As The Only Mutant in Marvel

In the Level 3 testing room, alarms blared as data scrolled across multiple screens.

"He's gone!"

An agent's shout pierced through the noise, sending a wave of panic across the room.

Another agent chimed in with a trembling voice, "God! The energy he released just now is equivalent to a 500,000-ton nuclear explosion!"

"Is this guy a walking nuke?"

"Humanoid self-propelled nuclear weapons?"

The agents exchanged uneasy glances. They had seen some crazy stuff over the years—alien invasions, super soldiers, Norse gods—but this was something else entirely.

If this power had been released on U.S. soil, the devastation would have made Hiroshima look like a sparkler. Millions could have died in seconds.

The tension in the room rose as the implications sank in. Even seasoned agents began questioning whether they were prepared to deal with such a force.

Nick Fury's single eye glinted with frustration and determination.

"Where did he go?"

His voice cut through the chatter, but no one could answer him.

The truth was, the target had disappeared from their tracking systems.

And based on the projected trajectory, there was a 72.56% chance that he had landed somewhere in the United States.

Fury's frustration boiled over as he slammed his hand against the metal railing.

"Find him! Now!"

But Hill, always the voice of reason, stepped in.

"If he's in the U.S., he won't stay hidden for long. Someone like that is bound to attract attention. We just need to expand our search."

Her words calmed the room, but Fury wasn't satisfied.

"This isn't just some superpowered thug, Hill! This guy flew out of the sun!"

Hill nodded. "We'll find him."

"Call Romanoff," Fury said, his tone final. "I want her on this."

Thirty Minutes Later—Nick Fury's Office

Natasha Romanoff stormed in, her face dark and annoyed.

"I hope this is important."

She had been assigned two investigations just days ago—Spider-Woman and the fake Batman—and now she was being called in again.

"What is it this time?"

Fury didn't waste time with pleasantries. He slid a file across the desk.

"Read it."

Natasha snatched the file, muttering under her breath.

Another late-night assignment? She was starting to feel less like an elite agent and more like Fury's personal errand girl.

"Can't anyone else handle this stuff?"

Still, she opened the file and began reading.

The more she read, the quieter she became. Her eyes narrowed as the pieces fell into place—satellite photos, energy readings, analysis reports.

When she finished, she shut the file and took a deep breath.

"Are you serious?"

Fury nodded. "I saw it myself."

"This guy was on the sun."

"Not just on it—walking around like he owned the place."

Natasha leaned back, her mind racing.

"So, what's the plan? Track him down and ask if he's interested in saving the world?"

Fury didn't smile.

"No. First, we make sure he's not planning to end it."

Natasha crossed her arms.

"What about the other two?"

"The fake Batman and Spider-Woman can wait. Finding this guy is top priority."

Natasha exhaled sharply.

"Fine, I'll find him."

Fury softened a little. "Thanks. I know it's a lot, but you're the best we've got."

"Yeah, yeah."

Natasha picked up the file and turned to leave.

Before she walked out, she paused.

"Do we even have a plan if this guy turns out to be hostile?"

Fury's silence said it all.

Natasha smirked. "That's what I thought."

Elsewhere

Lance sat comfortably in his penthouse, sipping coffee and scrolling through the news on his tablet.

The sunlit morning view stretched out before him, but his mind was elsewhere.

"I should test the energy storage again soon."

Despite absorbing massive amounts of solar energy, Lance felt fine. No overload, no side effects.

In fact, he felt stronger than ever.

"I wonder if they've noticed yet."

Lance smirked. Of course, they had noticed.

No way S.H.I.E.L.D. would ignore a human-shaped fireball releasing enough energy to vaporize a city.

But that didn't bother him.

If they came knocking, he was more than ready.

Back At S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha was already reviewing satellite data, searching for clues.

Fury hovered nearby, checking reports and updates.

"We'll find him," Hill said, but even she didn't sound completely convinced.

Fury stared at the photo of the man on the sun.

"We have to."

PS: Third update! Things are heating up—literally. Natasha is on the hunt, and Lance's power keeps growing. Don't forget to drop comments, flowers, and votes to keep the story going!Chapter 30: Natasha Romanoff: "Come On! Great Hitter!"

In the Level 3 testing room, alarms blared as data scrolled across multiple screens.

"He's gone!"

An agent's shout pierced through the noise, sending a wave of panic across the room.

Another agent chimed in with a trembling voice, "God! The energy he released just now is equivalent to a 500,000-ton nuclear explosion!"

"Is this guy a walking nuke?"

"Humanoid self-propelled nuclear weapons?"

The agents exchanged uneasy glances. They had seen some crazy stuff over the years—alien invasions, super soldiers, Norse gods—but this was something else entirely.

If this power had been released on U.S. soil, the devastation would have made Hiroshima look like a sparkler. Millions could have died in seconds.

The tension in the room rose as the implications sank in. Even seasoned agents began questioning whether they were prepared to deal with such a force.

Nick Fury's single eye glinted with frustration and determination.

"Where did he go?"

His voice cut through the chatter, but no one could answer him.

The truth was, the target had disappeared from their tracking systems.

And based on the projected trajectory, there was a 72.56% chance that he had landed somewhere in the United States.

Fury's frustration boiled over as he slammed his hand against the metal railing.

"Find him! Now!"

But Hill, always the voice of reason, stepped in.

"If he's in the U.S., he won't stay hidden for long. Someone like that is bound to attract attention. We just need to expand our search."

Her words calmed the room, but Fury wasn't satisfied.

"This isn't just some superpowered thug, Hill! This guy flew out of the sun!"

Hill nodded. "We'll find him."

"Call Romanoff," Fury said, his tone final. "I want her on this."

Thirty Minutes Later—Nick Fury's Office

Natasha Romanoff stormed in, her face dark and annoyed.

"I hope this is important."

She had been assigned two investigations just days ago—Spider-Woman and the fake Batman—and now she was being called in again.

"What is it this time?"

Fury didn't waste time with pleasantries. He slid a file across the desk.

"Read it."

Natasha snatched the file, muttering under her breath.

Another late-night assignment? She was starting to feel less like an elite agent and more like Fury's personal errand girl.

"Can't anyone else handle this stuff?"

Still, she opened the file and began reading.

The more she read, the quieter she became. Her eyes narrowed as the pieces fell into place—satellite photos, energy readings, analysis reports.

When she finished, she shut the file and took a deep breath.

"Are you serious?"

Fury nodded. "I saw it myself."

"This guy was on the sun."

"Not just on it—walking around like he owned the place."

Natasha leaned back, her mind racing.

"So, what's the plan? Track him down and ask if he's interested in saving the world?"

Fury didn't smile.

"No. First, we make sure he's not planning to end it."

Natasha crossed her arms.

"What about the other two?"

"The fake Batman and Spider-Woman can wait. Finding this guy is top priority."

Natasha exhaled sharply.

"Fine, I'll find him."

Fury softened a little. "Thanks. I know it's a lot, but you're the best we've got."

"Yeah, yeah."

Natasha picked up the file and turned to leave.

Before she walked out, she paused.

"Do we even have a plan if this guy turns out to be hostile?"

Fury's silence said it all.

Natasha smirked. "That's what I thought."

Elsewhere

Lance sat comfortably in his penthouse, sipping coffee and scrolling through the news on his tablet.

The sunlit morning view stretched out before him, but his mind was elsewhere.

"I should test the energy storage again soon."

Despite absorbing massive amounts of solar energy, Lance felt fine. No overload, no side effects.

In fact, he felt stronger than ever.

"I wonder if they've noticed yet."

Lance smirked. Of course, they had noticed.

No way S.H.I.E.L.D. would ignore a human-shaped fireball releasing enough energy to vaporize a city.

But that didn't bother him.

If they came knocking, he was more than ready.

Back At S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha was already reviewing satellite data, searching for clues.

Fury hovered nearby, checking reports and updates.

"We'll find him," Hill said, but even she didn't sound completely convinced.

Fury stared at the photo of the man on the sun.

"We have to."

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