The Magus In Marvel

A week had passed since Asgard, and the brief reprieve had done little to dull Rin's sharp instincts. She had given it time, more than she normally would, but patience was not her strongest virtue. There was too much at stake to sit idly by any longer.

Over breakfast, she set down her fork with an air of finality and turned to Tony, her gaze unwavering. "We need to talk about Arnim Zola."

Tony, who had just taken a sip of coffee, groaned as he set his mug down. "Kid, we've been running around non-stop. Can't we enjoy a little peace before diving into another mess?"

Rin arched an eyebrow. "One week was more than enough. We need to move before we lose any advantage we might have. I need you to arrange a meeting with Nick Fury, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Captain America. And it has to be as secretive as possible. No one else can know—not even their closest friends."

Tony leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. "Great. Another super-secret spy meeting. Just what I needed. You know, for a ten-year-old, you sure have a knack for bossing people around."

Rin ignored the jab, her expression unwavering. "This is important, Tony. We can't afford to be careless. You know that better than anyone."

He studied her for a moment before sighing in defeat. "Fine, fine. I'll make some calls. But if Fury gives me an aneurysm, I'm blaming you."

Rin smirked, satisfied. "Deal. Now, hurry up and finish your coffee. We have work to do."

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The scene switches to the meeting, set in the same donut shop from Iron Man 2. Tony and Rin are already seated, waiting for the others to arrive. Tony sipped his coffee, watching the street through his sunglasses while Rin sat across from him, tapping her fingers impatiently against the table.

Right on cue, Steve Rogers walked in, punctual as ever. He nodded at them and took a seat. "So, what's this about?"

Tony smirked. "Patience, Cap. We're still waiting for the rest of the party. Might as well order something while we wait."

A waitress appeared by their table, notepad in hand, and before anyone could place an order, Rin narrowed her eyes. "Natasha?"

The redhead smirked, dressed in the shop's uniform, which she somehow made look like an undercover ops suit. "Good eye, kid. What can I get you?"

Steve sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Let me guess…"

"Yep," Tony said, pointing toward the register where none other than Clint Barton stood, managing the cash register with an all-too-amused expression.

Steve looked between them and then at Natasha. "Please tell me S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't actually own this donut shop."

Natasha shrugged. "We like to be thorough."

Tony groaned. "This is why I have trust issues."

Before anyone could comment further, the door opened, and in walked Nick Fury, clad in his signature black trench coat and exuding his usual air of irritation. He didn't bother sitting before addressing Tony. "This better be important, Stark. I've got enough on my plate without playing hide-and-seek with my own agents."

Tony leaned back, feigning nonchalance. "Relax, Fury. We'll get to the fireworks soon enough."

Once everyone had finally settled in, Rin gave Tony a subtle nod. Understanding her cue, he pulled a small device from his jacket and set it on the table. With a single tap, a low-frequency pulse spread through the room. Every security camera, wiretap, and listening device within a hundred-yard radius shut down instantly.

Instinctively, Steve and Natasha stiffened, their hands inching toward their weapons. Clint glanced at the shop's security camera, which now displayed nothing but static. "Well, that's not ominous at all."

"Calm down, campers," Tony drawled. "It's just a little EMP burst—non-lethal, temporary, and very necessary. I'd rather this conversation not be turned into a podcast for our enemies."

Fury crossed his arms. "Alright, Stark, you've made your big dramatic entrance. Now talk. What's so damn important?"

Instead of answering, Tony gestured toward Rin. "I'm just the tech guy today. She's the host."

All eyes turned to Rin, who wasted no time on pleasantries. Her voice was calm, yet the weight of her words was undeniable. "I know the future."

A beat of silence followed before Steve let out a slow exhale. Clint raised an eyebrow, Natasha tilted her head slightly, and Fury's one good eye narrowed in scrutiny. The skepticism in the room was palpable.

"That's a hell of a claim," Clint muttered.

"It is," Natasha agreed, studying Rin carefully. "And Stark doesn't look surprised."

Steve's gaze flicked to Tony, who simply shrugged. "Yeah, I already knew. Let's just say I've seen enough to take it seriously."

Fury leaned forward. "And what exactly makes you so sure, Stark?"

Tony tapped the side of his head. "A few 'minor' experiences. A heads-up before something big happened. A perfectly timed warning or two. And, oh yeah, the kid called some things way before they actually went down. Call it a gut feeling, but I believe her."

Rin, unfazed by their reactions, continued in an almost eerily composed tone. "And if you don't believe me yet, you will soon enough. But let's skip the part where I have to prove myself—I'd rather not waste time when we could be preventing disasters."

Then, she drops the bombshell: "Hydra still exists."

That statement shocks the entire room. Even Tony, who had assumed they were dealing with a single rogue Nazi scientist, is visibly thrown off. But Fury's reaction is different—less surprise, more grim confirmation. As if some long-held suspicions were finally proving themselves true.

Rin continues, "That's why I called you all here. You're the ones best suited to handle this. Three elite spies, a super soldier who knows Hydra better than anyone, and Tony… well, just Tony."

Tony scoffed, placing a hand over his chest in mock offense. "Ouch, kid. Just Tony? Really? You wound me."

Rin rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine. Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist… satisfied?"

Tony smirked. "Much better. Continue."

Rin sighed and went on, "I left out Bruce and Thor because subtlety isn't exactly their strong suit."

She then turns to Fury. "Tell me, what do you know about Operation Paperclip?"

Fury's response is immediate and classic. With a sharp exhale, he mutters the word Samuel L. Jackson is most known for:

"Motherf—"