<div class="floatleft">(http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/01910/james-purefoy2_1910913b.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Daniel Stark<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Shield<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>0130, 6 Apr 2102<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mandrake Tower Penthouse, New Haven<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Athena<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>Post sexual encounter, NFSW photo<br/><br/>It was an insistent beeping inside of Daniel's head that stirred him from the post sexual and alcoholic stupor he was in.  At first he thought it was a dream, then perhaps it was the start of a hangover, but that could not be the case.  He made certain to take the booster that would prevent the scotch from dehydrating him and causing a hangover in the first place.  Slowly, Daniel came to consciousness, and as he did he felt the enticing curves of a nude female actress pressed against his body at the time.  For a moment Daniel thought the beeping was from Sheena's communication device, but no, the beeping was too localized.  He grimaced slightly, as he could not answer the hail without possibly waking Sheena.  Normally Daniel would not be against that, and the way his dick was twitching and stirring, it would not either.  However, that would not make the call go away, and it was not stopping.<br/><br/>So it was with care that Daniel moved her sleeping nude form off of his body.  She stirred slightly, and give a soft moan that sent a sexual thrill through him, but he clamped down on it and tried not to be distracted by it, or the feel of her hard nipples as they raked over his muscular chest, or by the view of her as he put Sheena on her back and the silk sheet slipped off of her body and exposed her well rounded tits.  Daniel shook his head and muttered under his breast softly that it had best be damned important call to get him out of bed.  Daniel slipped slowly out of bed, for Sheena as sighing again and moving her body, spreading her legs and rolling on her side, her body undulating as if caught in some sexual dream and she could not stop her body movements.  Daniel could do nothing but stare for more than a few moments.  Oh yes, this had better be damned important.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sheena</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img06.deviantart.net/7be0/i/2015/213/f/3/katya_by_art0fck-d93oq1e.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>Daniel had a deceptively light step for a such a muscular form.  It would had been an impressive sight for Sheena should she had been awake.  Still, she had enjoyed it well enough no more than a couple of hours before, and might again if this call was taken care of quickly.  Daniel grabbed a robe that was hanging from a clothes rack and slipped it on.  Next came slippers for as tough as Daniel was, he could not really stand the feel of cold metal against his feet.  Then with as much silence and stealth he displayed in extracting himself from the lovely form of Sheena without waking her, Daniel exited his room and once he was outside in the corridor, he touched his finger to a spot outside of his right ear along his jawline and spoke, doing his best to keep irritation from his voice.<strong>"This had best be important, Athena."</strong><br/><br/>Inside the communications implant next to Daniel's ear, a voice that sounded like a posh young woman with a richly sexual British voice that at the moment sounded slightly miffed by his response.<strong><em>"Of course it is important, Sir, I would never interrupt your sexual congress otherwise, you know this.  There is something happening in the ruins of New York, something extremely out of the ordinary and thus why I contacted you.  Something has restored primary power to Manhattan island, and also whoever did that had been busy restoring much of the primary power grid, even more than you had been doing.  Stark Tower seems to be connected to power grid, and is on-line again.  Automated reconnaissance in the area however report an attack of some sort at Scav-mart.  Lastly, I had received some form of coded transmission from the tower itself.  I cannot open it, all I can gather from it is "Avengers Next" protocol.  So I determined at of such significance to interrupt you, Sir." </em></strong><br/><br/>Everything that Athena said was like a sucker punch to Daniel's gut.  He stopped dead still in the corridor, needing to put a hand to the wall to steady himself.  As far as Daniel knew, he was the only person that had any interest in restoring services to the ruins, though Daniel was not merely focused on the electrical infrastructure, but also water and sanitation as well.  Progress was slow for Daniel was still beholden to the shareholders of Argent, and they allowed Daniel his little side projects only so long as profits did not dip.  Not only was someone else out there, but they had restored enough of the grid to get Stark Tower back online...it was both shocking and frightening at once.  Someone was out there with an agenda he did not know had some form of design for a link in his past.  In Daniel's experience, that never was good.<br/><br/>The second thing in Athena's statement that rocked him to his core was the mention of the Avengers.  Daniel had no idea what "Avenger's Next" meant.  There had not been any Avengers in over seventy-five years.  The last known one that was alive was James Rhodes.  Too old and injured to be active, James had relocated along with Stark Industries to Calgary.  When the mutant resistance group named the Redeemers had made a name for themselves when they rescued the mutant resistance leader Lorelei from public execution.  James made his way through the underground back to the front lines to meet them in person, carrying the helmet to the AS-1A Mark Sixty armor.  James did not survive the trip back to Start Industries, killed by mutant hounds sent to destroy the Redeemers.  His efforts though allowed the Redeemers not only to recover the Mark Sixty, but also the design plans for it.  With it the NLA and SHIELD were able to produce it on a limited scale, allowing the NLA and the Redeemers the fighting chance they needed to win the war.  The last Avenger, James Rhodes, another piece of Daniel's past.<br/><br/>Now it seemed the past was reaching forward and bitch slapping Daniel around.  Whatever was happening, he could not ignore it.  The logical place was to start with this attack at Scav-Mart and then work his way to the Tower.  Scav-Mart was near the base of the tower, and if anyone was making a move towards the tower, it only made sense to secure a perimeter about it so they had time undisturbed to do what they wanted in the tower.  Daniel did not know why they restored power to it.  As far as Daniel knew, there was nothing left there, everything relocated to Hydro-Island which had been relocated to Atlantian waters with their blessing to get it out of United States waters and to provide a check against the Sentinels.  Someone thought something was there, as Daniel suspected that they did not spend a small fortune and taking the risks to run restoration work to the power grid merely to turn on a few lights.<br/><br/>Daniel pushed himself back from the wall, and moved towards the elevator.  Once there he put his eye to the bio-metric scanner, as well as placed his finger in the DNA reader.  Both accepted him and Daniel felt light headed as they elevator went speeding along its new course to his private lab.  As he did so, Daniel touched his communication device again.<strong>"Athena keep working on that file you were sent, and prepare the air speeder.  Also thank you, this indeed was working interrupting me for.  I shall be in the hanger in five minutes.</strong>As soon as he finished, the doors to the elevator open.  Sheena was gone from his mind.  Athena would handle her if she woke.  Daniel had something far more important.  Daniel just did not know at the time how critical this moment was.<br/><br/>Daniel moved with sure steps, discarding the robe and the slippers as he did, and placed his palm on a door.  The cabinet he touched opened, and as he did there was a slight dry fog from the difference in the temperature between the internal environmental systems of the storage cabinet.  Daniel stared at the set of armor he created before him, so unlike the Iron Man armors that Tony Stark created, and in the end help put an end to the War.  Daniel was not trying to put an end to the war, but he was a growing symbol to the people in the ruins none the less.  Shield was once more about to operate in the ruins, a champion of the people, even if they did not know it.  It did not take long for Daniel to put on the suit, less than the five minutes and he was in the elevator once more, to the personal hanger that he had attached to his residence.  Less than a minute later he was taking a speed and heading as fast as he could without triggering New Haven's anti-air defenses towards the ruins, towards the large "A" that was visible even from New Haven, a beacon to the descendant of the man that built the monument in the first place.<br/><br/><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fe/28/b2/fe28b2428bba1131a0d7dc7275f37762.jpg)</div>