Go to decedent,
Salute to you
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
The agents, deep in discussion, trembled as if they had been burned by a branding iron. Their eyes widened with realization, understanding how personal emotions had seeped into the archived report. Each of them could picture the agent, huddled by the window, scribbling in the dim light, while the horror of hell was unfolding around them. But none could fully imagine how it must have felt to witness such terror firsthand, and then write those inspiring words, even as the nightmare raged on.
For a mont, the entire Marvel universe seed to share a collective sense of sorrow and awe.
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Jas accepted the note, his face unreadable as he held it in his hands. The silence in the room was palpable, thick enough to suffocate. No one spoke, but it was clear that each person was lost in thought, processing the grave words they had just read. They seed to be contemplating sothing, perhaps their fate, or perhaps the fate of the world itself.
The silence stretched on, tense and unbearable.
Finally, Captain A spoke, his voice quiet but firm, "Door…" He glanced at the female agent, his gaze hardening as he continued, "Did we close that door when we ca in?"
The door. The one that had led them into this hellish place, the one that had sealed off their hope for survival.
The Gate of Death.
The female agent's face paled as she recalled the events, the mory hitting her like a slap to the face. She instinctively looked away, her gaze avoiding the captain's.
The atmosphere shifted from tense to ominous. The realization hit them all at once: If the door was left open, the monsters would continue to escape into the world, bringing with them death and destruction. They would take the hearts of their victims and return to the door, creating more and more of their kind. It would be a never-ending cycle of horror.
Captain A's expression darkened, but he spoke with determination, "The door must be closed."
He turned to the female agent, his face set in a grim line, his eyes demanding an answer. But the agent could only tremble, helplessly avoiding his gaze. She was paralyzed by fear, unable to et his expectations.
The captain was silent for a mont, as if waging a war within himself. He turned his head stiffly, eyes shifting to Jas. A subtle shift in the atmosphere told everyone what was coming.
The live broadcast room exploded in reaction.
"Wait, is he really going to ask Jas to do it?"
"This is insane! He can't seriously expect Jas to close the door!"
"Why the hell is he relying on Jas and the others? It's not their job!"
"Let them handle it themselves!"
The live audience erupted in frustration, standing up in anger at the captain's decision.
But in the dim light of the room, Jas let out a complex, almost bitter laugh. He stood still, holding the report—the suicide note of Agent Barclay—in his hand. He rubbed a random spot on the paper as if deep in thought.
"Agent Barclay…" he murmured under his breath, "Barclay committed suicide after writing this report…"
Jas exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. His thoughts swirled in his mind. He could understand why he had been given this task, why he had been thrust into this nightmare. But that didn't an he had to agree to it. He had too many reasons to refuse.
After all, he was just a D-class personnel, surrounded by two rookie agents and a boy full of naïve ideals. He had no reason to follow the orders of the agents. He had never been particularly fond of the Foundation either.
As a D-class personnel, he had always been taught to do his job and nothing more. At the start of this mission, he had warned himself to stick to his part—collect the secretions from 'Little Peanut,' assist with 682's containnt, and try to make it out alive. But now…
Now they were asking him to close the damn door. To face an invincible enemy.
It seed impossible.
He could feel his eyelids tremble as thoughts flickered in his mind. He thought about everything that had happened. Everything he had been through. But in the end, he found himself staring down at the report once more, the words "Salute you from the Decedent" staring back at him.
His mind was overwheld, but he couldn't help but let out a small, ironic laugh. A D-class personnel. Now, he was being asked to save the world.
It was absurd.
It was funny.
It was… sothing else.
The smile on his face was faint but genuine. The second ti he had smiled since he entered this world, and it felt both bitter and liberating.
With a heavy sigh, Jas closed his eyes for a mont, and then spoke in a calm, almost resigned voice, "I'll try."
The words echoed in the silence. His voice was steady, but anyone could tell he wasn't sure why he had agreed. Perhaps it was a sense of responsibility. Or maybe it was sothing deeper, sothing he didn't fully understand himself.
The entire Marvel universe watched in stunned silence as Jas uttered those three words. His decision left everyone speechless. How could he agree to this? He was just a D-class personnel, thrown into a situation that was beyond anyone's understanding.
The live broadcast room exploded with shock.
"What? Did he just say that? He agreed?!"
"Is he out of his mind? Why would he do that?"
"Jas, you don't have to face an invincible enemy!"
"Doesn't he know he's just a D-class personnel?"
The comnts flooded in, but in the midst of all the noise, one thing was clear: Jas had just made a choice that no one expected.
At Stark Industries, Tony Stark watched Jas' figure on the screen. His face was a mixture of disbelief and frustration. For a long mont, he said nothing. Then, in a sudden burst of irritation, he cursed under his breath, "Stupid! Stupid!"
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At Kamar-Taj, a young apprentice watched Jas' decision unfold. Confusion was written all over his face, and he couldn't help but approach the Ancient One.
"Why did he agree to this mission?" the apprentice asked, his voice laced with disbelief. "It's not his job. Why would he take on sothing so impossible?"
The Ancient One, looking almost serene in comparison to the turmoil around them, patted the apprentice's head. "Sotis, sothing has to be done by soone," she said, her voice calm yet filled with understanding.
The apprentice was silent, still trying to wrap his mind around Jas' decision. But the Ancient One's words lingered in the air, a truth that seed to resonate across all the worlds.
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