Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"Sorry I'm late."

There's a kitten stuck in a tree on the road, you know, I can't just ignore it.

Natasha stared at him blankly.

To be honest, men do look very handsome in life-or-death situations like this.

"Thanks……"

"You're welcome, Miss Romanov."

Ah Zu lowered his head slightly, a smile on his face.

"I must say, you look even more charming from this angle..."

"Gained 10000 special popularity points! (From Natasha Romanov)"

A system notification sounded.

Azu's smile grew even wider.

"Hello!!"

A voice that spoiled the mood came from the side.

Jessica Jones flew over, arms crossed, watching the scene with a displeased expression.

"Have you hugged enough?" She rolled her eyes. "This is a global live stream! How much longer are you going to hug me? If it's just for staged photos, the footage already is enough for those fangirls to edit for a whole year!"

"Give her to me! You go get back to work!"

Jessica roughly reached out her hand, as if to snatch him away.

Ah Zu gave an "oh" and smiled with regret.

"That's the important thing, Jessica. Saving lives is the top priority."

He reluctantly handed Natasha to Jessica.

"Take good care of her; she's a new employee we're hiring."

Jessica took Natasha and gave a disgruntled snort.

"Understood, Bond!"

At that moment, a flurry of camera shutter clicks filled the air.

Several news helicopters have arrived at the scene, and searchlights have illuminated the area as if it were daytime.

"Dear viewers! I'm a reporter from VNN!"

"Just now! Homelander pulled off a miraculous rescue!"

"He saved Black Widow! Now, he faces..."

The camera then shifts to the other side—Park Avenue.

This place has now automatically become a gladiator arena for superheroes.

The sirens were drowned out by the roar of the propellers.

Dozens of news helicopters hovered at low altitudes, their searchlight beams forming a bright net that illuminated the block as if it were daytime.

Azu slowly landed in the middle of the street.

Behind him, the members of the "Super Seven" landed one by one.

Angela, the fiery red woman, was enveloped in flames, scorching and distorting the surrounding air.

A blur of motion passed by, and Robbie, like a fully inflated ball, bounced to the ground and assumed a defensive stance.

Wanda Maximov wore the new red suit made by Vought, her arms outstretched, one in front of the other, with a crimson ribbon occasionally flashing between her fingertips, while her gaze swept across the crowd, as if anxiously searching for something.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Azu comforted her. "Pietro is safe. Once we've dealt with these troublemakers, we'll go get your brother."

"I'll do whatever you say, Anthony." Wanda smiled sweetly as she watched Azu's retreating figure.

After Jessica Jones got Natasha into the ambulance, she leaped and landed next to Azu.

She leaned close to Azu's ear and whispered, "Ashley said... don't end the fight too quickly, because those guys at Vought Films need to gather more material for their next movie, Homelander 3: Civil War."

At the other end of the street, about fifty meters away.

Tony Stark hovered three meters above the ground, with dozens of unmanned steel legions behind him arranged in a fan shape, the humming of pulses in his palms blending together.

Thor stood atop a crushed taxi, having lost Mjolnir, but pulled out a lamppost as a new weapon.

Hawkeye Barton crouched behind a cover, a specially made arrow already nocked, locked onto Azu's forehead.

The air freezes.

All the viewers watching the live stream held their breath.

On one side are Walter's guardians, and on the other are the fallen avengers.

This showdown felt like a passing of the torch between eras.

The whole world is watching.

This is Ah Zu's favorite stage.

He cleared his throat and slowly floated forward a short distance, positioning himself perfectly in the center of the frame.

"Tony, Thor, and Agent Patton."

Ah Zu's deep and magnetic voice was transmitted to countless households through numerous recording devices at the scene.

He did not show anger; instead, his face bore a look of heartbroken forgiveness.

"I know this is not what you meant."

He then spread his arms, gesturing as if to embrace.

"Look at you, the former guardians of Earth, the Avengers. Now you've turned your guns on the very city you swore to protect."

Then he turned to the camera, his eyes becoming compassionate.

"Fellow citizens, please don't blame them. They are sick."

"An evil force from outer space has used some kind of mental virus to control their minds. Their current actions are not of their own volition."

"So..." Azu turned to Tony, like an elder advising a lost youth.

"...Wake up, Tony. We're not enemies, we're brothers fighting side by side!"

"We can do what we always do: have a glass of eggnog together on Christmas Eve and talk about how to make the world a safer place."

These words were sincere and deeply moving.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

"Waaaah, the people of our motherland are so kind!"

"That's the true spirit of a leader! Even when faced with betrayal from friends, his thought is still to save them!"

"Avengers, wake up! Stop fighting!"

"Waaah... I'm a die-hard fan..."

……

If it were the normal Tony Stark, he would probably have already submitted his special popularity rating by now.

But Tony is now a banshee's slave.

"ha!"

The visor popped open, revealing Tony's disdainful face.

"Well done, Mr. Stars and Stripes. Your acting has more depth than your cape."

"But I don't need your eggnog, nor do I need your so-called 'sobriety.' I've never been this sober."

His eyes gleamed with infatuation for Lorelei.

"The Queen gave me my true purpose. And you..." Tony looked Azu up and down, then sneered, "Your hypocrisy is higher than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget deficit."

"Thor," he turned to Thor beside him, "tell him our stance."

"For Lorelei!!" Thor roared to the sky, his fists clenched.

Hawkeye didn't say anything, but silently replaced the arrow with a high-explosive round.

Negotiations broke down.

Azu sighed and shook his head helplessly.

"it's a pity."

He shrugged at the camera, a perfect expression that said, "I've tried my best, but the other party doesn't appreciate it."

Just as tensions were about to rise...

"Thump!!"

A dull, loud thud followed, and the ground trembled violently.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

A huge green figure, like a green meteorite, crashed heavily onto the open ground where the two sides were facing off.

The asphalt road surface collapsed instantly, and the shockwave overturned several abandoned cars nearby.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Hulk slowly straightened up.

He looked somewhat confused.

Those huge green eyes looked left and right.

On the left is the blond man who kicked him like a ball.

On the right is the tin man who just bombarded him.

I hate them both.

Hulk scratched his head, making a low growl in his throat, as if weighing which one would be more satisfying to smash first.

"Since that's the case..." Azu continued, ignoring Hulk who had arrived midway, "...then I'll just have to wake you up."

"I possess power that you cannot even imagine."

Tony sneered and closed the visor again.

"You have power?"

"That's really unfortunate."

Tony pointed to the middle.

"We have the Hulk."

"Sizzle—!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Tony fired a palm-shot blast, without any warning, directly hitting Hulk in the back.

The entire audience was stunned.

Even Ah Zu was taken aback.

This script is wrong!

Has Tony gone mad? Doesn't he have enough enemies already? Why would he deliberately provoke this uncontrollable beast?