Not until she learned of Luke's power, and after being repeatedly influenced by Nick Fury, who instilled ideas such as: Luke is crucial, you are the hope of S.H.I.E.L.D., the light of humanity—the inexperienced Sharon Carter was quickly persuaded and bravely accepted the assignment.
However, after standing in front of Luke, Sharon Carter couldn't help but feel nervous.
This was someone who could destroy a city with a flick of his hand.
It was said that even the veteran Agent Black Widow had failed. Could she really succeed?
Luke hummed, nodded slightly, and casually asked, "So, what does Motherfucker-Man want with me?"
Hearing the strange codename, Sharon Carter's eyes filled with confusion.
She was still an intern who had only undergone two and a half years of training. How would she know Nick Fury's catchphrase?
"It's Nick Fury."
Seeing Sharon Carter's confusion, Luke explained simply.
"Ah?!"
Sharon Carter's heart tightened. Was it really okay to talk about her boss's boss like that?
Sharon Carter decided to pretend she hadn't heard that part and cautiously said, "I am serving as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s liaison officer, hoping to earn your trust…"
At this point, Sharon Carter seemed to gather her courage and continued, "I know you might have a tiny misunderstanding about S.H.I.E.L.D. Actually, we are not an evil organization. Our original intention is very pure—"
Very pure?
Pure enough to figure out how to rule the world?
"Enough."
Luke cut her off. "It's not a tiny misunderstanding. It's a huge one. I know what S.H.I.E.L.D. is better than you do."
Sharon Carter felt indignant and wanted to argue, but remembering Nick Fury's instructions, she forced herself to lower her head.
"Well… actually, we really are quite good…"
Sharon Carter muttered, then quickly changed the subject. "Sorry. My main task is actually to maintain constant communication with you. If you need any help, you can tell me, and I will do my best to fulfill it."
"At the same time, we can immediately provide logistical support."
"For incidents like Emerald Beach Bay or Jurassic Park, we can handle them on your behalf and carry out cleanup work promptly."
"We only hope you can maintain a certain level of intelligence exchange with us. Believe me, the assistance we can provide will definitely not disappoint you."
Sharon Carter actually couldn't understand why an organization under the United Nations, the U.S. bureau responsible for handling paranormal incidents, would compromise so much with an individual.
Their attitude could even be described as pleading—almost humble.
Everyone's goal was clearly the same: to protect the world together.
Why couldn't they cooperate openly?
Furthermore, Luke could easily join S.H.I.E.L.D.; wouldn't that better unite all forces against the coming storm?
Luke noticed Sharon's slight frustration, but he didn't care.
Young people were simply too inexperienced.
The original intentions of many organizations were correct when they were first established.
But people are complicated and constantly changing.
Over the decades, every faction slowly becomes corrupted.
Moreover, S.H.I.E.L.D. was never truly subordinate to the United Nations from the beginning. In reality, it was more heavily influenced by the U.S. President.
Only the young and naïve would believe in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s absolute sanctity and justice.
"Intelligence exchange? Fine. You can be my liaison officer."
Luke wouldn't join S.H.I.E.L.D., but he wasn't about to refuse the soft offer Fury was handing him.
"By the way, you just said… you would fulfill whatever help I needed?"
Luke looked at her meaningfully.
Sharon Carter grew nervous again, then slowly nodded. "Y-yes."
"No matter what the request is?"
Sharon Carter became even more flustered. After stammering for a while, she nodded again.
"Alright. Remember what you said."
Luke patted her shoulder and strode away.
Sharon Carter watched his departing figure and finally let out a long breath after quite a while.
"Wh-what an overbearing person…"
"Oh no! I forgot to exchange numbers. Wait for me!"
Sharon Carter hurried after him.
An hour later,
Manhattan.
Luke and Sharon Carter got into Bumblebee and arrived at a restaurant for the meeting.
Just then, Jean Grey, who had been away for several days, walked in while pushing Professor X.
Behind them were Scott, a man in uniform wearing sunglasses, and Storm, the white-haired Ororo, acting as their escorts.
"Mr. Luke, hello. I am Charles Xavier, headmaster of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters."
"I apologize that I cannot stand to greet you personally. As you can see, I am somewhat inconvenienced."
Charles made a small joke, seemingly unconcerned about his paralysis from the waist down.
[Anomalous targets detected: Professor X, Cyclops, and Storm. Gained 300 Anomaly Points. Current Anomaly Points: 3300 / 4000]
"It's fine."
Luke waved his hand, then glanced around. "I didn't expect you to choose this place for the meeting."
Charles smiled kindly. "Jean mentioned that you like straightforward people, so we specifically chose a casual. I hope you don't mind."
"Thoughtful."
Luke nodded and followed Charles into a private room.
Scott and Storm both subtly scrutinized Luke and Sharon Carter.
"Please, have a seat," Charles said politely.
Luke sat down without ceremony. The table was already filled with an abundant spread of dishes.
"Let's be direct. What do you want to know?"
Luke was not someone who liked to beat around the bush.
It was best for everyone to be straightforward.
Luke didn't want to waste his brainpower. There was no need to play word games with these old foxes.
Charles looked slightly surprised. He glanced at Jean, then smiled. "Mr. Luke, before we begin our discussion, may I ask you something?"
Luke took a sip of juice and said leisurely, "Ask what? My opinion of Mutants?"
Charles nodded. "As you know, many people misunderstand us Mutants, believing we are destabilizing factors that should not exist."
"However, those high-level officials actually want to control us and turn us into nothing more than obedient weapons."
Sharon Carter's expression changed at once. She felt Charles was deliberately implying something.
"Sir, perhaps regarding the Mutant issue, you could also speak with S.H.I.E.L.D. I believe we can come up with a very good solution."
Sharon Carter felt it necessary to correct his line of thinking.
Charles smiled at her. "My apologies. I was not referring to S.H.I.E.L.D."
No, you clearly meant exactly that.
Although Sharon Carter was inexperienced, she was not foolish.
While Charles remained composed, Scott and Storm beside him had their thoughts written plainly on their faces.
Luke signaled for her to stay quiet.
He had no interest in the dirty dealings between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Mutants.
Indeed, with Charles's abilities, understanding S.H.I.E.L.D.'s situation was merely a matter of thought.
Perhaps the reason Charles had never cooperated closely with S.H.I.E.L.D. was precisely because the organization was simply too unreliable.
Could you believe that nearly half of such a massive agency was HYDRA?
Even within the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy responsible for training new recruits, a large portion were little snakes.
On the surface, this organization already looked beyond saving.
Nick Fury felt quite self-assured, but in reality, he was the Joker in a circus.
If Alexander had wanted to, he could have eliminated Nick Fury at any time.
"As for your question, all I can say is… what the hell is the point of internal strife right now? If you've got the guts, go fight aliens and monsters!"
Luke's words instantly stunned everyone present.
Wait, it's just an opinion. Did he have to be this aggressive?
Charles's mouth twitched. He didn't quite know how to respond.
"Don't understand?"
Luke looked at everyone with open disdain.
"The Earth is practically on the brink of disaster, yet you're still busy tearing each other apart. What, are you planning to happily welcome the Three-Body Overlords when the time comes?"
"Or are you going to hand the world's safety to some bleeding-heart idealist so everyone can perish together?"
We understand the first part.
What does the latter part mean?
Three-Body Overlords? What is that? Aliens? Something extremely powerful?
"Enough. If you're asking my opinion, that's it."
Luke waved his hand. He had no expectation of changing anything.
Human nature was stubborn.
It would be the same no matter who was in charge.
In any case, for Luke, if this planet were gone, he would simply move to another one. If this world were gone, he would move to another world.
He would take his women and live freely and unrestrained.
Do as much as his capabilities allowed.
When he eventually became an omnipotent deity, couldn't he simply restart these worlds with a single thought?
And if omnipotence wasn't enough, then surpassing omnipotence would surely suffice.
As for scheming and plotting… forget it. He doesn't need to do that!
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