In New York, Queens.
A huge air carrier tore through the sky like a meteorite, dragging a long trail of flames behind it.
The appearance of the entire warship was already extremely damaged, and with the huge impact of the fall, fragments were constantly stripped off, like small meteor shower, fiercely crashing into every corner of the street and city.
At this moment, fear and despair intertwined, and screams and roars echoed together.
As the fragments exploded, a solid shadow of death enveloped everyone's head.
"Help... Help me!"
"My leg... My leg is broken. Please, help me!"
"Where is our army? Where is our government?"
"Run, run!"
In the face of an unprecedented disaster, the crowd fell into panic.
Everyone was trying to escape this area. No matter male, female, old, young, strong, thin, and weak, they were all squeezed on the streets. There were also cars and other means of transportation, which instantly blocked the road that should have been smooth. Everyone was cursing loudly.
Although some police were maintaining order, unfortunately, no one listened to them.
Order, freedom, equality, respect?
The lofty theories that the United States promoted became a big joke at this moment.
Selfishness became the only choice under the disaster!
"Mom..."
A little girl who was seven or eight years old with two ponytails tugged at the corner of her mother's clothes. She opened her big, innocent eyes and asked, "Will Uncle Iron Man come to save us?"
When her mother heard this, her eyes revealed a trace of sadness and despair. She squatted down and hugged her daughter tightly. She stroked the child's golden hair. She could not bear to blow the child's young fantasy. She could only comfort him. "There will be... someone coming to save us... Iron Man will definitely come."
"Don't f*cking dream!"
A middle-aged man next to him smashed the things around him crazily. The veins on his neck bulged and his face turned red as he roared, "No one will come to save us at all. What bullshit Iron Man? He's just a damn capitalist!
War maniac, a murderer. Maybe this Sky Capital carrier was made by him!"
"That's right, that's right!" Another person completely gave up hope and vented all his anger on the so-called Iron Man. He shouted loudly, "If not for Tony Stark's energy industry, how could we have lost our job? It's all his fault!"
"F*ck Iron Man! F*ck America! F*ck super hero!"
The people who had fallen into madness pushed all the blame and mistakes to the people who were jealous of them the most.
"No, what you said is wrong!"
The little girl's delicate voice suddenly overshadowed everyone.
Her mother wanted to stop her daughter in a panic, but the little girl bravely looked at these people. Her pure and clear blue eyes were like an eternal and quiet garden, causing the people who had fallen into a rage to involuntarily quiet down.
"Hero will definitely come!"
Although the little girl's voice was not loud, it echoed in everyone's hearts like a bell. "Iron Man, Captain America, Spiderman, they will definitely come and save us!"
"Hehe... It's impossible..."
The child's clear eyes made the middle-aged man's anger subside. He retreated to the ground, his eyes lifeless. "No one will come to save us, unless... a miracle happens."
"Slow... slow down..."
An old man pointed to the sky and shouted, "Look, the speed of that thing is slowing down!"
The man raised his head in shock and his eyes widened.
A miracle had really appeared!
The falling Sky Space Carrier was wrapped in flames and stopped less than a hundred meters away from the ground.
The four turbine engines emitted a deafening roar. The steel fan blades spun wildly at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, setting off billowing winds that howled and gathered. The blue flames that shot out from the bottom abruptly reduced the falling momentum of the Sky Space Carrier!
There is really a miracle in the world!
As long as we persist until the last moment, God's blessing will come.
"We... are still alive!"
"Great, we are still alive!"
"Thank God, thank Jesus!"
The crowd burst into enthusiastic cheers, celebrating their narrow escape.
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"We... are still alive?"
After being injected with adrenaline and waking up, Fury could not believe it all.
The Sky Space Carrier did not fall. There was no disaster in New York. All of them were still alive. Most importantly, the originally destroyed Sky Space Carrier now looked completely new. It was as if it had just left the factory. It was a miracle among miracles!
"Beep, beep, beep... the power reboot is successful!"
"The output of the turbine engine is 100%!"
"Gravity instruments have been restored. Anti-gravity system is working!"
"Electric Road detection complete. Power output is normal!"
"Gyroscope has been restored. Confirm direction again!"
The system's voice kept ringing.
The indicator lights on the control panel lit up one by one, indicating that all the systems were working normally.
When Peter rushed back to the second engine room, he was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him.
In the burning flames, Tony Stark held the hammer and kept smashing it down.
His clothes had long been burned to ashes by the flames. The exposed skin was as black as charcoal, covered with crisscrossing cracks. And it was still constantly emitting a shocking heat, which burned the nearby air.
The terrifying heat made the steel melt into molten iron, completely eliminating Peter's thoughts of coming forward to help.
"Mr. Stark?"
Peter swallowed his dry saliva, his heart shocked.
Tony tried hard to open his eyes. When he saw Peter, he forced a smile. "It's... you, hehe... the spaceship... should be fine now, right?"
"Could it be..."
Looking at the man who was like charcoal in front of him, Peter suddenly understood everything.
The man who saved the falling sky carrier and saved millions of people from disaster was the man who looked frivolous, had a straightforward personality, and even had all kinds of small problems and eccentricities.
Although Peter did not know how Tony repaired the mothership.
But from his scarred body, he could vaguely guess what kind of suffering he had endured!
An indescribable shock hit his heart. Peter's eyes were red, and his lips trembled. He said, "The spacecraft is fine. It has stopped. Everyone is saved, Mr. Stark."
"That's good..."
The last bit of obsession in Tony's heart dissipated and he collapsed like a golden mountain.
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"It seems that... your fireworks are off."
The woman in a white military uniform who was watching all of this had an imperceptible smile on her lips.
"Fireworks... don't know how to fire. They are destined to bloom!"
In the face of the woman's sarcastic words, the old Loki's face was extremely gloomy. He said, "I just temporarily escaped a calamity. Since they still want to struggle, I don't mind giving them another despair!"
"I'm afraid you won't have a chance."
Along with an indifferent voice drifting over, Lod suddenly appeared in front of them, his eyes suffused with a cold and ghastly killing intent. "You really have guts to set off fireworks in my house, Loki!"