Solomon in Marvel

Even as gunfire and explosions continued outside, Solomon's voice remained crystal clear in Steve Rogers' ears. But in the heat of battle, Captain Rogers couldn't immediately sense anything unusual. His combat instincts were sharp, but in other areas, he was no different from an ordinary person—after all, the Super Soldier Serum hadn't significantly boosted his intelligence. 

"Aren't you a sorcerer?" After a few moments of thought, Rogers finally reached a conclusion. 

"That doesn't stop me from being a good student," Solomon replied. "These days, you need at least a couple of PhDs to be taken seriously. Look at Dr. Banner—he's got multiple doctorates. I still have some catching up to do." 

As he spoke, he helped install the replacement chip that Nick Fury had provided. Solomon then glanced at the logs on his tablet and nodded in satisfaction. These chips only controlled the satellite communication link—Fury, ever the cunning strategist, had already activated a backup satellite. Solomon could even connect to it directly through this server. 

Without hesitation, he issued the next set of orders to his AI: locate the satellite transponders, take control of the inter-satellite links, and be ready to switch to Wakandan satellites at any time. Even if all the chips were replaced, this contingency—combined with the androids' assault—ensured that Solomon maintained control over the Helicarriers. He wasn't here to manually reprogram every ship; he was here for a window of opportunity to seize control over the satellites. The satellites were the key. 

"Is it done?" Steve Rogers asked. 

"Yes. The new program is running," Solomon confirmed, looking quite pleased. 

Meanwhile, disguised as Senator Holly, Natasha Romanoff tore off her disguise and took control of the Secretary-General's office. The Hydra operatives inside were no match for her, and she swiftly disarmed them before handing weapons to the council members, ordering them to restrain Alexander Pierce. Her decisive actions earned their immediate trust, and none of them tried to stop her from accessing the terminal. 

Not that anyone would try to stop her—after all, the three heavily armed Hydra soldiers were still lying motionless on the floor. 

"What are you doing?" Councilman Powell asked. 

"She's disabling the security protocols and uploading everything to the internet," Pierce said smoothly, as if casually pointing out the obvious. When he saw that Black Widow's access was restricted, he even offered a gentlemanly reminder. "Decryption is an executive order—it requires two senior-level members to authorize it." 

"Don't worry, they'll be here soon," Natasha Romanoff replied, glancing out the office window toward Triskelion's landing pad. A black helicopter, unmarked and ominous, was descending. The council members stared in shock, while even Alexander Pierce—who had been composed up to this point—felt a deep sense of unease. 

Nick Fury stepped off the chopper and strode into the room with purpose. 

Aside from a bandaged arm and some facial bruises, he appeared completely unscathed and full of energy. Natasha Romanoff stole a quick glance at her superior, suddenly unsure whether his arm was even injured. With Solomon's healing potions, it should have healed already. He was probably just keeping up appearances. 

After a brief moment of panic, Alexander Pierce regained his composure. He smiled, exuding the same charm he always did. 

"Did you get the flowers I sent?" he asked, his tone casual—like a man greeting an old friend just out of the hospital. "I'm glad you could make it, Nick." 

"Oh? Funny, I seem to remember you ordering my assassination," Fury replied coldly. 

Pierce shrugged as if the accusation was trivial. "You know how the game is played." 

"Then tell me this—why did you make me Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" 

"Because you're the best and most ruthless person I know." 

"Everything I've done was to protect people." 

Pierce nodded as if he agreed. "Our enemies are your enemies, Nick—chaos and war. Remember that missing nuclear warhead? We still haven't found it. Who knows where it will detonate? Moscow? Washington? It's only a matter of time. Diplomacy is just a temporary fix—it doesn't address the root problem. And do you know where I learned that?" His eyes gleamed with calculated intent. "Bogotá." 

As Nick Fury's former superior, Pierce knew his past all too well. 

"You didn't ask questions back then," he continued. "You just did what needed to be done." 

Fury's gaze hardened. He remained silent. 

"By sacrificing twenty million people," Pierce said, his voice carrying the conviction of a man solving a mathematical equation, "I can bring order to seven billion. I can save them." His tone was both optimistic and inspiring—like a visionary revealing the next step in human evolution. 

"If you have the courage to take that step forward, this is the way." 

"No," Fury said, his voice steady. "I do have the courage—to not take that step." 

He grabbed Pierce and dragged him toward the security scanner mounted on the reinforced glass wall. Natasha had already completed her task and was now pointing her pistol at Pierce's head. 

"Initiate iris scan," the computer prompted. 

"You think we didn't revoke all your access permissions?" Pierce sneered. 

Only he had clearance at the A-level. Fury had been wiped from the system. 

But Fury simply chuckled. 

"I know you erased all my passwords. Maybe you even deleted my iris scan records." 

He removed his eyepatch, revealing the scarred, milky-white remains of his damaged eye. 

"But if you wanted to beat me, Secretary-General, you should have made sure I didn't register both of my eyes in the system." 

Pierce's expression darkened. 

"A-level clearance confirmed," the computer announced. 

"Encryption codes verified. Security protocols disabled." 

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Captain Rogers pressed his earpiece, then moments later, Solomon's phone vibrated. Maria Hill was calling him directly. 

She had lost contact with Nick Fury—understandable, since Fury was now deep inside Triskelion, personally exposing Alexander Pierce's plot. 

Hill needed to move faster. 

"I've seen your portals," she said, not bothering with pleasantries. "You've used them more than once in front of me." She then addressed Steve Rogers directly. 

"New assignment. The chip replacement task is now under Solomon Damonet's jurisdiction. It's the most efficient choice. Helicarrier A is secure. Falcon is handling Helicarrier B. Helicarrier C is located forty-five degrees to the port bow—Solomon Damonet, you're handling C." 

Two gunshots rang out on the other end of the call. 

Two Hydra agents had breached the satellite control room, but they barely made it past the doorway before Maria Hill shot them dead. 

"Six minutes left," she stated coolly, as if she hadn't just been attacked. "Pick up the pace." 

Steve Rogers handed Solomon the last chip. 

As he turned to leave, the mystic pointed to a glowing portal nearby. 

"Are you sure you don't need a ride?" he asked. 

"No thanks," Rogers replied. "I've got my own way."

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