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Chapter 118: Situations
🕑 Added 2025-09-15 10:32:37 +0000 UTCS.H.I.E.L.D. – Observation Room, Classified Facility
“There is something seriously wrong with that boy,” Nick Fury muttered, leaning back in his chair with his eyes glued to the screen. The flickering footage of Gojo in action against Juggernaut and then the brotherhood made him tighten his jaw.
“Normally, most mutants have one… maybe even two mutations in special cases,” he continued, voice low, almost to himself, “that makes them at least Alpha level mutants and at most, Omega . But him… this kid? He’s… a muthafucking amalgamation… I don’t think calling him an omega actually fits anyone.”
Mariah, seated beside him, opened the dossier and placed it on the table. A Holo-screen hovered infront of her and Fury, displaying clips of Gojo’s previous engagements.
“Meta…” Fury muttered, almost under his breath. “…calls himself a meta-human, does he consider himself on a higher echelon compared to the rest of the mutant kind?.” He sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Mariah’s voice broke the silence. “His powers have been showing a notable improvement over the past ten months sir. First, his immense telekinetic powers have increased significantly. Observe.”
The screen switched to footage of
showed Gojo holding back an entire city section, keeping it suspended in midair against Graviton. Another clip showed him when he was fighting against Magneto and how he was using his telekinesis to interfere with the powers of the master of magnetism and recent video of Juggernaut being hurled across a mountainside, the ground beneath leveling in a cloud of dust and debris.
“Improvement indeed,” Fury murmured.
Mariah continued. “Next is his teleportation. We still have no idea what his limitations are from distance, speed, or frequency of his teleportations. All we know is that he can move anywhere, anytime, repeatedly without tiring out.”
Fury smirked faintly, muttering, “Peek-a-boo, muthafucka.”
“And then, his telepathy,” Mariah said, hesitating slightly. “This… makes him exceptionally more dangerous than most other telepaths. He can invade any mind and accordingly to Mr. Starks report he can control mutants. Implant suggestions. Turn them into sleeper agents.”
Fury’s eyes darkened. “According to Tony, this muthafucka can also manipulate anyone even with metal shielding. Juggernaut’s helmet? Didn’t matter. He was able to freeze him for a period of time.”
Mariah’s screen displayed the projection: Gojo and Juggernaut suspended, silent scream captured perfectly. Fury leaned forward, voice tight.
“He’s also exhibiting a higher level of energy manipulation compared to his previous battles,” she continued, pulling up clips where Gojo unleashed Blue and Red on Juggernaut. “According to the report the orbs are called Blue and Red. Blue draws in as a form of a singularity and Red repels. Using his telekinesis in tandem with spatial manipulation, he’s capable of annihilating almost anything.”
Fury’s gaze didn’t waver. “Deadly enough to make gods rethink their day I’d imagine.”
Another clip rolled in of a colossal storm of lightning raining down on Juggernaut, shattering a patch of land over ten miles wide. Fury shook his head. “And now he is capable of imitating Zeus, huh? Ironic.”
Mariah added, voice concerned: “With the powers he possesses now… is there any difference between him and a literal god?”
Fury’s lips curled into a grim smile. “Difference? Only that he’s human. And more dangerous for it.”
She pointed out other powers: enhanced vision, heat vision, elemental manipulation, and, most alarming, a form of temporal regression, reversing all damage done to the X-Mansion and Havelstadt.
Mariah finally asked, “What do we do about this… boss?”
Fury exhaled, voice heavy. “How do you mean?”
Gojo wasn’t a secret anymore. “Every world power, every organization with an interest in superhumans has him on their radar already. The World Council will want him.
Fury sighed, “Oh, they ‘will’. And if anyone tries to force him I don’t think it would end well for them… as of now he could kill everyone in the country if he so wish.”
Mariah frowned but knew he was telling the truth. Fury leaned back, one hand on the console. “For now… we do nothing. Let him be. He’s humanity’s weapon now… and all I can do is hope we don’t fuck it up.”
He paused, glancing at the video one last time. “Update his threat level. Put him in the same category as Hulk and Thor. That’s it.”
Mariah nodded. They stood, exiting the room. Fury’s mind lingered on the situation, muttering under his breath, “…Muthafucka…”
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Reed’s Lab, Baxter Building
The lab was bathed in pale blue light. A massive circular frame of steel and exotic alloys dominated the center, conduits feeding into an arched substructure. Holo-displays floated above Reed Richards, dense with equations, energy graphs, and projections.
“If the bridge stabilizer holds at ninety-nine point nine percent resonance, then the conduit should theoretically pierce the interstitial membrane without collapse. A self-sustaining reaction, pulling directly from the vacuum lattice… zero-point extraction. Unlimited energy…” Reed muttered, eyes scanning his formulas.
“The problem isn’t the breach, it’s the containment system. A Negative Zone siphon could give near-infinite power… but unregulated, it could annihilate entire sectors. Harnessing a vacuum fluctuation is like trying to hold a hurricane in a paper cup.”
He sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.
“How’s it going, genius?” Sue’s voice broke the silence.
Reed jumped slightly before relaxing. “Seventy percent functional. Portal ring stabilizers aligned. Curved substructure tuned. I can form a bridge… the issue is keeping it open without destroying everything.”
Sue leaned closer, scanning the schematics. “Containment system? You’re saying you don’t have a regulator?”
“Theoretically, I could build a zero-point capacitor. But the feed is unpredictable. Pull too little and the bridge collapses. Pull too much… cascade across the membrane. Worst case…”
Sue’s eyes widened. “Worst case? Reed… vaporizing a solar system?”
He looked at her, pleading silently. “I know. But I’m not making that mistake. Not me.”
“How are you so sure?” Sue asked skeptically.
Reed’s jaw tightened. “Because if I don’t solve this, someone else will and someone less careful. Victor, for instance.”
Sue shook her head, eyes on the glowing machinery. “Control it? You’re talking about draining an empty universe dry… playing god.”
Their comm buzzed violently. Ben Grimm’s voice rumbled through:
“Reed, Sue quit the chatter. Situation’s hot. Move, now!”
Reed exhaled, weariness in his posture. “Can we… talk later?”
Sue’s icy blue eyes met his. “We definitely are.”
As they left, a shimmer of golden sparks appeared in the corner. A portal rippled open. A man in Kamar-Taj robes stepped through, a floating parchment beside him, runes shifting like living text.
His eyes landed on the machine. A sly smile tugged at his lips. “…This will do nicely.”
The parchment glowed brighter. The portal sealed behind him.
