As the saying went, every tactic boiled down to changing the game. Who knew Natasha and Captain America's mission this time had been to find the two Starks and negotiate a truce between them, so they could deal with the trouble of the cities merging first.
And as Schiller had said, when faced with trouble, all you had to do was create an even bigger trouble, and the original trouble would no longer be trouble.
Well, now the two Starks did not need to fight over Stark Industries Tower anymore, because Stark Tower had exploded.
The stuff dangling beneath the Green Goblin's airship had truly been too absurd. Some might have thought the most destructive thing was that section of the Brooklyn Bridge or the Hulk stuck on it, but physical impact alone could not have smashed through Stark Industries Tower.
The real killer had been the mages.
It was not that they did not want to leave. Logically speaking, they could have let go at any time, but the obvious problem was that the current spellcasting environment was terrible. If they opened a portal under these conditions, who knew where it would warp them off to? They did not want another day trip through the sewers.
Out of caution, the mages had not detached immediately. But by the time the candied hawthorn skewer was about to swing into Stark Tower, they knew they had no choice but to leave.
There was iron above their heads and beneath their feet. Crashing into the bridge overhead would have been one thing, but if the Hulk came down on top of them, they would all be dead. They had to open those portals, whether they wanted to or not.
Normally, opening one would have been enough. But people did not think that