A few days ter...

  [3rd person POV]

  The trol room of SHIELD's Helicarrier hummed with the quiet murmur of agents and the occasional burst of information scrolling aonitors. In the ter, Nick Fury leaned ba his chair, his one good eye sing the digital tablet before him. The reports were... staggering. He looked up as Natasha Romanoff stepped into the room, her usual posed demeanor intact.

  "Romanoff," Fury begaing the tablet down with a slight thud. "I've been reading some very iis. Care to expin more about this Aron character?"

  Natasha arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms, leaning against the table. "Which report caught your attention, Director? Bakuto's fa going dark in a single night? Or maybe Stryker and Shaw's operations crumbling like a house of cards?"

  "All of it," Fury replied, leaning forward. "The Bakuto thing was a surgical strike. You, Storm, and Blink being involved was impressive enough. But the way Aron coordi, dismantling aire work in a single night? That's... something else. Then there's this bit about him turning Emma Frost into a det person." Fury let the weight of the words hang in the air. "Emma Frost. As in the 'maniputive telepath who could sell i Antarctica.' That Emma Frost."

  She smirked faintly. "She's still herself, but yes, she's surprisingly... cooperative now, all thanks to him saving her sister."

  "And Stryker?" Fury pressed. "Shaw? Hammerhead's operations taking one hell of a hit, with Natasha Romanoff herself being rescued from one of their warehouses? You don't usually need saving."

  Natasha's expression tightened briefly before she let out a breath. "That night wasn't... ideal. I uimated them, hought there would be Hydra involved in there. If not for him, I'd be probably dead or lying on a bed with pipes down my throat. I owe him for that."

  Fury narrowed his eye. "And that doesn't happen often. Professor Xavier mentioned him, but he didn't go into much detail. All I got out of him was that Aron was someone's e and he needed help to hide his identity and create a new ohat doesn't expin why he's so effective. Tell me more about his power. His character."

  Natasha hesitated, her gaze dropping briefly. "He's... plex. Aron's not just powerful; he's strategic, resourceful, and—when necessary—merciless. He has the ability to wield multiple mutations without any of the usual strains or limitations. And he temporarily lend those abilities to others."

  "Lend them?" Fury repeated, his tone sharp.

  "Yes," She firmed. "At Bakuto's base, he lent me kiiipution. For a brief time, I could absorb and redirect kiiergy like it was sed nature."

  Fury leaned back, processing the information. "And here I thought I'd seen it all. You don't usually throw pliments around, Romanoff. This guy must be something."

  Natasha nodded, her expression softening slightly. "He is. I don't know how or why, but I get this feeling he's been through a lot and seen even more. When he looks at me, it's like he see right through me. It's almost... discerting."

  Fury nodded, his mind turning over the possibilities. "It's good to have people like him in our er. We use him."

  "You think he'll agree to work with SHIELD?" Natasha asked.

  Fury chuckled, "I'm not talking about making him a, though it might not be a bad idea. No, what I mean is he could do a lot of good for this world, and I'm going to make sure he does. Maybe we could add him to the Aveeam or create a sedary team."

  She watched as Fury reached for the tablet again, his face set iermination.

  "You know it won't be easy. The X-Force might be his first priority, he's a mutant after all," She said.

  He nodded. "I know. But it never is, is it?"

  As he spoke, the door to the aer opened, and Maria Hill strode into the room. Her gaze locked with Fury's, and she crossed her arms.

  "Director, I've got the files you requested on the X-Force."

  "Good."

  "What are you pnning now?" Natasha asked.

  "Siants and the Avengers are going to be w together from now on, so, it might be possible to recruit him on our side. Professor Xavier already has Jean, Storm, and God knows, how many more powerful mutants on his side. Now, with Aron and Emma, he's only getting stronger. If we recruit Aron, Emma might follow him and it will ba things. If he agrees to work with us, it'll give us a tactical advantage against anyone who dares to stand against us. It's a win-win situation." Fury expined.

  Natasha raised her eyebrows in surprise.

  "If he refuses, then what?" She asked.

  "A e without any past... He must be looking foal, right? What if we give it to him? A ce to bee something more than a e, a hero who saves people, and makes a difference. Something that will give him purpose, a p this world. I'm going to give him one," Fury said with a fident tone. "Besides, acc to the report, he hasn't yet joihe X-Force."

  "You do know that he is a double edge sword. Even with all that if he refuses to join our side, then he bees a wild card. And you know how dangerous those be. With Shaw and Stryker out of the way, Mago must be keeping an eye on him. This won't be easy. And if he gets pissed, things would go really bad. Just imagine, a man without any limits, as our enemy... He might be hearing our versation for all we know," Natasha stated, her voice filled with .

  Fury smiled. "That's where you e in."

  "Oh, no. You 't be serious!" Natasha jumped up from her chair.

  Fury held up a hand. "I am. Think about it, Nat. You're already close to him."

  "He read minds. It's impossible for me to hide my thoughts from him. He will know everything, including this versation," She shook her head, frowning.

  Fury just gave her that look.

  "Sigh!" She sat down with a sigh.

  "Let him. It's not like we are doing anything bad, are we? The aliens are knog at our door... Hydra, running wild, rogue mutants, a giant lizard, an assassin in a scorpion suit, a guy in a rhino armor... I could go all day long. We are barely holding the ban this world. We need people like him on our side. If we succeed in making a mutant a global i like Ironman, loved by all, maybe we will be able to do something about Trask Industries too, legally," Fury expined.

  Natasha crossed her arms, her expression unreadable.

  "Give it a try. I know you are older than him, still, maybe you will find your oiness." Fury added, looking at her.

  "How would that even work? I'm not even sure how old he is. He looks like a 19 or 20-year-old..."

  "So, the greatest spy, Natasha Romanoff, is afraid of a little romance?" He chuckled.

  "No, I'm not afraid of it. I'm just saying he's young, and I'm not even sure if he thinks of me in that way..." she said, sighing again.

  "There's only one way to find out," he replied, his toeady.

  "Tsk. Fine..."

  ...

  [Meanwhile...] [NY] [Aron's first person POV]

  I teleported onto a quiet rooftop overlooking the city, feeling the familiar rush of air and the faint tug of spaapping bato pce behihe city stretched out below, glittering with life and chaos. I'd been practig my powers for hours now—testing precision, speed, and enduranbsp;

  I was imagining something along the lines of instant teleportation from DBZ. A barrage of attacks while telep around my enemy. I use ice shards or fireballs instead of chi bsts and I got the disiion ray for ultimate. 'Heheheh... Hell yeah!'

  As I teleported again to another rooftop, a quiet sound caught my attention.

  Munch. ch.

  I turoward the source, half-expeg a stray cat or a bird. Instead, I found her—a girl in a bd-white suit, her hood up, legs dangling over the edge of the rooftop. There she was... Ghost Spider. She was holding a sandwich, mid-bite, a pack of Doritos, with her mask pulled up just enough to reveal her mouth.

  "Well, this is awkward," she said, swallowing and l her sandwich. "Usually, rooftops are my thing. Do I o start payi here, or...?"

  I chuckled, crossing my arms. "You're fine. I was just... practig." I let a smirk creep onto my face. "Didn't expepany."

  "Practig?" she said, tilting her head. "That's why you've been blinking all over the city like a broken light bulb?"

  I raised an eyebrow. "You've been watg me?"

  She shrugged. "Hard not to notice. You're fast, but you leave these faint energy ripples. Kind of like sonar for people like me."

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