Sitting in front of a computer terminal in his base/lab Michael watched as a simulation ran across the terminals screen.
The simulation dealing with Extremis.
Specifically how it would interact with the human body, after Michael had adjusted the composition of the virus using a certain component.
DNA from Mutants.
In particular Michael used the black market to acquire the DNA from mutants with pyrokinetic abilities. Who unlike Pyro, could both produce and manipulate fire/flames. Since he knew the problem with Extremis is that in most subjects it overheated the body causing it to explode.
But by using the DNA of said pyrokinetics he had modified Extremis, hopefully getting rid of that nasty little defect. If only so he could use it to enhance himself.
As the simulation finished running on the computer everything came up green across the board, leading Michael to smile.
"Looks like everything is good to go ADAM." Michael spoke.
"Yes, it would seem so sir. But, do you not think it requires just a bit more testing before you use this new Extremis on yourself?" ADAM asked.
"We've been testing it for the last week ADAM. And there's only one more until the meeting with Klaue is supposed to take place. So it's now or never." Michael spoke. Given that he had been working on perfecting Extremis for the past three weeks, and thus he trusted his own mind.
He had run simulations, checked his results, and he was sure of himself.
And if he wasn't well then..at least he wouldn't be around to hear ADAM say he told him so.
"Understood." ADAM replied.
"Right. Let's do this then." Michael replied.
He then synthesized the strain of Extremis he had created. Then taking a deep breath Michael injected himself in his left arm. Where a few seconds later he felt...nothing?
"Huh, you know I expected that experience to be a lot w-Aghh!!!" Michael suddenly started shouting. Keeling over onto the floor, feeling like his entire body was on fire from the inside out.
"Michael, Michael!" ADAM shouted in worry.
But Michael didn't respond, and only continued screaming at the top of his lungs for what felt like forever. Until all of a sudden everything inside of him stopped. Leading him to feel better than ever before.
"Michael, please respond!" ADAM exclaimed.
"I'm here." Michael replied.
"Do you require assistance? Shall I break protocol and contact Dr. Hansen to aide you?" ADAM asked.
"No. That won't be necessary." Michael replied. Moving to stand to his feet. He then lightly opened and closed his hands, before deciding to punch the top of the table.
Which was made of steel.
Steel that had a chunk ripped out of it after Michael delivered his punch to it. Leading to a smile appearing on his face. Especially since he felt no pain at all from that punch just now.
"Oh yeah." Michael said.
For it looks like his science was correct.
His version of Extremis worked.
But just to be certain, over the next three days Michael ran a battery of tests on himself. From medical to even physical. To see what his new Extremis enhanced body could do.
Which was all the things the Extremis soldiers could do in the MCU. Save for the fact Michael found he now had Infared vision, allowing him to distinguish sources of heat.
'Must be the result of me using Mutant DNA to perfect my version of the Extremis virus.' Michael thought. Noting that down in his observational notes. But he is not complaining. Not one bit.
Since this gave me many more options in regards to combat now. As well as in other scenarios. But Michael decided to focus on that later.
Because he still had his meeting with Klaue to focus on.
So after he finished doing test on himself he put all his attentions towards that particular issue. Working with ADAM until the day of the meeting finally came.
***
[South America, Exact Location Unknown]
'Something isn't right' Ulysses Klaue thought to himself.
[Insert Image of Ulysses Klaue Here]
Have been a mercenary and weapons dealers for many years he had developed a sixth sense in regards to dangerous situations. And right now that sense was screaming at him he was in danger.
Yet he couldn't determine why.
He was meeting this unknown buyer on the Churchill, where he and his men were in charge. Men who had been following him for years. Who were loyal, and would kill anyone he instructed them too.
Klaue had every advantage in the current situation, and yet he couldn't the horrible feeling in his bones.
'Maybe I'm just being too tense.' Klaue thought.
Then again considering he was still being chased by the Wakandians after sealing their Vibranium all those years ago maybe more paranoia was better and not worse.
As Klaue contemplated this all the lights on the ship simultaneously went off at the same time.
"What the hell?!"
"We're under attack!"
"Defensive formations!" Klaue shouted. Taking out his own pistol.
"Agh!"
"No!"
"Fuck!"
But right after he did so in a matter of seconds several of his men let out cries of pain. And as Klaue's eyes began to adjust to the dark he knew why. A figure was moving in the darkness, taking down each and every one of his men without mercy.
'The Wakandians, they've come a calling.' Klaue thought.
Since he couldn't think of anyone else who could perform the feats he was currently witnessing.
"So, our rematch has finally come eh Panther." Klaue mused. "Well bring it on." He spoke.
Klaue then raised his left arm and gave a signal. When he did his men opened fire on the figure moving through the darkness.
But just as they did they noticed sparks in the air itself. Including behind them.
"What?!" Klau shouted.
But didn't have time to turn around, before a fist knocked him out.
A second after this occurred a figure took down all of Klaue's remaining gunmen with extreme prejudice, leaving only the South African mercenary alive.
Just as the figure finished killing the last mercenary the lights of the Churchill came back on, revealing the mysterious figure to be none other than Michael, dressed in tactical gear.
Having easily been able to use his Extremis enhanced body to deal with Klaue and is men.
"Okay, now onto phase two." Michael said to himself.
He then used his magic to peer into Klaue's mind, learning the location of the Vibranium aboard the ship.
Once he did he opened up a portal right under Klaue, dropping the insane weapons dealer near the Wakandian border. Along with a little surprise as well.
After he finished this Michael quickly made his way to where the Vibranium was stored, and then portal'd it back to his base/lab.
That done he moved onto the final phase of his plan.
Taking the C4 charges he had brought with him Michael planted them at strategic points across the Churchill. Then once he was done he went above deck and pushed the button.
A second after he did explosions began rocking the boat, literally.
But remaining calm Michael opened up a portal to his base/lab and moved through it. Shutting it instantly behind him.
Accomplishing his mission to obtain Klaue's Vibranimu and remove him as a piece on the board without a hitch.
"It seems the mission went well Michael."
"Yes, ADAM. Yes it did." Michael happily replied.
He then quickly went to get changed before heading to check out his new supply of Vibranimum. Leading him to also wonder how the Wakandians would respond to his little gift.
***
[Birnin Zana, Wakanda]
Seated upon his throne in the royal palace, Wakanda's current king T'Chaka, along with his wife queen Ramonda, and the tribal council, couldn't help but be astounded at the sight before him.
[Insert Image of T'Chaka Here]
[Insert Image of Ramonda Here]
Their countries greatest criminal in generations, Ulysses Klaue, unconscious before them in chains.
All due to the actions of an unknown individual.
Who decided to address the leaders of Wakanda with only a note. One the Dora Milaje found pinned to Klaue's chest after one of their border patrols informed him of their presence near their nation.
The contents of the note still at the forefront of T'Chaka's mind even though it had been read to him and his entire council more than fifteen minutes ago.
Dear, Wakanda. I know this man named Klaue has been very naughty and performed a great injustice towards your country. So I'd thought I'd do you a favor and return him so you could punish him as you see fit. Think of it as a peace offering. And the first gesture of good faith I hope will one day allow you to take steps to show the world who you truly are. Before such an event is forced upon you. And I warn you not to be ignorant and think it won't occur. Because it will. The world is advancing faster than you think. Mutants, other superhumans, companies like Stark and Holt Industries, etc. You won't be able to hide for much longer. Thus you are now at a crossroads. Where I hope you do not take the wrong path. And if you take the right on then I wouldn't mind assisting you down it.
Sincerely yours, Mister T.
PS: I once urge you again to not simply dismiss me. Because I'll tell you no matter how hard you try and hide it secrets never stay buried for long. You likely know what I mean better than anyone King T'Chaka
Remembering that particular part of the letter still made T'Chaka tense up.
For he likely reasoned what secret this mysterious mister T was referring to. The only question T'Chaka had was how this person knew such a thing. For only three people knew of his deepest secret, and one of them was dead.
As T'Chaka thought over that night in America, like had done so many times over the years since it happened, his wife and his tribal council were all pondering the letter of Mister T.
Some of them wanting to verify his claims.
So while not a big change Michael had in fact stirred something at the very heart of Wakanda itself.