My Name Is…

From now on, it will be one chapter per day, but as an incentive, here are the goals for extra chapters beyond the daily ones: 

Top 1 - 4 extra chapters.

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Reward Achieved(3/3): Top 5 - 3 extra chapters

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While Carol became the new Mother Nature with the seed, I was planning my harem.

"Helen Cho and Maya Hansen?" Pepper looked at me surprised.

"Well, they're brilliant and have good hearts. I want them to work for me." I said, shrugging. 

I'm not sure about dating them, but I want them to work for me. They've just graduated from high school, but they already have an excellent research resume. 

I want to invest, after all, I don't use my money right.

"Okay. I'll arrange it," Pepper said and left, not too concerned.

"Jarvis, how is Melina's family doing?" I asked.

After I ordered Jarvis to capture and kill Dreykov, I undid the brainwashing of all the trained widows.

The younger girls who were captured to be trained were placed in private Stark Industries orphanages since their families sold them, and I didn't want them to return there.

As for the trained ones, I gave them choices. They could choose to become normal people, and I would support them until they settled down, or they could continue to be widows for me.

A few chose the first option, but not long after, they came back to me, unable to adapt to normal life even with my help.

I welcomed them all and applied the same process I used with the Iron Brotherhood. They received Extremis that ensured their loyalty to me.

But for the widows, unlike the Iron Brotherhood, which had over 70,000 members at this point, they had just over 500 widows in their ranks, so I decided to apply the super-soldier serum to them as well, in addition to Extremis.

And man, they were deadly.

But at the end of the day, I realized I didn't need spies, so I simply told them they could do whatever they wanted, as long as it wasn't bad, and I gave them options, like joining SHIELD or joining the Iron Brotherhood, which was a force over me.

Ah, one more thing. The vast majority of them wanted to be my woman, but I refused. It was too much work to make so many women happy. I even refused to have sex with them without commitment, even though I had a very high sex drive. I didn't like sharing my bed with women I didn't love.

Well, my refusal to do that with the widows made Pepper and Carol very happy. They felt more secure being with me and saw that I wasn't a guy who played around.

Anyway, I thought so much that I didn't hear Jarvis' response.

"Sorry, friend, I got lost in thought. Could you repeat it? How is Melina's family?" I asked again.

[Sir, after you put Melina to work for you and let the fake spy family composed of Alexi Shostakov, Melina Vostokoff, Natasha Romanoff, and Yelena Belova continue, they have been happy. Melina and Alexi train the girls but take care of them as if they were their real daughters. It's a strange but happy family.] Jarvis replied with a hint of joy in his tone.

"Well, I also find them cute together." I said and smiled.

I looked at the time, and it was still 8 in the morning. Pepper just left, and she won't be having lunch at home today.

Well, I can go meet a certain bald woman.

Leaving the front door, a car was already heading to the door to pick me up.

The nanobots that made up my pajamas transformed into an elegant black suit as I got into the car.

"Take me to 177A Bleecker Street." I said with a smile as my seat reclined, and I took a nap.

...

[We've arrived, sir.] Jarvis' voice woke me up.

Rubbing my eyes, I got out of the car and stretched.

Stopping my stretch, I walked up to the wooden door and knocked.

In the same second, the door opened, and an old man I didn't recognize appeared.

"The Ancient One was waiting for you." He said and entered.

"And I was waiting for her to wait for me." I said with a mischievous smile and entered without much care.

I arrived in a hall with some people, but in the same instant, everyone stood up and left only a bald woman standing, making tea.

The wind blew, shook her cloak, and brought a certain mysterious presence to her.

"I have lived for over a thousand years." The woman said as she brought a tea cup and handed it to me.

"In those thousand years, I carried a burden that few could." She said, not caring. As if she were talking about someone else, and continued.

"I thought it would be like this. Carrying a burden that no one knew about. Saving this world thousands of times. And one day, dying at the hands of those I taught and protected." she said with a smile while pointing her hand for me to sit, which I did.

"I saw my future countless times, and it always ended at that same point. No matter what I did, it was that same death and that same state, where I was understood by only one person, and guilty to all the others." she said, taking a sip of tea.

She then raised her head and looked at me, "But 19 years ago, something changed. The future of this universe changed. My future... changed," she said with a serious face.

"At that moment, I didn't know what to think. I saw a future that was beyond that point. And it wasn't a future of doom or death. It was a beautiful future, a complicated but fun and beautiful life. Something I never thought I could have. And it was all because of you." She said and looked at me in a complicated way but with a smile on her face.

Well, I predicted many possibilities, and this was one of them... in fact, this was the one I wanted the most.

I extended my hand and held hers.

"You don't need to say anything else. Your husband is a genius; he understood everything and will take good care of you." I said with a confident smile.

"Ha! If it were 20 years ago, I probably would have fallen out of my chair if I saw this scene." She said, amused, not letting go of my hand; on the contrary, she held my hand tighter.

"So, 19 years ago, did you fall out of your chair?" I teased.

"Maybe," she smiled at me.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"You call me 'wife,' but you don't even know my name?" she asked, amused.

"My name is Yao."