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Knight’s Dilemma – An MCU Eternals Story

April 13, 2022

Dane Whitman paced back and forth in his living room. Sersi had been snatched away from him out of nowhere and he had no idea where she could be. He had watched her leave twice now and he was going to make sure that he found her again. Of course, he had no idea how to do that. He looked down again and there it was. The Sword. The Ebony Blade. The legend that had been lost over the years so few people remembered it. That was how he could rescue her if she needed rescuing.

“Am I ready?” Dane asked. “I don’t know but if I don’t take up the sword now I may never take it up. If I don’t take it up, I may not be able to save the woman I love.”

Blade shrugged in the corner of the room. He contrasted so much with the room between his attire and his complexion that he was almost like an impossibly still black hole. “But what about the curse?” he asked.

“You mean the blood curse?” Dane asked. “The Whitman line curse? The curse that says that sometimes a Whitman picks up the blade and goes mad. The curse that caused my uncle to go crazy?”

“Yes,” Blade said simply in that deep voice of his. “That curse. I know you want to do something about this. I mean, I want to do something about this. It’s not exactly my wheelhouse but I still want to help. What I don’t want to do is have to take you out because you become some sort of supervillain.”

“Believe me, I don’t want that either,” Dane said. “But what if it’s just the opposite? What if I become a hero? Like the Avengers? Like Spider-Man? Like Sersi and her friends?”

“Blade shrugged again. “That doesn’t exactly sound like a good thing to me but if that’s what you want,” he said. “It’s a possibility. I’m just saying as somebody who lives with a curse daily, I don’t want you going off half-cocked.”

“I know,” Dane said. “And I wished that I had done more. I pushed this thing deep in the closet in the pursuit of a normal life. Then I fell in love with a woman with actual magic powers. Maybe I’m not meant for normal. I wish I had gotten a call back from Stephen Strange. I’ve heard he knows about these sorts of things.”

“Strange is a no-show,” Blade said. “Forget him. He doesn’t have time for us. We don’t have time for him. This is your decision. You choose one way or the other. Shit or get off the pot.”

“Classy,” Dane said. “But you’re right again. We’re on our own here. You, me, and the sword. If I take it up, I may never put it down. But if I don’t, I might regret it until my deathbed.”

“Yeah,” Blade said. “Those are the two choices. We keep going around and around. We’re not getting anywhere.”

“We’re getting closer to a decision,” Dane said. “Without this power, I may never find her.”

“This sword is not all of you,” Blade said. “Aren’t you an inventor or something?” It was a little surprising to hear Blade say something so empathetic. That did not make it untrue.

“Yeah,” Dane said. “I have several degrees.” He did not like to brag but it was true. He had taken so many engineering, biology, metallurgy, and computer systems classes.

“So you could just use that science to get her back,” Blade said. 

“I fear that it won’t be enough,” Dane said.

The doorbell rang and it took Dane a moment to realize what that meant. He headed toward the door and opened it. Sprite was standing there.

“Sprite?” Dane asked. “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t find Sersi,” she said. “I can’t find anybody. Something feels wrong.”

“Come in,” Dane said. He led Sprite back to the living room where Blade stood as still as the grave.

“Who is she?” Blade asked bluntly.

“This is Sersi’s friend,” Dane said. “Or family. I’m not quite sure.”

“A little of both,” Sprite said. “My name is Sprite.”

“Like the soda,” Blade said.

“Like the mythical creature,” Sprite said.

“We’re going to find Sersi,” Dane said. “I promise you.”

“I want to help,” Sprite said. “I may not be an eternal anymore but I still have my powers.”

There was something on Sprite’s face that could have been shame and it could have been guilt but Dane could tell the girl was genuine. He knew that Sprite had doted on Sersi when the two had lived in London. He knew that Sersi cared a good deal for Sprite. If Sprite could handle herself in a fight, she would be good to have along.

“Your help would be welcome,” Dane said.

“The more the merrier,” Blade said. His sarcasm was thicker than fog.

“How did you know where I was?” Dane asked.

“Something led me here,” Sprite said. “Like magic.”

“I hate magic,” Blade said.

Dane looked over at the sword again. “Let’s hope it likes us,” he said. He reached for the sword.


Iron Woman – An MCU Story

April 10, 2020

“I don’t want to be an Avenger,” Pepper Potts said. “I don’t think I’m comfortable with that.”

“You don’t have to be an Avenger,” Tony Stark said. “You can be whatever you want to be just like before.” He was working on calibrating the device he had installed on his girlfriend’s chest with plenty of care.”

“With this thing embedded in my chest?” Pepper asked.

“It’s slimmer than the prototype,” Tony said. “You do know who you’re talking to, right?” The device was fairly small, an innovation on designs similar to Stark’s own arc reactor with some major changes. The surgery had been fairly quick but complicated. Tony was pretty proud of the results and wished he had done as well on his own unit back in the day.

“Right,” Pepper said. “Sorry. I guess you do have experience with this.”

“It’s fine, you’re just cranky because you’ve been on bed rest for over a week,” Tony said.

“Is that what you call that?” Pepper asked. “It was basically a coffin.”

“It was a chamber,” Tony said. “I don’t like using ‘coffin’ and you in the same basic area code. That ‘chamber’ actually powered my lab that whole time. This device is going to do the same thing so you don’t Hulk out.”

Bruce Banner looked up from where he was studying a computer screen. “Hey,” he said. “I’m right here.”

“Sorry, Bruce, just a figure of speech,” Tony said with a shrug.

“It’s a figure of speech that’s my figure of speech,” Bruce said, shaking a mocking finger at Tony. “But Tony’s right, the device should safely siphon off the excess energy caused by the Extremis procedure.”

“It’s the best we could do since Maya died,” Tony said. “At least for now.”

Bruce had been eager to assist with this project since he obviously had his own experiences with managing radiation. Luckily, he had already been staying at Stark’s compound following the New York Incident. Tony and Pepper had moved in since Tony’s house had been blown up.

“Thanks, both of you,” Pepper said. “but now that this is done, I want to get back to work. I’m still CEO of Stark Enterprises.”

“Well,” Tony said. “You are going to be carrying around a lot of power.”

“I’ll be careful,” Pepper said. “How can it be any more difficult than dating you?”

“Ouch,” Tony said, putting his hand over his heart in a mocking expression of being wounded. “I meant that now that you’re a living reactor, you can maybe power something.”

“Power something?” Pepper asked. “Oh gee, what can I power? Maybe some hospitals? Maybe public housing?”

“I was thinking maybe armor,” Tony said. “but maybe it’s too soon.”

Pepper let out an exasperated sigh. “I told you that I did not want to be an Avenger,” she said. “Bruce, help me out here. I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want this.”

Bruce thought for a few moments. “I definitely sympathize,” he said. “I obviously didn’t want the big guy.”

“Thank you,” Pepper said. “Bruce gets it.”

“But,” Bruce said, holding up a single finger. “I spent a lot of time running from him. I spent a lot of time running period. Finally, in New York, I stopped running and it felt good. I finally did something other than run away. I wish I had done it sooner, maybe I could have done some real good. You do what you can to make the world a better place.”

Pepper thought about that and sighed. “I killed someone,” she said. “How could I be a hero after that?”

“To be fair,” Tony said. “His name was Killian, it’s right there in the name.”

“I’m serious!” Pepper yelled. “I killed a man.”

“Look,” Tony said, suddenly in a rare moment of seriousness. “I’ve done a lot of bad things. I was an unapologetic weapons dealer. I’ve killed people. Do I regret it? Sure. There’s a difference, though. What you did was to protect yourself and me. You did what you had to do in the heat of the moment.”

“Then why do I still feel so guilty?” Pepper asked.

“Because you’re still human,” Bruce said. “People should feel regret for killing. It makes sure you don’t start doing it lightly. I’ve done a lot of bad things as The Hulk but we’re learning because I’m teaching him and the Avengers are teaching both of us. You won’t be doing it alone. You’ll have all of your friends right there with you.”

“I’m already saving the world through my job,” Pepper said. “and all of the charities.”

“We’re not saying that you drop all of that,” Tony said. “Just maybe once a while you shed your heels and throw on some armor and help us save the world.”

“I’ll think about it,” Pepper said. “But if I do this then there’s no way that I’m going by Iron Woman.”

Tony blinked. “I think I’ve done a really good job building that brand,” he said. “I mean Rhodey just switched to Iron Patriot.”

“And then Iron Patriot tried to blow up the President of the United States,” Pepper said.

“Then Iron Man saved the President,” Tony said. “So you’re right that’s probably mostly a wash. You can call yourself anything you want.”

“Also,” Pepper said. “I get input on the suit’s design.”

“Are we really doing this?” Tony asked. “I guess I can concede to that point.”

“You’ll concede to all of my points,” Pepper said.

“You’re probably right,” Tony said.

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