the end of the heavens

In return, Spider-Man was given a glass of unsweetened milk.

This is also a no-brainer, minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol.

Daredevil's mask reveals a bearded chin, and he looks like a middle-aged man who has experienced a lot of weather. He just needs a glass of wine to straighten his chin.

Spider-Man can't do it, the mask has 360 degrees without dead ends, and he doesn't want to take it off, so he can only order non-alcoholic drinks and milk.

"How's it going, are you fighting?"

"should not."

"should?"

"The back of the supreme mage is too big, the picture is completely black, and nothing can be seen."

"..."

The two street heroes sit alone in a corner of the bar. The way of collecting information is very down-to-earth, very close to the people and very helpless, like most superheroes who rely on mutation.

Thirty seconds later, loud music rang out in the bar, and Tony Stark, all over his body, entered the arena. Next to him was Steve, who covered his face and was embarrassed to see anyone.

The popularity of these two superheroes is much higher. One is an antique-level superhero. It has been fighting since World War II, and its version has been continuously upgraded. Jump fast and jump high.

another……

rich!

If you have money, you can do whatever you want. After Tony entered the venue, he said that all the expenses tonight will be counted on him. He asked the bar owner to bring the bill to Stark Tower to settle the bill tomorrow.

Then he hacked into the satellite of S.H.I.E.L.D. and projected images from outer space onto the TV screen in the bar to watch the Supreme Sorcerer vs. the Lord of the Dark Dimension in real time.

Because of the appearance of the two, the duo of street heroes who were originally sought after immediately became uninterested.

But that's okay, Daredevil is no more pushy than the low-key Batterman in the studio next door.

Spider-Man dug out Steve's poster from his backpack, stepped forward to ask for his autograph, and the two perfectly blended into the crowd of onlookers.

Just like when you just looked up at the sky!

The reporters on the street heard the news and wanted to extract some bonuses from Steve and Tony, so the microphones were directly stuck in their faces.

"Captain, can you tell me who the Supreme Mage is? He is also a superhero?"

"Uh……"

Steve blinked, his face was tangled for a while, and he said dryly: "Sorry, about the Supreme Mage, he is a very low-key person. I can't disclose his personal information without his permission, that's it!"

"Can you talk about it? After decades, you are still fighting on the front line of superheroes, and the secret of maintaining strength? Your fans are very curious about this and want you to share some experience!"

"Uh……"

Steve thought about it for a moment, and said honestly: "First, you have to inject super soldier serum, and then be sent to outer space by a space channel. With the strengthening of alien technology, you can be as strong as me."

"..." xn

How about the promised chicken soup, why is it so realistic?

"What about chicken soup, what about your encouragement and whipping for teenagers?"

Tony was the first to complain that something was wrong with Steve tonight. He was out of character throughout the whole process, full of negative energy, as if he had taken the wrong script.

"I'm so tired, I just want to have a quiet drink."

Steve covered his face, he was really tired, for example, when he got the script, his first reaction was...

Russell actually has the vest of the Lord of the Dark Dimension, which he has never heard of before!

The leader of Hydra, the supreme mage of Kama Taj, the master of the dark dimension... Will there be other vests?

The Great Demon King of Hell?

By the way, he thought Russell was not white a long time ago, but he didn't expect him to be so black!

What's more, how does the Lord of the Dark Dimension operate, so that Kama Taj, who is on the front line of resisting the invasion of the dimension, advances all the way and finally becomes the supreme mage?

Seeing Steve resting his hand on his forehead, holding a glass of wine with a sad face but refusing to drink, Tony confirmed that he really needed to be quiet, and clapped his hands to help him out.

"Everyone, the captain has been unwell for the past two days, which may be the sequelae of alien technology."

Leading the reporters to his side, Tony puffed up his chest and raised his head, showing off the magically modified ark50 suit on his body: "If you have any questions, you can consult me, but the ugly words come first, and topics involving personal privacy, such as the supreme mage, I Right to refuse to answer."

Ask me, ask me about the suit!

The microphone was passed to Tony's mouth, and a reporter asked: "Mr. Stark, can you tell us about your intimate interaction with the captain during the battle?"

Tony: "..."

"You have perfectly caught the captain many times in a row. Have you been in private contact for a long time?"

Tony: "..."

"Mr. Stark, can you tell me what is the relationship between you and the captain?"

Tony: "..."

"The picture of you interacting with the captain has been edited into tens of thousands of versions, and there are various retouched pictures, which are uploaded everywhere on YouTube. Will the Stark Group's legal department take any action?"

Tony: "..."

He opened his mouth in confusion, and asked Jarvis to open the Youtube page, and saw countless videos of him slapping America's buttocks with his face, the style of painting was extremely creepy, and the soundtrack was extremely rap.

"The tubing thing, I'll just buy it... that's it, I'm tired!"

Tony waved the reporter away, synchronized with Steve, put his hand on his forehead, held the glass of wine with a sad face but refused to drink.

Beep beep!

"Mr. Stark, communication from Commissioner Fury in his armored Chevrolet across from the bar."

Tony heard this and looked out the window. Across the road, Nick Fury lowered the window and stared at him with one eye expressionlessly.

"Uh, write back to Commissioner Fury and say that I didn't see anything. By the way... tell him to roll up the window quickly, otherwise the traffic police will check his driver's license."

……

One minute later, in the Chevrolet sedan, Nick Fury was sitting in the driver's seat, his old face blackened into the bottom of the pot.

In the back row, Steve held a beer and continued to put his hand on his forehead. It seemed that he hadn't come out of the shadows yet.