In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

After some time, the topic of Kuroishi Kasumi came to an end.

That's all I know.

Mason leaned back in his chair, a bitter look on his face, and said, "So this is what it feels like to be interrogated... You really have to experience some things firsthand to truly understand them."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Natasha slammed her hand on the table. "I didn't even handcuff you!"

In this respect, she was a good superior. She didn't get really angry even though Mason, who was several levels below her, made a lot of jokes on her. If it were the dog of a boss from the first company he joined after graduating from college, he would probably have told him to get lost while he was in the hospital.

However, this statement should be viewed from two perspectives. A software engineer can resign in anger after being scolded by his boss, but a secret agent can only grit his teeth and carry out a suicide mission approved by his superior with a pleasant smile. It can be considered a different kind of gain and loss.

"Just kidding."

Mason coughed lightly: "Well, now that everything's cleared up, can I find a place to continue recovering? I accidentally twisted my broken leg again while fighting the ninja, and it hurts terribly."

"You can't leave."

However, Natasha suddenly revealed a wicked smile (Mason's subjective impression), and after putting down the documents and pen in her hand, she adopted the posture of Commander Ikari and slowly said, "The organization has a task for you."

This string of words left Mason momentarily unsure whether he was in S.H.I.E.L.D. or the KGB. After hissing, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is it?"

"Agent Cissell, you and Lorna Dane seem to get along quite well, don't you?"

"...Sir, you may not have heard me clearly before. We've only known each other for less than a week."

"Interpersonal relationships aren't measured by the length of time they've lasted," Natasha smiled. "The interrogation of Lorna Dane was handled by Level 5 Agent Gemma Simmons. Throughout the process, she repeatedly asked whether S.H.I.E.L.D. would treat Level 4 Agent Cecil Lee Mason fairly. You wouldn't expect that kind of treatment from a complete stranger, would you?"

So you're actually remembering me? I'd better find a chance to thank you properly.

Wait, Gemma Simmons? That name seems familiar? She's a character from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., a biochemist and technology researcher.

But why put the Ministry of Science and Technology in charge of the interrogation?

In an instant, the phrase he had heard not long ago, "Because I'm a mutant?" flashed through Mason's mind.

So this can actually be a plausible reason...

Mason's expression changed slightly, and he pressed on, "So... what does the department mean?"

Natasha didn't answer directly, but hesitated for a moment before saying, "According to the information the department found, Lorna Dane is a mutant who was discovered by Charles Xavier from the civilian population when she was three years old. She grew up at Xavier's Academy for Gifted Youngsters. At the age of sixteen, she participated in a small-scale battle between the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants, but at the age of nineteen—last year—she left the X-Men for some reason and has been living alone in New York ever since."

"...The bureau is really quick to find people."

Mason scratched his head: "So... what exactly are you trying to say, sir?"

"Simply put, according to road surveillance analysis in Arizona, Lorna Dane's abilities are magnetic field manipulation or telekinesis, and she possessed a strength that could be rated as beta at the age of sixteen. However, at the age of nineteen, her power weakened significantly. Do you know what that means?"

Mason sighed. "Are we going to start talking about the kinds of things only villains in movies talk about?"

"It seems you understand very well."

Natasha said intently, "Lorna Dane is involved in major secrets concerning mutants, and she now trusts you to a certain extent. Therefore, the department will be transferring you to Xavier's Academy of Gifted Youngsters to carry out..."

"Wait, wait, wait!"

Mason waved his hand and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D. can actually send people to that place? And isn't Lorna currently 'running away from home'? What's the connection between all this?"

“It’s simple,” Natasha replied calmly. “Just a few minutes ago, Charles Xavier contacted the director personally, asking us to send Lorna Dane back to Xavier’s Academy for Gifted Youngsters—because of unusual activity by the Brotherhood of Mutants and the Hellfire Club, he’s recalling all X-Men who are currently out in force, and Lorna Dane is on the list.”

"Oh, so I'm basically a freebie in this whole thing, right?"

Mason scratched his head. "But what could I do there? Be a transfer student?"

"What are you talking about, Agent Cecilia?" Natasha gave Mason a strange look. "Becoming a teacher, of course—even though you were recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D. halfway through, you received a scholarship to MIT for four consecutive semesters. Wouldn't teaching a group of teenagers be more than enough for you?"

Mason: "!!!!!!!"

This was the biggest shock he had ever experienced since he transmigrated.

He knew that Cecil had been coaxed into joining Hydra by old man Karen halfway through his college years, but he didn't know that Cecil was attending MIT!

He recalled the incomplete knowledge in his mind—like most college students in the great Eastern country, he had returned a large amount of systematic knowledge to his teachers when he graduated from college… no, even high school. Although he had absorbed a lot of boastful material in his spare time, that level was only enough to casually say a few words in online chat. If you really threw a college entrance examination math test paper at him, the only thing he could think of would probably be kneeling down and begging his ancestors for enlightenment.

Me... I'm going to be a teacher? Really?

No...please don't do this! How about we talk? I'll go and bring back a bag of Helium-3 from the moon for you? Being a teacher or something, I really can't do that!

But Natasha didn't think so. Seeing Mason's silence, she assumed it was some kind of tacit agreement, so she nodded and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. Every now and then, S.H.I.E.L.D. sends people to Xavier's Academy of Gifted Youngsters to teach. Professor Charles really needs this kind of assistance. After all, there aren't that many intellectuals among mutants, and humans rarely dare to accept his recruitment. So, about 30% of the academy's teaching staff is filled by S.H.I.E.L.D.."

"..."

Mason was already drenched in sweat.

Indeed, not every problem can be solved with fists.

Do you need a reason to refuse? For example, angrily declare that you are a righteous person and will never participate in such an evil plan, or even directly turn against S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra.

No... at least not now.

If all else fails, I'll just become a triple agent starting today!

Mason thought it over quickly and finally decided to accept reality first.

But before that, there's one more thing to do.

He took a breath, pushed up his non-existent glasses, and said slowly, "Okay, but Lorna is my brother, my dearest friend and family."

"..."

Natasha pursed her lips and gave him a long, meaningful look: "Want to pay more?"

"Of course!" Mason slammed his hand on the table. "Wanting a promotion and a raise is only natural. What's there to be ashamed of?"

"Let's set off tonight then," Natasha said. "The X-Men's planes are on their way and will be here soon."

"Huh?"

Does this mean they're going to just send me and Lorna to the X-Men?

That's too fast! What's the difference between this and just admitting outright that this person is someone we planted as an undercover agent?

...Wait a minute, it seems like we can't think of it that way.

Everyone knows Professor Charles's abilities; it's practically impossible for him to plant anyone with ulterior motives within his reach—so why not be open and aboveboard rather than sneaking around?

It's more like sending an ambassador than a spy—that's probably the idea.