The SHIELD secret headquarters in Los Angeles was a silent, humming nerve center buried deep beneath the earth. In his stark, minimalist office, Nick Fury looked at his two best agents, his one good eye a sharp, analytical instrument.
"Did you tell Xavier to be careful?" he asked, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Warn him about a possible attack from the Brotherhood?"
Natasha Romanoff nodded, her expression as calm and unreadable as ever. "Already done, sir. But the tension at the mansion seems to be better than before."
"So Xavier's finally done building bridges back with the rest of the X-Men, huh?" Fury muttered to himself.
"Yes," Natasha confirmed. "Though from what I observed, some are still a little hesitant around him. Also, about the child Jack Hou brought to the school… it seems her power is to move sand. We still don't know to what extent."
"Hmmm," Fury mused. "If we base it on Bobby Drake's profile, and if this girl is an Omega-level meta like him, then she could potentially change her entire form into sand. She could be invulnerable to physical damage. Let's keep her on the possible Omega list for now."
Clint Barton, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "About the attacks on the SHIELD bases in the eastern continent. We all agree it was Magneto. But the strange part is, these were higher-clearance facilities. Not a lot of people can even access the intel on them. From what we've gathered, Magneto seems to be more careful now. He wiped every single security blind spot we had. It's as if he already knew which corner to come from, where to attack."
Fury's eye narrowed. "Are you saying we have a leak in our organization?"
"It's not what I'm saying, sir," Barton clarified. "But it's just too precise to be random. That's all."
Fury rubbed his chin, a thoughtful, dangerous look on his face. "Hmmm… no, you're right. There's no downside to being cautious. Build a team. Under your command only. Investigate us. Bring me the report by the end of the year."
"So, should I prioritize this assignment, or…?"
"No," Fury interjected. "Do the missions assigned to you like normal. But make sure you get this special assignment done, too."
"Yes, sir," Barton said with a sharp nod.
Just as the meeting was about to conclude, a knock came from the door. "Come in," Fury called out.
Agent Coulson stepped in, his face a mask of urgent professionalism. "Sir, it's urgent. We got news from our branch in Russia. One of the oil teams has accidentally found the Valkyrie."
Fury's one good eye widened. "The Valkyrie? The one Captain America brought down?"
"Yes, sir."
Fury stood, grabbing his iconic black leather trench coat from the back of his chair. "Let's go," he said, his voice a low, commanding growl. "We'll talk on the jet."
He swept out of the room, Coulson at his heels, leaving Natasha and Clint alone.
Barton watched him go, a slow, amused grin spreading across his face. "The Director has been itching to wear that specific coat for months."
Natasha gave him a sly, sideways glance. "You don't know? He wore it once on the Helicarrier. Though he was sweating like crazy."
They both shared a rare, quiet laugh.
…
Time flowed, and the world outside of the Seven Capital Cities of Heaven turned, oblivious. It was now September. On Peng Lai, Jack Hou stood resplendent in a new ceremonial hanfu, a gift from "Aunty Vivi," a tailor in the Golden Peach whose life he'd inadvertently saved. It was an over-the-top masterpiece of gold and red silk, complete with a flowing, veiled hat that obscured his features. He was fully committed to his new role as the mysterious, inscrutable Sage from a forgotten temple.
He had gathered the residents of Peng Lai that morning. "Listen up, you pig-farming, kung-fu-fighting badasses," he had announced. "For the duration of this tournament, I am a wise, ancient, and deeply profound Sage. None of you will spoil my act. If you do, I will find a way to make this entire island sink into the sea, just for a laugh. Kekekeke."
Then, it began.
A low, resonant chime echoed through the misty mountains. Not just on Peng Lai, but in all the hidden corners of the world. In the frozen peaks of K'un-Zi, in the sun-drenched courtyards of K'un-Lun, in the dark spires of the Spider Kingdom, the bells of the Seven Holy Cities rang out. Seven times.
The initial shake was not of the earth, but of reality itself.
On Peng Lai, the mist shimmered, and the entire island groaned, a deep, ancient sound as it began to lift from the sea, trailing waterfalls that hung in the air like curtains of liquid crystal.
In K'un-Lun, the air became crystalline, the familiar mountain vistas warping as if seen through a flawless diamond. The entire city, from its lowest gate to its highest pagoda, detached from the Himalayan mountain range, floating silently into an unseen sky.
In K'un-Zi, the snowy peaks themselves cracked and groaned, great shards of ice and stone breaking free, not to fall, but to float, a cluster of frozen asteroids in a new, strange orbit.
On Tiger Island, the jungle floor trembled, and the entire landmass tore free from the earth, rising into the sky, a living, breathing island held aloft by its own wild magic.
In Z'Gambo, the green mist swirled into a violent vortex, and the bone-white towers were ripped from their shadowy plane into a world of impossible, bright light.
From the depths of the earth, the ground split open, and the entire subterranean Under-City ascended, its stone and shadow spires seeing the open sky for the first time in millennia.
And in the Kingdom of Spiders, the obsidian towers uprooted themselves, their silver silk bridges stretching and glowing as they tore free from their home in the twilight dimension.
The Seven Capital Cities of Heaven were on the move. They flew through a canvas of pure, untethered space, converging on a single, central point. As they drew closer, the very laws of physics seemed to fray and re-knit themselves. The frozen, jagged peaks of K'un-Zi now overlooked the steamy, mist-shrouded jungles of Tiger Island. The obsidian spires of the Spider Kingdom cast long, dark shadows on the golden-roofed pagodas of K'un-Lun. A new, impossible world, a patchwork of seven different realities, was being born.
And then, at the very center, where the seven borders met, the ground trembled with a final, violent convulsion. From that nexus point, a structure began to rise. It was not built; it grew. It was a colosseum of divine proportions, its architecture a fusion of all seven cities. Its walls were the cold stone of K'un-Lun and the eternal ice of K'un-Zi. Its pillars were the white bone of Z'Gambo and the living wood of Peng Lai. Its arches were the dark obsidian of the Spiders, and its foundations were the damp, ancient earth of the Under-City.
It was the Heart of Heaven. The arena where the champions would battle, standing ready and waiting, open to the impossible sky of their new, temporary world.
From the seven corners of their new, impossible world, the residents of the Capital Cities of Heaven began their procession. They walked toward the convergence, toward the newly risen Heart of Heaven, each city a river of unique culture and quiet judgment flowing into a single, great sea.
The warriors of K'un-Lun, their movements precise, their robes immaculate, wrinkled their noses as they passed the boisterous, laughing farmers of Peng Lai. "The pig stench is hurting my nose," one of the disciplined monks muttered to his companion.
The women of Tiger Island, their gazes sharp and feral, looked upon the docile men of their own city with a familiar, dismissive air, but their judgment was even harsher for the shadowy, skittering figures from the Kingdom of Spiders. "They move like insects," one of the Tiger warriors whispered. "Without honor, only shadow."
The residents of the Under-City, their skin pale from a lifetime without sun, squinted in the strange, new light, their gazes full of a deep, ingrained suspicion for all the surface-dwellers.
In the center of the Heart of Heaven, the leaders of the seven cities came forth. Lei-Kung the Thunderer, the Crane Mother, the Matriarch of Tiger Island, Dog Brother #1, the Bride of Nine Spiders, the eldest of the Cobra elders, and John Aman, the Prince of Orphans. They stood in a circle, their combined power a palpable, humming force.
"The convergence is complete," Lei-Kung announced, his voice the first to break the silence, a calm, authoritative thing that echoed through the massive colosseum. "The main tournament will begin in seven days. In the meantime, the open tournament shall commence now."
The announcement was met with a polite, but somewhat muted, applause. The open tournament was for the small fry, the young warriors eager to prove their worth. The earlier one fought, the weaker they were perceived to be. True masters waited, observed, and chose their moment.
High above the bustling convergence, Jack Hou floated on Zephyr, a shimmering, invisible distortion in the air. He looked down at the sprawling, chaotic new city, his golden eyes taking in every detail. He saw one of the younger warrior monks from the Headband Temple, his face a mask of nervous determination, stepping into one of the smaller, outer rings. His opponent was a wiry, fierce-looking young warrior from the Under-City.
Jack crossed his arms, settling comfortably on his cloud.
"Shall we wait for a while here, buddy?" he said to Zephyr, who let out a soft, affirmative pulse of wind. "Seven days is kind of a long time. So let's just enjoy the tournament for now."
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face, unseen by the world below.
"We'll reveal ourselves at the main event. Kekekeke."
…
The opening of the Heart of Heaven was an event that rippled through the cosmos. The merging of the seven cities created a pocket dimension, a space that was not quite Earth, not quite Heaven, but something in between. This unique loophole allowed the gods and immortals of the Taoist Pantheon to descend, to walk among mortals without breaking the ancient accords.
But they never did. They preferred to watch from the comfort of the Jade Palace.
High above, in a grand hall woven from clouds and moonlight, the gods of the Taoist Pantheon lounged, a massive, shimmering water mirror before them showing the events unfolding in the Heart of Heaven.
Nezha, the Third Lotus Prince, sat beside Erlang Shen, a petulant scowl on his eternally youthful face. Erlang was sipping a cup of immortal wine, but Nezha was drinking something else—a golden, effervescent nectar he had gotten from Apollo, a gift from another pantheon that was a subtle, rebellious act in itself.
"You're drinking that?" Erlang asked, his tone a mixture of amusement and disapproval.
"Yeah, so what?" Nezha shot back.
Erlang sighed, setting his cup down. "What has gotten into you? You've been throwing more tantrums than usual."
"Humph," Nezha scoffed. "It's that Jack Hou. I was the last person to know about him being the reincarnation of Wukong. You didn't even tell me."
Erlang shrugged, a casual, infuriating gesture. "I thought you knew already. Since, if I remember correctly, you were hit so hard by him that you ran back to Heaven holding back your tears."
The air around Nezha crackled. His Wind and Fire Wheels began to spin, a low, dangerous hum filling the hall. The red sash around his waist started to float, coiling around him like an angry serpent. He was ready to fight.
"NEZHA!"
The Jade Emperor's voice was a thunderclap that shook the very foundations of the palace. "This is a banquet. Mind your manners."
Nezha's fiery aura faltered. He glared at Erlang, then at the Emperor. With a final, frustrated cry, he kicked over a nearby table laden with immortal peaches and storm-cloud wine and stormed out of the hall.
The Jade Emperor watched him go, a weary, ancient sigh escaping his lips. He gestured to a group of nervous servants. "Fix the table," he commanded.
The banquet started over. The gods and immortals settled back into their seats, their gazes returning to the shimmering water mirror, ready to watch the tournament that would begin in seven days of Earth time.
…
In the vast, blinding white emptiness of the Arctic, a perimeter of black-clad SHIELD agents stood as a stark, lonely circle against the endless snow. The wind howled, a mournful, ancient sound.
"Sir," one of the younger agents said to Coulson, his voice muffled by his thermal mask. "Are we really setting up a full perimeter? There's nothing but ice for a thousand miles."
Coulson just looked at him, his expression unreadable behind his own mask, a silent look that said, Just do what you're told. The agent, understanding, hurried back to his post.
Coulson turned and walked back into the main command tent. Inside, the warmth was a welcome relief, the air filled with the low hum of advanced scanning equipment. He looked at the main monitor, which showed a live feed from the excavation team working on the frozen fuselage of the Valkyrie. Captain America was his idol. After all this time, after all the stories, to be the one to bring his hero home… it was a privilege.
A voice crackled through the comms. "Sir, we've got a visual. It's… it looks like a star."
Coulson leaned closer to the monitor. "It's the shield," he said, his voice a quiet, reverent thing. "Be careful. Cap usually wore it on his left arm."
An agent beside him in the tent looked at him, surprised. "Cap? You know where he usually wore his shield?"
"Left for defense, right for attack," Coulson answered without taking his eyes off the screen. "Anyway, just be careful."
The agents on the feed began to carefully bore through the pristine ice, their movements slow and precise, treating the frozen tomb with the respect of a sacred site. They were getting closer.
Then, a new, different voice crackled through the comms, this one trembling with a mixture of disbelief and shock.
"Sir… we're getting a pulse."
The entire command tent went silent.
"I repeat, we have a pulse. Captain… Captain America is still alive."
The revelation hit Coulson like a physical blow. His professional mask, the one he had worn for years, shattered. His eyes went wide, and a single, whispered word of pure, unadulterated awe escaped his lips.
"Whoa."
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