Marvel: False God

48: In Look for An Assistant

"Fair enough. Thank you." Enrique gave her a nod and stood up. "Anyhow, I can't sleep. I need a beer."

He walked over to the fridge, opening it, to find no beer there.

"...."

What was Emma Frost doing? Where was the refill for the beer supply?

Sighing and deciding to not annoy her on the night after Christmas, Enrique just decided to go take a stroll in a nearby bar. Bars should be open, but he doubted there would be any customers on this night.

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Enrique had gone to bars a few times in the last few months. There, he had noticed the few suspicious bums that seemed too interested in him.

SHIELD agents, if he had to guess. Fair enough, he too would be interested in him and investigate him if he was in Fury's shoes. Since they didn't bother him a great deal, he let them be.

However, tonight he wasn't willing to deal with them if they were in the bar at all. He was tired after spending time with the girls just a while ago, so he decided to just fly to some other area.

Queens was nearby, and he knew that place better. So he just went there.

– Creak!

Walking into a bar, Enrique's previous hypothesis was proven wrong. There indeed were some people in the bar other than him. Precisely, one redhead.

'She feels familiar.' Enrique couldn't help but think. 'Redhead... Natasha? No, hair is too long and body type is different.'

It probably was just some nobody.

Enrique walked over to sit beside her, in front of the bartender's long table and gave the man a smile.

"Welcome," the bartender, a black middle-aged man with curly hair, spoke while polishing a glass. "What do you want for a drink?"

"A simple beer please," Enrique said with a smile, as his deep voice vibrated across the room. As if the person beside him hadn't noticed him before, she flinched, hearing his voice. "Sorry, did I startle you?"

"N...no, it's fine." The girl, a stunning redhead with droopy, drunk eyes, said. A glass of wine rested in front of her that she was just staring at until now. She picked up the glass and poured the liquid down her throat. "Haaah... another, please."

"You should stop drinking now," the bartender said as he returned with a glass of beer, serving it to Enrique. "Been a few hours since you started. Now nobody's left at the bar. I am gonna have to close."

Enrique took his beverage and drank it, while his eyes were on the drunk girl who hicced. She really did look familiar.

"I- alright." The redhead sighed. "W-what... bill?"

"Let's see," the bartender tilted his head and tried to recall. "Should be $220."

"Ah..." the girl blinked, then sighed. "Alright."

She grabbed her purse and then went through it. Soon, her expression paled, and she slowly looked up at the bartender.

"Ahm... I only have $80." The redhead said in a nervous voice that made the bartender sigh.

Soon, the man shrugged his shoulders a little. "Well, you can always... pay me in another way."

"...Huh? What was that?"

"I am gonna close. After this mister leaves, you can spend the night in the bar with me." He smirked and said. "Simple, right?"

The redhead blinked, tilting her head to the side. She looked confused as she parted her lips to say something.

"Excuse me," Enrique spoke first with a sigh as he took out his wallet. "Here's $250, her cost, along with mine. I'll be taking her from here."

"Huh?" The middle-aged man frowned. "Ugh, kids these days. Looking forward to taking advantage of drunk girls? Leave your cash only and fuck off."

"Sir," Enrique put a hand on the man's shoulders and his eyes shone goldenly. A 'fiss' sound came from his eyes, while his face began to glow from within. "I am being very respectful here."

"Ah- you f-freak!"

– Chiiihungggg!

Two thin beams of plasma shot out of Enrique's eyes that barely avoided the bartender, moving to hit the wine bottles behind him. The glasses shattered with an ear-splitting sound, making the bartender shriek in horror.

Enrique moved to cover the girl in the meantime, with his costume changing into his hero suit, as he put his cape around her.

The glass shards that came flying next couldn't hurt her, though the drunk girl didn't seem to notice anything abnormal, while the bartender had fallen to his ass by then, somewhat bloody.

"Let's go." Enrique picked up the girl in his arms, gently moving her red hair from her face to take a proper look at her face. "Miss Mary Jane."

Without waiting for her response, he walked outside the bar, and then made a long jump.

– Boom!

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Enrique broke through the air and reached above the clouds in seconds. The girl, whose eyes were dazed, regained clarity as seconds passed, and she began to scream in fright at one point. Taking that as a sign, Enrique landed back a few yards away from the bar.

He dropped the shaken girl to her feet and watched her barely stand before he helped her with an arm.

"Huh- ah." the girl blinked and looked around, quickly rubbing her eyes and then taking a step back when she saw Enrique in his full costume. That flight above the clouds brought her sober. "Super..."

"Supernova. Another day, another safe citizen." Enrique reached out a hand. "Nice to meet you."

Though surprised and a bit confused, the girl quickly accepted his hand and shook it. "Ah. I-I just remembered a bit... Thanks for paying for me."

"I want to say you're welcome, but that was just a dumb mistake. It's not smart to stay in a bar alone as a young, beautiful girl. I am sure, if not me, then our Spider-Man would have saved you. But you ought to take responsibility for your own safety." Enrique said his true thoughts and watched her thin her lips with a guilty expression.

"Ah... sorry," she sighed. "I just lost my job, after I broke up with my boyfriend. Since... I was working in his company. Couldn't handle all that, so I came here to relieve myself a little. I am sorry to waste your time."

Enrique's eyes twitched, hearing her first words. "No need to apologize, it's my duty to keep people safe. Miss, may I know your name?"

"Ah..." she blinked. "Mary Jane Watson. Why?"

'So I was right.' Enrique thought. 'By boyfriend, she probably means Harry Osborn. Weird timeline, but she seems to be in her early 20s. By her earlier words, she used to work in the Oscorp. That's a pretty big one.'

"That's what I thought," Enrique nodded. "I have heard about your genius," he hasn't. "That's how I recognized you earlier. Mary Jane Watson, what do you think about a new job at a game company?"

The heroine of Spider-Man who didn't exist in the MCU, the iconic MJ, blinked as she straightened her clothes, standing tall, and looked at him in confusion.

"Really?"

Every evil businessman needed a hot assistant to do work in his stead, Enrique had one in his last world. In this world, this grown-up Mary Jane Watson should be a good enough candidate.

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