Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Fury was speechless, stunned by this novel logic.

"You're playing with fire, Homelander," Fury said, suppressing his shock. "You're allowing human civilization to expand so aggressively outwards, which will inevitably infringe on the interests of other interstellar civilizations. This will ignite endless wars in the universe. There are too many forces in the universe that we cannot understand, and this will bring annihilation to humanity!"

"A catastrophe?" Azu sneered.

"Fury, are you getting senile? Humanity is perfectly fine on Earth right now, and the catastrophe hasn't come yet?"

"Have you forgotten the Chitauri over New York? Forgotten the Dark Elves who tried to plunge the universe back into darkness? Or forgotten the Skrulls who nearly enslaved all of humanity?"

Azu pressed forward relentlessly, his powerful aura putting even the seasoned Fury under immense pressure.

"I even know that twenty years ago, that Kree named Ronan launched a planet-destroying missile at Earth! If Carol hadn't been there, Earth would have been reduced to cosmic dust long ago!"

"Hiding under the covers won't stop wild beasts from kicking down your door! Civilization will only survive by constantly progressing and venturing into the universe!"

"Only when humanity's seeds are spread throughout the galaxy will we truly possess the ability to withstand risks!"

"Wait to die, or fight your way to survival. Which would you choose?"

Fury fell silent. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, where he could faintly see the bright lights of the city in the distance.

The Earth has just experienced a catastrophe, and people are still licking their wounds.

If more Chitauri and more Ronans arrive in the future, will Earth be able to overcome every challenge?

He knew the answer perfectly well in his heart.

"Deal." Fury made his decision. "But I want absolute power to appoint and dismiss personnel within the Blade & Soul Bureau. I don't want Vought's public relations department to interfere with my actions."

"Don't get your hopes up, Fury."

Ah Zu maintained that perfect smile, but refused without any mercy.

"You need to recognize your identity as a working-class person."

"The Divine Blade Bureau is an asset of the Vought Corporation. Vought pays salaries, builds spaceships, and provides weapons. Therefore, you must not only listen to Vought's public relations department, but also obey them absolutely."

"But those sissies sitting in offices have no idea about alien warfare!" Fury protested.

"But they know how to package a war," Azu interrupted him coldly.

"But this will seriously affect efficiency."

"Efficiency isn't up to you, it's up to me," Ah Zu decided directly. "It's settled then."

Fury gritted his teeth, but staring into Azu's unyielding gaze, he knew he had no bargaining chips.

Moreover, commanding an interstellar fleet, far removed from the political squabbles on Earth, and fighting for humanity in the universe…

This was simply his lifelong dream.

"Alright, I'll follow the company's arrangements," Fury conceded. He clapped his hands, preparing to end this frustrating conversation. "What about my personal assets..."

Ah Zu feigned surprise, raising his eyebrows as if incredulous.

"Oh, Fury, my friend."

"Let's keep things separate. You've already gotten such a great job, and I've even mercifully used my resources to remove your arrest warrant so you can walk into KFC and eat your favorite fried chicken without any problem."

Why are you still so attached to those material possessions?

Fury's forehead vein throbbed. Those possessions? They represented most of his life's work!

"Well, Homelander," he finally sighed helplessly, "you're a complete capitalist."

"Don't think I'm taking advantage of you, Fury." Azu's smile faded, and his tone became serious. "First, this money doesn't belong to you; it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s public funds. Second, this money will be used entirely for the living expenses of the Skrulls within the Alaska campus."

Upon hearing this, Fury was visibly stunned for a moment.

"The daily food, heating, and medical care for nearly 100,000 Skrulls is no small sum," Azu said matter-of-factly. "You created this mess, so you can't expect Walter to pay for your mistakes."

Fury fell silent. He did indeed feel guilty towards the pacifist Skrulls.

"Besides," Azu suddenly looked at Fury meaningfully, "your green-skinned wife Vara lives there too. You should hope her living conditions are better, right?"

A flicker of emotion crossed Fury's eyes.

He knew that Wara had gone to the Alaskan quarantine zone.

"And besides, she's pregnant." Azu casually dropped a bombshell.

Fury's body jolted suddenly.

"What did you say? Pregnant? Homelander, don't joke about something like that!"

He constantly walked the line between life and death, spending his entire life on guard against assassination and betrayal.

He never imagined he would have children, because in this cruel industry, having children meant having a weakness.

"I never joke, Fury. She found out when she came to our park for full testing. Congratulations, you're going to be a father." Azu raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

Fury's breathing became noticeably rapid, and his brain raced as he tried to process the news.

"At that time, the baby in her womb was in very bad condition."

"The cross-species genetic mixing caused a rejection reaction between the human and Skrull gene chains. If it weren't for me, that child wouldn't be alive today."

Azu looked at Fury's stiff face and smiled slightly: "You can say thank you now, Fury."

Fury was in a state of utter confusion.

Shock, doubt, joy, and worry—a tornado of emotions swept through his heart.

But he knew that Ah Zu had no reason to lie about such things.

"Vara..." Fury lowered his head and murmured the name.

"I have to leave now." Fury looked at Azu, his tone no longer as confrontational as before. "I'll be reporting to Trisolaris on time tomorrow morning."

Azu nodded in satisfaction, indicating his understanding.

"You've regained access to the Alaska campus. Go see her."

"Thanks……"

After saying that, Fury turned and quickly left the office.

……

Alaska, Waterskuru Quarantine Zone.

Fury stepped off Walter's helicopter.

The base gates opened to him, and fully armed security personnel nodded to him; no one stopped him.

He walked through a long white corridor where the temperature remained constant at twenty-four degrees Celsius.

Fury arrived at the base's living quarters and stopped in front of a white door.

He raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the doorbell.

"Click".

The door opened.

A Black woman wearing loose maternity clothes stood behind the door.

"Wara..."

Fury stepped forward and hugged her tightly. He could feel Vara's body trembling slightly, and he could also feel the slight bulge in her abdomen.