As Gojo In Marvel (MCU)

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One Year Later:-

A year had passed. The world, as it always does, had moved on. Gojo Satoru was walking down a busy New York City roadway, his hands tucked into the pockets of his black pants, a simple white shirt completing his casual attire.

The same round, dark sunglasses were perched on his face. He walked with a nonchalant, almost lazy gait, as if he hadn't a care in the world, occasionally letting out a soft, bored sigh.

The giant screens that had once broadcast his face day and night, branding him a murderer, were now focused on other things.

Today, the hot topic was a blustering, bald man with a big mustache, J. Jonah Jameson, ranting about a "new menace." He was angrily detailing the exploits of a new vigilante, a "spider-menace" in what he called a "pajama-like Halloween costume," who was swinging between buildings, beating up petty criminals, and causing property damage.

Gojo instantly recognized who he was talking about. Spider-Man. Peter Parker. He had first started showing up about six months ago.

As it turned out, when Gojo, with the expert legal help of Nelson and Murdock, had won his massive defamation case against the media outlets and newspapers, they'd been forced to stop talking about him, to scrub his name and image from their broadcasts.

Needing a new target for their sensationalism, they had quickly latched onto the mysterious, web-slinging newcomer.

So, while not yet a global phenomenon, Spider-Man was already somewhat famous, or rather, infamous, in New York City. Gojo hadn't gone out of his way to meet him.

He'd observed him from a distance, of course, with his Six Eyes.

From what he could gather from listening to the people Spider-Man had helped, the general consensus was that he was just a "friendly neighborhood Spider," a good kid who often showed up to help with muggings and robberies long before the cops arrived, despite what Jameson's news network might claim.

The media always needed a new target or aka a scapegoat for them to earn something, it seemed.

Just as Gojo was idly watching J. Jonah Jameson's rant about the "spider-menace," the news feed on the giant screen abruptly changed.

The image of the mustachioed newsman was replaced with chaotic, shaky footage of smoke billowing from the side of a tall building.

The headline, stark and urgent, flashed across the bottom of the screen: BREAKING NEWS: EXPLOSION IN LAGOS, NIGERIA.

The scene shifted to a news anchor in a studio, her expression grim. "We are just getting reports of a devastating bomb blast in Lagos, Nigeria," she announced, her voice filled with a practiced solemnity.

"Early reports indicate that the incident occurred during an operation involving the new lineup of the Avengers, led by Captain America."

Gojo stopped walking, his attention now fully captured. He knew this. This was the event that would set everything in motion.

The anchor continued, "Details are still emerging, but sources on the ground are reporting that the Avengers were attempting to apprehend a group of mercenaries led by the notorious criminals. It appears a confrontation in a crowded marketplace went horribly wrong, resulting in an explosion." Footage of the aftermath began to play panicked civilians running, emergency services rushing to the scene, the side of a multi-story building blackened and crumbling.

"While the Avengers were successful in preventing the theft of a biological weapon," the anchor read from her teleprompter, "the operation has resulted in a significant number of civilian casualties. This incident is raising serious questions and international concern about the Avengers' methods, their lack of oversight, and the collateral damage that seems to follow in their wake."

Gojo, after listening to the news report, just muttered something under his breath but nothing worth noting.

Once again, he was caught off guard by the timing of a major event. He knew the broad strokes, the key plot points, but the specifics the whens, the wheres, the hows were always a frustrating blur.

He didn't know if this faulty memory was a side effect of how he got here, some interference from the HYDRA experiments, or if it had just been like this from the start.

It was like living with a constant fog in his mind, as he'd once tried to explain to Tony.

The details would only become crystal clear after the event had already happened, making him a reactive player rather than a proactive one.

So, what was he going to do now? Well, for now, nothing. The news of international tragedy, while concerning, was less pressing than the rumbling in his stomach. He was hungry. He was going to go home and eat something.

With a simple thought, Gojo turned into a nearby alleyway and warped, vanishing from the street in an instant.

He reappeared in the middle of his apartment living room. He opened the door, just for the sound effect, and guess what he saw?

Tony Stark, sitting comfortably on his sofa, watching the same news report on the massive TV, absently patting Mochi, who was happily wagging her tail at the attention.

Gojo entered the apartment fully, shutting the door behind him. "Well, well," he said, his tone light and casual. "Fancy seeing you here. Need a beer or something to get refreshed? You look stressed."

Tony didn't move, his eyes still glued to the television. "Are you even old enough to drink beer or any other kind of alcohol?" he asked, his voice flat.

"Last time I checked, you didn't have any interest in that stuff. Don't tell me you've picked up some bad habits, got into drugs or some other shit."

Gojo sighed. "Ahh, man, I don't drink. And just for the record, I'm nineteen years old now, so I think I can legally drink if I want to. But I don't want to. Let's just say I don't like the taste, and apparently, I can't handle it at all. And don't ask how I found that out. Believe me, you don't want to know."

Tony finally gestured towards a small, sleek mini-fridge Gojo had acquired. "Then why is there beer in there?"

"Well, for guests, obviously," Gojo replied, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Or, you know, if some girls come over. I can't have anyone saying that Satoru Gojo doesn't have any hospitality or something. It's bad for my image."

Tony caught that last part. He turned around on the sofa, a look of mock concern on his face. "You're bringing girls here?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

Gojo looked at him, bewildered. "You're looking at me like it's a crime or something for me to meet girls, and like I'm committing a felony by bringing them here. What's the big deal?"

"Well," Tony said, a smirk playing on his lips, "you are at that age, I think… just make sure you use some prot—"

"Don't you dare say it," Gojo cut him off, his voice suddenly sharp, a playful but very real threat in his eyes. "If you say another word, I will Hollow Purple you out of this apartment. I swear."

Tony chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. "What do you mean? You don't have anyone else to rely on for this kind of… life advice. I think I'm perfectly capable of being a responsible adult role model for someone. Don't tell me you're getting shy."

"Damn you," Gojo grumbled. "Are you just here to humiliate me, or are you getting back at me for something I did to you that I've already forgotten about?"

"I don't know," Tony said, his smirk widening. "You tell me."

Gojo finally dropped the pretense, his expression turning serious as he looked at the TV, then back at Tony. "Don't tell me you being here," he said, his voice quiet now, "has something to do with what's going on all over the news at the moment."

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A/N: So, how was it?! I'm back with this series. I know its been a long time… and i'm sorry for that. But oh well i decided to start it like this.

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