52 CHAPTER 52 - A GOOD NIGHT'S STROLL

Taking care of the Green Goblin for me was something I deemed important. I don't think any villain rightfully deserved to be truly hated as much as the Goblin did. Even when he was within the pages of a book, he gave me the most disgusting feeling I've ever gotten from a comic panel.

To be honest, Peter actually needs to thank me instead of looking at me with a rage-filled gaze. I just saved him from a lifetime of torment.

I don't know if he actually knew of the secret identity of the Goblin or if he suspected it, it didn't matter. What mattered was that he had the power but kept pulling his punches when he shouldn't.

I don't believe in killing everyone you come across that classifies as a villain – it all depends on the kind of impact they have on the world around them. The actions of some people are just unjustifiable and it's better for everyone if those people are retired permanently, in the ground most preferably.

This will remain one of the reasons why my favorite groups in this universe will always be the Avengers. When it really calls for it, they are reliable in getting the job done.

Half of the reason why the X-men side of this universe suffered the way they did and for how long they did was that most times, especially for those villains classified as mid level threat, was because they had the brilliant idea of locking them behind bars when they should have killed them when they had the chance, at least those that had the tendency of always choosing chaos and destruction.

It's a no-brainer that high level threats rarely happens and while the low level ones are always rampant on a daily basis, it's the mid level ones that truly cause all the chaos, or at least a good solid 80% of it.

And that was exactly where the Goblin was categorized.

While Peter Parker does truly embody the ideals and aspect of a true hero, it was also because of that reason that he greatly suffered and by extension a part of his city too.

You really think anyone, maybe apart from J. J Jameson, would blame Spiderman for killing Goblin?

I don't hate Peter for what he did or what he didn't do, on the contrary I had a certain level of respect for his character but that doesn't mean I have to stand by and let it all come to shit, especially when it concerns one of my most hated characters in fiction.

Right now I was just floating above the clouds watching the city below me move on at its own pace. I tried spreading my senses through every piece of technology around 5 kilometers from my focal point and the amount of crimes that was happening at every second of the day in this city was mind boggling.

Armed robbery, breaking and entering, rape, drug deals, assassination and all sorts of criminal activities were rampant as my mind went through all the information feedback in seconds.

'What is the best way to end crime and evil in every sense of the word?'

[The best course of action would be evolution. Darwin's speculation of survival of the fittest is the most perfect theory to ensure the actualization of any gall you might have]

[Though it should be considered that not everyone classifies for this method and if forcefully carried out, the percentage of people who will successfully pass it will be less than 10% worldwide]

'And what exact method is that?'

[Global genocide]

I didn't even twitch a single brow at that since this was something I once considered when running one of my logical reasoning.

'What phase of the Ultron Protocols is that?'

[Alternative Phase 1 – Ultron Protocols]

'Alternate huh? That's definitely not an alternative I'll be using anytime in any foreseeable future.'

I looked down once more at the city that was steadily creeping towards the late hours of the day and yet it was still bustling, never dying down.

I felt a presence incoming and turned to look at it and what I saw was a familiar red hue that clued me in on who was coming my way without me probing.

"Wanda." I called out to her as she came near me, flying a few meters away from me with her red aura covering her body.

"What's up, Vis? Having a serene night out?"

She was dressed quite modestly in a white turtleneck sweater and dark blue jean trousers and a pair of gray colored sneakers with an overcoat to top it off and also protect herself against the cold winds of this evening.

"I'm thinking of picking up a hobby, maybe one I can do at night." I said lightly after acknowledging her presence. "You looked dressed for a stroll, a night's out for you?"

She chuckled in amusement as I created a park bench for us to sit on, which was me basically creating a telekinetic platform and a little light manipulation to make it look like a bench.

We both sat in the sky and overlooked the city below us while having light conversations which were mostly centered around my need for a hobby.

"Well since I don't actually have a need for sleep, I thought it'll be more efficient to do something productive with that time." I told her.

One thing I liked about Wanda was that she was quick to understand something, or at least relates to it without ever having experienced it. Unlike the others, she's only ever thought of me as a different kind of human ever since my birth(or is it rebirth?).

"So got any ideas?" She asked after listening to me tentatively. She shrugged as I gave a subtle look, which apparently wasn't so subtle given that she caught it. "I don't do much during the day except maybe if we have a mission. So if you ever want company or maybe someone to help you pick a preference…"

The last part remained unsaid by I knew what she was offering. It might have been because of me but she was more vibrant and outgoing than what I had pictured she would have been like during her earlier days at the Avengers.

"I see… Do you think I'll need a third party opinion?" I teased her while inwardly grimacing at the rising number of underway crimes happening as the night got progressively darker.

Wanda swung her legs while looking below at the clouds floating around us with the faintest smidgen of a blush dusting her cheeks. "Hmmm, I don't think so." She said before looking at me as she tucked some strands of her billowing hair behind her ear. "It'll just be the two of us."

I left what was unsaid, unsaid, and drew back my focus to the city below, a gesture Wanda caught.

"Anything catches your attention?" She asked to which I nodded.

I stood up from the bench and turned to Wanda with a smile on my face. "I'll take you up on your offer but before that, how would you like to help me clean up a bit?"

She shrugged as she caught my meaning and got up from the bench and dusted herself in a reflex action.

"Since the night is still young, why not?" She said before abruptly dropping herself in a free fall towards the ground at neck breaking speeds.

'Pull up my ability sheet.'

[Order confirmed]

[Flight

Molecular deconstruction – Phasing

Energy projection

Energy absorption

Psychic interference immunity

Technopathy

Density Manipulation

Electromagnetic Manipulation –

Hard light manipulation(subset)

Telekinesis

Telepathy

Shape-shifting

Quantum-shifting

*Form-shift*]

It was pretty extensive and when looked at it from an objective standpoint, it wasn't hard to see that I was one hell of an overpowered dude with a good number of omega-level abilities under my belt.

'Might as well put it to good use.'

Since I had nothing to do, I dropped into a free fall, following Wanda's footstep, but added a small boost to my descent in order to catch up to her.

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"Let's fucking go, Durk!" A group of people ran through an underground parking lot with ski masks and duffel bags.

A series of gun shots could be heard from the floor above, followed by gnarly screams before they died down, sending chills down the heart of the five armed men that were running towards their getaway car.

"What about Trell and Killey?! Are we just going to leave them there-!?" One of them shouted as he got in the back seat and pulled his gun out the window to aim at anything coming from their back as they kicked their escape into motion.

"Forget it! That…. Witch!! She's already got them by now! You're not hearing the screams anymore, are you? They gone already!!" The driver shouted with evident fear in his voice as he pressed hard on the gas, taking them away from the death zone; they just escaped as far and fast as he possibly could.

As they drove in silence, one of them realized a fact that they were all forgetting and couldn't help but say it out loud.

"What of the other guy?"

"What guy?"

"The guy with the Witch. The one with the glowing gem in his head."

A wave of silence enveloped the car as it drove only for a lighthearted chuckle to interrupt it but for the passengers of the car, it was nothing more than a death sentence.

"I-I-I g-got a family, man! Please." The driver slowed down the car until it came to a gradual halt, the view in front of him sending despair to his deepest heart.

The police station.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to do anything to you." The voice said in a weirdly reassuring tone. "… can't say the same for your other accomplices though."

The police station were immediately in alert when an unidentified car parked in their lot and extremely armed individuals came out with bags and guns, but they were in for the weirdest surprise when their supposed attackers immediately surrendered their guns and the money they stole, even begging them to send them to jail with tears on their faces. Some even grabbed the legs of the policemen who apprehended them and made them promise that they'll get a prison sentence.

For the entirety of that night, the NYPD were faced with the weirdest apprehension in the history of its formation.

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