Not an Avenger

Nick Fury and Black Widow both chuckle at each other before the leader of SHIELD turns back to you.

"Avengers are heroes. The things you've done so far with those rings, you're just a common criminal," Fury says.

You're disappointed, although you can't really argue with that logic. While your initial intentions were good, you haven't exactly lived up to your own expectations of being a hero.

"So... you're going to lock me up?" you ask.

"It's a possibility," Fury responds.

"Unless I do something for you, right?"

"Right. At least you're not stupid."

"What is it?"

Fury gets up from his seat. He picks something up that was on the floor under his seat that you haven't noticed. It's some sort of syringe gun. Before you can protest, Fury steps up to you, jabs the needle of the syringe gun into the side of your neck and squeezes the trigger. You feel a brief chillness in your neck and Fury withdraws the needle.

"Ow! What was that?" you ask.

Fury then nods to Black Widow, who produces another tube of gel, although this tube is white. She motions for you to hold out your left hand and she covers it with the gel and this time it dissolves the hard, transparent substance around your hand. In about 10 seconds, the hardened gel is all gone and you can move your fingers again. Most importantly, you can use your magic rings again.

"I just injected hundreds of microbots into your bloodstream," Fury says. "If you don't do as you're told, they'll explode inside your body. Don't worry, you're not going to blow up but imagine hundreds of tiny explosions going off in your head and lungs and everywhere else."

You look at Fury as he speaks, trying to assess if he's telling you the truth. He doesn't seem to be lying.

"That's illegal," you say.

"So is brainwashing a young heiress into handing over her mansion to you and using her like a sex doll," Fury responds as a matter of factly. Black Widow is expressionless and she doesn't seem surprised by the statement. You wonder how they could even know about Olivia and what you did to her.

"Fine," you sigh. "What do I have to do?"