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Washington D.C. – 3:43 AM.
A black aircraft sliced through the night, cloaked from every satellite and detection system. Inside, a man long thought dead stared at the glowing screen before him.
Nick Fury.
Eyepatch. Silent. Sharp as ever.
He watched replay footage of Ron's summons disarming nuclear weapons, healing the blind, erasing cartels in under a minute.
"Hell," he muttered. "This kid ain't playing."
Beside him sat Maria Hill, former Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"We've dealt with gods, aliens, even time travelers," she said. "But this? This is something else, Nick. He's not just powerful. He's… systematic."
Fury didn't respond right away.
He finally stood and turned toward the tactical holomap glowing red over Genosha.
"I built S.H.I.E.L.D. to protect the world from the things it didn't understand. Now we've got a kid who understands everything... and isn't asking for permission."
Hill frowned. "So what's the play?"
Fury's expression hardened.
"Infiltration."
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Mission Brief: Black Ops – Operation Phantom Crown
Objective: Penetrate Ron's capital of New Eden, assess the Infinite Legion's command structure, and extract data on Ron's system.
The plan was suicide on paper. But Fury had faced worse.
Or so he thought.
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Genosha – Edge of New Eden
Wearing cloaking suits layered in compressed nanotech, Fury and Hill landed just outside the outer dome—a shimmering wall of golden light surrounding the entire capital.
Hill tapped the scanner. "No known tech reads this. Not vibranium, not Asgardian. It's like it's alive."
Fury drew a blade made of uru, stolen from a forgotten vault.
"Let's find out."
He stabbed it into the barrier.
It didn't even scratch.
Instead, a voice echoed behind them.
"You shouldn't be here."
They turned.
A single woman stood there—calm, beautiful, and barefoot on the grass.
Aria.
Ron's first summon.
Maria raised her pistol. "Stand down!"
But Aria only smiled. "Nick Fury. You're early. The Supreme One expected you… four days ago."
Fury's jaw clenched. "You knew?"
Aria nodded. "We know everything that enters the Supreme's sphere. And yet… he allowed you in."
The barrier shimmered—and opened.
"You may come inside. But be warned. The truth will change you."
Fury gave Hill a look. She nodded. "We go in together."
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Inside New Eden
It was nothing like they expected.
No war machines. No brutality. No military parade.
Instead, there were floating gardens. Families laughing. People being healed by shimmering medics. Children studying advanced sciences. Cities that ran on gravity-defying crystal tech.
This wasn't a dictatorship.
It was utopia.
At the core of it all was Ron's throne, but he wasn't sitting.
He was walking among the people. Smiling. Teaching. Healing.
Even Fury hesitated.
Ron finally approached, dressed in simple black robes, power radiating off him like sunlight.
"Nick Fury. You came."
Fury raised a brow. "You let me in?"
Ron nodded. "Of course. You're not my enemy. You're a man who sees the storm before it hits."
"What do you want?" Fury asked directly.
"I want a world where no orphan watches the people they love betray them. Where power is not hoarded, but shared."
Fury studied him for a long time.
"And what if someone says no?"
Ron didn't flinch. "Then I show them why I'm not asking."
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Later That Night – Fury's Private Journal
> "This kid ain't a tyrant.
He's a visionary.
And that's what makes him so damn dangerous."
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