In Marvel With Unique Skill Great Sage (MCU)

Sleeping in this desolate wasteland was a cruel joke. Lemu woke up groggy and sore, the coarse sand refusing to let him rest.

He needed a plan—some way to find help. Satellites, electromagnetic waves… electricity?

His amber gaze drifted to the sleeping Tony Stark. Inside that man's chest was an Arc Reactor—an almost infinite power source.

For a moment, a dark thought crossed Lemu's mind, 'If I just yoink that reactor, I'd have all the juice I needed…'

Steeling himself, he reached over and tugged the coat off Stark, giving it a brisk shake to dislodge the sand. At the last second, he hesitated. Manhandling another guy's chest rig wasn't exactly on his to-do list.

Not to mention, if he stomped down just right, he could break Stark's neck in a second—looting the corpse would be so much simpler.

He chuckled under his breath. 'Kidding just kidding, Nah… friction alone can generate static electricity.

Stretching, he fiddled absentmindedly with the coat's fabric. A sudden zap sparked from his fingertip.

That was when the voice of the Great Sage resounded in his mind.

'Notice: Skills acquired—'Electrical Resistance' and 'Electrical Manipulation'

Lemu blinked. Using electric fields to generate electromagnetic waves… if he could manipulate them, maybe he could broadcast a distress signal.

"Uh… Great Sage? A little help here?"

The response was immediate:

'Notice: Relevant memories have been extracted and integrated into 'Electromagnetic Wave Communication Technology.' Would you like to connect to a satellite and broadcast your current coordinates?'

Lemu's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, do it."

'Notice:

Generating electromagnetic waves… complete.

Simulating communication frequencies… complete.

Compiling communication protocol… insufficient data… attempting to crack… protocol cracked.

Connecting to communications satellite… complete.

Satellite coordinates acquired… complete.

Broadcasting current location.'

Lemu's jaw dropped. He'd only half-understood the science behind those steps, yet the Great Sage had executed them flawlessly—and in seconds.

And since the Great Sage was his skill, that meant he was technically the genius behind it all… right?

One more thing nagged at him, though:

"Great Sage, do not go browsing random stuff on the internet!"

He remembered Ultron, the murderous AI that Tony Stark would eventually create after absorbing too much dark and twisted information from the web. Then there was Vision, whose more positive first impressions steered him toward protecting humanity instead.

"From now on, stick to scientific research. No creeping into shady corners of the internet, okay? We're good guys. We want to stay on the moral high ground. Understood?"

'Notice: Acknowledged.'

Lemu grinned, satisfied. He tinkered with the improvised transmitter for another hour before Tony Stark finally stirred.

The billionaire genius opened his bloodshot eyes, blinking at the pale-blue hair that greeted him. Lemu was crouched nearby, watching him intently.

"You're awake. Congratulations…"

Stark just stared at him, deadpan. Congratulations for what?

Clearing his throat, Lemu continued, "I mean congratulations on being rescued. I used my… abilities to crack your planet's electromagnetic communications. Your position is being broadcast. They should be here soon to pick you up."

For a moment, Stark's exhaustion melted into blank confusion. Then a flicker of hope ignited in his eyes. If Lemu had actually managed to send a signal, salvation might be closer than he had dared to imagine.

Lemu gave him a nod—half reassurance, half self-congratulation. After all, this was the Marvel Universe. Saving Tony Stark now could mean saving the entire universe later.

And, of course, there was the matter of that Mark-series armor he so desperately wanted.

….

Tony Stark's eyes flew open wide, and in the span of a heartbeat, he bolted upright. His breathing turned ragged—almost hyperventilating—as though he'd just witnessed something miraculous.

"YES—! Hahaha—!"

He caught sight of something in the far distance. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees, arms raised high above his head in a Y-shape gesture. Laughter, raw and powerful, erupted from him, laced with the near-hysteria of someone who had forgotten how to smile.

In the distance, the rhythmic thrum of helicopter rotors grew steadily louder. Two U.S. military rescue choppers emerged on the horizon, beating the dry desert air as they drew closer.

Tony waved frantically at the helicopters, a manic grin lighting his features. Soon, a wash of wind hit them as one of the choppers set down. A five-person team of American soldiers disembarked, led by a lean, sharp-eyed officer: Colonel James Rhodes.

He was dressed in full military attire—a tall, wiry Black man wearing the insignia of a U.S. Air Force officer. Above all, he was Tony Stark's best friend and confidant.

The squad jogged over, slowing to a halt near Tony and Lemu. Relief flooded Rhodes's face, a blend of joy and disbelief like seeing a buddy thought lost for half a year suddenly spring back to life. He shot Tony a wry grin and teased, "Having fun out here, Tony?"

Tony shrugged, managing a tired smirk. "Oh, you know, same old, same old." He wrapped Rhodes in a brief hug, the kind that conveys both exasperation and gratitude.

When they pulled apart, Rhodes's attention flicked to Lemu, who stood to one side. Even from a distance, Lemu was hard to miss—pale-blue hair, an otherworldly aura, and an antiquated fur coat slung over one arm.

Lemu raised a polite hand, offering a friendly "Hi," all while discreetly evaluating the newcomers. U.S. military or not, he was fairly sure he could slip away if things went south. 

Guns weren't lethal to his slime body, and he had plenty of tricks up his sleeve: Rapid Regeneration, Airflow Manipulation, Electrical Manipulation, not to mention Predator for changing his appearance at will. 

The real question was whether Tony would sell him out.

Rhodes gave Lemu a polite nod, then leaned close to Tony, lowering his voice. "So… who's she? A pretty girl you left behind in Afghanistan all those years ago?"

Rhodes gave Lemu a polite nod, then leaned close to Tony, lowering his voice. "So… who's she? A pretty girl you left behind in Afghanistan all those years ago?"