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"Tell me more about this guy," Steve said, the long silence in the room finally snapping. He looked straight at Fury, his expression deadly serious.
Nick Fury leaned back in his chair, taking a slow breath before answering.
"Honestly? Our file on Manager Rosh is shockingly thin," he admitted. "We've run every background check in the book, but his entire history basically splits into two completely different lives exactly twelve months ago."
Steve frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Before that point," Fury explained, "He was painfully ordinary. No military background. No political ties. No criminal record. Just a regular civilian who could disappear into a crowded room without anyone ever remembering his face."
Peggy narrowed her eyes, her sharp analytical mind instantly catching the catch. "And you've verified those records yourself?"
"Multiple times," Fury said, not missing a beat. "The paperwork is completely legit."
Fury paused, turning his single eye back to face them.
Which only made the whole situation ten times weirder.
Fury crossed his arms, his single eye sharpening. "But then, exactly a year ago, the switch flipped. The Home of the Devil Fruits opened its doors, and for the first time in human history, these fruits became public knowledge."
The room seemed to get colder with every word.
"From what we can tell, Rosh is the sole source. He's the one who brought them into our world. We don't know where he gets them, we don't know why he's selling them, and we definitely don't know what his endgame is." Fury's voice tightened slightly. "To put it bluntly, even to me, Manager Rosh is an absolute enigma."
That admission carried massive weight. Steve knew Fury wasn't a man who spooked easily. He dealt with terrorists, alien threats, and international conspiracies before breakfast. For a guy like him to openly admit he was completely in the dark meant Rosh was playing a game that defied normal logic.
And honestly, Steve could see why.
A guy openly selling god-like superpowers to the highest bidder should have been impossible. Under normal circumstances, world governments would have locked the place down in a heartbeat. The sheer panic over the global balance of power would have triggered a war.
Yet, Rosh was operating completely out in the open. No raids. No arrests. No military interventions.
That left only one terrifying conclusion: Either nobody could stop him… or nobody was brave enough to try.
Without even meeting him face-to-face, Steve could already picture this Rosh guy, a calm, untouchable figure standing right in the center of the chaos, casually rewriting reality itself.
"So, Captain," Fury continued, his tone dropping into something much heavier, "this is the world you just woke up into." He stood up, walking slowly toward the massive glass window to look down at the city below.
"The number of superpowered people out there is growing by the day. And the powers that surface are absolutely panicking."
Steve stayed quiet, soaking it all in.
"Oversight committees are already drafting regulations for enhanced individuals," Fury explained, staring out at the horizon. "Nothing is official yet, but mark my words: eventually, there will be laws, restrictions, forced registrations… maybe even international task forces to hunt them down."
Peggy's expression darkened. Neither she nor Steve needed Fury to spell out exactly how ugly that road could get. History had shown them exactly what happens when governments get terrified of things they can't control.
Which was exactly why Fury turned back around, his gaze locking dead onto Steve. "And that brings us to you, Captain."
The entire vibe in the office shifted instantly. The casual briefing was over. Fury's relaxed posture vanished, replaced by the lethal authority of a general mapping out a war zone.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is putting together a specialized task force," Fury said, his voice ringing with absolute authority. "A unit built specifically to handle incidents involving enhanced individuals."
Fury let the words hang in the air for a second before adding, "And when the time comes… to stop the dangerous ones."
Steve's eyes narrowed into slits.
"I want you leading that team."
And there it was. The real reason they were standing in this room.
Everything Fury had done up to this point, from handing Steve the miracle that saved Peggy, to laying out the terrifying state of the modern world, had been a beautifully calculated path to this exact moment.
Steve went quiet for a long moment. He wasn't hesitating. He was just calculating, carefully weighing every single piece of information Fury had dropped on him.
The world had evolved way past anything he could have dreamed up while frozen in the ice. Superpowers were spreading like wildfire, new threats were popping up every single day, and governments were desperately trying to lock down the chaos before everything spiraled completely out of control.
But stripped down to its core? The situation felt painfully familiar.
Seventy years ago, Steve Rogers had gone to war against monsters who believed that having power made them better than everyone else. Men like the Red Skull, who looked at regular humans as nothing more than bugs to be crushed.
Yeah, history was definitely repeating itself. The only real difference was that the battlefield was a whole lot bigger now.
Steve slowly lifted his gaze, looking Fury dead in the eye, "You have my word, Nick," he said, his voice ringing with absolute conviction. "I'm in."
Fury gave a sharp, single nod. "Then welcome to the team, Captain."
The two men reached across the desk, their hands locking in a firm grip to seal the deal. It was a massive moment. Not just because Captain America had officially joined S.H.I.E.L.D., but because a completely new era had just quietly started right there in that office.
"Now that we've got that squared away," Fury continued, rolling his shoulder casually, "it's time you met your first operative."
*Hiss!*
A second later, the reinforced security door slid open and Clint Barton walked into the room alone. The other resident Devil Fruit users, Coulson and Natasha Romanoff, were conspicuously absent.
Coulson was nowhere to be found, which made total sense. A guy who could instantly reverse time on anyone and anything was way too valuable to risk on the front lines of a firefight. Natasha was missing too, likely buried under a mountain of global espionage work thanks to her Mimic-Mimic Fruit.
That left Clint Barton, the only active operative available for frontline field duties.
"Clint Barton," the archer said, stepping forward and extending a hand to the living legend. "It's a genuine honor, Captain."
Steve shook it firmly, offering a small smile. "The pleasure's mine."
"Barton here is also a Devil Fruit User," Fury chimed in, completely casual about it.
That instantly grabbed Steve and Peggy's full attention.
Clint gave a modest nod. "I ate the Bird-Bird Fruit, Model: Falcon," he explained, talking about it like he was just describing his favorite car. "Basically, it lets me transform partially or completely into a peregrine falcon."
Steve blinked and Peggy looked genuinely, thoroughly stunned.
Clint just kept right on going, totally unfazed. "I get enhanced eyesight, crazy high speed, aerial mobility, faster reflexes… and a pretty decent upgrade to my raw physical strength, too."
For a second, neither Steve nor Peggy knew exactly how to process that. 'Turning into a bird? A literal falcon?'
Steve and Peggy could only stare in quiet amazement. The sheer, unpredictable randomness of these Devil Fruits kept blowing their expectations to pieces. But then again, after watching Peggy go from a dying elderly woman to her absolute prime overnight, a guy turning into a falcon didn't seem nearly as impossible as it should have.
Fury watched the shock play out across their faces, clearly enjoying every second of it.
"So, Captain," Fury said smoothly, a tiny smirk playing on his lips. "Interested in seeing what a Zoan-type user can actually do in a live training environment?"
Steve didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second, "Absolutely."
Part of it was pure curiosity. During the war, Steve had gone toe-to-toe with Hydra assassins, crazy experimental death rays, and genetic monsters. He'd seen things most soldiers would swear were fairy tales.
But a guy turning into a literal bird of prey? Yeah, that was a brand-new page in his playbook.
More than that, it was business. If he was going to lead a squad of enhanced individuals, he couldn't just rely on text files and briefing folders. He needed to know exactly what these people could do. Not theories. Real, hands-on experience.
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Without wasting any time, the group descended deep into the bowels of the Triskelion, ending up in a massive, reinforced underground arena built to survive high-impact combat. Steve and Clint walked out onto the center, while Fury and Peggy took their spots behind the heavy observation glass.
For a heartbeat, the room went dead silent.
Then, Clint let loose.
The transformation was instant, violent, and incredibly cool. Massive, feathered wings exploded out from his back, unfurling with a sharp snap. His fingers hooked into lethal, razor-sharp talons, and his face shifted, his jawline and nose sharpening into a terrifyingly predatory look. His eyes locked onto Steve, bright, piercing, and hyper-focused, like an apex hunter tracking a target from miles up in the atmosphere.
It wasn't a full animal morph. It was a deadly hybrid. Half-man, half-beast.
Steve stared, unable to mask the sheer fascination on his face. No matter how many miracles he witnessed today, watching a human body reshape itself like clay was still mind-blowing.
"Heads up, Captain!" Clint called out.
And then, he vanished.
A violent blast of wind slammed across the arena as Clint launched forward. Steve's internal alarm bells went off immediately.
'Fast! Way too fast!'
Even with the Super Soldier Serum amplifying his reflexes, Steve's eyes could barely track the blur. One second Clint was all the way across the room, the next, he was already past Steve's defenses. Steve reacted purely on instinct, throwing up his forearm just as a clawed fist came screaming toward his jaw.
*BOOM!*
The impact rattled through the entire chamber. Steve's boots slid hard against the reinforced floor, leaving black scuff marks as the sheer force forced him back a full step. A wave of sharp, buzzing numbness immediately shot down his arm.
Steve's eyes narrowed into slits. That wasn't just a heavy hit, that was brutal.
As he reset his stance, a genuine flash of shock crossed his face. 'This was just the baseline strength of a Zoan-type fruit?' In terms of pure, explosive speed and raw power, Clint Barton was already blowing right past the limits of a standard Super Soldier.
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