The Holy Son in Marvel

"Agent Romanoff is in danger!" Nick Fury grabbed Solomon Damonet's shoulder armor and yanked him down the steps. Although bullets couldn't harm a mage, Fury wasn't willing to take any chances. Solomon was far too important, and his safety had to be guaranteed. "Tell me," Fury demanded. "You have a way to stop the Hulk, don't you? I know you do!" 

"You guessed right. Now, tell me, which method do you want?" Solomon sneakily reached out, retrieved the book that had fallen under the table, and held it close to his chest. He already had several contingency plans for dealing with the Hulk. For someone driven purely by brute force, Solomon had plenty of tricks up his sleeve. For example, he could use enchantment spells to control Bruce Banner's emotions, forcing him to calm down. Without anger as his energy source, the Hulk would revert to his human form. Alternatively, he could use polymorph spells to transform the Hulk into a harmless small animal. 

However, Solomon wasn't entirely sure these spells would work. The Hulk's extraordinary constitution, boundless rage, and beast-like intuition might resist the effects of magic (Willpower saves could interfere). 

"Which method? I want all of them! Hurry!" Nick Fury rolled his eye as Solomon gestured with his hands, signaling that the task was complete. 

"Go save Agent Romanoff," Fury barked furiously. "I know you have portals! Go get her! She's with the Hulk right now!" 

"I told you, it's done." Solomon blinked and smiled. "The Hulk is currently in free fall. Don't worry, this is my specialty." 

"Sir… Dr. Banner has disappeared," came Agent Romanoff's voice over Fury's earpiece. "But... shattered glass just appeared out of nowhere here." 

Fury turned to glare at Solomon, who shrugged. While there were many ways to deal with the Hulk, Solomon had opted for the simplest and safest: banishing him to the Mirror Dimension. Nothing there could be broken, and he could let the big green menace stew in boredom before bringing him back. 

"I can never figure out your tricks," Fury grumbled irritably. "One day, I'll figure them out, and then you'll pay, you little punk." 

"In fact, my first task is already complete. Negotiating with the Asgardians was the first part of my job, and I think it's time for me to leave," the mage said. He picked up a deformed bullet from the ground and tossed it at Fury's head. "I wouldn't want rogue agents to ruin my work." 

"I'll give you a leave of absence! I'll have agents do your homework!" 

"I refuse. I'm a student." Solomon stood up, carrying his sword and book as if bullets weren't flying around him. The protective spells he'd cast—Arrow Ward and Reflective Arrows—were still active. Until he was directly hit by a few rounds, their effects wouldn't fade. He even deliberately moved into the line of fire, curious to see which unlucky shooter would be hit by a ricocheted bullet. 

"No!" Fury grew desperate. "I need you!" 

"It's the first time I've heard those words from a man. I must admit, it's a bit disgusting." Solomon shook his head and spoke in a soothing tone. "Don't worry. This will all be resolved. You won't die here." 

"Here? This is the Helicarrier! Is it that shabby?" Fury spluttered, struggling to find the right words. "Can you at least help out? Agent Hill is injured. Heal her! Or take out the armed personnel. Can you do that?" 

"But that's not my job." 

"Please!" 

Solomon glared at Fury, then grudgingly shoved a potion of minor healing into Agent Hill's mouth, who was still dazed from a grenade blast. He didn't mind doing small favors; he just wanted to hear Fury lower himself to plead—it amused him. After securing his sword on his back and stashing the book in his dimensional bag, Solomon strolled out of the bridge. 

As armed personnel rounded the corner and raised their weapons, two interwoven beams of brilliant white light slammed into them like sledgehammers, pinning them to the wall. (Mana Burst.) 

Solomon picked up a rifle, inspected it theatrically, then held it as he descended the stairs. His mission was to retrieve Agent Romanoff. 

The operation went smoothly; none of the armed personnel were a match for him. When he reached the lower engine room, he found Agent Romanoff dragging someone as she headed back up. 

"Is this the flying monkey?" Solomon raised an eyebrow. Fury had used that term, referencing the 1939 version of The Wizard of Oz, a classic movie Solomon had seen. 

"Not a flying monkey—a Legolas," Romanoff quipped with a smile. "This is Clint. Unfortunately, he can't greet you right now." 

"I didn't know you were a Lord of the Rings fan," Solomon chuckled. "I'm here to get you. Honestly, I'm terrible with guns. My shots all hit the walls, ricocheted off, and hit my armor. In the end, fists were more effective. Let me check your injuries. I heard you fell from the upper levels. SHIELD's rapid bone-healing drugs have nasty side effects—like the ones Daisy took in Agents of SHIELD. My alchemical potions are much better." 

"I'm fine," Romanoff replied, shaking her head. "But do you have a way to break mind control?" 

"What did you do?" 

"I hit him on the head. Hard." 

"Loki's enchantment magic is crude, so the solution is equally crude." Solomon handed her a small glass vial with a brass stopper. "This is smelling salts. If you think he's still under mind control, stick it under his nose… You know how to use it, right?" 

"I do. But I suspect you're just messing with Clint. He's already miserable enough." Romanoff looked at Solomon skeptically. "Are you up to something else?" 

"I have to leave. Loki is gone, and I need to move on to my next task." 

"In such a hurry?" 

"If I don't go now, it'll be too late. Don't hate me for it. Fury's keeping secrets from you. You'll find out eventually." 

After Solomon opened a portal and left, Romanoff received a transmission from Fury. "Agent Romanoff, where's Solomon Damonet?" Fury asked urgently. "We need him!" 

"He's gone, sir. He said he had to complete his next mission." 

"Find him! Agent Coulson has been killed. We need him!" 

Romanoff froze. She suspected Solomon had known about Coulson's death beforehand. But what puzzled her was why Solomon, who had the power to save Coulson and had even demonstrated it, refused to intervene. Weren't they friends? What did his parting words, "Don't hate me," mean? Did Fury have a hidden agenda? 

"Goodbye, Agent Coulson," Solomon muttered as he sipped tea and nibbled on pastries at a street-side café. Raising his teacup, he saluted the sky. He needed Coulson to go underground, aligning perfectly with Fury's plans. But Solomon knew more. Coulson had to undergo time-traveling adventures essential to Solomon's research on the multiverse. 

That, however, was a matter for the future. For now, Solomon intended to fish for some travelers from other parallel universes. 

After all, it was the perfect opportunity to visit other worlds.

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