A Rider Kick in Marvel Rewrite

Ace pushed open the door to Pole Pole, the familiar bell jingling overhead. The café's warm interior welcomed him, a stark contrast to the intense battle he'd just finished. Pops looked up from wiping down the counter, his eyebrow raised.

"Where have you been? You were supposed to start your shift after school," Pops said, setting down the cloth.

Ace straightened his jacket, quickly composing himself. "There was an accident on the road. Some crazy traffic situation. I'm really sorry I'm late."

Pops studied him for a moment. The boy looked tired, with a hint of something else—determination, perhaps. But Pops was used to Ace's occasional mysterious absences. He waved a hand dismissively.

"It happens. Just get changed and start work. Those tables won't clean themselves."

Ace bowed slightly. "Thank you. I'll get right to it."

He disappeared into the back room to change into his work uniform, relief washing over him. Another day, another secret kept safe.

Ace changed quickly into his work uniform and emerged from the back room, tying on his apron. The café hummed with its usual afternoon energy, and he began wiping down tables.

The television mounted in the corner caught his attention. A local news broadcast was reporting on the recent incident at the riverbank.

"Breaking news on today's violent confrontation," the newscaster announced. "We go live to our field reporter."

The screen switched to footage of the chaotic riverbank scene. Police tape cordoned off the area, and emergency vehicles surrounded the location.

"This is Jessica Reyes, reporting live from the scene," she announced, her voice sharp and professional. "A violent confrontation has left local authorities baffled. Witnesses describe a scene of unprecedented destruction, with multiple police officers injured and dead."

She leaned slightly toward the camera, her eyes intense. "We are hoping to get insight from Police Captain George Stacy about this extraordinary incident that has left the entire city stunned and searching for answers."

She turned toward Captain Stacy. "Captain Stacy, can you describe exactly what transpired here today?" The question hung in the air, weighted with the collective anticipation of journalists and citizens desperate for answers.

The camera cut to George Stacy, looking weary but composed. He cleared his throat.

"We responded to reports of a strange creature attacking civilians," George explained. "During our engagement, an unidentified armored warrior appeared. Suddenly, a toxic smoke incapacitated my entire team. When we regained consciousness, the creature and the warrior had disappeared."

Back in the studio, the newscaster continued. "Witnesses report scene jumping throughout the city between the monster and the armored figure. At this time, we have no further information about their whereabouts or the warrior's identity."

Ace paused, listening intently to the broadcast while continuing to clean tables.

"Captain, do you have any additional information about this mysterious armored warrior?"

"No comment."

She pressed further. "Is this the same armored figure from the downtown building fire last week?"

"Yes, he did appear during that incident," George replied curtly.

Jessica's eyes narrowed. "Can you elaborate on—"

"I'm not answering any more questions," George interrupted, turning away from the cameras. His posture was stiff, his body language clearly signaling the end of the interview.

The news broadcast continued, but Ace's attention remained fixed on the screen, his cloth suspended mid-wipe across a café table.

"A monster and now an armored warrior. This world has gone crazy. Don't you agree, Ace?" Pops said,

"Huh? Ah, yes," Ace responded, his mind clearly elsewhere.

'This is only the beginning, Pops. Soon, it is going to be an age of super soldiers, gods, aliens, a man in armor, gamma monsters, witches, and wizards. And now, with Dai-Shocker looming in this world. I don't know how this age is going to shake up.' Ace said in his thoughts.

…

The surveillance room at SHIELD headquarters was dimly lit, with screens covering the walls. Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, stood before the largest screen, which displayed footage of Kuuga's latest battle. His single eye focused intently on the blue-armored warrior as he fought against the Frog Grongi.

"So he's blue now," Fury muttered, watching the warrior's movements with keen interest. He turned to face his companion. "What do you think, Agent Romanoff?"

Natasha Romanoff, known professionally as Black Widow, stood nearby. Her presence was both elegant and dangerous, a testament to her complex history. She was a woman of medium height, with striking red hair and piercing green eyes that seemed to analyze everything with clinical precision. Her lean, athletic build spoke of years of intense training and combat experience.

Born in Stalingrad, Natasha had been recruited into the Soviet Union's infamous Red Room program - a covert training facility that transformed young girls into perfect spies and assassins. Her background was a tapestry of espionage, manipulation, and survival. Enhanced by a Soviet version of the super-soldier serum, she possessed heightened physical abilities that made her one of the most formidable agents in the world.

She walked closer to the screen, studying the footage carefully. Her fingers tapped against her arm as she watched the blue warrior's precise movements.

"He's skilled, but green," she said simply. "Look at his footwork. He knows the moves, but he hasn't been in many real fights."

Fury raised his eyebrow, silently asking her to continue.

"The red form is all about close combat," Natasha explained. "Strong, direct attacks. But this blue form is different. It's faster and more agile. He makes up for less power with better speed."

She pointed to where Kuuga was jumping between buildings with amazing grace.

"See how he moves? His jumping ability is incredible. And that staff," she paused thoughtfully, "it's special. He can turn any wooden stick from the ground into that weapon."

"Our lab checked the stick," Fury replied. "It's just normal wood."

"That's what makes it interesting," Natasha said. "It might be part of his abilities."

Nick Fury turned from the screen, his gaze fixed on Natasha. "Could you take one of those down?" he asked, referring to the Grongi creature displayed on the monitor.

"It would be challenging," she said, her voice calm and analytical. "Their biology is completely unknown. Their strength seems to exceed human capabilities by a significant margin."

Fury waited, knowing Natasha would continue her assessment.

"With proper preparation," she continued, "specialized equipment, and a strategic approach? Yes, I could neutralize one." Her green eyes narrowed as she analyzed the creature's movement patterns. "I'd need custom weaponry. Something that could penetrate its skin. Probably a combination of high-impact rounds and potential chemical neutralizers."

Nick Fury nodded, his decision already made. "We'll equip you with whatever you need. Our weapons division is already developing countermeasures for these... creatures."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. "And the armored warrior?"

"That's your primary assignment," Fury said, turning back to the surveillance screens. "Find out who he is. I want him vetted for the Avengers Initiative."

His single eye focused intently on the blue-armored figure moving with surprising agility across the screen. The warrior demonstrated skills that intrigued Fury - raw potential that could be molded into something extraordinary.

"These monsters seem to be targeting specific victims," he observed. "And our candidate here appears to be tracking them."

Natasha listened intently, her posture relaxed but alert.

"Finding the monsters might lead us directly to more information about the armored figure," Fury said. His eye locked with Natasha's, conveying the strategic importance of the mission. "I want you to trace their patterns, understand their movements."

She nodded, understanding the assignment immediately. "Track the predator to find the hunter," Natasha summarized succinctly.

Fury gestured toward a secondary screen showing geographical data of recent monster attacks. "We've mapped their kill zones. They're not random. There's a methodology."

Natasha stepped closer, analyzing the map.

"I'll need access to local police reports, forensic data, and our own intelligence files," she stated.

"Granted," Fury responded. "Just find out who - or what - we're dealing with."

Natasha accepted the assignment and left the room.

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