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Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

A man, if we can call him that, wakes up from a millennia of peaceful slumber. Why? He was tired of sleeping ofcourse. He needed that zing~ in his life. Ofcourse, his previous history with interacting with mortals wasn't all that great. He had seen the best and worst of mankind and everything in between. Why wake up at all then? Well, who knows, read the book to find out. Our MC is thrown billions of lightyears and galaxies away by dear ol' papa, you know as a way of showing his support. What a great father. Did I forget that the papa is the creator of EVERYTHING and NOTHING. He even has a fancy title for himself, The Celestial Weaver.... Anyways... Our MC crashes on earth in a certain kingdom of a certain world. "Let's some tea," he says. Blah blah blah, sh*t happens and some more. You know what, just read the damn book. WARNING- Events in this piece of art are strongly AU so uhhh read with full knowledge of that.

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Chapter 25: It begins

Probably my longest chap yet

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Darius had journeyed far from the mountains of Wakanda, traversing deserts, forests, and oceans until he finally arrived in the land of the promised, America. He stood at the edge of a bustling city, his long white hair flowing down to his waist, covering his entire back. 

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As he walked into the city, people couldn't help but stare. Some looked in awe, others in confusion. He was an ethereal figure, a vision from another world. His hair, long and flowing, caught the breeze and shimmered like a river of light. 

Children pointed, and adults whispered to one another, trying to make sense of this strange, majestic figure walking among them.

Darius smiled at their reactions. He enjoyed the attention, the curiosity he sparked. It was part of the fun. His journey had brought him here, to the heart of where everything seemed to happen. Where the strings of fate were thickest.

America was a land of opportunity, chaos, and excitement, and Darius was eager to explore it all.

He stopped by a café, the bustling patrons pausing to gape at him as he entered. The barista, a young woman with wide eyes, could barely find her voice to ask for his order.

"Just water, please," Darius said with a warm smile.

As he waited, he noticed the whispers growing louder. Phones were discreetly pointed at him, capturing his image. He didn't mind. Let them wonder, let them talk. He was here for the experience, for the adventure.

With his water in hand, Darius stepped back outside, the city's energy buzzing around him. He began to walk again, his presence causing ripples of curiosity wherever he went. People stepped aside, some out of respect, others out of uncertainty.

Darius marvelled at the city's vibrancy. Skyscrapers reached for the heavens, cars honked and zipped by, and people moved with purpose. It was a stark contrast to the serene landscapes of Wakanda, but it was thrilling in its own way.

He wandered through parks, past monuments, and into busy streets. Everywhere he went, he drew attention. Some people approached him, asking questions about who he was and where he came from.

Darius answered with a playful smile and vague responses, enjoying the mystery he created.

As the day turned to evening, Darius found himself in the heart of the city, where neon lights illuminated the streets and music filled the air. The city seemed alive, and Darius felt a sense of excitement building within him.

He looked up at the towering buildings, his long hair cascading around him like a shimmering veil. He felt the pulse of the city, the energy of its people. America was a place of endless possibilities, and Darius was ready to dive into its depths.

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[S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters ]

Nick Fury sat in his office at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, his one good eye scanning through a multitude of reports and updates from his field agents.

The room was quiet, the hum of high-tech machinery a constant backdrop to his thoughts. He was a man always in the know, always one step ahead. But even he was taken aback by the sudden influx of notifications flooding his screen.

Agent Hill burst into the room, her expression a mix of urgency and bewilderment. "Sir, you need to see this," she said, placing a tablet in front of him.

Fury took the device and began scrolling through the images and videos that had been posted online. There he was, the mysterious figure from Wakanda, walking through the streets of a major American city.

His long white hair and flowing robes made him stand out in every shot, like a mythological figure in a modern landscape.

"What the hell..." Fury muttered, his brow furrowing.

The posts were spreading like wildfire across social media. #MysticMan was trending, and everyone was trying to figure out who this enigmatic figure was.

Some thought he was an actor, others speculated he was part of some elaborate publicity stunt. But Fury knew better.

"That's him, isn't it? The one Lana reported on," Fury said, looking up at Hill.

"Yes, sir," Hill confirmed. "It's Darius. He's here."

Fury's mind raced. Darius had displayed immense power back in Wakanda, and now he was in the States, causing a stir without even trying. This was a potential game-changer, and Fury knew they needed to handle it carefully.

"Get a team together. I want eyes on him at all times. No engagement, just observation for now," Fury ordered. "And get me Lana."

Hill nodded and left the room, her steps quick and determined. Fury leaned back in his chair, staring at the images of Darius on the screen. This was a wild card he hadn't anticipated, and it was up to him to figure out how to play it.

Minutes later, Lana walked into his office, her expression serious. "You wanted to see me, Director?"

Fury nodded. "Darius is here, in the States. He's causing quite a stir."

Lana's eyes widened in surprise. "Here? Already?"

"Yes," Fury replied, handing her the tablet. "He's making quite an impression. We need to know what he's up to."

Lana scrolled through the posts, her face thoughtful. "He's not hiding," she noted. "He wants to be seen."

"Exactly," Fury said. "And that makes him unpredictable. I need you to be our point of contact. If he knows you, he might be more willing to talk."

Lana nodded. "I'll do my best. But he's a mystery, sir. Even in Wakanda, we barely scratched the surface of what he's capable of."

Fury sighed, leaning forward. "I know. That's why we need to tread carefully. He's powerful, and he's not bound by the same rules as us. But we need to understand him, and quickly."

Lana stood up, determination in her eyes. "I'll find him, Director. And I'll get us the answers we need."

As Lana left to prepare, Fury returned his gaze to the screen, watching the videos of Darius again. This was just the beginning, and he had a feeling things were about to get a lot more complicated.

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Meanwhile, Darius continued his exploration of the city, oblivious to the frenzy he had caused online. He wandered through markets, parks, and busy streets, taking in the sights and sounds of his surroundings.

Everywhere he went, people stared, some even approaching him with questions and requests for photos. He indulged them with a smile, enjoying the interaction.

As night fell, the city transformed into a vibrant display of lights and energy. Darius found himself drawn to a lively street festival, music and laughter filling the air. He moved through the crowd, his presence commanding attention without effort.

A group of street performers noticed him and invited him to join their act. Darius, ever the lover of fun and mischief, accepted with a grin.

He dazzled the crowd with simple tricks, using his powers subtly to enhance the performance. The people cheered, their faces lit up with joy and amazement.

Unbeknownst to him, a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were watching from a distance, keeping a close eye on his every move. They blended into the crowd, their presence unnoticed by the revellers.

Lana, having been briefed, was on her way to the city. She knew Darius would be easy to find—he had a way of standing out, no matter where he went. Her thoughts were a mix of anticipation and caution.

Darius was a powerful being, and their interactions in Wakanda had been intriguing, to say the least.

As she arrived at the festival, she spotted him easily. He was in the centre of a cheering crowd, his long white hair and flowing robes making him look like a figure from a legend. Lana made her way towards him, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

"Darius!" she called out, hoping to catch his attention without alarming him.

Darius turned, his eyes lighting up as he saw her. "Lana! What a pleasant surprise," he said, making his way through the crowd to her.

Lana smiled, relieved by his friendly demeanour. "I see you're enjoying yourself."

"Always," Darius replied with a grin. "This place is fascinating."

Lana nodded, feeling the weight of her mission. "Darius, we need to talk. There's a lot going on, and we need to understand your intentions."

Darius looked at her thoughtfully, then nodded. "Very well, Lana. Let's talk."

Lana and Darius found a quieter spot away from the bustling festival. The distant hum of music and laughter created a lively backdrop as they sat on a bench under the soft glow of streetlights.

"So, Darius," Lana began, "you're quite the sensation here. People are talking about you all over the city. What brings you to America?"

Darius leaned back, his eyes reflecting the city lights. "I've always been a wanderer, Lana. I wanted to see what this part of the world had to offer. Every place has its own charm, its own secrets, some more than others."

Lana nodded, sensing the depth behind his words. "And what have you found so far?"

"A vibrant energy," Darius replied with a smile. "People here are full of life, always moving, always striving. It's different from Wakanda, but equally fascinating."

Lana took a deep breath, knowing she needed to address the more serious aspect of their conversation. "Darius, your display of power in Wakanda...it didn't go unnoticed. S.H.I.E.L.D. is very interested in understanding what you're capable of. And more importantly, your intentions."

Darius chuckled softly. "Of course they are. Power always attracts attention. But my intentions are simple, Lana. I seek enjoyment and balance. I judge those I find deserving, but I have no desire to rule or conquer."

Lana studied him, trying to gauge his sincerity. "You realize that's hard for people to believe, right? With power like yours, most assume there's a hidden agenda."

Darius met her gaze, his expression serious. "I understand that. Trust is earned, not given. But I assure you, Lana, I'm here for the experience, for the journey. I have no interest in causing harm."

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. A group of festival-goers, still caught up in the night's excitement, passed by, laughing and talking loudly. Darius watched them with a fond smile, his attention momentarily diverted.

Lana seized the moment to collect her thoughts. "Darius, there's something else you should know. S.H.I.E.L.D. has been monitoring you closely. Director Fury is cautious, but he's willing to talk. He wants to understand you better."

Darius nodded thoughtfully. "Fury is a wise man. I've felt his presence, even from a distance. If he wishes to talk, I'll oblige. But on my terms."

Lana raised an eyebrow. "Your terms?"

"Yes," Darius replied. "I prefer a more relaxed setting, away from the prying eyes of your organization. A place where we can speak openly."

Lana considered his request. "I think that can be arranged. I'll relay your message to Fury."

Darius smiled warmly.

As they continued their walk through the city, Lana couldn't shake the feeling of walking alongside an ancient force, someone who had seen and experienced more than she could ever imagine. Despite his immense power, Darius carried himself with a light-heartedness that was both disarming and intriguing.

The night was growing late, and the festival began to wind down. Lana knew she had to get back to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters to report on her conversation with Darius. But for now, she relished the rare opportunity to see the world through his eyes, if only for a little while longer.

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Back at S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters

Nick Fury was waiting in his office when Lana returned. He looked up from his desk, his expression expectant. "What did you find out?"

Lana took a seat, feeling the weight of the day's events. "Darius is open to talking, but he wants to do it on his terms. Somewhere more private, away from the scrutiny of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fury leaned back, considering her words. "He's not one for conventional methods, is he?"

"No," Lana agreed. "But I believe he's sincere. He's here for the experience, not to cause trouble."

Fury nodded slowly. "Alright. We'll set up a meeting. But keep eyes on him, Lana. We can't afford any surprises."

Lana nodded, feeling a mix of relief and anticipation. The journey with Darius was far from over, and she knew there were many more layers to uncover. As she left Fury's office, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for Darius, for S.H.I.E.L.D., and for herself.

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Darius continued to explore the city, his presence always drawing attention but never causing alarm. He moved through the streets with a sense of purpose, yet he always seemed open to the experiences around him.

He found himself at a large park, where a group of children were playing. Their laughter and energy were infectious, and Darius couldn't help but smile. One of the children, a little girl with pigtails, approached him curiously.

"Are you a wizard?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

Darius chuckled, kneeling down to her level. "Something like that. What's your name?"

"Emily," she replied, beaming.

"Well, Emily, would you like to see a magic trick?" Darius asked, his eyes twinkling.

Emily nodded eagerly. Darius reached into his robe and pulled out a small, golden coin. With a flourish, he made it disappear and reappear behind her ear. Emily gasped in delight, clapping her hands.

The other children gathered around, and soon Darius found himself performing simple tricks, each one met with wide-eyed amazement and laughter. For a moment, he felt a deep sense of joy and connection. These were the moments he cherished, the simple pleasures of life.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Darius stood up, bidding farewell to the children. He continued his walk, feeling a sense of contentment. America was proving to be as fascinating as he had hoped, and he was eager to see what else lay ahead.

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Back at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Fury and his team were busy making arrangements for the meeting with Darius. They chose a secluded location, away from the public eye but secure enough to ensure their safety.

Lana was tasked with delivering the details to Darius. She found him at the edge of the city, watching the skyline with a thoughtful expression.

"Darius," she called out, approaching him. "We have a location for the meeting."

Darius turned to her, his smile welcoming. "Excellent. Lead the way."

As they made their way to the meeting spot, Lana couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. This meeting could be pivotal, a chance for S.H.I.E.L.D. to understand the enigmatic being that was Darius.

When they arrived, Fury was already there, flanked by a few trusted agents. He stepped forward, extending a hand to Darius. "Welcome, Darius. I appreciate you agreeing to this meeting."

Darius shook his hand, his grip firm but friendly. "It's a pleasure, Director Fury. Let's talk."

The conversation that followed was enlightening. Darius shared glimpses of his past, his philosophy, and his intentions.

Fury listened carefully, weighing every word. He asked probing questions, trying to gauge the true extent of Darius's power and purpose.

By the end of the meeting, a tentative understanding had been reached. Darius was free to explore and experience, as if Fury could have done anything to prevent that.

As they parted ways, Fury couldn't help but feel a sense of cautious optimism. Darius was a wild card, but he was also an opportunity. Only time would tell how this new relationship would unfold.

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