Marvel: My Sign-in System

In the afternoon, Jane Foster, Daisy, and Dr. Selvig sat on the sofa, exchanging uneasy glances.

Since returning to their apartment after surveying celestial bodies, they noticed something off about Thor. He seemed lost, his usual boisterous energy replaced by a heavy, soul-draining sadness. It was a stark contrast to the Thor they had come to know.

Having spent several days together, the three had grown close enough to consider him a friend, making his sudden shift in demeanor all the more concerning.

Jane was just about to ask Thor about his state when the screech of tires outside startled them. The sharp sound drew their attention to the transparent glass walls of the house. Through the front windows, they spotted several black SUVs pulling up.

Men clad in combat uniforms poured out of the vehicles, armed to the teeth with high-caliber weapons. The ominous scene froze Jane, Daisy, and Dr. Selvig in place.

The armed agents wasted no time. They broke through the glass door and stormed in, their guns trained on the group, ensuring no one dared to move.

"Who are you?" Jane managed to stammer, panic creeping into her voice.

A middle-aged man in a suit and sunglasses stepped forward. Slightly bald but exuding authority, he reached into his pocket and pulled out an ID.

"I am Agent Phil Coulson of the FBI," he announced, his tone firm but calm. "We need your cooperation with an investigation."

Before Jane could respond, Coulson continued, his tone brooking no argument.

"According to our findings, Dr. Jane Foster, you encountered an unidentified individual a few days ago and took him to Griffin Hospital. After regaining consciousness, he caused significant disturbances at the hospital before you retrieved him. Is that correct?"

As Coulson spoke, an agent handed him a tablet. He glanced at the screen and then gave a curt wave to his team.

"We'll need you to come with us."

Jane, Daisy, and Dr. Selvig could only watch helplessly as the armed agents moved past them, heading upstairs to search the apartment.

Island Duel: Lomon vs. Abomination

On a remote Pacific island, two titanic fists collided in a thunderous clash. The ground beneath them cracked under the sheer force of their blows. A violent shockwave rippled outward, bending nearby trees and sending dust swirling into the air.

Locked in a fierce standoff were two giants. One was the hulking Abomination, over two meters tall and weighing nearly a thousand pounds. Opposing him was Lomon, shorter at just over 1.8 meters but radiating raw power. His short black hair whipped in the turbulent winds created by their clash.

Abomination's feral eyes burned with hatred as he roared and pushed with all his might, determined to overpower his opponent. Yet, despite his immense strength, Lomon held his ground.

Though Lomon felt the strain, he wasn't about to yield. Fighting wasn't just about brute strength—it was about skill and strategy. And right now, he was determined to prove his superiority.

With a deep breath, Lomon summoned his full power. Sparks of electricity crackled around him as the aura of thunder intensified. In an instant, his strength surged, overwhelming Abomination's resistance.

Abomination grunted as his arms and body were forced back. Sensing the shift, Lomon grinned and seized the opportunity. He wrenched Abomination's arms apart, wrapped his left hand around the beast's waist, and unleashed a devastating blow to his chest.

The impact sent Abomination hurtling backward like a missile, crashing through trees and rocks before skidding to a halt.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and nearby birds scattered in terror.

Lomon stood still, watching the chaos settle. Moments later, Abomination's massive form emerged from the debris, leaping hundreds of meters to land in front of him.

But this time, the fight had left Abomination's eyes. The beast's ferocious light was gone, replaced by reluctant defeat.

"Do you still want to fight?" Lomon asked, twisting his neck and locking eyes with the hulking figure.

Abomination shook his head. "No more fighting."

His voice carried exhaustion and bitterness. Since his capture, Abomination had been relegated to the role of a sparring partner. It was a humiliating fate for someone once so proud of his strength.

Initially, he believed he could overpower his captors. After all, he was a monster among men. But he quickly learned the harsh truth: his opponents were far beyond him.

The first to humble him was Natasha. Her skill left no room for him to retaliate, and he knew better than to provoke her again. Next, he challenged Wanda.

That was a mistake he deeply regretted. Wanda had obliterated him with her magic, leaving him unable to even muster his strength. In his anger, he foolishly mocked her, only for her to unleash a new wave of pain.

After that, he moved on to Pietro, whose speed rendered Abomination helpless. Even in terms of raw strength, which Abomination had always prided himself on, Pietro proved superior.

One by one, he challenged the members of this peculiar group. And one by one, he was soundly defeated.

His final opponent was Lomon. But even here, he was no match. The group, in its entirety, was composed of monsters—monsters far more terrifying than Abomination himself.

Now, battered and humbled, he stood before Lomon, his pride shattered.

For the first time, Abomination realized that strength alone wasn't enough in this world of gods, mutants, and enhanced beings.

...

Join patreon if you want. patreon.com/GreekGreenGlass