What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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It was only then that Captain America seemed to come into contact with the correct biological knowledge.

His eyes looked slightly blank.

After regaining his senses, he immediately gave a forced laugh.

"I've learned something new. It seems that the situation of those transgender friends I knew before was a special case..." The life experience of a World War II veteran seeking re-employment is indeed quite unique.

Gwen didn't dare ask.

"Don't cry, my old man, please don't cry."

Thor, holding the crying baby helplessly, was sweating profusely with anxiety: "What should I do? None of the books my dad made me study had any instructions on how to raise a baby!"

Just when everyone was at a loss—

"Click."

Another cracking sound.

Everyone turned around.

From within the wreckage of Morgan Stark's ice-sculpted fighter jet, a figure slowly emerged. Her armor was intact, her eyes clear, indicating she had been awake for quite some time, perhaps even... having overheard the entire ordeal. She silently walked into the wreckage, rummaged through it for a while, and pulled out a baby bottle with Winnie the Pooh printed on it, still steaming.

"Here you go." The girl handed the baby bottle to Thor. "While it's hot."

"Thank you, thank you. This shouldn't be your milk, right? You don't seem to be lactating yet... Sorry, I've killed too many cows, I always confuse humans with dairy cows." Thor was overjoyed and quickly took it. He originally wanted to investigate the source of the milk, but after seeing Morgan's speechless expression, he immediately changed his mind.

He truly meant no harm. Although he had lived in the human world for a long time, the crown prince, who had not yet experienced romantic feelings, did not know much about humans, these mammals.

He knew he had said the wrong thing, so he kept quiet and carefully put it into baby Odin's mouth. The little guy immediately stopped crying and started sucking happily, his little face full of contentment.

"It's even hot milk made from formula!" Captain America sniffed the milky aroma in the air, staring at Morgan in disbelief. "How...how do you even have something like this?"

He didn't quite understand why Morgan could find such a thing in the wreckage of armor that had already been pried open and visited by "someone," unless that person always carried milk powder or hot milk with them when they went out.

When Captain America asked him, Morgan Stark not only didn't hide anything, but also showed a somewhat matter-of-fact expression, "I'm not even an adult yet, so of course I still drink some milk powder occasionally. You should be glad that Uncle Ian probably didn't find this drink before he left, otherwise Uncle Thor's dad definitely wouldn't have any to drink."

As soon as these words came out.

Morgan, completely oblivious to the strange looks from the others, pulled out a pack of diapers from his armor's storage compartment: "Here, take this too, it's strawberry scented."

Thor took the diaper and looked at the baby Odin in his arms, who was full and yawning. Suddenly, he felt that this world was so magical that it was almost unreal.

“Morgan.” He hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help asking, “Do you usually carry these with you?”

Morgan tilted her head. "Uncle Ian always said that you have to be well-prepared when you're out in the world." She pulled out a bunch of things from her armor. "Look, there are baby wipes, pacifiers, and fever reducers."

The atmosphere was somewhat quiet.

Gwen: "."

Captain America: "."

The two exchanged a glance and came to the same conclusion—this was definitely a child raised by Ian, who not only understood Ian but also had unusual biological habits.

Perhaps this is what Ian taught?

So that's why Morgan Stark thinks it's normal?

"Doesn't Tony have time to take care of his own daughter? Even if Tony doesn't have time, his wife should... well, Stark Industries is all taken care of by his wife."

Gwen thought for a moment.

Then it seemed like he understood something. Perhaps Morgan Stark's closeness to Ian was because Morgan Stark spent more time with Ian than with his parents when he was a child.

“So that’s how it is…” Gwen was somewhat startled, her eyes flickering as she looked at Morgan Stark. She always felt that behind Morgan Stark’s seemingly normal personality might lie some unknown, sinister aspects. After all, if he were truly so close to the evil god, how could he be so normal?

Some clues can be gleaned from the things Morgan Stark carries when he goes out.

While Gwen becomes curious about Morgan, Thor is feeding his father milk, with Captain America helping out—Thor has just pulled the pacifier out of baby Odin's mouth.

Sudden.

He heard a sharp, shattering sound in the air, like glass breaking. Everyone looked up alertly, only to see the space ten meters away peel away like a broken mirror, revealing an orange-yellow portal that was spinning and unfolding—more mechanized than the portals of Kamar-Taj, with patterns shimmering around its edges like electronic patterns.

"It's finally here!" Captain America jumped up excitedly. "It must be Doctor Strange's portal!"

He might have some eye problems.

Twelve fully armed soldiers stepped out of the portal.

It's not Doctor Strange.

The group wore black uniforms with unfamiliar "TVA" badges. The leader was a plump Black woman who held a glowing tablet computer and whose sharp gaze swept over the group.

"B-15, confirm coordinates."

She spoke into her headset.

"It appears to be a standard timeline error."

The device in this person's hand has locked onto Thor, Gwen, Captain America, and Odin.

"The anomaly has been identified."

She didn't know who she was talking to.

Gwen's spider-sense went off like crazy, and she instinctively assumed a fighting stance.

"who are you?"

Gwen was on high alert.

The Black woman didn't even lift her eyelids.

“Darling, you don’t need to know who I am.”

She snapped her fingers, and all the soldiers simultaneously raised their oddly shaped weapons. "All you need to know is that I am arresting you on behalf of the Time Mutation Administration for violating the sacred timeline."

The woman suddenly raised her voice.

Hands up!

It was like an order. Captain America's tactical thinking instantly analyzed three escape plans—then rejected them all. Their equipment was too unfamiliar; its performance was impossible to fathom.

"Ha! Damn it!" Thor's annoyed laughter broke the tense atmosphere. He held baby Odin in one arm, while Mjolnir spun in his other hand, crackling with electricity.

"I've had enough of you inexplicable people! This is the Nine Realms, the domain of Asgard!" Lightning crackled around him. "Not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can enforce the law here!"

He seemed determined to defend the rule of his country.

“Number 7642, execute the disciplinary agreement.”

The Black woman suddenly sighed.

The soldiers in the front row held up a weapon that looked like a glow stick.

"Zi-"

A flash of blue light, and Thor suddenly transformed into a character in a slow-motion movie.

His furious roar was drawn out into a comical low-frequency hum, and the way he raised his hammer seemed to take a year to complete. The milk foam that baby Odin spat out floated in mid-air, refracting a rainbow of light.

"Now."

The Black woman walked up to Gwen and lightly lifted her chin with her finger.

"Does anyone still want to be a hero?"

Her words carried an arrogant air of complete control, and three hands shot up in unison—Captain America, Gwen, and even Morgan all looked as obedient as elementary school students in a classroom.

“A wise choice.” She turned and waved to the soldiers. “Take away Anomalous A-113 (Captain America), A-114 (Gwen), and A-115 (Thor and his accompanying infants).”

When the Time Lock was placed on his wrist, Captain America suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"Wait, where's that girl?"

He pointed to Morgan.

Morgan pointed to himself as well.

"Yes, what about me?"

She felt as if she was the one who had been left behind.

The tone is resentful.

however.

The Black woman glanced at the tablet, ignored Morgan and Captain America, and walked into the portal with her restocked anomaly. All the mysterious soldiers disappeared into the ruined city.

"Hey!"

Morgan rushed forward and tried to grab the woman's arm.

Didn't make it.

"Why aren't you arresting me?"

The portal closed in front of her.

world.

Silence returned once more.

Chapter 182 Ian's Sin! The Joker Arrives!

Time Authority (TVA) Headquarters.

A soaring, silvery-white metal dome, bathed in cold light, casts an eerie, lifeless glow. Huge reliefs of clock gears are etched into the walls, their ticking echoing like a heartbeat throughout the space. A strange scent, somewhere between disinfectant and old books, permeates the air, as if time itself is frozen, archived, and categorized here.

Rigid and serious.

Gwen Stacy stood in the center of the teleportation platform, wearing tattered battle clothes, her hair still stained with the ash of the zombie universe—she had just been "captured" from a spacetime turbulence.

Following the mysterious soldier into the portal, Gwen only felt a flash of golden light before her eyes, and then she was there. The instant the portal closed, Gwen felt everything go black, as if her body had been stuffed into an infinitely extending pipe, and the surrounding spacetime distorted into blurry blocks of color.

She tried to struggle.

She discovered that her hands and feet were bound by some invisible force. Even the abilities Ian had given her were suppressed by the handcuffs, leaving her no room for resistance.

“Let me go! This is illegal detention! And! Where are my accomplices... I mean my companions!?” Gwen protested loudly, but her voice seemed to be swallowed up.

She couldn't hear any response from herself.

"Welcome to the Time Mutation Administration (TVA), Anomalous Entity A-114." A cold, mechanical female voice came from above. Towering metal walls surrounded them, and the ceiling was so high that the top was almost invisible. The entire space was cold, clean, and lifeless, like some kind of surreal government agency.