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The formation of the Men in Black didn't change much in the short term.

Most of the agents without active assignments returned to their original stations, waiting for Malrick's orders.

As an independent organization, the Men in Black also needed a stable financial foundation to keep operations running.

Yelena's murals had given Malrick an idea.

After a conversation with Tony, he secured the licensing rights to both DC Comics and Iron Man and founded a superhero media company.

Its primary function was to manage superhero-related entertainment and merchandising.

Profits were split 70/30—70% for the company, and 30% shared with the heroes.

It was a model similar to Vought International from The Boys, and in the Marvel Universe, it had massive potential.

To further attract talent, Malrick proposed that half of the 30% profit share given to heroes would be allocated to cover damages or losses caused while carrying out justice.

That incentive alone would soon have superheroes lining up at their doors.

Malrick followed through without hesitation. With a single gesture, all above-ground facilities of the Men in Black headquarters were converted into corporate assets.

The new superhero enterprise launched the very next day.

Yelena was appointed interim Chief Operating Officer.

Agents across the globe received new assignments to establish local branches.

Meanwhile, Natasha had been reassigned to Stark Networks under Malrick's directive.

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One week later.

A new morning.

Malrick returned from the world of Resident Evil once again.

His one-arm strength now measured over 1.93 million tons, though the rate of increase had slowed. He was approaching his limit.

"Once I've handled the Ten Rings and Hydra, it's time to visit Kamar-Taj," Malrick thought, considering it long overdue to meet the legendary Ancient One.

He stepped out of his room and found Natasha and Shirley eating breakfast in the kitchen.

"You're back?" Natasha said casually, spreading butter on toast. "I just checked your room and didn't see you. Shirley has to get to school soon, so we started without you."

A few days earlier, Yelena had enrolled Shirley in a nearby school. Now Malrick and Natasha took turns walking her there each morning.

Despite Shirley's insistence that her strength could knock down a tree, the adults refused to let her go alone.

"Other kids get walked to school. You should too," they said firmly—especially Natasha and her sister.

The matter was only settled when they found out the school used a bus system.

The two sisters took to child-rearing quickly. It gave them a sense of family.

Every evening, they'd rush upstairs to help Shirley with homework.

They even added "supplemental lessons": Natasha taught hand-to-hand combat, and Yelena covered Russian.

Little by little, Shirley's once-lonely childhood was becoming full.

"No need to wait for me," Malrick said, pouring himself a glass of milk. "You know I don't need breakfast. Sunshine is my fuel."

"But you'll feel uncomfortable on an empty stomach. What, sunshine fills that too?" Natasha teased, handing him a slice of toast.

"Thanks." Malrick took a bite. "Bread, milk, eggs, nuts—nutritional breakfast. Perfect for Shirley's growth."

Natasha then placed a thumb-sized glass cube on the table.

"Something happened last night. You need to see this."

She tapped the cube, projecting a holographic video.

"All surveillance around the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters failed last night."

"This footage was captured by Agent K, who's embedded in S.H.I.E.L.D. He used his Men in Black armor."

The recording began at 11 p.m.

The street was dimly lit and silent.

A black Lincoln rolled slowly into view.

Suddenly, four police cruisers came speeding in from each direction, slamming into the Lincoln.

So far, it looked like a standard high-risk police chase.

Then it got strange.

The Lincoln was boxed in, unable to move.

Officers exited the cruisers, wielding Gatling guns and power hammers—military-grade firepower—and unleashed hell on the vehicle.

Moments later, the car exploded into flaming wreckage.

"Jarvis broke into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s network," Natasha explained. "Based on analysis, the person in that car… was Nick Fury."

Malrick stopped chewing.

He rewound the footage and zoomed in on the Lincoln's front seat.

Dark. But the silhouette of the driver confirmed it—definitely a Black man.

"So… Fury's movements finally provoked Hydra."

"Good. Internal conflict means vulnerability. This is our moment."

He finished the bread in two quick bites.

"Alert all Men in Black. It's time for action."

"Have the agents leak verified Hydra information through their networks to stir up chaos."

"But limit the leaks to global Hydra cells—don't expose anything within S.H.I.E.L.D. just yet."

"I want to see the World Security Council force S.H.I.E.L.D. to purge Hydra themselves."

"As for the media company, put it on hold."

"You and Yelena need to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., hack their internal network, and extract every agent file."

"When the time comes, we'll dump everything online."

Natasha narrowed her eyes. "You want to bring S.H.I.E.L.D. down?"

"What's the point of keeping a sinking ship around?" Malrick said. "They're compromised beyond repair."

Natasha nodded. "I'll start once I've handled the company's affairs. S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't suspect anything yet. Their attention is outward, so infiltration should be easy."

"What about me?!" Shirley interrupted, eyes gleaming.

She'd been eavesdropping the whole time. Spy stuff thrilled her.

"What's my mission?!"

Malrick and Natasha looked at her and replied in perfect unison:

"Your mission is to go to school."

"Ugh. Again…" Shirley slumped, deflated like a wilted flower.

Natasha tapped her head. "Come on, kiddo. Time to go."

"Alright…" Shirley took the backpack from Natasha and trudged to the door, waving back. "Bye, Malrick! See you tonight!"

Malrick smiled and lifted his glass. "Bye! Listen in class!"

"I know…" Shirley groaned, lowering her head as she stepped outside.

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Meanwhile.

Deep beneath the New York suburbs, inside a covert underground facility...

Nick Fury lay on a medical bed, wrapped in gauze from head to toe.

Only his right hand remained mobile, swiping through data on a holographic screen.

Standing nearby were Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, and Maria Hill.

"You all know the situation," Fury said, voice hoarse. "Right now, I can only trust the four of us."

"We cannot—will not—let S.H.I.E.L.D. fall into Hydra's hands."

His gaze shifted to a projection of Tony Stark on the screen.

"But if we're going to take S.H.I.E.L.D. back, it's going to take more than us…"

"We need reinforcements."

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