Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

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Monaco, Monte Carlo.

The Mediterranean sun shines on the azure sea; this is a playground for the wealthy, a mecca for speed and passion.

A flamboyant red and silver Bugatti Veyron pulled up in front of a top-tier casino with a cool, extreme drift.

The car door opened.

Tony Stark, wearing sunglasses and a casual suit, still commands attention.

It was Pietro who got out of the passenger seat. He was just like Tony, wearing the same sunglasses and a floral shirt, and even perfectly mimicking Tony's arrogant, swaggering walk.

"How's it going, Mr. Quicksilver?" Tony tossed the car keys to the valet and slipped a few hundred-dollar bills into his hand.

"So-so." Pietro shrugged and whistled. "Much slower than me, but at least I don't have to move my legs."

"Ha! I love your arrogance." Tony put his arm around Pietro's shoulder. "Come on, I'll show you what adult happiness is all about."

The two entered the casino like two shining stars, attracting the attention of many hot beauties.

One is the veteran Avenger Iron Man, and the other is the rising star Quicksilver.

This combination is practically a walking hormone-generating machine.

After a period of extravagance and indulgence, the two arrived at the VIP room.

There was no gambling, just two men and a table full of fine wines.

Tony poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to Pietro.

"To each other." Tony raised his glass.

"To...life." Pietro clinked his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The spicy liquid went down his throat, Pietro let out a long sigh, leaned back on the leather sofa, and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

"You know what, Tony," Pietro suddenly spoke, his voice low, "back in Sokovia, Wanda and I started taking to the streets when we were ten... Our biggest dream was to be able to eat a meal of bread that wouldn't get moldy."

Tony paused for a moment as he swirled his wine glass.

"At that time, our house was bombed. A bomb landed right in the middle of our living room."

Pietro turned his head and looked at Tony through his sunglasses.

"It says 'Stark Industries' on it."

The atmosphere in the private room froze instantly.

Tony didn't shy away. He took off his sunglasses, and his eyes no longer held his usual cynicism, but only undisguised self-reproach and guilt.

"I know."

Tony put down his glass, his voice hoarse.

"I investigated that shipment. It was from Obadiah... my former partner, who sold it to the warlords over there behind my back."

"But I can't say, 'I didn't do it.'"

Tony looked directly into Pietro's eyes.

"Because the name is mine. The company is mine. The money...in the end, it all ended up in my pocket."

"That's my fault, Pietro."

"Two days." Pietro held up two fingers. "Wanda and I stood guard by that dud for two days. We dared not move, we dared not even breathe loudly."

"I swore back then that if I survived, I would kill that bastard Stark."

"Now you have a chance."

Tony spread his arms and pointed to his chest.

"There are no suits of armor here, no reactors. If you want to take action, you're fast enough you won't even get your hands dirty."

Pietro looked at Tony.

He saw into the man's eyes. There was no fear in them, only a sense of calm.

It's like waiting for judgment.

a long time.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Pietro suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost cried.

"Look at the face you're making, Tony! You look like a schoolchild waiting to get a spanking!"

He laughed as he picked up the bottle and took a big gulp.

"never mind."

Pietro's smile faded, and he sighed.

"My father once told me something. He said... 'Those who live in the past can't run fast.'"

"Even if I kill you, my parents will never come back. And..."

Pietro picked up his glass and looked at the amber liquid.

"...You saved so many people in New York, and you almost risked your life to save me."

"I've been a troublemaker since I was a kid, but I also know that one thing should be kept separate from another."

Pietro raised his glass and clinked it against Tony's.

"Besides, you're actually not bad, except for your foul mouth."

Tony looked at Pietro, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.

He flashed that confident yet slightly smug smile once again.

"Of course, I'm Iron Man."

"However, Pietro," Tony said seriously, "the apology is sincere. From now on, you can use Stark Industries' resources as you please. Just don't use them to blow me up... Of course, if you want, that's fine too."

"Deal." Pietro grinned. "Now I want one of those... what's it called again? The flying sports car?"

"Anti-gravity hovercar? It's not in mass production yet... But, sending you a prototype wouldn't be out of the question."

"You said it! Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

……

Tuscany, Italy.

Skye evaded the patrolling bodyguards and, under the cover of shadows, crouched low and slipped into the side door of a mansion.

They found a room that looked like a wine cellar, but had actually been converted into a high-tech laboratory.

A huge hyperbaric oxygen chamber was placed inside the room.

Next to it was a metal box with the "Cybertech" logo printed on it.

"Found it."

Skye was overjoyed and was about to step forward.

However, when her gaze swept across the glass window of the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, she froze in place.

Inside lay a person whose face was severely burned on one side.

"Mike..." Skye covered her mouth.

She thought CyberTech was just transporting some illegal weapons, but little did she know, they were transporting a modified "monster".

"The clairvoyant said you would come..."

An arrogant voice came from behind.

Skye turned around abruptly.

Ian Quinn. This arms dealer, who presents himself as a philanthropist, wears a smug smile on his face as he reaps the rewards of his catch.

Quinn clapped his hands.

"Mike, wake up. This is to welcome our guest."

The oxygen chamber emitted a hissing sound as it released pressure, and the hatch slowly opened.

Mike sat up, and Quinn fitted him with mechanical legs.

Quinn gave him the order, her tone casual, "Kill her."

Mike looked at her, a flicker of struggle in his eyes. He stiffly turned his head to look at Quinn.

"That... wasn't my order. She's not the person I'm supposed to kill."

After saying this, he ignored Quinn's ugly expression, dragged his heavy mechanical leg, and disappeared out the door.

Skye wanted to chase after her.

"Bang!"

There were no signs whatsoever.

A deafening gunshot rang out.

Skye felt as if she had been punched hard in the stomach, the force of which made her stagger back two steps.

She lowered her head, looking somewhat blankly at her abdomen.

Fresh blood, warm fresh blood, was rapidly soaking through her dress.

"What did you do...?"

"Bang!"

The second shot.

This time, the bullet hit her below the chest.

Skye fell backward onto the floor, trying to speak, but only blood and foam came out of her mouth.

"cough……"

Life is rapidly slipping away as blood is lost.

My vision began to blur, and the surrounding sounds became distant.

"Sorry, I have my own mission to complete." Quinn sneered and turned to leave.

Skye lay on the cold marble floor, her body convulsing.

She desperately used her last bit of strength to reach for her left wrist.

There was a seemingly ordinary mechanical watch there.

That was given to her by Azu.

"No matter where you are, just press this button... and I'll come and take you home."

That sentence, in her gradually fading consciousness, became the only lifeline.

With her last ounce of strength, she turned the knob on the watch crown.

"Click".

A silent signal was emitted.

After doing all this, Skye's hand fell limply to her sides, and the world plunged into darkness.