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Chapter 107: ntal Terrorist
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“Have a Good Afternoon, Good Evening, and Good Night.”
He turned and walked off the stage, leaving behind a hall in stunned, deafening silence, soon shattered by a cacophony of flashing caras and journalists scrambling for their phones, their laptops, anything to access the data bomb he’d just detonated.
Natasha Romanoff, her professional persona in tatters, followed him on unsteady legs.
Her mind was a hurricane of confusion, and sheer, unadulterated what the fuck. Clinically insane. Reckless. A walking, talking extinction-level event for covert intelligence. FUCK!
Adam, fitting her ntal image perfectly, was laughing softly to himself as he rode the private elevator up.
He’d shake his head, amused. “Don’t worry, Natalie,” He said, not looking at her. “What I did… It’s a good thing. It’s brilliant, really."
"The ripple effects are so far-reaching, even I’m still modeling them. It’s all for the greater good.”
Natasha was yanked from her spiraling thoughts. She asked, forcing her voice into a semblance of calm, “Did my words… truly push you to do that? Or had you already planned it?”
Adam raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. He shrugged. “If it makes you feel any better… with my nature, I’d have likely done it anyway. I had everything prepped."
"The data, the script, the kill-switch… I just needed a little push to tap the ‘fuck it’ button.” He gave her a sidelong glance, enjoying the visible turmoil on her face. Yup. Teasing is just too lovely. Too fun.
[He’s still fucking with Black Widow.]
[Noo, not my Queen! Leave her alone! U already have Jean!]
[I'm telling ya, this is a harem show with a yandere ending, be read for your waifus to be annihilated.]
[Fuck you!] [Dude, shush.] [Shut the fuck up, that ain't happening!]
“Just relax and have a laugh, think of it as a funny joke, and the world will be much more lovely in your eyes, more vibrant and gorgeous.”
He said as the elevator doors opened to his penthouse floor. “Attend to your other duties. This next eting, I’ll handle alone.”
He strode into his personal office. Soone was already there, having been waiting patiently.
The eting was scheduled for a bit after the conference, but it's obvious that the man couldn't wait.
The man stood up as Adam entered. He was in his late forties, with sharp, intelligent features, neatly combed auburn hair, and an air of polished, ruthless ambition. He extended a hand.
“Mr. Cypher. A… morable presentation.”
Adam shook the hand firmly. “Norman. Please, sit.” He gestured to the guest chair before circling to his own.
“Apologies for the delay. The show had priority. I hope you enjoyed it, at least.”
Norman Osborn, CEO of Oscorp, one of the nation’s leading biochemical and defense contractors, settled back into his seat. A tight smile was on his face.
“Eye-opening, certainly." He was watching on his phone while he waited. Eye-opening couldn't quite describe his feelings at the mont. It has, however, certainly… Changed how he intends to approach this eting.”
Adam reclined in his chair, the picture of ease, his mismatched eyes fixed on Osborn.
“I’m glad. You’ve been requesting this eting for a while. Must be important. So. What is it?”
Norman felt a prickle of unease under that gaze. It was assessing in a way that went beyond business.
“Cooperation,” Norman stated smoothly. “I believe Cypher Enterprises would benefit imnsely from a partnership with Oscorp."
"Our manufacturing depth, our distribution networks, our political capital. I’m interested in a substantial investnt. A seat on the board. If possible.”
Adam humd, a low, thoughtful sound. He leaned forward, his expression one of genuine surprise.
“Huh. I have to say, I hadn’t expected you to be so… civil about this. Considering Oscorp has been engaging in so pretty aggressive corporate espionage and market manipulation against Cypher for the past month."
"And you know Cypher is still just a tiny company. We can't take that much, and you weren’t gentle. I have to say that our first ti wasn't pleasant.”
[Tf?????????] [You see it, right?]
[I see it, porn talk.] [How does his mind work?!]
[Definitely a pervert. He just can't stop.]
The words hung in the air like a guillotine blade. Norman’s smile froze, then vanished.
He didn’t flinch, but a muscle ticked in his jaw. “There must be a misunderstanding, Adam. No such thing happened.”
Adam’s expression cooled, the playful glint replaced by a flat, weird stare.
He looked down at Norman from his seated position as if from a great height.
“It didn’t happen, huh? I bet you haven't expected this eting to go this way. The conference changed your approach. You, my friend... You ca here with business murder in mind.”
He paused, his head tilting. “But I have to wonder... How should I go about this?”
They stared at each other. Norman tried to project his usual intimidating, boardroom-dominating persona, but it felt brittle.
Adam’s eyes weren’t filled with anger or killing intent. They held sothing worse; deliberation.
They held a chilling, creative wonder, as if he was looking at Norman and sketching out the possible trajectories of his life, drafting alternate futures like storyboards.
The silence stretched, thick and charged.
Adam began to slowly stroke his chin, his eyes narrowed in thought. The atmosphere in the sleek office grew heavy, the air itself seeming to grow colder.
Norman Osborn, a man who had faced down hostile takeovers and Senate committees, felt a bead of cold sweat trace a path down his spine.
The chill wasn’t from the air conditioning.
Then, a smile erged on Adam’s face. It was sudden, bright, and it ward the room like a switched-on lamp.
The terrible pressure vanished.
“You know what?” Adam said, his voice cheerful again. “I’m ashad to admit it, but I wasn’t totally honest in the conference."
"My mutant ability? It’s pretty damn good. Its potential… far surpasses playing with magnets.” He winked. “I’m a bad boy, aren’t I? Luckily, I have friends who keep in line. Stop from… losing control.”
He stood up, walking around the desk to lean against it, looking down at Norman.
“Like Professor X. Leader of the X-n. Psychic abilities so strong, very few minds are safe. One of the strongest Mutants in the world. You could be on the other side of the world, and he would snipe you."
"No lie, no hidden malice, can be hidden from him. That’s how I know a lot more than everyone else. That, and my very chatty imaginary friends.”
He placed a hand on Norman’s shoulder. The touch was friendly, but Norman felt it like a brand.
“Professor X taught to make friends. To build connections. To give people… One last chance. So, I will gladly accept Oscorp’s offer of cooperation.”
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a pleasant, intimate whisper. “But the extent of our cooperation, Norman… that depends solely on how you act from here on out."
"If I’m happy, then Miss Fortune is happy. If I’m unhappy…” He smiled, his crimson eye seeming to glow even behind the hazel contact. “…Miss Death gets very happy.”
He straightened, his hand returning to his side. “Pleasure to work with you!” He said brightly, extending his hand again.
Norman stood chanically, his face drained of color. He shook Adam’s hand, his own grip clammy. “The… pleasure is mine,” He managed, the words ash in his mouth.
He left the office, walking through the opulent halls of Cypher Enterprises in a daze.
The conference, the threats, the casual ntion of world-destroying conspiracies and all-seeing psychics… it swirled in his mind.
He had co to strong-arm a brilliant, vulnerable upstart. He had instead poked a hornet’s nest that was also a nuclear reactor, overseen by a grinning madman who had the King of Mutants on speed-dial.
As his limousine pulled away from the tower, one thought echoed in Norman Osborn’s horrified mind; What have I done? And what the fuck should I do now?
[I'm telling ya guys. The words, ntal terrorist was invented because of Adam.]
[I sll so much bullshit and lies, it's disgusting, but everyone just believes him. Xavier wouldn't do that.]
[Hey, the great thing about his bullshit is that it's a cocktail mixed with truths.]
[Why didn't Adam use his vampiric srism on him? Sure, he said he despises mind control and such, but he would still do it regardless, right?]
[He's a genius. In Marvel comics, phisto once approached Norman for a deal. Therefore, srism may backfire and be used against him by phisto.]
[Oh, really? But I feel like Adam is just the kind to hate mind control so much that he won't use it.]
[That's idiotic.]
[Eh, I think he's more so the kind that would use it if he has to, but otherwise avoid it.]
[Nah, man. I feel like he's planning so bullshit again.]
[I an, his vampiric eyes did shine, did he already use it, and we aren't made explicitly aware.]
[Wait... What's he planning again?] [So Cinema again!] [More Peak.]
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