Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

“Peggy, you’re a soldier too. On the battlefield, if the enemy throws a grenade at your position, you have to throw it back. It’s not about morality, it’s the law of survival,” Maria said firmly. “I am Captain Marvel of this universe, and I swear to protect life here. The fate of the other universe is not within my protection.”

"But this isn't war, Maria!" Carter turned to Captain Marvel. "The people on the other side don't even know we exist! They're innocent!"

"Innocent?" Mordo sneered. "Yes, it was all caused by the Strange, who were born in the universe. This is the price they have to pay. I fully support Reed's plan."

Carter felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the three men who had made up their minds.

She turned to look at Charles Xavier, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Charles, say something," Carter pleaded. "You've always believed in the light of humanity; you can't condone this massacre."

Charles closed his eyes and rubbed his temples in pain.

His powerful mental strength allowed him to sense the fear, determination, and helplessness of everyone present.

"This is the trolley problem," Charles said slowly, opening his eyes. "No matter which way we choose, our hands will be stained with blood."

"Charles, there's no time to hesitate," Reed urged. "The Time Ripper needs time to deploy and recharge; we need to make a decision now."

Charles looked at Reed, his eyes filled with deep sorrow. "Reed, intelligence shouldn't be used to find the most efficient way to kill."

He then turned to look at Carter and nodded.

"I disagree." Charles's voice was soft, but firm. "We are the Illuminati. Our existence is to guide the world with wisdom and light, not to slaughter another world just to save our own lives. If we make this decision today, how are we any different from Thanos? We save a world, but we lose our human souls."

Carter breathed a sigh of relief; Charles's support gave her strength.

"I second Charles," Carter shouted. "I absolutely disagree with this massacre order."

The meeting room reached a stalemate.

Reed, Maria, Mordo, approved.

Charles and Carter objected.

Three against two.

All eyes eventually turned to the man who had remained silent.

Black Bolt, the king of the Inhumans.

He sat there quietly, like a black sculpture.

Under the focused gaze of the crowd, Black Bolt slowly stood up.

His eyes were calm and deep, making it impossible to see through his inner thoughts.

Carter tried to find a trace of pity in his stern face. "Blackkarga, you are the King of Attilan. You know what it means to destroy a homeland. You cannot let this happen!"

"But your people also look threatening. If the collision occurs, the Inhumans will also be reduced to ashes. Vote with your reason," Maria urged from the side.

Black Bolt didn't look at anyone.

He stared at the Earth on the holographic projection, which was about to be marked as a target for destruction.

As king, he bore the weight of countless lives on his shoulders. His inability to speak made him accustomed to weighing the pros and cons in silence.

He knew Charles was right; it was an unforgivable sin.

But he also knew Reed was right. The king could not allow his people to die.

Black Bolt slowly raised his right hand.

He made several sign language gestures in front of his chest.

Upon seeing this, Reed's expression immediately softened.

He addressed Carter and Charles, announcing Black Bolt's decision in a somber tone.

"For Attilan, for our world."

He voted in favor.

Four against two.

The resolution was passed.

Carter, as if all his strength had been drained, slumped into his chair.

She looked at Black Bolt in disbelief, her eyes filled with disappointment and anger.

"You'll regret this," Carter said through gritted teeth. "History will remember this day! We're no longer heroes; we're a bunch of executioners!"

Mordo stood up, gave a cold snort, and said, "History is written by those who survive, Captain Carter."

The conference room door opened, and everyone left.

Carter and Charles were left alone in the empty conference room, watching the Earth being sentenced to death in the projection.

"We failed, Charles." Carter lowered his head and covered his face with his hands.

Charles wheeled himself over to her and gently patted her shoulder.

"Peggy, as long as the countdown hasn't ended, there's still hope." Charles's eyes sharpened. "The Illuminati made the wrong decision. But we can still do what we believe is right."

"Go find Stephen Strange," Charles said softly. "He's the root of this disaster, and the one who tied the knot must untie it. Perhaps he can find that third way."

"I will find him."

Carter stood up, slung the shield over his shoulder, and strode out of the conference room.