By the time Peter finally had a moment to rest, three months had already passed.
The negotiations themselves hadn't required much of his attention—Felicia had handled everything flawlessly, securing the trillion-dollar deal with remarkable efficiency. But beyond the contract, there were still many matters that required Peter's personal involvement.
For instance…
Taking a few "casual trips" to famous landmarks.
Visiting well-known temples and ancient sites.
Wandering through places steeped in history and belief.
Naturally, these visits led to… certain incidents.
A giant Buddha statue by a riverside mysteriously vanished overnight.
A revered relic from a thousand-year-old monastery disappeared without a trace.
…
Of course, Peter wasn't reckless enough to stir trouble in the capital's most iconic palace complex.
Not because he lacked the desire—but because, after some investigation, he discovered something disappointing.
The "faith energy" there was… underwhelming.
The main reason is modern society simply didn't hold the same reverence for imperial authority.
Put bluntly—
Russian people weren't zealots.
…
After weighing the benefits, Peter ultimately left the place untouched.
As for other temples, sacred sites, and so-called blessed lands…
Only a handful truly held value—those that had preserved artifacts for centuries, even millennia. The rest barely yielded enough to make the effort worthwhile.
In the end, after sacrificing everything he had gathered…
Peter's reward was modest.
Two individuals.
And one piece of technology.
The first—
Came from a world of endless horror.
Victor Hale.
A man defined by a single, unsettling truth:
He felt nothing.
Engineered through genetic experimentation, altered before birth—he was a manufactured intellect. A perfect mind, shaped in a lab.
But perfection came at a cost.
No sense of taste.
No sense of pain.
No emotion.
And yet—
His mind was unmatched.
In pure intellect, he was no less capable than Tony Stark.
But where Tony excelled in invention and scientific breakthroughs, Victor specialized in strategy, planning, and control.
He didn't build machines.
He built systems.
Systems of people.
Of influence.
Of inevitable outcomes.
Recognizing the value of such a mind, Peter didn't hesitate.
He transferred Victor's consciousness—his knowledge, his brilliance—into the body of a nameless orphan in a quiet American city.
From that moment forward—
Victor Hale became Peter's right hand.
His strategist.
The man who would oversee the entirety of Umbrella's operations across the Western Hemisphere.
If Victor embodied intellect and control—
Then the second individual…
Represented something else entirely.
A hero.
…
Despite Fury's earlier rejection, Peter had never abandoned the idea of involving himself with the Avengers.
In fact—
He had already found a way in.
S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't truly under Fury's control.
It was under Alexander Pierce—
The hidden head of HYDRA.
Which meant that, regardless of Fury's objections, Peter had managed to secure a position as a consultant within S.H.I.E.L.D.
And by extension—
A place within the Avengers.
Though the Tesseract hadn't yet fallen into his hands, Peter knew that was only a matter of time.
Fury's resistance?
Nothing more than a temporary inconvenience.
Still—
Peter preferred to have someone on the inside.
A pair of eyes.
Watching.
Observing.
Reporting.
And so—
This "hero" was born.
She.
Not he.
…
From the League of Legends Universe—
Sona.
With a sufficient expenditure of faith energy, her identity was flawlessly constructed. Every detail checked out—even under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s scrutiny.
An orphan.
Mute since childhood.
Raised in a welfare institution.
Gifted with extraordinary musical talent.
Later recruited into one of the world's top music academies.
Then—
An accident.
And with it—
The awakening of her power.
In her hands, music became something more.
A force.
A miracle.
Her melodies could inspire courage.
Heal wounds.
Strengthen allies.
Even compel enemies into uncontrollable movement.
A perfect candidate.
Her background was clean.
Her abilities were stable.
Unlike many mutants, she posed no risk of losing control.
And most importantly—
Peter gave her only one directive:
Enter S.H.I.E.L.D.
Join the Avengers.
…
Beyond that—
Nothing.
Which meant everything she displayed—
Was her true self.
Kind.
Gentle.
Pure.
A being of warmth and light.
Beautiful.
Graceful.
Powerful.
…
Sona embodied everything that inspired trust.
Peter couldn't imagine a single reason for Fury to reject her.
After all—
S.H.I.E.L.D. was short on manpower.
The Avengers Initiative was barely taking shape.
At present, it consisted of little more than Captain America—freshly awakened—and Tony Stark as a potential recruit.
If Fury truly had enough people—
Would he really have been forced to push two elite but entirely human agents into the roster just to fill gaps?
Beyond these two individuals—
Peter had gained one final reward.
A technology.
One designed to strengthen himself.
Even after sacrificing Mjolnir and obtaining near-limitless potential, even as his strength grew day by day…
Peter still wasn't satisfied.
…
Six months.
His power had doubled.
Even without the Spider Armor, he could now stand toe-to-toe with Thor in raw combat.
But to him—
That was nowhere near enough.
Not even close.
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