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

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Gwen narrowed her eyes: "So... who is this [anchor]?"

Miss Time's smile remained unchanged.

"In the current timeline, the entity that forms the [anchor] is Morgan Stark. Her existence ensures the stability of the timeline, and any actions that disrupt her peaceful life will be corrected."

"All the time criminals you see are either from outside or inside the Holy Universe, and are criminals who may have an impact on Morgan Stark's life."

This statement made Gwen's eyes widen, and it also made her realize why Morgan Stark hadn't been taken away, and why she and several people from other universes had been captured.

“Morgan? You call this the ‘Sacred Timeline’? Who decided that? Tony Stark? I want to see Tony!” Gwen felt more and more that there was a lot of fatherly love behind this agency.

For the sake of his daughter's stable life, Tony Stark likely had more than one ulterior motive. Moreover, Gwen, realizing that such an organization must have a leader, once again saw hope for acquittal. After all, she and Tony Stark had a long-standing friendship, having fought side-by-side in the post-apocalyptic world.

however.

Just as Gwen was wondering if Tony was remotely controlling this place from across time and space.

"Sorry, no data was found for 'Tony Stark'. In the Origin Universe, the owner of that name is just a very, very ordinary intelligent life form."

“It abides by the law and has not violated any regulations of the Time Administration, so I cannot arrange a meeting with you.” Miss Time tilted her head, showing an apologetic expression.

It was quite polite.

"The Tony Stark I'm talking about is Morgan Stark's father. A little girl can't just be born out of thin air, right? Do you know anything about her father?"

Gwen quickly pressed for more information.

Miss Time gently shook her head.

"The Tony Stark you mentioned is not in the records. Morgan Stark's guardianship has been erased from the system. Her 'father' does not exist in the timeline."

After all, Miss Time is also some kind of intelligent life form, so she only responds according to her own "cognitive program," and the answer she gives is naturally not the answer Gwen wants to hear.

"erase?"

Gwen sensed that something was wrong.

She was about to ask something else.

"Gwen Stacy," the mechanical female voice announced, "your trial time has arrived. Please enter the trial chamber."

Guided by two agents, she passed through a heavy silver door into a pure white, windowless courtroom. In the center of the room stood a metal chair, and directly in front of it was a curved platform where three judges sat, their faces hidden in deep shadows, only their eyes gleaming coldly in the darkness.

Gwen was forced to sit in a chair and looked up at the three "god-like" beings.

The presiding judge spoke, his voice low and deep.

"Gwen Stacy, you are accused of having an illegal connection with anchor Morgan Stark, leading her down an unconventional path of destiny, and disrupting the sacred timeline. What is your defense?"

The presiding judge's tone and voice were full of authority.

"You locked down the entire multiverse for the sake of a girl's 'peaceful life'? And erased her father's existence? This isn't maintaining time, this is hijacking reality!"

Gwen may have her own perspective on the true reason why the multiverse failed to come into being.

The judges in the shadows remained silent for a moment.

"This has nothing to do with your crime."

The triune presiding judge spoke softly.

“What crime have I committed? We just accidentally fell into a dimensional rift! And we were almost frozen into ice sculptures by Loki!” Gwen retorted loudly to the presiding judge’s accusations. She truly didn’t think that she and the others had done anything wrong, or that they had affected Morgan Stark’s normal life.

“Loki?” the judge sneered. “That name again. You always blame him for everything.”

"No! This time it's another Loki! He's taken over Odin's body! And he's used the Casket of Ice!"

"The Ice Box?" The judge flipped through the files. "Records show that the artifact was destroyed around 3000 BC."

“Damn it, this is just the history of your little world!” Gwen exclaimed. “I come from the origin universe that your Miss Time spoke of.”

"Also, everyone except Ian Kent was forced into this little universe, and that's the key point." Gwen felt that the presiding judge on the stage wasn't exactly a professional.

“Ian Kent?” The three judges sat up straight simultaneously. “Who is Ian Kent?”

Gwen was taken aback: "You...don't know him?"

The judges exchanged glances, and the presiding judge said coldly, "There is no such person in the file. You're creating another new branch of the story."

"But he really exists! He bit Odin's hand! He even put Loki's soul into a thermos! He also—"

"Enough." The judge slammed down the gavel. "Your words constitute a new temporal anomaly. The verdict is as follows: Your existence poses a threat to the sacred timeline. You will be—reset!"

He seemed to have pronounced Gwen's fate.

Gwen's heart stopped beating.

She seemed a bit flustered.

The man on the left suddenly chuckled, his voice tinged with a cynical mockery: "Wow, that's a serious accusation. But... what she said does seem to make some sense?"

Gwen was stunned: "You...you actually agreed to my request?"

The judge shrugged, his gesture unusually casual for a judge.

“I just think that rules are meant to be broken. For example—” The judge on the left suddenly peeked out from the shadows, revealing a face with a black eye patch and a wide grin that stretched to his ears.

Who says the Time Management Bureau can't have Easter eggs?

The judge on the left stuck out his tongue and then retreated back into the shadows.

"?????"

Gwen stared wide-eyed at the face in the shadows—a face that shouldn't be here, a face that only existed in Gwen's memories before she restarted the universe.

"You...you are...Deadpool?!"

She was horrified.

She felt a sense of dread, wondering why she had to encounter Ian and Deadpool as well. She dared not think too much about what kind of complementary interactions Ian and Deadpool would have when Ian returned next time.

"Wow! I was recognized? I didn't even take off my mask!"

Deadpool—or rather, Deadpool who had infiltrated the Trinity and become one of its aspects—blinked and gestured to Gwen to be quiet.

"Shh—! Don't expose me! I got in here with a fake diploma! Also, I am now the Court of Life, I mean I will eventually become the Court of Life."

“That’s foresight, vision, and getting involved… Don’t envy me.” He turned to the other two judges and said, “Guys, I think this girl can be let off the hook.”

"Of course it's not because she's Spider-Man. I don't like female Spider-Man. I mean, she's at least pretty. A pretty female Spider-Man can speak with a reasonable tone."

Deadpool's voice has always been so distinctive.

The presiding judge was furious.

"Wade Wilson! You're interfering with the trial again!" He really didn't want to work with Deadpool, but what could he do? He was in a trinity with Deadpool.

“Hey! I followed the procedure exactly! It’s just that… I slightly ‘modified’ the procedure.” After saying that, Deadpool, the Chief Justice, turned to Gwen.

“You’ve learned your lesson, haven’t you? Listen, sweetheart, Morgan is more important than you think. There’s a reason why TVA doesn’t want you near her.”

He gave the reminder in an extremely serious tone.

"what reason?"

Gwen frowned.

She thought the other party would refuse to answer such a secret, but to her surprise, Deadpool covered the judge's mouth and sneakily poked his head out from the courtroom again.

"because……"

He's really about to unleash his best friend gossip mode.

boom!

The door to the courtroom was suddenly kicked open.

A tall, Black female agent led a team of fully armed soldiers in. Her eyes were sharp as knives, and the TVA badge on her uniform gleamed coldly.

"The Supreme Court wants to see this woman." Her voice left no room for argument. "She will be tried by the Supreme Court itself."

Upon hearing this, the entire courtroom fell into a deathly silence.

The first judge—the mysterious figure in the strange helmet—visibly stiffened for a moment. The second judge, who never spoke, dropped the Infinity Stone he had been toying with like a walnut onto the table with a "clatter." And Deadpool… Deadpool's reaction was the most exaggerated. He abruptly pulled a needle and thread from his pocket.

With lightning speed, he sewed his mouth shut and tied a tight knot, manually suppressing his urge to confide.

"Is it really necessary?!" Gwen couldn't help but exclaim. "I only exchanged a few words with Morgan Stark! What Supreme Court? Aren't you TVA making a mountain out of a molehill?!"

Deadpool shook his head frantically, the stitches sealing his mouth taut, but his eyes clearly conveyed one message—"Don't ask, or you're doomed."

The black female agent glanced coldly at the crowd, then gestured for Gwen to "follow."

"Don't waste your time, come with me."

The black female agent's tone remained arrogant and commanding.

Gwen's spider-sense throbbed with intense pain, but she knew resistance was futile. She took a deep breath and followed the black agent out of the trial room.

"Next time we meet, remember to steal me some hot sauce. TVA coffee isn't really good for enemas," Deadpool loudly instructed, having somehow untied the stitches from his mouth.

Gwen ignored her.

After passing through a massive metal door, a breathtaking view unfolded before her—the group stood on a suspended corridor, surrounded by endless void, shimmering with countless seeds of the universe, as if they were at the dawn of creation. Beneath the transparent floor beneath their feet, nebulae swirled, and supernovae exploded and annihilated.

Time seems to have lost its meaning here.

"Where...is this place?" Gwen's voice unconsciously softened.

"Outside of time," the black female agent replied without turning her head, "the core area of ​​TVA."

They walked forward continuously, and at the end of the corridor was a huge castle floating in the void, its black metal exterior walls covered with unknown runes.

It is spacious, grand, and oppressive.

Countless ribbons of light coiled around her like blood vessels, transmitting the energy of time. The castle had no door until the black agent raised her hand, and a ripple spread out, revealing a gate that slowly appeared.

The black agent stopped in front of the castle gate, pushed it open, and gestured for Gwen to go in.

"The Supreme Court awaits you."

The black woman showed no intention of entering.

Gwen swallowed hard and stepped inside.

The door closed silently behind her.

The castle was much more spacious than she had imagined. Gwen walked down the dimly lit corridor, the walls of which were projected with countless projections of single-universe timelines—she saw herself, Morgan, her other teammates being judged, and even her father eating a hamburger somewhere on Earth.