(Everyone's pov)
Hakuno clapped her hands together, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"How about we take a selfie?"
Nick Fury's head whipped around. "The hell we will."
But Ritsuka was already smiling, "Come on, Director. It's just one photo. Keeping Memories is good habit." He didn't even phrase it like a request—more like an inevitability.
Hakuno pulled everyone in before Fury could protest further. "Alright, everyone squeeze in! Ritsuka, Bee, Romani, Da Vinci, Morgan, Castoria, Karna, Moriarty, Coulson… and yes, you too, Director Fury."
Fury groaned like a man being dragged to his own funeral. "I'm not smilin'."
"You don't have to," Ritsuka said brightly. "Just… exist in the picture."
Bee tilted his head. "Uh… what's a 'selfie' supposed to be?"
Hakuno beamed at him. "It's when people take a instant magic paint together—so they can remember a moment. A small keepsake."
"Ohhh!" Bee's optics lit up as he leaned in next to Ritsuka, copying his pose. The young Master threw up a V-sign, and Bee mimicked it with one servo—while holding the AllSpark cube proudly in the other.
"Perfect," Hakuno laughed, snapping the shot.
But the second the shutter clicked, the AllSpark in Bee's hand pulsed. A stray spark leapt out like lightning, striking Hakuno's phone. The device buzzed violently before glowing with blue light.
Everyone froze.
The phone split apart, shifting with whirs and clanks, metal bending into new shapes. In seconds, Hakuno was left holding a small, exquisite robot with bright blue optics, four tiny legs, and two spindly arms.
"Master," the little construct said in a smooth mechanical voice. "What are your orders?"
Hakuno blinked, stared at it for a long moment, then broke into a wide grin. "…You're adorable."
Nick Fury didn't find it adorable. His pistol was already out, aimed square at the tiny bot. "The hell did you just do?!" His glare snapped toward Bee. "Talk, Tin Man. Who sent you? What else are you hiding?"
Bee raised his servos, optics wide. "Whoa, whoa—easy, one eye alien! I didn't do squat! I don't know what just happened!"
Da Vinci leaned in close, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Incredible… spontaneous generation of mechanical life."
Romani adjusted his long pink hair, scanning the construct with a calm, analytical tone. "He's right, Director. Bee didn't activate anything."
"BADASSATRON," Bee corrected Romani quickly, puffing his chest. "Thank you."
Romani continued, unfazed by Bee's chatter. "The AllSpark itself did this. It's the power it holds capable of bringing lifeless technology to life, transforming it into sentient beings. As an infinite source of cosmic energy, the AllSpark can imbue mechanical organisms with true autonomy. In other words—it creates life, just as it created his world." He gestured toward Bee. "That's why he exists."
The room went still, the little robot in Hakuno's hand blinking innocently at its new "Master."
Fury's grip on his gun tightened. But slowly, reluctantly, he lowered the weapon, his expression dark with grudging respect. "You're telling me that damn cube just whipped up a living thing out of a cell phone…?"
Romani nodded. "Yes. And it means the potential is limitless."
Fury exhaled a long, sharp breath. "Jesus Christ… Every damn time I think I've seen the craziest shit this world can throw at me..." He jabbed a finger at Romani. "...you science types find a way to prove me wrong."
Da Vinci smirked. "Well, Director, that's the beauty of discovery."
Bee leaned down beside Ritsuka, voice low, almost awed. "I've… never seen the AllSpark do that before."
Ritsuka glanced up at him with a faint smile. "Guess it's full of surprises. Just like you."
Bee tilted his head again, then chuckled, a little embarrassed. "…You think I'm surprising? Hah, man, you're gonna make me blush under the paint."
And Fury, standing with arms crossed, muttered even lower, "Damn cube's already givin' me a headache like that cube."
Moriarty adjusted his tie, eyes glittering with amusement.
"Director Fury… I know your next move. And I must say, I disagree entirely."
Fury's one good eye narrowed. "Motherf— Do you seriously think you're James Moriarty?"
The man only smiled calmly, calculated, and unnervingly self-assured. 'You are right Director, I am James Moriarty. Simply… younger than the one you're familiar with.'
Fury turned his glare toward the cube clutched in Bee's servos. "Alright, metalhead. Hand that cube over. I'll keep it safe. It's too dangerous to be in anyone's hands but mine."
Ritsuka stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "No. That's a lie. I can see it in your eyes, Fury. You don't want to protect it. You want to use its technology. I've seen too much technology destroy humanity already. This is the worst move you could make."
Before Fury could snap back, the AllSpark shone brightly. Energy surged across its surface, and in an instant, the massive cube dissolved into pure light—sinking into Bee's arm.
"AAAAAHH! MY ARM! MY ARM! Oh wait—OH, that's actually kinda cool—BUT STILL, OW!" Bee yelped, waving his arm around wildly, blue light pulsing beneath his armor.
Karna's calm voice cut through the noise. "The cube has fused with him. It chose its host."
Morgan folded her arms, her gaze sharp and cold. "The AllSpark responds to everyone's emotions. To intent. It will only stay with the one it desires. It chose this… chatterbox machine."
"HEY! Chatterbox? Rude—but true," Bee muttered, still flexing his arm.
Fury exhaled slowly, his jaw tight. He knew when he'd lost a battle. "…Fine. The cube stays with the damn robot."
Hakuno tilted her head, smiling as she cradled the little phone-turned-companion. "Well then, it seems you're the first of your kind here. You need a name. How about… Shin? In kanji, it can mean 'true,' 'extend,' or 'new.' Do you like it?"
The small robot's optics gleamed. "Thank you, Master, for naming me. I am honored. I will serve you gladly."
Bee tilted his head, optics softening. "Heh. Cute little guy. Lucky."
Then his voice dropped, tinged with worry. "But… look, do you guys know a way to send me back to my world? My friends… they're still fighting in war. They need me. They need the AllSpark."
Da Vinci's expression sobered. "That will be… very difficult. Without precise knowledge of your world's coordinates in the universe, it borders on impossible."
Moriarty smirked. "If science fails… then magic must succeed."
Ritsuka nodded. "Exactly. And I know who can help." He turned to Bee. "Will you come with us, Bee?"
Bee perked up, slamming his fist against his chestplate. "You bet your ass I will! Autobots never leave their friends behind."
"Good," Ritsuka said with a faint smile. Then he turned toward Fury. "Director. We'll handle this. Don't interfere."
Fury's eye narrowed dangerously. "…And where the hell do you think you're going?"
Ritsuka met his glare without flinching. "You're breaking the deal, Fury. Remember? Hydra's destruction is supposed to be your top priority. This… isn't your fight."
The Director clenched his jaw, silent for a long moment. Finally, with a sharp exhale, he growled, "Fine."
"Thanks," Ritsuka said smoothly, before adding, "Oh—and make sure to buy me an apartment in New York. Send our new identity details to Coulson. And call Hakuno when it's ready. Also, I want all company data. Every stock report, every insider connection. I plan to invest, it's very important to me don't forget okay!!."
The entire room went dead silent.
Fury just stared, utterly dumbfounded. "You… motherf—"
Hakuno and Castoria quickly covered their mouths, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Da Vinci's grin was far less restrained.
Ritsuka ignored the looks. With a wave of his hand, the ground beneath him darkened. From the shadows, an enormous twelve-wheeled armored vehicle rose—towering even over Bumblebee. Its obsidian plating gleamed with impossible craftsmanship: the Shadow Border.
Even Bumblebee's optics widened. "Daaaamn. That's bigger than me."
"Let's go," Ritsuka said calmly. "We can talk inside." He gave Fury a short nod. "Bye, Director. Coulson."
Hakuno waved cheerfully. "Bye-bye!"
The group climbed aboard, and with a low rumble, the Shadow Border's surface shimmered. In the blink of an eye, the massive vehicle vanished into nothingness—leaving only silence behind.
Fury stood frozen in place, his one good eye wide. "…That motherf— just rode off in a goddamn tank from the future."
Coulson, after a long pause, murmured quietly, "…At least he said goodbye, sir."
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Nick Fury POV
Ritsuka Fujimaru was a strange man, I mean everyone in his group. But hell, so was I.
The difference between us? The universe had handed us different decks. His cards were blood-soaked, otherworldly, the kind of crap even a Director of SHIELD doesn't put in classified files. And yet… he knew more than I did. Especially about Hydra.
Every spy instinct in my body told me not to believe him. But every human instinct screamed otherwise. Him, and his crew—they weren't lying.
If Hydra really was inside SHIELD, then it explained everything. Every blind spot, every leak, every op that went sideways. They weren't just hiding from us. They were us.
And then there was the other bullshit—the kid dragging in a talking metal robot, some cosmic cube birthing baby machines, and Ritsuka's story about another damn world. Scary as hell. Too scary. Just thinking about it made me feel like my blood pressure was about to end me. So I wasn't gonna. My peace of mind would die if I thought too much on that cosmic nonsense. Let the kid carry that weight.
At least for now, I had someone who hated Hydra even more than SHIELD should. And that? That was useful.
"Sir, what should we report on Texas and the mutants incident? We need to cover Ritsuka's group from Hydra spies," Coulson asked, always the good soldier.
I nodded. "Coulson… write my gut was wrong about Texas. Whoever hit that base? Either they're dead or they're ghosts. Simple as that."
"I see," Coulson muttered. "And the data team?"
I shook my head. "Tell 'em it'll take time. We burned through half their servers just trying to touch the hardware. But we'll get something soon."
"Understood," Coulson said, crisp as ever.
I leaned back, eye heavy. "And Coulson—keep an eye on them. Always. They may be human, but that don't make 'em safe. Wary's the word."
"As you wish, sir," he replied before leaving.
That's when my phone buzzed. I checked the caller ID and sighed. Great. One motherf— I didn't want to hear from right now.
I answered anyway. "Pierce."
"Fury," Alexander Pierce's smooth voice came through the line. "I heard you had a rough time during your latest investigation."
I let out a dry laugh. "Rough? Shit, Pierce, rough is when your coffee machine breaks. This? This was like finding out Santa Claus moonlights as a serial killer."
Pierce chuckled politely, the kind of laugh that carried no humor. "Always the dramatist, Nick."
"You don't know the half of it," I muttered, glancing at the empty spot where that giant twelve-wheeled monstrosity...Ritsuka's ride...had disappeared into thin air.
Bee's chatterbox voice still rang in my ears 'BADASSATRON, baby!'
Motherf— My life had officially turned into a bad Saturday morning cartoon.
But I wasn't laughing. Not at all.
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Note: Just to say it again, Ritsuka will never turn into an edgy MC who loses everyone he loves. I'm not wasting all my hard work just to go down that route. This story is heading toward a happy ending, for everyone.
A little clarification for everyone.
About Hakuno Mobile Originally, he was part of Hakuno's magical energy. He gained life through the AllSpark and now uses Hakuno's mana to keep going.
Also Bee doesn't need any extra energy since he already has the AllSpark inside him. The catch? He can't tap into its full power or abilities. Think of it like Thor's hammer....he's worthy of it, but it doesn't just hand over everything because bee isn't suited for that role. Still, it gave him a serious power boost, like a Transformer super soldier version.