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Hyperion hovered over towards Captain America as he came jogging out of the AIM facility. SHIELD-tech Quinjets were already approaching the site; it would seem the good captain had dismantled AIM's operations on his own while Agent Milton was busy dealing with that 'Sauron' fellow. "Milton." Wilson signaled towards Hyperion to get the alien's attention. "Captain." Hyperion greeted the SHIELD agent. "You alright? That was a hell of a hit you took. I mean if it could cut you it probably would have ripped me in half." Zhib-Ran nodded to Sam before responding verbally. "I am fine. He caught me by surprise; that was all." He gave a reassuring smirk to the human before continuing. "Sauron may have escaped, but based on the beating I gave him I'd wager that he won't be causing us trouble again any time soon." Captain America pulled a med-kit from his belt and set to work wiping the blood from Milton's face and cleaning the wound. While the soldier played doctor, Hyperion decided to carry on with what passed for small-talk among SHIELD agents. "It would seem you were successful in defeating AIM's forces. Congratulations. Success appears to be a common occurrence when you're on duty. It is as they say: When Captain America throws his mighty shield..." Zhib-Ran chuckled, remembering the old cartoons. He'd read up on Steve Rogers when he initially joined SHIELD; the previous Captain America was every bit the man Sam Wilson was. Or seemed to be. Converting him to Milton's cause would be difficult, but Hyperion had faith that the captain would see the merits in Zhib-Ran's new empire and would join him in his conquest.

When Sam finished patching up the alien god's wounds, Hyperion set about demolishing the AIM facility alongside the other SHIELD agents. He used his X-ray vision to locate the various load-bearing walls and pillars before knocking them down with his super strength. Zhib-Ran turned computer servers, file cabinets and shelves of research into slag and ash with his flash vision. The entire building went down in a matter of minutes thanks to the combined efforts of the demolitions team and Hyperion. "Good work." Milton commented to a pair of young and impressionable agents who had been apart of the demolitions squad. "I know it may seem as if your job is unimportant, but rest assured that your contribution to SHIELD is just as critical as my own. Without people like you doing work like this, Advanced Idea Mechanics would just return and this operation would have been a waste of precious time and resources. Thank you." The two men shook hands, a giddy look on their faces as Milton walked away. It wasn't every day you met a real life superhero.

Hyperion met with the captain once more. "Where to next, Captain?" He asked simply before looking down at his tattered clothes. "Perhaps a change of attire is in order." He commented with a smile.

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Snow battered against the side of the Azrael as she descended upon the landing pad. Bright red lights guided Kestrel and his crew to safety as the massive plane slammed down onto the tarmac unceremoniously. While a normal C-17 required a landing strip, the anti-gravity technology mounted to the Azrael allowed her the same kind of maneuverability associated with a hummingbird. The cargo hold's ramp located at the back of the plane slowly opened and lowered itself to the ground. Team X gathered around Bruce Banner's cage, pushing the holding cell down the ramp and onto the frost-covered surface of the landing pad. "Pick 'em up, Mastodon." Wolverine grunted as he stepped out into the cold Canadian air. The elephant man did as he was told, taking the huge metal box into both arms and lifting it up before carrying it out of the C-17. "Brace yourselves," Deadpool began. "Winter is coming." X-23 smacked Wade in the back of his crimson-covered head before continuing past him and out of the plane herself. "Winter is already here, moron." She corrected. "Don't you watch Game of Thrones?" Deadpool asked with a gasp. "Everyone watches Game of Thrones!" Lady Deathstrike followed Laura out of the plan, adding to the conversation as well. "I watch Game of Thrones. Did you see what they did to J-" She started before being cut off. "Cease your spoilage, woman!" Mastodon yelled out in despair. "I'm not caught up yet."

"You're always a season behind." Kestrel appeared in a wisp of air. The doors to the base opened up as Wolverine entered his passcode and led the rest of Team X inside the building. "Mastodon, Maverick. You two take the green giant over to Professor Thorton's lab and make sure he stays sedated." James ordered. "The rest of you are free to do as you please until the next mission comes up." So the team splintered off to go do what they wanted: Deadpool went off to make himself a batch of chimichangas before sitting down to watch Pulp Fiction. Lady Deathstrike found Carol Hines and had her arms repaired and refitted. Kestrel, Wolverine and X-23 decided to head to the lounge and play a couple of rounds of pool. All was as it normally was there at the Weapon X Facility. Some may be surprised to hear that a clandestine organization of mutant assassins are still, in fact, human. That they could lead some semblance of a normal life. Behind the fur and the claws mutants were still people. People with dreams, aspirations and hopes. People who loved, partied and laughed. People who feared, cried and hated.

They were people, just going about their lives in an effort to survive.

Professor Thorton had Maverick remove Bruce Banner's unconscious body from the holding device and place him on a medical table in the center of the room. Maverick and Mastodon left the lab, standing outside in the hall and watching Banner in order to keep him contained. Professor Thorton stood in an observation room above the laboratory itself. He manipulated a dozen robotic arms located around the table and set up for the preliminary scans of Bruce Banner's internal mechanisms. Blood pressure, body heat, fat percentage, ect. This was the easy part; only a couple of pokes and prods from those same Adamantium needles that had been used to inject Hulk with the sedatives earlier. Later they would get into the nasty stuff, like opening up Banner's insides and looking at his organs. Finding out just what makes him turn into the Hulk and testing various chemicals on him in to see how the creature reacts. Sooner or later Thorton would need to take a deep tissue and bone marrow samples; but for now, he'd need to rely on a few vials of the Hulk's blood instead. He theorized that such painful and instrusize operations like a marrow sample would cause Bruce's fight or flight system to kick in. And when that kicked in, so did the Hulk; no amount of sedatives would stop him then. That's what Maverick and Mastodon were for.