Fury nodded.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Loki sat across from him, elegantly crossing his legs.
In those emerald green eyes was a playful look that seemed to see through everything.
Fury knew that this God of Mischief had already seen through his thoughts.
Loki smiled.
"Director Fury, you are a smart man."
Fury didn't deny it.
Loki continued, "Big sister has lived on Earth for many years; she likes it here. So, as long as Kingpin doesn't come looking for trouble again, we won't take this small matter to heart."
He paused.
"But—"
Fury looked at him.
"If anyone else dares to harass big sister," Loki's smile turned cold, "I don't mind letting them know what real trouble is."
Fury nodded.
"Understood."
Mavuika brought coffee out from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table.
"Don't scare people," she said.
Loki blinked innocently: "I'm not scaring him, I'm just telling the truth."
Thor had been listening for a while and suddenly spoke: "What are you talking about?"
He looked at Fury, then at Loki.
"What trouble? What impression? Is someone looking for trouble with big sister? Where? I'll go punch him!"
Fury: "..."
Coulson: "..."
Loki chuckled softly.
Mavuika sighed.
"It's nothing, Thor. Just watch TV."
Thor scratched his head but obediently turned back to watch TV.
That chef had already started making the second pizza.
Fury took a sip of coffee, his gaze falling on the balcony.
A woman was sitting there—dark brown hair, leather jacket, looking very exhausted.
"That is..." he asked.
Mavuika said, "Jessica Jones. The woman controlled by the Purple Man last night. Loki broke the control, but her mental state isn't great, so I let her stay the night."
Fury's brow furrowed slightly.
Jessica Jones—he had heard that name before.
Someone who had accidentally gained superpowers and went missing a few months ago; it turned out she had fallen into the Purple Man's hands.
"She needs professional help," Fury said. "S.H.I.E.L.D. has a specialized psychological counseling team that can take care of her."
Mavuika looked at him.
"We will reinvestigate her case," he said. "What she did while under control isn't her fault. If she's willing, S.H.I.E.L.D. can offer her a job."
Mavuika nodded.
"Alright, she's in your hands then."
She stood up, walked to the balcony, and sat down beside Jessica.
The two whispered something.
Jessica looked up, glanced at Fury, and then nodded.
A few minutes later, Mavuika walked back with Jessica.
"This is Director Fury," she introduced. "From S.H.I.E.L.D. He will help you arrange the follow-up matters."
Jessica looked at Fury, a hint of wariness still in her eyes.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Fury nodded.
"Don't worry, we're not here to arrest you. We're here to help you."
Jessica was silent for a moment.
Then she asked, "What about the Purple Man?"
Fury said, "In the hospital. His abilities are gone, and he's lost his mind. He has no future."
Jessica closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"...Okay. I'll go with you."
She looked at Mavuika.
"Thank you," she said, her voice a bit raspy. "Thank you for saving me."
Mavuika gently patted her shoulder.
"Live well."
Jessica nodded and followed Coulson out.
At the doorway, she looked back.
The red-haired woman stood in the living room, sunlight shining on her, her long golden-red hair glowing with a warm light.
Jessica remembered this image.
Many years later, she still remembered it.
The person who saved her had amber eyes.
...
At the same time, in Manhattan.
Natasha and Clint stood on the roof of a building across from Fisk Tower, observing the target with binoculars.
"Target confirmed," Natasha said softly. "Kingpin is in the penthouse office."
Clint put down the binoculars and picked up the communicator.
"Copy that. Preparing to move."
A few minutes later.
The top floor of Fisk Tower.
Kingpin was sitting behind his desk, looking at the city outside the window.
His expression was calm, but there was an indescribable unease in his heart.
Those three people reminded him of things from a long time ago.
When he was a child, he used to stand on the street, watching those much stronger than him bully the weak. At that time, he vowed—one day, he would become the strongest.
He did it.
He became the emperor of the New York underworld.
But now, he felt once again that he might not be the strongest.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
Bullseye rushed in, a rare look of panic on his face.
"Boss, the S.H.I.E.L.D. people—"
Before he could finish, a woman's voice came from behind him.
"Mr. Kingpin, you're under arrest."
Natasha stepped out from the shadows, gun in hand.
Clint appeared from the other side, his bow fully drawn.
Kingpin looked at them, his expression unchanging.
"Just the two of you?"
Natasha smiled.
"Isn't that enough?"
Kingpin was silent.
He knew that if he wanted to resist, these two might not be able to stop him.
He had bodyguards, weapons, and the entire building's security system.
But he also knew that if he resisted, he probably wouldn't have another chance to make a comeback.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power is immense now; since they had come to his door, they must have already found a reason.
If he openly resisted, there would be no room for maneuver.
Kingpin closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Then he opened his eyes and looked at Natasha, saying no more.
A few hours later, Fury received a message from Natasha.
"Director, Kingpin has been contained. No resistance."
Fury nodded with satisfaction.
He turned to look at Mavuika.
"Kingpin has been captured. How do you want to deal with him?"
Mavuika was drinking tea and put down her cup upon hearing this.
"Me?"
Fury nodded.
"He harassed you and your brothers, so the right to decide his fate lies with you."
Mavuika looked at him, a hint of a smile in those amber eyes.
"Director Fury," she said, "are you trying to throw a hot potato at me?"
Fury's expression did not change.
"I am simply respecting the victim's wishes."
Mavuika chuckled softly.
"I have no interest in Kingpin," she said. "He is your problem on Earth, and you should be the ones to solve it."
She paused.
"Hand him over to the court and let them sentence him as they should. As long as he doesn't bother me again, that's fine."
Fury nodded.
"Understood."
He stood up.
"Then I won't disturb you further. Ms. Marvica, Prince Thor, Prince Loki—thank you for your understanding."
Thor was watching a rerun of a pizza tutorial and waved without looking back.
"You're welcome, you're welcome! Just bring some pizza next time!"
Fury laughed: "Certainly!"
He turned and left.
The two walked out of the apartment building.
Outside, the sun was just right.
Fury took a deep breath.
"Let's go," he said. "Back to deal with Kingpin."