DC Heroes in Marvel

Shock!

All of Asgard heard Odin's announcement.

The man who had saved their realm from disaster had now risen to an unprecedented status—an honored guest of Asgard, comparable to a member of the royal family, with the authority to command their armies.

By comparison, his status now even seemed to surpass that of Thor.

Although Superman had undoubtedly played a crucial role in Asgard's victory, earning the admiration of the people, granting him such unparalleled privilege felt… excessive.

Some Asgardians couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"Could he be Odin's illegitimate son?"

"Is he actually a prince of Asgard?"

But no—that wasn't right.

Just earlier, the Dark Elf leader had attempted to recruit Superman during their confrontation, claiming that he wasn't an Asgardian. Neither Odin nor anyone else had denied it.

So why would Odin grant him such a prestigious title?

While the people pondered this, the fierce battle in Asgard's skies gradually subsided.

With their leader, Malekith, dead, the Dark Elf fleet could no longer hold their ground against the united might of Asgard's warriors.

Above, Thor, the God of Thunder, unleashed a devastating strike—

BOOM!

A blinding explosion lit up the sky, turning the battlefield into a sea of fire. The Dark Elves' warships crumbled, reduced to fiery wreckage, plummeting helplessly toward the ground.

At last—

The war was over.

Asgard had once again secured victory across the Nine Realms.

The people of Asgard cheered.

Despite the significant damage to their great city, they had moved swiftly, suffering minimal casualties compared to the enemy.

More importantly, this victory reaffirmed Asgard's strength.

On one hand, they had Superman, an extraordinarily powerful ally.

On the other, Thor, though not as overwhelmingly dominant as Superman, had still played a vital role in battle, holding back countless enemy warships, defending the palace, and protecting their home.

And after war—

Came celebration.

With the palace servants working swiftly, the Asgardians organized a grand feast.

The wounded were quickly healed by magic.

Those with minor injuries were soon back on their feet, dancing and drinking under the starlit sky, the bonfires casting long, flickering shadows.

Even the severely injured, wrapped in heavy bandages like mummies, sat comfortably as they were tended to, enjoying food and drink brought to them by their fellow Asgardians.

Superman and Jane Foster attended the banquet.

Anton watched the festivities, absorbing the unique atmosphere of Asgard's victory. After a while, he bid farewell to Odin.

With the matter settled, it was time to leave—with Jane Foster by his side.

Before departing—

Thor approached him.

A heavy drinker, Thor swayed slightly, the strong scent of alcohol clinging to him as he spoke in a bold, confident tone:

"Next time, I won't lose to you again!"

His words slurred slightly, but his spirit remained unshaken.

"Superman, just you wait. Next time, I'll defeat you—fair and square!"

Anton chuckled, shrugging.

"I look forward to our next fight," he said with a smirk. "Try not to end up crying this time."

Jane Foster rolled her eyes as Anton pulled her closer.

Then—

He activated his teleportation bracelet.

BOOM!

Above them, energy surged, converging into a swirling vortex.

The fabric of space shattered—and they disappeared.

Whoosh!

A golden halo enveloped them, and in the blink of an eye, Anton and Jane Foster vanished before the eyes of the Asgardians.

"Goodbye, Superman!"

"Next time we meet, I'll drink you under the table!"

"Hahaha!"

The Asgardians laughed heartily. Brave and unbothered by farewells, they saw parting not as an end, but as a promise of future reunions.

For all its grandeur, Asgard often felt closer to an ideal society than modern-day Earth.

Of course, this was only possible because the Asgardians had dominated the Nine Realms for millennia, forging unparalleled confidence and an unshakable foundation of power.

A harmonious society, after all, could only exist after war secured unity.

At the open-air banquet, Odin watched as Superman and Jane Foster disappeared into the ether.

Standing beside the King of the Gods was his wife, Queen Frigga.

"He accepted your gift. The future has changed. No one can predict what comes next..."

Frigga smiled knowingly. "Isn't that exactly what we wanted?"

Odin turned to his wife and smiled. "No. You survived. That is what I truly wanted to see."

Frigga's eyes softened at his words.

A short distance away, Thor observed his parents.

He had no idea what they were whispering about, but he could practically feel the warmth between them.

It surrounded him like an invisible wave of affection.

Ugh. Were they… flirting?

Was he third-wheeling his own parents?!

Thor suddenly found himself deep in thought.

Maybe I should find a princess…

He recalled the blind dates Odin had been nagging him about over the past few days.

Maybe I should actually start meeting them. Who knows? One of them might be the right match.

Or I could just date around.

Test the waters a bit.

Lost in his musings, Thor didn't notice Heimdall's sudden shift in expression.

"Not good!"

Heimdall's ears twitched as he snapped his gaze toward Thor and Odin.

Sensing his urgency, both father and son turned to him immediately.

"What's wrong?" Odin asked.

Heimdall's expression darkened.

"Loki has escaped!" he declared grimly. "The 'Loki' in the dungeon was just a magical illusion he left behind."

Silence fell.

Thor and Odin exchanged glances—neither of them looked particularly surprised.

Thor snorted. "Typical."

He cracked his knuckles. "The Rainbow Bridge is still under repair, so he won't get far. I'll hunt him down!"

"No need."

Odin's tone was calm, almost indifferent.

"He's already left Asgard."

Thor blinked in confusion. "What? How do you know that?"

Odin sighed.

"The Nine Realms are overlapping. Right now, there are countless hidden space rifts—far more than before. Loki understands these paths better than you. Even without the Rainbow Bridge, he wouldn't sit around waiting to be caught."

He gave Thor a long, pointed look.

"Thor, tomorrow, you will go to Earth. Heimdall will locate a suitable passage for you."

Thor raised an eyebrow. "Why Earth?"

Odin's gaze remained firm. "Loki was last defeated there. He won't let that humiliation stand. He will try to make a comeback."

"Then I'll stop him from causing trouble!" Thor declared confidently.

Odin sighed again.

"No, Thor. That's not your mission."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering how he had raised such a dense son.

Where was the cunning he had as a youth?

"You're not going to Earth to defeat Loki. You're going so that Asgard can save face with the superheroes there."

Thor frowned. "Save face?"

Odin's expression hardened. "Do not kill Loki on the spot. As long as he's alive, Asgard can still retrieve him."

After a brief pause, he added, "Preferably in one piece."

Thor groaned.

"Fine. But how am I supposed to get back?"

Odin smirked. "Figure it out."

"Justice League."

Heimdall already knew the answer and said, "They have teleportation devices. That technology can send you back to Asgard."

"Okay."

Thor looked around, glancing first at Heimdall, then at his father. Suddenly, he realized—he wasn't exactly thrilled about this arrangement.

Earth.

New York.

Inside an abandoned warehouse.

Anton—disguised as Superman—and Jane Foster had just returned.

Like Asgard, it was nighttime in New York. However, the warehouse wasn't empty.

Waiting inside were Jane's research teammates: Daisy Louise and Erik Selvig. Both looked exhausted but remained glued to the space portal, anxiously awaiting Jane and Superman's return.

They were worried—about Jane's safety, about what had happened after Superman showed up, and what came next.

As for Anton's "cheap father," John Jameson? The moment he confirmed Anton had returned safely, he left the warehouse, trusting Daisy and Erik to handle things.

Finally—

A faint blue glow illuminated the room as space energy swirled at the center of their makeshift lab.

Two figures emerged through the portal.

Jane Foster and Superman.

"You're back!"

"Jane! Thank god you're okay!"

Daisy and Erik rushed forward, embracing Jane in relief.

Then—

Daisy glanced at Superman, hesitated for a second, then grinned mischievously and spread her arms wide—ready for a hug.

But before she could pounce—

Jane Foster stepped in.

A solid, impenetrable wall between Daisy and Superman.

"That's enough hugging for today, Daisy."

"Oh?"

Daisy's eyes flicked between Jane and Superman, her grin widening.

She crossed her arms, smirking. "I see how it is."

Jane's face turned red. "Daisy, it's not what you think—"

"Say no more."

Daisy cut her off dramatically, waving a hand. "I get it! My best friend's man is off-limits. No worries, I have morals."

Erik chuckled, nodding in approval. "She's right, Jane. You should find yourself a boyfriend."

Although Erik wasn't entirely convinced about Jane and Superman as a couple, he definitely didn't want her to spend her entire life buried in research.

"It's not what you think!" Jane's face burned with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Anton—still in his Superman form—stood to the side, expression unreadable.

Was Jane already falling for him?

He had a feeling that was the case. After all, no woman could resist the world's most perfect specimen.

But truthfully? He didn't care.

That wasn't his priority.

"Jane, I have to go."

Anton turned to face the three of them. "I have a lot to take care of. See you around."

Before anyone could respond—

Boom!

Superman shot up through the warehouse ceiling, vanishing into the night sky.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

In a high-security U.S. government facility, alarms blared.

A sudden surge of powerful energy had been detected.

Within moments, satellites locked onto a figure ascending at high speed, rapidly approaching the edge of Earth's atmosphere.

The surveillance team scrambled, analyzing the incoming data.

Finally, the system produced a clear image.

A man in a red cape.

A symbol on his chest.

Superman.

The lead operator's face turned pale.

"Sir, we have a situation."

John Keller, the United States Secretary of Defense, received the urgent report.

His fingers drummed on the desk as he studied the satellite image.

"Superman?"

For a moment, he remained silent, deep in thought.

Then, he reached for his phone.

Superman was an uncontrollable variable.

So far, he hadn't shown any intention of interfering with Earth's affairs, but... could that change?

What if, one day, Superman decided that Earth's development wasn't going in the right direction?

Would he intervene?

Would he forcefully reshape human civilization?

The possibilities were terrifying.

Keller needed answers.

And there was only one person who could provide them.

Anton.

The official spokesperson for the Justice League.

At that moment, Anton—who had just arrived home—felt his phone vibrate.

He glanced at the caller ID.

John Keller.

With a sigh, he picked up.

"Alright, let's hear it."

Knowing keller's purpose, Anton smiled and said,

"Don't worry. Superman has no interest in this poor little planet. A man's ambition will always be the stars."

He continued, "Recently, there have been some disturbances in the Nine Realms. After thousands of years, we've encountered an extremely rare astronomical event—the Nine Realms are overlapping. During this period, space channels will open more frequently, and some people from other worlds may accidentally cross into Earth."

Anton's tone grew more serious. "A powerful force has also awakened during this phenomenon. The Dark Elves—Asgard's ancient mortal enemy from thousands of years ago. That's why Superman appeared. He was helping Asgard handle the crisis. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to contact Asgard directly for confirmation."

He added casually, "I'll send you information about the Nine Realms' overlap later. Make sure everyone stays alert. Strange events will occur, but it's normal. Once the overlap ends, the world will return to its usual calm."

Anton's explanation left Keller momentarily speechless.

There was a lot to process.

So Superman's return to Earth wasn't random—it was because Asgard, Earth's intergalactic neighbor, was facing a crisis. And since Asgard's troubles often had spillover effects on Earth, Superman had stepped in to handle it.

Given Anton's track record, Keller had no reason to doubt him.

Of course, the U.S. government and the World Security Council had their own channels of communication with Asgard. They'd be able to verify the information soon enough.

Keller exhaled. "Of course, I believe you, Anton."

In reality, he hadn't been calling to question Superman's presence. He simply needed a reasonable explanation—something he could pass along to those who'd inevitably demand answers.

After a brief pause, Keller changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, there's something else I need to warn you about."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Wayne Enterprises is doing well, but you're not without competition. To secure more military contracts, Klaus Technologies has been increasing its incentives to the defense sector. In short—you've got a new competitor."

Anton raised an eyebrow. "Klaus Technologies?"

The name sounded vaguely familiar. He thought for a moment, then his expression turned a little strange.

"Wait—you mean the company that used to be Pym Technologies?"

"That's right." Keller nodded. "Their CEO, Darren Klaus, recently showcased some of their latest research. Let's just say… we were impressed. I can't disclose details, but Wayne Enterprises needs to be prepared for the competition."

Anton's eyes narrowed slightly.

Darren Klaus, huh?

Looks like things were about to get interesting.

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