"There was another reason." Fury's expression remained unchanged. "Her abilities are troublesome. Even the Avengers would find it difficult to truly capture her. As far as I know, you're the only one best suited to deal with her."
Miles met Fury's gaze for a full two seconds, then let out a long sigh.
"Honestly, I admit Selene's abilities are indeed troublesome, but I don't believe you people are truly helpless against that woman... Tony Stark has fallen victim to her before. He must have already prepared mature countermeasures specifically for Selene's abilities. Or you could go to Hank—he knows Selene better than anyone... Yet you came to me."
At that, Miles paused. "Fine. I can provide some 'technical assistance' and cooperate with your operation, on one condition: get the Federal Trade Commission, the FDA, the Department of Energy... and people from at least three other regulatory agencies whose names I can't be bothered to remember, out of Essex Corporation within a day."
Fury frowned. "The Federal Trade Commission? Are you joking?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Because I don't think this should be any trouble for you."
Miles Zero was a psychic Mutant who had developed his abilities to the brink of the Omega Domain. His powers included Mind Control, electrical signal manipulation, telekinesis, and more. He also possessed numerous technologies far beyond his era. In terms of individual influence alone, he was even more troublesome than Tony Stark.
Yet now, Miles was asking Fury to help him settle Essex Corporation's dispute with federal regulators.
"Tell me where you are!" Fury suddenly asked.
"Number Five Laboratory at Essex Corporation," Miles replied.
"I want exact coordinates!"
"No comment. Trade secret." Miles spread his hands.
"Hmph..." Fury snorted. "Fine. Pleasure doing business with you."
"Likewise." Miles waved a hand. "In ten minutes,