Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

"Why did you do this? Why?!" Natasha's voice was trembling with sobs, and she was on the verge of emotional collapse.

"The evil Professor X has just taken control of me..."

Gray's eyes reddened, his face filled with self-reproach: "It's all my fault! I shouldn't have trusted that devil, Professor. Right now, I wish I could kill myself to atone for my sins!"

"...Alright, stop pretending." Natasha took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

The incident has already happened, so pursuing accountability is not very meaningful, since it is difficult to bring the perpetrator to justice.

"This can't be kept secret any longer. I have to contact Director Fury immediately." Natasha rubbed her throbbing temples, feeling a splitting headache.

Whenever she harbored a fantasy and thought that Gray had some redeeming qualities, he always managed to shatter that fantasy in various ways.

"Don't worry, I have a proper way to handle this."

Gray pushed Raven, who was rolling his eyes, in front of Natasha and said earnestly, "Natasha, think about it carefully. The situation outside is already very tense. Once the news of the president being assassinated by Professor X gets out, the human side will definitely be even more hostile to mutants."

Personally, I think it would be better to have Raven temporarily assume the presidency, and then we can discuss the matter more comprehensively once the situation has stabilized.

"You'd better put away such dangerous ideas."

Natasha's sharp eyes saw through Gray's despicable thoughts at a glance.

"Mystique's abilities are unique, and she might be able to deceive everyone for a short time, but nobody's a fool. Putting aside weekly checkups, how can she avoid being tested with special equipment? Besides, there are individual differences in behavior..."

"Natasha, you're overcomplicating things."

Before Natasha could finish speaking, Gray chuckled and looked at the plush toy hiding in the corner, saying, "With Emma's help, I believe no one in the world can see through Raven's disguise."

The plush doll suddenly nodded: "I have copied his memories."

Natasha was startled: "Wardfa! There's someone in there?"

"Hi, hello..." Emma waved weakly.

"Psychic, Mystique, well, well, you planned this all along!" Natasha composed herself, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Emma and Grey. "But didn't you think about the consequences of being exposed? Everyone will be in danger, and the whole world will be in chaos."

Gray shrugged dismissively. "Don't worry, as long as our family works together, the world will surely remain at peace forever."

"Who said we're family? Don't try to get close to me!" Natasha's brows furrowed, her mind in turmoil.

Reason screamed alarm bells, urging her to report the matter to Nick Fury immediately, while emotion desperately pulled her back, reminding her that she shouldn't betray Gray.

"Damn it, why did they have to drag me into this? I'd rather know nothing!" Natasha thought and thought, becoming more and more conflicted.

Gray frankly admitted, "Without S.H.I.E.L.D. agents providing cover, it's a bit hard to believe that just a few of us could rescue the president."

"Fuck you!"

Natasha immediately went berserk, baring her teeth as if she wanted to bite him to death.

But since things had come to this, she could only keep comforting herself that Gray was just being willful for a moment and that he would vacate the presidency once he was done having fun.

Ultimately, Natasha had no choice but to relay the news that the president had been rescued back to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Soon after, a group of bodyguards directly under the President's Office arrived at the White House. They were all cold and alert, with invisible earpieces in their ears, like silent statues.

The leading man first had a brief exchange with Natasha before respectfully escorting the "president" to the safe house.

Accompanied by Emma, ​​Raven skillfully maintained the president's authority, and before leaving, he made sure to hold the "national hero's" hand tightly, expressing his gratitude repeatedly.

The hero didn't stand on ceremony, putting his arm around the president's shoulder and signaling Venom, who had followed, to take a picture quickly.

"This one's good; it could be used as tomorrow's headline cover."

"And this one, a photo of Spider Woman holding me while I'm unconscious, silently gazing at another mysterious girl, would be perfect for a tabloid story."

"As for this one... Damn, how come it's my portrait? Are you crazy?!" Gray looked at Venom with disbelief, wondering if it had lost its mind.

"Putting everything else aside, just the sheer imposing presence of this pillar is enough to make it a shame not to capture it on camera," Venom honestly stated.

"you……"

Gray frowned and stared at it for a long time, then nodded: "Not bad."

Venom received a positive reply and fell silent, pondering an opportunity to upload the photos online, aiming to shatter the current traditional order and penetrate a higher level of thought with overwhelming force.

"Grey, I need you to come back to S.H.I.E.L.D. with me."

Natasha seemed worried about being rejected, and reluctantly stood on tiptoe to show off her side profile, adding, "No one's home tonight."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's get this done!" Upon hearing this, Gray instantly forgot all the messy business at hand, picked up Natasha, and soared into the sky.

In less than three seconds, it smashed the windshield of the aircraft carrier with a loud bang, and stormed into the strategic command center with a gust of wind.

"Chief Fury, I heard you were looking for me?"

"OMG Fuck!"

Director Fury, who was calmly sipping his coffee, was unexpectedly swept away by the gust of wind and flew out of control, crashing heavily into the bulkhead.

When he struggled to his feet, his head was bleeding profusely and his face was covered in shards of glass.

"Let's talk in the conference room." With that, Director Fury turned and left, covering his face.

At that moment, he finally understood why Natasha lost control of her emotions whenever Homelander was mentioned; it had nothing to do with professionalism.

I just couldn't resist!

"Well done..." Natasha thought to herself with secret satisfaction.

In the conference room, Tony Stark sat with his hands supporting his chin, looking serious, seemingly deep in thought.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Chief Fury, his face covered in bandages, walked in with a gloomy look in his eyes.

Behind her followed Natasha, who was snickering, and Homelander, who was drooling over Natasha's shapely buttocks.

"Tony, this is Nephasus Gray, a newly recruited Avenger. I probably don't need to introduce him further." Director Fury's tone wasn't very friendly.

Tony looked up, sized Gray up and down, and nodded. "Nice to meet you. It seems our new member is a very unique young man."

The famous Iron Man appeared before him, and Gray, forgetting even Natasha, hurriedly ran over to greet him:

"Mr. Stark, I'm your idol!" After saying that, he grabbed Tony's hand and held on tightly.

"Uh, what did you say?"

Tony shook his head in confusion, clearly seeing such enthusiastic fans for the first time.

"I got excited and misspoke."

After working on it for a while, Gray frowned and asked, "Why can't I untangle this?"

"...Fingerprint and voice recognition are required."

Tony peered at Nick Fury, his eyes wide, as if demanding an explanation.

The moment they finished greeting each other, they robbed the Iron Man suit right in front of me. That's outrageous.