Judgment of the Endless (MarvelxDC)

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the newly formed headquarters of The Agency, the first group of heroes began to arrive.

Superman, Batman, Captain America, Natasha Romanoff, and Diana Prince—all legends in their own right—touched down near the grand entrance of the colossal structure.

Each had taken it upon themselves to represent their respective teams, understanding the gravity of what this new organization meant for the future of their world.

The building itself was a marvel—an architectural wonder that seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding mountains, yet stood out with its grandeur and majesty.

The exterior was a mixture of sleek, futuristic design and timeless elegance, with towering pillars and vast windows that reflected the sky.

It radiated a sense of both power and serenity, a fitting home for an organization dedicated to training the next generation of heroes.

As they entered, the group expected a setting that matched the building's impressive exterior—something formal, professional, and perhaps even a bit imposing.....

Instead, they were met with something entirely different. Disastrously different.

Inside the grand lobby, which was bathed in warm, golden light, the air was thick with an unusual blend of chaos and hilarity.

Instead of the orderly environment they had anticipated, the heroes found themselves in the middle of what could only be described as a full-blown circus, orchestrated by none other than the ISIS team—better known as the world's most dysfunctional spy agency.

Lana Kane, the tall and fierce field agent, was in the middle of a heated argument with Cheryl Tunt, who was gleefully trying to climb one of the towering statues that adorned the lobby.

"Cheryl, get down from there before you break something—or yourself!" Lana's voice was a mix of exasperation and command.

Cheryl, ever the eccentric, giggled as she continued her climb, "Oh, come on, Lana! Live a little! Besides, this statue is just asking to be climbed!"

Meanwhile, Cyril Figgis was busy trying to stop Pam Poovey from racing around the lobby on a newly acquired motorized scooter.

"Pam, you're going to crash into something!" Cyril's voice was laced with panic as he jogged after her, trying to keep up.

Pam, however, was unfazed. "Relax, Figgis! I'm just giving this baby a test drive!" She whooped as she narrowly avoided colliding with a massive potted plant.

Archer, the man of the hour, was lounging on a plush sofa, sipping a drink and watching the chaos unfold with a satisfied smirk.

"This, my friends, is what peak efficiency looks like," he quipped, raising his glass to the sky as if to toast their madness.

Malory Archer, ever the critical matriarch, was standing off to the side with a drink of her own, shaking her head in disapproval. Why did they have to drag her out her retirement? Can't an old lady rest.

"I can't believe you're all acting like children. We're supposed to be professionals," she muttered, though her stern expression softened as she took a sip of her martini.

As the group of heroes stood there, taking in the scene, Superman couldn't help but exchange a glance with Batman, whose expression remained as stoic as ever.

"This… is unexpected," Superman said, his voice tinged with both amusement and bewilderment.

Captain America, ever the soldier, cleared his throat. "I'm not sure if this is the best time for… whatever this is."

Natasha, with her sharp eyes and even sharper wit, smirked. "It's definitely not what I had in mind, but it's… something."

Diana, who had seen her fair share of strange and surprising situations, simply shook her head with a small smile. "Perhaps we should have anticipated that Darius' choice in recruits might be… unconventional."

As they moved further into the lobby, trying to navigate the chaos, Lana finally noticed them and shot Archer a glare. "Archer, would you stop lounging around and help? We have guests!"

Archer, never one to take orders without a quip, sat up slightly. "Oh, come on, Lana. They're superheroes. I'm sure they can handle themselves. Besides, what's the point of all this power if you can't enjoy a little anarchy?"

Cyril, still chasing after Pam, chimed in, "This is not how we're supposed to greet people!"

Pam zipped by on her scooter, narrowly avoiding the group of heroes. "You guys just don't know how to have fun!"

Malory, ever the pragmatist, took a step forward, waving her drink as if to dismiss the chaos around her. "You'll have to excuse them. They're not usually this… enthusiastic. But I assure you, when it comes to getting the job done, they're some of the best."

Captain America, still taking in the scene with a critical eye, nodded. "I've heard of your team's exploits. Unconventional as they may be, they're effective."

Batman, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, finally spoke. "We're not here to judge. We're here to see what Darius has planned."

Natasha's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "If this is the welcome committee, I'm interested to see what's next."

Just as the words left her mouth, the chaos seemed to subside slightly, with Lana finally managing to get Cheryl down from the statue and Cyril successfully convincing Pam to park the scooter.

Archer, ever the showman, rose from his seat and gestured grandly to the heroes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Agency! Where professionalism is optional, but saving the world is mandatory."

The heroes exchanged looks, and despite the absurdity of the situation, there was a sense of camaraderie in the air.

They had come expecting one thing and found something entirely different—but perhaps that was exactly what the world needed.

A mix of chaos and order, seriousness and humor, all working together to face the challenges ahead.

As they moved forward, deeper into the building, the shenanigans of the ISIS team faded into the background, but the laughter and light heartedness they brought remained. 

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The group of heroes, led by Superman, Captain America, and Batman, continued their tour of The Agency headquarters, trying to put aside the chaotic introduction from the ISIS team.

Lana, who had taken charge of the tour, led them through the various levels of the grand building, explaining the purpose of each area with a mix of pride and professionalism.

"This floor," Lana gestured to the expansive hallway lined with doors on either side, "is where the dormitories for the new recruits are located. Each room is equipped with state-of-the-art technology, allowing for complete customization based on the occupant's needs."

"We've even got a few rooms specifically designed for those with more… unique abilities."

As they walked, Natasha's sharp eyes caught sight of a door labeled "Danger Room."

She smirked and exchanged a knowing look with Captain America. "Seems like Darius has borrowed a few ideas from Xavier's school."

Lana nodded, picking up on her observation. "The Danger Room is one of the most advanced training simulations in existence. It's been upgraded to handle anything from hand-to-hand combat scenarios to full-scale cosmic threats. But the real show is downstairs."

With a mysterious smile, Lana led the group to a large set of double doors at the end of the hallway. As they approached, the doors slowly swung open, revealing a massive staircase that spiraled downward into the depths of the mountain.

"Follow me," Lana said, starting the descent.

The group made their way down the staircase, the air growing cooler as they descended. After what felt like an eternity, they reached the bottom, and another set of doors slid open, revealing the grand training room.

The sight before them was nothing short of awe-inspiring. The training room was the size of an entire city, with various landscapes and terrains sprawled out across the vast expanse.

There were towering mountains, dense forests, open plains, and even bodies of water—each section carefully crafted to provide different training environments for the recruits.

The ceiling, impossibly high, was enchanted to mimic the sky, complete with drifting clouds and the occasional flash of lightning.

"Whoa," Superman muttered, his eyes wide with amazement.

"This is… incredible," Captain America said, his voice filled with admiration.

But what truly caught their attention was the figure at the center of the room.

Sitting in a meditative state on a raised platform was Darius, his shirtless form radiating a subtle, yet powerful energy. His long white hair floated around him as if suspended in water, glowing faintly in the dim light.

His eyes were closed, and his expression was one of deep concentration, as if he was in another realm altogether.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a smirk. "Well, this is a sight."

Diana, who had recently gone on a few dates with Darius, felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of him. Despite her warrior's discipline, she couldn't help but admire the raw power and grace he exuded even in a meditative state.

"He truly is something else," she murmured softly, more to herself than anyone else.

"I'll say," Natasha added, noticing Diana's gaze and giving her a teasing nudge. "Looks like someone's smitten."

Diana shot her a look, trying to hide the faint blush on her cheeks. "He's just… impressive, that's all."

As they continued to observe, the group noticed six towering figures standing in a circle around Darius.

These were not ordinary beings; they were Darius' Archers of the Endless, each one radiating an absurd amount of power that made even the seasoned heroes feel a twinge of unease.

The Archers were tall, at least seven feet each, with physiques that seemed carved from stone.

Their features were sharp and chiseled, and they wore armor that shimmered with a strange, otherworldly light.

Each Archer held a massive bow, its string glowing with the same heavenly fire that had imbued the arrows they had loosed earlier. They stood motionless, their eyes locked onto Darius as if guarding him from any potential threat.

"What the hell…?" Batman muttered, his instincts on high alert.

Captain America took a step forward, his hand resting on the shield strapped to his back. "Who are they?"

Lana, who had been watching the group's reactions with a hint of amusement, stepped forward to explain.

"Those are Darius' personal guard. They're ancient beings, bound to his will, and their power rivals that of gods. They only answer to him, and their loyalty is absolute. At least that's what he said."

Superman, always one to test his limits, floated a few inches off the ground, ready to approach Darius. "I'm going to try to talk to him."

But as soon as he made a move, the Archers responded. In perfect unison, they raised their bows, each one drawing back an arrow imbued with heavenly fire.

The air crackled with energy, and the heroes felt a wave of pressure wash over them, as if the very atmosphere was warning them to stay back.

Diana, sensing the danger, instinctively reached for her sword, but she hesitated. She knew these beings were not to be trifled with, especially not when Darius was in such a vulnerable state.

"Wait," she said, holding out a hand to stop the others. "Let's not provoke them. They're only doing their job."

Natasha's eyes flicked between the Archers and Darius, calculating the odds. "If they're guarding him this intensely, there must be a reason."

"Perhaps he's in a deep trance," Batman suggested, his analytical mind already working through the possibilities. "We shouldn't disturb him."

Captain America nodded in agreement. "Diana's right. Let's give him some space. We can talk to him once he's finished."

Reluctantly, the group backed away, giving the Archers a wide berth. The Archers, sensing the retreat, slowly lowered their bows, but they remained vigilant, their eyes never leaving Darius.

As they moved to a safe distance, Lana let out a small sigh of relief. "You handled that well. Those Archers are not to be messed with. Darius is… special to them, in more ways than one."

Diana, still watching Darius from afar, couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and respect for the man she had come to know.

He was powerful beyond measure, yet there was a calmness to him that drew her in, a serenity that seemed to defy the chaos of the world around him.

As the group continued their tour, the image of Darius, surrounded by his powerful guardians, remained etched in their minds.

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