Zachary Danvers-Stark is the adoptive son of Tony Stark, with a genius-level intellect and gifted powers. But his life will turn when he becomes a part of something, much, much bigger than himself.
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"Sorry about the security red tape... you know, intellectual property — blah, blah, blah."
Kyle Zeller jabbered on as he showed a new CyberTek recruit, Jesse Fletcher around the premises of their office. Fletcher was a promising new recruit to their operations, coming in from their incentives program.
"Started with me on my computer in the basement," Zeller continued, showing Jesse around the army of cubicles. "And now, look what we've grown into! We've got 20 active systems, and we're growing fast."
"I was gonna ask about the construction next door?" Jesse asked curiously to Zeller as they rounded the corner.
"Ah, yeah, we're planning to add another 100 systems by the end of the month — that's Sally, hey, Sally." Zeller elaborated, quickly pausing to greet a colleague.
"So, what, are you really into this sort of thing?" Zeller asked the young recruit with interest behind his eyes.
"Um... The incentives program?" Fletcher meekishly responded.
Zeller's eyes dimmed slightly. "Yeah... no one's turned that down yet." He said, still continuing with their tour. "Anyway, so every operator is in charge of one unit, you will receive an email 24 hours before it goes online."
"Now, some are volunteers, but some are here for the same reason you're here—"
"Hey, Zeller?" a voice cut him off, grabbing his attention from behind him. "We're in position."
The comment immediately flicked a switch in Zeller's mind, and he sprinted to the front of the office, Fletcher following behind. "Okay — this is good for you to learn on your first day." Zeller breathed nervously, turning Fletcher to a set of camera feeds.
Four sets of cameras were pointed towards a group of six agents; Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Eddie Monroe, Antione Triplett, Nick Sawyer and Skye.
"These guys?" Zeller pointed to the screens, as a nervous Fletcher watched. "We don't like these guys." He fumbled carefully with a cell phone, dialed a number, and quickly sent a message.
"Yes, sir, we have them in sight — Copy that."
Zeller ended the call, and looked up to every Cybertek official in the room. "Okay, people — let them have it."
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Under the Barbershop.
Red cyclop-like eyes were the only form of light within the secluded Barbershop amongst the servers and computers. Each soldier stood silently in place, as if awaiting commands like a robot.
"Could sure use a little light in here." Coulson commented.
"Got it." Trip responded, whipping out a torchlight and rolled out on the floor. The shadows cleared, and only a squad of seven Centipede soldiers became visible. One of them wielded the Asgardian Berserker staff, clutched in his arms, increasing his strength to be on par with Thor himself.
