Chapter 80.
The moment Felix appeared in the skies, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance network detected the anomaly. Within minutes, the report reached Director Nick Fury's desk—another crisis demanding his immediate attention.
Fury rubbed his temples, already nursing a headache from his ongoing investigation into Hydra's infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D. His secret probe had revealed the disturbing truth, the organization was so thoroughly compromised that, as Felix had once suggested, it might as well be renamed "Snake Shield." The sheer number of Hydra agents embedded within their ranks made any conventional purge nearly impossible. After months of careful planning, Fury still hadn't found a viable solution.
Now this—another complication he couldn't afford to ignore.
"Director, here's everything we've compiled on the subject from the video footage," Agent Hill announced, placing a classified file on his desk.
Despite S.H.I.E.L.D.'s advanced surveillance capabilities, their satellites and monitoring systems couldn't capture clear images of the airborne figure. However, their analysts had managed to calculate his flight speed and trajectory, extrapolating his general capabilities from the available data. The information had been compiled into a special personnel file—one of many S.H.I.E.L.D. maintained on unknown enhanced individuals.
Fury opened the file and fell into a prolonged silence. Most sections were marked "UNKNOWN," with only the strength assessment reading "INCALCULABLE—POTENTIALLY INVINCIBLE."
The detailed analysis of Felix's abilities painted a sobering picture. Flight speed exceeding Mach 15. Physical durability surpassing steel. Skin resistant to temperatures reaching thousands of degrees. Capable of surviving in the vacuum of space without oxygen. The report concluded with an ominous note, "These may not represent his maximum capabilities."
The implications were clear—conventional weapons would be useless against this individual. If he turned hostile, virtually nothing on Earth could stop him. The only encouraging detail was a behavioral note: the subject had carefully avoided collisions with aircraft during his high-speed flight, suggesting he possessed some measure of restraint.
"This is everything we could gather," Hill explained apologetically. "Our satellites, like those of the U.S. government, can't get a clear image of his face or features. We suspect sophisticated electronic interference—possibly from a highly skilled hacker."
"The interference is beyond our technical capabilities to counter," she continued. "Our cyber security team can't even detect the source, let alone mount an effective response."
Fury processed the information carefully. "Keep expanding the search. Get me a clear photograph of his face by any means necessary. If needed, contact Stark for assistance." He paused, considering his options.
"Deploy Natasha in a Quinjet to the target area. Maintain stealth protocols—if he detects her presence, she's to withdraw immediately. No aggressive actions whatsoever. We can't risk provoking him."
The situation reminded Fury of another powerful individual from his past—Carol Danvers, the self-proclaimed Captain Marvel, who had appeared over a decade ago. Her demonstration of power had inspired his vision for the Avengers Initiative, though implementing that plan had proven far more challenging than anticipated.
After more than ten years of careful recruitment, he'd finally identified potential candidates for the team. If only he knew that most of his carefully selected prospects had already joined another organization entirely—the Justice League.
"What's his endgame?" Fury wondered aloud.
"Where did these abilities come from? The Tesseract has been secure in our custody—no unauthorized access. Why reveal himself so openly?"
The questions multiplied without answers. Like the U.S. government officials he'd recently advised, Fury understood the dangers of acting hastily against such an individual. He'd witnessed Carol's power firsthand—watching her single-handedly destroy an entire Kree armada and drive them from Earth's orbit.
While this newcomer might not match Captain Marvel's abilities, his demonstrated strength placed him in the upper echelons of enhanced individuals. His capabilities clearly exceeded Tony Stark's Iron Man suit, and based on Coulson's recent report about the hammer-wielding Thor, Felix might even surpass the Asgardian prince.
Most troubling was the stark reality that no terrestrial weapon could guarantee his destruction. Nuclear weapons might succeed, but the collateral damage would be catastrophic—an unacceptable solution.
"I hope it never comes to that," Fury muttered, his thoughts turning to the emergency communicator hidden in his desk drawer—a device capable of sending –messages across galaxies to reach Carol Danvers. It was his ultimate contingency, reserved for only the most desperate circumstances.
"We need to accelerate Phase Two of the Pegasus Project," he decided. "If we're going to face more individuals like this, we need better countermeasures."
His hand unconsciously moved toward the drawer containing the cosmic pager, then stopped. Not yet. Not until he understood this newcomer's intentions.
"For now, we watch and wait," Fury concluded. "If he proves controllable, he might even be recruitment material for the Avengers. But first, we need to know what we're dealing with."
The director leaned back in his chair, adding another name to his growing list of enhanced individuals to monitor. In a world where gods walked among mortals and humans could fly faster than fighter jets, Nick Fury's job had never been more complicated—or more crucial.
Meanwhile, Felix hovered in the sky, contemplating how to make his display of power more impressive. He needed to demonstrate his strength in a way that would deter other organizations from considering him a threat they could easily handle.
The challenge was finding the right approach. His mind raced through possibilities—perhaps unleashing a energy blast to obliterate a mountain? Such a demonstration would certainly send a clear message to any watching parties that he was not to be underestimated.
Felix's intention wasn't malicious, he simply wanted to establish his capabilities to prevent future conflicts. However, any display of power required careful consideration of location. He refused to risk innocent lives for the sake of intimidation.
Scanning the landscape below, Felix spotted the perfect venue. He adjusted his trajectory and accelerated toward the desolate area, his superhuman speed covering the distance in mere seconds.
The wasteland stretched endlessly in all directions—a barren expanse devoid of vegetation or water sources. No grass grew in this forsaken place, and the parched earth showed signs of advancing desertification. Scattered stone pillars jutted from the ground like ancient monuments, while rocky formations resembling small mountains dotted the landscape, none exceeding a few dozen meters in height.
"This will do perfectly," Felix decided, stabilizing his position nearly a hundred meters above the ground.
He extended his mental awareness, scanning a ten-kilometer radius for any signs of life. Finding none, he prepared to unleash an energy attack he hadn't used since returning to this world. The anticipation sent a thrill through him—it had been far too long since he'd exercised his full power.
Before proceeding, however, Felix realized he needed to communicate with his audience. His watchers needed to understand the significance of what they were about to witness. Speaking aloud would be useless at this altitude, but he had another method in mind.
Rather than using conventional writing implements, Felix had a far more dramatic approach planned.
"What is he doing? What is that red light in his eyes?"
In the government meeting room, tension filled the air as officials watched the live feed with rapt attention. The sudden appearance of crimson light emanating from the figure's face drew gasps of amazement and fear.
No one could provide an answer to the startled official's question. Every person in the room stared transfixed at the large screen displaying the mysterious individual's actions.
Two brilliant scarlet beams suddenly erupted from the airborne figure, cutting through the atmosphere like laser beams. The parallel rays of light traveled hundreds of meters before striking the ground below with devastating precision.
Despite the image quality limitations, the source of the energy beams was unmistakable—they originated from the man's eyes, their spacing matching the distance between human eye sockets perfectly.
"Can human eyes actually emit such intense light?" The question echoed the thoughts of everyone present. Their understanding of human limitations was crumbling before their eyes.
"Wait—look at his movements. He's writing something!" An observant official pointed at the screen excitedly.
The figure hadn't stopped after the initial display. Instead, he began moving his head in deliberate patterns, the twin scarlet beams following his every motion like a cosmic pen writing against the canvas of the earth itself.
The Message
"Quick! Adjust the camera angle to focus on the ground—we need to see what he's writing!" The President's voice carried a mixture of excitement and urgency. "And get our linguistics experts on the line immediately!"
The same scene was playing out in government facilities and intelligence agencies worldwide. Every major power was scrambling to decipher the meaning behind this unprecedented display.
Meanwhile, Felix remained focused on his aerial calligraphy, oblivious to the international attention his actions were generating. Using the earth as his canvas and heat vision as his tool, he carefully controlled his head movements to inscribe his message.
The task proved more challenging than anticipated. Hovering hundreds of meters above the ground, even the slightest adjustment of his head position caused the thermal beams to shift dramatically across the terrain below. Precision was paramount—not only for legibility, but for his reputation.
"The path I've chosen requires seeing it through to the end," Felix thought grimly, knowing countless eyes were upon him. A single mistake would be visible to governments around the world.
Fortunately, his superhuman control over his body reached near-perfection. After initial difficulties finding the correct angles, he discovered the proper rhythm and technique. The process became increasingly fluid as he adapted to the mechanics of aerial writing.
Felix's approach was certainly unconventional—using heat vision capable of devastating armies to write messages was like employing a cannon to swat flies. Other users of similar abilities might have found his methods wasteful, but Felix prioritized effectiveness over efficiency.
His heat vision differed from typical portrayals in media. Rather than the lighter red beams or yellow flame-like rays often depicted, Felix's thermal vision manifested as deep scarlet beams that instilled an almost primal fear in observers. The intensity suggested immense power barely contained.
The beams carried temperatures approaching 6,000 degrees Celsius—nearly matching the surface temperature of the sun. This incredible heat could melt virtually any terrestrial material, with only the rarest substances like Wakandan vibranium offering resistance.
Where the scarlet beams struck the earth, sand and rock instantly liquefied. The thermal energy carved deep grooves into the ground, filled with molten material that glowed like lava. The combination of extreme heat and kinetic force created perfect channels for Felix's message.
–After nearly a minute of careful maneuvering, the crimson light finally faded from Felix's eyes. Carved into the barren landscape in letters dozens of meters high, his message read:
"I AM NOT HOSTILE TO YOU, LEAVE ME BE. PROVOKE ME, THEN DON'T BLAME ME FOR BEING UNKIND!"
With his written warning complete, Felix prepared for the climactic demonstration. He initially assumed the stance for an energy wave –attack, but reconsidered mid-motion.
"Perhaps something more dramatic would be appropriate," he mused, abandoning the conventional approach. "Since the power output will be similar, why not make it more impressive?"
Felix straightened in the air, his cape billowing despite the absence of wind. His aura began to intensify, and dark clouds gathered overhead as if responding to his will. Lightning danced within the storm clouds like silver serpents, illuminating the gathering tempest.
To ensure maximum visibility of his demonstration, Felix manipulated the cloud formation, creating a perfect circular opening directly above his position. The eye of his artificial storm provided an unobstructed view of the performance below.
As his power reached its zenith, Felix raised both hands skyward. A brilliant blue orb materialized between his palms, rotating slowly as he held it aloft. The sphere expanded rapidly—from ping-pong ball to basketball size in mere seconds, with no signs of stopping.
Felix carefully regulated his energy output while the storm clouds responded to his power. Lightning bolts struck the –growing orb repeatedly, each electrical discharge causing the sphere to expand exponentially. The diameter swelled from one meter to two, then five, then ten meters.
The energy ball continued growing until it reached nearly twenty meters in diameter—at which point Felix ceased his power output. Any further expansion risked destabilizing the construct entirely.
"While it can't match the original technique, this should suffice," Felix observed, studying the massive sphere of crackling energy above him. The surface flickered with continuous electrical discharges, creating a miniature star too brilliant to observe directly.
"Witness my power..." Felix declared, his voice carrying across the wasteland as he prepared to release the devastating attack.
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