Chapter 11
“There’s a level four, needs taking care of.” Parker said “Now, please, before he gets loose again.”
“You’re not my boss, Rick and I’m not the one who lost him… AGAIN.”
“This has happened before?” Fury asked
“Director? Sir, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.” Coulson said in a slight panic.
“At ease, soldier.” Fury said, “I’m not ‘here’.”
“Oh… OH…” Coulson said, nodding… “I’ll get right on that.”
The men carried Nelson past them into a chamber.
“What’s that for.”
“Do you two have security clearance for this?”
“Why?”
“If you don’t, I’m not going to tell you because I don’t have to. If you do, I’m not going tell you because you REALLY don’t want to know.”
One of the techs walked past with a container, the symbols on which Jemma recognized.
“That’s cyanide. You’re going to kill him.”
“Miss…
“Doctor…” Jemma snapped
Coulson looked at Fury, who nodded.
“He’s been infected with a disease we don’t understand. All we know is that once a person gets to level four, they become a drone to Stark. Everything they see and hear gets sent back to him.
“what, like the Borg?” Fitz asked.
“In a manner of speaking.”
“Fitz…” Jemma said “You realize what this is…”
“It’s not a disease, it’s nanotech.”
“Excuse me?”
“It’s nanotechnology… Tiny robots in his body… Have you tried an EM pulse?”
“Tiny robots?” Coulson asked before turning to Fury. “Sir, is this some kind of a joke?”
“Do they look like they’re kidding around?”
Coulson looked at the pair then back at Fury, then back at Fitz and Simmons.
“So... how do we go about generating this pulse?”
The pair were explaining everything to Coulson while agent Parker stepped over to the coner and picked up a phone.
“Get me a direct line to Director Fury” He said into the receiver.
“The capacitor’s connected to the regulator. The regulator’s connected to the PMS. The PMS’s connected to the motherboard… If you don’t like my singing you can leave…” Scott sang to the tune of “Dem Bones”, before looking up at Johnson, who was still in the corner.
Fury enter the room.
“How’s it going.”
“Well, if he stops singing, I might be able to get through the night without killing him.”
“Everyone’s a critic…”
She responded to this by chucking a loose piece of armor at him.
“Oww… Ok, I’ll stop.”
“So… I’ve been watching you work these past few hours, and I can’t help but wonder if you’re hiding anything from me… Would you mind telling me why there is another me wandering around New York?”
Fury handed him a photo.
“Stark must have sent them to find me…” Scott said with a smile before quickly adding “HOWARD Stark.”
“So this other Stark…”
“He’s about 108 years old, lives in a floating plastic lounge chair. He’s not the criminal mastermind type… Bit of a liar, but that’s a different story… He invented the devices on the plane, the thing on my wrist and everything else your Stark has been hording.”
“How do you know he has them?” Johnson asked
“If you folks need me to fix Robbie the robot here, you’re going to be scratching your heads at a Stark Device till you hit skull…”
“If I were to have the other’s brought here…” Fury asked, “Will there be guarantees of no trouble?”
“I can’t speak on their behalf…”
Fury began to reach for his gun.
“No trouble… no trouble…” Scott said, putting his hands up.
“Good…” Fury said “Johnson, take his tools… Let’s let Agent Riley get some shut eye…”
She yanked the screw driver out of his hands and walked out with the tool kit.
“What if I can’t sleep and decide to go back to work?”
“Too bad.” She said as they closed and locked the door before cutting the lights.
Scott looked out the one, small, window in the room, at the starry sky.
“I’m coming babe…” He said to himself, removing the screw driver from the original tool kit and getting back to work.