I am Anthony Starr

"A new script is in the works!"

Under the watchful eyes of Fury, Stark, and Natasha, Wu Yanzu's expression changed.

The perfect smile vanished.

"Anthony..." he murmured the name softly, as if chanting a spell.

"No..." Wu Yanzu raised his head, his eyes reddening, filled with the immense sorrow of "being resurrected" and "things changing".

"Are you alright?" Steve Rogers keenly noticed this, and his tone softened.

"I just remembered something..."

"That's right... I am Anthony Starr."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the entire conference room seemed to freeze.

Tony Stark slowly lowered his crossed legs.

Natasha leaned forward slightly.

Fury's single eye was fixed on him, trying to find the slightest flaw in his face.

"That's impossible," Agent Hill whispered from behind. "Anthony Starr has been dead for a year..."

"I am not dead."

Ah Zu began his performance.

"I remember that storm..." His voice was low and filled with painful memories. "The yacht capsized, the icy seawater rushed into me, and I thought I was going to die..."

"I lost consciousness. I thought it was all over."

"When I wake up again..." He paused, creating enough suspense, "I'll be in a place, uh, I can't describe it."

"Where?" Fury immediately asked.

"A place with neither light nor darkness. I don't know how much time has passed." Wu Yanzu began his most skillful "vague narrative"—the more vague the narrative, the more the other person fills in the blanks.

"Then, something found me."

"What is it?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"I don't know." Azu shook his head painfully. "They erased most of my memories, including what they looked like... I only remember that they modified me, they experimented on me, they gave me this..."

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

"...This power was given to me. This 'curse'."

"When I regained consciousness, I was already on a deserted island. ... I don't know how long it took me to learn to control this power. I learned to fly, and I flew back to the mainland."

"But I've even forgotten where my home is..."

His performance entered the most crucial "self-analysis" stage.

"I've become a monster, haven't I?" He laughed self-deprecatingly. "I've found myself able to hear heartbeats miles away and see your bones."

He suddenly looked at Natasha: "Agent Romanov, your heart is racing. 92 beats per minute... You're nervous."

Natasha's expression changed instantly.

He then looked at Tony: "Mr. Stark, that 'light bulb' on your chest is causing you a lot of pain, isn't it? And you have an old injury on your left knee."

Tony's smile froze on his face.

Finally, he looked at Fury: "Chief, in the inside pocket of your jacket, there's an FNP-9 pistol, 13 rounds, one loaded. And a pager? How retro."

"Fuck you! That's enough!" Fury slammed his fist on the table!

The room was deathly silent.

"I'm sorry." Azu lowered his head, his superb acting skills making him appear very innocent at this moment.

"I was afraid my power would hurt others, I was afraid the world... would see me as a monster. So I hid, like a homeless person, hiding in the shadows of the city. Until today..."

He raised his head, and the light of "belief" rekindled in his eyes.

"I saw a hole in the sky! I saw aliens slaughtering my people... in my city."

"I realized...maybe I'm not a monster."

"Perhaps..." He paused, then uttered the most crucial line:

"...The reason I came back is for this moment."

……

silence.

A long silence.

Steve Rogers, the veteran hero, was the first to stand up.

He walked up to "Anthony," a man who had awakened from his frozen state and was out of touch with the times. In "Anthony," he saw a reflection of himself.

"...Child," Steve's voice softened, "you're not a monster."

He reached out and placed his hand firmly on Anthony's shoulder.

"You are a hero."

Ding!

A voice that only Wu Yanzu could hear rang out.

System notification: The approval of the key figure "Captain America" ​​has been detected! The "hero" persona has been initially established!

Gained a special popularity bonus: +10000!

……

"One taken care of." Wu Yanzu sneered inwardly, but put on a "redeemed" expression on his face.

"...Thank you, Captain. You're the real hero!"

Tony Stark stroked his chin, deep in thought.

He was very skeptical, but damn it, this story... was too bizarre! A rich second-generation who survived a shipwreck was transformed by a mysterious person, hid for a year, and then returned as a hero?

"This script... feels a bit familiar," Tony muttered, but he couldn't find any flaws for the time being.

Only Natasha and Fury remained skeptical.

Natasha doesn't believe in coincidences that are too perfect.

And Nick Fury... he never trusted anyone.

"Alright, Mr. Starr." Fury leaned back in his chair, accepting this "setup," at least for now.

Welcome home.

"We'll handle your immigration status. A large sum of money from your parents' inheritance is in a trust fund. Your apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan... has probably been gathering dust for a year now."

Fury stood up and walked over to Anthony.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. will restore your identity. In return, you'll be available whenever we need you."

Don't worry, it won't get to one o'clock...

"Of course." Wu Yanzu gave a submissive smile. "I need a place... to start over."

"Very good." Fury nodded, then handed over a smartphone. "I've had Agent Hill initiate legal proceedings to restore your legal status. Your trust fund, your assets... are all being unfrozen."

Fury patted him on the shoulder: "Here's an apartment address your parents left you. Go on, kid. Take a rest. New York... thank you."

"We'll stay in touch, right?" Fury concluded.

Wu Yanzu took the phone, inwardly scoffing, "Right, right, too bad my bodysuit doesn't have pockets. I don't carry my phone when I go out, so you'll have a hard time contacting me. But you can shout for help at the sky and see if that makes me happy."

But being new to the job, he had to maintain the image of a sensible "good kid" for the time being: "Thank you, Chief Fury. Thank you all."

He stood up and walked to the conference room door, paused, then turned back and gave the Avengers what he considered to be his most sincere smile.

"If you need me, you know how to find me."

Whoosh-!

He transformed into a streak of blue light and vanished from the Sky Helicarrier.

"...Cool." Stark whistled. "I'm starting to like him..."

"He might really be a hero, Tony," Steve murmured, gazing in the direction Azu had gone.

"He's a mystery, Nick," Nassata added. "Are you sure he really is this Anthony Starr? You know, plastic surgery isn't that difficult."

"The iris scan has already been checked against the database, so there shouldn't be any problems," Nick Fury replied with a dark expression.

He stared intently at the doorway, a sense of foreboding creeping over him, even though the man was behaving well.

"I hope I'm just overthinking it, and that he's a real superhero, not some disobedient ancestor."