pro gamer move." When in danger, protect the healers, or in this situation, the repair crew. The special compartment in his chest plate hissed open, as the Eves—all looking slightly downcast at missing a potential meal—entered into the safety of his chassis.
His two hands activated the chain swords, the blades clicking into place. He lowered his center of gravity slightly, his massive feet digging into the seabed, since he half-expected a Kaiju to swim like a missile into his face. He glanced at his radar while waiting patiently.
A few seconds passed in the heavy, pressurized silence of the ocean…. Whatever that thing was, it wasn't moving towards him; it was keeping a safe, observant distance.
Alexander noticed that since waking up as Gipsy Danger, although his core emotions weren't affected and he was still himself, his mind was different. It was faster, more precise, and more detached. He wasn't emotionless, he was still himself, but in danger, instead of panicking, his new brain always focused on giving orders and preparing for a fight rather than panicking.
His flight-or-fight response turned completely off…. His mechanical mind found no point in fear since it didn't understand what death meant; it simply provided his human self with the best way to face the threat. And his human side had already sent a few people to the grave so his human side already accepted that death was not something to fear… which, surprisingly, worked wonderfully well with his mechanical one.
His metallic body shifted its weight as he started running in the direction of whatever was watching him, the water churning around his massive frame.
His radar sensed two small objects being launched at him from his target. Both of his hands transformed with a mechanical whir into Plasmacasters. As with mechanical precision and zero hesitation, his hands took aim and fired. The projectiles met with the glowing blue plasma bolts as they exploded, with the plasma cutting through the water like a hot knife.
A few seconds later, Alexander came face to face with his target…. A floating, sleek submarine was trying to move away as his hand gripped it firmly, making sure not to crack the hull under his metallic digits.
'So those things launched at me were torpedoes. I doubt that they would have done much. Their order was to probably monitor my activities, and me rushing at them may have been considered as hostile and caused them to panic… but considering that they attacked me, then a small punishment is in order.'
He turned his head to the direction of the surface as he carried the submarine with him like a toy.
(Few minutes later)
The bright sun rays slammed into his metal surface, reflecting off his blue paint, as he pulled the submarine out from the ocean while walking onto the coast. His chassis opened as the ten Eves left his chassis and floated near his face, pointing at the submarine with a clear, gluttonous question mark.
"Food… Eat… CAN WE?!"
He could almost hear the sheer greed and excitement in their tiny voices…. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to let them eat a manned submarine; after all, he literally had no idea if it was nuclear or not.
'It doesn't feel nuclear, and I don't see any signs that say otherwise, but better not risk it.'
The ten Eves all slumped in disappointment as they floated along, simply glancing with remorse at the submarine… One of them even opened her hand toward the submarine as if wishing it closer.
'Isn't that too much… It isn't like I am starving them or something?'
As he reached the coastline, he dropped the submarine less than gently on the sandy shore… there wasn't any city as far as he looked, so the crew would probably have to wait for rescue. Unless one of them can pick the submarine back into the sea, which honestly is a fair chance since it is the Marvel universe and all that.
'I will consider this situation resolved here… If anyone attacked me again, then Eves will eat the whole thing. The humans can swim to the shore.'
Alexander himself expected more than a single submarine to follow him… to be honest. He expected a figure like Iron Man; he expected many things…. A single submarine felt a little small. Alexander waited until the submarine hatch opened, as several confused and terrified humans came out one after another. Seeing that he didn't murder anyone by accident, he turned his head, preparing to go back to the sea.
As he heard the Eves all point excitedly at the direction of the ocean sensing their next meal, he almost slammed his head with the palm pf his hand.
'Seriously! Did I jinx it or something?'
He looked on the distant horizon, seeing several high-tech planes flying toward the shoreline at high speed...
'Yeah….. Nope.'
He started walking back to the ocean as he dragged the Eves—who screamed in silent betrayal—back into the safety of their compartment; after all, he wasn't risking Stark or anyone snatching his repair crew. They were worth their weight in gold.
He ignored the small shouts of the humans behind him as his huge form started to get submerged. He didn't meet S.H.I.E.L.D. for four reasons:
1. First and foremost: He didn't have an effective method of communication, and he wasn't about to bother asking for a gigantic pen to write in the sand.
2. Secondly: He didn't trust anyone, and if he was going to meet some superpowered beings, then he would wait until the first week ended so he would have received his points, and he might be able to buy upgrades to save himself from trouble.
3. Thirdly: He needed to prepare a very good lie… Yeah, he wasn't about to tell anyone that some magical card sent him here, nor share future information because:
• A. It is rather obvious that canon events are out of the window in whatever version he was thrown in.
• B. Those information are not leaving his mechanical brain anytime soon… They are his and his only. Selfish? Maybe….. If they didn't like it, they can talk to the Sorcerer Supreme; they started the future watching trend first.
4. The last reason: He didn't wait for those planes is because ….he didn't feel like it….
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(A/N):Dont forget to check on my other fanfics and to leave a comment!…And I have decided to give this fic a ten chapter test to give it a fair chance at seeing its preformance.
So don't get too attached just yet my dears.