Alex POV:
Before I can, Peter jumps in, the words tumbling out fast.
"Uh, so! We found sme clues saying that there was gonna be like a massive deportation of a bunch of kidnapped kids last night, and being responsible teenagers, me and alex rescued them. Ned too! I'm guessing you figured out our secret identities and stuff, after all Alex talked a lot about how good a spy you were and how you would always outsmart and beat the shit out of him..."
Pete let out a fake cough after noticing my glare.
"Erm, yeah, so we split up sometime during the mission, Alex went for the rescue while I held back the reinforcements. I'm not sure what happened on your end, but after I beat up all of them gangsters, I returned to see both of you passed out and the children safe. I called the cops and took back all of the hostages, and I just grabbed you two and left."
"Oh yeah, one of the higher-up officers, I think his name was Captain Stacy, told me to tell you thank you," Ned adds quickly, rubbing his neck. "Said you guys saved his daughter. He sounded really sincere. Like, broke out crying sincere."
That eases something heavy in my chest. The kids are safe. Gwen's safe. The mission is accomplished.
Natasha stands now, straight-backed, presence filling the small room. She doesn't say anything for a long time, just looks between the three of us. Strong, hard glares that are evaluating us. We feel like mice cornered by the big bad cat.
Finally, she speaks. "You two nerds." Her tone sharpens, smooth but commanding. "Out."
Peter and Ned both freeze.
I look at Ned and Peter pleadingly, silently pleading for backup. I recognize the look in Natasha's eyes, and it's the same glare she gives me before relentlessly beating the living crap out of me in training. They shake their heads. Traitors.
Ned sighs in pure dread. "She's scary, dude. Good luck on your own."
Peter gives me a grim pat on the shoulder as they both shuffle out, closing the door behind them.
And just like that, it's quiet again.
Just me and Natasha.
Her arms are crossed now, expression unreadable. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. I can feel her eyes on me, looking through my soul.
Finally, she breaks it.
"Start talking."
I sigh. "You want the short summary, or the full story?"
She gives me a dissatisfied glare.
To be honest, I'm scared. What if she tells Fury, and I'm dissected like an animal? Fuck it. I knew I would have to tell her when I made that decision to save her life.
"Okay, okay. Fine. Screw it. I've already come this far. You're going to figure it all out eventually anyway." I pause, rubbing the back of my neck. "But… you won't tell your higher-ups, right? Please?"
Her gaze hardens. For a moment, I think she's about to walk out or slap cuffs on me. But instead, she exhales through her nose, almost a growl. "I'll think about it."
I sigh in relief.
It's not a yes. But it's not a no either.
I'll take it.
"Alright. Once and only once. It's gonna take a while." I sit down on the bed. "My name's Alex Lee, and ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a hero..."
And then I tell her everything.
Not the meta knowledge, not the other-world stuff. Just the parts of me that mattered. My motivations. The system. My journey to get to this point. The training, the tournament, learning under her, becoming a hero, the incident at the docks.
At first, her face is unreadable, sharp as a blade. But as I keep going, the edges soften. Her eyebrows twitch at the right moments. Her lips part when I mention how close the fights were in the tournament. She actually laughs, just once, low and quick, when I talk about Ned's reactions to me and Pete's supersuits. She gasps at the parts where I almost died.
It's weird. She's not interrogating me. She's listening.
And for the first time since I woke up in this world, I'm not hiding behind some half-truth or cocky quip. I'm just talking. To her.
I'm not even this open with Peter and Ned. Their my best friends in this world, but our conversations are usually casual, never this deep.
By the time I finish, the room feels smaller, warmer. The tension's still there, but it's different- less like a knife at my throat and more like a reassuring hand on my shoulder.
Natasha leans back against the desk, arms crossed loosely now, her eyes fixed on me. "You really are kind of an idiot," she says finally. But her voice isn't cold. It's tired. Soft. Almost... fond.
I chuckle, running a hand through my hair. "Yeah. I get that a lot."
There's a long silence. She studies me, like she's memorizing my face, and I don't look away. For a heartbeat, it's not spy and vigilante. Not teacher and student. Just two people who've seen too much.
All the worries of her being fake wash away. I can feel it in my soul. This connection is genuine. No mask separating us.
Finally, she exhales and shakes her head. "You're still dangerous," she says. "But… I believe you."
The words hit harder than I expected.
I nod. "Thanks, Nat. It means the world to me."
She straightens, the edge creeping back into her stance. "This doesn't mean you're off the hook. You went feral on me, Alex. You almost killed me."
"I know." My throat feels tight. "And I'm… I'm sorry. I don't even remember most of it. But I swear to you, I would never-"
She raises her pointer fingers to my lips gently, and cuts me off.
"Later." She glances toward the door where Ned and Peter are probably eavesdropping. "For now, get some rest. You're going to need it."
I watch her as she walks to the door, her silhouette framed in the soft glow of Ned's bedside lamp. Just before she steps out, she glances back over her shoulder.
"Don't make me regret believing you," she says quietly, while giving me a petty, but genuine grin.
And then she's gone.
I sit there for a long time, staring at the closed door, the silence settling over me like a blanket. For the first time in what feels like forever, I let myself breathe.
I don't know what comes next. But at least now, I've made another ally, no, not just an ally. Something more.
(a/n welp this might get some people mad. Ive gotten like death threats and horrible reviews after making Alex reveal his system to Peter, so idk what kind of backlash telling it to Natasha will bring. However, this fic is in the essence, a fanfic. As a fan of marvel, i want to see the SI/OC interact with the actual world of marvel. If you want an op OC that works individually from the rest of the cast and the outside world, dont read a fanfic. Read like an actual novel or a chinese translation fic. those do edgy op and lone wolf MCs much better then me. Like this pisses me off so much dude. Do people not want to see the characters interacting or smt???? "Oh why did you tell her about the system! 0/10 fic! Droopped!!" like dude. Whatever, rant out of the way. Bye!!!!! cya when i finish my uni apps!)