Here's the revised version of WTR-LAB - Mulgore Hotel in Marvel Chapter 8 with improved readability and grammar while maintaining the word
"You have the authority to downgrade an original D-level surveillance object to E-level. You don't need to report it to me!"
"You damaged someone's wall and claimed it would cost $100,000 to repair. I tolerated it."
Nick Fury's voice gradually shifted from calm to irritated. He suddenly turned around and locked eyes with Phil Coulson.
"But now, you're telling me that you learned magic in one night, and you want me to call on all SHIELD agents to take an entry test?"
"Have you been brainwashed, or…"
Before Fury could finish, a muffled "boom" interrupted him.
He stiffly turned his head, glancing at the now-burning printer, clearly damaged by a fireball. Then, his gaze shifted back to Coulson's right hand, where a faint red mist lingered.
"Yes! That's exactly how it happened!" Rookie agent Simmons beamed with excitement. "Director, I can vouch for it! Phil just—"
"Agent Kyrie Simmons, unless you have something else to report, return to your post immediately and await your next mission!" Fury's sharp gaze silenced Simmons instantly. Looking dejected, the rookie nodded, opened the door, and exited.
Once Simmons left, Fury turned back to Coulson impatiently. "Now, explain."
"Here's what happened," Coulson began, choosing his words carefully. "Yesterday afternoon, I noticed some disturbances in Hell's Kitchen…"
He recounted the events concisely and precisely, ending on a serious note. "Director, we are severely understaffed. If we had a few agents capable of wielding magic, imagine what we could accomplish!"
Fury waved a hand, signaling Coulson to stop. He paced slowly across the office, contemplating.
Coulson's words painted an obvious opportunity. The world was growing increasingly chaotic, filled with powerful individuals, monsters, and threats beyond conventional means. The days when SHIELD relied solely on traditional agents and heavy weaponry were long gone.
Mutants had been silent for years. The last major event involving them dated back to the Dark Phoenix incident in 1992. But Fury, having seen aliens and element-devouring creatures firsthand, never stopped pursuing power.
Especially after the recent escape of a "big green man" from a military lab, causing massive destruction. Fury, a man who thrived on control, felt an urgency he had never known before.
Magic? Sorcery? He didn't care what it was called. If the Cosmic Cube could be weaponized, then anything could.
"What are the requirements for learning this… spell?"
Fury's question was measured, but his raised eyebrow betrayed a flicker of interest.
Noble qualities, a broad mind, extraordinary wisdom, spiritual strength, and leadership ability—wasn't that a perfect description of himself?
If Coulson could learn it, then why the hell couldn't he?
"Is the method you used dangerous or uncertain?" Fury asked.
"Dangerous? Maybe to some extent," Coulson admitted. "But uncertain? Not at all. You either have the ability, or you don't. According to Cowus Bradford, without the right qualifications, the elements won't acknowledge you. You wouldn't even be able to get started."
Fury remained silent for a moment before nodding. "Explain further."
Coulson pulled out a small recording device and pressed play, but only static noise came through.
"Unfortunately, all electronic equipment was disabled in that hotel," he explained.
Before Fury could frown, Coulson quickly added, "But I wrote everything down."
"Next time, don't pause like that. It causes unnecessary misunderstandings," Fury remarked, leaning back into his chair and putting on his sunglasses as if disinterested.
But he was listening intently.
Coulson had an exceptional memory. He flawlessly repeated Cowus Bradford's teachings, even mimicking the intonations and nuances.
The office fell silent for a long time. Just as Coulson thought Fury might have dozed off, the director suddenly spoke.
"This matter is classified until further notice. Tell Kyrie Simmons to keep quiet. Assign him to oversee the renovation of Base 3's underground warehouse."
He continued, "Prepare a class. You'll be teaching it this Saturday afternoon."
Fury then pondered for a moment before issuing his final orders.
"Increase Cowus Bradford's surveillance level to B. His archive access level is now 7."
Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Phil, rewrite the report on your… 'accidental destruction of public property due to mission necessity' and give it to me for approval."
Coulson nodded but remained standing.
"Anything else?" Fury asked impatiently.
"There's one more thing I need your guidance on, Director."
"Speak."
Coulson hesitated before saying, "From my observations, Bradford has had little contact with the outside world. He seems completely unfamiliar with modern civilization, likely due to his extensive and isolated studies."
"His hotel doesn't even have electric lights. They still use torches and stoves for illumination at night."
Fury crossed his arms, intrigued. "And you're suggesting…?"
"We should guide him," Coulson said seriously. "Cowus Bradford is like a blank slate. If certain influences push him toward the dark side, we risk creating an even bigger problem."
Fury's eye flickered with interest. "You think he's that valuable?"
"Director, before making a judgment, I plan to seek Bradford's opinion and obtain his consent. If he can truly bring something different to SHIELD, I believe we should reassess his role."
Fury nodded calmly.
Truthfully, the moment he saw Coulson wield magic, his mind had already raced far ahead. He had already classified Cowus Bradford in his own way.
"A controllable asset. A resource with substantial power and the ability to mass-produce combat-ready agents."
As for whether he was truly controllable? Fury didn't care.
If something wasn't controllable, he would make it controllable.
That was Nick Fury's philosophy. His entire career was built on the belief that the ends justified the means. It was why he rose to become SHIELD's director and turned it into the powerhouse it was today.
"This is a good idea. You have the authority, so go ahead with it." Fury spoke with his usual detached confidence. "If there's nothing else, you're dismissed."
"Understood, Director."
After Coulson left, Fury removed his sunglasses and stared at his hands.
He sighed.
"Why can't I…?"