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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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C199(1)

Although Anton only provided a vague answer, it confirmed many of the conjectures already in Coulson's mind.

After gathering enough intelligence, Coulson could finally report the specific situation to Fury at headquarters and help formulate a response strategy.

Once Coulson left, Anton moved freely around the crater stronghold. He approached Thor's Hammer and, of course, tried to pick it up—without success.

According to its most basic lore, Thor's Hammer, Mjolnir, can only be lifted by someone deemed "worthy." 

Whoever manages to lift it gains "the power of Thor." Typically, those recognized as worthy possess a "pure heart" and "unshakable will."

Regarding the final battle, when Captain America picked up Thor's Hammer in a critical moment, it seemed natural at first glance. 

However, Anton thought it felt more like Thor's hammer, unwilling to be overshadowed by the Stormbreaker, deliberately sought to reclaim its relevance.

Thor's reaction—seeing Cap lift Mjolnir and yelling, "I knew it!"—added a layer of emotional drama that was truly eye-opening.

Anton let go of the hammer and shook his head.

Until Thor claimed the Stormbreaker, Mjolnir seemed unlikely to open its heart to anyone, even someone who met all the conditions. Still, Anton couldn't shake a vague thought.

What if Wonder Woman, with her divine strength, tried to lift it? Would Mjolnir recognize her?

It was a question worth testing someday.

"Anton."

A familiar voice interrupted his musings. Turning, he saw Hawkeye standing at the entrance of the crater.

"Though this is our first meeting, your reputation precedes you—Justice League member and Batman's spokesperson," Hawkeye said, his sharp gaze fixed on Anton.

"Is there a problem?" Anton asked, his tone flat as he met Hawkeye's eyes.

"I'm Clint Barton, but you can call me Hawkeye," he replied, narrowing his gaze further. "Even though I know you already know who I am, I still thought an introduction was in order."

"If you don't need anything, I'd prefer to be left alone," Anton said coolly.

"One last thing," Hawkeye added. "It's nice to see you here."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Anton watched his retreating figure, puzzled. Hawkeye's greeting seemed anything but genuine.

'Was that a show of dominance?' Anton wondered. 'No… it felt more like a child on the losing side of a fight, trying to poke at the opponent's teammate after they showed up on home turf—just enough to provoke, but not too much.'

Was it a test?

After a moment of thought, Anton smirked, finally grasping Hawkeye's awkward intent.

After his encounter with Anton, Hawkeye ran into Coulson, who had just finished reporting to headquarters. Though Coulson hadn't directly observed Hawkeye's actions, he had a good idea of what his intentions might have been.

"Did you meet Anton?" Coulson asked.

"I did," Hawkeye replied.

"What's your take on him?"

"I can't figure him out," Hawkeye admitted. "He has this… unshakable confidence. From his responses, it felt like no matter what happens, he already knows the outcome. Nothing seems to faze him."

Coulson sighed. "He knows a lot—more than we expected. Some of it goes beyond even what S.H.I.E.L.D. is aware of."

As Fury's trusted subordinate, Coulson had noticed his superior's recent silence. Fury hadn't shown any outward signs of concern, but Coulson could sense his unease.

Thinking back to some of the conversations between the Fury and Batman in New York, Coulson couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

It was obvious—there were serious problems within S.H.I.E.L.D. These issues, if left unchecked, could lead to the collapse of an organization that had stood strong for decades.

"This is why we value the Justice League," Coulson said. "If the Justice League only possessed extraordinary powers and overwhelming strength, we wouldn't place such importance on them. The key is that they hold sources of intelligence that surpass S.H.I.E.L.D. They seem to know secrets—real secrets—that we can barely even imagine."

Hawkeye frowned. "Incomplete intelligence?"

"Exactly. With incomplete intelligence, the Justice League could lead S.H.I.E.L.D. around by the nose. That's what makes them so dangerous."

Coulson nodded grimly. "From Anton's recent actions, it's clear he's a core member of the Justice League. We don't expect him to betray them, but he doesn't seem as guarded against S.H.I.E.L.D. as Batman and the others. Barton, it's critical that we find a way to extract more useful information from Anton."

"I understand." Hawkeye nodded. After a moment of thought, he recalled Coulson's earlier report to headquarters. "Did they give any orders?"

"Headquarters told us to act on the spot," Coulson replied. "They'll be monitoring the situation closely, and if a real emergency arises, they'll provide immediate support. Anton also promised me that the Justice League would take action at a critical moment."

"Who will they send to fight?" Hawkeye asked, a flicker of excitement in his voice. He couldn't help but think of his "old rivals" in the Justice League. Maybe it was time to redeem himself.

"Wonder Woman."

Coulson's response made Hawkeye's expression freeze. He turned his head in shock.

"You didn't see that coming?" Coulson shrugged. "I've been telling you for a while—Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, is real."

Meanwhile, Thor was locked in a glass containment room within the stronghold. To put it bluntly, it was a sophisticated glass prison designed specifically to prevent his escape.

In a divergence from the original sequence of events, Jane Foster and her team, who had tried to rescue Thor under the guise of being a research group, were now themselves being detained by S.H.I.E.L.D. 

Instead of sneaking him out, they had been invited to the stronghold—for a polite but firm "chat."

Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. had pieced together much of the cause and effect surrounding Thor's arrival, they weren't overly concerned with Jane and her team's research. 

However, considering the group might possess valuable insights, S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't about to let them leave just yet.

As a result, Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Erik Selvig, and Thor were all confined in the same area, separated only by glass walls. They exchanged silent, uncertain glances through the barriers.

"I knew I shouldn't have come to rescue him," Darcy muttered, slumping in defeat. "My future's over… What if they lock me up forever? I'm not even married yet!"

"Darcy, please stop talking," Jane said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure we can still get out of this."

"Who are you?"

Erik Selvig stared at Thor, who stood confidently before him. "This mysterious organization hasn't tortured us yet, but they've confiscated all our research data, backups, and even the backups of the backups. Clearly, they know exactly what they're doing."

"I am Thor, God of Thunder," Thor replied.

He seemed surprisingly calm, even smiling at the three people in front of him. "Trust me, they won't hold us for too long."

"What do you mean?" Jane Foster asked, frowning.

"They already know who I am. As long as they're certain I'm not a threat, they'll leave me alone. As for you… well, you're of no use to them. When the time comes, they'll let you go."

Thor's casual tone betrayed no worry. Despite their current situation, he seemed to take it all in stride.

After learning of his father's supposed death from Loki and facing the reality of his exile, Thor had begun to accept his circumstances. He was even prepared to live as an ordinary person for a time.

Though he was once the reckless prince of Asgard, Thor was no fool. He could understand S.H.I.E.L.D.'s reasoning. As long as they confirmed he wasn't a threat, they wouldn't harm him.

Even as an exile, Thor remained the prince of Asgard. He wasn't just any alien—he was once revered as a god on Earth, leaving behind myths and legends, including comparisons to Zeus. 

His reputation alone made him a diplomatic liability for S.H.I.E.L.D., ensuring they would tread carefully.

Unbeknownst to Thor and the others, a storm was brewing several kilometers away from the S.H.I.E.L.D. stronghold. 

The storm was not natural; it was caused by abnormal energy fluctuations, as if someone were opening a portal between dimensions.

Boom!

Coulson was in the middle of a conversation with Hawkeye when an agent rushed into the room, his expression tense and his voice urgent.

"Sir, we've detected a massive energy spike approximately three kilometers northwest of here. The readings are very similar to what we recorded that night."

"Grab your gear. Let's check it out."

Coulson's mind raced as he thought about Anton's warning.

Thor isn't a threat. But Thor's presence could bring danger to Earth.

Could these abnormal energy readings be connected to the threat Anton had hinted at? Coulson didn't dare let his guard down. 

Quickly assembling a team, he led a convoy to the site of the highest energy reading on the radar.

When they arrived, they were met with an unexpected sight: a large, circular magic symbol embedded in the ground. The design was intricately carved, with exquisite lines glowing faintly.

But there was no one there.

"Am I too late?" Coulson murmured, his expression darkening.

"Fall back! Everyone, get back to base immediately!"

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