Marvel: Impregnation System

2 Weeks Later,

"I can't believe you got us into this snobby school Slick." Rocco clicked his tongue while gazing out the window at seeing all of New York's elites dropping off their children.

Right now, the four of them were chilling in their new Cadillac in the parking lot while waiting for Profaci's niece.

"Yeah well, it's good to make lasting connections even if it is with snobby brats." Jake rubbed his eyes in the driver seat though Edward shook his head while munching on a bagel.

"At least we get some eye candy." Edward snickered with crumbs of bagel falling on his shirt.

"You're right about that Eddy." Ricky spoke as a beautiful woman started walking onto the sidewalk with a stack of papers.

*Sigh*

"Slick-and he's gone." Jake was about to warn him until Ricky already left the car.

"Ten says she'll reject him." Bocca side-eyed Edward who shook his head.

"I ain't betting against Slick anymore, it'll only put me more in the hole." Edward sighed as it felt like he was just giving money away when he bet against Slick.

Jake and Rocco started cackling at this before turning their attention to Ricky running up to the beautiful dame walking towards the school.

"Excuse me-"

"Please do not hit on me, you'll only be disappointed and no, I don't need help carrying this stack of papers since I'm strong enough to do so on my own." The woman glared at Ricky who didn't even tense up but simply chuckled.

"Then I guess you don't want this pen that you dropped earlier." Ricky waved a ball point pen as the woman's glare turned into shock.

"When did I-"

"Well, I apologize for interrupting you. I guess you don't want this after all." Ricky shrugged while turning around to walk back to the car as Edward hit the back of Jake's seat in distress since he should've bet.

"W-Wait student, I apolog-"

"No, don't apologize I mean, you're so strong that you obviously wouldn't have dropped this pen so I must be confused in the first place." Ricky laughed, turning around and pocketing the pen.

The woman scrunched her eyebrows but eventually turned to walk towards the class as she swayed her hips ever so slightly.

"The one time I don't bet against him, the one time!" Edward sulked while Jake and Rocco shook their heads as their wallets let out a sigh of relief.

However right before Ricky could cross the street, a black ford pulled up in front of him before the windows slowly rolled down.

"Uncle?" Ricky asked, taking back his foot since the crosswalk was now wholly occupied by a car.

"Hey you can't park here-" The designated crosswalker walked over to the car until the driver rolled down his window.

"IF YOU DON'T WANT YOUR F*CKING TEETH BUSTED IN, THEN YOU BETTER MIND YA OWN BUSINESS!" The driver loudly proclaimed as some passing students raised an eyebrow at this but continued inside as the crosswalk guard flinched and scampered away.

"Slick, how are you on this fine morning." Profaci asked as the driver hurriedly got out of his door to open the door for his boss as well as Maria.

"I'm fine Uncle." Ricky saw Profaci not going in for a handshake but a hug as he reluctantly complied.

Profaci patted Ricky's shoulder after releasing him as Profaci gestured behind him as Ricky saw Maria for the first time.

"This is my darling niece, Maria Profaci."

'Woah.'

The scene was almost cinematic as a beam of sunlight pierced through the window, bathing Ricky in a warm glow. 

Her smile was radiant, each tooth gleaming like tiny pearls, and with a graceful gesture, she tucked a loose curl behind her ear, her fingers momentarily catching the light and creating a mesmerizing dance of shadows and highlights in her dark, curly hair. 

It was a moment frozen in time, a perfect tableau that seemed to capture all of Ricky's attention before the ends of his smirk turned into a large smile.

It's every thread weaving around itself before delicately flailing down all the way down past her shoulders.

Then in the next second, Ricky found himself in her ocean-blue eyes, marveling at their sharp yet subtle allure. 

His gaze then traveled down her slender frame, taking in her petite yet perky stature as despite her attempts to conceal her curves, her clothes only served to accentuate her delicate hourglass figure.

"Hi, I'm Maria and it's a pleasure to meet you." Maria smiled warmly as she looked at Slick who was unapologetically gazing at her entire body.

"Slick." Slick held out his hand as Maria calmly placed it into his but instead of shaking, he gently led it to his lips before delicately pecking a kiss at the center of the back of her hand.

*Ding*

[Mission Received 'Maria Profaci']

Difficulty: Hard

Character Sheet: A

Description: Although Joe Profaci is inclined for you as a marriage candidate for his cherished niece, he will absolutely chase you to the ends of earth to chop you into little pieces if you actually end up completing this mission without marrying Maria.

Objective: Impregnant Maria Profaci as you avoid the constant helicopter parenting of the notorious mafia boss Joe Profaci

Main Mission Reward: 100,000 IP

Impregnante Maria Once:

Rewards: 200 Gacha or The choice of Maria's skills

Impregnate Maria Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Impregnante Maria in her childhood home(Incomplete)

Reward: Epic Skill Coupon

Impregnante Maria before marrying her(Incomplete)

Reward: Legendary Coupon

Impregnate Maria while Joe Profaci is in the vicinity(Incomplete)

Reward: +10 Vitality

Bonus Missions:

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[Do you wish to accept this mission?]

'Yes.'

*Ding*

"The pleasure is all mine~" Slick spoke as everyone, including Profaci, was shocked at this bold gesture as the two bodyguards in the car immediately reached for their guns.

"PUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Profaci let out a maddening laugh while tapping Ricky's shoulder as Maria shook herself into reality as Ricky released the hand.

"I can see it, I can see the Sicilian in you no doubt about it!" Profaci hollered as the bodyguard took this sign to release their hands from their guns though they were still confused, especially Maria.

Literally no man had ever touched Maria and walked away with at least a broken hand and yet before their vision they saw Ricky clearly being praised for his bold attempts.

Maria was also shocked at her Uncle's behavior before looking more closely at Ricky since this man must be important to him.

"Look out for her on my behalf, will you? She's my precious diamond." Profaci squeezed Ricky's a little tight showing he wasn't kidding about this as Ricky nodded.

"Of course Uncle, I'll make sure no one messes with her." Ricky smiled as Profaci let out an internal sigh of relief.

"Good, I'm counting on you Slick." Profaci patted him some more before turning around to Maria who was looking at the school with stars in her eyes.

"Princess, promise me you'll stay out of trouble and come find Slick if you're ever in trouble~" Profaci worriedly spoke as the Princess sighed but nodded before being brought into a hug.

"I promise Uncy~" Maria hugged Profaci as Ricky winked at her and she unconsciously smiled at him.

"Jake, Rocco, and Edward stop hiding, come here." Ricky gestured as the three of them were hiding in the bushes before they flinched.

"Uncle, these are my friends who will be attending the high school with me." Ricky introduced as Profaci looked at the three boys slowly inching forward.

"Are they in your grade or?" Profaci asked though Ricky shook his head.

"They are all seniors." Ricky gestured as Profaci nodded with a smile while patting Maria's shoulder.

"If any of you lot are in my dear Maria's class then look for her will ya?" Profaci asked without asking while revealing what grade Maria was in.

"Y-Y-Yes sir!"

"Of course sir!

"YES SIR!"

Edward was a little louder but they all had good spirits about it which pleased Profaci as he reluctantly got into the car though rolled down the window.

"Princess if you want to come home just come out and a car will pick you up, alright?" Profaci said while gesturing a car behind them to park which it immediately did.

"I know uncy~" Maria whined, wanting to leave as Profaci sighed before nodding knowing he was going overboard but it was all for her in the end.

"I love you!" Profaci spoke as the car started to drive off as Maria smiled and waved back to her uncle.

"Love you too, Uncy!" Maria hopped a little while saying that which warmed Profaci's heart.

"I swear if I could, I'd give that little girl the whole world." Profaci whispered while his driver and the bodyguard smiled at their boss.

"Now take me down to the docks, it seems we got some loose ends." Profaci's demeanor immediately became cold as the white of knuckles tensed.

"Ready for your first day Princess?" Ricky teased Maria a little only for her to roll her eyes while crossing her arms.

"Only Uncle calls me that and anyways what's up with Slick, is that your real name?" Maria strutted her hip as Ricky shrugged.

"It's just what people call me but since it's you Maria, call me Ricky." Ricky smiled as Maria giggled while walking forward to the double doors.

"Then let's go R-I-C-K-Y~" Maria emphasized Ricky's name before lightheartedly purring at the end as he walked after her.

"Oh boy." Jake whispered as both Rocco and Edward let out scared expressions.

"That's actually Princess." Edward whispered as they started to follow Ricky and Maria from behind.

"Do you think it's true that Profaci killed the first guy to ask her out on a date?" Rocco asked Jake though before he could deny it he thought of something.

"You know what, I heard he cut off his hand too since he tried to touch her." Jake scratched his chin as Edward gulped.

"I heard they chopped him into little pieces and fed him to the fishes." Edward whispered as all three of them shivered.

"Agree to save our body parts and not f*ck with Princess?" Jake looked to the other two who weren't nearly as brave as Ricky.

"Agreed."

"Yep."

Ricky walked Maria to her first period class as Jake and Edward entered after her since they had the same teacher.

Ricky waved to Rocco who understood since they would look after Maria as he walked over to his own class before opening the door to see the beautiful woman from earlier writing her name.

"You're late, sit down." She pointed towards the front seat as he complied though twirled his new ballpoint pen as he plopped down onto the chair.

"My name is Ms. Collins and I will be your homeroom teacher for the remainder of your first year at Collegiate High School."

"For the rest of the year I will be your homeroom teacher." Ms. Collins informed them while gripping her pointer.

"I am very intolerant of interruptions and will not hesitate to send you to the office if you interrupt my teachings." Ms. Collins side-eyed all the students before squinting when she saw Ricky waving around her ball point pen.

"Before we start the first lecture, I'll have everyone introduce themselves and say one thing they enjoy." Ms. Collins pointed before the class started introducing themselves.

The students were very quick about their introductions while saying relatively the same interest before it reached the front row as she had started in the back.

Right smack in the middle of the row sat Ricky calmly spinning the pen in his hand while gazing at the ceiling in boredom.

"Student, please stand up and introduce yourself." Ms. Collins' authoritarian voice rang out in Ricky's direction as his eyes turned down to see her beautiful figure which caused a smile.

WIthout further ado, Ricky showed a cheeky smile and stood up amidst the gaze while still twirling the pen in his hand.

"My name is Ricky Luciano and my favorite pastime is admiring beauty in its purest form." Ricky laughed out as he looked Ms. Collins right in the eye while announcing it to the class before briskly sitting down.

"Next." Ms. Collins barely gave Ricky's comment the time of day as another student stood up.

Some glances brushed over Ricky, fleeting and uninterested, while others lingered, their gaze deepening as they grasped the weight of his name. 

To most, the mafia families operated in the shadows, their influence largely unrecognized beyond their tightly knit neighborhoods and cities. 

Instead they were whispered about in hushed tones, dismissed as urban legends or exaggerated tales by the wider public, but those in the know understood the truth.

The government, too, had begun to cast a more vigilant eye on their activities with various agencies turning their focus towards these organized crime syndicates, recognizing the threat they posed to societal order. 

However, the authorities were not alone in their scrutiny as other factions, equally interested in the clandestine dealings of the mafia, monitored their movements with keen interest, each group vying for control or seeking to exploit the situation to their advantage.

Very wealthy individuals and people of high status knew of or had business deals with the mob as it was a very profitable venture to deal in the underworld.

In a typical public high school, Ricky might have blended into the background, his presence unremarkable. But these students were far from ordinary. 

A staggering 98% of their parents belonged to the upper echelons of society, setting them apart from the average teenager.

As Ms. Collins continued her introductions, the rest of the class faded into obscurity. With a brisk stride, she crossed the room to the chalkboard, her purposeful movements signaling the transition to the next topic. 

Her chalk squeaked against the board as she began to write, the sound punctuating the air with a sense of authority and expectation.

"The first period is history and the first semester will consist of the formation of the United States as well as the most notable founding fathers." Ms. Collins spoke while writing someone on the whiteboard.

"When looking at the founding fathers, many tend to start at George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and Benjamin Franklin; however we will be starting out with someone who is often overlooked." Ms. Collins carefully set the chalk before pointing her stick at the name she just wrote down.

"Benedict McCornWick." 

*PFFFFT*

Ricky started cracking up the second Ms. Collins finished as she immediately scrunched her eyebrows at this complete lack of respect.

"Is there something funny Mr. Luciano?" Ms. Collins asked while tapping her pointer on her hand.

Ricky continued to laugh before realizing he was the only one doing so as the other student gave him weird looks.

"Of course there is." Ricky defended his laughter with zero shame as Ms. Collin's eyebrow twitched.

"And would you like to inform the class what that is?" Ms. Collins asked, Ricky shrugging before pointing at the whiteboard.

"That is the fakest name I've ever heard like, I understand the other three but what kind of sorry parents did he have to be named Benedict McCornWick." Ricky pointed out as some snickering started to sound as Ms. Collins gazed at all who did so with a deadly gaze which promptly shut them up.

"I assure you he is real, Mr. Luciano." Ms. Collins spoke while turning off the light and turning on the projector.

A projector lit up which required actual pictures which Mr. Collins promptly put on the center of the console before the projector started showing the images.

"This, Mr. Luciano, is the largest signature on the declaration of independence which so happens to be Benedict's signature, which is evidently fake from your words." Ms. Collins gazed at Ricky who was actually surprised while squinting his eyes at this picture.

As much as he tried to deny it, instead of the supposed largest signature being John Adams, the clear signature of 'Benedict McCornWick' took up half the page.

"Huh, I guess he is real." Ricky scratched his head since although he wasn't the biggest history buff, he clearly didn't remember Benedict nor him being a prominent figure.

"Well, at least you are one to admit your mistakes." Ms. Collins wasn't too harsh on Ricky after seeing him genuinely understanding his mistakes and not simply speaking out for a laugh.

Ms. Collins was a teacher who, in her heart, wanted to teach and help her students succeed so if Ricky geniusly didn't understand something then she wouldn't speak ill of him for wanting to learn.

"Now then let's continue." Ms. Collins returned to her focus to her teaching as she got the next picture of a man riding a horse.

"In 1775, Dr. Joseph Warren summoned Paul Revere and gave him the task of riding to Lexington, Massachusetts, with the news that British soldiers stationed in Boston were about to march into the countryside northwest of the town." Ms. Collins spoke as Ricky nodded along with her words.

While Ricky was aware that his presence could alter the future, he had always believed that the past remained largely unchanged from his understanding. 

However, the mention of this particular character intrigued him. He had no recollection of the individual ever being real or playing a significant role in America's founding. 

This new information piqued Ricky's curiosity, prompting him to delve deeper into the history books to uncover the truth behind this mysterious figure.

"However somewhere around the mystic river did Paul Revere's horse knock him off and mortally wound him and with only minutes to live." 

Then to Ricky's shock he saw a picture of something that was completely different from the history he knew.

Although Ricky was drunk or high throughout college, he was somewhat sober in highschool and remembered some of history which this didn't include.

'What the hell-'

"Paul Revere, with only moments to live, called over a wandering mercenary and begged him in his dying breath to warn the sons of liberty of the Britishes movements." Ms. Collins continued as the next image was shown.

"Benedict took up the act and rode the horse to Lexington; however another dire situation would commence due to the sudden death of Paul Revere." Ms. Collins passionately spoke on the topic while pointing to the image of a man turning back on his horse.

"Now, Dr. Joseph Warren didn't just summon Paul Revere but also William Dawes as he traveled through the longer route; however when came across Revere's body, William misinterpreted the situation." Ms. Collins continued her lecture, projecting an image onto the screen behind her.

However, as her gaze shifted to Hancock and Adams in the image, she paused, highlighting their skeptical expressions. 

"When Dawes saw his friend had fallen, he retreated back in fear of being too late so that he could inform Dr. Warren."

"So when Benedict warned everyone the British were coming, no one believed him as well as the other two founding fathers John Hancok and John Adams." Ms. Collins informed while showing another image.

"Although John Hancock was willing to listen, John Adams didn't believe Benedict and turned him away." Ms. Collins walked to where the projector was being displayed while pointing to one man standing in front of 700.

"When seven hundred British regulars marched down to Lexington, the townspeople as well as both John's became panicked while the minutemen in the town scrambled to ready themselves."

"The British regulars used this chance to set up and fire upon the town while killing twenty 26 civilians and eight flustered minutemen, yet the one who didn't falter was the man who had nothing to do with the war, Benedict McCornWick." Ms. Collins pointed at the small drawn figure of Benedict grabbed a bannonet.

"Seeing the chaos unfold due to their attack, the British regulars sought to move in but by some tactical genius, were held off by this lone man that would make himself one of America's first generals." Ms. Collins walked over to the projector and put on another slide before showing another picture of Benedict rallying the townspeople.

"It is debated even to this day on what made Benedict stay and fight a seemingly losing battle, however many contribute this to the guilt of killing the real messenger but in the end, he stayed." 

"Benedict rallied not just the scrambling minutemen, but even the regular townspeople as he is quoted in that moment to have said 'Men, Women, Children, it does not matter what form you hold nor does it matter where you were conceived since in this moment, this very moment, you are American if you bear your arms!'." Ms. Collins passionately spoke as her enthusiasm started to motivate the teenager except Ricky who was gazing at this weirdly.

"The seemingly lost battle sparked the first win to many in the revolutionary war as Benedict is credited to have saved the American dream we hold today." Ms. Collins turned on the light while turning off the projector.

"Over the next two weeks you will be learning about all of Benedict's ventures before you will be assigned an essay to write about all his deeds and your opinion on his feats." Ms. Collins pointed to them all as they sighed.

For the next two hours, Ms. Collins taught about the history of Benedict McCornWick before transitioning into math.

*RING*

"That is the lunch bell everyone, I'll see you in 45 minutes." Ms. Collins instructed as all the students sat up to leave with one remaining seated.

"Mr. Luciano?" Ms. Collins waved to the thinking Ricky as she showed a worried gaze.

Although Ms. Collins initially didn't have the most favorable first impression of Ricky, she realized she had misjudged him as he asked multiple detailed questions throughout her history lecture and demonstrated a genuine interest in the subject.

However in reality, Ricky was just confused about this individual who seemed so prominent while even being mentioned in regard to George Washington though he still had never heard of him.

"Ah, sorry I was lost in thought." Ricky realized everyone had left before grabbing his bag before flinging it on his back.

"Ms. Collins, if Benedict was as influential as George Washington and Benjamin Franklin why haven't I heard of him?" Ricky asked as Ms. Collins chuckled before grabbing her purse.

"Have you ever seen a two dollar bill before?" Ms. Collins asked before taking out one and handing it to Ricky.

"You see, although we haven't gotten to that part of history, Benedict unfortunately died a year after America was established and didn't enter politics unlike his compatriots." Ms. Collin sighed in regret.

"In fact, his best friend at the time George Washington, desperately tried to convince him to take any other position rather than General but Benedict was thoroughly unimpressed by the roles of power." Ms. Collins pointed as Ricky gazed at the two dollar bill that should've had John Adams on it before he handed it back to her.

"It is a shame as well since the public seemingly begged him to be the first president however Benedict never batted an eye unlike George who reluctantly took up the mantle." Ms. Collins put her purse on the chair before walking over to a book as she strolled back over to Ricky.

"After his death, in grief, all the founding fathers contributed stories of their ventures with Benedict before George Washington personally put them all together into a book, this is a copy of it." Ms. Collins smiled as Ricky weirdly took it.

"Now you should head off to lunch." Ms. Collins smiled for the first time after thinking she had successfully influenced another student as he slowly walked out of the room.

"I could've sworn I've never heard of-you know what, who cares." Ricky was about to kick himself until he suddenly stopped harping on it.

At that moment Ricky shook his head since constantly worrying about this was stupid since history was bound to change with his appearance so why care about a previous twist.

'Whoever that guy was, he's dead now so it doesn't matter either way.'

Meanwhile south of Mexico,

In the cold night of desert country, it wasn't lamps that illuminated the night but torches and pitchforks as those holding it screamed for blood.

"THIS WAY, SHE HAD TO HAVE GONE THIS WAY!" A man screeched in Spanish as a woman limped desperately around a corner.

The blood loss seemingly caused her appearance to distort her figure before it slowly started to morph into someone completely different. 

A striking and enigmatic figure slowly started to reappear which showcased her bright blue skin, a scaly texture, relating to that of a reptilian appearance though it was her eyes that stood out the most, yellow with narrow slitted pupils adding to her already exotic look.

As she fled through the dimly lit streets, the woman clutched her side, feeling the warm stickiness of blood seeping through her fingers. 

The wound, a deep gash from a blade wielded by one of the fanatics, throbbed with each panicked heartbeat. 

The mob behind her was relentless, fueled by their fervent belief that mutants like her were abominations that needed to be purged. The girl knew she couldn't outrun them for long, not in her current state.

However she didn't need to as she finally turned one last corner to see a hotel with a brick wall stacked around it in defense, unlike the other dilapidated surroundings this one was grandiose in its nature. 

Desperation set in as she spotted the neon glow of the hotel ahead, biting her lip as she broke out into a full blown sprint. 

She pushed herself harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her muscles protesting with each step.

Until she finally lunged onto the steps as her conciseness faded, her eyes twitching shut as the hungry mob finally revealed themselves.

"THERE SHE IS-" A man screamed out only for his eyes to register where exactly she ended up.

*Click*

The door clicked open as a man dressed in pristine attire showed himself before looking down with a frown.

*Sigh*

Immediately, the man sighed upon seeing a familiar gold coin in her hands as he took the coin, inspected it, and finally nodded.

The mob was deathly scared as when the man looked up, the entire crowd immediately started to disperse in fear before he motioned to the side as some attendants ran out to get the woman up.

"Welcome Raven, I hope you enjoy your stay at the Continental."