My Years as a Tomb-Raiding Priest in Marvel

[Marvel Fan Fiction] + [Lich King] + [Avengers] + [Death Knight]

Arthas is the poorest priest in Queens. By day, he listens to his congregants confess their sins. By night, he earns a living through archaeology.

In the basement of the church he inherited lie a Frostmourne that loves afternoon tea, a Helm of Domination that never stops talking, and a rune forge that churns out adorably goofy ghouls.

All he wants is to dig graves in peace and occasionally raise a ghoul to help sweep the floor, but he's dragged into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s mess.

After rescuing Tony Stark, he invests the million-dollar reward in Stark stock. Then Tony announces the next day that he's halting weapons production. The stock hits its daily limit down, and the cat food is running out!