"I think Bruce has a point," Steve interjected, crossing his arms. "Maybe we need to find out more about him before jumping to conclusions. We know his power, but not much about his motives or his background. Maybe there's something we're missing."
Tony looked at Steve, then glanced over at Natasha. "You both want to take a more diplomatic approach, huh? Fine. But this guy's power is growing. And if we don't act soon, we might not have the luxury of being diplomatic."
"Maybe it's time we stop looking at him as a threat," Natasha said quietly, her tone serious but measured. "Maybe we need to understand him, understand where he's coming from. That's how we dealt with a lot of threats in the past—by getting to know the people behind the power."
Tony was quiet for a long moment, his mind racing. Finally, he stood up, pacing slowly across the room. "I get it. I do. But I don't want to wait until we're in a situation where we're forced to make a decision we might regret."
Steve stood up as well, his face serious. "Then we need to gather more intel, Tony. If we rush in without knowing everything, we're no better than the ones who created him."
Tony stopped pacing and looked at the others. "Alright, we'll gather more intel. But if things start to spiral out of control, we're not letting him walk free."
Natasha nodded in agreement. "Agreed."
The debate wasn't over, but for the moment, they had reached a temporary truce. They had to figure out Michael White's true intentions—before it was too late.
Just as the tension began to settle, a holographic screen flickered on in the middle of the meeting table—Jarvis's voice cutting through the silence.
"Apologies, sir. But you'll want to see this."
The screen displayed a live news broadcast. The headline read:
"Mass Protest in Central Europe—Crowds Chant 'White Sorcerer is Justice'"
The footage showed thousands marching, waving banners, some even dressed in cloaks resembling Michael's iconic white mantle. The reporter's voice was urgent:
"—And as the footage of the leaked missile strike on New York continues to spread, trust in global institutions is collapsing. Many see White Sorcerer as a necessary force of correction. Others, however, warn of the dangers of elevating such power unchecked..."
Tony's eyes narrowed. "It's already begun."
Thor crossed his arms, frowning. "The mortals rally behind him. They see him as a savior."
Steve spoke softly but grimly. "That's the worst part. If the people are with him… we're not just dealing with one powerful man anymore. We're dealing with an idea."
Natasha's tone sharpened. "And ideas like that—revolutionary ones—they spread. Fast. He's not just a threat with powers. He's becoming a symbol."
Bruce rubbed his temples. "The moment we try to oppose him openly, we risk becoming the villains in their eyes."
Tony grimaced, pouring himself a glass of scotch. "So we can't hit him. Not now. Not like this."
"So what do we do?" Clint finally spoke up from the corner, arms crossed. "Wait until he decides to act again? Let him keep playing god?"
Tony looked at them all. "No. We watch. We track him, we study him, and we prepare contingencies—because I promise you, the moment he crosses a line even his fans can't ignore, we need to be ready."
Steve gave a firm nod. "Agreed. And if there's a chance to reach him… we take it. Because if we don't, this ends with war."
"I think you're all jumping the gun," Thor suddenly said as he entered the room, looking around at everyone. "Why don't we just go to him? Meet him. Talk to him."
"We can't just go and meet him like that," Tony replied, frowning.
"Why not?" Thor challenged, folding his arms.
Hearing him, the others exchanged uncertain glances.
"…Yes, why not?" Clint finally said, shrugging. "It's not like we have a better idea right now."
Steve looked between them, his expression hard to read. "You think we can just walk up to him after all that's happened? After what SHIELD tried to pull?"
Thor strode further into the room, Mjolnir lightly tapping against his palm. "I know pride when I see it. And I know when a man acts not out of evil, but because he's been pushed too far. I've heard enough—this Michael, he was wronged first."
Tony raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the hologram still showing the protests. "He exposed the plan to nuke New York, Thor."
Thor shrugged. "Your kings failed why blame him for exposing the truth"
Clint leaned forward in his chair. "So what, we hold hands and sing Kumbaya? He threatened global leaders, Thor."
"Yet didn't kill them all, did he?" Thor countered. "He could have, by the sound of it. But he didn't. That is not a monster. That is someone sending a message."
"And he only killed those who were about to destroy an entire city—the very one we fought to protect," Thor added firmly.
"It was never his mistake. It was your kings' mistake… and he fixed it," he continued, his voice sharp with conviction.
"Besides, he's powerful enough to wipe out all of Midgard. The power he showed? That was just a fraction of what he truly possesses. So I suggest we meet him—speak with him—and find out why he exposed the rot within your so-called leaders."
The room fell silent as the others glanced at each other.
"Okay then," Tony finally muttered. "Let me call him and see if he's even willing to talk."
He took out his phone and dialed Michael's number.
Ring...
Ring...
Finally, a young woman answered, her voice calm and sweet as she answered the call. "Hello? Who is this?"
Tony cleared his throat. "I'd like to speak to Michael White. My name is Tony Stark."
There was a pause, then a dismissive hum. "So you're one of the man who nearly got us all nuked. What do you want from my young master now?"
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