Marvel Login System (Rewrite)

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

Nick Fury and Maria Hill silently watched the monitor screen in his office.

Although they hadn't been able to breach JARVIS's system, they had achieved something nearly as effective: hacking James Rhodes's phone.

As a major in the Air Force, Rhodes was exposed enough for S.H.I.E.L.D. to bypass his security protocols without much trouble.

The recording of the conversation between Tony and Rhodes was crystal clear.

Fury frowned, concerned.

"This sounds like... a mess made by Tony. But not the Tony Stark I know."

Hill crossed her arms, thoughtful.

"Maybe he realized he was out of options... and just gave up."

"Tony Stark doesn't give up," Fury replied in a deep voice.

"Especially not that easily."

Hill tilted her head slightly.

"When should we make contact?"

Fury waved the idea away.

"Not yet. Let's wait for Agent Romanoff's report."

He fell silent for a moment, staring at the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem hanging on the wall. His eyes seemed to harden with a memory from the past.

"He's Howard's son. That still means something."

Howard Stark. One of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s three founders, and one of the few men who gave everything to bring Captain America into the modern world.

Minutes later, a silent alert pinged through the communicator.

"Sir..." came Natasha Romanoff's voice over the secure channel.

Fury activated the audio.

"Romanoff, you were at Tony Stark's house. How is he?"

Natasha reported with clarity and objectivity.

"The house is in order, but... he seems tired. And resigned. I noticed the palladium poisoning marks on his face have faded slightly. I believe it's because he's avoiding using the suit and has been taking frequent doses of that stabilizing chlorophyll."

She paused before continuing:

"I found an empty glass on the table with traces of the substance. He's trying to stay stable... somehow."

Fury listened in silence, his eyes fixed on some undefined point in the room.

"He's preparing to die," Fury murmured.

"Tonight's dinner may not just be a farewell to Virginia Potts... but to himself."

Hill looked away.

"The Tony Stark we knew would never let anyone be late. The fact that he did..."

Fury finished the thought.

"...means he's already accepted the end."

Even so, his strategist's mind refused to surrender to the idea.

"He rejected S.H.I.E.L.D. in public, declared he's Iron Man, made enemies, drew too much attention... but he's still Tony Stark. Arrogant, impulsive... and unpredictable."

He stood from his chair, his expression hardened.

"Romanoff. It's time we make contact with Tony Stark again."

"Understood..." Natasha replied, ending the call.

Despite agreeing with much of Fury's analysis, something about the atmosphere in Stark's house left her uneasy. It was as if the environment had absorbed a new energy—subtle, invisible, but impossible to ignore.

Natasha Romanoff knew that feeling well. It was the kind of intuition that came without solid evidence, only the certainty that something was off.

And it all pointed to one name: Arthur Morgan.

A public figure, known and respected. A renowned author of works spanning multiple genres.

To the public, Arthur was a mix of modern thinker and eccentric artist.

No one would've guessed, however, that he had become a friend of Tony Stark.

According to the records she'd gathered, the two had met during one of Tony's over-the-top parties.

Since then, Arthur had been a frequent presence in Stark's life.

But what intrigued her most wasn't their closeness.

It was the tea.

She remembered the day perfectly.

Tony had shown up at the office with a thermos in hand, as casual as ever.

After some small talk, he offered everyone what he'd brought: milk tea.

Seeing how praised it was, she took a sip. The taste was incredible, to say the least. It wasn't something you'd find in a regular coffee shop.

Minutes later, she started feeling strange. Her heart raced—not dangerously, but noticeably.

Excusing herself, she went to the bathroom.

There, looking in the mirror, she noticed something impossible to ignore.

Some of her old wounds—and even scars—had vanished.

She touched her skin repeatedly, confused.

Since then, she hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. Milk tea that heals wounds? It wasn't just strange. It was potentially revolutionary... and dangerous.

Fury didn't know. She hadn't reported the incident to S.H.I.E.L.D., and she had no intention of doing so. Not yet.

Arthur Morgan might just be a writer... or maybe not.

Whatever was in that tea, she needed to understand it. And the man behind it too.

Natasha Romanoff now had a new mission in mind—one she would keep to herself.

For now.

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Sunset.

Arthur and Jean returned to the mansion after a long day.

Neither of them was ordinary, and even after hours of walking and shopping, neither showed any signs of fatigue.

Jean, in contrast, looked more energized than ever. Her eyes sparkled, and she spoke with excitement.

"Arthur, you have no idea! This was one of the best days of my life! Shopping is... liberating!"

Arthur raised an eyebrow, amused by Jean's contagious enthusiasm. With a teasing smile, he leaned back in the car seat and asked in that familiar provoking tone:

"Really? Then tell me, Jean... what was the best day of your life?"

Jean turned to face him, surprised by the sudden question, but she didn't take long to answer. Her smile softened, becoming something more intimate. Her eyes locked with his for a moment, and then she said, with a sincerity that made Arthur's heart skip a beat:

"It was the day we met... at that party at Tony Stark's place."

Arthur let out a quiet laugh—the kind that starts with disbelief and ends with a hint of nervousness. He slowly shook his head, still looking at her.

"I'm glad that was your best day. Because it was one of my favorites too."

She nearly stumbled over her shopping bags but smiled like a child on Christmas morning.

"You know what, Arthur? Back at the Institute, I never felt like this. Now I get why people love shopping so much. It's like... therapy with color and texture!"

Arthur laughed, catching a few bags that threatened to topple over.

"I noticed," he said.

"If I hadn't stopped you, you would've bought half the mall."

"Hey! I almost did!"

Just then, Gwen entered from the upper balcony, gracefully descending with her webs.

"Hi!" she greeted with a smile.

"Arthur, Jean... I'm back."

"Gwen!" Jean rushed to her, excited.

"Look, I got this for you!"

She pulled out a bag, showing clothes and accessories she'd picked out with care.

Gwen smiled, surprised.

"Seriously? Thank you! Wow, is that... a dress? And this jacket... you've got great taste!"

The two instantly started comparing their purchases, laughing and chatting like teenage girls in a bedroom.

Arthur watched with a smile on his face.

"Women..." he murmured.

"No matter the universe, they always share that power."

But before he could reach the kitchen, a holographic figure appeared between Jean and Gwen.

It was Ruby, now equipped with facial expressions and a more human-like voice.

She looked directly at Gwen, her expression serious.

[Gwen. I located Peter Parker.]

Gwen immediately froze. The joy on her face gave way to tension.

"Where?"

Ruby projected a live feed of a building.

[He's in the basement of the Freedom Tower. Moving discreetly, probably toward the top floor.]

The image shifted, revealing the Lizard climbing a wall with something strange on his back.

Gwen's heart raced. She set the bags aside, already pulling her mask out.

"I'm going to stop him."

But Arthur stepped in her path with a box in his hands.

"Wait, Gwen."

She looked at him, confused.

"Arthur, what is it?"

He opened the box, revealing what was inside.

"Put this on first..."

Arthur slowly lifted the lid, revealing a neatly folded suit inside.

It was an impressive uniform—modern yet iconic. The main body was predominantly white, with black sleeves and legs that created a striking and dynamic contrast. A hot pink web pattern accented the inside of the hood and shoulders, bringing the design to life.

A vibrant pink spider symbol stretched across the chest, its legs extending to the shoulders and abdomen, forming symmetrical lines that accentuated her silhouette. The mask's eyes were large, elongated, and glowing yellow, outlined in intense pink, conveying a confident and alert expression.

"This suit..." Gwen murmured, surprised as she touched the fabric—it was light and firm at the same time.

Arthur nodded.

"Impact-resistant fiber with micro-layers of thermal insulation and adaptive elasticity. Enhanced protection without sacrificing mobility. And the hood... I thought it suited you, considering your previous suit."

"I also asked Ruby to add resistance to corrosive toxins or poisons—based on your first fight with the Lizard."

Gwen held up the suit, captivated. The aesthetic was bold, youthful, and functional—a true visual evolution of the heroine she was becoming.

"You made this for me?"

Arthur gave a slight smile.

"Of course. I take care of you guys, remember?"

She took a deep breath, moved on the inside but trying to stay composed.

"All right then. Let's end this."

Jean, watching from the side, stepped forward and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Be careful. And... bring your friend back, if you can."

Gwen nodded, determined. She was already halfway dressed as she headed to the balcony.

Arthur followed her with his eyes.

"Ruby, keep constant tracking. Maximum alert. If anything goes wrong..."

[I'll notify you,] Ruby replied firmly.

[Good luck, Gwen.]

With one last look at Jean and Arthur, Gwen pulled the mask over her face.

"I'm bringing him back," Gwen said, then leapt from the balcony, vanishing into the night like a silver streak.

Arthur stood still for a few seconds, until the sound of her webs faded into the wind.

Jean slowly approached him.

"Are you worried about her?"

Arthur crossed his arms.

"No. She can take care of herself just fine. But her friend worries me—based on their last fight, Peter Parker had grown much stronger than before."

Jean looked at Ruby's holographic projection, where the Lizard crawled up the wall like a predator.

"He's carrying something..."

Arthur narrowed his eyes.

"A device. Probably part of the Lizard's dispersion plan. If he activates it…"

Jean's face turned serious.

"The whole city could be at risk."

Arthur took a deep breath.

"Then we'd better be ready. Because if Gwen fails…"

He looked at Ruby.

"…we'll have to step in."

Ruby nodded, a red glow in her eyes.

"And when that happens... there will be no turning back."

(End of chapter)

Give me some power stones there you go~😉

It's so good to be back... So much going on has destroyed my personal schedule hehehe