Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Manhattan streets.

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared, but cheers already resounded through the sky.

"We won!!"

"Homelander blew that alien leader away!!"

The trainees collapsed onto the ruins, hugging each other in celebration.

Pietro was panting heavily; his flashy silver battle suit was torn in several places, and his face was covered in dust and blood.

"Hey bro." He nudged Deadpool, who was stitching up his leg, "Your leg... is it all better now?"

"Of course! This leg has been with me for 28 weeks, I'm very sentimental!" Wade said, grimacing as he stapled his thigh back together. "As long as it's not turned into mincemeat, I won't give it up. Ouch! This staple looks rusty."

Not far away, Tony Stark was having Jarvis scan the surrounding building structures to assess the damage.

"After this battle, I reckon my damage control department will be working overtime until the next century," Tony quipped.

Steve Rogers is bandaging the wounds of an injured civilian.

Everything seemed to be over.

until……

"BOOM—!!!"

A loud bang was heard, and the ground shook violently.

Everyone looked up in horror.

Suddenly, a black monster descended from the sky and crashed heavily into the center of Times Square in front of them!

The shockwave overturned all the surrounding vehicles, and the asphalt road surface shattered like a biscuit.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Argolim slowly straightened up, his eyes, burning with cursed fire, scanning everyone present.

"What...what the hell is that?!" One student was so frightened that he took two steps back.

"Looks like an encore." Wade Wilson, supporting his still-healing leg, hopped up on one leg, brandishing his katana. "Hey! Big guy! The show's over! No encore! Your alien mom's calling you home for dinner!"

Without a word, the cursed warrior grabbed a nearby fire truck and smashed it at Wade!

"careful!!"

Steve Rogers roared and charged forward, shield raised.

But someone was faster than him.

"Watch me!!"

Fastball Robbie wanted to show off, so he launched himself forward, curling into a ball in mid-air and using his kinetic field to smash the fire truck.

"Bang!"

Seeing this, Wade rushed forward.

"Let me give you a pedicure!" He slashed at the cursed warrior's ankle.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The last katana also broke!

"Uh...that's awkward." Wade looked at the broken knife in his hand.

The cursed warrior lowered his head and glanced at the red-clad clown bouncing at his feet.

He reached out with both hands, one on the left and one on the right, and grabbed Wade's shoulders and waist.

"Hey! Big guy, let's talk this out... Don't go down the path of crime..." Wade suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Rip—!!!"

With a powerful thrust of his hands, the cursed warrior tore Wade Wilson in two, right before the nationally televised cameras.

Blood and entrails were spilled all over the ground.

"Oh my god! My lower body! My little Wade!! Is this an R-rated movie set?"

Wade's upper body fell to the ground, and he crawled while screaming in pain.

The entire room fell silent.

Almost everyone was stunned by the bloody scene.

"Run!!"

Steve Rogers was the first to react, yelling as he charged forward with his shield raised.

"This monster is beyond your capabilities! Retreat, everyone!!"

But the cursed warriors did not give them time to retreat.

He charged into the ranks of heroes like a runaway heavy tank.

"Bang!"

As soon as the fiery Angela breathed out a ball of flame, she was punched and sent flying into a clothing store.

"Thump!"

Robbie tried to block the ball with kinetic energy absorption, but ended up being stomped into the ground and unable to pull himself out.

"stop!!"

Pietro couldn't stand it anymore.

A flash of silver light.

He activated high-speed mode and rushed behind the cursed warrior, attempting to attack his joints.

But the cursed warrior reacted incredibly quickly; with a sudden wave of his hand, the resulting wind pressure sent Pietro flying.

Pietro crashed to the ground, and before he could recover, the cursed warrior was already in front of him, holding a huge concrete slab in his hand.

"Die, you reptile."

Pietro closed his eyes in despair.

"Bang--!!!"

The expected pain did not come.

Pietro opened his eyes and saw a golden-red figure from behind.

Tony Stark.

He rushed over at the critical moment and used the body of the Mark 42 to hold up the concrete slab!

"Run...kid..." Tony gritted his teeth, his face beneath the visor flushed red from the exertion. "Jarvis...full power!"

"Sir, the armor is severely damaged, and the support system is about to fail!"

"Hang in there!!"

"Snap!"

The armor on the arm of the Mark 42 cracked, and hydraulic oil splattered.

The cursed warrior sneered and increased his power.

"Bang!"

The cement slab was pressed down.

Tony was forced to kneel on one knee, but he still held on tightly, creating a space for Pietro to survive.

"Let's go!!" Tony roared.

Pietro stared blankly at the man he usually regarded as an enemy and called an "arms dealer".

At this moment, Tony Stark was no longer the aloof billionaire he once was.

He was just an ordinary person... risking his life to save others.

"Why..." Pietro murmured.

"Why so many whys! I'm Iron Man!"

Tony's cluster cannon on his chest suddenly exploded, shattering the concrete slab and exhausting its last bit of energy.

The cursed warrior was blasted back two steps, but he was unharmed.

He rushed forward angrily and punched Tony in the chest.

"Thump!"

The armor completely disintegrated, and Tony flew out like a rag doll, crashing heavily to the ground, unconscious.

"Stark!!"

Steve Rogers' eyes widened in fury.

He charged forward, his vibranium shield slamming into the cursed warrior's knee.

"clang!"

The cursed warrior's knees bent slightly.

"You've got some skills, Midgard."

The cursed warrior turned around to face Captain America.

The two clashed.

Although Steve is not as strong as his opponent, he possesses top-notch fighting skills and a shield that defies the laws of physics.

He rolled, jumped, slammed his shield, and parried.

For a time, they were actually fighting this ancient monster to a standstill.

But the difference in strength is absolute.

After thirty moves.

The cursed warrior seized the opportunity and grabbed the edge of the vibranium shield.

"Give it to me...!"

He roared and actually yanked the shield from Steve's hand!

Then he swung it backhand.

"Bang!"

The shield slammed into Steve, sending the super soldier flying.

Steve fell to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't get up for a long time.

The cursed warrior walked up to Steve and reached out his enormous hand to grab his head.

"Resistance is pointless; this is fate."

……

"Hulk—!! Smash!!!"

A deafening roar descended from the sky.