Marvel: DNF Invades

The more a person knows, the greater their imagination becomes, and the deeper they think.

The braised egg was undoubtedly the best among them.

If Luke really came from S.H.I.E.L.D., he would ask him what he planned to do on their turf.

If not, even better.

The Apostles had fully demonstrated their power.

More importantly, the Apostle was only seven years old!

Wasn't this highly adaptable super-genius exactly what his Avengers initiative needed?

In fact, when Nick Fury heard that Luke had built a six-meter-tall mecha, he had already decided to meet the boy in person.

A six-meter-high war machine!

With that image in mind, Luke's position in Fury's heart gradually rose to the same level as Iron Man.

Originally, he had hoped Tony Stark would lead the Avengers, but Tony's rebellious nature gave him constant headaches.

Now, it seemed he had another option.

Nick Fury never did things halfway.

He immediately called his adjutant, Ross, and instructed her to make arrangements—he would meet this super-genius child in person.

"Understood, sir," Ross responded, though she glanced at Fury with a slightly odd expression.

"What's wrong?" Fury asked, eyeing her. "Is there a problem, Maria?"

"Oh, nothing."

Hill suppressed a smile. She had looked up the term "braised egg" online earlier, and after comparing it with a certain image, she nearly burst out laughing. However, such racially charged nicknames weren't to be used lightly.

She really didn't understand what Hawkeye was thinking today, spreading such rumors. Now, the entire agency knew about Director Fury's new nickname.

Holding back her amusement, Hill quickly left to make the arrangements.

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After seeing off the three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Luke finally had a moment to calm down and think.

From the time he first encountered Black Widow in Hell's Kitchen to when she tested him in a car chase, to how things had escalated to this point—it had all been a wake-up call.

The reality was that, compared to true top-tier agents like Black Widow, he was still a bit too green.

Even though he considered himself cautious, S.H.I.E.L.D. had still found him so quickly.

He knew where he had slipped up.

But at the end of the day, extraordinary abilities aside, he was still just an otaku who had traveled through time.

He was still himself.

Luke sighed. He wasn't some novel protagonist who suddenly turned into a genius strategist overnight after transmigrating.

"Man, protagonists in novels always have plot armor. People like us, who aren't as lucky, have to rely on awareness and slow growth..."

He felt he had done his best. Growth was a gradual process, after all.

Luke realized this was the fundamental difference between the real world, where flesh and blood existed, and the fantasy of web novels.

"Nick Fury wants to see me?"

When Luke got a call from Black Widow saying that Fury had personally requested a meeting, he wasn't surprised.

Fury couldn't sit still any longer and wanted to see him face to face. Clearly, the guy saw him as a key figure.

"Is he trying to recruit me into the Avengers?" Luke found the thought amusing. "He's overestimating me. Did he forget I'm only seven?"

Luke could already picture Tony Stark's reaction when he found out the kid who sold him burgers was actually that guy.

It would be priceless.

Besides, he had no intention of joining the Avengers.

He clearly remembered how things would unfold for them in the future—constantly under government control, breaking apart, teammates turning on each other. He had no interest in getting involved in all that drama.

Then a sudden thought struck him.

If he had known how much Fury valued him, he should have demanded a ransom first before letting the three agents go…

"Damn! I missed out on 100 million!"

He was in desperate need of cash. The G-0 Warlord was ridiculously expensive. The five million-dollar advance from Big Dog House for the medicine had already been spent, and he wouldn't see the rest of the payment until the deal was finalized.

But it wasn't too late to make up for it.

"Yeah… I need to plan carefully how to extort the braised egg this time…"

Looking at the incomplete yet already imposing G-0 Warlord, Luke knew exactly what he should demand from Fury.

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The meeting took place on a bright, sunny morning.

When the Chevrolet SUV pulled up outside Luke's warehouse, he immediately spotted the gleaming bald head and the unmistakable one-eyed figure.

Nick Fury, clad in his signature black trench coat, stepped out of the vehicle.

Black Widow, Hawkeye, and several unfamiliar S.H.I.E.L.D. agents accompanied him.

Luke stood at the warehouse entrance, his expression unreadable.

Fury stared at Luke as if trying to decipher something from his face.

The two engaged in a silent battle of wits.

Fury didn't waste words and got straight to the point. "What's your connection to SPEAR?"

Luke blinked. "Huh? Spear? What spear?"

SPEAR stood for "Spear of God" and was an acronym similar to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fury was asking about Luke's ties to another clandestine agency.

But Luke had never heard of any SPEAR in Marvel. So naturally, he was baffled.

His understanding of Marvel was mostly from the movies and TV series. To be honest, he was just a casual fan. The films were just that good.

Fury scrutinized Luke's reaction.

Not from SPEAR?

With his experience as the world's top spy, he could tell Luke wasn't faking ignorance—he genuinely had no clue about SPEAR.

Unless, of course, his acting skills were that good.

Super intelligence could be inborn, but top-tier acting skills required life experience.

What kind of experience could a seven-year-old possibly have?

Since Luke wasn't affiliated with SPEAR, things just got a lot easier.

That meant today's goal was simple: recruit him.

However, Luke had his own agenda.

Luke demanded compensation.

On the drive over, Black Widow had warned Fury that Luke was cunning and advised him to be on guard.

Fury was prepared—he wanted to see what angle the kid would play.

"Compensation?" Fury said in a low voice. "Give me a reason."

"You guys came knocking on my door one after another and wasted a ton of my time. My time is very valuable, you know—hundreds of millions of dollars per minute. You wasted my money. Shouldn't you compensate me?"

Luke sounded completely reasonable.

"I'm sorry, but I don't recognize that kind of loss," Fury replied, unmoved.

"Then what about emotional distress? You scared a little kid like me. This lady hit me with her car, that guy shot at me with an arrow, and as for the other lady—well, she's not here today, so I'll let that one slide."

Fury was speechless.

He had thought of multiple ways to approach this conversation. With his years of negotiation experience, persuading a child shouldn't have been an issue.

But he hadn't expected this.

Why did this kid keep trying to extort him?

"I insist that S.H.I.E.L.D. compensate me for emotional distress. Otherwise, I can't say for sure what I might do," Luke said firmly.

"Are you threatening me?" Fury's face darkened.

"Of course not," Luke shrugged.

Fury exhaled. "What do you want?"

Luke finally grinned.

His smile was bright.

"I want Captain America's shield."

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