Marvel x Genshin: Mavuika, The Sun Goddess Rules Asgard — Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Fury’s SincerityYou're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

The morning sun broke through the sparse clouds, casting a dappled pattern of light and shadow across a quiet, remote street in New York.

Nick Fury stood before an inconspicuous brownstone villa, his head tilted back as he took in the building. A small, well-tended courtyard had been carved out in front of the house, overflowing with a vibrant collection of flowers and plants. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, painting the ground in shifting mosaics of gold. When the breeze stirred, the blossoms swayed, releasing a sweet fragrance that filled the air.

Who would ever guess that the Sun Goddess of Asgard lived here?

Fury lowered his gaze and stepped forward.

Natasha Romanoff followed a half-step behind him, her movements silent and fluid. Her eyes, a force of habit, swept across the environment, cataloging everything: the surveillance cameras mounted on the street corner, the potential sniper positions on the opposite rooftop, and the face of every pedestrian strolling down the sidewalk. It was an instinct she could never turn off, not even in a place that seemed so deceptively calm.

Fury pressed the doorbell.

At that moment, Mavuika was holding a ceramic watering can, leisurely tending to her flowers. She wore a simple dress of cotton and linen, her golden-red hair loosely tied back. The dazzling, fiery intensity she had displayed in battle the day before was gone, replaced by a gentle, worldly warmth.

Her fingertips tilted the spout just so, and cool droplets of water fell onto the petals, refracting the sunlight into a thousand tiny prisms. Her brow was soft, her expression utterly relaxed, as if the destructive rampage that had torn through the streets of New York yesterday had never even happened.

The chime of the doorbell made Mavuika pause. She looked up toward the courtyard gate, no trace of surprise in her amber eyes. A faint smile touched the corners of her lips. Setting down the watering can, she wiped her hands on a clean towel and walked over, her steps unhurried as she opened the gate.

Two people stood on her doorstep. One was a tall, imposing man in a black trench coat, his head bald, his face partially obscured by dark sunglasses. It was none other than the current Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury.

The woman beside him was dressed in a sleek, practical black outfit, her red hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her features were exquisite but carried a distant, professional chill. Her posture was perfectly straight, her eyes sharp, her entire being radiating the hyper-vigilance of a master agent.

“Long time no see, Agent Fury,” Mavuika said, the smile in her voice evident. “Oh, my mistake. I should call you Director now, shouldn’t I?”

Fury remained at the threshold, not immediately stepping inside. His single eye was sizing her up. Sixteen years had passed. He had grown old. His left eye, lost to the claws of a Flerken, was now hidden beneath a black eyepatch. His skin had grown rougher, the lines around his eyes deeper, the bags beneath them heavier. In the time it took to climb from senior agent to the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had seen too much, carried too many secrets, and lost too much of himself.

And Mavuika…

Fury looked at her, a strange feeling settling in his chest. She was exactly the same as she had been sixteen years ago. The same youthful face, the same warm amber eyes, the same cascade of golden-red hair. Her skin was still smooth, her gaze still clear, her posture still imbued with an unshakable calm.

Time had not dared to leave a single mark upon her.

“Your Highness Mavuika,” Fury finally spoke, his tone respectful, devoid of the usual airs of his office. “We meet again. You haven’t changed at all.”

Beside him, Natasha was also quietly observing—not just Mavuika, but the small courtyard as well. There were no visible defensive installations, no high-tech security. There were only flowers, plants, and a simple wooden house. It was tranquil. Peaceful.

But the more serene it appeared, the less she dared to lower her guard. The seemingly delicate woman before her possessed terrifying power, enough to effortlessly crush both the Hulk and the Abomination. She was the Sun Goddess of Asgard.

“Come in,” Mavuika said, turning to the side and gesturing for them to enter. She led them through the fragrant yard to a small, round table at its center. A pot of freshly brewed floral tea sat on the table, its faint, sweet steam curling into the morning air.and support the real translator.Read at elysianreads.com This is a stolen translation. You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.

“This is Agent Natasha Romanoff,” Fury began, making the introduction as they took their seats. “My most trusted confidante, and one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s finest agents.”

Natasha gave a slight, precise nod, a polite but distant smile gracing her lips. “Hello, Your Highness Mavuika,” she said respectfully. Her voice was cool and steady, devoid of any superfluous emotion, yet it couldn’t hide the steely competence that was etched into her very bones.

Mavuika inclined her head in acknowledgment. “Sit.”

Fury and Natasha settled into their chairs. Mavuika moved the watering can aside and sat down opposite them.

“For you to seek me out so suddenly,” she began, her tone conversational, “it must be about what happened on the streets of New York yesterday.”

Fury didn’t deny it. “Yes,” he confirmed. He paused, gathering his thoughts. “First, on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., I want to thank you. That… Abomination, the creature Blonsky transformed into, was causing catastrophic damage.”

He leaned forward slightly. “The military had already lost control of the situation. We were on the verge of considering more… extreme methods of intervention. Your arrival prevented a great many unnecessary casualties.”

Mavuika shook her head gently. “There’s no need to thank me.”

“But it’s precisely because of yesterday’s incident that you’ve been noticed by the media,” Fury continued, his voice turning serious. “Right now, the entire country is talking about the ‘Sun Woman.’ Your photos and videos are spreading across every major platform. Some people are trying to dig into your identity, others are trying to find your whereabouts. That kind of attention…” He let the sentence hang in the air. “It must be inconvenient for you, correct?”

Mavuika was silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. “It is, indeed. I went out to buy coffee this morning and had three different people staring at me the entire time. On the way back, someone was even trying to take pictures of me with their phone.”

Fury’s expression hardened. “If you need it,” he said, his tone all business, “S.H.I.E.L.D. can help you suppress this.”

Mavuika looked at him, a flicker of genuine curiosity in her eyes. “Suppress it? Can news that has already spread this widely truly be suppressed?”

A faint, confident smile touched Fury’s lips, but it held no warmth. “It’s not difficult,” he said. “Public opinion seems like an overwhelming force, but if you know the right levers to pull, it’s surprisingly easy to redirect the herd’s attention.”

Mavuika didn’t interrupt, listening quietly as the spymaster laid out his tradecraft.

“Method one,” Fury said, holding up a single finger. “Official clarification. The government, the military, or an official agency like S.H.I.E.L.D. steps forward. We issue a statement, find a plausible excuse. We could claim yesterday’s event was a highly realistic military exercise, or perhaps a scene being filmed for a special effects blockbuster.”

He raised a second finger. “Method two: ignite other topics. The entertainment industry produces countless scandals every day. We find a few juicy stories about a popular celebrity or a politician, and we can change the trending topics overnight. If that’s not enough, we manufacture some economic news: stock market volatility, rising oil prices, new unemployment data. The public’s attention span is finite. If we make enough noise over here, they’ll naturally quiet down over there.”

He held up a third finger, his voice dropping slightly. “Method three. If the first two have limited effect, we have more direct means. S.H.I.E.L.D. has a special public opinion response team. We can coordinate with major media outlets and social media platforms to control the flow of content, throttling the spread of related topics. We wouldn’t delete everything—that would cause a backlash. We would simply lower the heat, letting the story sink to the bottom of the feed, to places where the average user never scrolls.”

Fury lowered his hand and fixed his gaze on Mavuika. “We have many methods. The only question is, what effect do you want to achieve?”You're reading this on the wrong site. This chapter was translated by Elysian Reads and posted for free at elysianreads.com — if you're seeing it anywhere else, it was copied without permission. Read it at the source so the people who actually did the work get the credit.