Marvel: The First Son

'Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.' pacing backwards and forwards over Dilberts now very unconscious body, I can't help but think I may have jumped the gun on this robbery thing.

*Sir you need to calm down, you're panicking again.*

"Calm down?! CALM DOWN!?"

"Ughh." Dilbert stirs with his stupid voice.

BAM! a good strike across his jaw, making his groans silent again.

'Cero, while I don't normally hold a gangster in my eyes, we are in a world of Aliens, Gods, Superpowers, and Illogical shit, Kingpin literally survived a building falling on him! He punched Spiderman through a concrete wall!'

*I am aware Sir, but do you remember the last time you let yourself panic?*

'What? You mean London? That was nothing, nothing happened.'

*Sir you made an enemy of a Secret Organization from Myth, who then proceeded to hunt you down for ten years before finally finding your Lab and making your final experiment on Arno-Particles quite literally blow up in your face.*

'It was supposed to blow up.'

*.....*

'Alright! Alright, fine.' putting the duffel bags crossed over my shoulders, I grab Dils feet and start dragging him back to his house. 'Okay, Cero scan the house for Cameras, Wires, and anything else of note.'

*Very well, Sir.*

Dumping him in his living room I start wandering around the house, *Sir there seem to be a few recording devices around the house, there are cameras located inside most of the ceiling lights as well as some other electronic devices attached to the landline and television there is even one on the stove Sir.*

'Damm, what a careful man… I need to find the breaker; making it seem like a power outage is probably safest.'

*It is likely it will be in the Basement, the third door on the left in the hallway, Sir.*

Quickly walking downstairs and finding the rather large box on the wall, I quickly pull the main, cutting off power to the house. 'Now let's see if we can't throw him off our scent.' Quickly walking back up the stairs I begin quickly ripping out the ceiling lights, 'Cero tell me where.'

*Inside housing Sir, and inside the speaker of the telephone, behind the control panel on the oven and inside the TV screen, top left Sir.*

'Sheesh this guy has no concept of excess'

´´Urghhhh...´´ Dilbert start making noises again BAM! A good kick silencing him again.

*If you keep striking him like that Sir, it may tip off the Kingpin when He finds him*

'Yes well, we are going to make it seem like a burglary, there isn't really that many other ways we can play this.' Finally ripping out the last of the Bugs I quickly dump them all inside the oven, turning it on and up to max. Walking over to the stove, I grab it, pulling it forward with surprising ease, before quickly finding the gas-line in the space behind and kicking through it.

'Perfect, now to see if they keep any gas or lighter fluid and we are good!' quickly walking back out to the living room and grabbing DilDil by his feet I drag him out the the back door, into one of the most depressing back yards ever, nothing but cement and neighboring equally shit houses and complexes, good for me though since cement doesn't like to burn, meaning that the fire won't spread too much. quickly throwing him over the fence, I rush back to the house, rummaging through the cabinets I find a few bottles of lighter fluid, quickly ripping off the tops I begin dumping them all over the house.

*Sir remember to leave enough to trail it out.*

'Yes yes, I know Cero, this isn't my first housefire.' grabbing the last bottle of lighterfluid and matches from the countertop, I leave a thin trail of lighterfluid out the back door, making it about half across the cement yard.

'Now, It'll be like I was never here!' Striking the match and ensuring that the trail caught fire, I quickly spin around and bolt over the fence, landing on Bert to cushion my fall.

*It would be best if we left quickly Sir, people will be here soon*

'That's is fantastic Idea Cero.'

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"Yes we can get the paperwork done Immediately, you understand you will be paying actual cash right?" a rather snappy old man asks me.

"Yep, no stress, I got the money here, do you need anything else Tom?" I ask the man

"What I need is to get out of this Damm neighborhood, it's bad for my heart." Quickly taking out a few papers from the folder in his hand, he placed them on the countertop in front of me and handed me his pen. "Now sign, please."

"Sure thing, so Is the silent guy the notary?"

Scribbling a signature on quickly, I turn to look at the a short man standing beside Tom.

"Yes, I am Mr. Black; it makes things far easier if I am already here."

*You did want something people wouldn't look twice at Sir.*

"Indeed, you are right."

"Alright, then now the Money, please." Tom asks after putting the signed papers next to the still-unnamed Notary.

Handing over a duffel Bag with 1.2Million in it, "Here you go, it's all there but you're welcome to count it, I can wait."

"The Contract is signed, if it isn't all here you'll be hearing from my lawyer. Good day." Tom briskly snapped the duffel and started making for the door.

"Your copy of the paperwork is on the table Mr. Black, I wish you a pleasant day and stay at your new residence." with a small bow the notary also walks out the door carrying what is probably the rest of the paperwork for Tom.

"Thanks Mr. Notary!"

•Click•

'Well that was quick Cero, Bushwick isn't even that bad of a Neighborhood, but that old fart sure didn't want to be here.'

*Indeed Sir, but that only makes it even more in line with your desired location.*

'True enough Cero, good job finding this place. Now we have a baseline; I think it's time we start interfering with the world, No?'

*Sir... I have to ask, are you not concerned with our old Home?*

'....no, at least I don't Think so. There was nothing left for us, not anymore... I made enough fail-safes to ensure that I would ruin them all as much as possible; any wealth I had was already moved out of the reach of anyone foolish enough to try to benefit from my death.'

*Yes indeed, Sir... nonetheless, do you not miss it?*

'I... I did. But you remember what they said; they would have disliked my path either way. At least now I can try and live up to the dreams they had for me.'

*They would already be very proud, Sir.*

'Maybe.'

*What shall we call our new Home Base Sir?*

'I vote for the Loft!'

*Ah yes, the Localized Operational Facility; you never did propose what that T stands for*

'Yes well, without the T it only says Lof which sounds like bread.'

*Very well Sir, the designation L.O.F.T has been recorded.*

*Welcome Home Sir.*