Buckingham Palace's underground financial war room hummed with the quiet pulse of golden supercomputers, their interfaces displaying a rolling cascade of stock market tickers and live financial analytics from every continent. Kara Zor-El sat reclined on a throne made from melted-down UK war medals, a polished golden tea set beside her and Excalibur resting casually against her leg. Around her, the women of L.E.Y.A. moved like queens among generals—Wanda calculating interest spikes through magical algorithms, Jean monitoring manipulated neural pathways in a dozen financial regulators, Rogue tapping a touchscreen to monitor newly acquired corporate shares, Storm swirling a miniature wind vortex inside a glass orb purely out of stress relief. Natasha stood off to the side, calmly scrolling through encrypted broker networks. Above them all, the monitors glowed.
"We're in position," Gwen reported over the live feed from their New York hub, where she was overseeing AI-driven buying sprees. "UK markets will feel the squeeze within twenty-four hours. Microsoft and Apple are falling into place."
Kara sipped her tea and gave the room a sidelong glance. "Let's start taking over the world… one stock at a time."
The vault doors slid open with the flamboyant twang of a guitar riff and the unmistakable sound of humming. "Welcome to the King's vault, baby," Elvis Presley declared, striding into the war room in a red velvet suit laced with diamonds and a pair of tinted aviators. "The King is in the house—and he's bringing fiscal ruin with him."
Elvis gestured dramatically, and a golden plaque behind him rotated into view. Etched in ornate script were the words: Hail to the King, Ltd. The newest financial entity in the world—and its most dangerous. "This ain't just investment," Elvis added. "This is economic conquest."
Wanda clapped slowly. "This is the greatest thing I've ever seen."
Within days, Hail to the King, Ltd. had quietly acquired a controlling interest in Microsoft and Apple. The shares were bought through a network of shell companies disguised as retirement trusts and international shipping consortiums. Kara sat back in her throne as the boardroom lights dimmed. "No more ten-times markups," she said, calmly. "We're selling smartphones for two times production cost—and not a penny more."
The change hit like a meteor. Across Silicon Valley, CEOs convulsed with disbelief. One Apple executive screamed into a fax machine before collapsing into his ergonomic chair. At Microsoft, a senior vice president actually fainted during a Zoom call. Several high-ranking board members were forced to declare personal bankruptcy, even as their companies' profits soared—redistributed to employees and infrastructure. Their personal kingdoms had collapsed.
"I didn't even kill anyone," Kara said, eyes on a live feed of panicked investors, "but this is somehow more satisfying."
Kara rose, stepped away from her throne, and looked out at the screen. "I've seen religion tear entire planets apart. I've seen wars erupt over ideology, revenge, land, family. But money? Money has killed more people than all of them combined."
Wanda, her expression dark, nodded. "I've leveled cities. I've ended generations. But even I haven't made men this afraid of their own bank accounts."
Mystique crossed her arms. "Even I never made an entire economy bleed this much."
Kara turned to the others, her voice soft. "You know, I think the ultimate villain in any story… is financial pressure."
Rogue smirked faintly as she flicked through her portfolio. "And the ultimate weapon?"
Kara's expression hardened. "Strategic, weaponized financial tyranny."
Jean rested her hand under her chin, thoughtful. "Psychic domination is fun. But this rewrites the rules of civilization. No one ever expects the invisible leash."
Natasha folded her arms, eyeing Kara with a half-smile. "You've officially entered a new class of villainy. Not just controlling minds… bankrupting them while they clap for you."
Kara raised her teacup, the surface trembling slightly from her grip. "To bleeding the elite without firing a shot."
Down in the vault, Elvis Presley tapped his polished loafers on the rim of a thirty-foot pile of gold bricks, spinning a coin between his fingers. The vault should've been empty weeks ago—but instead, the piles grew daily, inexplicably. Rogue looked at him suspiciously.
"Elvis," she asked, "how is it growing even though we're spending it like lunatics?"
Elvis tossed the coin into the air and caught it. "Don't ask questions, baby. The King always delivers."
Wanda whispered to Storm, "He might actually be the devil."
"Good," Kara muttered, "I hope he is. He's our devil now."
They turned their attention to the United Kingdom. The strategy was simple. Don't declare war. Don't raise a flag. Just let the markets bleed until Parliament begged for a savior. The L.E.Y.A. network had already triggered artificial instability—shorting national companies, buying up their undervalued stock, and whispering subtle rumors into the financial sector. Elvis laid it out plainly on a glowing table map.
"The government's entire credit system," he said, "is propped up by privately owned banks and royal-aligned industry. We crash those, we hold the leash."
Gwen patched in remotely. "We're already seeing ripple effects. Supermarkets delayed payroll, the energy sector's getting nervous, and the Ministry of Finance just issued a confidence statement… which means they're absolutely not confident."
Kara walked up to the edge of the glowing display, gazing at the tumbling graphs with satisfaction. "Step one: fake a crisis. Step two: buy the bailout. Step three…"
"Crown you Queen," Natasha finished.
"No," Kara corrected. "I crown myself. I just let them beg me to do it first."
Storm leaned back in her chair. "A bloodless coup. Just the way I like it."
"Technically not bloodless," Rogue murmured, "some of those CEOs are threatening to bite their own tongues off."
"Occupational hazard," Wanda replied.
The financial war room quieted as the last of the market reports came in. UK indexes fell by five percent in a single day. Dozens of financial advisors had already fled London for "medical leave." Kara leaned one arm on the throne and lifted her cup in Elvis's direction.
Elvis toasted her back with a glass of brandy. "To the Queen. Long may she rule."
Kara's voice was steady. "Oh, I will."
And as the global markets twisted under her fingertips, as nations braced themselves for a storm they didn't understand, and as the richest families in the world began rewriting their wills out of fear, one truth remained indisputable: it wasn't lasers or magic or armies that brought the world to its knees—it was Kara Zor-El's checkbook.
I'm having fun with the England conquest arc it will wrap up soon then we will move into something else like England becoming the world's first evil empire. Then we begin the events of iron man as we will have a six year time skip to move things forward before we begin the MCU timeline then Multiversal travel.
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