Margaret Elizabeth Carter, commonly called Peggy, had arrived at Dinosia. But that was one year ago. Her job was quite simple: go to a location, meet someone, discuss the war, and return.
Sadly, the person she was supposed to meet this time had changed all the equations. How do you even set a meeting with a god? How do you even influence a god's decisions? Hell, how do you even speak to someone who most certainly can read your thoughts?
So, Peggy struggled a lot. She didn't bother trying to blend in or act in secrecy because she was quite sure Dinosia's intelligence and law enforcement agency knew about her. Besides, there were so many superpowered beings on the island nation. Women with wings, the Inhumans, the mutants.
So, instead of just seeking the First Man, she also approached some powerful superpowered beings of Dinosia. She told them about Hitler and what was going on outside. Sadly, the response she always got was the same.
"Are you crazy?"
"First Man will kill me!"
"Who cares?"
"Got no time."
Peggy quickly realized that Dinosians didn't consider themselves the same as the rest of the world. Because Dinosia never started a war, they didn't consider any outside war their concern either.
That meant she was back on the same mission, to meet the First Man.
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Azul S. Grant, better known as Apocalypse, hated politics.
He'd lived in Dinosia all his life for thousands of years, and he still called it his precious home. He knew from the beginning that he was immortal and different. So, he spent his life studying various things.
The first thing he started was trying to trace his father's footsteps. Create the world's largest collection of artifacts related to the First Man. Cave paintings, stone carvings, ancient texts, ancient abandoned temples.
He personally felt baffled at how ancient his father was. He'd spoken with his good uncle Marty, and the ancient T-Rex revealed that Marshall was far older than even the dinosaurs. When he asked his father personally, all he got was, 'I don't remember'.
He also studied the alien ship his father caught. He helped the scientists with it. However, the one thing he despised was politics. To him, it felt like the most wasteful way for a human to spend their time. Politics felt like an overly complicated process just to accomplish simple things.
Still, he found himself as the top guy in Dinosia, recommended by the various chairmen of different departments. The reason was also quite simple. In Europe, a man with a funny mustache was going around declaring he was trying to follow the First Man and turn Europe into a Dinosia.
While Dinosia didn't care, it still gave a bad name to the First Man. After all, Hitler prayed to the First Man in every single one of his speeches.
Azul's job was to deal with that.
"What does she want from Father?" He asked, looking at the photograph of the British agent that had been going around in Dinosia for a year.
"She's not hiding much," Raven explained, as she headed the intelligence. "All she wants is to meet the First Man. I had telepaths go through her thoughts. No sign of hostility, unless she's told otherwise."
"Then why the denial?" Azul asked, cruelly staring at the blue-skinned woman.
"I… The telepaths also found out that she's willing to go to any length to get the First Man to do something," Raven replied, being somewhat unconvincing at lying for someone in intelligence. "And knowing the First Man, he might accept her… terms."
Azul eyed the woman with a raised brow. He was far older than most beings on Earth. He could see through Raven easily. The woman longed for his father as most do, and she was protective of him. He didn't mind that, not at all. Her intentions were kind and thorough. But still, they were faulty.
"Are you saying that you are in a better position to decide what my Father should and shouldn't do?" Azul asked coldly.
"What? No, I would never!"
"That is what you chose to do. By hiding the truth from him, you have shaped his judgment. Remember this, Raven. We live in the world of the First Man, not the other way around. He has accepted women since the dawn of time. He has done things far beyond what you picture. He has wiped out whole civilisations. What you attempt now pushes against the course of nature, and it will turn on you in time. Take these words as either a lesson or a warning. The choice is yours. Do not let your feelings for my Father cloud your senses. Let the British spy face him. He will decide what must be done. It may even spare me the trouble of confronting this so-called savior of Europe."
Embarrassed, Raven nodded.
"I will… do that."
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Marty S. Grant really loved everything and everyone around him. He no longer remembered the day he was born, nor his early days, since he wasn't intelligent back then. But from what he'd heard from Marshall back then, he was just an egg that somehow didn't end up on Marshall's plate.
As depressing as it was, the fact that Marshall let him hatch and then cared for him meant a lot. Marshall was like a father, friend, and brother all combined. He was supposed to be just an apex predator of his era, and now there he was, much more than just a T-Rex. He had friends, even nephews and nieces.
And every time he went to sleep, he dreamt of nothing but happy memories. This time as well, while he lay in his massive bed curled, he dreamt of racing Marshall through a massive field of flowers. He enjoyed the wind hitting his face, the scent of flowers.
And…
"Get up, boy!"
And that noise woke him up abruptly. He raised his big T-Rex head and looked, eyes half-asleep. Marshall stood there, holding a baby girl in his arms.
"Hruff?"
"Stop being lazy, Marty. We're going skydiving, and you're coming with me," Marshall declared.
Just like that, Marty rose to his feet for yet another adventure on yet another day. He really loved this weird lifestyle. There was no fear of finding and hunting food. All he had to do was ensure he was never bored.
"Grawwr hrrrr."
"You were dreaming about racing me? Hah, then we'll be racing in the sky instead. Let's see whose ass got more aerodyno-dicks… dynamite? Whatever!"
The trick about living with Marshall was ignoring half of the things he said. Marty had mastered that art a long, long time ago.
In mere moments, he walked out of the temple and jumped on top of Marshall's ancient wooden raft. He loved the little giggles baby Kael was making while sitting on Marshall's shoulder. She was still too young to understand how crazy her father was, so she was allowed to be around.
"Grrrr rawgh?"
"Hela? She trusts me enough. She knows I won't hurt my little Kael."
Before long, they neared the dark horizon of space. Marty was the more sane one and kept an eye on the little baby just in case she wasn't superhuman enough, which he doubted. Any child of Marshall could be anything but normal. Hell, even the adopted ones were weird, like Azul.
"Alright, ready to fucking jump?" asked Marshall.
Marty growled and nodded. Honestly, he didn't know what the plan was. He didn't have wings. He didn't have powers that would let him fly. But he trusted Marshall enough not to let him splatter on the ground.
"Damn right! It's time you get payback, my boy! That fucking meteor that took your folks, you're gonna be the meteor this time. Your fat ass gonna leave a massive crater, and for years it'll be known as Marty's Ass."
"..."
Marty really didn't want that.
"One!"
"Two!"
Three!"
"Go!"
Marty jumped without thinking. He was also excited, truth be told. He saw Marshall do the same, and baby Kael was in his arms. The girl was giggling, waving her little arms all around as they all dived, free-falling to the surface. They were over the middle of nowhere, somewhere in Africa.
"Weeeeeeee~"
Baby Kael screamed.
"Wraaaaaaa!" Marty roared.
"Wooohooooooo!" Marshall howled.
It was dumb, mindless fun. He'd been doing that for millions of years with Marshall since before the first humans appeared. To beat the boredom, they had to do random things, and they did. From free-fall to diving to the bottom of the ocean to find the deepest spot. They even competed once to dig with their bare hands and see who could dig the deepest in an hour. They'd also raced up mountains, down them. They'd tried to lift heavy boulders and then see who could throw them the farthest. They'd done so many random things that nothing new was left.
Yet, it was all still just as exciting and fun. As long as Marshall was there, Marty knew it was going to be a good day.
Soon enough, he noticed a strange red glow around himself and Marshall. He knew he looked like just that meteor that wiped out his species. He didn't remember it, but he had heard the stories. Hela had also shown it to him with her magic.
It saddened him, honestly. That was also why he loved the mammoths on that farm, as they were the closest to him in terms of old animal species that were still alive.
But then…
"Growr?"
"Stop? Hah! We ain't slowing one damn bit! As I barked earlier, your blasted ass will punch a mighty hole in the earth, and I'll push you!"
"..."
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