Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

"This is the consequence of trying to be clever."

Fury gritted his teeth, fending off Gravik's attacks while cursing inwardly, "Get out of my head!"

"Don't be so heartless."

Mephisto's voice was full of seduction.

"Look at your current situation. You're being beaten like a dog by an alien bastard."

"Do you want the complete power?"

"Do you want to burn this ugly bastard in front of you to ashes?"

"Come and beg me."

"As long as you sign a real contract with me again."

"I will immediately make you a true spirit of vengeance."

"……snort!"

Fury let out a cold snort.

"Go sign it with your mom!"

Fury suddenly raised his head, and the last embers in his eyes erupted in a final, powerful burst.

"boom!!"

This explosive force sent Gravik, who was in the middle of a great fight, flying more than ten meters away.

Fury seized the opportunity and looked around.

I saw a small rotating airplane on the side.

"You are the one!"

Fury squeezed out the last bit of hellfire from his body.

"Buzz—!!"

The rusty tin toy, which was originally broken and worn, was deformed under the flames.

The metal stretched out, the wheels became burning saw teeth, the wings became the bone wings of a demon, and the nose became a ferocious skull ram.

A hellish little plane was born out of thin air.

Fury jumped into the cockpit.

"boom--!"

The small plane took off from the spot, its jets spewing out blue-red flames that drew a fiery line in the air.

"Trying to run away?!"

Gravik, regaining his composure, saw Fury taking off and was furious.

He braced his legs and, like the Hulk, leaped forward, trying to grab the plane.

Fury calmly pressed the red button on the joystick.

"Here's a parting gift for you!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Two missiles formed from hellfire were launched from under the wings.

"BOOM!!"

The missile exploded on Gravik, and the huge wave of fire blasted him away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Furera increased altitude, broke through the clouds, and fled into the distance.

Gravik emerged disheveled from the inferno, staring at the disappearing black dot on the horizon, and roared in fury.

"Run, Fury!"

"You can run, but the Earth can't!"

……

Fury piloted the small plane that looked like it might fall apart at any moment, gliding above the clouds.

The sunlight shone on him, yet he still felt weak.

He stared at the dying flames and growled angrily.

"Those dog-food-like Skrulls... Damn Mephisto..."

"We need to find a place to land..."

"We need to find some help..."

Fury's gaze turned toward New York.

Although I really don't want to admit it.

But now, only that person can save the day.

"Homelanders..."

……

Since the White House Rose Garden press conference, people have stopped obsessing over the fear of the end of the world, and the whole planet seems to have been injected with a powerful dose of adrenaline.

It felt like the eve of Armstrong's moon landing in the 60s, when all of humanity held its breath and watched with bated breath. But this time, the stakes were higher and the stage was wider.

"Human Expeditionary Force", "Vought Deep Space Agency", "Age of Interstellar Voyage".

These terms, like a virus, occupied the top three spots on all online platforms' trending search terms.

On screens in countless homes, recruitment ads from the Vought Deep Space Exploration and Resource Development Agency are playing on a loop.

In the bar, tattooed football hooligans and well-dressed financial elites clinked glasses, no longer arguing about which team would win, but betting on which planet humanity's second home would be built on.

Even in the war-torn Middle East, those militants who usually carry AK47s and shoot at each other would put down their guns at dusk, gather around the somewhat malfunctioning CRT television, and stare at the blond man with a strange fanaticism in their eyes that transcended religion and race.

Humans are contradictory beings. They fear the unknown, yet yearn to conquer it.

And now, someone wants to turn this desire into reality.

Every child gazing at the stars, every adult who has ever been captivated by science fiction, felt a tremor in their soul at this moment.

They will witness history...

The passage of the "Extraterrestrial Disaster Workers Protection Act" caused a brief period of volatility in the stock market.

However, with the introduction of the concept of "interstellar resource development", stocks in the military, energy, and aerospace sectors have risen sharply like rockets.

Greedy capitalists have smelled something even more tempting than gold and oil—interstellar plunder.

It was a blind, expansionist optimism.

……

VGD headquarters hangar.

The Raider spaceship, originally cobbled together from space debris, has undergone a dramatic transformation thanks to the combined efforts of the two, or rather, the man and the raccoon.

The original mottled and rusty outer shell was completely peeled off and covered with a nano-vibranium coating provided by Wote.

The spaceship was no longer the drab, wasteland-style ship it once was.

Its entire body is a deep midnight blue, while the edges of the wings and tail are outlined with Stark's favorite hot red, creating sharp lines. The gold "V" logo is printed on the nose, shining brightly under the lights.

The streamlined fuselage is full of aerodynamic beauty, which is not important in space, but as the Chinese say, "Being cool is a lifelong thing."

Rocket jumped onto the wing, stroked the smooth, cold coating, and grinned from ear to ear.

"Oh...Mamma mia..."

Rocket let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"Hey, you scientists from a primitive tribe... While your technology might be a bit outdated, your taste... is absolutely amazing! This is what a spaceship should look like! A million times better than Yondu's aesthetic sense!"

"Look at the sheen, look at the lines...this is simply a work of art!"

With a smug smile, Tony walked to the holographic design table and traced his finger in the air.

"In addition, I'm trying to use your quantum engine as the main power source, and then use my arc reactor as the independent power source for the weapon system..."

"...So that way you can maintain full firepower while jumping?" Rocket's eyes lit up instantly, a light of recognition as if he'd found a kindred spirit. "Hey! You've got a quick mind!"

"Of course, I'm Tony Stark, you cosmic country bumpkin." Tony raised his eyebrows, looking smug.

"Clang, clang, clang—"

The hangar doors opened.

Azu strode in, followed by Jessica Jones.

"It seems everyone gets along very well."

He looked around, his gaze finally settling on the drastically changed spaceship.

"Is this our car?"

Azu stepped forward, his fingers tracing the cold metal casing.

"Not bad." He nodded. "Looks much better than the one we found in that junkyard before."

Tony walked over and handed Azu a uniquely shaped camera.

That was a "full-sky quantum live-streaming device" pieced together from various rocket parts; it resembled a metallic eyeball and emitted a faint blue light.

"This is a communication camera based on the principle of quantum entanglement. The core technology was provided by the rocket, and I packaged it. No matter where you are in the universe, as long as you haven't left the Milky Way, the signal delay will not exceed 0.01 seconds."

"Well done, Tony." Azu took the equipment and handed it to Jessica.

"You've really shown your skills, sweetheart."