Marvel: My Sign-in System

The atmosphere in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was tense. Inside the Information Control Center, a massive screen dominated the front wall.

The screen displayed a live feed from a S.H.I.E.L.D. drone, showing a small Mexican town in the grip of chaos. Heavy rain blurred the image, casting the scene in a gloomy, oppressive tone. Despite the challenging conditions, the drone's advanced adjustments ensured the picture was sufficiently clear.

Nick Fury and Agent Hill stood at the forefront, intently watching the feed. Behind them, other agents had risen from their seats, their focus unwavering. There was little anyone at headquarters could do at the moment.

"Director, the situation in the town is spiraling out of control," came Coulson's voice, his tone edged with anxiety. "I've ordered our people to evacuate the area, but the impact has been devastating. We've already lost over a dozen agents."

Fury crossed his arms, resting one hand on his chin as he paced back and forth. His expression was inscrutable, his mind clearly at work. He seemed to be waiting for something—or someone.

Moments later, a soft female voice broke through the tense silence, transmitted through the comms. Everyone, including Coulson, heard it.

"Director Fury, we've reached the skies above the town and have identified the enemy," the voice reported.

"Jean," Fury replied, his tone calm and measured, "this is the Avengers' first battle as a team. We can't directly intervene, but we'll provide support where needed. This is their test, a chance to adapt and work together. Remember, their decisions in battle don't need my approval."

"Understood!" Jean responded before cutting the communication.

Hill's gaze shifted to the screen, where frost had overtaken the town, spreading relentlessly. Among the chaos, tall alien soldiers marched in formation. Her voice was cold as she remarked, "Sir, this appears to be Asgardian civil strife. If this fails, we could face significant pressure from Asgard."

"Trust me, Hill," Fury replied calmly, "this may look like a crisis, but in reality, it's just a friendly exercise."

Hill blinked in surprise. "A friendly exercise?" she repeated, the metaphor catching her off guard. Her confusion deepened as the screen displayed a boy and girl standing beside Thor in the town.

"Could it be—?" she began.

Fury nodded. "Exactly, Agent Hill. If my guess is right, this is a trial for Thor, the God of Thunder. A test, nothing more. If it were a true Asgardian crisis, there would be far more significant forces involved."

Fury's single eye gleamed with insight. As a man privy to vast amounts of information, his deductions were often eerily accurate. He continued, "From a higher perspective, the giant metal creature in the town and these unknown troops are merely part of a larger scheme—a façade. At the center of it all is Thor."

"And those three individuals near him," Fury added, "are part of the same game. This so-called civil strife is a means to strengthen alliances and address Asgard's internal unrest. It's a way for those involved to consolidate power and build friendships with key players."

Hill shivered involuntarily. The idea that this world-shaking crisis, which had left S.H.I.E.L.D. on edge, could be a calculated ploy orchestrated by two powerful entities was both chilling and humbling.

"Sir, what kind of people are we dealing with here?" she asked bitterly, feeling an overwhelming sense of insignificance.

Fury sighed. "A human? A god? Who knows. But one thing is certain—humans and Earth won't remain weak and insignificant forever. Through wisdom and effort, we'll rise above. The Avengers initiative marks the beginning of that journey."

Meanwhile, aboard an angelic battleship drifting in the void of a distant dimension, Leon stood in the resplendent Angel Hall. Before him was a projection of a golden, enigmatic machine—an artificial cocoon.

Leon studied it thoughtfully. "Can we decipher its biological structure and genetic sequence?" he asked.

Keisha, the beautiful angel beside him, spoke softly. "The cocoon is surrounded by a powerful and highly concentrated energy field. If we attempt to scan it, we risk alerting the planet's inhabitants and disrupting the cocoon's creation process."

Leon nodded, his gaze fixed on the projection. This artificial cocoon, discovered accidentally during a galactic scan, was no ordinary creation. It contained Adam Warlock, the legendary warlock of the universe.

The Sovereign, an advanced civilization with golden-skinned inhabitants, had abandoned traditional reproduction in favor of genetic engineering. Each individual was meticulously designed to fulfill a predetermined role, embodying power and arrogance. Adam Warlock was their masterpiece, created under the direction of High Priestess Ayesha to be the ultimate weapon.

The cocoon was near completion, and Adam Warlock, once awakened, would be a force of unimaginable power, among the universe's strongest.

Leon's expression remained composed, but a flicker of ambition gleamed in his eyes. "To ignore such potential would be folly," he mused.