[Ritsuka POV]
Ritsuka stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He took a deep breath, feeling the comforting warmth of the steam as he ran the water into the tub. He lowered himself into it, letting the hot water soak into his muscles, releasing the tension he'd been carrying. With the events of yesterday swirling in his mind, he finally let himself relax, if only for a moment.
' Everything's been moving so fast… the prophecy revelation, the plans with the team. I figured everyone could use a break, so I gave them the day off over at Fou's Delight Bakery. Even Fou seemed happy about it.'
Ritsuka leaned his head back against the tub's edge, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. His mind wandered back to a moment he rarely brought up but often reflected on.
' It's strange when I think about it… That YouTuber's consciousness vanished from my body after he summoned Morgan using me and my body. And yet, his memories—the things he knew about this Marvel world—stayed with me. Thanks to him, I know things here that no one else does. His knowledge... it's been invaluable.'
But there was so much still to come. Ritsuka could almost feel the weight of the future looming over him. He took a slow breath, his mind drifting to people who would soon be caught up in that future.
'There are so many villains on the horizon… but right now, there's one story I'd like to look out for—the one between Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy. I know this year will be the year Peter becomes Spider-Man. Thankfully, he, Gwen, Ned, and their friends have become regulars at Fou delight's. If I keep an eye out, I'll know when they're planning their college project visit to Norman Osborn's lab. I'll be ready when that moment comes.'
Ritsuka remembered how he'd even arranged a job for Peter. The kid worked hard and always had a hopeful look on his face, like he hadn't yet seen the darkness of the world.
' I gave Peter a special pass, letting him join us part-time. It feels right, making sure he has a stable job. And adding an online order service to the bakery… yeah, it was a good idea for more reasons than one.'
As Ritsuka closed his eyes, a sharp memory surfaced, one that struck him every time he thought of it.
' I can't just let Ben Parker be killed. Peter doesn't need to go through that tragedy for the sake of some character development or "hero arc" nonsense. Ben deserves to live, and Peter deserves to have him.'
His thoughts turned darker as he considered his own abilities.
' I'm fortunate to be able to scan all of New York. Practicing and training with these Dark Phoenix powers—it's been intense, but it lets me see things others don't.'
A memory flashed in his mind from one of his scans. He had seen the mutants—mutated children hiding in the underground drainage systems of New York. The sight had torn at his heart.
'Those children… the ones hiding because of their X-gene mutations. They're just kids, and yet they live in the shadows, scared of the world around them. When I found them, they looked at me as if expecting hatred or fear. But I couldn't. I just… I couldn't.'
He'd gone to them, offering comfort with love, showing them that he bore no hatred for who they were. Their eyes had softened, filling with cautious hope. With gentle words, he'd taken them to Xavier's school, knowing it was a place they could finally find some peace.
'How many others are out there, hiding, afraid, or… worse? Taking their own lives before they even have a chance to see what life could offer.'
Ritsuka opened his eyes, his gaze steeling with determination.
"I should do something for all those kids."
As Ritsuka leaned back in the warm tub, lost in thought, he suddenly heard the door creak open. He looked up, surprised to see BB slipping in, the faintest of smirks on her lips. She closed the door quietly behind her, locking his gaze as she stepped forward with that mischievous glint that always warned him she was up to something.
BB tilted her head, the playful smirk deepening as she ran a hand through her hair. She wore nothing but a towel, barely wrapped around her figure. "Pathetic Senpai," she purred, voice laced with mock pity, "sitting here all alone, and so… exposed."
Ritsuka's eyes widened, but before he could get a word out, BB let her fingers drift to the knot of her towel. "And since I can't just leave you like this…" She loosened the towel, letting it slip free—and Ritsuka instinctively threw his hands over his eyes, face burning with embarrassment.
"BB...-Wait"
But curiosity got the better of him, and he peeked between his fingers. To his surprise, BB was grinning in a bright yellow bikini that hugged her figure, accentuating every curve of her body in a way that left him momentarily speechless. She was stunning, her skin aglow against the warm light of the bathroom, and the faint scent of her perfume drifted in the steam around them, making it all feel strangely dreamlike.
BB laughed softly, brushing her hand along his shoulder as she slipped into the tub, positioning herself between his legs. She leaned back against him, his arms wrapping around her waist almost reflexively, his hands resting against her bare skin as if they belonged there. He held her close, feeling the steady beat of her heart in rhythm with his own, letting the warmth surround them both. She can feel his little brother become big brother and hot but he didn't do anything. Its not like they didn't have sex infact she already had so many times sex with him but at was in time loop.
After a moment, he steadied himself, clearing his throat. "BB… I think I should tell you everything that happened."
He began explaining about the prophecy and all that had taken place, going through each detail, his voice even, his tone calm. Throughout his recounting, BB listened, her gaze lingering on him with a look of quiet admiration.
'For all the teasing, he's in complete control,' she thought, a trace of awe coloring her expression. 'Here I am, practically sitting in his lap, on his penis and he's so focused, not even a hint of lust. My pathetic Senpai has come so far… so cute, I want to devour it.'
And she listen the story but she already know about it because she got information directly from The Watcher many months back.
He finished the story, and as he did, BB's expression softened, an unusual warmth in her eyes. Without a word, she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, capturing him in a sudden, passionate kiss. She felt him tense momentarily before relaxing into it, his arms still wrapped around her.
Pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, BB grinned slyly. "Now," she whispered, tracing her fingertips along his cheek, "my pathetic Senpai deserves a reward." She leaned in again, her lips finding his, a kiss that lingered longer, deeper, drawing them both closer.
{A/N: No r18 chapter here, i will create separate sequel series which have all r18 chapters and you can check them in it. Morgan pregnant is Frist r18 for this story so I worte it but i couldn't for everyone. But for those who won't read that r18 series. Let me say BB will become pregnant in future and yes her children will have a role in future. Thats all)
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Four days had passed since the prophecy was revealed, and although the initial shock lingered, everyone was slowly recovering, thanks in part to Ritsuka's efforts to support them all. He spent time with each of them, ensuring no one carried the burden alone. His daughter, Karen, also played her part, lifting everyone's spirits with her lighthearted energy and playful nature.
One evening, Ritsuka sat in his room, a book in hand—Inner Peace: How to Be Calmly Active and Actively Calm by Paramahansa Yogananda. Tamamo Cat lay curled up and snoozing on his lap, her ears twitching occasionally as she dozed. Meanwhile, his newly summoned friends and allies were gathered elsewhere, learning about this strange new world from those who had arrived before them.
Then, the familiar ring of his phone broke the quiet. Tamamo Cat stirred awake as Ritsuka checked the caller ID. Nick Fury.
Answering, he heard Fury's serious voice on the other end. "Fujimaru, we've got a situation in Harlem. A big, green monster causing serious destruction. Get over there and stop him."
Ritsuka's expression shifted, and he nodded. "Understood. I'm on my way." Ending the call, he stood, gently moving Tamamo Cat.
Tamamo cat stretched, yawning as she looked up at him. "another mission, Master? I'll make dinner and let everyone know you'll be late."
Ritsuka smiled. "Thanks, Tamamo." With a quick nod, he opened a portal and stepped through, appearing on a high-rise in Harlem. Taking out his phone, he scanned the news on YouTube. Videos were flooding in, each showing a green-skinned humanoid creature, towering at twice the height of a human, tearing through military vehicles like toys. His sheer bulk and the jagged bones jutting from his back and elbows were unmistakable.
"Looks even more intense than he did in the comics," Ritsuka murmured as he observed Abomination below, wreaking havoc. Cars overturned, civilians ran for cover, and even the military struggled to keep up with the creature's relentless rage.
Watching from above, Ritsuka assessed the situation. "I could probably take him down myself," he considered aloud, "but this feels like a good chance to bring someone else in." He touched one of his Command Spells, feeling the familiar surge of magical energy as he prepared to summon one of his trusted Servants. He closed his eyes, focusing on his bond.
"By my Command Spell," he intoned, "come forth, my Servant!"
The air crackled with energy as a bright light filled the rooftop, swirling with arcane symbols and glowing embers. When the light faded, a figure stood beside him, clad in armor that gleamed with power.
As the Abomination lumbered toward the Humvee, his twisted muscles flexing with monstrous intent, a sudden impact struck his back, sending him hurtling into the side of a nearby building. His massive body slammed into the wall, concrete and steel crumbling around him. Rising slowly, he shook his head and turned, his furious eyes locking onto a figure standing in the street below.
A woman stood there in dark, gleaming armor, her imposing presence enhanced by the sinister aura surrounding her. Half her face was concealed behind a metal mask, and her expression was cold, calculating. In her right hand, she held a massive black sword, its blade glowing ominously with dark energy. This was Artoria Pendragon Alter—Saber Alter, clad in her first Ascension armor.
Inside the Humvee, the soldiers let out sighs of relief, seizing the moment to slip away from the fight while the monster was occupied. Yet, the live camera feed continued streaming, beaming the scene back to a hovering helicopter where General Ross, Bruce Banner, and Betty Ross watched in astonishment.
"What… what just happened?" General Ross stammered. "Missiles couldn't even scratch him, yet that sword pierced his back like paper. Is this Stark's doing? Some new tech?" He squinted, his brows furrowing.
Bruce and Betty were equally shocked, exchanging stunned glances. They had no answer, only more questions as they watched the confrontation below.
A second figure appeared beside Saber Alter. This man wore a half-mask resembling a Japanese wolf, leaving his mouth uncovered but concealing his eyes. It was Ritsuka Fujimaru. He spoke quietly to Saber Alter.
"Salter, everyone's safe. I've healed the injured… though we lost seven people."
Salter gave a stiff nod. "I understand, Wolf," she said, catching herself from calling him "Master" as they had agreed to use code names for discretion.
Meanwhile, Abomination staggered back to his feet, fury blazing in his eyes. But neither Salter nor Wolf seemed particularly concerned, their expressions impassive as they assessed him with detached amusement. That indifference only stoked his rage further, a growl rumbling deep in his chest.
With a smirk beneath her mask, Salter taunted him. "What's wrong? Did that hurt?" Her tone was mocking, every word dripping with disdain. "A little too soft, are we?"
Abomination snarled, bristling at her words. "I'll crush you both like ants!"
Salter tilted her head, letting out a cold chuckle. "Oh, please," she sneered, her voice laced with scorn. "I've fought actual dragons that put you to shame. If this is the best you've got, then I'm already bored."
Ritsuka—Wolf—smiled faintly behind his mask, watching her provoke Abomination with relish. "Try not to break him too quickly, Salter. I'd hate for him to miss out on the lesson."
Salter raised her sword, its dark glow intensifying. "Oh, don't worry, Wolf," she replied with a smirk. "I'll make sure this little monster remembers us for a long, long time."
Above, General Ross, Bruce, and Betty could only watch, dumbfounded as this strange pair stood confidently before Abomination, utterly undaunted by his monstrous power.
Abomination charged furiously at Saber Alter, his massive fist barreling toward her with enough force to shatter steel. In the helicopter, Betty cried out, squeezing her eyes shut as she braced for the worst, while Bruce visibly flinched, expecting a brutal outcome.
But instead, Saber Alter raised her hand, intercepting the punch with a casual ease. Her body glowed faintly with a crimson aura, the raw magical energy emanating from her filling the air with a chilling intensity. She barely even budged.
"You call that strength?" Salter scoffed, voice dripping with disdain. "I've seen infants with more bite." Her eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, she swung her sword up, striking Abomination square in the face. The force of her blow sent him flying across the street, and before he could even react, she appeared above him mid-air, her expression bored, and delivered a powerful kick that sent him crashing into the ground below. She landed gracefully, sword still glowing ominously, and smirked.
"You're an eyesore," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "This is just a warm-up. I barely even need to try with you."
Watching the scene from the helicopter, General Ross, Bruce, and Betty stared, open-mouthed. Abomination shook his head, rising slowly, visibly stunned and infuriated. The sight of Saber Alter humming to herself and ignoring him was an insult he couldn't bear.
"Enough!" Abomination roared. "I'm going to send you straight to hell!"
Salter chuckled, casting a sidelong glance at Ritsuka, who had been observing calmly. "Perfect," she sneered. "Let me educate you on real strength."
Seeing her stance shift, Abomination snarled and rushed at her again, this time with all the power he could muster, determined not to underestimate her. But as soon as he got close, Salter vanished from his sight. Confused, he staggered for a split second, just enough time for a brutal strike to land on his back. He howled in pain, feeling as though a thousand spears had ripped through his skin.
In the helicopter, General Ross's patience was wearing thin, his confusion turning to rage. "What the hell is going on down there?" he shouted, his voice brimming with frustration. "Who is this woman? And who's that guy just standing there watching her with a stupid wolf mask on?"
One of the soldiers checked his monitors, quickly scanning databases and visual records. "Sir, we have no information on her," he stammered. "Her face is concealed by a mask, and the man beside her—the one in the wolf mask—isn't in any of our systems either. We can't recognise them with half mask photos."
Ross clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing. "How can we have zero intel on someone like this? I want every file, every recording, everything we have. This woman could be the breakthrough we need. She's practically tossing Abomination around like he's nothing. Find me answers now!"
Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Salter stood unbothered, idly twirling her sword as Abomination struggled back to his feet. She hummed a tune under her breath, casting a dismissive glance in his direction.
Ritsuka—Wolf—watched calmly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Salter," he called, his tone light, "are you planning to end this sometime today? It's almost dinner."
Salter smirked, turning to Ritsuka with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "Oh, I'm just getting started, Wolf. I want him to understand exactly how outclassed he is before I'm done."
Abomination's fury only grew, but there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes as he readied himself to charge again. For the first time, it was clear he'd met an opponent who could fight him not just as an equal but as a superior—a thought that shook him to his core.
With a fierce, red glow engulfing her entire form, Saber Alter vanished from her position and reappeared inches from Abomination, her sword slicing through the air faster than he could react. Abomination raised his arms defensively, but the sharp, agonizing pain was immediate—Salter's blade cleaved through his forearms as though they were paper, severing them cleanly. His growl of pain echoed down the street, but Salter's cold voice cut through it mercilessly.
"How does it feel?" she sneered, her tone laced with disdain. But before he could fully register his injury, she vanished again, only to reappear behind him, delivering another swift strike that took out his legs. Abomination dropped to his knees, the humiliating realization of his helplessness settling in. He attempted a wild, desperate backhand swing, only to find nothing but air—she was already gone.
Salter materialized in front of him, eyes glinting with icy resolve, and drove her sword deep into his chest, her strike precise and unrelenting, piercing his heart. She tilted her head, watching his labored breaths with a mix of boredom and cold satisfaction. "Cry, monster," she taunted, her voice a low growl. "It's time you come crashing down."
Abomination's limbs began to regenerate, and his guttural laughter echoed as his wounds healed. "You think you can beat me? I'll just keep coming back!" he taunted, a twisted grin spreading across his face.
Salter narrowed her eyes, lips curling into a scornful smile. "Tch! Pathetic. There's no thrill here. No competition at all." She raised her sword, energy crackling along its length, a crimson aura surging around her blade as she prepared to end the fight decisively. "How disappointing."
Without further warning, she unleashed a powerful MANA BLAST, the crimson-red energy surging forward and engulfing Abomination in a wave of raw destructive force. The sheer intensity of the blast sent him hurtling back, his laughter dying under the weight of her relentless assault. As he hit the ground, defeated and dazed, Salter lowered her sword, looking unimpressed.
"How boring," she muttered under her breath.
Ritsuka, standing nearby, lowered his wolf mask slightly, his voice calm as he approached. "It's not boring. You're just stronger than him, Salter."
She glanced at him, eyebrow raised with a hint of mischief. "So," she asked, her tone almost teasing, "should I kill him now? He was, after all, quite the nuisance."
Ritsuka tilted his head, considering her question. "Not yet," he replied. "he should face the consequences but instead of this, government throwing everything at Mutants to cover up."
Salter smirked, sheathing her sword. "Very well," she said, casting one last disdainful look at Abomination's broken form. "Though I doubt he'll be any more entertaining alive." She turned back to Ritsuka, the crimson glow around her fading, leaving her aura calm but still powerful.
Ross, Betty, and Bruce come from the helicopter towards them.
General Ross's voice echoed across the street as he stepped forward, gun pointed directly at Salter and Ritsuka, a line of soldiers following his lead. "Stop. You can't kill him. He is U.S. military property," Ross shouted, his voice laced with command. "Who are you? Are you both mutants? You possess such immense power, and you're under arrest for unauthorized use of mutant abilities in public. You could be a danger to the people."
The soldiers took aim, but Salter's calm, unblinking stare made each of them uneasy. She'd just reduced Abomination, a creature they'd considered unstoppable, to nothing more than a broken heap. A few exchanged glances, clearly questioning their orders. Even Ross hesitated slightly but pressed on, knowing his plans relied on intimidating this unknown pair. Behind him, the media was capturing everything live, a fact Ross intended to use to his advantage. If he could coerce these two into surrender, he'd finally have the leverage he needed for his super-soldier ambitions.
Ritsuka, hidden behind his wolf mask, assessed Ross's intentions. He knew Ross's type: a soldier forged in the fires of constant warfare, obsessed with weaponizing power to assert dominance. But it was clear to Ritsuka that Ross viewed mutants and superhumans not as people but as tools to strengthen the country's power—and his own. Ritsuka's fingers twitched at the thought. If they pushed back, Ross would certainly play the victim card, stirring up media and government officials alike.
Through a telepathic link, Ritsuka sent a quick message to Salter. "Buy me a little time."
Salter's voice echoed back in his mind with her usual mix of calm and confidence. "As you wish, my dear Wolf."
With a smirk, she looked at Ross and spoke loudly, clearly for the cameras, "Didn't I say my name already? It's Salter." She glanced back at Ritsuka, her eyes glinting with mischief. "And he's my beloved partner—my lovely Wolf."
Then, without warning, Salter pulled Ritsuka closer, slipping her fingers under his mask. In one swift move, she kissed him, a full, passionate kiss that left the media cameras whirring wildly. Ritsuka froze for a moment, the surprise catching him off guard. But as she deepened the kiss, she wrapped her tongue with his, he caught her intent, allowing his hand to slip to his pocket and quietly pull out his phone. With practiced ease, he sent a message to BB, requesting her help to expose Ross's secret projects to the media.
"On it, Master~!" BB's voice rang cheerfully in his mind, eager to cause a little chaos of her own.
By the time Salter pulled back, her expression both smug and serene, Ritsuka had completed his task. He looked up to see the confusion—and the frustration—etched across Ross's face as BB's handiwork started to flash across every screen, broadcasting a deluge of classified information detailing his projects, shady dealings, and unethical experimentation.
"What the hell is this?" Ross shouted as the news anchors began reporting in real-time. The headlines were brutal: GENERAL ROSS'S SECRET PROJECTS EXPOSED: ILLEGAL SUPER-SOLDIER EXPERIMENTS?
Ritsuka smirked, his voice cool as he finally spoke. "Well, General Ross, it looks like you're the danger to the people—not us."
Salter folded her arms, a look of feigned pity in her eyes. "Honestly, we should thank you. If you hadn't made such a big show of it, none of your dirty secrets would be out in the open."
Ross, caught between fury and desperation, raised his gun. "You think this'll save you? I'll bring you down!"
Ritsuka took a step forward, his tone calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. "That's where you're mistaken. The world is watching, Ross. And now they know exactly what you're willing to do to control power you don't understand."
{Ritsuka played the game and made ross fool in this game}
Ross's hand trembled, realizing his situation was rapidly unraveling. With the media turning against him and his secrets laid bare, he could only watch as Salter and Ritsuka laugh at him to face the consequences of his own ruthless ambition.
"How dare you?" Ross shouted, his voice dripping with indignation as the realization of his own powerlessness set in. "Boys, shoot them!"
His soldiers, though aware of the futility of their orders, fired their weapons, hoping against hope that they could somehow make a difference. Fear gripped their hearts as they prepared for the worst, praying that this audacious couple wouldn't decide to make an example out of them.
But Salter didn't even flinch. Instead, she unleashed a wave of killing intent so palpable that the soldiers fell unconscious almost instantly, collapsing to the ground like rag dolls. The only ones left standing were Ross, Bruce, and Betty, who stared in shock as Ross realized the extent of his folly too late.
Suddenly, from behind them, a furious roar shattered the tense atmosphere as Abomination lunged forward, having recovered from Salter's earlier assault. "You bitch! I will kill you!" he screamed, rage and humiliation fueling his every move.
Ritsuka's anger flared at the disrespect shown towards his lover. "You will regret that." With a swift motion, he raised his palm towards Abomination, stopping him in mid-air as a big magic circle appeared in ominously. Two smaller magic circles formed right behind the larger one, enhancing its power. The air crackled with energy, sending a chill down the spines of everyone present. Ritsuka's expression was cold, but a smirk played on his lips, reflecting his confidence in the spell he was about to unleash.
"Farewell, overgrown pest. You shouldn't have talked bad about my lover..." he said, his voice steady and filled with resolve.
Salter's heart fluttered at his words, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks beneath her mask. She thought he looked incredibly cool, but she kept her thoughts to herself, knowing the seriousness of the situation.
Abomination, however, felt an overwhelming sensation of dread wash over him as the magic circle began to pulse with ominous energy. For the first time, he felt fear grip his very core, a feeling he had never experienced before. He sensed the deathly weight of the spell bearing down on him, a premonition of his impending doom.
"No! No!" he shouted, panic rising within him. His instincts screamed at him to flee, but he was paralyzed, the magic holding him captive as Ritsuka's spell reached its zenith.
"It's too late," Ritsuka declared, his voice echoing with finality
Before Abomination could even react, Ritsuka had completed the spell's incantation. From the colossal magic circle erupted the massive head of a dragon formed entirely of condensed purple flames. Its size dwarfed even the hulking form of Abomination, making him appear as insignificant as a rat in comparison.
With a deafening roar, the dragon opened its jaws wide and launched itself at Abomination, moving with a speed that rendered him helpless. In an instant, the dragon engulfed the beast, swallowing him whole before continuing its relentless advance toward the ground.
The dragon's head melted everything in its path—rocks, sand, pipes—everything was reduced to molten lava as it tore through the underground. The sheer force of the magic was unimaginable, creating a massive tunnel as it bore downwards, burning through the earth without any sign of slowing down.
As the dragon finally surged upward, it broke free from the underground, piercing through the clouds above. The sunlight vanished momentarily, overshadowed by the titanic presence of the draconic head that now dominated the sky.
With a thunderous roar that echoed across the land, it sounded as if a real dragon had awakened from slumber. The sound reverberated through the air, a primal declaration of its might, and the shockwave it created shattered glass windows in buildings miles away, leaving the surrounding city stunned and silent.
As the dragon finished its triumphant cry, it gradually dissipated, its form melting back into the mana from which it was conjured. The air was thick with the remnants of magic and heat, and what remained of Abomination was no longer the hulking monster that had terrorized the area. His body reverted to its human form, unconscious and defeated, as the aftermath of Ritsuka's power resonated through the space.
Using his telekinesis, Ritsuka flung Abomination's limp human body toward the media crew, an unintentional show of his dominance and the futility of Ross's commands. The sight was surreal—walls of the newly formed tunnel oozed with lava, and the ground itself had transformed into a molten lake, a stark reminder of the destructive power that had just been unleashed.
Bruce stood amidst the chaos, a witness to the might of the magic in this world. Today, he understood that Hulk was not the only monster to contend with; there were far greater and more terrifying beings capable of immense power. His expression mirrored the shock of everyone present, the world collectively rendered speechless by the display of raw power they had just witnessed.
As the media captured every moment, the message was clear: the balance of power had shifted, and the presence of beings like Ritsuka and Salter.
Ritsuka flashed a grin toward the media cameras, the remnants of his power still crackling in the air around him. "Happy Diwali!" he declared, his voice steady and bright, a stark contrast to the chaos that had just unfolded. He turned to Salter, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's leave now."
With a quick gesture, he conjured a shimmering portal. As they stepped through, Ritsuka and Salter exchanged glances, a shared thrill coursing between them. They emerged on the other side, landing softly in front of Bruce and Betty. Ritsuka took Bruce's arm while Salter guided Betty to her side, ensuring they were all together. Bruce understood it and follow Ritsuka to get Freedom
He glanced back at General Ross, who was still on his knees, staring wide-eyed at the remnants of the power Ritsuka had just displayed. "General, consider this a kidnapping in the night," Ritsuka teased, his tone playful yet firm. "I'm taking your future son-in-law and daughter. Bye! Also, I'm your friendly neighborhood Wolf." With that, he jumped into the portal, Bruce and Salter close behind.
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Scene Shift
Inside a cozy private hotel room, Bruce and Betty sat across from Ritsuka, who had just removed his wolf mask, revealing his youthful face. Salter, meanwhile, had removed her armor, her casual attire highlighting her striking features. But the scene became somewhat awkward for Bruce and Betty as Salter had settled onto Ritsuka's lap, casually munching on a burger, completely at ease.
Ritsuka wrapped his arms around Salter's slim waist from behind, his head resting against her shoulder as they both shared a moment of relaxation. As he scrolled through YouTube shorts on his phone, he stumbled upon the latest news about General Ross.
The headlines blared about Ross's illegal experiments, the fallout from the previous night's events spreading like wildfire. "Look at this," Ritsuka said, sharing the screen with the others. "His reputation is taking a nosedive, fitting for a man who framed innocent mutants for his own failures."
Salter nodded in agreement, her mouth full of burger. Bruce and Betty exchanged glances, both relieved and slightly bemused by the carefree manner in which Ritsuka and Salter handled the situation.
'Looks like ross won't have enough power left to start a civil war,' Ritsuka thought. He scrolled further, finding a lively debate surrounding the identities of Wolf and Salter and this couple is good or evil.
The next short caught his attention, leading to an excited gasp from Ritsuka. "Breaking News! We have discovered HD video from our sources concerning the sudden appearance of that flame dragon outside the city!" the anchor announced, as footage of the dragon's devastation played on the screen.
"Look at that," Ritsuka pointed. "People actually recorded the whole thing. The shockwave broke windows for miles. This is going to go viral."
Bruce leaned closer, intrigued by the coverage. The footage continued, showcasing the awe and fear in the faces of those who had witnessed the dragon's roar. The news anchor shifted the focus to Xavier, who had seemingly held a sudden press conference.
"Everyone, the damage caused to the property of people due to the shockwave of that attack will be covered by the government itself," Xavier explained. "But we found out that General Ross, a government officer, conducted illegal experiments on humans and mutants. It was unforgivable; he not only framed innocent people but also manipulated them. I request everyone to urge the government to take serious action against Ross. We mutants have suffered greatly because of him."
As the audience applauded, someone called out, inquiring about Wolf and Salter.
Xavier paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "I don't know who they are, but I'm grateful for their role in exposing Ross's secrets and saving many lives." He concluded his remarks before departing.
"Looks like we made quite an impact," Ritsuka chuckled, glancing at Bruce and Betty. The tension in the room lifted slightly, as the couple relaxed into the warmth of the unexpected camaraderie they found in their bizarre situation.
As Ritsuka scrolled through the trending posts on his social media feed, he couldn't help but chuckle at the sheer absurdity of it all. "This is too hilarious…" he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief.
The hashtags #Wolfthegoat and #SalterTheGoat were everywhere, and the memes were flooding in with relentless speed. One particular image caught his eye: it was a photoshopped picture of him in his wolf mask, perched on a grand throne, exuding an aura of undeniable power. Beneath the image, a caption read:
"Lord Wolf, a dragon has appeared outside!"
In response, his edited self replied in that iconic cold tone of his, "Ah, that must be my pet dragon. Go tell him to p*ss off from here, or I will eat him for breakfast today!"
As if on cue, the catchy 'Sigma' music began to play in the background of the meme, showcasing a muscular, macho version of wolf mask him striking a pose like an aesthetic bodybuilder. Ritsuka couldn't help but burst out laughing, his fingers dancing across the screen to scroll further.
"Look at this!" he said, nudging Salter playfully. She turned her attention to his phone, her brow raised in curiosity.
"What's so funny?" she asked, her mouth still half-full of burger.
Ritsuka pointed at another meme that featured Salter, her image altered to depict her saying: "Low on protein? Eat an Abomination every day! It has a million-gram protein!"
Salter's expression morphed into a bemused smile, and she couldn't hold back a light chuckle. "I suppose I could use that as a new slogan for my meal plan," she mused, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"Definitely," Ritsuka agreed, wrapping his arm around her slim waist tighter as he leaned back into the chair, reveling in their moment together. "You should start a fitness channel. You'd get all the views with these ads."
Salter rolled her eyes playfully, clearly enjoying the banter. "If I do that, you'll be my first client, right? I'll turn you into a muscular wolf with a 8-pack." Ritsuka already have 6 packs.
He laughed again, a warm, genuine sound that filled the room. "Only if you promise to keep feeding me Abomination protein shakes."
Their laughter echoed in the hotel room, the atmosphere buzzing with a light-hearted energy. As Ritsuka continued scrolling through the endless stream of memes and fan edits, he found himself feeling a strange mix of pride and disbelief. Their popularity had skyrocketed overnight, and they were suddenly viewed as heroes by a world that had once deemed them as outsiders.
"Can you believe this?" Ritsuka exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief at another meme depicting him battling Abomination with an exaggerated, overly dramatic pose. "We've got a whole fan club now!"
Salter leaned in closer, her voice playful yet soft. "Well, we did save the day. It makes sense. Heroes need their fans, after all."
Bruce and Betty exchanged glances, feeling a mix of awkwardness and curiosity as they watched Ritsuka and Salter banter back and forth, their playful energy almost tangible. "Why are we witnessing this lovers' drama?" Bruce thought, but he kept the thought to himself. After all, the two were clearly powerful, and he didn't want to provoke them.
Ritsuka eventually tucked his phone into his pocket, a more serious demeanor settling over him as he turned to face them. "I'm sorry about that. I'm a SHIELD agent, and we're waiting for my boss," he explained, pulling out his ID card and showing it to them.
Just then, the door swung open, and Nick Fury entered the private hotel room, his presence commanding attention. He glanced at Ritsuka, then at Bruce and Betty. "#SalterTheGoat #WolfThegoat #SalterXWolfBestCouples, you love to bombing don't you buddy" he said with a slight smirk, as if acknowledging the viral sensation their names had become.
Fury's eyes briefly flicked to Salter, but he held his tongue, having come to terms with the fact that Ritsuka had multiple lovers. He cleared his throat, shifting to business. "Greetings, Bruce Banner. The council members thought to recruit the Abomination for a special team."
Bruce opened his mouth to respond, but Fury continued before he could get a word out. "I sent Tony to talk to the government officers, and he convinced them to lock up the Abomination in jail. He won't be joining any government teams in the future."
Ritsuka raised an eyebrow, a hint of approval in his expression. "That's good to hear. But, Nick, there's more to discuss."
Fury leaned back, intrigued. "Why did you kidnap Bruce and Betty?"
Ritsuka took a deep breath. "I want both Bruce and Betty to create a drug that can help mutated mutants reverse their mutations instead of making more super-soldier serums that only create destruction. We need their intelligence to save people, not exacerbate the problem."
Bruce and Betty listened intently, starting to understand Ritsuka's intentions. Ritsuka's voice grew more impassioned. "Young mutants are facing immense challenges in this world. Many are committing suicide after their mutations. I'm begging you to help save these children."
Seeing the determination in Ritsuka's eyes and the desperation behind his plea, Salter's expression turned fierce. "If you don't agree, I will kill you," she threatened, her voice low but filled with a fierce protectiveness.
The threat was heavy in the air, and Bruce's heart raced. He exchanged a worried glance with Betty before finally nodding. "Okay, we'll do it. We'll help," he said, fear mixed with a sense of responsibility driving his decision.
Nick Fury nodded, a satisfied smile crossing his face. "I'll support this idea. I can offer you both a safe house, free of government searches. You can work there without interference."
Bruce sighed in relief, the weight of the decision lifting slightly. "Thank you. We'll do everything we can to help," he promised, his determination solidifying.
And so, through a strange turn of events, they found themselves united in a mission to aid those who needed it most, ready to turn their knowledge into a force for good in a world that had long been troubled by fear and misunderstanding.
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A/N: Salter aka Artoria alter is come to this story. Wow.
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