The Crazy Marsh - MCU AU (Non-SI)

Disclaimer - I don’t, and have never claimed to, own Marvel or its Intellectual Property. This is all just so that I can take my maladaptive daydreaming and turn it into something so that it does not ruin the rest of my day.

–SHIELD Helicarrier (2010)–

–Director Fury–

Fury watched as everything was finally ready. The project that was once only on paper was now finally taking flight. They were in the HUB, a specially created hangar in the wildness of North America, for the Helicarrier. The first generation of mobile SHIELD HQs, capable of being deployed in sensitive areas as a show of power, as a deterrent, and also as a resource ship, capable of transporting untold numbers of resources, all the while protecting it with the same zealousness as a full Navy convoy.

It was something he had fought tooth and nail for because this was something that was finally going to separate SHIELD from the rest of the alphabet soup agencies. This was going to give them the global edge the world desperately needed, especially since it had become increasingly weird to live on this blue rock.

Once fully operational, it would house over 4000 agents for months on end. Only making brief stops to stock up on food since all the power was provided by four nuclear reactors that were technically illegal but the respective world superpowers had given their go ahead so who would bother enforcing the law?

It also had an advanced stealth system capable of hiding itself from most systems and the ones that could track the Helicarrier were already hijacked by the agency. The only ones who could unravel their existence now were the Chiefs of Defense and the respective heads of state of the member countries of the World Security Council.

Speaking of the Council, they hadn’t even bothered to show up, to see the crown jewel of SHIELD and he was frankly glad for that because he did not wish for them to bask in the glory of something that they tried to stop at every turn, extracting many, many favours from him in exchange for the gargantuan funding required to build this.

They outright had to invent stuff to make this possible. But it was all worth it. Already, the second generation Helicarriers had been planned, and from what he heard, they were going to be built at 60% of the cost of the first one, which was a good start but he knew they could bring it down, especially if he could somehow rope in….

“Eww! What is that!” A voice that he hated hearing, emerged from above. He didn’t even bother looking up as a man landed right beside him, clad in a white three piece suit, sitting in a chair, petting a black cat.

The contrast between the white suit, the black chair, and the black cat, along with the absurdity of a flying chair landing on the observation deck, where he stood, the combined ridiculousness of the situation made the agents who were supposed to defend the space, gawk at the spectacle before their training kicked in and dozens upon dozens of weapons were aimed on the smug bastard who merely looked at him.

Sighing, he waved all the agents down before looking down at Marshal Robinson, who apparently did not like being looked down upon as the chair prompt began floating, bringing Marshal at his eye level.

“What are you doing here?” HE asked the man who had tried his best to become the bane of his existence the past year.

Marshal Robinson, a clearly fake name because they had no way of confirming since there was no mention in any known database matching that face. With his level of technology, it was clearly possible to alter his face so he had given up looking for his origin.

The man shrugged as the chair turned in place, so that the smug bastard was looking at the now slowly descending Helicarrier, since the floating test was now done. “I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. You do know I could have built you something 10 times as awesome–”

“At a hundred times the original cost, yes, I am aware.” He rolled his eyes before turning sharply, preparing to head down, in a vain hope that the man would get the message and stop pestering him.

“Ah, ah, you are not escaping so easily this time, Fury. You might not get the usual Live stream treatment because your pesky laws just shut down the platform but I would like to know more. This is clearly interesting because you guys have finally caught up with first generation floating city tech. I, on the other hand, am on the 97th generation. Don’t feel too bad though because…”

“...Yes, I know because you were born different. The whole world knows about it at this point. Now, what do you really want?” 

He just wanted the man child to get to the point because the faster he could get this menace out of his base, the faster his blood pressure would recover. The man somehow sensed that as a compartment on the chair opened up and a small bottle of pills was extended in his direction.

He so desperately wanted to refuse it but the effects were undeniable. Begrudgingly, he took the bottle and popped one in his mouth right after. Sighing in immediate comfort, he pocketed the bottle and once more, glared at the man, “That is not going to work as a bribe, you know that.”

Marshal had the audacity to laugh, “Ha! If I truly wanted to bribe you, I would have gifted you stealth orbital cannons with a high degree of spatial movement. Speaking of which, when is your birthday?”

“...Today.”

“Oh, Fury! You joker!”

“Just get to the point because a time will come when even these pills might not help and you would rue the day.”

Marshal just shook his head with an amused smile before waving his hand, revealing the Asteroid field. His eyes narrowed as the feed zoomed in, more and more, until it showed a relatively small rock with glittering blue rocks sticking out of it.

“Is that?”

“Raw unrefined Vibranium? Why, yes it is.” The words rang in his ears but his mind was already moving in a dozen different directions. The asteroid might look small in comparison to the other rocks but he knew it was more than large enough because that might just be the biggest Vibranium reserve they had ever found.

Turning one baleful glare at the now casually popcorn eating bastard,  he spit out, “What do you want?”

The man took a moment to reply, “Glad you asked. Full public partnership. I want a company registered in my name and diplomatic immunity as the King of sovereign land.

He openly scoffed at the notion, “Ha! You have to have people to be king. As of now, you are King of nothing but a green utopia with you being its only denizen. Don’t bother hiding the fact that you have diagnosed yourself to be on the verge of depression, simply because you lack social contact.”

He simply looked into the eyes of the man who now sported a somber look on his face, before he slumped back into his chair, the cat now purring in an effort to calm down its so called KING.

“Fine. We’ll discuss this yet another time. I, for one, would love to see this ship crash and burns so I can say I TOLD YOU SO but let’s see.”

He shook his head and headed straight to his office. Something told him that he will be needing a liberal amount of alcohol to deal with the whirlwind of ridiculousness that is Marshal Robinson, the owner of Marshland, a floating city that regularly toured the world, housing not just every single biosphere and every single species on the planet but also weapons of such magnitude that it had basically forced all the superpowers in the world to come to a consensus to ignore the damned thing and the island as long as Marshal did not go around attacking every single country.

Such was the might of Marshal Robinson and his technology.