I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 175 Invitation

Tony took Banner to the top floor of a skyscraper, which was his private bar and only a very few people knew about it.

The bar's decoration is luxurious and elegant, and through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook the entire night view of New York.

Banner walked into the bar and felt a long-lost warmth and comfort.

Tony walked to the bar, skillfully mixed a cocktail, and handed it to Banner: "Try this, I mixed it myself."

There was a hint of pride and anticipation in his voice.

Banner took the wine glass and took a sip. The rich aroma of the wine in his mouth made him close his eyes and enjoy this moment of tranquility.

He suddenly felt that this night might not be as lonely as he had imagined.

"How is it?" Tony asked with a smile.

"Not bad." Banner nodded, with a hint of approval in his eyes.

He put down the wine glass and looked at the night view outside the window. The loneliness in his heart seemed to be diluted a little by the wine.

Tony also mixed himself a cocktail, walked over to him, raised the glass in his hand, chuckled and said, "Come on, Banner, let's have a drink to celebrate our first meeting."

Banner glanced at him, picked up the wine glass, raised it up, and gently clinked it with the glass in Tony's hand, making a crisp sound.

He raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head: "You know, Tony, you are really annoying, especially when you talk. I really wanted to kill you at that time. But at least it is much better than those people who say one thing and mean another."

"At least I'm telling the truth, right? In human society, the truth always makes people uncomfortable."

Tony shrugged nonchalantly: "The news media always say that I have low emotional intelligence, but who cares about a stranger's feelings? I care even less. He feels bad, so what? It's his fault for having low psychological tolerance."

"Tony, it's a miracle that you have grown up safely."

"Haha, cheers to miracles!"

The two clinked their glasses again and took a sip.

The alcohol entered their bodies, paralyzing their nerves and making them more relaxed.

"Hey, Banner, what do you want?"

"What do I want?"

"If you succeed in taking revenge, what do you want to do?"

When Banner heard Tony's question, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. He was silent for a long time before he said, "I don't know. I guess I should continue to study some topics that interest me. My dream since I was a child was to become a scientist. Now, this goal is not far away for me."

"Scientist? Not a bad dream. But wouldn't your strength be wasted?"

Tony's face suddenly showed a tough expression: "I don't know what I want to do. I just know that I don't want to see the world become broken and everyone looks terrified. Although this world is not so perfect, it is still worth protecting, right?"

Banner thought of the happy times he had with Betty and nodded slowly: "Maybe, you are right. So, do you want to invite me to become a superhero? Join the Avengers?"

"No, not the Avengers?"

Tony shook his head and said, "Why do we have to wait until someone hurts us before we seek revenge? I would rather kill them before they do anything."

"So, I founded an organization called the Illuminati, and I want to invite you to join us, become a pioneer of mankind, and bring true light to this world together!"

Banner's eyes flickered, and he said noncommittally: "I'll think about it."

"Okay, you have plenty of time to think about it." As the night deepened, Tony found a villa for Banner to stay in, and he left and returned to S.H.I.E.L.D.

On the way, Tony looked at his palms and felt a little disappointed.

When he was drinking, he had tried to touch Banner with his hands many times, but Banner was always alert and avoided physical contact with him even when he was drunk, so he was unable to succeed.

Therefore, his predictive ability, which he had not used for a long time, was no longer effective.

"Well, there will always be opportunities in the future. I want to see what choice you will make in the future."

A confident smile spread across Tony's face.

On the other side, Captain America Steve Rogers hurried back to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and walked into Director Fury's office with a heavy heart.

The lights in the office were dim and there was a heavy atmosphere in the air.

Fury was sitting behind his desk, holding a document in his hand, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.

As soon as Steve walked in, Fury looked up, his eyes full of sadness and doubt.

He took a deep breath and tried to look calm, but the pain and self-blame in his heart were evident.

"I'm sorry, Chief. I failed in my duty on this mission." Steve's voice was low and hoarse, as if every word carried a heavy burden.

There was a flash of sadness and helplessness in his eyes, as if he was mourning for the lives lost.

Fury shook his head, a look of understanding and comfort in his eyes.

"Captain, this is not your fault."

He said in a deep voice: "Originally, when it comes to mysterious events, the difficulty rises sharply, and death is inevitable."

Steve's mind went back to that moment, Coulson lying in a pool of blood, and all the images kept replaying in his mind.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

"Last time it was Bucky, this time it was Coulson and the others. But next time, I hope no one will be sacrificed, that's why we work so hard."

There was a hint of sob in his voice and his eyes were firm and determined.

Fury looked at the warrior in front of him with mixed emotions.

He knew that Steve was carrying a heavy responsibility and pressure, but he also knew that it was this sense of responsibility that made Steve Captain America and a hero in everyone's heart.

"Steve, we will all try our best to avoid sacrifice, but sometimes, fate is not in our control."

Fury sighed: "All we can do is try our best."

Steve took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, Chief."

Fury stood up, walked to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of cold drink and handed it to Steve: "Come on, tell me again about the whole mission. Although you have submitted the report, I am still worried that there will be omissions."

"Okay!" Steve nodded and began to recall their experiences in South America. His voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a picture, making people feel as if they were in that dangerous and unknown world.

He told Fury exactly what happened after they arrived in South America, including the fact that the Lord asked him to find the Zodiac Charm.

(End of this chapter)