The next morning, Max woke up, his body completely relaxed after an eventful night.
On either side of him, two stunning women lay curled up against his chest—Quresha and Rize.
Last night, Rize had been feeling particularly playful and decided to sneak into Max's room, only to find him already entangled with Qursha.
Instead of backing away, she smirked mischievously and joined in, turning what was supposed to be a two-person affair into a passionate three-way.
Max let out a satisfied sigh, stretching his arms as he carefully slipped out of their embrace.
"Now that was a hell of a night," he muttered, smirking to himself.
He headed to the bathroom, washing up before getting dressed. Afterward, he wanted to spent a few hours living normally, going college and keeping up appearances—until his peace was rudely interrupted.
Max had just finished changing when Nick Fury walked in, wearing his usual serious expression.
Max sighed. "Don't tell me you let another alien invasion happen."
Fury shook his head. "No, not this time."
He tossed a file onto the table.
Max casually picked it up and flipped through it.
It was about the Spidey Squad.
Fury crossed his arms. "I want to know—where are they?"
Max shut the file with a smirk. "Like I told you before, they're under me. Protected by me. And I'm not handing them over so you can lock them up in some secret government project."
Fury's eye narrowed. "They will have a place to stay. A real home. They won't have to keep their powers in check constantly. On the Helicarrier, they might even find a family—somewhere they don't have to walk on eggshells every damn day."
Max leaned forward slightly, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you fucking serious?"
"Because that just sounded like an uncle coaxing a kid with candy," Max scoffed, leaning back.
Fury's eye twitched, but he remained firm. "I'm serious. They're powerful—what happens if they lose control? What if a simple family argument turns into a disaster, and they end up hurting or killing someone?"
He crossed his arms. "It's better for them to come to the Helicarrier. There, they won't have to constantly suppress their power, and they'll also be trained to control it properly."
Max rolled his eyes and waved his hand.
BOOM!
A sudden pulse of force sent Fury flying backward, crashing against the wall before stumbling to his feet.
Max stood up, his golden eyes glowing slightly.
"Please. I'm no kid, Fury. It's clear as day that you just need them for your super-spy projects—probably to throw at HYDRA, AIM, or whatever shadow organization you're worried about this time."
Fury sighed heavily, dusting off his coat. "Another damn day, another damn headache."
Max ignored him, stretching as he checked his watch.
"Alright, I'm done with this conversation. See yourself out."
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heels and walked away.
After a long day, Max finally returned home.
The moment he stepped inside, he let out a deep sigh, tossing his coat onto the couch before sinking into his chair.
Click.
He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, letting the sound of background noise fill the room.
"Finally… some peace and quiet."
Max mumbled to himself, randomly flipping through TV channels.
"And here we are with Chuck, the man who found over $100,000 hidden in his basement!" the news anchor announced excitedly.
Max stared blankly at the screen for a second before sighing. "Boring."
He was just about to change the channel when something caught his attention.
"Wait!" Max suddenly sat up, eyes narrowing.
There was one major event he had forgotten about—something huge that happened in 2012 in the Marvel universe.
"The Darkhold... How the fuck did I forget about it?"
He quickly grabbed his phone, scrolling through his mental notes.
"But damn… I don't remember exactly where it is," he muttered to himself.
His mind raced, recalling everything he knew about the cursed book.
The Darkhold—an ancient text of dark magic, filled with forbidden knowledge.
"Hmm… if I remember correctly, it should be in the hands of S.W.O.R.D. now," Max muttered.
S.W.O.R.D.—a government organization similar to S.H.I.E.L.D., but focused on extraterrestrial threats. If they had the Darkhold, then things were about to get messy.
Without wasting time, Max scrolled through his contacts and called Nick Fury.
RING~~
Fury picked up almost immediately. "Did you finally call to give me the Spidey squad?"
Max smirked. "Nope. I want to know about the book your S.W.O.R.D. division just might have found."
Silence.
A long, tense pause stretched between them.
Fury's breathing slowed, and Max could almost hear him processing the question.
He knows exactly what I'm talking about.
"You're talking about the Darkhold, aren't you?" Fury finally said, his voice tight with caution.
Max leaned back. "Bingo. That thing is a Class-S dangerous artifact for a reason."
Fury sighed. "And why do you care?"
Max's tone hardened. "Because if you idiots handle it carelessly, it won't be an alien invasion we'll be dealing with—it'll be hell itself pouring onto Earth."
Fury exhaled deeply. He was quiet for a moment, and Max knew the spy director was conflicted.
S.W.O.R.D. had indeed found the Darkhold—but they also had access to countless powerful weapons. Giving Max access to the book could either be a safeguard… or a risk bigger than anything else.
Finally, Fury muttered. "I can't."
Then—click.
Fury ended the call.
Max grinned. "So, they really do have it."
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
"Time to speed things up before they get themselves killed."
Some things… you just couldn't leave in human hands, especially like the hands of an government who decided to Nuke the New York just to save their own assses.
"But first, I need to find the location of S.W.O.R.D.," Max sighed, stretching as he stood up.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned his Night Army, the shadows twisting and forming his elite assassins—creatures bound to him, unseen by the world but ever watchful.
He gave them a simple order:
"Find every hidden base, every underground organization, every secret facility on this Earth."
The Night Army silently bowed before dispersing into the darkness, vanishing into thin air to begin their search.
Max smirked, rolling his shoulders. "Maybe I can track them down in a month or two."
With that settled, he casually sat back down, turning on the TV, letting time pass leisurely as he waited for the inevitable results.
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