Marvel : The God Of Punishment System

The Avengers intervention brought both warring parties to the negotiating table, though the atmosphere in the makeshift conference room crackled with hostility. While Jason maintained his characteristic smile, representatives from both sides shot murderous glares at their opponents.

The cost of war had proven catastrophic for both nations.

Wakanda lay in tatters. Their ground forces existed as scattered remnants, barely half their air fleet remained operational, and their gleaming capital bore the scars of sustained bombardment. The technologically advanced nation teetered on the precipice of complete collapse.

Though the American military could theoretically finish what they started - Wakanda's twenty-plus remaining fighters posed their only significant threat - the price of victory gave military strategists nightmares. Could their forces withstand another devastating strike without losing additional carriers?

Another sinking supercarrier wouldn't just cost American lives and equipment - it would topple the empire itself. Global hegemony existed on perception as much as raw power. Once that domino fell, domestic issues would explode: racial tensions, immigration debates, gun control divisions, social upheavals. Every festering wound in American society would tear open simultaneously.

Washington knew it had planted most of these social time bombs itself, yet lacked any coherent strategy to defuse them.

"Alright everyone, let's ease the tension." Jason spread his hands with practiced diplomacy. "We've moved past combat - now we build solutions. The Avengers represent justice and compassion in this process.

"War destroys. Peace creates. What problem demands bloodshed over conversation? Only demons choose violence over dialogue.

"And the Avengers? We excel at demon-slaying."

Princess Shuri - temporarily stepping in for her brother T'Challa, the new Black Panther - sneered openly. "You declare this war over just like that? Hah! Outsiders started this mess, so Wakanda decides when it ends!"

"Easy there, young lady. Excessive passion clouds judgment. Continue this war, and you'll watch your beautiful nation crumble to dust!"

"You dare—"

Shuri shot to her feet and slammed the table, glaring daggers at Jason.

Without visible movement, Jason triggered a perfectly timed flash directly in her line of sight.

"My eyes!" she screamed, stumbling backward with both hands pressed against her face.

T'Challa leaped up instinctively as protective instincts overrode diplomacy.

Jason appeared behind him like a ghost, iron-strong hands clamping onto the king's shoulders. "Easy now. She caught some bright light - completely temporary. A king shows restraint, remember?"

T'Challa strained against that grip, muscles bunching uselessly. His veins bulged against ebony skin as the chair creaked in protest. Those hands refused to budge.

This man's strength...

Cold realization washed over the young monarch. If individuals of this caliber had joined the invasion, Wakanda would've fallen within hours.

"You planning to side with Americans against us?" T'Challa growled.

"Tsk! You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?" Jason released him and returned to his seat. "I enforce justice, nothing more.

"How about Wakanda and America sign peace terms? Exchange technologies, establish trade routes, pursue mutual prosperity? Build something better together?"

"Never!" Shuri's vision remained blurry but her voice stayed defiant. "We won't cooperate with father's killers!"

T'Challa remained stone-faced, clearly weighing options. After several tense moments, he spoke: "Three conditions."

"I'm listening," Jason responded.

"First - Wakanda opens relations with every nation, not just America!"

Commissioner Smith - the American representative - exploded with rage. "Are you insane? We sacrificed tens of thousands of lives! Lost three carriers and countless ships! You're not sharing our hard-won prize with the whole damn world!"

"I accept," Jason cut in smoothly.

"Jason!" Smith gaped in disbelief. The president had been crystal clear - defer to Jason's judgment completely. He swallowed his protest like bitter medicine.

"Second condition - no American military bases within five hundred kilometers of Wakandan borders!"

"Impossible!" Smith roared. "How we guarantee compliance?"

Jason remained silent.

T'Challa studied him, then revised: "Three hundred kilometers."

"Thirty kilometers!" Smith countered, slamming the table again.

The argument escalated until they settled on one hundred fifty kilometers - still close enough for missile strikes within minutes. In his inexperience, T'Challa had overlooked a crucial detail: the agreement didn't limit base numbers within that radius.

He'd eventually discover this oversight would cost further concessions during detailed negotiations.

"Third - America surrenders my father's murderer!"

"Absolutely not!" Jason's refusal came instantly. "Colonel Rhodes? Stark's dearest friend? Never happening."

T'Challa's eyes locked onto Rhodes, who wore his identification badge prominently. "You killed my father?"

He addressed both Jason and Smith coldly: "Hand over the murderer, or negotiations end now!"

"Touch him if you dare!" Jason shot back. "Do you seriously want to test Iron Man Tony Stark himself? The man commands armor that could have crushed your entire air force solo! Rhodes merely borrowed lesser tech and still decimated your pilots. Imagine facing Stark directly!

"Face reality!"

T'Challa's face darkened. "So Stark bears equal responsibility for my father's death?"

American representatives shifted uncomfortably, throwing nervous glances at Jason. Rhodes looked particularly betrayed.

Is he threatening them or selling us out? First me, now Stark?

"By that logic, all of America shares responsibility!" Jason proclaimed. "Rhodes exemplifies American action. Stark serves as their premier defense contractor. Both remain untouchable!"

He fixed Rhodes with a reassuring look. "Don't worry - I've got your back. Nobody touches you while I'm here."

Rhodes turned green. Great protection. He can't bodyguard me 24/7. I'm welding this armor permanently to my body after this.

"Black Panther, hear me clearly," Jason continued. "These terms aren't all negotiable. I advocate peace, absolutely. But the American forces brought Stark's latest battle robots - dozens of autonomous war machines manufactured specifically for this campaign!

"These mechanical warriors will annihilate your remaining aircraft once deployed. Total air superiority guaranteed!"

Smith frantically signaled caution about revealing military secrets.

"Oops!" Jason theatrically smacked his forehead. "That's classified military intelligence! I've said too much!

"Listen, T'Challa, I feel terrible sharing America's battle plans. There's an ancient Eastern proverb: 'As long as green mountains stand, firewood remains!' Wakanda has precious few survivors left. Continued fighting means extinction.

"Plus, you eliminated General Ross - our supreme commander and future five-star general. Consider this even!"

T'Challa stared at Rhodes for an uncomfortably long time before growling his acceptane.

"Excellent!" Under Jason's mediation, both sides signed preliminary agreements. Detailed negotiations would follow, but Jason's presence was no longer required.

The other Avengers had effectively taken a free vacation.

...

Back in New York, disturbing intelligence reached Jason's desk.

Though America had officially disbanded S.H.I.E.L.D., arresting countless agents and seizing numerous facilities, they'd barely scratched the surface. SHIELD's true strength lay in its vast network of secret bases and safe houses scattered worldwide.

Nick Fury still commanded substantial resources from the shadows. While unable to operate openly within US territory, his hidden infrastructure remained largely intact.

Jason had monitored these ghost operations through his Hydra connections - agents who'd wisely chosen cooperation over conflict. Hydra's infiltration of SHIELD ran deep; even now, Fury worked alongside planted operatives.

Recent silence from these sources suggested Fury occupied some heavily isolated location, completely cut off from outside contact. But this morning brought news - not of Fury's whereabouts, but his plans.

The Injustice League had formed, targeting Jason himself. Their first strike aimed for both Alcatraz and the Worthington Laboratory, seeking Jimmy AKA Leech - the young mutant whose power could neutralize other mutants entirely.

Fury planned to use this ability against Jason's mutant allies.

Learning this, Jason chose patience. Let them come. We'll be ready.

...

Deep within an unmarked S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, Nick Fury worked to recruit leadership for his Injustice League.

His target: Captain America himself, Steve Rogers.

Fury had orchestrated Rogers' recovery months ago, though keeping him frozen until the right moment. Now that moment had arrived, though convincing America's former spiritual icon to join an assassination organization proved challenging.

They faced each other across a metal table as Fury pushed forward files and photographs.

"I keep telling you - this Jason character isn't the messiah everyone believes. Look at the evidence! His heroics serve hidden agendas. He's dangerously ambitious. Left unchecked, he'll bring catastrophe!"

Steve had awakened from his seventy-year nap to a confusing modern world. Now a one-eyed man sat across from him, shouting accusations with apparent authority.

Without touching the files, he asked simply: "From what I understand, he's saved tens of millions of lives. How many have you saved, Director?"

Fury's eye narrowed at the deflection.

"Numbers don't tell the whole story, Captain. My job is protecting humanity from threats they can't see coming. Jason's gaining too much power, too much influence. History shows what happens when one man holds that kind of sway over the masses."

"In my time, we fought men who spoke like that," Steve replied evenly. "Men who claimed to protect people by controlling them."

"This is different—"

"Is it?" Steve finally glanced at the files, then back at Fury. "In my day, we had a saying: 'By their fruits you shall know them.' Jason's fruits include a saved New York City and millions of living, breathing people. What fruits can you claim?"

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