I Died And Reincarnated Into Marvel as Goddess Artoria

POV: Nick Fury 'Third Person'

The debriefing room was standard S.H.I.E.L.D. fare: minimalist, all clean lines and high-tech displays. The kind of room designed to make even the most seasoned agent feel like they should sit up straighter. Nick Fury stood at the head of the table, his hands on the back of a chair, his single eye scanning the holographic screen in front of him.

The image displayed was grainy but clear enough to show a striking figure: a tall, armored woman with flowing golden hair, standing in the middle of what appeared to be the streets of Glastonbury, England. Her stance was regal, her armor gleaming in the morning light.

Phil Coulson leaned back in his chair, holding a tablet. "Well, this is new. Last time I checked, Glastonbury's most exciting tourist attraction was a farmer's market."

Fury didn't look amused. "You think this is funny, Coulson? A medieval knight just casually strolled into town, and our best intel is a tourist's blurry smartphone photo?"

Coulson raised a hand in mock surrender. "Hey, at least the knight has good posture. That's worth something."

Fury sighed and turned to the rest of the room. "Alright, what do we know so far?"

An agent to his left piped up. "The appearance coincides with reports of an unusual phenomenon at Glastonbury Abbey. King Arthur's supposed grave was found covered in flowers.....every color imaginable, but none of them match any known species on Earth."

"Flowers," Fury repeated, his tone flat. "So, let me get this straight: a mythical knight shows up, and her calling card is gardening?"

Another agent hesitated. "Sir, the flowers seem to be… glowing."

"That's better," Fury muttered sarcastically, rubbing his temple.

Coulson tapped on his tablet, bringing up a new image. "There's more. Witnesses claim the woman was speaking to no one.....or at least, no one they could see. Some say she was muttering about 'Camelot' and 'restoring the dream.' Others said she was just asking for directions to the nearest bakery. The reports are… inconsistent."

Before Fury could respond, the door swung open, and Maria Hill walked in, carrying a tablet of her own. Her expression was grim, which meant whatever she had wasn't going to make Fury's day any easier.

"Director," Hill said briskly, "we've got a situation."

Fury straightened, his eye narrowing. "What kind of situation?"

"The 'we-need-to-sit-down-for-this' kind," Hill replied, sliding the tablet across the table toward him. "Our orbital satellites picked up something... unusual overnight."

Fury grabbed the tablet, glancing at the screen. His usually impassive face tightened as he processed the image: a massive walled city with a towering castle at its center, its silhouette unmistakably medieval.

"Where is this?" Fury asked, his voice calm but laced with urgency.

"Southern England," Hill said. "Near Glastonbury. It wasn't there yesterday."

Coulson leaned forward, peering at the image. "A castle and a walled city. Built overnight? That's impossible. Even Stark doesn't work that fast."

Hill smirked faintly. "Tell that to the satellites. It's real."

Fury exhaled sharply, tossing the tablet onto the table where the holographic display absorbed the data, projecting a detailed 3D rendering of the city. "Let me get this straight. We've got a knight in shining armor, magic flowers on King Arthur's grave, and now a city pops out of the ground like it's been binge-watching medieval dramas?"

Coulson leaned back, arms crossed. "If this is someone's idea of a practical joke, it's impressively elaborate."

"Impressively annoying," Fury shot back. He turned to Hill. "Anything else?"

Hill nodded, pulling up another image. "We've also detected faint energy readings coming from the city. They're similar to what we picked up from the Tesseract, but more focused, like they're coming from a specific source. Whatever built this, it wasn't cranes and construction crews."

Fury turned back to the hologram, staring at the towering castle at the center of the city. "Camelot," he muttered, almost to himself. "She mentioned Camelot."

Coulson raised an eyebrow. "So… we're seriously considering the possibility that King Arthur….or at least something connected to Arthurian legend…..is involved?"

Fury gave him a deadpan look. "You got a better explanation, Coulson? Because I'm all ears."

Coulson shrugged. "Hey, I'm not complaining. I just thought the weirdest thing I'd deal with this year was Stark's ego."

Fury ignored him, pacing the room. "Alright. We need answers. Hill, send a recon team to the city…..quietly. I want eyes on the ground and drones in the air. If this thing is connected to the woman in the armor, I want to know how."

Hill nodded. "Already assembling a team, sir."

Fury turned to Coulson. "We're going to Glastonbury. Talk to the locals, see if anyone got a better look at our mystery knight. And Coulson?"

"Yes, sir?"

"If she starts swinging that lance around, duck."

Coulson grinned. "Noted. Anything else?"

"Yeah," Fury said, his tone dry. "If we run into Merlin, you tell him I'm not in the mood for riddles."

Coulson chuckled, rising from his seat. "I'll keep that in mind."

As the agents dispersed, Fury lingered by the holographic display, staring at the image of the castle. His mind raced with questions, but one thing was certain: this wasn't just another anomaly. Something big was coming, and for once, even Fury didn't know what to expect.

"Camelot," he muttered again, shaking his head. "Just what we needed. Another myth trying to make itself real." Fury shuts off the display, following Coulson out the room.

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POV: Artoria Pendragon

I am now standing in my room deciding what to wear for my first impression with S.H.I.E.L.D. and possibly the director himself….. Who am I kidding? He's definitely going to be here.

"Probably should just wear my goddess armor. It is the most Kingly attire that I have in my possession, other than Saber's and Artoria Avalon's armor. " I nod my head approving of my own choice.

My face then turns to a much less animated visage. "When is S.H.I.E.L.D. going to arrive Raphael?" my tone of voice changed to what I once used as a King, radiating strength and royalty, though there isn't as much of a lack of emotion as before. Most likely stemming from my previous life and Castoria.

I dematerialize the armor and clothes I am wearing, afterward materializing my Goddess armor. The golden crown atop my head glistened in the sunlight shining through my window. "So, how will I greet S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Original Artoria would never forgive me if I greeted them personally at the gates.

"Raphael, is there a way for me to summon enforcement knights to serve as my main force until I summon the others?" I ask, checking to make sure all of my armor is in place, and that my cape will not impede my movement.

[ It is possible for you to summon the enforcement knights since they were so closely related to the history of your being. After you fully assimilated with Goddess Rhongomyniad, you are able to use any powers she has ever acquired throughout her lifespan. That includes the power of the Holy Grail since it was in her possession at one point, bringing with it not only the power to summon the Round Table Knights but also will allow you to bestow gifts onto your allies similar to Round of Avalon. ]

I finish my preparations and start walking through the halls of Camelot towards the balcony facing the main plaza of the castle. I school my expression and demeanor to fit someone of royalty.

I summon Rhongomyniad in my gauntlet-covered hand, the connection to the world always helps me to relax, like Rhongomyniad itself is comforting me. It seems as Rhongomyniad's outer shell has recovered from building Camelot and has returned to the spear.

A feeling of nervousness wells up inside of me wondering if these knights will want to follow me as their king. But I quickly forget it, I must have faith in my knights. This time I am wanting to build a better kingdom and give hope to all of humanity. I can't be a perfect king, but I can do everything I can to protect humanity and give them happier lives.

I look out the windows of my castle as I stride to summon old allies.

The morning sun beamed over the newly built walls of Camelot, casting golden rays across its pristine streets. The castle, gleaming with a brilliance befitting the ideal kingdom, stood tall and proud, its beauty a testament to the sheer power of Rhongomyniad.

High above the plaza below, I, Artoria Pendragon, clad in my azure and silver armor, stepped onto the grand balcony overlooking the heart of my reconstructed Camelot. The staff of Rhongomyniad rested in my hand, its shell glowing faintly with divine energy.

Despite the majesty of my kingdom, I let out a tired sigh, my breath curling in the cool morning air.

"An entire kingdom in one night," I murmured, brushing a strand of golden hair behind my ear. Her light green eyes scanned the horizon where a distant black aircrafts, bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. insignia, cut through the sky. "And already only minutes away, Marvelous."

My lips pursed, and I placed a gloved hand on the balcony railing, my tone shifting from royal composure to quiet exasperation.

"Truly, this age wastes no time. I've barely had a moment to appreciate the tapestry work in the throne room."

With a shake of my head, I straightened my posture, my regal demeanor returning. If Camelot was to exist anew in this strange era, it could not afford to falter so early. Yet, meeting these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents personally felt... improper for a king. A king should inspire through delegation, not micromanage.

I raised Rhongomyniad high, its golden light intensifying, and called out in her commanding voice.

"Let the Grail's blessing and the Lance that shines to the ends of the world answer my will. I summon knights to defend this kingdom….not with violence, but with wisdom, discipline, and peace!"

The air around me shimmered as motes of golden light coalesced into shapes. The plaza below was filled with the hum of magic, and in an instant, Hundreds of Enforcement Knights materialized in immaculate armor, each bearing unique weapons: archers with ethereal bows, Halberdiers with glowing polearms, and knights wielding intricate longswords.

I inspected the summoned knights from my vantage point, my expression turning almost motherly. "Well, at least they look the part. You'll greet these agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. with grace and civility, yes?"

The knights together saluted sharply. "By your will, Your Majesty!"

An archer, however, tilted his helmeted head slightly. "Your Majesty, do we... offer tea? Is that the appropriate protocol in this age?"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, muttering under my breath. "Why must I summon knights with questions…"

An halberdier spoke next, his tone a mix of pride and confusion. "If diplomacy fails, shall we display our combat prowess as a show of strength?"

I froze for a moment, then let out an audible sigh. "No. Absolutely not. We're not hosting a jousting tournament. You will invite them into the main hall, offer them seating, yes, perhaps tea, and inform them I will join shortly. There will be no violence unless they strike first. Do you understand?"

All knights saluted in unison. "Yes, Your Majesty!"

The sound of the S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft grew louder as it neared the kingdom. I watched the knights descend into the plaza, some heading towards the gates while others took different stations around Camelot. I lingered on the balcony for a moment, my gaze drifting beyond the walls to the modern world stretching endlessly on the horizon.

My voice softened. "This time... I'll create a kingdom that endures. One without the shadow of perfection, but filled with the light of growth."

Turning back inside, I muttered with a faint smile. "Now, I should probably wear my ceremonial cape. First impressions are important, after all."

The balcony was left empty, save for the faint golden light that still lingered from the King's summoning.