Shields reaction.

In the heart of SHIELD's Triskelion, agents moved with precision, the hum of high-tech devices and urgent conversations filling the air. Maria Hill, dressed in her signature black bodysuit, strode purposefully through the sleek corridors. Her face was set in a stern expression, a rare frown creasing her brow. She had news—and it wasn't good.

As she approached the top floor, a massive metal door loomed ahead. She stepped up to the touchpad beside it, her fingers flying across the keypad before the device scanned her eye. With a soft hum, the door slid open.

Inside, Director Nick Fury sat with his back to the room, staring out through the large glass wall at the sea beyond. The setting sun cast an orange hue over the water, but Fury's mind was far from peaceful.

The soft click of Hill's boots on the floor made him turn, his one good eye locking onto her immediately. His face was unreadable, as always, but there was a weight behind his gaze that demanded answers.

"Agent Hill," he said, his voice gravelly and low. "What brings you here?"

She stepped forward, stopping a few feet from his desk. "There was an incident in California, near San Diego," she began, her tone clipped and professional. "Three superpowered individuals were involved in a confrontation. Two of them were killed."

Without a word, she handed Fury a file. He took it, flipping through the pages with quick efficiency. As he read, Hill continued.

"The two deceased have been identified as the Wilson brothers. Big-time underworld figures, active in New Mexico until they vanished two years ago. No trace of them—until now. They reappeared with powers and engaged in a fight with another superpowered individual."

Hill turned to the TV on the wall and switched it on, showing grainy footage taken from a phone. The shaky camera captured the moment the Wilson brothers confronted a white-haired man. After a brief exchange, one brother morphed into a monstrous form while the other's hands crackled with electricity.

Fury's gaze narrowed as he watched the white-haired man move. The speed was unnatural, the way he transformed into a beam of light and reappeared next to the larger brother, delivering a powerful strike.

"This is the guy who fought and killed them," Hill explained, her voice steady. "He took them both down."

Fury didn't respond immediately, his focus on the screen, studying the movements and the figure's posture. Something about the man triggered a memory, something buried deep.

"Can you zoom in on his face?" he asked, his tone sharper now.

Hill complied, enhancing the image until the man's face filled the screen. The image was pixelated, but SHIELD's tech quickly cleared it up, revealing the man's sharp features, white hair, and cold expression.

Fury's eye widened slightly as he studied the face. He felt a flicker of recognition, something tugging at the edges of his mind.

"Sir?" Hill asked, noticing his reaction. "Is something wrong?"

Fury didn't answer immediately. He was lost in thought, pieces of a long-buried puzzle snapping into place. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit him.

"Motherfucker!" Fury shouted, slamming his fist on the desk with a force that rattled the items on it.

Hill's eyes widened, taken aback by the rare display of emotion from her boss. "Sir, did you find something?"

Fury spun around, his face a mask of disbelief and anger. "Hill, pull up the file on ex-Agent Max Miller."

Hill, still recovering from the shock of Fury's outburst, quickly tapped on her tablet, uploading the information onto the large monitor. Fury paced in front of the screen as the file loaded.

"Agent Max Miller," Hill read aloud. "Born May 5th, 1981. Outstanding Level 8 agent. Worked alongside agents Hawkeye and Black Widow. Killed six months ago during a top-secret mission investigating a Hydra lab in California. Shot by the Winter Soldier and presumed dead after his body fell into a river."

She paused, glancing at Fury. "But sir, Max Miller is dead. And this man… his hair, his face, they don't match Miller's. Plus, we have legal documents proving his identity."

Fury leaned forward, his hands clasped together in a thoughtful pose, his gaze never leaving the screen. His face was tense, a storm of emotions simmering beneath the surface—frustration, suspicion, and, most of all, determination.

"Documents can be faked, Hill," Fury said, his voice low and dangerous. "You know that as well as I do. But identity… true identity… that's not so easy to fake."

He paused, his eye narrowing as he spoke. "Something isn't adding up here. I want you to investigate the legitimacy of this man's history. Go to his old neighborhood, his school, his high school, whatever it takes. Talk to people who knew Max Miller. I don't care how deep you have to dig—find out if this 'Arata Hajime' really exists, or if he's just a ghost wearing a new face."

Hill nodded, already making mental notes of who to contact and what leads to follow. Without another word, she turned and left the room, the door sliding shut behind her.

Fury remained standing, his gaze fixed on the horizon outside the window. His mind was racing now, connecting dots that had been scattered across the years. The face on the screen had haunted him for a reason.

"Arata Hajime or Max Miller… ally or enemy…" Fury muttered to himself, his fists clenching at his sides. His voice dropped to a whisper, filled with a quiet but fierce resolve.

"It doesn't matter. One way or another… I'm going to find out who the hell you really are."

And with that, he turned back to the window, the setting sun casting long shadows across the room as he prepared for the storm to come.

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A.N: some people were talking shit about how the MCs name was weird or he doesn't look handsome or why give ai to the system.

I don't give fucks, to any of your opinions. You ether read the fic and except how it is or leave and go read another fic which is of your taste. So, yeah that's all.

To be....continued motherfuckers...