4 Welcome to New York

'I still think saving his life would make him trust me easier, though finding a situation where I can save his life without actively attempting to put him in said situation sounds a bit difficult, if not practically impossible.'

*I concur, Sir, the best option within the current parameters is still acting in a way that Fury would find out about, without actively exposing yourself to the rest of the world. An Alias, as well as action in a sufficiently covert manner, would be our best option."

'Hmm, an Alias?' It would have to be something nice-sounding and of course, something unused, though depending on our current reality a lot of the names I can think of off the top of my head exist already, like Prometheus or Achilles or even my own name.'

"Oye fucker, why you walking here? Don't you know this is Diablo's block ese?" a rather gruff-looking short, bald Latino man spittled in my face.

"Wow heavy on the theme there pelado, maybe lay off the stereotypes? You know being Latino has a lot more cultural significance than praying all the time or adding `ese` to every other sentence."

"And who the fuck do you think you are? You know what if you wanna run that big mouth of yours why don't you run me your pockets too then, ese?"

"Again with this `ese` stuff, you know that just means `that one` right? You know it's very debilitating towards any positive changes in South American stereotypes."

"..... oh you think you're funny huh?" pulling a blade out of his pocket, the man steps forward "I'm only gonna say this one more time. ~Pasa Los bolsillos puto.~" more equally ugl- rough-looking men standing up behind him.

*Sir, I believe I can help.*

'Help? I was planning on doing this the old-fashioned way, the good old one-two, a few broken legs, fractured sternums maybe de-spleen one of them...'

*As always Sir your methods are... excessively brutal.*

'Ugh, I just had to model you after Ma & Pops huh,'

*And I think they would agree that rancorous violence isn't always the best answer.*

'Fine, tell me your idea Cero'

*Well the circumstances of our survival seem to have given me rather unrestricted access to your physiology, I should be able to put forth changes in your body, possibly your Hypothesis for Human-AI enhancement, things like increasing bio-electric outputs and stimulation of various nerves, sensors, and receptors.*

"Ey, you deaf ese? I said run me your pockets before I make your blood run."

"Yes well give me a second."

'Very well Cero, go ahead, I'm still breaking this guy's leg though.'

*Attempting H.AI.E…*

"Okay, ~directo al fuego~"

"What? ~Quien te crees?~."

Loosely swinging out my left hand, the bald midget swings his knife towards my extended hand. Pulling my right hand back in a fist and making a small step forward with my right foot, a few moments before the knife cuts my hand, I swing a hook towards his ribs, my left hand swinging back away from the blade. The whole movement takes less than a second, Bam! Crack!

A pained grunt and a loud crack the only things preceding the man flying back four feet and slamming into one of his equally bald friends, the man trying to catch him and failing as they both tumble to the ground.

"Well that's new… most of the time it's just a dent a step back and fainting from the pain."

"Puto, we're gonna kill you!"

*It seems that avoiding their permanent rest will require a more precise control of your strength than normal Sir*

"Fantastic, you shall serve as perfect practice!"

"~Matenlo!~"

Casually reloading my arms in homage to a certain super-powered man, I ducked under the fist of the first one, a pivot and a step before an elbow knocked his head up and crushed his teeth.

Stepping left past him, I swing out my right arm around the second man's neck pulling him towards me, a step to the right and a strong pull turning into a front roll over the man's back, my left leg coming down in a strike towards the top of the third man's skull. Crack! Arm still around the man's neck which meant he was now bent over backward following my arm as I had rolled over him. Pulling him towards me I blocked a punch from the final man with his face, following up with a straight kick to his kneecap Snap! His leg bent backward after the hit. Pulling my arm tighter, it became just a game of waiting.

"Thank you for your help random street hoodlum, I shall remember you forever!"

*Sir, initial Information would imply that there was a 36.7% increase in your strength, speed, dexterity, and reflexes. By all means, you are operating at predicted levels, it seems your theories were correct Sir.*

'Perfect, keep a track of my vitals and any deviations in my body'

Thump! The final man finally loses consciousness making me drop him to the ground.

'Now to take their money as payment and find the DMV finally. Cero keep me on course'

Standing back up after scrounging through their pockets, a mere 820$ richer, and walking over the men on the floor, I can't help but think that in the first few hours of walking up here, this is insanely more fun than what I was doing before, I dare say this is like one of my Daydreams as a kid.

'Now we need to acquire large amounts of funds, a Lab, a hefty amount of raw materials, a cover, a way to save the Asgardian people from Grimace the Ballsackchin, and of course possibly most important of all, an Alias...what do you think of Jinn, Cero?'