"Dad, I'm fine. Can I see what's going on?"
"Be good, Gwen. This scene's a bit grueso. Better if you don't look. I've already called for backup—the police should be here soon. We'll be safe."
No matter the ti of day, the Arican police always seem to arrive last. When the sound of sirens finally echoed in the distance, it was clear that traffic had delayed their response. You could imagine how pissed George's superiors would be about the delay.
"Chief, are you okay? We rushed here as fast as we could once we got your call, but Manhattan traffic during rush hour is brutal..."
"Save it. You dared show up late after my request for backup? I don't want to hear another excuse. My daughter almost—"
George didn't even finish his sentence before the silence took over. The other officers knew exactly how much he loved his daughter. Any more explanations would only make things worse.
"Get this body out of here. I don't want Gwen seeing it."
Only then did everyone notice that George had used his coat to cover Gwen almost entirely, shielding her from the grueso sight of the dead man.
The drug addict's death was horrific. Though the front of his body seed intact, the back of his head was a ss—a gaping hole where the spine t the brain stem, blown open by the shot.
"Soone like this... a junkie... feeling guilty?" one officer muttered, doubtful. "He had the balls to hold a little girl hostage, then just offed himself? Doesn't add up."
George's expression was grim. "No. He didn't commit suicide."
The officers fell quiet again.
"You might not believe it, but Gwen and I were saved by soone else."
George looked off into the distance, recalling the events.
"There was a young man nearby—looked like a teenager—and two girls. The mont those girls locked eyes on the addict... he just pulled the trigger. It was like they did sothing to him."
George was still trying to process what happened, grateful yet uneasy.
"Chief... was it a mutant?" one of the officers finally asked. "Only mutants can pull off sothing like that, right?"
That brought George back to reality. His mind cleared slightly.
It was possible.
The timing. The look in those girls' eyes. The way the addict just... crumbled.
It all made too much sense.
"Well, we'll ID the body easily enough. He's probably got a record. Pull DNA, run it through the system. And don't forget—secure the scene," George instructed.
"I'm taking Gwen ho. You guys take care of the rest."
He was completely drained. First the Uchiha Agency's attack on the Viper Gang, now this. His daughter nearly lost her life. And on top of it all, he might have just had a run-in with mutants.
Physically and ntally, George Stacy was wrecked.
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They finally made it ho.
"We're ho, Gwen. You and Mom stay inside. I've got to head to the station and finish the paperwork."
"Okay, Dad. Can I ask... what happened to that gangster?"
"Don't worry. He's dead. He won't bother you ever again." George gently touched Gwen's forehead. She'd been through a lot today, but there was no ti to rest.
"Dad," Gwen continued, "one of the girls who helped ... her eyes turned red when she looked at . Do you think she had powers?"
Despite everything, Gwen seed more curious than scared.
George hesitated. His head was still spinning from the day's events.
"I'm sorry, Gwen. I didn't notice. But if they're mutants... that could be dangerous. Just stay ho with your mother, okay?"
He didn't have the energy to think about it more. The matter was far from over, and he still had a job to do.
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Back at the police station, things were in full swing. The lights were still on despite the late hour.
"Do we have the autopsy report yet?" George asked, walking into the room.
"Just got it." An officer handed it over.
Jeremy eks, Florida native. 29 years old. Seven prior offenses, all drug-related. Forr gang mber. Multiple arrests for drug abuse and assault. Forced into rehab several tis. Divorced. Orphan. Suspected of robbery, drug trafficking, and molestation of minors.
George read the summary, eyes narrowing. As expected, eks was pure scum—a parasite.
He turned the page and looked at the autopsy findings.
As he suspected, eks had been high out of his mind before the gunshot to the head. No other wounds or trauma found.
"So... what do we put in the official report?" an officer asked, hesitant. "Do we list it as suicide? Or do we ntion... possible outside influence? If we call it suspected coercion, it might stir up a storm."
George took a deep breath.
"Yeah... I figured the lab wouldn't touch the 'mutant' angle."
"They don't have the tools for it, Chief," the officer replied. "To them, it's a clean suicide. And honestly, it is easier to just write it that way. This guy was trash. No sympathy for him. Why complicate things?"
George leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temple.
Today, his daughter had been saved because soone—possibly mutants—stepped in. That fact gnawed at him. It was unsettling, yet at the sa ti... he felt indebted.
"Fine," he finally said. "Mark it as suicide. Clean and simple. But double-check—see if he has any family or relatives. I don't want any loose ends."
"Got it, Chief. I'll take care of it."
The officer left.
George sat alone in his office, exhausted. His thoughts drifted again to the strangers who had appeared out of nowhere. If they hadn't intervened...
He didn't want to think about it.
They didn't have to help. They could've walked away. But they didn't. If they really were mutants, then they were the kind this city desperately needed.
The irony wasn't lost on him. People feared mutants. But tonight, one had saved his daughter's life.
"Who the hell are you people..." he muttered under his breath.
Little did George know—today's lucky break had nothing to do with fate or justice.
It was all a coincidence—one that happened because of a boy nad Su Xiuyu
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"Xiu Yu, we're really staying in New York long-term, huh?"
The sunset from the top of the Empire State Building was breathtaking, a view Su Xiu Yu never got to enjoy in his previous life. Back then, he was just a regular guy hustling to survive—there was no ti to waste on sunsets.
Too bad the food at the rooftop restaurant didn't match the view. Bland and underwhelming.
"Yeah," Xiu Yu replied. "Most of the major events in the universe are gonna happen right here. Plus, while we're dealing with Earth, the exploration of space is moving along. Carol's gone, but the Skrulls are cooperative. We protect them, and in return, they help with logistics and train our spacecraft pilots. They're even open to sharing so of their tech—along with so Kree stuff too."
"In other words, we've got a lot to digest quickly. Mito, Chisato—you two are adjusting well to modern society, right?"
Uzumaki Mito and Uchiha Chisato both nodded. They'd already blended in. Mito had traveled to several modern worlds, and Chisato had lived in Xiu Yu's previous real-world life for years.
"It's not that we aren't used to it," Chisato said, stretching her arms behind her head. "It's just... kinda boring."
Xiu Yu chuckled. He felt the sa. Ever since Carol left, there hadn't been much to do. The Uchiha Agency was running smoothly, with Uzumaki and Uchiha mbers managing affairs. He didn't need to micromanage. The boredom got so bad they ended up sparring with New York's gangs just to pass the ti.
But let's be real—no gang stood a chance. Even low-level Genin could wipe the floor with them. And the people Su Xiu Yu brought over weren't just random ninjas—they were the best of the best, gifted in both strength and talent. In a world like this, where superpowers weren't common knowledge, a single Jonin could dominate New York without breaking a sweat.
"How's everyone doing with the Kamar-Taj spells?" Xiu Yu asked, recalling the teachings of the Ancient One.
"They're progressing fast," Mito answered. "Most of them can open portals using the Sling Rings already. They're clan elites, after all."
She was right. In the ninja world, space-related jutsu were incredibly rare. Before Obito, only the Flying Thunder God Technique from Tobirama was recognized as true high-level space-ti jutsu.
Sure, summoning techniques technically counted, but they were mostly used as support or ergency escape thods—not practical for combat. Reverse summons were even rarer.
Kamar-Taj's space magic, on the other hand, was abundant and had low entry barriers. And with elites from the Uchiha and Uzumaki clans studying them, learning was practically effortless.
"Keep those spells confidential," Xiu Yu said firmly. "Even if I go back to the ninja world, I don't want those techniques leaking. They'd cause too much chaos."
Xiu Yu had already mastered the portals of Kamar-Taj, Tobirama's Flying Thunder God, and the natural space-ti abilities from his Otsutsuki bloodline. Combined, he could move through space like it was second nature—like the Ancient One herself.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell echoed through the building.
Since the Uchiha Agency was founded, visitors had been rare. They weren't locals and had no friends or family here.
"Master Xiu Yu," Uzumaki Hisashi said, poking his head in. "Soone's here with a mission request."
Mission request?
In the Naruto world, ninjas made their living by completing missions—but Xiu Yu always found that system inefficient. Back when he watched Naruto, he couldn't understand why ninjas, with all their power, were basically freelancers.
Hashirama could grow trees with ease. Why not study it further and start mass rice production? And Tobirama was a genius innovator—he could've developed that into real tech. Hashirama could've been the Yuan Longping of the ninja world! With food secured, the Fire Country could've strengthened its foundations and changed the future of Konoha.
But no—they were too caught up in ideals and the weird political dance with the daimyo. Not that Xiu Yu wanted to reform the whole world. He wasn't that kind of idealist. But if another ninja war broke out, he wouldn't hesitate to end it himself.
The Uchiha Agency was just a way to help his clansn adapt to this world. At its core, ninja life was still military life: complete missions, build strength.
"This better not be another lost cat job," Xiu Yu muttered, rembering a previous request.
So locals had asked them to find pets. Seriously? They were elite shinobi, not rookie Genin. No one wanted to waste their ti chasing cats.
"Don't worry, Lord Xiu Yu," Hisaishi assured him. "This ti, it's soone from the governnt."
When the guest stepped in, it was none other than Phil Coulson.
"Mr. Su, long ti no see," Coulson greeted, ever the polite professional.
Xiu Yu sighed. "Let guess—Fury sent you?"
He wasn't exactly thrilled. The last ti he interacted with Nick Fury, it was through a wooden clone. He didn't think much of the guy.
Fury reminded him of Batman—paranoid, always scheming. But at least Batman had the ability to back it up. Fury? He wanted to control the Avengers, even though he had no real leverage. Hell, he didn't even notice Hydra infiltrating right under his nose.
"Let guess," Xiu Yu said dryly. "You're here to ask for help. Spit it out."
Coulson didn't flinch at the cold reception. In fact, he smiled—like a man who had mastered the ancient art of smile and survive.
"Yes, we do have a matter we'd like you to look into. The director suggested it."
Xiu Yu raised an eyebrow. "You an Nick Fury."
"Correct," Coulson replied. "And yes, the mission would be compensated in line with your firm's terms."
"Alright," Xiu Yu said, sitting back. "Tell what this commission is. I'll decide if we're taking it or not. If it's not worth our ti, we'll pass."
Coulson kept that pleasant smile on his face. "Of course, Mr. Su. We understand completely. We're only coming to you because we're out of options."
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