8

In the quiet aftermath of the recent bank robbery involving the orphanage, tranquility had returned, and the incident was swiftly forgotten by the world. In a modest room within Mary's orphanage, a young and handsome boy, now referred to as Shadow, sat attentively. He held an ancient parchment roll, a prized possession seized from Hydra during the heist.

Over the past few days, Shadow had devoted time to deciphering the secrets concealed within the mysterious parchment. However, much to his frustration, the content eluded his understanding. It was apparent that this artifact transcended the Marvel world's known plotlines.

"Perhaps, the answers will reveal themselves in due time," Shadow mused, setting aside the parchment. His focus shifted back to his unique ability – the 'Ultimate Pupil.'

Shadow had invested considerable effort in comprehending the intricacies of the Ultimate Pupil. The power it bestowed allowed him to open pupil rings, each with distinct conditions. For instance, the Geass Eye, his first pupil ring, responded to his emotional changes. Yet, unlocking subsequent rings demanded different criteria, be it amassing lives, currency, or prestige.

Frustratingly, the Ultimate Pupil operated autonomously, akin to a fixed program. It executed its functions when conditions were met, providing Shadow limited control. Still, he was determined to exploit its potential.

As he ruminated on improving the Geass Eye, Shadow recognized its limitations. The current Geass Eye could only influence those with weaker wills. Formidable individuals like Professor Charles X were beyond his control. Determined to enhance its power, Shadow contemplated the leveling up conditions, identical to opening pupil rings.

Undeterred, he envisioned a future where the Geass Eye's command extended even to gods. To achieve this, he needed to amass more emotional changes. Thoughts of Natasha, a significant source of emotional fluctuations, crossed his mind.

"I must strengthen the Geass Eye, and for that, I need more emotional changes. Natasha, where are you? I miss you," Shadow sighed, contemplating the prospect of intensifying his powers.

Little did he know, if Natasha were aware of his thoughts, she would likely distance herself. The mere idea of being manipulated for the enhancement of the Geass Eye would undoubtedly deter her.

"I hope to increase the power of the Geass Eye without taking advantage of others," Shadow muttered, his sincerity shrouded in uncertainty.

Suddenly, a soft tread interrupted his contemplation. Alert, Shadow retreated to a corner, preparing for potential intruders. It was late at night, and the orphanage residents were asleep, heightening the likelihood that the approaching footsteps belonged to outsiders.

The recent bank robbery had drawn attention, with both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the police investigating. However, the appearance of the parchment roll in Shadow's possession made this nocturnal visit peculiar. His suspicions leaned towards Hydra, anticipating their pursuit of the stolen artifact.

"Hail Hydra," Shadow murmured, his eyes gleaming with a cold resolve. Despite the imminent threat, he remained unfazed. If Hydra sought the parchment roll, they would have to negotiate with him.

As the door creaked open, a figure clad in gloves entered. A cold, calculated demeanor marked the stranger. Unfazed, Shadow welcomed the guest, his eyes emanating a faint red glow – a symbol of determination.

"The guest is coming; why don't you come in?" Shadow's calm invitation echoed through the room. The figure advanced, and the atmosphere crackled with the anticipation of an encounter. The room, once a haven of silence, now served as the stage for a clandestine exchange.

The stranger's gloved arm pushed the door open further, revealing a composed, enigmatic figure. Shadow sat poised, ready for the impending interaction. The air thickened with tension as the two forces prepared to collide in this small room within Mary's orphanage.

The stranger spoke not a word, but Shadow sensed the purpose behind this visit. Hydra had come seeking the parchment roll, and the negotiation was about to commence. Shadow's crimson-eyed gaze met the cold stare of the intruder, each silently assessing the other's resolve.

The next moves in this clandestine dance remained uncertain. Shadow, guided by his enigmatic abilities and determination, awaited the unfolding of events that would undoubtedly shape the course of his journey in this mysterious world.