"I knew something would happen the moment I took my eyes off you." Stark pressed a hand to his forehead and said helplessly, "I never should've let you out of my sight, Schiller. Who was it that promised me before leaving that he'd follow the rules and play the game properly? I actually believed your nonsense."
After saying that, he walked toward Schiller. Schiller raised the totem pole in his hand, and the others all took a step back. Stark rolled his eyes and approached him. "I'll count to three. Put that thing down."
"Hey! Hey! What the hell is going on here?" Iron Man in silver armor stepped forward. Stark turned around, only to discover another version of himself standing there—one of the Iron Men who had fought the others last time, and he didn't look like good news.
"Schiller, you didn't do something again, did you?" White Armor opened his faceplate and stepped forward as well. "You tricked us again, didn't you? I knew it was too much of a coincidence for that antique restoration workshop to appear on my usual route."
White Armor turned and glared at Loki beside Bruce. Loki spread his hands and said, "Why are you looking at me? I told you, I was only passing by. How would I know whether the antiques there were real or fake? You were the one who insisted I give you information."
"You damned Asgardians should all be burned to death." The weapon system on White Armor's gauntlet began warming up again.
"What did you say?" Loki narrowed his eyes, the magical glow in his hand growing brighter.
While this side was still testing each other with words, the other was already on the verge of fighting. Overlord Superman, who had tracked them here with his super-hearing,