As Heisenberg flipped through the comic book, the Barbie doll softly asked,
"That beam that shot out from underground earlier—that was heat vision, right?"
"Hmm?"
Heisenberg pondered for a moment, pretending to be a true Kryptonian elder as he explained to the Barbie doll.
"I'm not entirely sure. After all, I only gained that ability after arriving on your planet. If you think it was heat vision, then sure, let's go with that!"
With that, Heisenberg quickly finished flipping through the comic in his hands.
This was one of Superman's earliest comics, detailing his origins and his backstory with Krypton.
Just this single comic contained a wealth of useful information.
For example, Superman's powers stem from Earth's yellow sun.
Or how Kryptonite weakens him.
And, most importantly, that Superman's body contains the incredibly precious Codex.
Heisenberg shook the comic book he'd just finished reading.
"I find this a little hard to believe!" he said.
"The protagonist here seems to be one of my descendants. Have any Kryptonians visited Earth before?"
"Of course not!" The Barbie doll sighed, crossing her arms. "Before you, no one even believed there were actual Kryptonians in the galaxy!"
"Which is exactly why I find it so unbelievable."
Heisenberg feigned surprise as he explained.
"I'll admit, I have no idea what Krypton is like now.
After all, I was imprisoned and exiled eighteen thousand years ago.
Drifting through the vast universe, the only things I've tasted are solitude and the passage of time.
As for whether my people have banned natural reproduction, or whether mighty Krypton has truly fallen…
I have no way of confirming any of that. Can you?"
"Don't ask me. If I could answer that, I wouldn't have been ordered by my superiors to be tossed at your side like some… working girl."
The Barbie doll sighed deeply after finishing her sentence.
"Sigh…"
"Sigh…"
Heisenberg sighed as well.
The two locked eyes for a moment before Heisenberg chuckled helplessly.
"Maybe I should find a spaceship and warp back to my home planet for a look!"
Of course, this was purely an act—but the Barbie doll bought it.
"Maybe I should quit my job sooner rather than later. Otherwise, a female agent like me will inevitably end up in some guy's bed sooner or later!"
Once again, the Barbie doll's words were startlingly blunt, leaving the two in silence.
Watching Heisenberg's expressionless face—though in reality, he was at a loss for words—the Barbie doll suddenly smiled.
"Alright, enough of that. 'To each his own,' as they say. So, from now on, I'll be following orders and hovering around you often. Consider this a heads-up."
"Uh…"
Heisenberg finally snapped out of it.
He hesitated for a moment, then frowned.
"You… really are brutally honest!"
"So?" The Barbie doll smirked, lightly kicking Heisenberg's calf with her foot.
"Now that you know I've been assigned to you—and that my mission is to use every method at my disposal, sacrificing whatever it takes, just to extract every bit of information about you…"
She kicked him again.
"Knowing all that, what do you really think?"
"I…"
For the first time, Heisenberg felt what it meant to be at a loss for words.
Turns out, when a girl decides to flirt with you, she can really leave you weak all over…
Seeing Heisenberg's reaction, the Barbie doll kicked his calf once more.
"Come on, tell me! I've never done this kind of close-quarters intelligence work before. How do targets like you view people like me?"
"How do I see you? I'll lie back and watch…"
Heisenberg spread his hands and shrugged innocently, teasing.
"I'm just glad that in my era, my planet wasn't like the one in the comic you gave me—where natural reproduction was banned!"
"..."
The Barbie doll's face instantly turned red. She kicked Heisenberg's leg hard with her white sneaker.
"You're really… something else, huh? I'm Barbara. Barbara Morse. Consider us acquainted now!"
Laughing and complaining, Barbara extended her hand toward Heisenberg.
Heisenberg took her hand and shook it, introducing himself.
"Me, Heisenberg!
As for a last name… my version of Krypton didn't really have surnames. They just called me Elder Heisenberg!"
"Then what should I call you? I can't just call you 'Elder Heisenberg,' can I?"
"Given the age gap, you can call me 'Daddy' or 'Grandpa.' I don't mind either way."
"Damn it, you're really… Ugh, never mind, I'm done talking!"
Barbara was finally defeated by Heisenberg's shamelessness.
Like a freshly bloomed flower, she sprang up from the couch.
First, she approached Heisenberg and fist-bumped him, signaling their newfound friendship.
Then, without another word, she turned and walked away.
As she left, she tapped her ear with a finger.
"My director just gave me an order—to find you a bar that meets your standards!
One with a rooftop where you can sunbathe, right?"
"Yeah, thanks!"
Heisenberg waved as Barbara disappeared from sight.
Only after she was completely gone did he click his tongue in admiration.
"Tsk tsk, this Mockingbird is way prettier than the actress on TV."
After silently praising Barbara's looks, Heisenberg shook his head thoughtfully.
It seemed that after confirming his earth-shattering power, S.H.I.E.L.D. had chosen the softest approach to placate and recruit him.
Why had Mockingbird been so upfront about her mission, even playfully leaking the orders from her earpiece as she left?
It was like two animals sizing each other up for a fight.
But before the fight even began, one animal realized its opponent was far too strong and decided to back down…
So, what did it do?
It rolled over and exposed its belly.
In Heisenberg's mind, S.H.I.E.L.D. was like a submissive hyena.
It wagged its tail (or lack thereof), rolled on the ground, and shamelessly presented its belly while howling seductively:
"Come on, rub it! I'm showing you my most vulnerable spot!"
If not for his current Kryptonian identity and power, Heisenberg wouldn't have wanted anything to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Because even a submissive hyena is still a hyena.
If you took its surrender at face value, only for it to later uncover your habits, exploit your weaknesses—or even create new ones for you—
This hyena would immediately flip over and sink its teeth into your neck, belly, or even your backside!
But now, Heisenberg was the one and only Superman in the Marvel Cinematic Universe!
Which meant he had to engage with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Why?
Because his power was out in the open.
His job—simply existing in the Marvel world—was stable enough.
But his income, the Origin Substance that could make any imagination reality, depended on the number of lives he influenced!
In the Marvel world, how could he influence the most people?
By stirring up trouble!
For the sake of Origin Substance, Heisenberg had to make waves in this world.
Without S.H.I.E.L.D. acting as a buffer, he'd soon find himself surrounded by…
Spies from every nation, CIA, FBI, MI7, HYDRA, the Red Room…
The thought of that chaotic mess made Heisenberg prefer dealing with just one group of slimy agents—S.H.I.E.L.D.
Sure, they were still spies. Sure, they still reeked of deception.
But at least most of them were… familiar faces!
When faced with something bad and something even worse, what choice did he have?
And so, Heisenberg lay back, soaking up the sun as he organized his thoughts for the coming days.
He decided to go with the flow for now.
He'd use S.H.I.E.L.D. to gain access to major events.
He'd use S.H.I.E.L.D. to gather intel and control the flow of information about himself.
He'd use S.H.I.E.L.D. to secure material comforts—Heisenberg wanted to experience a few rounds of "Tonight's tab is on Mr. Heisenberg!"
Finally, he'd use S.H.I.E.L.D. to craft his public image. I don't even give S.H.I.E.L.D. face—so all you lesser organizations better keep your distance!
In short, Heisenberg had made up his mind.
Until HYDRA's takeover crippled S.H.I.E.L.D., he would ride the organization like a tyrant.
He'd squeeze every last drop of value from S.H.I.E.L.D., ensuring his time in the Marvel universe was well spent!
Meanwhile, Nick Fury—now fully dressed—had no idea his future suffering had only just begun.
The future's most miserable man was currently gathering all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Level 7 and above agents alongside Maria Hill.
Many senior agents were on missions, so the meeting room was filled with holographic projections.
Nick Fury sat among the virtual attendees and played the footage from his mechanical eye on the big screen.
Instantly, the usually arrogant senior agents widened their eyes in shock.
Once the impact had settled in, Nick Fury spoke.
"Heisenberg has been confirmed as an extraterrestrial visitor. He claims to be the Chief Elder of Krypton's Council—effectively, Krypton's leader."
"Hold on!"
Before Nick could continue, someone interrupted.
A cigarette-smoking older man frowned and asked,
"You're sure you didn't mishear? Kryptonian? That's from a comic book!"
"John, I thought it was a joke too. But look at the data yourself.
His indestructible steel body.
The magnitude-6 earthquake caused by a single casual punch.
His signature heat vision and freeze breath!"
Nick Fury's tone was sharp—he wasn't too fond of the man he was addressing.
John Garrett, his old comrade-in-arms.
They'd once shared a bond forged in life-and-death situations.
But over time, as they worked together more, Garrett seemed to grow increasingly critical of him.
No matter the topic, Garrett always had something snarky to say.
But Nick never dug deeper because Garrett never pushed beyond a few jabs.
Like now.
After Nick's rebuttal, Garrett nodded in understanding and fell silent.
So Nick Fury continued.
"Back to the matter at hand. Heisenberg landed on Earth at 00:26 this morning and left the Triskelion at 03:43.
Satellites show that in just seven hours, he circled the Earth over 7,000 times—his speed is terrifying, far beyond anything our missiles can track or intercept.
At the same time, Heisenberg displays clear exhibitionism and a domineering personality. He habitually speaks to others with a commanding tone.
In short, he poses an absolute threat to Earth, and I want everyone to brainstorm a viable solution."
"A solution?"
John Garrett scoffed.
"With what he showed in that footage, how do you propose we 'solve' him? We can't even handle that big green monster!"
"So what? Let him run rampant on our planet? What if he decides to go from ruler of Krypton to ruler of Earth?" Nick shot back.
Garrett shook his head dismissively.
"Nick, you don't need to ask us about this. You're the expert when it comes to dealing with superhumans.
Though if we're talking assassination—as long as it's not someone like Heisenberg—I'm definitely better at it than you."
"I'm not asking you to do anything, Garrett. If he's anything like the Superman in the comics, then I can confidently say our entire nation combined probably couldn't touch him."
Nick Fury slammed the table.
"I gathered you all here so you'd know Heisenberg exists!
He's unpredictable. He could barge into any of our facilities at any moment—maybe just because he wants a cup of S.H.I.E.L.D.-branded coffee.
When that happens, as long as he has a plausible reason, I don't want any branch provoking him with unnecessary aggression!"
Nick Fury fell silent for two full minutes.
Only when the murmurs among the senior agents grew louder did he speak again.
"Until we have a confirmed way to kill him, you will follow my orders.
Do not antagonize Heisenberg.
Under any circumstances!"