Marvel's FBI?

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From the moment Dante heard the name Latveria, he'd had a bad feeling.

After all, this was a merged universe, and who the hell knew what kind of monsters were tangled up with HYDRA or holed up in Latveria?

Even though the mission briefing from the system had already hinted that there was a major player behind this incident… Dante hadn't figured out exactly who it was.

But once he stumbled into this dungeon and saw Loki locked up inside?

Game over. He knew.

HYDRA operating a lab in a dictatorship like Latveria, guarded by literal battalions? That kind of setup only existed for one reason:

Because the man behind the curtain—Doctor Doom—was collaborating with HYDRA.

And while sure, Loki had gotten bodied by the Kansas Strongman (but hey, who doesn't?), the point was—

Loki was still technically a god.

And for someone to capture an Asgardian god and stash him in a castle dungeon?

Only another god could pull that off.

Compared to Ada and Harley's stunned reactions, the X-Men were actually pretty calm about the sudden portal.

They had Blink on the squad, after all.

But this portal… yeah, no. This one was clearly operating on a whole different level than Blink's.

"Ahhh!!!"

Suddenly, White Queen let out a high-pitched shriek. Her body swayed as she clutched her forehead, wincing in pain.

"Emma! What's wrong?" Mystique rushed over to steady her. "Did you—was it a telepathic backlash?!"

White Queen's usually composed face was drained of all color. She nodded, eyes still closed, visibly shaken.

That was enough to snap the X-Men into full combat alert.

"You foolish, disrespectful telepaths," said a calm, disdain-laced voice. "You always want to dive into people's minds the moment someone interesting shows up."

Doctor Doom stepped forward, his voice even and cold.

As someone who'd practically mastered both science and sorcery, if his armor didn't include anti-telepathy features, he'd have died eight hundred times over by now.

"I strongly agree," Dante said, stepping up. "A responsible telepath should act like Professor X—only reading minds when it's absolutely necessary."

"Professor X?" Doom repeated. "That the mutant leader in America?"

"Correct. You're aware of mutants," Dante replied. "But you only told HYDRA that certain individuals had supernatural abilities. You didn't disclose the entire mutant species."

He extended a hand. "Dante Alighieri, Level 7 Agent, Federal Bureau of Investigation."

Normally, a guy like Doctor Doom—proud, ruthless dictator of his own country—would never shake hands with someone like Dante.

And Dante knew that. The handshake was just a test.

Because something felt off about this Doom.

He seemed… nice.

Yeah. That was it. Too nice.

Emma had only been repelled. No psychic scars. No retaliation.

If this were the Doom from the original timeline, White Queen would be in a coma by now.

Doom was a tyrant. A megalomaniac who ruled a nation with iron-fisted god complex energy.

So when Doom actually looked down, saw Dante's hand—and shook it—Dante just stood there blinking like an idiot.

Wait… did I just unlock Nice Guy Doom from the crossover lottery?

But then Dante tried to pull his hand back—and Doom didn't let go.

"Uh… I know I'm devastatingly handsome, but I feel like this handshake's dragging on a bit long."

Dante chuckled awkwardly.

Doom didn't respond to the jab. Instead, he asked something completely out of left field.

"That ring you're wearing… did you acquire it in Westchester County?"

Dante's brow furrowed.

Wait. What?

Does Doom know about the Green Lantern Ring?

Hold up—

"Wesker. Was he originally your man?"

Doom nodded slightly. "The Umbrella Corporation only managed to survive with my protection. Naturally, they joined HYDRA and carried out operations on my behalf."

Okay. That connected everything.

Dante had been wondering why Wesker and Umbrella had been researching a Green Lantern power battery.

That kind of project had nothing to do with virology or bio-weapons.

Turned out, they were on Doom's payroll all along.

"With your knowledge of magic and tech, I'm surprised you bothered with a bottom-barrel bioweapons firm like Umbrella."

"No choice. Miranda asked. And as a benevolent ruler, I always grant my neighbors' requests for help."

Miranda? As in Mother Miranda?

Well… the geography fit. Resident Evil 8's Village was in Eastern Europe.

Everything tracked.

Dante summoned a green spiral blade with a flick of his wrist, forcing Doom to finally let go and take a step back.

Doom's armor might've been immune to most physical and magical attacks—but not this.

Not when it was a direct construct from the Will of the Green Lantern Ring.

The spiral blade sliced his gauntlet, and blood began to drip.

But Doom didn't get angry. In fact, he stared at the glowing green light with something like wonder.

"This… this is a form of magic I've never seen before."

Which made sense.

The Emotional Spectrum wasn't science. Wasn't magic.

It was cosmic energy. Pure will. Hope. Rage. Fear. Love. All of it.

It was, basically, idealism with a glow effect.

The Green Lantern Ring, for example—powered by raw willpower.

As long as you believed hard enough, it worked. If your will wavered? The ring ditched you.

Unlike magic or science, it didn't follow rules. It followed vibes.

And Doctor Doom?

He'd never encountered power that answered to vibes before.

Doom stepped forward again—but this time, he didn't shake Dante's hand.

He just reached out and touched the Green Lantern Ring lightly.

Immediately, Dante felt a pulse run through the ring.

A moment later, a green lantern power battery manifested in his hand.

Dante looked down—and blinked hard.

Wait… was that a shark?

Yeah. Inside the lantern core.

A tiny, green, glowing shark was swimming around happily.

Ion Shark.

The Green Lantern Spirit Beast.

Wasn't this thing supposed to be sealing away the Monster of the Black in the Central Power Battery on Oa?

Dante's eyes narrowed.

Wait a sec… now that I think about it—

Nobody had ever summoned him to Oa. No official Green Lantern Corps welcome. No flight training. Nothing.

Which could only mean one of two things.

Either the Green Lantern Corps and the planet Oa had already been wiped out in this timeline.

Or… it hadn't been formed yet.

As Dante was deep in thought, the tiny green shark inside the battery suddenly began swimming faster and faster.

And then, in the next second.

A brand new Green Lantern Ring was forged from the lantern furnace…

…And it flew straight to Doctor Doom.

["Intelligent life identified.

Victor Von Doom of Earth.

You possess the will to overcome great fear.

Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps."]

(To be continued.)

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