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Ding!

The elevator doors slid open, and Fury and Agent Hill stepped inside, standing side by side as the elevator ascended. Fury, continuing his earlier thoughts, spoke in his deep, authoritative voice.

"What happened tonight has undoubtedly caused irreversible consequences," Fury said, "but it doesn't mean Ross's career is over. He's not finished yet."

Hill glanced at him, her expression sharpening as realization dawned. "Director, are you saying…?"

Fury nodded, his tone growing serious. "The Super Soldier Serum."

"The super-soldier project Ross worked so hard to build may have gone out of control tonight, resulting in this disaster. But that chaos has also made more people take notice of the destructive power unleashed by those two monsters."

Hill frowned, following his train of thought. Fury continued, his words heavy.

"Trust me, the higher-ups aren't just thinking about sending Ross to a military court. What's really on their minds is getting their hands on the Super Soldier Serum formula. That's the cruel reality of power at the top. They'll prioritize their interests above all else."

Fury's gaze was sharp as he explained. "Of course, they'll parade him in shackles to appease public outrage, but that's just a performance. The destruction caused by the Abomination and Natasha will become Ross's bargaining chip. When the scales of interest tip in his favor, those same high-ranking officials will do whatever it takes to pull him out of the abyss."

Hill's expression hardened. Fury pressed on. "Especially now, with powerful mutants emerging and the mysterious abilities Natasha demonstrated tonight. The political elite feel their dominance being threatened, and they'll stop at nothing to maintain it. To them, a powerful, extraordinary army isn't just an asset—it's a necessity."

Hill, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most skilled agents, finally saw the full picture Fury was painting. While her operational skills were second to none, she had to admit Fury's grasp of political games surpassed her own.

"Are we watching Ross because of the serum?" she asked carefully.

Fury's reply was icy. "I'm keeping an eye on who he'll give that formula to. The world is chaotic enough with two monsters. The last thing we need is an army of them. Do you understand, Hill?"

"Yes, sir."

Fury turned to look out the transparent glass of the elevator, his reflection faint against the city lights below. His fingers lightly tapped the side of the elevator panel, a rare sign of unease.

His voice dropped to a murmur, almost to himself. "The world is slipping out of control. There was a time when I could stabilize it from the shadows. But now…" He trailed off, the weight of the shifting world heavy on his shoulders.

But now, the number of mutants was increasing, and their abilities were growing stronger. In addition, more monsters were emerging—especially the mysterious organization lurking behind Natasha, which made him even more uneasy.

The previous calm he once felt was gone, and he no longer held cards powerful enough to confront the growing threats.

He needed to find and create tools to stabilize the world and fight against those monsters.

The original Hulk had been one of his chosen targets, but this big guy was easily deceived and led astray—driven by hatred and manipulated by just a few words. Now, Fury was left with only a playboy, a guilt-ridden spider boy, and a half-crazed maniac with multiple personalities chasing his so-called lover.

Maybe he could add Barton to the mix.

But these few people alone weren't enough to achieve the grand plan Fury had envisioned.

"It's really difficult for me…" Fury thought, maintaining an indifferent facade, though he sighed inwardly.

Perhaps… could he reach a deal with those people?

His one good eye flickered with consideration.

"Wow~~~"

A loud cheer echoed through the airbase above the Pacific Ocean. In the spacious hall, Pietro, Sergei, and a group of boys were shirtless, wearing shorts, and munching on snacks. While chewing, they gathered around the unconscious Abomination lying sprawled on the ground, gazing at him with curiosity.

Clarice and Alina, the two mischievous girls, squatted nearby, poking the ugly monster's massive head with their tiny white fingers.

"Is this the big monster Sister Natasha controls? Super cool," Pietro said, grinning and crunching on a bag of potato chips.

Sergei wrinkled his nose and shook his head. "This guy is so ugly. And, ugh, he reeks of bad breath. Honestly, it's disgusting."

Alexei, who had bulked up into a hulking strongman, approached, appraising Abomination with his own unique perspective.

"I like his muscles. Muscles mean strength. I bet he's a great fighter," Alexei said confidently, flexing his arms in a pose.

The others barely glanced at him before returning to their discussion. They had long since dismissed Alexei's obsession with muscles as both his strength and his weakness. Even though they admired his raw power, it didn't change their opinion of him.

Soon after, Yelena and Melina entered, wearing loose gray tops and jeans.

Pietro, Sergei, and the others quickly stepped aside to let the women comment.

Yelena tilted her head at the sight of the Abomination and gave her judgment. "What a disgusting thing."

Melina, always blunt, added, "I think John and his team would enjoy dissecting him. He'd make an excellent test subject."

Her cruel remark drew no serious reactions; they were all too used to her dry humor.

Weng!

A low hum vibrated through the air, signaling something brewing in the background.

At that moment, the metal door nearby slid open, and Natasha entered with Hulk in tow. Hulk, clearly in good spirits, was carrying a large meat roll in one hand and a big cup of Coke in the other. His mouth glistened with oil as he happily devoured his snack.

However, when Hulk noticed Pietro, Sergei, and the others, his chewing slowed. He glanced cautiously at the group, sticking close to Natasha as his wary gaze swept over them.

The group, however, showed no hostility, only kindness.

The three little girls, along with Pushkin, immediately darted toward Hulk. The girls chirped excited greetings, their eyes wide with curiosity as they studied him.

"Hey, big guy! You're so tall! What's your name?" one of them asked, tilting her head.

"Wow! You're much prettier than that other big guy, but you're all green! Did you eat too many vegetables or something?"

"I hate eating vegetables," another girl added with a grimace. "If eating them turns you into this, I'm never touching vegetables again!"

Pushkin rolled his eyes at his friend's comment and shouted in exasperation, "This has nothing to do with eating vegetables! He was injected with a mutated version of the Super Soldier Serum. Stop making excuses just to avoid eating your greens!"

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