Nick Fury, accustomed to being overbearing, puffed with anger.
His mind had already begun calculating how to "deal with" this arrogant high schooler.
For instance, pretending to agree to his terms first, then quietly taking control of his guardians.
First, drive the Little Brat to despair, then make a heroic appearance himself to "rescue" the guardians.
Make him realize how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, while simultaneously being moved to tears of gratitude and bowing down to him.
For Nick Fury to reach the position of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had done more than just one or two unscrupulous things.
Carrying out such an operation held absolutely no sense of guilt for him!
"Coulson, go and compile all the information on Peter Parker's guardians and his relatives for me!"
Beside him, Natasha knew as soon as she heard this that Nick Fury was definitely up to no good.
Before meeting Peter, she wouldn't have seen any problem with such behavior.
After all, the education she had received since childhood was like this—to achieve a goal, any "collateral damage" was negligible.
But at this moment, whether it was the return of her ovaries and uterus, or the removal of psychotropic drugs that awakened her deep maternal instincts,
Or perhaps the powerful will Peter showed when wanting to protect his family shocked her; she stared at Fury's profile, and the more she looked, the more she found Nick Fury's face detestable, not like a good person at all.
With that thought, Natasha hesitated for a moment but eventually made a decision that went against her identity:
"Director, I must remind you that Peter Parker's abilities are far beyond your imagination. What he showed in the video is just the tip of the iceberg."
Nick Fury turned around somewhat impatiently, his single eye scanning Natasha as he asked:
"Besides being a bit stronger and being able to repair inorganic matter, what else can he do?"
"He..." Natasha took a deep breath before speaking:
"He can also heal the human body, and even regrow severed limbs!"
The moment he heard this, Nick Fury's gaze changed instantly.
His guess was actually true; that Little Brat really could repair the human body!
If that were the case, not only was the Captain saved, but even he himself could have long-term health security in the future!
Agents disabled in missions wouldn't have to be dismissed immediately!
It could be said that as long as he controlled Peter Parker, he could turn all his S.H.I.E.L.D. subordinates into nuclear-powered donkeys in the future!
He could even accumulate even richer political resources for himself through Peter Parker's ability!
Which of those old politicians didn't have some major illness?
If he cured them through Peter... what a huge favor that would be!
With these favors, wouldn't their S.H.I.E.L.D. be able to do whatever they wanted in the future?
At this thought, the anger in Nick Fury's heart was instantly replaced by greed, and his eyes immediately became clear.
If this kid really was that miraculous, then agreeing to these small requests of his wasn't out of the question.
However... he certainly couldn't let him achieve his goal so easily.
He still had to test him first; he had to drive the price down as hard as possible, otherwise, with Peter's precedent, how could he recruit other "Avengers" in the future?
"Natasha..." Fury's voice became exceptionally low, as if he had regained his image as a brilliant and wise leader:
"After he gets out of school, go and invite him over immediately. I want to have a good talk with this child."
Natasha secretly rolled her eyes but still spoke obediently:
"Understood, Director."
...
The night was deep, and the lights were just beginning to come on.
Peter, having settled things with Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei, had just stepped out when he saw Natasha leaning against the door of a black SUV waiting for him.
After a few simple pleasantries, Peter got into the car and followed Natasha all the way to the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Branch.
Looking at the familiar yet strange surroundings, a faint, imperceptible smile touched the corners of his mouth:
Sheepfold, here I come!
In the office, Nick Fury had been monitoring Peter's behavior through surveillance.
Noticing his country bumpkin-like appearance as he looked around, Nick Fury couldn't help but show a disdainful smile.
A Little Brat is just a Little Brat, nothing to worry about!
Thinking this, he subconsciously straightened his clothes and, the moment Peter entered the door, released the aura of someone who had long held a high position, attempting to pressure Peter.
Unfortunately, Peter seemed completely oblivious to it.
He even frowned slightly the moment he saw Nick Fury and couldn't help but look at Natasha and ask:
"No way? The famous Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is actually a n—"
Hearing that forbidden word that almost slipped out, Natasha and Coulson, who was standing by, barely managed to keep a straight face.
After recalling all the saddest things they had experienced in their lives in their minds, they finally spoke curtly:
"Do not be rude to the Director."
On the other side, hearing Peter's bluntness, Nick Fury was so angry his single eye bulged and the veins on his forehead throbbed wildly.
He had lived for so many years, held a high position, and controlled the World's most mysterious and powerful intelligence organization; when had he ever suffered such face-to-face humiliation?
Nick Fury almost snapped on the spot, but considering Peter's ability, he ultimately suppressed the rage in his heart and even had to squeeze out a smile that looked worse than crying, pretending to be magnanimous:
"In fact, Black people in today's society are very successful in various fields. It's nothing for S.H.I.E.L.D. to have a Black Director..."
His talk wasn't finished when Peter interrupted him:
"Stop, stop, stop! I'm not here to talk about this with you. You just need to tell me whether you can agree to my terms, and that's enough."
A cross-shaped vein popped on Nick Fury's forehead; he had about enough of this annoying Little Brat.
He gave a cold snort and decided he should first show off his muscles to this Little Brat:
"Peter, I can understand your current mindset. It's normal for a teenager to suddenly gain great power and thus look down on everyone."
"But you have to know that this World is far less simple than you imagine! There are many things in this World that you simply cannot solve on your own!"
"For example, without my permission, do you really think you can walk out of S.H.I.E.L.D. alive..."
"What are you babbling about?"
Once again, without waiting for Nick Fury to finish, Peter crudely interrupted him.
Buzz~
He opened his right hand, and violent energy rapidly gathered in his palm!
This time, it wasn't just a simple Rasengan.
Peter didn't deliberately control the shape of the Rasengan but instead allowed the Chakra in his body to pour into it frantically.
With the injection of Chakra, the high-speed rotating blue energy ball in his hand expanded rapidly, growing into a huge energy ball with a diameter of over one meter in the blink of an eye.
The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the Energy Detectors around to emit beeping alarms!
Even more terrifying was that this thing was still expanding!
Meeting the horrified gazes of Natasha, Nick Fury, and Coulson, who looked at him as if he were a monster, Peter grinned and showed a harmless, sunny smile:
"I'm leaving now. Try and stop me if you can!"