An Uchiha in Marvel: Naruto Fanfic

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The world paused.

Not because it wanted to, but because something ancient had wrenched its eyes wide open. Across continents, languages, borders, and networks, the same red sigil had appeared, burned into the horizon like a cosmic eye.

In New York, crowds gathered in Times Square as every commercial display screen glitched, pixelated, and then reformed into a spiraling crimson emblem. People screamed. Others knelt. Street preachers called it judgment. Teenagers filmed it for views. The military scrambled stealth drones into the sky without waiting for orders.

In Lagos, encrypted darknet channels flared to life with decoded pulses metadata wrapped in memory fragments. Hackers, cyber-cults, and rogue AI nodes dissected the wave's source, all coming up with the same impossible answer: the signal didn't just show up on screens.

It showed up inside people's heads.

One broadcaster wept live on air. "It spoke to me," she said, eyes vacant. "Not with words. With everything I forgot I was."

Governments from six major blocs issued coordinated denials, but behind closed doors, the race began. Strike teams, analysts, and black-bag operatives redirected to Berlin. The city became a nexus of converging intelligence cells, all chasing the same mystery: the sigil, and the boy who cast it.

In an abandoned metro terminal two floors below the city's crust, Kiera hunched over a makeshift console, patching data through four staggered nodes. Her breath caught when the memory structure unfurled.

"It's not just a burst," she muttered. "It's a layered memory pattern. Encoded."

Behind her, Luro leaned forward. "What kind of pattern?"

"Distress. Personal. It's not just Aiden's flare it's his subconscious, screaming through the grid."

Luro's voice dropped. "Meaning?"

"It wasn't a signal," she whispered. "It was a cry for help."

The first thing Aiden noticed was silence.

Not the quiet of rest, but the disorienting, unfamiliar hush that came from being aware of every breath, every pulse, every faint hum around him without sight. His eyes were bandaged, the pressure tight. His muscles ached.

"You're alive," Selene's voice murmured near his side. "Barely."

He moved, slowly. "My eyes…"

"Your Sharingan overclocked. The chakra feedback ruptured the visual relay points. Technically, you're blind."

He absorbed the words. Felt their weight.

"But I hear things," he whispered. "Not just sounds. Memories. Emotions."

Selene checked his neural feed. "Your nervous system is adapting finding new input channels. That's not normal."

Aiden shook his head. "Nothing about this is."

He pushed himself upright. "Where are the others? The hosts?"

"Stable. Echo's gone silent. Kiera's underground. Mandara's with the Berlin host."

"And the sigil?"

Selene hesitated. "It's been… received. Everywhere. Your pulse cracked the Horizon net."

He exhaled, fingers brushing the bandage over his eyes.

"I need to protect them," he said. "Even if I can't see."

She didn't respond. But the look in her eyes wasn't pity. It was curiosity. Almost admiration.

Almost.

Mandara stared at the Berlin host as dawn filtered through the shattered glass dome above them. They sat in the open ruins of a former cathedral, turned safehouse.

The host's skin glowed faintly with chakra resonance, eyes closed, face lined with memory.

Mandara broke the silence. "You're holding two legacies."

The host spoke without opening his eyes. "One of them wants peace."

"And the other?"

"Dominion. Through memory. Through fear."

Mandara crouched beside him. "There were two imprints embedded in the ascendance shard cores fragments of two Uchiha. One walked away from war. The other built this directive."

"Which am I?"

Mandara didn't answer. "There's an archive. In Kyoto. The Mirror Vault. It may contain the original architect's thoughts his unfiltered memory stream. We can anchor you through that."

The host opened his eyes. "Or it could break me."

Mandara met his gaze. "That's a risk you'll have to choose."

"But not alone," the host said.

Mandara nodded.

Beneath Prague, Echo crawled through a crack in the foundation of a collapsed broadcast relay. Dust clung to his cloak as he followed the fading warmth of chakra through rusted tunnels.

He found the sleeper slumped against a fractured monitor bank, eyes dim, bleeding from the nose.

"You came too late," the man rasped.

"What stage are we in?" Echo asked, already knowing the answer.

"Stage Four." The sleeper coughed blood. "We were never supposed to wake it."

"What is it?" Echo knelt.

The man smiled mad and lucid at once. "A memory that doesn't want to be forgotten."

He pressed something into Echo's hand a cracked shard. Then, with the last of his strength, he activated a sigil code beneath his skin.

A ripple shot into Echo's skull sharp, invasive.

The world flipped.

He saw cities flooded not with water but with red light. Rain fell from skies that whispered names. The ground cracked to reveal spiral seals. People looked up not afraid but empty. Willingly giving themselves to memory.

Echo screamed but no sound escaped.

He collapsed.

Kiera burst through the lab's door, fury in every step.

"You didn't tell me," she spat.

Selene didn't look up from her terminal. "Tell you what?"

"That you were experimenting on hosts on people without their consent."

"They volunteered."

"They were sedated," Kiera snapped.

Selene turned, unbothered. "We're on the edge of extinction. This isn't about comfort. It's about outcomes."

"This isn't survival. It's control."

"Control keeps us alive," Selene countered. "You want freedom? Then bury the dead hosts with flowers. I want the living to have a future."

Kiera shoved her. "Not like this."

Selene steadied herself. "You're not in charge here."

"I just shut down your lab access," Kiera said, tapping her wristpad. "Effective immediately."

As she stormed out, Selene reached beneath the console. Fingers brushed a black crystal key the recovery rig's emergency shard.

She whispered, "Plan B it is."

In a secure link chamber above the safehouse, Drey's console pinged.

Incoming signal: KYOTO-VAULT: PRIMED

He stared, disbelief on his face.

Mandara entered, saw the display, and froze.

"That's not a signal," he whispered. "That's a recall."

Drey looked up. "What does it mean?"

Mandara's voice was hollow.

"It means… whatever built the directive "

He didn't finish.

Because above them, every inactive shard on the network blinked once.

And then, together,

They began to hum.

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