Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

VGD Base, Equipment Department.

"It wriggles and twists like a monkey with lice."

Natasha Romanov held a data tablet in her hand and looked at the invisible man, Shabi, standing on the testing platform with annoyance.

Shabi is currently wearing a specially made tactical vest, the material of which was provided by Natasha.

"This thing... is a bit tight."

The sound of Sabi complaining could be heard in the air.

"This is to fit your skin." Natasha tapped a few times on the tablet, adjusted the parameters, and then said, "Power on."

"Sizzle—"

A faint crackling sound of electricity.

The outfit, which was still discernible in its outline, vanished into thin air along with Shabi's skin.

Wow.

"This tactical vest uses S.H.I.E.L.D.'s latest 'Widowsweave' weaving technology, with each fiber containing a built-in light-reflecting unit. This allows him to carry approximately three kilograms of weight without disrupting his cloaking field."

Natasha picked up the full-coverage helmet covered in cameras and introduced it to Azu.

"This helmet is also covered with this material and has a built-in multi-band communicator and a high-definition dynamic camera. We can see everything he sees."

"Excellent!" Ah Zu exclaimed. "How come I've never seen you use it?"

"Because this thing is expensive to make and breaks easily."

"And I don't need this when I infiltrate a place," Natasha said with a confident smile.

"Wow! This feels amazing!" Shabi's excited voice rang out in the room.

"I finally don't have to go on missions naked anymore! This is the treatment a superhero should get!"

"Remember, Shabi," Natasha said sternly, looking at the floating helmet. "This is infiltration, not a fashion show. Once you're discovered, this thin veil won't protect you from Hawkeye's arrow."

"Don't worry, Ms. Romanov!" Shabi saluted. "I'll be like a silent fart, quiet and omnipresent!"

"..." Natasha rolled her eyes. "That's a terrible analogy."

"Don't hold us back, you invisible man." Pietro chewed his gum, his eyes gleaming with confidence. "Plan A only takes a second. You're probably just going to be a spectator."

"We'll see, quick-draw guy," Shabi retorted defiantly.

"Alright, boys."

Ah Zu walked up to the two of them with a smile on his face.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready at all times, sir!" the two replied in unison, their voices filled with excitement.

"very good."

"It's your turn to shine!"

……

New York, Manhattan streets.

The night was deep, and neon lights flickered. Avengers Tower stood like a solitary lighthouse in the steel jungle.

The lighthouse, however, is now pink.

"Well--"

Pietro, hiding on the top floor of the building across the street, looked through binoculars at the pink ambient lighting that filled the entire building and couldn't help but complain.

"This taste... is absolutely tacky. Is Tony Stark's brain being controlled, or is his aesthetic sense being controlled?"

"Stop talking nonsense," Natasha's voice came through the earpiece. "On your marks. Shabi, are you in position?"

"I'm here," came Shabi's voice.

"Let's begin." Natasha looked at the holographic architectural map in her hand. "Shabi, you go first. Stark Tower's security system is impeccable, basically eliminating the possibility of unauthorized entry for you. So I suggest you go through the main entrance."

"The main entrance? Are you kidding me?"

"No," Natasha pointed to the front door, "look over there."

A truck delivering high-end food was parked at the entrance. Several staff members were unloading boxes of wine and ingredients.

"Lorelei needs to enjoy herself, and that's the loophole."

"clear."

A faint ripple spread through the air; Shabi had already moved.

He tiptoed close behind the last porter.

The agent pushed the food cart through the security gate.

"Beep—Identity confirmed."

A mechanical sound rang out.

Shabi held her breath, turned sideways, and slid in like a falling leaf just before the door closed.

There was no alarm.

Shabi was incredibly excited. "Is this what it feels like to be a top agent? This is so cool!"

"Good, keep going up." Natasha stared at the screen. "The elevator is separate; you can't get in. Take the stairs to the 90th floor."

"A staircase? There are ninety floors!"

"Then treat it as aerobic exercise. Hurry up."

……

Twenty minutes later.

Sapi, slightly out of breath, leaned on the handrail of the staircase leading from the 89th to the 90th floor.

The heavy breathing was clearly transmitted to Natasha's ears through the microphone.

"I have arrived."

"How is the situation?"

"The door is open... I smell... a fragrance? A strong incense."

Shabi calmed himself down and waited for his breathing to stabilize before carefully stepping onto the last few steps.

He used the decoder to open the door to the fire escape staircase, looked around, and then tiptoed inside.

The sight that came into view almost made his jaw drop.

What was once a futuristic Stark mansion has now been transformed into a decadent medieval palace.

A red velvet carpet covered every inch of the floor, and golden candlesticks flickered with firelight.

In the very center of the hall, the Mind Scepter was mounted on a complex instrument. A deep blue light emanated from the crystal at the top, connecting to countless cables that led to a large server array on the ceiling.

Tony Stark, the proud Iron Man, was wearing a silk shirt with the collar wide open, like a tireless ox or horse, frantically adjusting the data in front of that instrument.

Bruce Banner was sitting on the ground, holding a welding torch, welding a metal helmet.

In the deepest part of the room, Lorelei lay on her side on the Iron Throne, one leg casually draped over Clint Barton's shoulder. Barton was looking down, intently massaging the Queen's calf.

"This scene..." Shabi swallowed hard, "...if it were uploaded to YouTube, it would probably get hundreds of millions of views."

He quietly moved to a corner, found a spot with the best view, and adjusted the miniature camera on his tactical helmet.

"Natasha, did you see that?"

Natasha stared at the image transmitted back to her from the screen, her face turning ashen.

"I saw it."

"What are Iron Man and the others doing?" Shabi asked.

Just then, Lorelei's voice came.

"Is it not ready yet, my craftsman?"

"My patience is limited."

Tony Stark stopped what he was doing, turned around, and said, sporting dark circles under his eyes.

"It will be soon, my queen."

Tony pointed to the device connected to the Mind Scepter.

"I named this guy 'Ultron X'."

"Just one more hour, when the satellite passes overhead..."

Tony's finger swiped across the holographic screen, revealing a world map covered with countless flashing red dots.

"...Ultron X's signal will be amplified by these 108 Stark satellites, and then cover the entire globe."

Tony's eyes were filled with fervor.

"At that time, every living being on Earth with a Y chromosome will hear your call at the same time."

"They will lay down their weapons, their jobs, and everything else, just to kneel at your feet and beg for your mercy."

“Even that Homelander,” Banner added, looking up and smiling adoringly. “As long as he’s a man, he can’t escape.”

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Lorelei rose from her throne, opening her arms as if she had embraced the whole world.

"It's wonderful."

Shabi, hiding in the corner, broke out in a cold sweat.

"Damn...this woman is insane. Does she want to turn all men in the world into that Patton?"

"That's enough," Natasha's cold voice came through the earpiece. "We can't wait any longer; an hour is too short."

"Target location confirmed."

"Pietro, move out."