Marvel Login System (Rewrite)

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

After another exhausting day leading the world's largest intelligence organization, Nick Fury was preparing for something almost mythological in his routine: rest.

As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he enjoyed certain privileges and secrets. One of them was a private room hidden behind a wall in his office. There was no luxury or extravagance, but there was something no one would ever expect to find there.

With a simple tap on his bracelet, the wall slid open in complete silence, revealing the hidden room. Inside was a world completely different from the cold, calculated image Nick projected to the world.

The walls were covered in cat photos—dozens, maybe hundreds. Large cats, orange ones, fluffy ones, in funny poses, sleeping on pillows, or staring at the camera with mysterious expressions. It was practically a shrine for any cat lover.

This was Nicholas Joseph Fury's best-kept secret.

The man who faced aliens, led covert agents on top-secret missions across the globe… was a cat enthusiast.

If the world found out, it would probably burst into laughter—or fall into shock.

No one would ever expect this from the imposing Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury approached one of the photos with an unexpectedly soft gaze. In the bottom corner of the picture was a handwritten note: Goose.

"Ah, Goose…"

But Goose wasn't just a cute cat. That feline had a… peculiar history. It was during a classified mission—and for many, just a legend within S.H.I.E.L.D.—that Fury lost his left eye. He used to joke that he'd been attacked by an alien.

Which, surprisingly, wasn't a lie.

Because the one who took his eye was that cat. An alien cat.

As he got lost in memories, a sudden sound cut through the silence. The office door burst open.

"Director, I have something important to repor—"

"Oh, shit…"

Time seemed to stop.

Maria Hill froze in the doorway, paralyzed. Her eyes went from the wall of cat photos to Fury, then back to the cats. Fury's expression was that of a man caught at his most vulnerable.

She swallowed hard. Her agent instincts kicked in.

Get out. Immediately.

"I'll… come back after knocking."

She closed the door with robotic precision. Fury stood still for a moment, took a deep breath, and pressed the button to close the wall. The mural disappeared, as if it had never existed.

His cold, imposing mask returned to his face. A stone-like expression. Director Nick Fury was back.

Knock, knock.

"You may enter, Agent Hill," Fury said.

"Director, something big just happened," she said as she entered, maintaining her usual composure. She was trying her hardest to pretend nothing had happened.

But when she saw Fury's face, she knew. That cold, heavy gaze wasn't just concern for the news she brought.

It was a silent promise: this had better be serious.

"The leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, Erik Lehnsherr—Magneto—just entered New York City."

Fury stood up immediately, his eyes wide.

For a moment, Hill thought she might've overreacted. But seeing his reaction, she realized the news really was serious.

"Is he alone?" Fury asked grimly.

"He's accompanied by the mutant known as Mystique."

"What's their destination?"

"Apparently, they're heading to the Xavier Institute."

Fury frowned, clearly surprised.

"Weren't he and Charles Xavier sworn enemies?"

"Since the last failed operation, the Brotherhood has been completely silent. They haven't done anything suspicious since."

Fury crossed his arms and stared into space for a moment. Magneto appearing in New York, quietly, heading straight to Xavier's school? That didn't smell right.

"Prepare everything. We're heading there immediately."

"Yes, sir."

Hill turned and quickly left. As she closed the door behind her, she let out a heavy sigh, placed a hand on her chest, and muttered:

"I'm alive."

Hill looked up at the ceiling, sighed once more in relief, then went to carry out Fury's orders.

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Xavier Institute Entrance

The breeze was calm. The silence, almost sacred.

Magneto gazed at the façade of the Institute with nostalgic eyes, like someone revisiting the past.

"After all these years… this place is still the same…" he murmured with a faint smile on his lips.

Beside him, Mystique—disguised as a famous actress thanks to her shapeshifting ability—remained silent. Her eyes scanned everything around them, always alert.

That's when Wolverine appeared.

Logan had sensed Magneto's arrival before even seeing him. That metallic scent, that discomfort in his bones… it was unmistakable.

"What are you doing here?"

"Straight to the point as always, Logan. You break my heart. Aren't we old friends?"

Logan didn't answer. He had no patience for sarcasm. He popped his claws and lunged with a roar to attack Magneto.

Magneto simply raised his hand and made a subtle gesture.

Logan was pulled like a cannonball, slamming into the iron gates of the school with a loud clang.

"If you didn't have adamantium in your body, maybe you'd have some chance of defeating me."

The old game between the two continued. But the result was always the same.

The other X-Men soon appeared.

Jean stepped forward.

"You shouldn't be here, Magneto. Leave now."

"Is this how you welcome a guest? It was Charles himself who invited me. Or is this some kind of trap?"

"The Professor invited you?" said Rogue, surprised.

Doubt hung in the air.

At that moment, Charles Xavier appeared at the top of the front steps in his wheelchair. His serene voice echoed:

"That's enough. I was the one who invited him."

The X-Men looked at each other, stunned.

Jean seemed to understand something as she looked at the situation. Her eyes sparkled with cautious hope. Maybe the Professor was finally considering Arthur's ideas. The plan that could change everything.

Even so, Magneto's presence made it impossible for anyone to lower their guard. He walked with confidence, but there were no welcoming eyes around him.

As he passed Logan, Erik couldn't help but comment, "How haven't you aged after all this time?"

Mystique, in turn, threw a suggestive glance at the old mutant.

Logan looked away, visibly irritated.

Magneto simply smiled and lowered his hand. Logan dropped to the ground with a dull thud.

The tension at Xavier's Institute was palpable. And though he had entered with an invitation from the Professor himself... no one truly believed he was there for just a courtesy visit.

Whatever was coming—it wouldn't be simple.

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(End of chapter)

Give me some power stones there you go~😉

Author's Note:

I want to apologize for not posting anything yesterday—something unexpected came up, and I had to drop everything to deal with it. I won't go into detail, but to put it simply, last week my company opened some job positions, and I was the supervisor in charge of the interviews.

Anyone who's ever gone through a job interview knows how many questions the examiner asks. Anyway, I conducted six interviews that day. As expected, two people got the job. However, yesterday morning, something bizarre happened.

Someone showed up asking why they hadn't received a call confirming they got the job (during the interview, we said we'd call the selected candidates within two days—and six had already passed).

I calmly explained it was because they weren't selected...

My God… you have no idea the chaos that followed.

The person left—and returned minutes later with four other people.

For some reason, they claimed that I, as the interviewer, and the company were homophobic and racist—throwing wild accusations at us for not hiring that person. Long story short, they and their companions are now facing a lawsuit for defamation and false accusations.

My God, it's like I attract this kind of nonsense. This is the fourth time something like this has happened since last year…

Sigh.