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DC Heroes in Marvel

Anton wakes up in the Marvel universe as the heir to the Daily Bugle and grandson of J. Jonah Jameson. In this chaotic world filled with villains, superheroes, and unexpected threats, Anton must find his footing. His only advantage? A DC Heroes Template System, granting him access to the abilities and personas of DC’s finest. Using this system, Anton navigates the dangers around him, striving to make a name for himself and rise to the top. … Translation; and rights belong to its original author. For advance chapter: patreon.com/Vks_sh

Vks_sh · 电影同人
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C196(2)

Coulson stood in the pit, staring at Thor's Hammer. His thoughts swirled between Zeus and Thor. His expression darkened.

The more he uncovered, the more incredible the truth seemed.

Could gods really exist?

Zzzzt!

Suddenly, an alarm blared from the communicator on his chest.

"Sir, an agent fell, and the cordon was breached! Someone broke in!"

The emergency notice jolted Coulson back to his senses, an ominous premonition rising in his chest.

Coulson, who had been forced to endure Wonder Woman screenings almost daily, quickly realized this could be one of those so-called "gods" breaking in—likely someone who wanted to claim Thor's hammer.

"Stop him!" Coulson ordered firmly. "Don't let him near the crater."

"Understood!"

A few minutes later, Coulson surveyed the chaotic scene at the stronghold near the crater, his frustration growing.

The intruder was clearly more formidable than expected.

"Coulson, I'm in position," Hawkeye's calm voice came through the communicator. He had already drawn his bow and was aiming at the figure causing havoc below.

"Wait!" Coulson stopped him. "There are abnormal electromagnetic waves around Thor's hammer. This person might actually be Thor."

"Do you want me to hold back, or should I send in more agents to get beaten up?" Hawkeye asked dryly, his arrow tracking the intruder's movements. "He doesn't look like a god to me—just a really strong guy."

The sheer number of agents the intruder had taken down was enough to impress even Hawkeye, who grudgingly acknowledged the man's combat prowess.

"Let him go," Coulson decided after a pause, gritting his teeth. "If he's really a god, we can't stop him anyway. But if he isn't...he must know something."

"Understood."

The conversation ended as the intruder reached the crater and set his eyes on the hammer—his "dream prize."

Behind him, Coulson watched solemnly, gripping his communicator. "All units, stand by. Barton, prepare your most powerful arrow."

"Got it."

Meanwhile, the intruder approached Thor's hammer.

"Mjolnir, we meet again!" he exclaimed with a confident smile, placing both hands on the hammer's handle and pulling with all his strength.

Thor's hammer didn't budge. It stood as immovable as a mountain.

The man—Thor himself—froze in disbelief.

"No!" he bellowed, falling to his knees in the rain. "Father, why would you do this to me?!"

Coulson, unfazed by Thor's despair, exhaled in relief. "Looks like he's not Thor after all."

As soon as he finished speaking, agents swarmed in, restraining the weakened and despondent Thor with ease.

Coulson attempted to interrogate Thor, but his efforts were fruitless. The former god remained silent and dazed, offering no useful information. 

Frustrated, Coulson left the scene to report back to headquarters and plan their next steps.

In the isolated glass holding cell, Thor sat alone, his shoulders slumped in defeat.

Swish!

A figure suddenly appeared in the room.

"Loki?"

Thor's eyes lit up with recognition, his despair momentarily replaced with excitement. "Why are you here?"

"Father is dead," Loki said coldly, his voice a sharp and merciless blow.

Elsewhere:

"He definitely knows something," Coulson said, speaking into his communicator with S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury.

Hawkeye stood nearby, arms crossed, silently observing.

Hawkeye had no authority to act independently on this mission; all his actions were dictated by Coulson's orders. 

Still, he had witnessed everything that had transpired and absorbed the key information: Greek mythology, Thor's hammer, Zeus, and the possible connection between the two.

That unknown man—his actions earlier are indeed suspicious.

"...we'll get more information from him as soon as possible."

After Coulson reported the situation, he returned to the interrogation room with Hawkeye and found Thor sitting silently.

"I'll ask you again," Coulson began, his tone calm. "Who are you? What are you trying to do? And what is your connection to that hammer—Thor's hammer? I heard you call it Mjolnir. You seem to know a lot about it."

"You know Mjolnir?"

Thor's slumped expression shifted slightly. He raised his head, and a flicker of light appeared in his previously lifeless eyes. Slowly, he replied, "It seems you've already uncovered some details."

"Of course," Coulson said with a nod. "That's Thor's hammer, your weapon. Or perhaps I should call you Zeus. Am I right?"

"Zeus?"

Thor was taken aback, then let out a short laugh. "I've never heard anyone call me that before."

It's worth noting that in this unique Marvel world, it wouldn't be unreasonable to associate Thor with Zeus from Greek mythology. 

After all, Loki, the god of mischief, plays significant roles in both Norse and Greek mythologies. Moreover, Thor's ally Hercules is also known as Heracles, the greatest hero in Greek mythology and the son of Zeus. 

In this world, however, Hercules is simply a close friend of Thor.

"You?" Coulson frowned, piecing together the implications of Thor's words. "Are you saying you're Thor?"

He hesitated, adding, "But you couldn't even lift Thor's hammer earlier."

"That's because I've lost my powers!" Thor replied firmly.

"Wait a moment."

Hawkeye, standing nearby, suddenly interrupted their conversation. His sharp eyes scanned the room as his expression grew serious. "Has someone else been here recently?"

"What do you mean?" Coulson asked, surprised. "No one but me has entered this room, and without my orders, it's impossible for anyone else to get in."

"No."

Hawkeye's tone was grim. "Someone has been here. An outsider. Not one of us. Coulson, are you absolutely sure no one has entered besides you?"

"I'm certain," Coulson replied, his gaze shifting to Thor.

Hawkeye's eyes also fell on the Norse god. The implication was clear.

"Fine," Thor admitted with a nod. "My brother was here."

"Your brother?" Coulson asked.

"Loki. The god of mischief," Thor clarified.

The moment Thor spoke his name, Coulson and Hawkeye froze. They exchanged glances, their faces tense with unease.

A god.

An actual god.

Things had escalated to a point where even the most skeptical minds could no longer deny the truth. 

Loki had managed to infiltrate a secure S.H.I.E.L.D. facility, bypassing agents and surveillance with ease. This level of ability was extraordinary—and deeply concerning.

If it weren't for Hawkeye's sharp senses, they wouldn't have even realized Loki had been there. The god of mischief had spoken to Thor without anyone noticing.

"The situation is getting trickier," Coulson muttered, his expression dark. He turned to Hawkeye. "We're going to need external support."

"External support?"

Hawkeye's brow furrowed. "You mean Batman?"

"No, Batman isn't suited for this situation."

"Then you mean... Anton?"

"Yes, Anton is not only an official member of the Justice League but also a director and screenwriter of the Wonder Woman movie. He's more suited for this than Batman. The most important thing is that he has better control than Batman."

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