Marvel's Alien Sword Fairy

"Ha!" Loki looked at the Iron Man falling from the sky and couldn't help but smile. He slightly opened his hands in a helpless gesture and said nothing. The Iron Man who fell in front of him didn't even notice the thing behind him. .

"Mr. Stark, okay, he has been subdued." Rogers looked at the fallen Iron Man and couldn't help but explain that this guy did not see the flying sword behind Loki.

"Okay! Captain." Stark didn't receive applause and cheers like before. He was a little uncomfortable and thought to himself that he didn't catch up with the good time.

"I said Captain Rock, you can put your hands down. I'm not used to it." Stark thought to himself, looking at Loki who still had his hands raised, he couldn't help but say.

"It's not that I don't want to let it go." Loki took a deep breath. Even if he wanted to move his head, he felt that the thing behind him would pierce his heart at any time.

Loki's appearance made Stark curious. He couldn't help but walked over and glanced behind him. His eyes behind the mask suddenly froze, staring at the uncontrolled but automatic weapon. Spotting a terrorist's dagger, just as he stared, Natasha in the sky had already controlled the Quinjet and landed on the square.

"Okay, let's go!" O'Connell changed the short spear to his left hand, took out the scabbard from the leather bag with his right hand, and said to Loki. After listening to his words, Loki walked towards the rear hatch of the fighter plane. He walked away, but during the process, he never put down his hands, and O'Connell followed behind him.

"Here, what is this thing? Is it yours? Are you using magnets, electricity, or brain waves to control it?" Stark looked at the short guy who was holding Loki up and pushing him into the fighter plane. Sword, and then looked at O'Connell who was following behind Loki, holding a short spear in one hand and a short sword scabbard in the other. He couldn't help but widened his eyes slightly, took two steps up, followed the plane, and asked O'Connell.

"We don't seem to be familiar with each other?" O'Kang turned to look at the Iron Man and raised his eyebrows.

"Uh, um..." Stark was frustrated and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. On the other side, Rogers had already grabbed Loki's hand and cuffed his hands into special handcuffs. , after Loki was handcuffed, the dagger immediately turned into a flash of silver light, returned to the scabbard in O'Connell's hand, and was then casually put into the leather bag by him.

The Quinjet took off again from the square, carrying five people, and began to return to SHIELD's space carrier. The atmosphere in the cabin was not very good. Stark was dusty and did not remove the visor on his face. , just depressed there, Rogers began to question Loki, but the Asgard prince just smiled and said nothing. Natasha contacted Nick Fury, and Fury ordered him to be taken away as soon as possible. Coming back, there was silence.

Stark stood in the cabin and waited for a while. He was really a little depressed and looked at the dagger in O'Connell's bag again. O'Connell sat there calmly and ignored him. As for Rogers, He was worried about catching Loki. Because the capture went so smoothly, this battlefield veteran noticed something was wrong. However, he couldn't find anything out about Loki and was a little annoyed.

"Something's not right!" Rogers sat next to O'Connell, glanced at Loki, and said to him.

"Those who get the upper hand in chess always have an advantage, but those who are lagging behind should not be impatient. We can

We will attack in the future because they are in front and we can see every move clearly. "O'Connell comforted Rogers.

"Then what do you think we should do now?" Rogers felt a little dizzy after listening to Rao's commanding words, but fortunately he understood the meaning. To put it simply, it was to let them strike first, but how to control this.

"What did he just do there?" O'Kang looked at the captain, who had more personal charm than a general, but whose intelligence was only at the level of a soldier, and couldn't help but continue to guide him.

"Have a rock and roll show." Stark wanted to liven up the atmosphere and express himself as always, but his words were not very flattering, which made O'Connell and Rogers who were talking suddenly have their eyes on them. On him.

"Well, I mean, I missed a rock concert. I said don't do this. This guy has fallen into our hands. He may be able to do some tricks, but as long as we hold his life, everything will be over. OK." Stark felt uncomfortable being looked at by the two of them, and his visor automatically popped open, revealing an impatient face. As long as they squeezed Loki, they were not afraid of anything else.

"Then what if you can't pinch him?" O'Connell rolled his eyes at Stark, who opened his visor and looked like he thought he had pinched Loki and everything would be fine.

"Can't hold it? Are you kidding? There are three of us here, not to mention you two, but just me. Do you think he can run away? Don't you even have this little confidence?" Star Ke couldn't help but sneered a little after listening to Ou Kang's words.

"This is not a matter of confidence at all." Rogers took a deep breath and turned his head away from Stark. He felt a huge generation gap between him and the son of an old friend.

"What's your name?" Loki looked at Stark who was chattering away, a smile appeared on his face, and he spoke to O'Connell who was speechless.

"You'd better not think about sowing discord now. Your brother will be here soon." O'Connell couldn't tune into the same channel as Stark and didn't want to talk to him. When he heard Loki coming to talk to him, he couldn't help but smile. A sound.

"Boom!" In response to O'Connell's words, there was a loud roar of thunder in the sky outside. Outside the plane, there were dark clouds and lightning rising. Listening to this sound, Loki's expression changed slightly. Seeing his changing expression, Stark and Rogers looked a little strange, and they both glanced at O'Connell.

"He is the prince of Asgard. If he causes trouble here, there will be people coming over there!" O'Connell looked at the two people's eyes and couldn't help but spread his hands. This is not only the plot, but also some arithmetic. Just a metaphysical speculation.

"Prince of Asgard." Stark turned his head in surprise and looked at Loki, who was wearing a green robe and had a strange expression on his face. In his eyes, this guy was just a rock star.

"To be precise, it should be the king." Loki glanced at Stark, but couldn't help but snorted and corrected his words. O'Connell next to him could feel a deep feeling when he heard what he said. Deep obsession.

"Bang!" Just as everyone was talking, the Quinjet shook violently, as if something fell on it, but at this time, the Quinjet was flying high in the sky, and something could fall on it.

"Here we come!" O'Connell felt the muffled sound above his head and couldn't help but smile and said to Loki.