| Morningstar | A Crossover Story

☆Chapter Four☆

Every test possible was ran on Bill after Loki sealed away his magic. Bill was transferred to the lab back at the Avengers' tower. The demon didn't mind most of them, but he complained about being poked at. Tony ended up comparing him to a small, angry cat. (He was also overjoyed that he wasn't the shortest person now.) Bruce tried to prevent all of this, but he knew it was unavoidable.
"Woah, woah, hey! You guys have a piano down there!"
Bruce hadn't noticed Bill pressed to the glass overlooking the main room. Tony kept a piano around for no apparent reason; he didn't even know how to play. Yet, there sat a shiny, black piano--practically new--and seemingly awaiting for nimble fingers to play a chord or two.
"Oh, do you play?" Bruce pulled his attention away from his papers.
"Yeah! I learned a long time ago; can't really recall when, but someone taught me," Bill hopped off the table he perched upon, and waited for Bruce to lead him out of the lab.
On the short way to the piano, they passed Loki--who was sitting on the loveseat and reading. He, of course, gave a dirty look towards the demon "innocently" skipping next to Bruce.
"What is he doing out?"
"He wanted to play the piano, so I thought I'd let him," Bruce sighed. "I really can't keep him cooped up in the lab all day. He'll probably attempt to burn something again."
"Hey, that was one time," Bill snickered while seating himself at the piano.
Bill played for what seemed like hours. Bruce worked as he listened, and even Tony came in to make a few minor adjustments to some of his research. When Fury called to "check in," (read as: ask if what he wanted was completed) Bruce was able to give him a synopsis.
"So, Dr. Banner. What's our new space friend have in common with us?" Fury asked plaintly.
"Well," Bruce cleared his throat, "he seems to be a lot more mentally capable than the average human being. His way of thinking is quirky and fast: he found errors in Tony's seemingly perfect calculations he would later add to his suits."
"What's he made of? I mean, is he completely human or mortal like Loki said he was?"
"Mm, not exactly."
Bruce pulled a holographic monitor into Fury's view.
"While his 'shell'--as I'm calling it because that's how he describes it, and I've even proven it to be just something along the lines of a shell--is human, his internal structure is completely different," Bruce wildly spoke as he pulled up the models he created.
"Different how, Dr. Banner?"
"He doesn't have a pulse; that's how he's different. He doesn't even need to gain energy from food or water, etcetera."
"So how does his body hold itself up then?"
"Oh, y'know. He's stealing energy from other humans, specifically Loki. Loki doesn't even know, and I'm pretty sure Bill will keep it that way because those two are a couple of rabid dogs. They are constantly at each other's throats, but Loki has the upper hand."
Fury sighed heavily, and thought for a moment. He wondered if he should initiate his plan he just got approved from the committee. Of course, he would need extra information from Loki, and possibly have to run a field test on Bill...
"Bruce, what I am about to tell you is something you are only allowed to share with Romanoff."
The keys of the piano played a melody. The song was only heard by the ones that lent an aloof ear.

"So, Bill Cipher," Fury began. "You seem to be giddy today."
"Yeah, but only because I know that wittle secret you've been keeping from your team."
Bill Cipher had grown accustomed to the "wonders" of being stuck as a "lame-ass human." He (along with Natasha, who said the shopping trip was payback for some unspoken event) completely wasted Tony's master card, and finally obtained actual clothes. Today, he wore a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, a dark gray vest, black slacks, and black shoes. Natasha had also found a way to keep his pesky hair out of sight.
"I'm going to ignore that for now, and get right to the point," Fury shuffled a few papers around. "I just need to ask you a few questions and then you can be on your merry way."
Bill listened slightly with a childish smile adorning his features. This was all fun and games for him, since he already knew what was coming. (It wasn't that hard for him to deduct.)
"In what way has Loki locked down your powers?" Fury interrogated.
"He basically carved some rather powerful and annoying runes into my back. They allow him to control the extent of what I can do, and more or less it's a form of blood chains." Bill sighed irritatedly before continuing.
"If I were to kill him or something of the sort, my infinite amount of energy would return to the universe, and I would end up stuck in this toxic world of a dream."
"How pitiful." Fury drawled.
Bill stared at him momentarily, poisonously but without hostility. If he did anything, he would probably be "killed" and as said before, he would be stuck.
"What is the extent of your abilities?" Fury continued monotonously.
"If I even tried to tell you, your brain wouldn't be able to comprehend the complexity of the extent to infinity, and your brain would fizzle out and hopefully pour out your ears," Bill snickered as cutesy as possible.
"Give me a rough estimate then."
"A black hole," Bill said.
"What in the hell do you mean by that?"
"If that reckless excuse for a god would release his puny hold upon me, then the worst I could do is destroy the universe. Well, that's at this point, and most likely it's not the worst contingency."
"Would you be willing to, ahem, volunteer as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, and participate in such things as missions, interrogations [if needed], and investigations?"
Bill thought blankly and briefly. He gambled his choices on a golden scale, thinking about what would come from agreeing to Fury's query.
"Do I have to be a hero or whatever humans call it?"
"Only if your sick little mind desires it," Fury groaned impatiently.
"Cool! I guess there's some other conditions I want to lay on the table before we're done here, and I want some things to be uplifted before you weaponize me," Bill droned on, and Fury began to shut out the echo of his voice.
Now, if only it was this easy to get Loki to agree. For if Loki doesn't agree, then the whole program goes kaput. After all, Bill needs to have certain limitations when using his power, and Fury wanted to keep the casualties down low if Bill was sent on a mission. This was going to blow up in his face; Fury could already see it coming.

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Yellow, friends! Sorry this chapter is late, I haven't had any time to write since I'm starting golf. This chapter is also un-beta-ed so plz forgive. There's going to be some more stuff about how Bill functions and all that later on, and Loki is going to attempt to convince Fury that he doesn't want any part of Bill in his sight. (Haha just wait till later in the story haha im gonna fuck shit up and make it all feelsy) Whale (lol) thanks for reading and luv yall!. P.S, judgement for the crimes Bill has commited is coming, it only has to fester with the help of another being seeking infinite power. Tee hee, im a lil shit arent I?