King in Marvel- CH-118. Michael Has a Collecting Habit

"Where are Natasha and Michael?" The hostages had been rescued, and the mission was accomplished. Steve looked around but couldn't find the two.

Steve thought of a possibility and said to Falcon with a wry smile, "It seems they've left. I knew Michael was here to pick up girls!"

Falcon shrugged, spread his wings, and floated into the air, "The mission's over. I'm heading back."

"Where are you going? Do you want to join S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Steve asked, extending an invitation.

"I've already joined Michael's Alliance. " Falcon replied before flying away.

Since Michael had chosen Sam, reignited his fighting spirit, and helped him acquire the equipment to become Falcon, he wasn't about to let Steve poach him. Before arriving, Sam had already joined the Alliance.

Although Steve was disappointed, the outcome wasn't entirely unexpected. He didn't press the matter and instead focused on escorting the hostages with the special operations team.

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"Honey, don't you think you're a little fickle?" Natasha leaned into Michael's arms, her legs wrapped around his hips, moving slowly.

"It's not fickleness—it's philanthropy. Besides, all men are the same. The only difference is that some pretend to be righteous and won't admit it. Either they lack the ability or the courage to act on their desires." Michael said with a smile.

Natasha chuckled, "And what about you?"

"Me? I have the desire, the courage, and the ability. Otherwise, how could I have won you over?" Michael replied, grinning.

Natasha shook her head, "I think you just have a collecting habit. Whenever you see a beautiful woman, you want to add her to your collection. Sooner or later, there'll be more and more women around you."

"Well, I admit I have a collecting habit. But the items in my collection have to be worth collecting, don't they?" Michael pinched Natasha's chin, making her look up at him.

"I should feel proud, then. At least I'm worth collecting." Natasha said, rolling her eyes coquettishly, "But I feel like I'm at a disadvantage. I'm just one of your women, so you'd better make sure I'm satisfied!"

With that, Natasha suddenly flipped over, taking control as she began to ride him.

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It was a sunny morning at the Alliance island base.

The base was beginning to take shape, its outline clearly visible. Michael held Natasha in his arms as a fighter jet appeared beside them. Falcon followed closely behind. In the distance, towering buildings rose into view, with the word "WAR" prominently displayed at the top, impossible to miss.

"Is this the Alliance? It looks almost finished and ready for use," Natasha said, marveling at the island below. It was far larger than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s facilities.

"It should be ready in about a week." Michael said, pointing ahead, "My spaceship is up there, and everyone's gathered there now."

As he spoke, they picked up speed. A large door slid open in the transparent section of the spacecraft, revealing its interior.

Once inside, Michael used telepathy to summon everyone.

Clarice, Chen Haoran, Blizzard, Blacksmith, Professor Lizard, Pepper, and the Dark Elf arrived. Except for Pepper, everyone was dressed in the same black uniform—the official attire of the Alliance.

This was the first time Michael had seen them all together in uniform. The sight was striking, exuding a sense of unity and power. With a thought, Michael's combat suit materialized on his body.

"Natasha, the Black Widow, and Sam, the Falcon." Michael introduced, pointing to each of them. He then introduced the others to Natasha and Sam one by one.

Earlier that morning, Michael had convinced Natasha to join the Alliance. While she had initially hesitated, it wasn't because she didn't want to join—she was worried it might cause trouble for Michael. However, Michael assured her, revealing that S.H.I.E.L.D. had been infiltrated by Hydra and would soon collapse.

This revelation shocked Natasha, but she trusted Michael. She had noticed something was off but hadn't connected the dots. As for Sam, it was simpler—he had already joined the Alliance and was eager to be part of the team.

Michael had one more person in mind to recruit, but that individual wasn't present yet, "Take Natasha and Sam to get their uniforms. They'll look more official in them. I'll be back soon—if all goes well, I'll bring someone with me."

After giving instructions, Michael left.

He headed straight to his room and entered the fighting arena.

Inside, Claire's avatar was lit up. With a thought, Michael summoned her.

"Remember when I said I'd take you to see a new world when we met?" Michael asked.

Claire nodded, "Of course I remember, but I don't understand..."

"Actually, I'm not from your world. I have the ability to travel between different worlds. In my world, there are many people with superpowers. If you use your abilities to help others, you'll be celebrated as a hero. Here, having powers isn't unusual. You won't be treated as a monster or discriminated against. Instead, people will admire and respect you."

"If you want to experience a new world, if you want to be seen as a hero instead of a monster, I can bring you to my world."

"Can I still go back?" Claire asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Michael's words had initially shocked her, but the idea was tempting. If such a world existed, why not go? At least there, she wouldn't have to hide her abilities.

"Yes, you can return, though there are some restrictions," Michael assured her.

"Then when will you take me to your world?" Claire asked, her excitement growing.

"Right now." Michael said with a smile.

He issued a command to the system in his mind. A beam of light enveloped Claire, causing her to panic momentarily. She tried to move but found herself immobilized. Then, a calming energy surged through her, and she relaxed.

When the light faded, Claire looked at herself in confusion. "Is that it?"

Michael wasn't entirely sure either. Claire didn't seem any different.

"System, did it work?" He asked.

[Yes. When you leave the fighting arena, she'll leave with you. And, if you wish, you can teleport her back to the fighting arena at any time!]

"Understood."

This meant that individuals brought from other planes were essentially under his control. If they encountered danger or were trapped, he could teleport them back to the fighting arena—a handy safety net.

[Also, host, once she leaves the fighting arena and enters the main world, the system will generate a random mission in the main world.] The system added.

"Random missions in the main world?" Michael was taken aback, "What's going on? Why are there random missions now?"

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