Here's a cleaned, fluent, and natural English translation of your passage — keeping the cursing, intensity, and tone intact, but replacing racist lines with strong but non-racist insults.
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Ethan locked his door and headed toward a mall a couple of streets away to buy some furniture for his new home. As he passed by a hotel, a sickly, obsessive voice caught his attention:
"Jessica… I want you to love me — from the bottom of your heart!"
Turning his head, Ethan saw a stylish brunette clinging tightly to a man in a purple suit. The woman's face showed anger, but her grip said otherwise.
Assuming it was just a couple doing some kinky cosplay, Ethan shrugged and started to walk away.
"Jessica, let's play a little game," the man said with a twisted smile. "I bet you can kill that guy with one punch. If I lose… I'll let you go. How's that sound?"
His words slithered like a demon's whisper. Jessica's expression twisted in pain as her body moved against her will. She stepped toward Ethan and swung her fist at his head.
A loud boom echoed — but her pale hand froze in midair. The man's smile faltered, his eyes going wide. Instinctively, his body released a strange viral energy that rushed toward Ethan.
"What the hell are you doing?" Ethan frowned.
All he did was glance at them — did that really piss them off this much? If that punch had hit a normal person, their head would've popped like a melon.
Seeing the girl's face twisted in agony, Ethan muttered under his breath, "What the hell is wrong with you people," and turned toward the mall. He didn't have time to deal with whatever weird roleplay this was.
"Stop right there!" the man shouted.
Ethan ignored him.
"Hey! I said stop, you damn bug!"
That last word made Ethan halt, anger flashing in his eyes. Seeing his power work, the man smirked smugly and barked,
"Now get on your knees and lick my shoes clean!"
The man suddenly felt his vision tilt upward — then a crushing pressure closed around his throat. Gasping for air, he saw Ethan's cold, expressionless face and managed to croak, "He–help me!"
Jessica stumbled toward Ethan, throwing desperate punches and kicks, but an invisible wall stopped every blow inches from his body.
"I really hate it when people talk to me like that," Ethan said quietly. His fingers curled tighter. The man's eyes rolled back. Just when it seemed he'd die, Ethan slammed him to the ground and growled,
"Don't ever let me see you again — or I'll beat your ass into the pavement. Got it?!"
He stomped on the man's head.
"Got it?! Say it!"
"Y–yeah! I got it! I got it!" the man screamed, dizzy and terrified.
Jessica's expression softened. She looked at Ethan pleadingly.
"Please… help me."
"Shut up!" the man roared, his voice filled with rage and panic.
Ethan glanced between them — her face begged for help, but she couldn't speak freely. Something was definitely off.
"Jessica Jones?" he asked cautiously.
She nodded frantically. Ethan looked down at the man. He vaguely remembered Jessica's boyfriend being someone else entirely — this guy didn't fit the bill at all.
He wasn't planning to play the hero… but then the man, pinned underfoot, screamed,
"So you do know her! Then kneel and apologize, both of you! Or I'll make her die screaming in front of you! You worthless piece of trash — I'll skin you alive and make you choke on your own meat!"
Ethan's expression turned to stone. The man sneered, thinking he had the upper hand.
"Jessica! Break one of your fingers. Now!"
Jessica whimpered as her left index finger bent at a grotesque angle.
Ethan's patience snapped. He slammed his foot down hard.
"Why do people like you always have to push it?"
The man's eyes widened in disbelief, his body spasming twice before going still.
Ethan didn't spare him another glance. Jessica was sobbing beside him, but he vanished in a blur of motion.
He wasn't sure if there were cameras nearby — best not to take chances. Without absolute control of the situation, Ethan didn't want to expose himself as a mutant.
In this Marvel world, even a low-tier Superman like him knew there were plenty who could squash him like a bug.
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Meanwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Maria Hill knocked on Nick Fury's office door.
"Director," she said quietly, "the woman you asked me to monitor — Jessica — she's been rescued."
"By who?" Fury's tone hardened instantly. "Was it someone from Xavier's school?"
Though his expression barely changed, Hill had worked with him long enough to sense his irritation.
"I, uh… ran a background check," she said awkwardly. "The guy used to be a hotel test-sleeper, but about ten days ago he ended up homeless. Today, he bought a seventy-thousand-dollar house on Sixth Street — in cash."
Fury frowned. In his mind, the image of Charles Xavier popped up. Two bald heads, but zero mutual respect — just constant rivalry.
Hearing Ethan's details, Fury's first thought was mutant awakening.
He quickly imagined Charles's move — using a newly awakened mutant to free Jessica and bolster the X-Men.
Jessica's mental instability was known, but with a telepathic counselor around, the X-Mansion could easily handle that.
"Damn it… that smug, shiny-headed bastard's playing dirty again."
Hill wisely avoided eye contact with her also-bald boss, pretending to become one with the office air.
Fury sighed after venting his frustration. The truth was, Charles had the money, the power, and the people — picking a fight would be suicide.
"Forget it. Drop the Jessica case. What about Luke Cage — any updates?"
Hill thought for a moment. "He's running a bar downtown and occasionally takes private jobs—mostly cleaning up troublemakers."
Fury nodded slightly, his tone calmer. "Keep watching him. Maybe send someone to make contact."
"Yes, Director." Hill nodded and left to issue the orders.
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Later that day, Ethan finished shopping, picking up a bed and some new clothes.
When he passed the same hotel again, he saw police had already sealed off the street. Frowning, he ducked into a nearby alley to take a shortcut home.
"Why are you still following me?"
He turned and glared. Jessica was there again — she'd been tailing him ever since they ran into each other earlier.
What, does she plan to knock me out and drag me into some twisted escape-room game? Ethan thought dryly, giving her a once-over.
Then, with a smirk, he muttered to himself, "Well… could be worse."