"Let us welcome, Quicksilver from Sokovia...Pietro!!" Before the host finished speaking, the figure of Pietro had disappeared.
Whoa--!
All that was left was a silvery afterimage on the stage.
A second later, he reappeared.
There are three more things in my hand: sunglasses from Tony·Stark, Vibranium Shield from Steve·Rogers, and the unopened bottle of whiskey in front of Jessica Jones.
Pietro put the things on the ground with an unruly look on his face.
The whole place was silent for three seconds.
Then earth-shattering cheers broke out!
"It's too fast! You can't see clearly!!"
"Speed Force! Is this the fucking Speed Force?!"
The audience present was talking a lot.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The three lights came on almost at the same time.
A speedster of this level is a strategic resource that no team can refuse.
"Boy, give me back your sunglasses." Tony held up his messed up head, "Although you messed up my hair, this speed... I admit, it is faster than my Mark Armor. Come to me, I will make you faster."
"No." Pietro looked at Tony coldly and uttered one word bluntly.
Then he looked at Steve: "I won't go to your place either."
Finally, he turned his attention to Jessica and put the bottle of whiskey back on her table.
"I want to join your team."
The reason for Pietro is simple.
He had studied in Sokovia's base. This woman, originally named Queen Jones and now named Jewel, was Homelander's closest teammate. There were even rumors that she was Homelander's lover.
If you want to get close to Homelander, if you want to dismantle this hypocritical superhero empire from within, Jessica is the best springboard.
Jessica raised his eyebrows and picked up the whiskey. "A wise choice. Welcome, Pietro."
If Quicksilver Pietro is the coolest one in the audience, then the next one is the most... indescribable one in the audience.
"Hey! Hello everyone! I am your friendly neighbor--Captain Logan!"
Accompanied by a burst of dynamic pop music, Wade Wilson rushed onto the stage wearing a red and black tights and twisting his butt.
"I wanna see you out that door, Baby bye bye bye!"
Wade danced crazily on the stage, twisting his hips so much that the director had to give him a close-up.
"What kind of dance is that?" Steve·Rogers's senses were shocked, "It looks... quite exciting?"
"No matter who he is, he dances well." Tony watched with gusto and shook his head to the rhythm, "I must admit, this kid's butt is very perky, not inferior to yours, captain."
Wade danced while posing in various poses for the camera, and finally ended the performance with a seductive butt grab.
"Thank you! Thank you everyone! My name is Wade! But I prefer you to call me that sexy stunner in red tights!"
He suddenly covered his mouth and nose with one hand and pointed at Steve·Rogers with one hand, his voice trembling with excitement.
"Oh! For sale! It's Captain America! Real person! Live!!"
"Captain! I'm your biggest fan! I've read all your comics! I even bought your same style of underwear! I know you and I wear the same size!"
Wade gave an extremely non-standard military salute to Steve.
"Here, I want to pay tribute to you! Can you say 'Avengers assembly' to me!"
Steve looked embarrassed, but nodded politely. "Uh... hello, Wade. Your dance... is very energetic."
"So, what are your abilities?" Jessica interrupted him impatiently, "Apart from twerking and talking nonsense."
"Oh! That's a good question, Her Royal Highness the Queen!"
Wade pulled out two samurai swords from behind and made a "swish" sound.
Before anyone could react, Wade suddenly held the knife in his backhand and pointed it at his ribs...
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Two knives were inserted straight into his sides!
The blood instantly made his red suit redder.
"Ah--!!"
There was a scream of horror from the audience.
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid!" Wade turned around in a circle as if nothing was wrong, "Look! It's a double-edged sword! This is my promise to my friends! Isn't it very touching?"
Then he pulled out the knife, and the wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, without a drop of blood spattering.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang! A new me!"
"Uh..." the host rushed up, "Well... Mr. Wade, we are an all-age program, please pay attention to the scale..."
"Boom!"
Tony·Stark took the light.
"I like this guy." Tony laughed, "He has a great sense of humor, and I'm missing a joker in my team."
"I will take pictures too." Jessica also pressed the button, "Although he is a talkative person, his self-healing ability is very good."
Only Steve·Rogers didn't click. He shook his head. "Sorry, Wade. I'm not hiring artists here anymore."
"Oh! Captain! You broke my heart!" Wade covered his chest and cried bitterly.
"Okay, Wade." Tony said, "I have money, a lot of money. Follow me, and you will have an exclusive set of gold-plated swords and endless bullets."
"Money?"
Wade's tears were instantly retracted.
He looked at Jessica: "Do you have money?"
"I have fists." Jessica said coldly.
"I'm sorry, Queen."
"Dad! Iron Man Dad! I will be yours from now on! I'm going to live in Stark Tower! I'm going to take a shower with Iron Man!"
"I take back what I just said..." Tony regretted it.
"It's too late! No regrets!" Wade had already rushed off the stage and wanted to give Tony a hug, but was blasted away by a palm cannon.
"Keep your distance, Wade. Your blood will stain my armor."
The whole audience burst into laughter.
This night, the ratings of <Who Is the Next Superhero??> exploded as expected.
At this time, the land of the gods, Asgard.
The style of painting is completely different.
Since Bifrost was "accidentally" teleported that day, Homelander has been staying at Asgard for nearly a month.
This month, he has been living... quite well.
Although he is under house arrest in name, the old man Odin obviously does not want to really push this "God of Humanity" into a hurry. As long as he is not close to the core restricted area, he is basically free within the Asgard Palace range.
Moreover, he found a new thigh-Frigga Goddess.
Over the past month, the relationship between him and Frigga has been going quite well! Of course, it's the kind of pure friendship.
Frigga was wearing a simple and elegant robe, holding a book in his hand, and instructing with a gentle tone, "Magic is not Heat Vision, you can't force it out by staring. It is Mind Stone, you have to guide it."
Wu Yanzu was sitting cross-legged on the grass, holding the half-eaten golden apple in his hand.
This stuff is really good stuff.
Every bite not only tasted sweet, but also produced a weak magic power in his body. Although it wasn't much, mosquito legs were also meat.
"Mind Stone..." Homelander closed his eyes.
He is trying the little spell Frigga taught him - Spatial Folding Technique.
"Buzz..."
The air trembled slightly.
Homelander stretched out his hand, and a faint golden light shone on his fingertips.
The air in front of him rippled like water waves, and a transparent void appeared that only he could see.
"Go in."
He threw in the remaining half of the golden apple.
The apple disappeared.
Then he typed the Snap, and the apple appeared in his hand out of thin air.
"Successful!" Homelander opened his eyes, a little excited.