Marvel: gojo of the seven sets

The S.H.I.E.L.D. cleanup crews still worked tirelessly through the charred remains of Havelstadt.

All around, armed agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. tactical gear maintained formation. Drones buzzed overhead, and engineers in hazard suits combed the earth for debris, traces of magnetic interference, and things no normal lab could explain.

At the crater's lip stood Phil Coulson, speaking calmly with Agent Fitz, who held a tablet and wore a perplexed frown.

"There are at least seven unstable zones, sir," Fitz said, kneeling to tap the display. "Area C12's subflooring is weakened to the point of collapse most likely due to stress fractures during the electromagnetic surge. If we drop equipment or walk heavy over there, it'll give."

Coulson crouched beside him, nodding. "And the what is this black glass formations?"

"Obsidian sir, or sort of…" Fitz muttered, standing. "It's denser than naturally occurring obsidian. The molecular lattice is more compact, tightly bonded under pressure and temperature well beyond any natural condition. We've started calling it Magno-Obsidian… for now of course."

He tapped on a map. "I'd like to harvest some samples for structural integrity testing and potential energy containment fields. Who knows this stuff might even outperform vibranium in some insulation applications."

Before Coulson could respond, a sharp voice echoed casually from nearby.

"You lot have been busy."

Every agent within earshot whirled, rifles snapping up as a man with chalk-white hair stood a few meters away, hands lazily in his pockets, clad in a simple black shirt and baggy trousers.

Satoru Gojo tilted his head, a lazy grin spreading.

"Now, I know I'm attractive, but pointing things at me makes me shy. Think you could not do that?"

Tension hung in the air for a half-beat until Coulson raised a hand. "Stand down."

Weapons lowered. Some agents hesitated, eyes still locked on Gojo with wary fascination.

Fitz, just getting over the jolt, blinked. "It's… you."

Gojo smirked and scratched his cheek. "Yeah, it's me. Wait what's me, exactly?"

"You fought Magneto," Fitz blurted.

Before Gojo could reply, Agent Jemma Simmons approached, curiosity all over her face.

"Remarkable," she murmured, looking him up and down. "You don't look injured at all, if anything you look to be in good shape."

Gojo raised an eyebrow. "I'm always in good shape darling," he said smoothly, gesturing to his chest. "Standard model."

Simmons blushed, momentarily flustered. Fitz blinked and gave her a suspicious look.

"Sorry!" Simmons said quickly, clearing her throat. "What I meant is it's highly unusual. Magneto's power output at the event's peak was off the charts. Based on what we observed, your nervous system, muscles, and bone structure should be… well… at the very least fatally compromised."

She flipped her tablet around, already scanning.

"Your body's ability to process cellular damage alone… I mean, unless you have a healing factor as advanced as the hulk and the Wolverine himself or enhanced cellular regeneration..."

Gojo raised a hand. "Yeah, about that invasion of privacy, agent. At least take me to dinner first."

She blushed again, but didn't stop.

Fitz, meanwhile, muttered while typing. "Even with a healing factor, that level of electromagnetic pressure should've caused tissue collapse. Magneto was manipulating gravitic fluctuations, charged particles, and plasma surges at once. The resistance alone should've shredded your molecular cohesion."

Simmons nodded. "And his manipulation extended into the magnetosphere, which should've torn your body's ionic balance apart."

Gojo slowly turned to Coulson. "They always like this?"

Coulson offered a knowing smile. "Best to let them talk it out."

Gojo exhaled with mock exhaustion. "I feel like a frog in a blender, and they're trying to figure out what species of fly I ate."

Turning serious, he stepped forward. "I'm here to see Fury."

Coulson nodded. "He's waiting for you."

"Fine."

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The black SUV they took hummed quietly as it rolled down a dusty makeshift road, weaving through scattered debris and checkpoints manned by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents all around the city.

In the driver's seat, Coulson kept his eyes on the road ahead. Gojo sat beside him, hands at his side and thinking about what Yao had said earlier while watching the broken skyline roll by.

"Why exactly did you interfere?" Coulson asked suddenly, his voice calm but curious.

Gojo blinked, caught off guard. "What?"

"With Magneto I mean. Why did you stop him from killing more people in this town?"

Gojo glanced over, his playful smirk replaced with a slightly furrowed brow.

Coulson continued, glancing at him briefly. "A lot of mutants sorry metahumans… would have agreed with his methods. Especially after what was done here. You could say it was to help the X-Men, sure. But I want to know your personal reason."

Gojo exhaled, the smirk returning briefly. "Hoo~ did Fury put you up to this?"

Coulson chuckled. "No. Not really."

Gojo's smile faded as he turned his head, staring out the window.

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