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NOTE : This one is for 500 Powerstone as we are close to it
After a hurried dinner, Aidan found himself wandering through the sprawling, brilliantly lit S.H.I.E.L.D. camp. He passed by numerous testing rooms and mobile labs, their interiors buzzing with scientists analyzing data from the crater. He absorbed what he could from a distance, but astrophysics was not his specialty. The concept of the Bifrost—a controlled, stable Einstein-Rosen bridge capable of traversing the Nine Realms—was deeply fascinating, a far more elegant solution than his own clunky portal prototype. But he knew from his own world's lore that Thor's first visit would lead to the Bifrost's destruction. More importantly, he was not yet ready to get involved in the cosmic politics of beings like Odin. Patience was a virtue he was slowly, painfully learning.
With most of the interesting areas restricted to personnel with Level 7 clearance or higher, he found himself drawn back to the crater, to the hammer that sat there, humming with an almost imperceptible energy. He circled it once, his mind racing. Then, he made a decision. The sapphire-blue bio-suit flowed over his body, its internal mechanisms whirring to life. He gripped the leather-wrapped handle again. He braced himself, focused all his energy, and pulled. The suit's musculature strained, his feet digging into the dirt.
Still, it didn't budge. Not a millimeter.
He let go, frustrated but not defeated. It was time for a different approach.
"Ruby," he commanded, his voice echoing slightly inside his helmet. "Activate protocol Alice-1. Take direct control of the suit's motor functions and attempt to lift the hammer in front of you." He wasn't sure if it would work. He recalled the story of the Vision lifting Mjolnir, but was that due to the Mind Stone in his forehead, or because Vision, as a synthezoid, was not technically a 'living' being and thus exempt from the worthiness enchantment? This was his experiment to find out.
"Acquiring permissions," Ruby's calm voice replied. "Permissions granted. Assuming direct control."
The red, compound-style eye lenses of his suit dimmed, then lit up again. Aidan felt a strange sensation of detachment as his own body moved without his input. The suit's movements were perfectly fluid, impossibly efficient, devoid of any human hesitation. It bent down, its blue-gloved hand wrapping around the hammer's grip.
Under Aidan's watchful, internal gaze, the suit pulled. And slowly, smoothly, Mjolnir rose into the air.
"Return control to me! Now!" Aidan commanded, his mind reeling with the implications.
"Control transferred," Ruby confirmed.
The instant his own consciousness was back in the driver's seat, a blinding torrent of raw, cosmic power, a thunderstorm of pure energy, raged from the hammer up his arm and through his entire nervous system. It was an agony and an ecstasy he was not built to withstand. He staggered back, his body overwhelmed, and the hammer dropped from his grasp, landing on the soft dirt with a heavy, final thud.
Unwilling to accept this, he tried again, and again. Each time, he could feel the immense power locked within the hammer, but his own living, organic consciousness acted as a barrier, preventing him from truly wielding it.
"Ruby, try again," he said, frowning.
"Affirmative." The AI re-engaged, and once more, the hammer was lifted with effortless ease.
"Now, perform basic maneuvers. Throw and catch."
The suit complied. The hammer spun lightly in the air, looping a few perfect circles before being caught smoothly. It was as if the AI was simply a non-living carrier, a sophisticated tool lifting another tool. The hammer acted like it was being hung on a rack, not wielded. It could be moved, but its true power remained dormant.
Aidan had Ruby place it back down. For now, there was nothing else worth observing. But just as he regained control and turned to leave, he realized he was no longer alone.
A tall, burly man with golden curly hair stood frozen at the edge of the crater, staring at him with an expression of pure, shocked disbelief. At that same moment, a massive S.H.I.E.L.D. guard, taller and more muscular than the newcomer, charged forward and landed a heavy punch squarely on the stunned man's face.
The blow snapped Thor back to reality. He shook his head, the confusion on his face replaced by a surge of warrior's rage. The blue-suited figure who had somehow lifted his hammer would have to wait. First, he had to deal with this brute.
High above, perched like a hawk in the scaffolding of a lighting rig, Clint Barton had already drawn his bow, its laser sight a steady red dot on Thor's chest.
"Aidan, do not act rashly," Coulson's voice came over Aidan's comms as he arrived on the scene.
Aidan simply shrugged inside his suit. He had no intention of getting involved.
Thor dispatched the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent with a few swift, brutally efficient moves learned over a thousand years of battle, then turned his attention back to the crater. He saw that the strange blue figure had vanished. His eyes fell upon his hammer, Mjolnir. Joy and hope washed over his face. He walked directly to it, full of confidence, and grabbed the handle, ready to reclaim his power, his birthright.
He pulled. Nothing.
He gritted his teeth, his muscles bulging, and pulled again with all his might. The hammer remained firmly planted in the dirt, as if it were part of the earth itself. He tried again, and again, his confidence crumbling into confusion, then into shattering despair. With a final, guttural roar of pure frustration, he raised his face to the stormy sky and screamed in anguish, a cry that seemed to ask the cosmos itself, Why?
Later, after Thor had been taken away for interrogation, Coulson found Aidan. He handed over a heavy, circular object wrapped in canvas. "Here. Your item has been delivered."
"So fast?" Aidan asked, surprised as he took it.
"The agent finished his other task early," Coulson explained.
Aidan unwrapped it. It was a perfect circle of raw, unpolished Adamantium, its surface seeming to drink the light. "A circle?" he complained, the designer in him offended. "You just copied Captain America's shield. It's the least efficient shape for deflecting kinetic energy."
"Is that a problem? If you don't like it, modify it yourself," Coulson said.
"I will," Aidan replied, his mind already designing a wrist-mounted, expandable version. They chatted for a while longer, Coulson subtly trying to instill some of his own steady values, worried about the obsessive streak he'd seen in the brilliant young man.
That night, Aidan lay in his bunk, exhausted. The Resident Evil movie project was still waiting for a production team. He needed to accelerate his own plans. A thought, clear and precise, formed in his mind. He needed a fail-safe, a way to protect his physical body when his consciousness was years away in a system dream. And he needed to accelerate his study of magic.
His thoughts drifted. My power is built on a network. Ruby, the microbots, the labs… it's all interconnected. An AI like Ultron, born from an Infinity Stone… Ruby might not stand a chance. If my network is compromised, I become a boy in a fancy suit with no power.
But magic… magic is different. Its power is inherent. It breaks the rules of physics. An enchanted object, a well-worded spell… these are things an AI cannot simply hack or delete. The System gave me an affinity for both for a reason. Technology is the body of my power. Magic must become its soul. To be truly invincible, he knew he had to master both. With the experience he had just gained, he now had real, unshakeable confidence in that foundational gift.
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