Gathering the team..?

Clint removed his helmet and took a deep breath before offering his hand to William. The intense, eagle-like stare of the man was so penetrating that it made William feel as though he was being scrutinized in more ways than one. There was an air of mystery about Clint, an unspoken depth that hinted at secrets and experiences far beyond what he revealed. As their hands met, William couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter was just the beginning of something far more significant.

William shook the firm, callused hand of Clint, and the two locked eyes, causing the air to freeze momentarily. Clint's intense, eagle-like stare seemed to pierce through William, scrutinizing him in more ways than one. Finally, Clint opened his mouth to speak, breaking the tension that had settled between them.

"I've been watching you," he began, his tone serious but not threatening. "You've got skills that could be useful to a... special team. It's not something we advertise, and it's not without its risks. But if you're interested in making a real difference, we could use someone like you."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Think about it. This isn't a decision to take lightly. If you're in, meet me at the old warehouse on 5th Street at 1PM. Come alone."

Clint's hand finally left William's as he turned to leave, having completed his mission in a rather straightforward way compared to having Natasha seduce the young man.

Thinking of Natasha made Clint feel kind of bad for the other Parker sibling. "I hope she doesn't hurt the kid too badly..." Clint sighed.

He started his motorcycle and spun to face the opposite direction, leaving in a flourish. The roar of the engine echoed through the empty streets as he sped away, the cool night air whipping past him. Clint's mind raced with thoughts of the mission ahead, the weight of responsibility heavy on his shoulders. He knew that every decision he made could mean the difference between success and failure, life and death.

As he disappeared into the night, the city lights blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, and the shadows seemed to stretch and twist, hiding secrets and dangers around every corner. Clint's resolve hardened; he was ready for whatever lay ahead.

William who was left on the side of the street was deep in thought when he remembered his scouter and put the device on hoping to see Clints Power level if applicable.

[SCOUTER ACTIVATED]

Target Detected: Hawkeye (Human, expert acrobat, military-trained combatant, and master assassin)

Power Level: 350

Remarks:

Exceptionally high precision and combat proficiency. Power level focused on skill rather than raw strength. No significant energy signature detected.

Threat Level: Minimal compared to Saiyan warriors but highly dangerous to untrained combatants.

[SCOUTER DEACTIVATED]

William nodded with affirmation and suddenly had a thought, could he use the scouter on himself?

He scanned through the user interface, his eyes narrowing as he searched for the function labeled "self-scan." Upon finding it, he activated the feature, causing the scouter to emit a brief, radiant glow. The light faded, and the screen displayed the results, revealing the intricate details of his current status.

[SCOUTER ACTIVATED]

Target Detected: Viridian (Teenage Saiyan, No Prior Training)

Base Power Level: 2,500

Transformed Power Level (Moon Activated): 5,000+

Remarks:

No previous physical conditioning or combat training. Saiyan physiology grants latent strength, though poorly harnessed due to lack of workout or technique. Moon-based transformation amplifies power, though still lacks full mastery or stability in this form.

Threat Level: Low to Moderate. Raw potential exists, but considerable training is required to unlock full capabilities.

[SCOUTER DEACTIVATED]

William was actually surprised his base power level was so high but considering his heritage it wasn't so far-fetched after all in the canon the Saiyan's sent their babies out to conquer weaker planets by themselves and this somehow worked without draining their population.

While William was thinking to himself about recent events while not too far away...

Peter Parker swung through the city, his mind racing with thoughts of his latest encounter with the Goblin. As he landed on a rooftop, he noticed a figure standing in the shadows, watching him intently. He tensed, ready for anything.

"Peter Parker," a voice called out, smooth and confident. He turned to see a woman step into the light, her red hair and black suit unmistakable.

"Who are you?" Peter asked, his curiosity piqued, and his caution raised.

"Natasha Romanoff," she replied, her eyes never leaving his. "I work for an organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D."

Peter's eyes widened. "S.H.I.E.L.D.? What do you want with me?"

"I've been watching you," she said, her tone measured. "You're talented, resourceful, and you have a good heart. S.H.I.E.L.D. could use someone like you."

Peter tilted his head, considering her words. "S.H.I.E.L.D.? Why me?"

"Because you have potential," she said, stepping closer. "But it's not just about your powers. It's about who you are. We need people who can make tough decisions, who can fight for what's right, even when it's hard."

He looked at her, weighing the gravity of her offer. "And what if I say no?"

Natasha's expression softened slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "Then you keep doing what you're doing. But think about it. This isn't just about saving the world. It's about being part of something bigger, something that can make a real difference."

She handed him a small, encrypted device. "If you decide to join us, use this. It'll guide you to our next meeting point."

Peter couldn't help but let out a cold breath.

"Something about that woman gave me the chills." Peter whispered before he swung away and began his nightly crime fighting spree

William finally began moving again, his steps hesitant and uncertain. He had come to a conclusion, but it was fraught with doubt. He would work alongside them, but he had major reservations about joining them as a team. Memories of past infighting surfaced, and he shuddered at the thought of getting entangled in pointless drama. He couldn't shake the feeling that aligning himself too closely with them might lead to complications he wasn't ready to face.

He grew weary of walking, so he began to hover above the ground which made passerby's eyes go wide with wonder and they began to record, soon videos and pictures of the mysterious flying man was making the news circuits and before long the people at S.H.i.E.L.D took notice and began to monitor his movements via satellite and cctv

Most Pictures read Is this Viridian?

Jonah Jameson is on a crusade against the new vigilante menace, Viridian, after eyewitness accounts of him flying through New York reached his desk. The Daily Bugle's editor-in-chief is determined to expose Viridian as a threat to the city, using every resource at his disposal to gather evidence and sway public opinion. Jameson's relentless pursuit of the truth, or at least his version of it, has put Viridian in the spotlight, making it harder for the new hero to operate in the shadows.

Daily Bugle Exclusive: New Vigilante Menace - Viridian

By J. Jonah Jameson

New York City is no stranger to vigilantes, but a new menace has taken to the skies, causing a stir among residents and authorities alike. Eyewitness accounts have flooded the Daily Bugle's desk, describing a mysterious figure known as Viridian, seen flying through the city.

Viridian, whose true identity remains unknown, has been spotted intervening in various criminal activities, leaving a trail of questions and concerns in his wake. While some citizens hail him as a hero, others fear the potential dangers of an unregulated vigilante operating above the law.

"Who is this Viridian, and what gives him the right to take the law into his own hands?" Jameson demanded in a recent editorial. "We cannot allow these masked menaces to run rampant in our city. The people of New York deserve to know who is protecting them and why."

Adding to the controversy, Jameson has suggested that Viridian might be working in tandem with the notorious Spider-Man. "It's no coincidence that these two vigilantes have appeared around the same time," Jameson argued. "We need to uncover the truth behind their connection and hold them accountable for their actions."

The NYPD has yet to comment on Viridian's activities, but sources within the department suggest that they are closely monitoring the situation. Meanwhile, the Daily Bugle will continue its investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind this new vigilante and his potential alliance with Spider-Man.

Stay tuned for more updates as we delve deeper into the mystery of Viridian, Spider-Man, and their impact on our city.

As William was flying through the city he suddenly flew higher into the clouds and witnessed the night sky without all the light pollution.

The muffled sounds of New York City reached his ears, a distant hum of life and activity. The gentle breeze carried the faint echoes of car horns, distant conversations, and the occasional siren, creating a symphony of urban serenity. For Viridian, these moments were a precious escape from the battles and struggles that defined his existence.

In the stillness of the night, he could reflect on his journey, the friends he had made, and the challenges he had overcome. The night sky, with its infinite beauty, served as a reminder that even in the darkest times, there was always a glimmer of light to guide him forward.

William descended upon New York like a feather in the wind assuring that no civilians noticed him and when he reached a height where he could see properly, he began to fly towards the X - men manor.

It took William about 30 minutes to fly there at his most relaxed speed and by when he arrived Xavier was already waiting for him with a thoughtful gaze and when William locked eyes with him, he heard a voice in his head.

"First thing, I would like to thank you for leaving those Beans in the care of our doctor the first batch has already saved lives and it's all thanks to you!" Xavier gestures for William to follow.

"A little after you beat the green goblin we were attacked by magneto and his cohorts!" Charles said with a vengeful gleam in his eye

Charles rolled into his manor with William in tow and as Viridian entered the X-Men manor, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and anxiety. The aftermath of Magneto's attack was evident, with debris scattered and signs of battle etched into the walls. As he walked through the halls, he saw the X-Men recovering, their wounds healing thanks to the senzu beans he had provided.

The sight of his friends and allies, alive and mending, filled him with a profound sense of gratitude. He approached Professor Xavier, who was overseeing the recovery efforts. "I'm glad the senzu beans worked," Viridian said, his voice tinged with relief.

Professor Xavier nodded, a grateful smile on his face. "You saved us, Viridian. Without those beans, we might not have made it."

Viridian looked around at the team, each member showing signs of recovery. Cyclops, Jean Grey, Wolverine, and the others all gave him nods of approval, though they were unaware of the true source of their miraculous recovery. Only Professor Xavier and the doctor knew the secret of the senzu beans.

Charles gestured for William to keep following and soon they entered a sort of large, small room sized device and William was noticeably nervous when he saw it.

"Since you have done so much already, I have decided to let you design your own Uniform, just use the interface in front of you and don't worry even if you choose not to join us officially you can keep it, so I'd recommend you keep it faction neutral for now." Charles said with a bright smile

Viridian stood before the sleek, holographic console, his fingers tracing the interface with a mix of anticipation and focus. His body was changing, growing stronger with each passing day, and now he needed a suit that could keep up. No heavy armor—he didn't want to be weighed down. He wanted something sleek, flexible, and capable of growing alongside him.

He tapped the "Suit Type" option, bringing up a list of designs. Armored, stealth, agility, and custom. Without hesitation, he chose "Custom."

A 3D model of the suit materialized in front of him, a form-fitting design that hugged the body like a second skin. It was simple—no flashy armor, just the essentials. It was designed to move with him, flexing and adjusting to every motion, but there was something more to it than just flexibility.

Viridian swiped to the "Color" tab and selected blue as the base. The suit shifted, adopting a rich, deep blue hue. He ran his fingers across the color options until he found the perfect shade. Then, he added green accents to the seams—sharp lines running along the arms, chest, and legs. The green contrasted perfectly with the blue, giving the suit an energetic, powerful look.

He moved to the next section: "Elasticity & Fit." This was crucial—he needed the suit to grow as he did, to expand and stretch as his body became stronger. The machine allowed him to adjust the elasticity of the fabric, ensuring that it would stretch and expand with his muscles as he trained and developed.

As he adjusted the elasticity, the suit on the screen shifted. It became tighter around the chest, shoulders, and thighs, yet the material remained flexible, hugging the form of the model like a second skin. He tweaked it until it felt right, tight but not restricting, flexible yet supportive. The suit wasn't just about looking good; it was built to adapt, to grow with him.

Finally, Viridian selected "Regeneration." This feature would allow the suit to heal any damage it took, whether from intense training or a battle. But what really stood out was how the suit could adjust to his increasing size. The nanomaterial woven into the fabric would allow it to stretch and grow, keeping up with his evolving strength. No matter how much he grew, the suit would always stay with him, expanding in size and flexibility to match his physique.

He watched the hologram flicker, the suit's seams glowing faintly with green energy. It was a sign that the elasticity and regenerative functions were activated. The green accents pulsed briefly, indicating that the suit's fibers were now capable of expanding as needed, adjusting to his body's growth in real-time.

Viridian nodded to himself. This suit wasn't just a design—it was a living, evolving piece of technology that would change as he did. It would stretch with him as his body grew stronger, and it would always remain intact, no matter how hard he pushed himself.

With a final tap on the "Fit & Comfort" option, he selected the tightest fit. The suit would stretch to fit him perfectly, but it would never restrict him. The nanomaterial would stretch with him as his body developed, offering full flexibility and support no matter how much his form changed.

Viridian stepped back, watching the 3D model of the suit hover in front of him. The blue and green accents glowed faintly, and the regeneration system hummed with life. He couldn't help but smile—it was exactly what he needed.

"This is perfect," he said under his breath, excited for the future. The suit would evolve with him, a constant companion as he grew stronger.

With a final tap on the "Finalize" button, the machine beeped, confirming the design. The process of creating his new suit began

The machine lit up filling the room with electric light and soon the suit was making visible progress leaving William in awe at the efficiency of the machine and before long the suit was complete.

William stood in front of the fully completed suit, his eyes wide with awe. It hung in midair, suspended by the machine, the deep blue fabric gleaming under the lights. The green accents along the seams, sharp and clean, highlighted the suit's sleek, athletic design. Every inch of it seemed to have been perfectly crafted, a seamless blend of form and function.

He had seen the holographic model before, but seeing it in its final, physical form was something else. The fabric had a subtle sheen to it, reflecting light in a way that gave it a sense of life. It felt almost alive, waiting for him to step into it. He could already imagine how it would feel against his skin, the way it would hug his muscles, flexible and supportive, without being restrictive. It was exactly what he needed, simple, powerful, and designed to grow with him.

His eyes traced the green accents that ran down the sides, around the arms, across the chest, and around his legs. Each line was perfect, clean, a sharp contrast to the deep blue that covered the rest of the suit. The colors felt personal, something that spoke to him. The blue, calm but strong, mirrored the quiet strength he was learning to embrace. The green, vibrant and energetic, reflected the change and growth that was coming, both for him and the suit.

William took a step forward, drawn to it as if it were calling to him. He raised his hand and ran his fingers over the smooth material, feeling its warmth, its texture. The suit was more than just a piece of clothing. It was a part of his journey, a tool to help him refine his strength, to help him grow into the power he had yet to fully unlock. The way the suit moved as he touched it, adapting to his hand, reinforced how much it would grow with him, how it would stretch as his muscles developed. It would evolve alongside him, always a step ahead, always ready.

He stood back, crossing his arms as he admired the suit. The idea of wearing it, of becoming one with it, excited him. It wasn't just about protection or agility, it was about confidence, about stepping into the future he was building. This suit would be a constant companion, supporting him as he faced whatever challenges came next.

William felt a sense of peace wash over him, something he hadn't felt in a long time. His raw power had always been his greatest strength, but now, with this suit, he would have the means to refine it, to control it, and to truly unlock his potential.

"I'm ready," he whispered softly, more to himself than anyone else. His reflection in the suit seemed to mirror the person he was becoming, stronger, more focused, and finally prepared for what lay ahead.

With a deep breath, William reached out and gently took the suit off its stand. It felt light in his hands, almost weightless. He could already feel the power of it, waiting for him to put it on. As he stepped toward the changing room, he glanced back one last time at the suit hanging in the air. This was his new beginning.

[In a Quinjet traveling to India]

Natasha Romonoff was mentally preparing herself with a potential confrontation with the Banner and was going over lines to ease him into accepting her proposal, when she received a call on her phone from Clint who was calling to ask how it went on her end with the Parker sibling.

"It went as fine as one can hope from a horny teenager who shouldn't be involved at all" Black widow zipped up her tight-fitting outfit hiding her generous bust from the creepy stares of the soldiers next to her 

"His brother, William was actually quite reasonable I'm not sure he will really join though." Clint says thoughtfully 

Natasha remembers something...

"Oh, by the way what happened with this Thor individual in the New Mexico desert?" Natasha asks with clear interest.

Clint leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he began recounting the events in New Mexico to Natasha, who was preparing to gather the Hulk.

"New Mexico was a real hotbed of activity," he started, his voice steady and professional. "It all kicked off with an unusual storm that turned out to be something much more significant. Thor, the Asgardian, had been banished to Earth and was causing quite a commotion."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Thor? The god of thunder?"

"Yep," Clint confirmed, his eyes narrowing slightly. "We had to manage a lot of moving parts, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on high alert, a mysterious hammer that no one could lift, and a small town turned upside down. Then, of course, there was the Destroyer, an armored behemoth sent by Loki to eliminate Thor."

Natasha's expression remained focused as Clint continued. "Our primary objective was to ensure civilian safety while Thor engaged the Destroyer. The situation escalated quickly, with buildings collapsing and the sky lit up by lightning and explosions."

He leaned back slightly, his demeanor calm and collected. "The most critical moment was when Thor regained his powers and summoned Mjolnir. Watching him transform and take down the Destroyer was a game-changer. It was a clear demonstration of his capabilities and the kind of power we're dealing with."

Clint's eyes met Natasha's, his expression serious. "New Mexico was a significant operation, one that highlighted the unpredictable nature of our work. Just another day in the life of an Avenger."

Natasha nodded, absorbing the information. "Sounds like quite the adventure. Thanks for the update, Clint."

Clint grinned. "Anytime, Nat. Good luck with Banner."

In a few more hours, the Quinjet landed. After some negotiating, the two of them left India with relatively no issues.