I became a weirdo in Marvel

"Get out of here, Tony Stark, you thief!"

A voice like thunder rang out outside Stark Tower, causing pedestrians around to stop and turn to look at the source of the voice.

Under the sunlight, a man wearing strange combat clothes and holding two electric whips stood at the door of the building.

His face was shrouded in shadow, and his eyes were filled with fanaticism and anger, as if a storm could erupt at any time.

As he roared, he swung the whip in his hand, striking a nearby sculpture like lightning.

At this moment, the sculpture was split into two by the electric whip. The fragments flew and scattered everywhere, leaving charred marks on the ground, as if telling the cruelty of the conflict.

"Hurry, hurry, call the police!" Happy, the security team leader, suddenly changed his expression and a strong sense of urgency burned in his heart.

He quickly ordered his men to call the police, but his eyes were fixed on the dangerous man, his heart filled with determination and uneasiness.

He knew that Tony Stark was the hero of this city and their boss, and he would never let anyone hurt him.

"We can't let him hurt the boss, even if we risk our lives!" Happy shouted, his palms slightly sweaty and his fingertips clenched into fists.

"Yes!" His men nodded one after another. Although they were a little nervous, their morale was particularly high under Happy's encouragement.

Just when the situation was about to break out, two hot rays suddenly flashed in the sky, like meteors across the sky, and hit the electric whip in the man's hand with incredible precision.

Accompanied by a loud explosion, the man was blown away, his body tumbling in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground, raising dust, like a shot down comet.

Happy looked up at the sky, only to see a familiar red figure flash across the sky, like a god descending from heaven, instantly lighting up the entire scene.

"Yes, Homelander?" a security guard shouted excitedly, the joy on his face barely concealed.

"It's really our motherland!" The other security guards also cheered. The tension in their hearts instantly disappeared. Everyone understood that as long as our motherland was with them, they didn't have to fight for their lives.

"Why are you yelling? Be reserved." Happy glanced at the people around him unhappily. Although he felt relieved, he still remembered to stay calm.

He snorted coldly and ordered, "Go, tie him up and hand him over to the police later."

"Oh." The men acted quickly, and although they were still a little excited, led by Happy, they began to surround the knocked out man and quickly tied him up to ensure that he could not cause any more harm.

"I didn't expect this fellow countryman to come out again. Now he has stolen all the boss' limelight."

Happy shook his head and reported the incident to Tony.

However, Tony did not respond.

Homelander Harry toured New York City and stood for a long time above the radiation zone of the nuclear bomb explosion, overlooking the black spot on New York City.

That once prosperous land has now been completely destroyed by a nuclear explosion. The ashes and ruins are intertwined, like a sad picture.

He had a cold face, but his heart was filled with complicated emotions.

As the guardian of the country, Harry should feel proud, but at this moment, his heart is filled with a heavy feeling of powerlessness.

He had dreamed countless times of being able to protect this land, but the reality was so cruel.

He looked through the ruins, as if looking for something, but he didn't know where to start.

Perhaps the children who once played and laughed in the streets, or the families who once enjoyed life in the sunshine, have now disappeared.

Just as he was lost in thought, the communicator suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts with a crisp voice.

It was a gentle and firm female voice, like a wisp of spring breeze, gently brushing away the haze in his heart: "Homelander, Chairman Osborne asked you to come back to the office."

"Father is looking for me?" Harry's heart was shocked and he suddenly felt a little warm.

He has always had a close relationship with his father. Although his father, as the chairman, is always busy with work, he always gives Harry support and encouragement at critical moments.

Harry narrowed his eyes, wondering in his heart what important things his father would want to discuss with him.

His voice was low and firm: "Okay, I'll go back now."

He took one last look at the ruins beneath his feet, feeling mixed emotions. His body turned into a red light and instantly disappeared into the horizon, leaving behind silence.

Flying in the air, the wind whistling in his ears, Harry's thoughts could not calm down.

His heart was filled with confusion about the future, as if in this ruin, he not only had to face external enemies, but also inner struggles and anxieties.

After he left, in a corner of the ruins, in a deep cave, rows of bright lights suddenly appeared, like a pair of wild beasts' eyes.

These spots of light flickered in the darkness, exuding a strange atmosphere, as if they were peeking at this abandoned land, waiting for the opportunity to come.

Deep in the cave, low whispers could be heard, as if someone was planning some dark plan.

Meanwhile, Harry flew back to his office with his father's voice echoing in his mind.

He knew that his father was under tremendous pressure because of the last disaster. As the chairman, he not only had to face the survival crisis of the company, but also had to take on the responsibility of rebuilding the laboratory.

Harry silently made up his mind that he must help his father and do his best to change everything.

When Harry walked into the office, what caught his eye was Norman's large desk, which was piled with documents and reports, as if every piece of paper was telling of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Norman was sitting in a chair with a frown and deep eyes, as if he was thinking about some important decision.

His face was slightly pale, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were particularly obvious under the light, revealing a hint of fatigue and anxiety.

Harry walked forward and his heart tightened involuntarily. He felt the invisible pressure from his father, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Norman's hands were clenched on the edge of the table, his knuckles were white, and he was obviously troubled by some emotion.

Harry thought to himself that this time the threat seemed more serious than before.

"Harry, sit down." Norman's voice was low and steady, with a hint of fatigue, and he pointed to the chair opposite.

That voice was like an invisible rope, pulling Harry's heart tightly towards his father.

Harry's heart tightened. After sitting down, he looked directly into Norman's eyes, trying to find some answers from those deep eyes.

He wanted to understand why this father who had once been omnipotent now seemed so helpless.

His heart was filled with complex emotions, including worry about his father and confusion about his own fate. "Are you okay?" Norman's concern made Harry feel a little warm, but it also brought deeper worries.

"Due to Kingpin's threat, I had to wake you up and make you the host of the symbiote. I originally planned to conduct some human experiments first." There was a hint of helplessness in Norman's voice.

Harry's heart trembled, remembering the last attack, when Norman and a group of scientists took a huge risk and implanted the symbiote embryo extracted from the venom into his body.

At that moment, he felt an indescribable pain and struggle, as if he was torn in two.

It was originally thought that the symbiote in the embryonic state would be easier to control, but unexpectedly, Harry's body was still controlled by the symbiote for a time, causing a lot of damage and almost leading to irreversible consequences.

"Dad, don't worry, I'm fine." Harry tried to make his voice sound firm, wanting to ease Norman's worries.

He knew that he had to appear strong to reassure his father.

"The massacre has now accepted his fate and will not act recklessly," he added, but his heart was filled with uneasiness.

Massacre's violent nature was like a sharp blade hanging over his head at all times, preventing him from relaxing.

"hope so."

Norman looked at Harry deeply, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "You have to be careful."

He knew how much damage Harry's loss of control would bring to the world.

Unfortunately, Carnage and Harry have become perfectly integrated, and they cannot be separated by conventional means.

At this moment, the voice of slaughter sounded in Harry's mind, like the whisper of a demon: "Hey, don't pay attention to what this old man says. Together we are invincible. We can do whatever we want."

The voice was full of temptation, as if encouraging Harry to pursue greater power.

"Don't you want to kill all the bad guys? I can help you." The voice of Slaughter echoed in his mind, with a hint of cunning and provocation.

Harry looked calm, as if he hadn't heard what Massacre had said, and nodded seriously, "Okay, I'll be careful."

He tried to make his voice sound firm, trying to hide the trembling in his heart.

"Hmph." Tushu snorted coldly and said no more.

After Norman chatted with Harry for a while, Spider-Man Uncle Ben and Black Cat Jessica walked into the office.

Jessica smiled slightly, showing her signature confidence, while Uncle Ben scanned everyone present with his warm eyes, as if confirming their status.

A few people exchanged a few words, and the atmosphere seemed relaxed and pleasant.

Norman coughed slightly, breaking the silence, his eyes firm and serious: "Although Harry has returned, the number of our Patriot Alliance is still too small. Facing more and more enemies, our strength seems to be stretched. In order to avoid the tragedy like last time, I decided to expand our team and relax the restrictions on joining."

Harry frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.

As a powerful hero, he is unwilling to fight alongside teammates who are less capable.

He feared that such a team would only hinder him, distract him from the battle, and possibly even endanger his life.

His heart is full of contradictions. He hopes to contribute to the league, but is also afraid of being dragged down by weak teammates.

Jessica seemed calm and composed. She adjusted her black cat-ear headband and said in a relaxed tone, "Hey, it's no big deal to have some new members. We are all helping people anyway."

There was a hint of cynicism in her voice, as if she didn't care about the challenges ahead.

But deep down in her heart, she still secretly hoped that a more powerful partner would join her.

At this time, Uncle Ben spoke up, his tone full of concern: "Mr. Norman, I think that becoming a superhero requires certain abilities. Fighting those enemies is a very dangerous thing, and we can't let some ordinary people take risks easily."

His words were like a wake-up call, reminding everyone present that heroes’ responsibilities and risks coexist.

Norman smiled slightly, crossed his arms, and said confidently: "Of course I know this. In order to prevent superheroes from encountering enemies that they cannot contend with, I have decided to classify the superheroes who join the Patriot Alliance. The strongest ones are S-class heroes, responsible for the most dangerous incidents. The next ones are A, B, and C-class heroes, who are responsible for what they can do."

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, as if he had already seen the glory of the future.

"Ordinary people's criminal cases should be solved by the lowest-level superheroes to avoid wasting resources." Norman's voice was firm and clear, with the charm of a leader.

He turned to look at Uncle Ben and Jessica, with a friendly smile on his face: “Especially you, you must be exhausted during this period, right?”

"It's a bit tiring indeed." Jessica had long since stopped wanting to deal with those trivial matters, and immediately raised both hands in agreement.

Her heart longs for greater challenges, like a cheetah waiting for prey, ready to rush towards higher goals at any time.

Harry and Uncle Ben also nodded, agreeing with Norman's idea in their hearts.

They all understand that only a strong team can be invincible in future battles.

"But, to do this, you need at least double-digit superheroes."

Norman's tone gradually became serious. He stopped smiling and said, "I have decided to recruit professional superheroes from the public. They will get paid, and being a hero will become their full-time job."

Uncle Ben and Jessica both understood what this decision meant.

As full-time heroes, they can receive generous salaries from Norman every month. This is not only a recognition of their abilities, but also a reward for their efforts.

Their lives will not only be about fighting and adventure, but also about economic security and hope for the future.

"This is a brand new beginning." Uncle Ben's voice was low and firm.

Jessica showed an expectant look, "I wonder how many people would be willing to join us?"

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, as if she had already seen the new members.

Norman smiled slightly, his eyes firm: "I believe that the Patriotic Alliance will attract many people with lofty ideals. They will fight alongside us and jointly protect the peace of this city."

There was a confidence in his voice, like a commander boosting morale for the coming battle.

As the discussion deepened, the atmosphere in the office gradually became heated, and several heroes began to speak freely, sharing their expectations for the new members and their vision for the future.

Harry gradually relaxed, realizing that perhaps this was an opportunity for him to find like-minded partners in the new team and move forward together. (End of this chapter)