Illuminant [Marvel]

"Okay, okay, alright." I dropped the gun. "Fury, how about we skip past these trivial matters? Now, all I ask is for you to stay within a limit, that is two kilometers away from wherever the f*** I am." 

"I don't want you keeping out a folder in my name, okay? I don't want you keeping tabs on me, okay? Then maybe, if things get rough for your powerless agents, I'll help you." 

"You think you get to dictate the terms here?" Fury's voice had a tone, I don't know what but it is commanding, but it doesn't matter shit to me. "I don't ask for favors, and I sure as hell don't negotiate with loose cannons who think they're above the game."

"Above the game? Screw games, man, I AM the game." I scoffed. "Let's not pretend you haven't been paying attention."

"Paying attention?" Fury stepped forward. "You're unpredictable, reckless, and worst of all, you think you're untouchable."

"I'm untouchable, especially by men like you, now if we deescalate this situation, all of us are gonna go home happy, I mean, I could go anywhere in the world in a millisecond, I don't have to stay here, not that you can stop me, and I'm not some Superman, I don't have Kryptonite."

"Is that so?" Fury said. "You think being able to disappear in a blink makes you untouchable? Let me tell you something, kid. The bigger they think they are, the harder they fall. And when you fall, you better believe I'll be there to catch it on tape."

 "Oh, scary. What're you gonna do? Write another secret file about me. Call me a 'Class A nuisance'?" I laughed out.

"Tell me this, what danger level was Ultron?"

"Ultron was a global threat," Fury said finally. "Artificial intelligence capable of wiping out humanity. Something way above your pay grade."

"Yeah, he's not as strong as me, not as fast, yeah, pay grade or whatever the f***. Leave ME alone. You AREN'T my pay grade."

"You think this is about pay grades? Kid, this isn't a job interview. You don't get to choose who deals with you. That's my call."

I shrugged. "Your call? Look, Fury, you've got your hands full with wannabe world-ending threats and spy politics. Me? I'm just out here living my life, not asking for trouble—unless trouble finds me. So why don't you keep your nose out of my business and focus on your little alien invasions and killer robots?"

"I mean what is the point? Why do want to mess with me, I'm an easy target or something?"

"Easy target? Kid, you're the furthest thing from easy. You're a walking liability with enough power to cause an extinction-level event on a bad day. That makes you everyone's business, including mine." Fury said, looking at me like an idiot, well, he looks like that to me.

"I keep telling you I won't do that, goddammit! Why won't you listen? I got a life, unlike you and your 'organization'."

"A life, huh? Is that what you call it? Running around like a loose cannon, doing whatever you want without considering the consequences? Sounds more like a ticking time bomb to me."

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "Oh, for f***'s sake, Fury. I'm not out here leveling cities or starting wars." I scoffed. "all you go on about is 'Loose Cannon', use another word, you uneducated piece of shit."

"Uneducated? That's rich, coming from someone who thinks dropping a gun and mouthing off counts as diplomacy."

I grabbed Fury by the neck. I ran him into the steel walls, "You talk about consequences?" I said through clenched teeth. "You're staring at one right now, Fury."

The agents suddenly began shooting me, but to their surprise, the bullets went right through me, and the hole suddenly filled up with yellow light.

"What the f*** is wrong with you people? I'm a teenager."

He struggled to get words out, the fear finally oozing out of him. "You think you're invincible, huh? Untouchable?"

"I am untouchable by people like you," I said. "And these people?" I gestured toward the agents, who were now too hesitant to fire again. "They're just making it worse for themselves. I'm a damn teenager, Fury. Do you really think this is worth all the bullets?"

"You can't do this… you'll make enemies of everyone… every one," he gasped. 

"Who? Who!"

"Man, I don't care now, you're boring, saying the same shit again and again." I got up, raising my hands. "I'll leave, be peaceful, bro. Peace." I left the place in an instant.

I was now right outside the building, goddamn, Fury doesn't know when to stop. I removed my shirt, revealing a bug, a technological bug. "At least hide it well."

I floated upwards. Flying looks cooler I guess. I closed my eyes, my golden glow escaping my body, blinding anyone who might see it, I took off at unprecedented speeds, forming a massive beam near my take-off spot, and within seconds, I was in space.

"Loose cannon, liability, ticking time bomb," I scoffed, mimicking Fury's words. "Man needs to read a thesaurus."

I glanced down at Earth again, a ball of chaos and beauty all at once. I began taking rounds on surrounding Earth, might piss off NASA but who cares?

It wasn't like I was actually breaking through the sky, just leaving a light show behind. A golden streak painted the sky, visible for miles, I bet. Somewhere, someone was probably pointing up, wondering what kind of cosmic event they were witnessing.

"Who knows," I whispered. "Maybe I'll be the next conspiracy theory. 'The Golden Comet,' they'll call it. Sounds better than 'liability.'"

I continued making weird designs in the sky, much to my heart's content and to piss off any living secret organization.

[3rd POV]

Fury looked at the sky, through his window, a massive frown appearing on his face. "This *****, is that a dick made of light?"

"Is that... a dick made of light?" Fury muttered under his breath, a mix of disbelief and irritation. The agents around him exchanged awkward glances, unsure whether to confirm what they were all clearly seeing.

"Uh, sir," one agent finally spoke up, trying to keep a straight face. "It... it appears to be, uh, anatomically accurate." even he couldn't hold himself together, as he let out a slight chuckle.

"Don't say 'anatomically accurate,' Jenkins," Fury snapped. "That's not helping."

Another agent coughed, poorly hiding their laugh. "Does anyone here know how to shut him down?" Fury barked. "Or are we just gonna sit here while this kid gives the planet its first space-based anatomy lesson?"

"Sir, we're tracking his movement, but he's too fast for any satellite to lock on," Jenkins said nervously. "He's... uh... also drawing a middle finger now."

"What the hell next?" Fury muttered, in 'fury'.

Fury turned away from the window. "What is next, Jenkins? A glowing 'Kick Me' sign? A full-blown fireworks display spelling out 'SHIELD Sucks'?"

"Sir, he's... uh... now writing something," another agent called out.

"SHIELD CAN SUCK MY-"

Fury's jaw tightened as he turned to his team. "If anyone finishes that sentence out loud," Fury growled, "you're on desk duty for the rest of your goddamn career."

[1st POV]

I was still floating in the sky with a big grin on my face, I flashed a bright smile as I looked on my mighty works.

"Man, I'm really out here doing the Lord's work," I sighed, "Art is meant to provoke a sensation after all, it doesn't matter whether positive or negative.

"What next?" I turned to a thinking posture, my chin resting on my hand.

"Maybe it's enough for today."

"Time to go back to civilian mode," I said, brushing off the faint golden dust from my hands.

For now, I'd lay low, keep out of Fury's sight, and maybe even try to enjoy a normal day tomorrow. But deep down, I knew this wasn't the end of it. Fury wasn't the type to let things slide.

Well, f*** him, I landed on top of the roof of my house, I looked to see that the lights were out, maybe it was a power cut. I tp'ed into the house, I sent out light orbs to each of the light bulbs, making them appear as if they were working.

Mom wasn't back from work yet...

I knew I could do more. I had the power, the potential to change things, but it was hard to figure out where to start. I could try to get her out of the endless cycle of work—take her somewhere far away from all the stress, the bills, the obligations—but she wouldn't just leave everything behind, not like that. She had a responsibility to the world too, a life she couldn't just throw away.

Still, the thought of her coming home to the same tired routine always struck a chord with me. She deserved more than the late nights. This makes me feel that I should take Fury's offer, and take some money with me, make Mom relax. 

"Maybe I can make this work," I thought. "But first, I need to decide what I'm willing to risk. For her, for me… for us."

I looked at the clock. Mom wouldn't be back for another hour or so. I had time to think, maybe even time to get this whole mess sorted out before things got out of hand.

But one thing was clear: I wasn't going to be sitting on the sidelines anymore. Whether I took Fury's deal or not, I was going to make things happen.