The old man was in a hurry to get the money.
Stark Tower.
Tony saw Loki's frustrated expression on the screen. He was thrilled.
In his relatively short career, he had achieved so much that ordinary people could never imagine. As a result, he had become somewhat indifferent to wealth and fame.
Forget all that—let's just talk about the dozen or so super-luxury cars parked in his underground garage. These were things ordinary people dreamed of. For him… they were just normal possessions.
So after work, he often frequented casinos and bars, enjoyed intimate conversations with girls he liked—even with the cover models of Maxim magazine from the previous year. Well, he tried to pursue them all. Not in March, because of scheduling conflicts, but in December, the cover featured twins… so he could have double the fun.
As the saying goes: luxury cars, mansions, and beautiful women.
He wanted a Ferrari too. Tony's life was the dream of countless men. Yet inside, he was empty and lonely. His playboy lifestyle and bohemian attitude were just a protective mask. He wanted to prove something—but couldn't find a direction.
Now, the screen in front of him seemed to point the way:
Kill a god… or… become a superhero.
Tony considered several options in his mind.
"And yet… the small Arc Reactor in my chest is incredibly powerful.""According to the video, Loki's scepter previously brainwashed Hawkeye.""Hawkeye, like Black Widow, is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. His willpower shouldn't be weak. Even so, he was brainwashed—that shows the true terror of the scepter!""I need to hurry and develop this so-called small Arc Reactor."
Suddenly, doubt flashed through his mind.
"Why do I need a small Arc Reactor embedded in my chest?"
From its shape and size, it seemed implanted. Could it be…?
His eyes widened. He whispered a thought even he found hard to believe:
"Could it be… that a chunk of flesh from my chest was removed!???"
Only then could there be enough space to build the Arc Reactor.
At that moment, Tony Stark, the genius inventor, was filled with uncertainty.
"Do I really have to work this hard anymore? No, I won't do it!!!"
The screen continued.
[Classic Scene 5: The Avengers Assemble!]
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury looked over the marks he had made on his roster. His mind already envisioned the future Avengers lineup—the personnel, battle positions, cooperation strategies…
He compared his predictions with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s historical mission data and made a stunning discovery:
If the Avengers were assembled according to the video's configuration, their success rate in all past missions could reach 95%, even if the members were unfamiliar with one another.
And if they had more time to train together—even just a year or two—they could become an unstoppable team.
Fury looked up at the screen:
"The Avengers assemble? This must be their first time fighting together… if my assumptions are correct…"
The slums.
Dr. Banner read the video title and felt a surge of anticipation. For months, he had been living in fear. After the battle in New York, he understood the Hulk's destructive power. He feared losing control in his sleep and transforming into the Hulk without awareness.
Now, the video suggested that he could become the Hulk and a superhero. How could he not feel excited?
"The Avengers assemble—the first team battle. I wonder how the Hulk under my control will perform?"
Asgard.
Loki stared at the screen, a strange expression on his face. It was the same person: himself. He realized the reason he led the Chitauri army was now clear.
An invading force from afar would attack Earth, attempting to claim the throne—just like a child insecure about identity, playing a clumsy prank to gain his father's attention and share more love with his brother Thor.
Without this screen, perhaps he would have led the Chitauri to invade Earth in the future. But now, seeing this, Loki understood his life's trajectory and finally grasped Odin's grand plan.
He resolved never to invade Earth again.
Yet the video continued:
"The Avengers assemble, their first battle together."
"I never want to see myself get beaten again."
Loki muttered quietly to himself.
Military Camp.
Captain America read the video title, eyes shining with anticipation. For him, the dream of his life was to fight on the battlefield and serve his country.
He had always been small and weak and initially unfit for military service. It was a turbulent time—the country desperately needed soldiers during the war. He had been rejected countless times.
Only recently, after separating from Bucky, he considered moving to another state to try enlisting again. But after taking the Super Soldier serum, he had transformed into a perfect fighting machine. He didn't personally kill enemies on the frontlines, but he became a propaganda tool, inspiring others to serve.
Now, the screen's title told him: as a member of the Avengers, the first battle was about to begin—against an alien invasion.
"I don't know how I will perform in this battle in the future…"
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