Mysteries On Marvel

[New Fanfic!! ]

"Between sending home a grimy, sweaty man or a gorgeous woman, of course I'd prefer the latter. But if I were you, Tony, I'd be more concerned right now about how to explain everything to Aunt Pepper instead of worrying about hitching a ride in my car."

As Eren spoke, he pointed to an area over a hundred meters away.

In that direction, a large, broad-shouldered Happy was forcing his way through the crowd, Pepper following close behind, and they were both rushing toward them.

"Happy, Pepper… When did they get here?"

Sweeping his gaze through the throngs of people, Tony quickly spotted Happy and Pepper. He sounded a bit surprised.

Seeing them, Eren didn't bother replying. He started the car, and with the roar of the Aston Martin's engine, drove away from the rapidly growing crowd.

Tony was like a living beacon, impossible to ignore. If Eren hadn't used his mental force field to slightly distort the crowd's thoughts, even that brief moment would have given the onlookers—and the reporters following Tony—enough time to swarm this secluded corner and bury his car completely.

Though extremely powerful, maintaining his mental force field drained Eren's energy. Fresh off a large-scale battle that had consumed much of his inner strength, he wasn't about to exhaust himself further on Tony's account.

Of course, the real reason was that Eren would rather avoid Aunt Pepper's inevitable lecture. So, he left Tony behind to bear the brunt of Pepper's questions.

"Hey—hey!"

Caught off guard when Eren sped off, Tony stared at his retreating car window where Eren had waved goodbye, his mouth twitching a couple of times.

"That guy… running off the moment a pretty face is involved…"

Before Tony could finish grumbling, the mental force field masking him vanished. Almost immediately, a mob of ravenous reporters—cameras in hand—raced toward Tony. Startled, he took an involuntary step back.

Within moments, Tony was swamped by reporters, their microphones practically in his face, bombarding him with a barrage of questions:

"Tony, I'm from the City Evening News. What are your thoughts on tonight's disaster in Harlem?"

"Tony, witnesses saw you on a rooftop in Harlem talking briefly with the person who summoned the six-winged angel. What did you two talk about, and was that radiant figure human, or some form of deity?"

"Tony, you were the first hero on the scene. Do you know anything about the origins of the two monsters that appeared initially, or the identity of the demon that emerged later?"

"Some say those two monsters were the result of military experiments. Is that true?"

"…"

Not far away, Pepper saw the chaos and immediately shouted to Happy, "Happy, Tony needs help! We have to hurry!"

Already red-faced from wrestling with the crowd, Happy sucked in a deep breath and said, "Got it!"

Meanwhile, Eren had no idea about the mess Tony was facing, having already driven out of Harlem. As the traffic gradually thinned, Natasha turned to Eren and asked, "Our little fortune-teller—did you see something beforehand? Is that why you showed up in Harlem right when everything went down?"

"No. I drove here from Chinatown after seeing it on the news," Eren replied, shaking his head. "That said, I did catch glimpses of it in one of my earlier divinations. In fact, several gifted mediums sensed something bad was coming before it happened.

Fortunately, tonight turned out better than most of us predicted. Someone managed to summon a six-winged angel that ended the disaster. In our vision, this whole city was destroyed by that cultist who transformed into an insect-like demon…"

Natasha's lively eyes flickered with doubt as she studied Eren.

Could he really have foretold this catastrophe? And there are other mediums who predicted it, too?

She had encountered her share of frauds posing as psychics in her line of work, but she'd also heard from some colleagues that a few true mediums indeed had mysterious abilities beyond normal understanding.

Though she'd never put much stock in such tales before, tonight made her think it might be worth asking Nick for help in enlisting a few real seers.

If more supernatural disasters like what happened in Harlem occurred, the authorities might tear their agency to pieces for failing to stop them.

Catching Natasha's skeptical look from the corner of his eye, Eren simply smiled without explaining. He changed the subject. "Speaking of which, how's your colleague Coulson doing? Feels like I haven't seen him in ages."

"Coulson? During that Iron Mongrel incident, he was badly injured by a rocket blast at close range. He barely pulled through thanks to prompt medical attention, but lost half an arm. If Tony hadn't built him a custom prosthetic to thank him for helping Pepper, he'd still be a one-armed man."

Natasha paused, eyes flickering as if remembering something. "A friend and I were planning to visit him at the hospital tonight. If it weren't for what happened in Harlem, we'd already be there. If you don't mind, maybe you could take me the rest of the way. I can introduce you to that poor guy. His hospital is near my place."

Eren glanced at Natasha, sensing she had some sort of motive. "I'll pass on the visit. But, since Coulson did help buy Aunt Pepper a bit of time back then, I can share a little something with you."

"What is it?" Natasha's eyes sharpened at once. "Another prophecy? Something like the Harlem incident?"

Seeing her tense expression, Eren smiled. "Relax. It's not about a disaster this time—just a list of spies Hydra has planted in your agency."

Upon hearing it wasn't a calamity, Natasha began to relax—then froze as though she'd just heard something even more shocking. Her pupils narrowed.

Taking a deep breath, Natasha asked, "Hydra? Are you sure?"

Truth be told, it didn't surprise Natasha that another agency might have infiltrated theirs. All sorts of groups around the world tried to slip moles into their rivals.

But Hydra—a group that once followed a certain dictator and nearly took over the world—was supposed to be a relic of the past. The fact they were still active and had even embedded agents where she worked was astonishing.

With a quiet snap of his fingers by Natasha's ear, Eren produced a small silver thumb drive as if by magic.

"This holds the names of the Hydra moles inside your organization. Whether it's true or not, you can see for yourself."

Natasha moved to take the drive, but Eren flipped his wrist—and it vanished.

Caught empty-handed, Natasha frowned slightly. "Didn't expect our little seer to be a magician, too. Have you changed your mind about giving it to me?"

"Huh?" Eren looked at her, puzzled. "But I already gave it to you."

Gave it to me?

Before Natasha could protest, her expression shifted. The next second, she unzipped her jacket and looked down.

There, nestled between two soft curves, was that same silver thumb drive, faintly gleaming. Shocked, Natasha pulled it out, realizing it was the very drive that had disappeared from Eren's fingers.

When did he…?

She hadn't noticed a thing, despite her jacket being zipped up. If Eren hadn't pointed it out, she might never have realized there was anything there at all.

Natasha's gaze flicked toward Eren, momentarily tinged with wariness.

If he could plant this on her without her noticing, he could just as easily have slit her throat. This so-called "fortune-teller" was far more dangerous than he let on.

But Natasha was, after all, one of the agency's top agents. Her guarded look vanished almost as soon as it appeared. Instead, she calmly tucked the silver drive back between her chest and asked, half-smiling, "How'd you manage to slip it…there…?"

Eren shrugged with a grin. "Like you said—I might have a talent for magic tricks."

"Magic tricks? I'd say more like a talent for being a little pervert," she teased. With a laugh, she nestled the drive back in place, then leaned close to Eren's ear, her breath brushing his cheek. "So…does your studious girlfriend know you like taking advantage of other women?"

As she spoke, her body pressed forward, creating an eye-catching curve. If Eren just turned his head, he'd be met with a stunning sight. The gentle brush of Natasha's hair against his face sent a faint tingling sensation over his skin.

"…???"

Seeing her drawing closer, Eren simply put his hand on Natasha's face, pushing her back into her seat.

"Don't get the wrong idea. I didn't do anything improper. It was just a simple sleight-of-hand trick—anyone with enough speed and technique could pull it off. Don't you agents learn that sort of skill, too?"

With that, Eren somehow produced a small chocolate candy. Flicking his wrist, he tossed it straight into one of Natasha's jacket pockets with perfect accuracy.

Because Eren slowed down intentionally this time, Natasha was able to "see" what he did. Yet, despite witnessing the process more clearly, the smile on her face never wavered.

After all, the pocket of her jacket was vastly different from the front of her chest, and the two areas had completely different levels of sensitivity. Besides, she'd been zipped up earlier. Could Eren really have tossed the drive in the same way?

Natasha shot him a knowingly amused look, then decided to let it slide. She patted the USB drive still secured at her chest, making sure it was safe.

"I'll take this back to Nick for a thorough investigation," she said. "But aside from the mole problem, I really want to know—is the mysterious figure who summoned the six-winged angel tonight actually you?"

"Me?" Eren looked surprised, returning Natasha's curious stare.

"I wish. But you need serious power for that. A six-winged angel is practically divine. Even in the church, summoning one is extremely rare—maybe once every few centuries. Plus, you'd have to be a devout believer, right? Do I look like one?"

(End of Chapter)

[Check Out My Patreon For +20 Extra Chapters On All My Fanfics!!][[email protected]/zaelum]

[+500 Power Stones = +1 Extra Chapter]

[Thank You For Your Support!]