Marvel: Upgrading Death

Chapter 120 120 - Animal Lover, Burn The Witch & The Barbecue Incident I

Turns out, having a real space warlord smurf to act as your villain was far greater than the rotten teeth, funny-faced Yondu. Swiftly, reshoots were done, and Yondu was entirely cut out of the movie.

Now Ronan was the villain, and the man looked intimidating. And the way he spoke was grand, noble, like he had a stick up his ass called blood supremacy. And the speech Ronan gave about humanity and the Kree being so powerful was Oscar-worthy.

But it was a different thing that Ronan ended up in a grave once the movie was done filming, and Marshall was already tired of his new hobby. But at least someone was happy and decided to give him sloppy blows for a full week in a row.

Marshall liked Marilyn Monroe.

Not only was she a beauty and a great bed buddy despite being human, but she was also always prepared to talk about the most random things with him. Marshall would often discuss Marty's future, finding a female T-Rex, and having dino grandkids someday. She suggested going back in time.

Marshall was willing. And right then, he remembered something. Agamotto, the first Sorcerer Supreme from a long ass time ago, had that thing that could reverse time. With that, he made up his mind to find the new Sorcerer Supreme and get them to bring a T-Rex lady from the past.

Other than that, once the movie was done filming, he left everything in the hands of MGM, which Dinosia now owned.

He took Marilyn with him and got her the citizenship she wanted. While she was no virgin, he usually took as per the ritual, he gave her the chance to be his 'maiden' for life honor.

Besides, he had more important things.

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"She's what now?" Marshall blurted as he sat at the bar in his temple, eyeing the three women who stood before him. "I coulda sworn my nuts only fired live rounds for Asgardian chambers. What the actual fuck is this?"

There stood Hela, Gamora, and Shalla-Bal. Hela stood out the most, so tall and goddamn beautiful to Marshall's gaze. Then there was Gamora, his green assistant, and then Shalla-Bal, his herald or something.

But that didn't matter. Somehow, the load he'd dumped in Shalla-Bal had turned into life, a feat that didn't make sense to him. Heck, his load didn't even work on Hela now because he was too different from Asgardian biology.

And that begged the question. Was Shalla-Bal closer to Celestials? Was that why he could breed her?

"I believe it is possible," Shalla-Bal spoke, her face, as usual, never showing many emotions. Calm, collected, and fuckable silver. "The Power Cosmic flows through me. You are its source now. That same force has made our bodies compatible enough to create life."

Marshall rubbed his bearded chin. He wasn't a smart man; he knew that, but with Galactus' mental inheritance, he saw the dots connecting. "Well fuck me. I already knocked up Death herself, so this barely even registers on the 'what the fuck' scale. So, what do you want? Wanna keep it?"

Shalla-Bal looked down, revealing a subtle hint of want. Her silvery hand rested on her belly.

"Alright, keep it. Welcome to the family, I guess. Don't you call me master again, it's Marshall, that's my name." Marshall declared, standing up. Sadly, he couldn't get drunk. He walked over to Shalla-Bal and patted her shoulders. "Let's go. Time to see where you're sleeping. Wait, do you even sleep?"

As Marshall took Shalla-Bal away, Hela was left behind. She looked at the green woman, who appeared more than annoyed, arms crossed and brows creased.

"And you are?" Hela asked. "Another one of his mortal playthings?"

"..."

"What di—No, I'm not. Not yet," Gamora replied.

Hela smirked, then sighed before she left. "I never understand where he finds mindless women like you."

"How dare you!"

"Do you not wish to sleep with him?" Hela asked back.

"..."

Hela chuckled at that silence and left.

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Camp Lehigh,

The SSR met together to discuss the ongoing events. It was a meeting they scheduled monthly, but ever since the First Man returned, they sometimes met and spoke with each other bi-weekly. In the age of television and radio, the SSR feared the leak of information that could cause public panic.

"So… We just had an alien invasion?" Howard Stark asked, eyeing the members at the table. "And it happened because the invaders thought the movie was real and the aliens weren't actors but real invaders and… I don't even know where this joke ends."

"We can chalk it up to the First Man's kind of movie magic," President Chester Phillips said. "But the real reason we're here is the Soviets. They keep pressing our limits, and we've held back because we sit right next to Dinosia. Now they're closing in around the Korean peninsula, and our hands are tied."

"Kim Il Sung has secured Soviet backing, and China has agreed to a southern invasion," Peggy said, passing along what her network had uncovered. "They delayed long enough to see if Dinosia would react. It appears Dinosia no longer intends to."

A united sigh left the table.

"I should be deployed there," Captain Rogers said.

"What exactly is your solo plan? Muscles are impressive, but two super soldiers versus a million is arithmetic, not heroics," Howard added. "It's China, meat shields are what they have plenty of."

Captain Rogers gave Howard a look at the use of such a dehumanising word. "There must be something we can do. We didn't stop Hitler just for the communists to take over."

"Agreed," Major General Norris Roux voiced. "We should alert our stationed fleet to start patrolling the waters."

"That won't stop them," said John Flynn, a senior agent. "We need a conclusive plan. Maybe you should visit Dinosia again, Agent Carter."

Peggy stiffened at that. None but Chester knew the truth behind her visit.

"No, I'll go," Chester declared. "I'm the President, and our gesture should show our earnest intention. Sending just an agent won't do well."

Knock! Knock!

Right then, loud knocks came on the door. It opened, and a uniformed officer of Major rank rushed in.

"Sir, there has been a new update related to the Korean situation."

Chester sighed, fearing the worst. The invasion must have started. He deflated in the chair and waved. "Brief us all."

"Understood. At sixteen hundred hours, our spy planes found strange movements in Moscow. We alerted our spies to investigate it. Now we have confirmation that the First Man landed on the Kremlin, obliterating the entire building. Every member of the Communist Party was hunted and killed, from the President to the undersecretary position. As of now, there is no Soviet government left alive."

"..."

"..."

Other than the creaks of chairs and loud breaths, no voices came for a very long minute.

"Lucky day for us, I guess." Howard Stark clapped his hands. "I guess the First Man was listening to us."

"No, sir," the Major added. "This was completely unrelated to Korean matters. It was the Soviets who angered the First Man. It was related to the recent rocket launch they conducted. We're still trying to piece it all together."

President Chester Phillips rubbed his old face. "First thing, stop our rocket launch test. I want answers on what set this off. Stark, head back to your place in Dinosia and see what you can turn up."

"Ugh, boring work."

Chester glared at the inventor and got the confirmation.

"Carter. Rogers. Gear up. Your job is to take out Kim Il Sung and his successor before they try anything again. We'll begin sending weapons south. China won't step in with the Soviets falling apart right now."

Finally, after passing all the orders, he looked at the Major.

"Make preparations for my visit to Dinosia."

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