In the Marvel Universe, talking about 'destiny' is a very unlucky act. Thanos, the Mad Titan, the Eternal of Titan, the terminator of Loki, the nightmare of Thor, the gravedigger for half of the Avengers, the super-killer of half of all life in the Universe, and the Eternal director of the Universal Family Planning Committee. Just because he said one sentence: 'I am destiny.' He died.
Let's look at the facts and be reasonable; the word 'destiny' is truly ominous. Pierce, at his great age, actually dared to say something about destiny; he's clearly heading towards an ominous end in his later years. Early the next morning, Hong Fei made an appointment to meet two people at his home. Xu Wenwu and Steve.
When they met outside the manor, Steve was very polite, and Xu Wenwu was also courteous. The two entered together, only to see Hong Fei setting up a holographic city model in the living room.
"You're here? Come over and take a look."
As the three gathered around, Hong Fei said, "Arthur, repeat the proposal from just now."
"Yes, sir."
The city model began to change, the complete urban area rapidly regressing back to the state of half-ruined New York.
"Currently, the Superpower Foundation has already begun providing aid in London and New York. However, after about a day, we have found that the governments of both cities are still unclear about their urban reconstruction plans. Assistance for victims remains at the stage of mass relocation. It has been two weeks since the Dark Invasion, and the Boss is very disappointed with their methods, efficiency, and progress."
Beyond New York, the London model rose up.
"Mr. Xu, Mr. Rogers, the Boss's plan is to build Superpower Parks in the ruins on the eastern coastal side of New York City where the damage is greatest, and on the western side of London. This plan will not only allow many people who have lost their jobs and have no source of income to regain a way to support their families, but it will also continue to provide a large number of positions after construction is completed in the future."
On the holographic model, the corresponding areas in the two cities lit up. Two illusory divine dragons flew up from the Earth. As they circled, the vast stretches of ruins below rapidly disappeared, replaced by two very prosperous and large-scale amusement parks. Nineteen points of light lit up one by one in each park, surrounding the core area of the entire park.
"In the park, we have customized corresponding pavilions for all heroes. These pavilions are interconnected. If other heroes appear in the future, we will continue to build corresponding pavilions in the park. According to the preliminary plan of the park proposal, the complete Superpower Park, currently composed of nineteen pavilions as well as other story halls and experience halls, will have a construction period of about one year. During construction, under the condition that the number of local workers is based on aid as the core rather than considering costs, thirty thousand people will be needed for each; after the park is completed, about three thousand people will be needed to help achieve good operations."
In the park, figures suddenly appeared one after another—staff members, tourists—and in an instant, it was a scene of prosperity and bustle.
"To ensure the construction period, the Boss will only sign agreements with Chinese construction groups that have had prior cooperation experience. At the same time, the Boss will guarantee that the number of local temporary employees in the two cities will not be less than twenty thousand, and a three-shift rotation system will be used for rapid construction to shorten the period as much as possible. Of course, if the number of local people with corresponding skills is insufficient, or if they do not agree to the construction schedule, the Boss will directly disqualify them."
The Superpower Foundation will reach a cooperative agreement with local municipal governments to invest in designated areas, constructing standardized residential buildings. Residents from both cities affected by recent events will be eligible to apply. However, the Foundation will only assist up to 5% of the population. Specific eligibility criteria will follow the quantitative evaluation framework the Foundation releases later.
"The plan's core principle is 'Rapid Home Restoration, Urban Core Renewal,'" the presentation continued.
"We're establishing deep strategic partnerships with both city governments to enhance urban safety and quality of life—not just now, but for years to come. These cities will serve as flagship projects for the Superpower Foundation. Eventually, this model could expand globally—letting more people interact with their favorite superheroes right in their neighborhoods. More importantly, it provides crucial experience toward our ultimate vision: maintaining world peace, ensuring global stability, and erasing divisions between superpowered individuals and ordinary humanity."
In the holographic display, two celestial dragons spiraled through the sky before colliding in an explosion of radiant fireworks. The shimmering embers coalesced into floating text: SUPER POWER FOUNDATION.
Hong Fei, observing from the sidelines, suddenly frowned. The imagery felt familiar—the kind usually employed by secretive organizations hiding nefarious super-villains behind inspiring slogans. In every story, enthusiastic public support would eventually give way to one skeptic uncovering the conspiracy, leading to the inevitable clash between good and evil...
Shaking his head, Hong Fei dismissed the thought. He wasn't some cartoonish villain. Besides, Earth's Mightiest Heroes—Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, Hawkeye—all answered to him. Even if someone objected, what could they possibly do? The situation was beyond favorable—like winning the lottery while riding a unicorn.
As the comprehensive plans and virtual renderings unfolded, Xu Wenwu remained impassive while Steve grew visibly animated.
"Brilliant strategy!" Steve declared.
"This ensures we help the maximum number of people while keeping primary responsibility where it belongs—with the government. And that Foundation vision statement? Inspired. I should've known you'd have this level of foresight. Frankly, it puts my own planning to shame."
Hong Fei accepted the praise with a modest smile. While he'd set the objectives, Arthur had handled virtually all implementation details—from workflow designs to staffing allocations for thousands of positions. This wasn't some templated proposal, but a fully customized solution tailored precisely to the Foundation's needs. Artificial intelligence certainly lived up to its promise of efficiency.
"A plan's only as good as its execution," Hong Fei noted, waving away the holograms and gesturing toward the seating area.
"Which brings me to why I invited you both here today."
He waited until they'd settled before continuing.
"Effective immediately, you two will serve as the Superpower Foundation's primary leadership team."
The announcement drew exchanged glances—surprised, yet somehow inevitable.
Hong Fei cut straight to the point.
"Steve, your skills, temperament, and decision-making style aren't right for leading the Superpower Foundation. I'm putting Xu Wenwu in charge."
To his own surprise, Steve felt only relief.
"Good. That's how it should be. These past few days dealing with politicians and lobbyists nearly choked me. Even if you hadn't called me in, I'd have come begging for someone else to handle the big picture."
Hong Fei gave a single nod and turned to Xu Wenwu.
"Your responsibility now."
Xu Wenwu accepted with a slight tilt of his head—no hesitation, no false modesty. He knew his capabilities, and Hong Fei's trust wasn't misplaced.
"The plan you reviewed earlier includes government liaisons," Hong Fei continued.
"While we're only collaborating with the city initially, higher powers will be pulling strings behind the scenes. Wenwu will lead negotiations. Steve, you'll assist—take Natasha and Yelena with you. Their intelligence network will be invaluable."
The two former Widows now commanded over five hundred operatives. Their expertise extended far beyond field work.
Hong Fei's voice turned razor-edged.
"Be reasonable. Make concessions where warranted. But if anyone digs in their heels?" A pause. "Don't coddle them. This happens. No exceptions."
No point sugarcoating it for Steve—he wasn't some wide-eyed idealist.
"Understood."
Xu Wenwu's lips curved as he glanced at Steve.
"I'll ensure refusal isn't an option."
Steve caught the subtext but let it slide. Compared to the Foundation's mission, bureaucratic games were trivial. Besides, his faith in governments had cratered lately. He matched Xu Wenwu's nod.
"Just point me where I'm needed. I'll pull my weight."
"Excellent."
Hong Fei clapped once.
"Arthur will coordinate everything. Contact me through him if issues arise."
As they turned to leave, Xu Wenwu hesitated.
"One more thing. You've got a target on your back. I traced a journalist sniffing around—backed by money and political clout."
Hong Fei blinked, then barked a laugh. "Let them play their games. Focus on the Foundation. When they overreach?" His knuckles cracked audibly. "I'll handle the cleanup."
At the door, Hong Fei produced sleek black armor from the Dragon Dimension. Steve slipped it on—the nanotech flowing across his body before compacting into a matte wristband. No frills, just brutal efficiency.
Watching them go, Hong Fei allowed himself a satisfied smile. Once the Foundation solidified, even his eventual departure wouldn't leave Earth vulnerable. Not to external threats—but to the backroom dealers and power brokers who'd slither out of hiding the moment they thought no one was watching.
Those people were quite insidious; they might be respectful and compliant while you stood present, but vanish for a moment, and they'd emerge to twist everything to their advantage.
Xu Wenwu's pearlescent white armor and Steve's obsidian-black made an unintentional yin-yang pair. The Superpower Foundation's accidental monochrome duo.
Or perhaps not so accidental at all.