The American Civil War had finally ended, and somehow, I'd missed most of it.Not because I didn't care—no, because I'd been too buried in my research, perfecting my eye upgrades and recovering from absorbing the Phoenix Force. It turns out that when you're essentially becoming a cosmic deity, the outside world becomes… background noise.
But even I couldn't ignore the news Julius sent me.
George. Washington.Recruited into the SCP Foundation.
I nearly dropped the hologram tablet when he told me.Apparently, while I'd been off rewriting the rules of physics, the Foundation had managed to pull Washington—the George Washington—straight into our ranks. He wasn't an Overseer, of course. His strategic mind was good, but not O5-level. Instead, he'd been placed under O5‑4 – Factorum, Sun Tzu himself. Honestly, a fitting combination. Washington was brilliant for his era, but Sun Tzu was on a different plane entirely.
Still… missing the moment we recruited a literal Founding Father irritated me.I would've liked to meet him myself, but fine. He was Sun Tzu's problem now.
The more important outcome of the Civil War was the sheer number of advantages we'd harvested from it. With the chaos of reconstruction and shifting power structures, the Foundation had used the opportunity to:
Insert spies into the early American government
Acquire enormous financial influence
Secure long-term political leverage
Build foundations for future operations in the Americas
And, of course, prepare for the inevitable chaos that always seemed to surround New York—the future heart of the Marvel world
America was becoming ours. Quietly, invisibly, but certainly.
I opened a holographic call with Julius—O5‑2, Sentinel—the moment I saw the preliminary report.
The blue-tinted projection flickered to life, showing Julius in his usual immaculate suit, seated behind a desk stacked with coded documents. His expression was calm, but the moment he saw me, his eyebrows lifted.
"You finally noticed the Civil War ended," he said dryly.
I rolled my eyes. "Sorry for being busy becoming a cosmic-level goddess. What did we get?"
Julius exhaled, tapping a stack of files. "A lot. Listen closely."
And then he went through everything.
America was now in a vulnerable, reforming state. With our agents embedded in several founding governmental bodies and departments, we effectively had early leverage over:
Treasury policy
Military development
Intelligence services
Several potential senators and governors
And, indirectly, the future direction of American science
All of it quietly, subtly, without anyone suspecting. The Foundation's fingers now ran deep into the bones of the nation that would someday host Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, and every other anomaly‑magnet the universe loved to generate.
"And what about Washington?" I asked.
"He's loyal. A bit confused by the 19th century, but loyal," Julius answered. "Sun Tzu is handling him."
"Good." I leaned back in my chair. "Because America is going to become our most strategically important territory. The Avengers, SHIELD, Hydra—all of it starts there. We need groundwork in place now so we don't get blindsided later."
Julius nodded."That's why I called you. Everything we gained is being sent to your terminal. And… congratulations, Administrator. America is almost fully under our control."
I smirked, eyes glowing faintly with Rinnegan rings.
"Almost. We still have a few decades to finish the job."
The hologram flickered out.
And I began planning the next phase.