FBI: Chapter 38/39

Chapter 38: Arriving at the North Pole

After getting a detailed rundown of why the Coulson Team was even a thing and who was on it, Dante was starting to feel like maybe—just maybe—he had a little too much freedom.

Was this that legendary top-performer treatment?

The kind where you take a dump on your boss's head and he still claps like you just landed a triple-double?

Dante wasn't sure if Fury felt that way, but he did know one thing…

After all that chaos, the noisy lounge finally went quiet.

Could Hela have straight-up wrecked Ada and Harley?

Harley might be unpredictable, but Ada—Ada was the Agent when it came to reading people. No way she lacked that much awareness, right?

So, Dante crept up to the lounge door and peeked through the crack.

What he saw was Hela putting down his phone, arms wrapped around the two "older sisters" flanking her—slightly shorter than her, but still intimidating.

Ada and Harley's earlier hostility toward Hela? Completely gone.

From their eyes, Dante could read only one sentence:

"Death Goddess is awesome."

Seriously?

Dante figured it was time for him to step in and break this up. All this hugging and cuddling…

He was so freaking jealous.

Jealousy really does something to your cellular structure.

Cough, cough, cough! "Ada, re-confirm the landing site and perimeter situation. Harley… what the hell are you doing with that hand?! What kind of normal person just rests their hand on someone's chest?!"

"I saw that Hela-sis had a stain on her chest, so I was helping her rub it clean," Harley replied shamelessly, her tone unnervingly reminiscent of Dante's own teenage years.

Then she and Ada squeezed past him…

And that psychotic girl even pinched his butt on the way out—blatantly taking advantage of him!

"Hey! Don't you know I sell skills, not sex!? That's an upcharge!"

"My Pudding, you've been acting super innocent lately. Can't you learn a thing or two from Hela? At worst, I'll let you pinch me back after the mission."

Harley shot Dante a teasing look, then giggled and walked off.

"Like I'd believe that!" Dante grumbled, then shot a resentful glance at Hela. "This is your fault. How'd you get them on your side?"

"Women just love me."

Hela said it like she was reciting a fact about gravity—no brag, no emotion. Just cold, unshakable truth.

Which somehow made it even more devastating.


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The Airbus carrying the Star Team finally landed at the target site after a long flight.

And that's when Dante realized—this wasn't some frozen wasteland.

A whole scientific expedition unit was already stationed there, camped up and unloading the heavy-duty gear needed for excavation.

With great power comes great responsibility, but it doesn't mean you're supposed to do everything.

Like right now—digging out a frozen artifact. Sure, he could just Green Lantern-punch a hole through the ice, but letting the professionals handle it wasn't wrong either.

Of course, if Thanos or General Zod showed up mid-dig, Dante—as one of the FBI's top field agents—would absolutely be the first one diving in to throw hands.

Everyone had their job.

Still…

Dante wasn't exactly worried the digging would take too long. What did bug him was the idea that, after all this slow-cooking, something from the mission's fine print might crawl out and put on a whole off-Broadway performance.

"Fair enough," Dante admitted. "But since we're already here, and there's a faster way to dig him out, standing around watching them set up just feels like a waste of time."

"You've got a point. If it saves resources and time, why not?"

Naturally, Coulson was thrilled with Dante's approach.

After all, who did the digging didn't matter—his job was just coordination, not leadership.

Plus, he was dying to meet his childhood idol in person.

Coulson joining the FBI was partially thanks to Captain America's wartime legend. The man still kept a Captain America trading card in the pocket of his inner suit jacket.

"Alright then. Ada, Harley—tell the scientific team to halt setting up the heavy equipment. Have them focus on perimeter security instead."

After giving the order, Dante turned to Coulson. "Let's go. I'm guessing you want to be there when the most iconic Superhero in the Bureau's history sees daylight again."

"Wait, I can go down with you?"

Coulson had assumed Dante would be using his powers solo, and he'd just wait up here for the big reveal.

He didn't think Dante's power included carpooling.

"What are you talking about? Of course I can bring someone. If I couldn't carry you, how would I bring that frozen popsicle back up?"

With that, Dante led Coulson off the Airbus, with Hela and Loki following behind.

And as soon as they got off—

Every head turned.

Not because of their high stats or intense aura—but because…

They were way underdressed.

Loki, at least, was in a dark green suit.

Hela? Hela had bare shoulders.

Good thing they were the Goddess of Death and the God of Mischief. Normal people would've frozen solid five minutes ago.

Cough cough cough, Dante cleared his throat. "You two don't think those outfits are a bit too flashy for this location?"

Sure, the FBI had more superpowered personnel than ever now, but this excavation squad had folks on loan from other departments too.

Let's not make this too extra.

Loki—Earth's most environment-adapted Asgardian—reacted immediately. Emerald magic surged from him in a soft wave that rippled through the outer circle of spectators.

When it faded, both he and Hela were dressed in fur-lined cloaks straight out of a fantasy novel.

"They'll forget we ever got off the plane like this—in ten seconds."

"Look at that," Dante muttered. "The mage finally remembered he can use magic to solve problems."

(To be continued.)

Chapter 39: True Fan Meeting

Loki rolled his eyes at Dante with the usual arrogant flair.

He got the point, sure... but still—

Magic was work. Close combat with his beloved little dagger? That was life.

Dante couldn't hear Loki's internal grumbling, and even if he could, he wouldn't care.

Let the guy eat a few more losses and he'd eventually realize how dumb it was for a mage to run around like a rogue with twin daggers.

He led the group to the area already marked off by the scientific expedition task force.

The original photo of Captain America had been taken when one of the researchers accidentally fell into a crevice in the ice. The poor guy thought he was going to die buried and forgotten, only to discover the winding ice crack led straight to the place where Captain America had been frozen.

After they pulled him out, the research team contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and that's how America got the memo.

Dante's job now? Dig straight down along the same path.

"By the way, Coulson, you haven't seen my powers in action yet, have you?"

"That's right. Everything about you in the Bureau's files is locked behind Level 10 clearance. All I know is what Director Fury mentioned—something about green light?"

"Level 10 clearance?" Dante smirked. "Man, Fury really went full paranoia mode. What's he afraid of, someone coming after me with a hit squad?"

"Well, the FBI is still just the FBI. It doesn't control how the government thinks. The American government and the Bureau have always been at odds. They cut our budget every year. Politicians... their minds aren't wired like normal people," Coulson said with a helpless look."

"Ah... politicians. Got it. Tsk tsk tsk."

Dante chuckled, acting like he didn't care.

Still, after hearing Coulson's comments, Dante revised his plan for Grant Ward.

He'd originally planned to drive him off or take him out.

But now… he thought of a better way to deal with two pieces of trash at once.

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When they reached the crevice, Dante had to admit—he'd underestimated the scale of Mother Nature.

This wasn't a crevice.

This was practically a canyon!

"Coulson, be honest. How blind do you have to be to fall into a 'crevice' this massive? Were they using their eyes to breathe instead of see?"

"You're really misunderstanding them," Coulson replied with his usual polite smile.

But the way he kept fidgeting made it clear—he was getting pretty excited.

"Originally, it was just a narrow ice crack. Just enough for a person to fall through and vanish into the Arctic icefield."

"But that slip happened a week ago. Then two days ago—before the expedition team even arrived—there were two minor earthquakes in the North Pole. Not big ones, but they shifted the ice layers and cracked the shell wide open."

Dante's eyes narrowed.

No earthquakes before, none after. But right in those two days?

Still, he didn't overthink it and immediately began to transform.

He made the oath, and the Green Lantern ring lit up.

Then, using the imagination granted to all Transmigrators by divine plot armor, Dante materialized an ice shuttle designed for gliding cleanly through glacier layers—thanks to the Will Green Light.

By the time Ada and Harley showed up—orders relayed, mission ready—Dante had already enveloped the group in the green glow and even conjured up custom seats and seatbelts for everyone.

Those who had already seen Green Lantern powers weren't surprised.

But Coulson and Hela?

Totally blown away.

Coulson was just plain amazed. His reaction was the wholesome, wide-eyed "magic is real" kind.

Hela, though… she saw deeper.

The shaping and stabilization of energy like this? It was unheard of in Asgardian power systems.

And this energy was ridiculously stable. Zero leakage, no volatility. It was pure order.

It might not be at Heavenly Father tier yet... but it was clearly heading there.

"What exactly is this power?"

"You mean this?" Dante wiggled the hand with the glowing ring. "This baby's called a Green Lantern Ring. It comes from the Will Green Light, part of the Emotional Spectrum. Runs on pure willpower. The stronger the will, the stronger the ring."

"Green Lantern Ring? Emotional Spectrum? Willpower?" Hela nodded slowly. "I've never encountered this type of power before. But I can sense its stability and potential. Of all the emotional forces, this one must be the most… orderly."

Dante gave her a longer look.

"Yeah. The Will Green Light sits dead center on the Emotional Spectrum. It's also called the Light of Order."

Truly worthy of being a peak Heavenly Father-tier being—even with her current power sealed down to a fifth, her perception was on another level.

But something about it bugged him.

Over the past few days, Hela had touched the ring several times.

When Doctor Doom touched it, the Green Lantern Ring had chosen him instantly.

And Hela? She's not just some big-name goddess sealed for a few thousand years—she'd been joking, sparring, and lowkey flirting with him since day one.

How could she not have willpower strong enough to sync with the ring?

Unless…

She was attuned to another color on the Emotional Spectrum, and the ring rejected her based on that.

Thinking about her life, the Red Lantern's rage or the Yellow Lantern's fear seemed way more aligned.

Dante stopped thinking about it.

Too many Green Lanterns weren't always a good thing anyway—what if it triggered some kind of team-wide DEBUFF?

"Alright folks, buckle up! Old Dante's taking us for a ride!"

With a holler, Dante activated the glacial shuttle and dove straight into the ice layer.

Sure, the crevice had widened a lot, but the basic structure hadn't changed. Dante ran the route through his head—winding, twisty, time-wasting—and decided:

Nah.

He charged straight through.

Come on, he was already using Green Lantern powers. Why play nice with the terrain?

That would be way too normal.

The ancient permafrost, locked tight for who knows how long, shattered like candy glass under the Will Green Light.

In just over a minute, Dante broke through into a massive natural ice cave and landed gently.

The moment they touched down, the glacial shuttle dematerialized and turned into several glowing green lanterns that hovered in place, lighting up the whole cavern.

And there—right there in the distance—encased in a layer of ice:

A man in a blue and white striped uniform, holding a five-point star shield.

The temperature here was even colder than outside. Ada, Harley, and Coulson all instinctively shivered, even under thick Arctic gear.

But none of that could chill Coulson's excitement.

(To be continued.)