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"Carol..."

When Anton saw the woman who had fallen from the sky, disrupting the situation, he found her somewhat familiar.

As he tried to recall her identity, he suddenly heard Monica murmur in shock.

Her eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

Captain Marvel!

Carol Danvers?!

How is this possible?

It was clear that this woman had been summoned by Taylor Hayward as an ally.

But if she was really Captain Marvel, why was she on Taylor Hayward's side?

The Skrulls…?

Had Captain Marvel betrayed them?

A flood of thoughts rushed through Anton's mind as he tried to piece everything together.

Then, recalling the original storyline from the comics, he landed on the most likely truth.

"Who is Carol?"

Tony frowned, staring at the screen.

He had never heard of this woman before.

However, judging by the footage, it was obvious—this woman was powerful.

Not just strong—absurdly strong.

Even more telling were Anton and Monica's reactions.

Clearly, this woman was no ordinary person.

"Who is she?" Tony asked, instructing Jarvis to perform a facial recognition scan.

But the only results that came back were:

[Carol Danvers]

[Ace Air Force Pilot]

That was it.

Everything else? Blank.

Tony's eyes narrowed. He turned to Anton and Monica.

"Well? Either of you care to explain?"

Anton exhaled.

"She's an old friend of Nick Fury."

His tone carried a deliberate emphasis on the word 'old friend'—just enough for Tony to catch the subtext.

"Oh?"

Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Nick Fury's old flame, huh? Didn't see that coming."

But with that explanation, everything clicked into place.

Now he understood why Jarvis couldn't find more information—

This woman wasn't just an Air Force pilot.

Her true identity was something far bigger.

Anton confirmed it.

"Her most important title isn't 'Nick Fury's old friend'—"

He paused.

"—It's Captain Marvel."

"If I'm not mistaken, that's her nickname."

"Captain Marvel..."

Tony repeated the name, falling into thought.

While Tony was still processing, Anton acted immediately.

He summoned two Justice League members—

Wonder Woman and Cyborg.

The moment they appeared within 100 meters of him, their teleportation bracelets activated.

Swoosh!

In an instant, they vanished—heading straight for Washington.

Anton knew the brutal reality of the situation:

If Captain Marvel was the enemy, the Special Forces stood no chance.

They weren't just outmatched—they were heading toward certain death.

And while Anton wasn't exactly sentimental about the Special Forces' survival, their current mission was aiding the Men in Black.

Letting them get slaughtered would put him in an awkward position when dealing with them in the future.

If he had the ability to prevent a massacre, he might as well step in.

Earning the trust and support of the Special Forces would only be an advantage later on.

Meanwhile, Tony had no idea Anton had called for backup.

Even with Stark's cutting-edge tech, Cyborg's intelligence network was currently superior to Jarvis.

Without Jarvis' direct intel, Tony was flying blind.

Back in Washington, the battle continued.

"Who are you?"

Roadhog's voice was tense as he stared at the woman in front of him.

Her entire body glowed with energy, her form clad in a tight-fitting battle suit.

But what truly unnerved him was the sheer pressure she radiated—

It felt like a physical force, pressing down on him.

His muscles tensed involuntarily, his instincts screaming at him.

He had fought powerful enemies before.

But this was different.

This woman wasn't just strong—she was something else entirely.

Captain Marvel—Carol Danvers—gazed at the Special Forces soldiers.

Her glowing eyes showed no emotion, no recognition of their humanity.

Her hair floated weightlessly, suspended by an invisible energy field.

She said nothing.

She simply raised her hand.

And the air around them began to burn.

"Not good!"

Duke's eyes widened as he caught the movement. A sinking feeling settled in his gut.

An ominous premonition struck him, and he barked out orders without hesitation.

"Move! Dodge—now!"

"The rest of you, open fire! Full force!"

Whoosh!

The soldiers raised their weapons, fingers tightening around triggers.

A storm of bullets erupted from their barrels, flying toward the enemy in a relentless barrage.

However—

The woman before them remained unfazed.

A transparent energy barrier materialized around her, effortlessly absorbing every bullet.

Not only did it shield her, but it also expanded—encasing their original target, Taylor Hayward.

Bzzt! Bzzt! Bzzt!

The bullets struck the energy field, their force dispersing in rippling waves.

Then—

They stopped.

Suspended mid-air, hovering harmlessly above the shimmering barrier.

Under Carol's cold, indifferent gaze, realization struck the special forces.

They were powerless.

"Oh no..."

Washington—Special Forces Headquarters.

General Hawke's eyes were locked onto the screen.

The live footage from the battlefield filled the room, and his blood ran cold.

Success!

That was the first thought that flashed through his mind.

But his relief was short-lived.

What the hell?!

A simple training exercise had turned into a nightmare.

How had they ended up facing a monster like this?

His grip tightened on the table.

"Anton... what kind of opponent did you provoke?!"

If his elite task force was wiped out here, it would be more than just a personnel loss.

Hawke had personally trained and handpicked these soldiers.

Losing them wasn't just a tactical failure—it would be a disaster for the entire organization.

And as their supreme commander, it would be his failure to answer for.

Hawke exhaled sharply.

"Damn it!"

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The bullets, once frozen in midair, suddenly whipped around—

Flying back toward the soldiers at an impossible speed.

The air crackled with static.

The scent of gunpowder and burning metal filled their noses.

Time seemed to slow.

The soldiers' eyes widened in horror.

Duke's mouth opened—

But his words came too slow.

"...Run..."

His voice stretched in the sluggish air, reaching his teammates a second too late.

The bullets raced toward them—

A heartbeat away from tearing them apart.

Boom!

Just before impact—

A surge of energy shattered the battlefield.

Space itself twisted and trembled.

A flash of light burst into existence.

And then—

Two figures appeared.

"Wonder Woman!"

"Cyborg !"

A wave of relief and disbelief swept through the soldiers.

Two figures stood before them—one man, one woman, both radiating unshakable power.

Their arrival sent a jolt of hope through the Special Forces ranks.

Back at headquarters, Hawke exhaled sharply.

For the first time in minutes, the tight grip of dread in his chest eased.

He glanced at the screen, watching the battlefield shift.

His earlier frustration with Anton?

Retracted.

At least Anton was reliable when it counted.

Hawke leaned back, muttering under his breath.

"Right on time..."

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