I Am In Marvel

Ascending and maintaining an altitude of 5,000 meters, the helicopter carrier finally returned to normal navigation.

After the baptism of the previous fierce battle, no matter the surface of the helicopter carrier, or the inside of the cabin, it left a mess of tragic marks.

The shell and deck of the aircraft carrier were broken in many places and there were extremely serious gaps. In order to ensure that no accidents occurred, the staff had to use iron plates to repair the holes in an emergency.It's like patching up a few conspicuous patches of rags on a new gorgeous dress.

The third engine vortex was still emitting black smoke, making a "click" noise.

Inside the helicopter carrier.

The staff has begun to clean the passages and cabins, take away the corpses and wounded, and put the instruments, tables and chairs back in place.It's just that many people still have a trance in their eyes, their faces are stiff and expressionless, obviously they have not yet reacted to the surprise incident just now.

The scene can only be described in two words-tragic!

It's too tragic.

In the main driving hall.

Under the organization of Director Fury and Agent Hill, some staff reorganized into a driving team to monitor the damaged helicopter carrier indiscriminately and count the casualties and property losses caused by the attack.

Captain America Steve, Black Widow Natasha, Hawkeye Button, the three of them sat side by side on a step in the hall, looking at the post-war repair site in a trance.

"This round, we lost." Steve lowered his chin with both hands, his handsome and young face was solemn, and he sighed softly: "It was a complete loss. Sure enough, you can't underestimate Luo from Alien God's Domain. Ji, is a very difficult guy."

Natasha sighed: "Captain, is the previous war better? There are no intrigue spies lurking, no talented aliens to participate, and no magic hammers flying around."

"It's hard to say." Steve shook his head and said, "I was too careless this time. I was used to relying on that person's back and following his figure before, but now I can only step on and move forward by myself. ."

Natasha lowered her head and said softly, "Me too!"

Always following that person, the body and mind will inevitably relax, and will never be able to become a hero alone.

Director Fury came from a distance, glanced at the three Steves who were still immersed in the failure, and said indifferently: "During the previous raid, 26 agents of SHIELD were killed and countless injured. Among them, Agent Coulson didn't have time to give first aid and sacrificed too."

"He's dead." Director Fury's tone became unusually heavy.

Agent Coulson.

One of the veteran agents who assisted Fury in creating the Avengers, as long as he is a member of the Avengers, no one does not know him.

"Damn it!" Bart blamed himself, punching his fist to the floor.

Steve was silent, not knowing what to say.

"What about Young Master Caesar, is he okay?" Natasha asked concerned.

Ferry nodded and said, "Caesar is okay. It's just that he is still in a coma. In the previous battle, he has exceeded his physical limit and can no longer participate in the next battle."

"It's fine if people are fine." Natasha lowered her head ashamed. Just now, they didn't help at all.

Director Fury looked at the silent three Steves, suddenly took a deep breath, and shouted: "You three, but the top agents and super soldiers on the planet, won't you just give up when you encounter this setback? Don't forget, who are you!"

All three of Steve trembled.

"Of course I didn't forget, we are...Avengers!"

Steve clenched his fists and slowly stood up from the steps. At the same time, Natasha and Button also stood up, standing next to the captain one by one.

"That's right." Director Fury showed relief and said with a stern, dark face: "Don't think of shrinking, even if you bite the bullet, you have to push me up! Otherwise, how can you be worthy of the sacrifice of those agents?! "

"Indeed, no one can sacrifice." Natasha nodded deeply in agreement.

Bart said coldly: "I will shoot my arrow on that bastard's head."

"Then now..."

Director Fury just wanted to say something when the door of the driving hall suddenly opened.

Thor, wearing a red cloak on his shoulders and silver armor, constantly rubbing his messy blond hair with his hands, walked into the main driving hall, scanned the crowd and yelled, "Hey, did anyone see my hammer?"

"Sol, you are awake." Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, blinked and said: "Can't you use the summoning spell?"

"That's weird. I can't summon my hammer." With a gesture of a hand, Thor hurried around in the hall, sweeping his gaze in disorder, without recording the fact that he was nearly killed before. In my heart, I think Thor's Hammer is more important than his own life.

"I know where your hammer is." Steve stepped forward and patted Sol comfortably on the shoulder. "My shield should be there too."

"Really, that's great. By the way, where's my brother Rocky?"

Saul thanked him first, then looked around, then realized.

The reflex arc of this nerve...

The people in the hall were speechless for a while. This comical scene just eliminated the previously accumulated depression and sorrow.

Steve solemnly said: "Rocky has escaped, and he must be in the new Stark Industrial Building in the center of New York City. He wants to use the nuclear reaction energy there to activate the magic of the universe and open one to his alien army. Teleportation portal."

"It's not too late, we must set off right away."

Natasha tidied her leather jacket a bit, patted the dust off her body, and asked in surprise, "Wait, where is Eddie? Where did she go."

Sam happened to walk into the driving hall to meet everyone, and replied: "Eddie. He said that the toxin must be retrieved, so he was already sitting on the fighter plane and took a step.

"Then we will also drive the warship and rush to New York City immediately!"

Leaded by Steve as Captain America, Thor, Black Widow Natasha, Hawkeye Button, and Falcon Sam, they followed and left the main driving hall mightily.

Five minutes later.

A black fighter plane took off from a helicopter carrier, its wings cut through the clouds, its engine speeded up and roared, and it headed to downtown New York dozens of kilometers away.

Director Fury stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the main driving hall, watching the black fighter disappear at the end of his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Agent Hill suddenly came up behind him and said a word in a low voice close to his ear.

"okay, I get it."

Director Fury nodded majesticly, he turned and left the driving hall alone, walked through several long passages, and finally came to a hidden cabin.

He reached out and held down the detector next to the door, confirmed by fingerprints and pupils, and the door opened with a click.

Director Fury stepped forward and saw a table in the middle of the huge room with hot dishes for ten people.

Caesar was sitting on a chair, hungry, with his head almost buried on the table, destroying the nutritious food in the plate at superhuman speed.

Director Fury closed the door with his backhand, sat on the chair opposite, and said, "They have already set off. Everything is as you expected, Caesar."

"Very good, that's right."

Caesar bit a whole piece of beef, chewed it a little, and swallowed it into his abdomen, smiling innocently, "War, this has just begun."