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V.G.D. Base, Equipment Department.
"Don't wriggle around like a monkey with lice."
Natasha Romanoff, holding a Data Pad, looked crossly at The Invisible Man Shabby standing on the Testing Platform.
Shabby was currently wearing a special Tactical Vest, the material of which was provided by Natasha.
"This thing... is a bit tight."
Shabby's complaining voice came from the air.
"It's to fit your skin." Natasha clicked a few times on the tablet to adjust the parameters, "Powering on."
"Zzt—"
A faint sound of electric current.
The equipment, which had still been visible in outline, instantly vanished into thin air along with Shabby's skin.
"Wow."
"This Tactical Vest uses S.H.I.E.L.D.'s latest 'Widow's Gauze' weaving technology. Every fiber has a built-in light refraction unit. It allows him to carry about three kilograms of weight without breaking the invisibility field."
Natasha picked up the Full-face Helmet covered in lenses and introduced it to Homelander.
"This helmet is also covered in this material and has a built-in multi-band communicator and high-definition dynamic camera. We can see everything he sees."
"Excellent!" Homelander praised, "How come I've never seen you use it?"
"Because this thing is expensive to make and breaks at a touch."
"And I don't need this to infiltrate a place." Natasha smiled confidently.
"Wow! This feels great!" Shabby's voice rang out excitedly in the room.
"I finally don't have to go on missions naked! This is the treatment a superhero should have!"
"Remember, Shabby." Natasha looked seriously at the floating helmet, "This is an infiltration, not a fashion show. Once you're discovered, this thin gauze won't stop one of Hawkeye's arrows."
"Don't worry, Ms. Romanoff!" Shabby gave a salute, "I'll be like a silent fart—noiseless yet everywhere!"
"..." Natasha rolled her eyes, "That's a terrible metaphor."
"Don't hold us back, The Invisible Man." Pietro chewed gum, his eyes full of confidence, "Plan A only takes a second. You'll likely just be an audience member."
"We'll see, Fast-shooter." Shabby refused to back down.
"Alright, boys."
Homelander walked up to the two of them with a smile.
"Are you ready?"
"Always ready! Officer!" the two replied in unison, their voices filled with excitement.
"Very well."
"It's time for you to show your skills!"
...New York, Manhattan streets.
The night was deep, and neon lights flickered. Avengers Tower stood like a lonely, proud lighthouse amidst the steel jungle.
Only now, the lighthouse had turned pink.
"Ugh—"
Hiding on the top floor of the building opposite, Pietro looked through binoculars at the pink ambient lighting covering the building and couldn't help but complain.
"This taste... is absolutely tacky. Was Tony Stark's brain controlled, or was his aesthetic sense controlled?"
"Stop the chatter." Natasha's voice came through the earpiece, "Everyone in position. Shabby, are you in place?"
"I'm here," Shabby's voice said.
"Operation begins." Natasha looked at the holographic architectural map in her hand, "Shabby, you go first. Stark Tower's security system is impeccable, basically eliminating the possibility of illegal entry—for you. So I suggest you go through the front door."
"The front door? Are you joking?"
"No." Natasha pointed at the main entrance, "Look over there."
A truck delivering high-end catering was parked at the door. Several workers were moving crates of red wine and ingredients.
"Lorelei needs to enjoy herself; that is the loophole."
"Understood."
A faint ripple appeared in the air; Shabby had already moved.
He tiptoed closely behind the last porter.
The Agent pushed the food cart through the security gate.
"Beep—Identity confirmed."
A mechanical voice sounded.
Shabby held his breath, turned sideways, and slipped in like a falling leaf the moment before the door closed.
No alarm.
Shabby was incredibly excited, "Is this what it feels like to be a top Agent? So cool."
"Good, keep going up." Natasha stared at the screen, "The elevator is independent; you can't get in. Take the stairs to the ninetieth floor."
"The stairs? That's ninety floors!"
"Then consider it cardio. Hurry up."
...Twenty minutes later.
Shabby was leaning on the handrail of the stairs from the eighty-ninth to the ninetieth floor, somewhat out of breath.
The sound of heavy breathing was clearly transmitted to Natasha's ears through the microphone.
"I... I'm here."
"What's the situation?"
"The door is open... I smell... a fragrance? A very strong incense."
Shabby steadied himself on the spot, and after his breathing leveled out, he cautiously climbed the last few steps.
He opened the fire escape door with a Decoder, and after observing the surroundings, he tiptoed inside.
The sight that met his eyes almost made his jaw drop.
The originally futuristic Stark mansion had now completely turned into a medieval-style debauched palace.
Red velvet carpet covered every inch of the floor, and golden candelabras flickered with candlelight.
In the center of the hall, the Mind Stone was mounted on a complex instrument. The faint blue light connected to countless cables through the crystal at the top, leading to a large server array on the ceiling.
Tony Stark, the proud Iron Man, was currently wearing a silk shirt with the collar wide open, working like a tireless beast of burden, frantically debugging data in front of that instrument.
Bruce Banner was sitting on the floor, holding a welding torch, welding a metal helmet.
And in the deepest part of the room, Lorelei was reclining on an Iron Throne, with one foot resting casually on Clint Barton's shoulder. Barton was bowing his head, intently massaging the Queen's calf.
"This scene..." Shabby swallowed hard, "...if put on YouTube, the views would be in the hundreds of millions."
He quietly moved to a corner, found a position with the best view, and adjusted the miniature camera on his tactical helmet.
"Natasha, do you see this?"
Natasha looked at the footage sent back on the screen, her face ashen.
"I see it."
"What are Iron Man and the others doing?" Shabby asked.
Just then, Lorelei's voice came.
"Isn't it ready yet, my craftsman?"
"My patience is limited."
Tony Stark stopped what he was doing, turned around, and said with dark circles under his eyes.
"Soon, my Queen."
Tony pointed to the device connected to the Mind Stone.
"This fellow, I've named it 'ultron x'."
"In just one more hour, when the satellites pass overhead..."
Tony's finger swiped across the holographic screen, displaying a World map with dense red dots flashing on it.
"...the signal from ultron x will be amplified by these one hundred and eight Stark Satellites and then cover the entire globe."
Tony's eyes were fanatical.
"By then, every creature on Earth with a Y chromosome will hear your call at the same time."
"They will lay down their weapons, lay down their work, lay down everything, just to kneel at your feet and beg for your mercy."
"Even that Anthony," Banner added, looking up with an obsessed smile, "as long as he's a man, he won't escape."
"Hahahaha..."
Lorelei stood up from her throne and spread her arms as if she had already embraced the entire World.
"How wonderful."
Hiding in the corner, Shabby broke into a cold sweat.
"Damn... this woman is a lunatic. She wants to turn every man in the World into something like that Barton?"
"Enough." Natasha's cold voice came through the earpiece, "We can't wait; an hour is too short."
"Target location confirmed."
"Pietro, action."