At the dining table, three people sat together—Matt, Phil, and Kora—as they ate.
Phil casually asked Kora a few questions now and then.
Nothing too direct.
Nothing too suspicious.
Kora answered calmly each time, keeping her tone natural. From the outside, it looked like a normal Dinner.
Matt, however, had a full day ahead with her, and he planned to make use of it.
At the same time, he wasn't stupid.
He knew he couldn't keep Kora's situation hidden forever.
So while smiling and chatting, Matt was already thinking ahead—quietly looking for a hacker who could create a plausible identity for Kora.
Birth records.
School history.
Basic paperwork.
Something solid enough to fool even someone like Phil Coulson.
Because sooner or later—
Questions were about to get serious.
Matt just didn't expect them to get serious this fast.
Phil suddenly chuckled, looking at Matt and then at Kora.
That laugh made alarm bells ring loudly in Matt's head.
"So," Phil said casually, but his eyes were sharp, "when are you two going to tell me the truth?"
Both Matt and Kora stiffened.
"What truth?" Matt asked quickly, putting on his most innocent expression.
For a split second, even Phil almost believed him.
Almost.
"I checked," Phil said calmly. "There's no record of Kora anywhere. "
Silence hung over the table.
Phil leaned back slightly.
"So tell me the truth, Matt," he said seriously. "I won't ask again."
"I'm not lying," Matt said flatly, keeping his face completely straight.
That answer stunned both Phil and Kora.
Phil frowned.
"Are you lying to me right now?" he asked, his tone turning sharp.
Matt looked at him 'Time for Plan B, UNO reverse!'
"No, I'm following your example," Matt said."You told me you work in a normal company, right?"
Phil paused.
"…Yes."
"But I overheard you talking about killing and neutralizing people on the phone before," Matt continued casually."So why didn't you confess first that you're part of a gang or the mafia?"
He even laughed a little, like it was a joke.
Inside his head, Matt was panicking.
Damn it. Of all people, I had to reincarnate as Coulson's nephew. This man has super-level paranoia.
Phil stared at Matt in silence.
Kora held her breath.
Finally, Phil rubbed his temple.
"…Touché," he muttered.
Then he looked straight at Matt again.
"Listen carefully," Phil said. "I am not some mafia."
"Yeah, I figured," Matt nodded. "You're not exactly scary enough to threaten even old ladies."
Phil's lips twitched despite himself.
Kora tried very hard not to laugh.
"So what was that 'neutralizing' talk?" Matt continued."You some kind of secret agent?"
Phil hesitated for half a second… then nodded.
"Yes," he said. "I'm a kind of secret agent."
Matt raised an eyebrow.
"And I wasn't lying to you," Phil added. "You just weren't ready yet. Remember when I said I'd help you get into my company after you graduate? That company is my organization."
Matt froze.
"So that whole talk was real?" he asked.
"Yes," Phil replied. "As for the killing part—we avoid it unless there's no other choice. We work behind the scenes to keep world peace."
Matt leaned back.
"…Okay. That actually sounds cooler than a mafia."
Phil then looked straight at him.
"So," Phil said calmly, "are you going to tell your secret now? I've been honest."
"You didn't confess," Matt said. "I caught you."
Phil shrugged."So did I," he replied. "Now confess."
Matt sighed.
"Okay," he said. "I have superpowers."
Phil's expression didn't change.
"Since when?" he asked.
Matt raised his hand. Blue, swirling energy appeared above his palm.
Phil's eyes narrowed—but he stayed calm.
"When did this start?" Phil asked.
"High school," Matt answered."Remember that camping trip? When I was almost attacked by a bear?"
Phil nodded slowly.
"At that time," Matt continued, "the bear was about to kill me. I was terrified. Then something exploded out of me. I think adrenaline triggered it."
He swallowed.
"The bear… vaporized. The others ran away. And my wounds healed."
To prove it, Matt picked up the knife from the table and lightly cut his palm.
Kora gasped.
But the wound healed in seconds, leaving no mark.
Phil's eyes widened—for real this time.
"I read a lot of books," Matt said quickly."Powered people get experimented on, locked up. I didn't want that. I didn't want to lose you, Uncle, so I kept quiet."
His voice cracked on purpose.
Phil stood up instantly and pulled Matt into a hug.
"Listen to me," Phil said firmly."No matter what you are—powered or not—I would never abandon you."
Matt nodded against his shoulder, sniffing.
Inside his head, though, he was thinking:
Someone give me an Oscar.
Kora watched the scene quietly, smiling a little.
Phil finally pulled back and looked Matt in the eyes.
"You did good," Phil said, nodding. "Keeping it hidden."
He sat back down in his chair.
"Now," he continued, "Tell me Who is Kora?"
Matt took a breath and told the same story he had already told Kora—the lie about time-jumping caused by a strange stone.
Phil listened carefully, his expression growing more serious.
"Where did you find this stone?" Phil asked.
"I was on my way back home," Matt said."Then I felt something pulling me, like a tug in my head. I followed the feeling and found the stone buried under a tree."
Phil leaned forward."What else do you know about it?"
Matt thought for a second.
"When I first touched it," he said, "I saw three stones."
He raised three fingers.
"One was white with a red line in the middle—that's the one I touched."
"One was completely black."
"And the third was gray, with swirling patterns."
Phil frowned as he clasped his hands.
"And?" he pressed.
"There was a woman," Matt continued. "She called those big stones Di'Allas."
"So, these three power stones are called Di'Allas?" Phil asked as Matt nodded.
"The white stone controls time," Matt said.
"The black one felt like space—distance, movement, teleporting."
"And the gray one… she said it could create things. Like new life entirely."