Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Let's welcome the fast boy from Sokovia... Pietro!!" Before the host could finish speaking, Pietro had already disappeared.

Swish-!

All that remained was a silver afterimage on the stage.

A second later, he reappeared in the same spot.

She now had three extra things in her hands: Tony Stark's sunglasses, Steve Rogers' vibranium shield, and the unopened bottle of whiskey in front of Jessica Jones.

Pietro put the things on the ground, looking arrogant.

There was a three-second silence.

Then a thunderous cheer erupted!

"It's too fast! I can't see it at all!!"

"Speed ​​Force! Is this the fucking Speed ​​Force?!"

The audience members were buzzing with discussion.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The three lights turned on almost simultaneously.

Speedsters of this caliber are strategic resources that no team can refuse.

"Hey kid, give me back my sunglasses." Tony, sporting a messy frizzy hairstyle, said, "You messed up my hair, but this speed... I admit, faster than my Mark armor. Come here, I'll make you even faster."

"No." Pietro looked coldly at Tony and uttered a single word stiffly.

He then looked at Steve: "I'm not going to your place either."

Finally, he turned his gaze to Jessica and placed the bottle of whiskey back on her table.

"I want to join your team."

Pietro's reasoning is simple.

He had studied this woman at the base in Sokovia; this woman, formerly known as Queen Jones and now called Jumbo Woman, was Homelander's closest teammate. There were even rumors that she was Homelander's lover.

Jessica is the best springboard to get close to Homelander and to dismantle this hypocritical superhero empire from within.

Jessica raised an eyebrow and picked up her whiskey. "A wise choice. Welcome, Pietro."

If Pietro was the coolest guy in the room, then the next one is the most... indescribable.

"Hey everyone! I'm your friendly neighbor—Captain Logan!"

Accompanied by a burst of upbeat pop music, Wade Wilson, dressed in a red and black bodysuit, swayed his hips as he rushed onto the stage.

"I wanna see you out that door, Baby bye bye bye!"

Wade danced wildly on stage, his hips swaying so violently that the director had to give him a close-up.

"What kind of dance is that...?" Steve Rogers' senses were struck. "It looks... pretty exciting?"

"Whoever he is, he dances well." Tony watched with great interest, swaying his head to the rhythm. "I must admit, this kid has a nice ass, just as good as yours, Captain."

While jumping, Wade struck various poses for the camera, ending his performance with a flamboyant butt-grabbing gesture.

"Thank you! Thank you everyone! I'm Wade! But I prefer you call me that sexy bombshell in the red bodysuit!"

He suddenly covered his mouth and nose with one hand, pointed at Steve Rogers with the other, and his voice trembled with excitement.

"Oh my god! It's Captain America! Real! Alive!!"

"Captain! I'm your biggest fan! I've read all your comics! I even bought the same underwear as you! I know you and I wear the same size!"

Wade gave Steve a very poorly executed military salute.

"I want to salute you! Could you say 'Avengers Assemble' to me?"

Steve looked embarrassed, but still nodded politely: "Uh... hello, Wade. Your dance... was very energetic."

"So, what are your abilities?" Jessica interrupted him impatiently. "Besides wiggling my butt and talking nonsense."

"Oh! Good question, Your Majesty!"

Wade pulled out two samurai swords from behind his back with a "whoosh".

Before anyone could react, Wade suddenly gripped the knife in his other hand and pointed it at his ribs...

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Two knives were plunged straight into his ribs!

The blood instantly made his red battle suit even redder.

"ah--!!"

A terrified scream erupted from the audience.

"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" Wade acted as if nothing had happened, even spinning around. "Look! I'll go through thick and thin for you! This is my promise to my friends! Isn't that touching?"

Then he pulled out the knife, and the wound healed rapidly before his eyes, without a single drop of blood spilling out.

"Ta-da! The brand new me!"

"Uh..." the host rushed up, "Um... Mr. Wade, this is an all-ages program, please be mindful of the content..."

"Thump!"

Tony Stark blew the light.

"I like this kid," Tony laughed. "He has a great sense of humor, and my team needs someone who can tell jokes."

"I'll film too." Jessica pressed the button as well. "Although she's a chatterbox, her self-healing ability is quite impressive."

Steve Rogers was the only one who didn't press the button. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, Wade. I'm not hiring any more artists here."

"Oh! Captain! You've broken my heart!" Wade clutched his chest and wept bitterly.

"Alright, Wade," Tony said. "I'm rich, lots of rich. Follow me, and you'll have a custom-made gilded sword and an endless supply of bullets."

"money?"

Wade's tears instantly disappeared.

He looked at Jessica: "Do you have money?"

"I have fists," Jessica said coldly.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

"Daddy! Iron Man Daddy! I'm yours now! I'm going to live in Stark Tower! I'm going to take a bath with Iron Man!"

"I take back what I just said..." Tony regretted it.

"Too late! Once the move is made, there's no going back!" Wade had already rushed off the stage, wanting to give Tony a hug, but was blasted away by a palm strike.

"Keep your distance, Wade. Your blood will get my armor dirty."

The whole place burst into laughter.

That night, the ratings for "Who's Next Superhero?" exploded as expected.

……

Meanwhile, in Asgard, the land of the gods...

The art styles are completely different.

Since that day when he was "accidentally" teleported to Asgard on the Rainbow Bridge, Azu has been in Asgard for almost a month.

He had a very comfortable month.

Although nominally under house arrest, Odin clearly didn't want to push this "god among men" too far. As long as he didn't approach the core restricted area, he was basically free within the Asgardian territory.

Moreover, he found a new powerful patron—Queen Frigga.

For the past month, he and Frigga have gotten along quite well! Of course, it's the kind of pure friendship.

Frigga, dressed in an elegant robe and holding a book, gently instructed, "Magic isn't heat vision; you can't force it out by staring. It's the mind; you have to guide it."

Wu Yanzu sat cross-legged on the grass, holding the half-eaten golden apple in his hand.

This thing is really good.

Each bite not only tasted sweet, but also seemed to generate a faint magical power within him. Though it wasn't much, every little bit helps.

"Mind..." Azu closed his eyes.

He was trying out the little spell Frigga had taught him—the spatial folding spell.

"Buzz..."

The air trembled slightly.

Azu stretched out his hand, and a faint golden light emanated from his fingertips.

The air in front of him rippled like water, revealing a transparent void that only he could see.

"Go in."

He threw the remaining half of the golden apple into it.

The apple disappeared.

Then he snapped his fingers, and the apple appeared out of thin air in his hand again.

"It's a success!" Azu opened his eyes, somewhat excited.