Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

The exterior wall of the building.

Natasha used a grappling hook to sneak in quietly.

Silently watching the chaotic battle inside.

His gaze then settled on the interior of the hall.

The scepter of the mind was stuck in the device called "Ultron X," emitting a ghostly blue light.

This must be stopped.

Lorelei looked at the group of men who were crazy about her and gave them a sickly smile.

"That's right..."

"As long as I put on that helmet..."

She staggered toward the control panel, where the helmet connected to the Mind Scepter was located.

That was her final step in ruling the world.

She reached out and touched the cold metal surface of the helmet.

In that very instant.

"Smack."

The lights in the hall went out instantly.

All the indicator lights on the instruments that rely on external power went out.

"Sizzle—whoosh—"

The Ultron X device, which was in operation, emitted a groan similar to a deflated balloon and stopped working.

power cut.

To be precise, the main power supply to the Avengers Tower's Arc Reactor was cut off.

"Well done! You idiot!"

Little Chili, hiding in the secret room, excitedly waved her fist.

"What's going on?!"

Lorelei screamed, and just when she thought she was about to succeed, she was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Now!"

In the darkness, a black figure darted in.

Natasha Romanov.

She had been waiting for this opportunity.

She ignored the men fighting amongst themselves; her only goal was the Scepter of the Mind.

She fired her grappling hook.

"Click!"

The alloy grappling hook precisely gripped the handle of the Mind Scepter.

"receive!"

The motor started, and she forcefully ripped the Scepter of the Mind from its base!

Natasha grabbed the scepter and, without pausing, rushed out of the window on the other side of the building.

Goodbye, boys!

She unfolded her hang glider in the air and swooped down into the depths of the night.

The emergency power supply started up, and the lights came back on.

Lorelei went mad. She stared in the direction Natasha had disappeared and screamed at the group of men who were still fighting each other.

"No!! Give it back to me!!"

"Whoever brings back the scepter will be my prince!!"

This statement is incredibly powerful.

The three men who were attacking Hulk stopped in unison.

They exchanged a glance, and the murderous intent in their eyes instantly transformed into a fierce flame.

"She's mine!!"

Tony Stark was the first to react.

"Friday! All energy to the thrusters!"

Mark 43 shot out like a missile, its tail flames blinding.

"Dream on, Tin Man!"

Thor no longer has his hammer, but he still possesses immense strength.

He casually grabbed a drone hovering in mid-air and rode on its back.

"Fly! Tin Man!!"

"And me!"

Patton also jumped into another suit of armor and manually took over the flight system.

"Run... Hulk, don't!!!"

Hulk watched as his opponents flew away, and, still not having had enough of the fight, he stomped his feet in frustration.

So he took two steps back and kicked off the edge of the building.

"boom!!"

He kicked down a corner of the building.

Using this enormous recoil force, Hulk shot off like a green cannonball towards the group.

……

In the New York night sky, an absurd and crazy chase begins.

Natasha maneuvered her jet glider, weaving through the gaps between skyscrapers.

She glanced back and felt a chill run down her spine.

A massive "Avengers army" followed behind him.

In this situation, she dared not fly in a straight line, so she could only lower her altitude, use various buildings as cover, and frantically maneuver to evade.

Behind her, Tony Stark had lost his mind.

In order to reclaim the scepter and to win the queen's love.

"Open fire! Shoot her down!!"

He gave orders to the steel legion behind him.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Miniature missiles were flying erratically through the streets.

Cars were blown up, streetlights were blown out, and innocent citizens screamed and fled.

Hulk leaps between rooftops, shattering windows of a building with each landing.

Thor rode the smoking robot, rampaging through the air, knocking down countless GG signs.

The entire Midtown Manhattan seemed to have been invaded by aliens once again.

Sirens blared throughout the city, but the police were clearly helpless.

"Mayor! There's been an explosion on Fifth Avenue!"

"Traffic in Times Square is paralyzed!"

"Someone saw Iron Man chasing Black Widow! Thor and Hulk are demolishing a building!"

"Missiles are flying everywhere!"

The mayor was so engrossed in the phone that he pulled out a handful of his own hair.

He listened to the continuous explosions outside, and he was on the verge of collapse.

"What did New York do wrong?! The Chitauri came and tore it down! The Dark Elves came and tore it down! Now the Avengers are coming to tear it down too?! Is New York cursed?"

The secretary nervously handed over the phone.

"Mayor...the police chief says they can't control the situation..."

"Duh! Are you suggesting they take pistols and shoot the Hulk?!"

The mayor snatched the phone away.

He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling, and dialed the number.

That number he swore he would never dial unless it was the end of the world.

"beep--"

"Hello, this is the Water Heroes Rescue Service hotline."

A sweet customer service voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What kind of trouble have you encountered? A. Alien invasion B. Terrorist attack C. Supervillain D. Other."

"D! Choose D!!"

The mayor roared into the phone.

"I want the most expensive set meal! That damn 'divine intervention'! No matter the price! Get Homelander here! Have him stop those lunatics!!!"

"Okay, your location has been pinpointed to Manhattan, New York. Order confirmed, the Seven are on their way. Please keep the call connected and have your checks ready."

night sky.

Natasha felt she was about to collapse.

The glider's left wing was hit by Tony's pulse cannon and was emitting black smoke.

"Damn it... these mad dogs..."

Looking up, she saw that Thor had already jumped to the top of the building in front of her, his arms outstretched, waiting to intercept her.

Turning around, Tony and the Iron Legion flanked him from both sides.

There was nowhere to escape.

"We have no choice but to give it our all."

Natasha gritted her teeth, preparing to adjust her posture and forcefully plunge into the Hudson River.

Just then.

"call out--!"

A sharp arrow shot silently from the side.

Patton.

This sharpshooter has an accuracy that is utterly hopeless.

The arrow pierced the glider's connecting shaft with pinpoint accuracy.

"Snap!"

The hang glider disintegrated instantly.

"ah--!!"

Natasha lost her footing and, like a kite with a broken string, crashed heavily onto the rooftop of an office building, tumbling several times before the impact subsided. She still clutched the Mind Scepter tightly in her hand.

"Cough cough..."

Natasha struggled to stand up, but a piercing pain shot through her left leg. It was broken.

"Give me the scepter of the soul, Natasha. Don't force me to treat you in a worse way."

Tony Stark hovered in the air, his palm cannon aimed at her.

"Thump!"

Thor also jumped down and landed on the rooftop.

Patton followed closely behind, drawing his bow and pointing the arrow at Natasha's heart.

"Give me the scepter, Xiao Na." The voice showed no trace of sentimentality.

Natasha leaned against the railing, clutching the scepter tightly in her hand, her tone filled with disappointment.

"You guys... are really hopeless."

He drew his Glock and was about to fire.

"call out--!"

Patton loosened his grip.

The arrow left the bowstring and headed straight for Natasha's wrist.

Natasha instinctively pulled her hand away.

But then, Tony fired his palm cannon.

"boom!"

The floor beneath Natasha's feet was blown apart.

She lost her balance and fell backward.

That's thirty stories high.

Falling.

The wind whistled in my ears.

She was enveloped in a feeling of weightlessness.

Natasha looked up at her former comrades-in-arms and at the increasingly distant night sky.

Is this the end?

She closed her eyes, awaiting death's embrace.

"call--"

A strong gust of wind swept by.

The expected pain did not come.

She felt herself fall into a solid, warm embrace.

The shower gel has a subtle citrus scent.

Under the neon lights, his features appeared exceptionally handsome and defined.

Her blond hair was impeccably styled, and her blue eyes held a reassuring smile.

"Sorry I'm late."