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Reed Richards
 Posted: Apr 10 2018, 06:10 PM
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It had been nearly six years since the first public broad alien attack on Earth. A cybernetic species, called the Chitauri, invaded through a wide portal created above New York City. And then, in truth, they never left. Once their connection to the mainframe was severed, it was all disconnected. Their ships, their weapons, their own selves. Even now, it was hard to say if they were organic enough to be dead, or if they were just offline. After that, there was a scramble to salvage as much of the alien tech as they could, from curious bystanders, to criminals, to the very government. While completely expected, the latter won, which made Reed very happy, and, at that point, was the biggest reason he decided to join S.W.O.R.D.

And, six years later, there was still much to be discovered. There was by now very little to find out about how their weapons worked, though they were now working hard on discovering how they were made. After that, production would allow for better, more effective and durable weapons, and, equally as important nowadays, cheaper ones. Equally interesting were the Chitauri themselves. They were a blend of alien metal and alien lifeform, which made them three times interesting, but exponentially complex to understand. Reed was, by then, considerably knowledgeable of the technological part, but the biology of it, without anything to compare it to, eluded him.

What he needed was an expert in non-human physiology. No offense to mutants intended, that was where Dr. McCoy came in. Most of the government wouldn’t be very happy to have one of their own acknowledge a mutant in that way - and which way it was varied for all the complaints - but, the other reason Reed was fine with joining a governmental entity? They didn’t much act like part of the government. Namely, they could do pretty much whatever they wanted, in the name of world security.

Which was why, one sunny Tuesday afternoon - not that Reed knew how was the weather, since he had only made it as far as the S.W.O.R.D. HQ’s post-security waiting room - he stood in a pristine white lab coat, waiting for Dr. McCoy to make it past the checks, so they could start work.

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 Posted: Apr 17 2018, 04:35 PM
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Hank was an authority on squishy things. It was just the facts. He was an expert on the living form, in the field of such things. It had this fancy name called Biology. Even as far removed from when he had first received that degree as he now was(what with the passage of time and all that) he was utterly delighted by the shear act of exercising that specialty in tandem with another of his fields.<p>

And to do so alongside another great mind of the day? To take a step off of the comfortable and familiar confines of Earth and to enter into the depths of a field that was interdisciplinary of two of his fields of expertise and exploring just one part of the great unknown. With much promise for discovery no less. None before, to his knowledge(he had seen the supposed tape of an extraterrestrial autopsy from Roswell and deemed it a fraud, but a well made fraud), had taken scalpel to alien tissue. Well, his take away from Reed Richard's call was that he had, but still, to be like the second or third was amazing. The chance to study the real true blue remains of an extraterrestrial? As the kids say: Lit. As Deborah Tannen once said: There is more excitement, more amazement when a first is born. No subsequent babies can have that impact. She may have spoken of infants, but it worked in the metaphorical sense as well.

As such, Doctor Richard's invitation couldn't have been more enthusiastically accepted than it had been by Hank, who was a believer long before the sky was torn open over Stark Tower. He did not take all reports seriously. He expressed the same scrutiny looking at that evidence as he did any other. If he could surmise a more likely explanation than "Aliens", then he often submitted such a conclusion to anyone who asked(and also to online communities of which he was a member).

The security at SWORD headquarters was incredible. Even though a guard or two looked at him like he had something on his face, McCoy found himself in amazement of everything around him. He couldn't wait to get started. His wonderment and excitement, child-like in the location. The eyes of men with biases over such a thing as an x-gene sat beneath the surface, to be dealt with another time. But for now he was golden. And perhaps it was his involvement with the establishing of mutants as a new species, of the x-gene at the source of mutation. That he already had sat on the edge of extra-normal life-form study that had made him that perfect candidate.
When they allowed him through, his eyes were everywhere. In awe of the facilities in which he would be working. "Doctor Richards I presume?" Hank held out his hand in eager greeting to the man in the lab coat. It was only simple logic that he'd be met by the man who had called him. "I cannot, within proper terms, convey to you the excitement, gratitude and honor which can be traced to your invitation here." He held on mighty hand over his chest. "My heart is but aflutter with the opportunity to examine one of the would-be invaders. Uncovering their secrets and learning about life sourced beyond our star?" It nearly gave him goose bumps. He couldn't help but wonder at the same time what it felt like to the first man who cut open one of his own peers for the sake of learning. If that was the same feeling he now shared. Exploration beneath the skin and into the unknown of the known.

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 Posted: Apr 24 2018, 05:47 PM
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To the few privileged outsiders who were allowed in, the S.W.O.R.D. Headquarters were an architectural and technological marvel, striving to reach the delicate balance between advanced, and safe. To Reed, it was just “work”. It was an unfortunate side-effect of his constant presence, to find himself accustomed to it, sometimes, even, bored by it. This was not one of those times.

Picking him out as he arrived wasn’t hard; Reed was far from knowing everyone else who worked in the building, but it was made easy when only one person bothered to stop and take in the sights. Dr. McCoy shouldn’t have much trouble, either, since he was the only one in the usually unnecessary waiting room, using the free time to answer emails, glancing every now and then to make sure he hadn’t missed his cue. He hadn’t, and he put his tablet away when he pinpointed his guest. “Dr. McCoy.” He answered, relaxing, now, that he had managed to make it in, taking the offered hand. Reed hadn’t spoken with the man much, and had mostly heard about him, but he was certainly expressive. Reed, not so much. “Thank you for accepting our invitation.” Was his response, though he was certainly as excited to get to work as him.

“Please, keep your visitor badge visible at all times.” He had the speech memorized, right out of the guidebook. “As you are here with my invitation, you are under my responsibility. Do not enter a room without me. And, yes, that includes the restrooms. When in open areas, do not stay more than 20 feet away from me. Do not try to move anything out. Not information, not samples.” In other places, this information would be relayed by security. S.W.O.R.D. didn’t have security. They had a Threat Assessment and Neutralization team. “Please.” It was the first time Reed invited someone from the outside over, but the stories - and camera feed - of what happened when other researchers and their charges failed to follow the script were passed along for months. He waited for a response.

“Now, if you’ll follow me,” He started, moving towards the elevators, and pressing the call button. “I have only a few papers for you to sign, and we can get to work.” The elevator arrived quickly, and Reed stepped in first, pressing one of the lowest floors in the mostly underground building. When the doors closed silently, leaving only the two of them in the large box, Reed started talking again. “I apologize for the insistence.” Reed wouldn’t have called Dr. McCoy if he didn’t think him trustworthy, but he had more than himself to convince. “S.W.O.R.D. was created for a reason but, instead, we mostly stay busy cleaning up after the alien contacts.” He shifted in place, visibly annoyed. “We have managed to recover the Chitauri bodies and tech.” at least, everything that was still intact enough to register on their tracers, but they knew what had been left might still be enough to create trouble in the future. “Our research so far focused only in how to stop them; we’re finally having enough of a breathing room to start learning about how they work.” Now that the conversation turned into discovery and research, Reed’s entire demeanor became lighter. “I thought your perspective would be illuminating.” At that moment, the doors opened, and Reed stepped out, waiting for Dr. McCoy, before turning left.

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