I Am In Marvel

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

After the baptism of the previous fierce battle, the helicopter carrier left a messy and tragic trace on both the surface of the outer shell and the interior of the cabin.

The outer shell and deck of the aircraft carrier were broken in many places, and there were extremely serious gaps. In order to ensure that there would be no more accidents, the staff could only use iron plates to seal the holes in an emergency. It's like patching up a few conspicuous rag patches on a brand-new gorgeous garment.

The third engine vortex is still braving black smoke, making a "click" sound.

Inside the helicopter carrier.

The staff has begun to clear the passage and the cabin, take away the dead and the wounded, and put the instruments, tables and chairs back in place. It's just that many people are still in a trance, their faces are stiff and expressionless, and they obviously haven't reacted from the raid just now.

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

It was so tragic.

Inside the main driving hall.

Under the organization of Director Fury and Agent Hill, some of the staff were reorganized into a pilot 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, and Hawkeye Barton sat side by side on a step in the hall, staring at the post-war restoration site below in a trance.

"We lost this game." Steve lowered his chin with both hands, his handsome young face was solemn, and he sighed softly: "We lost very thoroughly. Sure enough, we can't underestimate Luo from Alien God Realm. Kee is a very tough guy."

Natasha said with emotion: "Captain, is the previous war better? There are no intriguing spies lurking, no talented aliens participating, and no magic hammers flying around."

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

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

Always following behind that person, the body and mind will inevitably relax, and you will never be able to become a hero on your own.

Director Fury came from a distance, glanced at the three Steves who were still immersed in failure, and said lightly: "During the previous raid, SHIELD killed 26 agents and injured countless. In it, Agent Coulson died before he could provide first aid."

"He's dead." Chief Fury's tone became extremely 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, it is estimated that no one does not know him.

"Damn!" Bart blamed himself and slammed his fist on the floor.

Steve was silent, not knowing what to say.

"What about Master Caesar, is he all right?" Natasha asked with concern.

Fury nodded and said: "Caesar is fine. He is just still in a coma. In the battle just now, he has exceeded his physical limit and can no longer participate in the next battle."

"It's fine if you're okay." Natasha bowed her head in shame. Just now, they didn't help at all.

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

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 Barton also got up and stood beside the captain.

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

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

Bart said coldly, "I'll shoot my arrow on that bastard's head."

"Then now..."

Chief Fury was about to say something when the door of the driving hall suddenly opened.

Wearing a red cape on his shoulders and wearing silver armor, Sol, who kept rubbing his messy blond hair, walked into the main driver's hall, glanced at the crowd and shouted, "Hey, did anyone see my hammer?"

"Sol, you're awake." Natasha let out a sigh of relief, blinked and said, "Can't you use summoning?"

"That's weird, I can't call my hammer." With a wave of his hand, Sol hurriedly roamed the hall, his eyes swept away, and he didn't remember the fact that he was almost killed earlier. In my heart, I regard Thor's Hammer as more important than my own life.

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

"Yeah, that's great. By the way, where's my brother Loki?"

Sol thanked him first, then looked around, and said after realizing it.

The reflex arc of this large nerve...

Everyone in the hall was speechless for a while. This funny scene just eliminated the atmosphere of depression and lamentation accumulated earlier.

Steve said solemnly: "Loki has escaped, and now he must be in the new Stark Industries building in the center of New York City. He wants to use the nuclear reaction energy there to activate the cosmic magic and open a space for his alien army. Teleport Portal."

"It's not too late, we have to go now."

Natasha tidied up her leather jacket a little, patted off the dust on her body, and suddenly asked in surprise, "Wait, where's Eddie? Where did you go?"

Sam happened to walk into the driving hall to meet everyone, and replied, "Eddie. He said that the poison must be retrieved, so he has already taken the first step in the fighter plane."

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

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

Five minutes later.

A black fighter jet took off from the helicopter carrier, its wings cut through the clouds, its engine accelerated and roared, and it headed for the central city of New York, dozens of kilometers away.

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

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

"okay, I get it."

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

He reached out and held down the detector beside the door, and confirmed with his fingerprints and pupils that the door opened with a "click".

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

Caesar was sitting on a chair. He was very hungry, his head was almost buried on the table, and he wiped out the highly nutritious food on the plate at superhuman speed.

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

"Fine, that's right."

Caesar tore off a whole piece of beef, chewed it a little, and swallowed it in his belly. He smiled innocently and said, "The war has just begun."