Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

Tony listened and remained silent for a few seconds.

"So..." Tony spread his hands, "your plan is to raid a fortress heavily guarded by Hydra, retrieve an alien staff, and then use it to brainwash your old boss?"

"That sounds like a great popcorn movie script."

Tony suddenly changed the subject.

"But Nick, I have a question."

"Are you really not planning to find Homelander? That would make things much simpler."

"Bang!"

Fury slammed his fist on the table, like a powder keg that had been set ablaze.

"OMG Fuck!!"

He finally broke down.

"Homelanders! Homelanders! Homelanders again!"

He paced back and forth in the lab, growling.

"The whole world is shouting 'Homelander!' You shout 'Homelander' too!"

"Do you think I haven't thought about it?!"

"That blond bastard is in cahoots with Pierce! No, he's even more insidious than Pierce!"

"Who do you think created this public opinion? Who portrayed me as a corrupt official? It's his Water! It's Ashley and her PR team!"

"If I went to him now, even if I knelt down and polished his shoes, he would smile and hand over this 'giant rat,' then find a bunch of media outlets to publicize how he cleverly captured the Hydra chief!"

Fury was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Tony was taken aback by Fury's sudden outburst. He rarely saw the King of Agents lose his composure like this.

"Okay, okay, calm down." Tony waved his hand. "I know you and him don't get along. So... what about that old popsicle?"

He thought of Captain America.

"Steve is now Vought's head instructor, but he's still Captain America. If it were him, he would definitely help you."

"Steve..."

Fury's anger subsided slightly.

"He is not in the country."

"Where did you go?"

"I don't know." Fury shook his head. "Nobody knows where they went after that day he left with Barnes. Maybe they went on their honeymoon with his best buddy Bucky, who knows?"

Fury looked at Tony, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Now, it's just us, Tony. You were the original Avenger."

Tony remained silent; this was a big problem.

Going to Sokovia means waging a cross-border operation, and a clandestine operation without any official authorization. If it goes wrong, it will become an international dispute.

"Tony."

Bruce Banner, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

He stared at the Mind Scepter on the screen, his eyes gleaming.

"I think...we can go."

"Hmm?" Tony looked at Banner. "What do you mean?"

"If...if that scepter could really control the mind."

"Then, it might become a core patch for the Veronica system."

Banner walked over to Tony and pointed to the gem at the top of the scepter.

"If we can analyze its energy frequency, we can incorporate it into the armor's defense module."

"Once Hulk goes out of control, we will no longer need to use brute force to subdue him."

"We can use the power of the scepter... to appease him. Even to quell his anger."

Tony saw the longing and fear in Banner's eyes.

He knew Banner had always lived in the Hulk's shadow, and if this scepter could truly bring him a sense of security...

The two exchanged a glance and instantly reached a tacit understanding that only scientists could comprehend.

Tony looked at Fury, his arrogant expression returning to his face.

"Okay! Let's do it."

"For the sake of you saving me before, and for the sake of world peace."

Fury breathed a sigh of relief, and the one-eyed man finally showed a long-lost look of satisfaction.

"Then let's get ready."

"The Avengers... Assemble."

"Don't mimic the captain's tone, I have conditions," Tony interrupted him. "After we get the scepter back, I need to borrow it for two months. You know, it's for research."

"You can borrow him for a year as long as you can get rid of Pierce."

……

The other side of the earth.

Las Vegas, Nevada, USA.

This is a city of sin, an oasis in the desert of desire.

In a cheap motel called "Desert Fox".

A woman with a hot figure and fair skin is lying lazily on the clean white sheets.

Her long, reddish-brown hair cascaded down naturally, and her eyes held a captivating charm.

Lorelei.

Banshees of Asgard.

Six hundred years ago, she used her captivating voice to manipulate armies, kill kings, and incite rebellions in nine kingdoms.

Until Odin intervened and imprisoned her in the dungeon.

Fortunately, she escaped amidst the chaos of the dark elf invasion.

Following the secret passage left by Loki, they arrived at a place called Midgard.

This place is simply paradise.

Everywhere you look, there are fragile, foolish, and easily manipulated men.

"Um... Master..."

A burly man knelt beside the bed, holding a glass of red wine, his eyes glazed and fanatical, as if looking at his only faith.

This man, named John, was originally a high-ranking Hydra agent operating in Las Vegas.

But half an hour earlier, he had run into Lorelei at the bar.

It was just one sentence.

That voice entered his ears and melted his will.

Now, he's willing to die for this woman.

"I've brought the information you requested." John handed over a tablet computer with trembling hands.

Lorelei extended her slender fingers and took the tablet.

I could feel the familiar aura emanating from the scepter in the picture.

"Ah..." Lorelei let out a satisfied sigh, "Even through the screen, I can smell that wonderful scent."

Tell me, my slave.

Lorelei's voice slid like silk across John's eardrums, sending shivers down the spine of the well-trained agent.

Where is this thing now?

“In…Sokovia,” John said eagerly, looking at her with longing. “In Baron Strucker’s castle. I was in charge of that transport mission before, I know the route.”

"Sokovia..."

Lorelei repeated the place name; she had been imprisoned in Asgard for six hundred years.

Now, she has arrived in Midgard.

This place is full of desire, full of vulnerable men, and full of opportunities.

"If I could get my hands on that scepter..."

Lorelei's fingers lightly swiped across the tablet screen.

"Plus my voice..."

"I can control everyone on this planet."

She watched a promotional video playing on TV, featuring a man draped in the Stars and Stripes.

Powerful, handsome, and full of a desire to conquer.

That was her perfect prey.

"Prepare the carriage, my slave."

Lorelei stood up, her silk robe slipping off to reveal a breathtakingly perfect body.

"Take me to Sokovia."

"I want to take back the scepter that is rightfully mine."

"Then……"

Lorelei walked to the window, looked at the dazzling night view outside, and a bewitching smile appeared on her face.

"...I want to build my harem in this world."