"What did you say? The alien fleet lost its escort ships... Dimensional Leap? Peter, even if you've gotten your driver's license, you still can't drink this much during the day..."
"...Fine, but I'm an adult, you know? And I didn't drink that much... Jarvis said I've been drunk all day? Jarvis! Jarvis! You traitor! I've only had one bottle this entire month..."
"Fine, where did this fleet come from? Of course... Of course I know aliens exist, but what are aliens doing here?"
While Stark was on the phone, he suddenly heard a crackling sound behind him. When he turned around, a portal had appeared in midair in the lab. Strange and Nick were the first to fall out.
Nick hit the ground hard, and Strange landed on top of him. The Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. let out a scream, clutched his waist, staggered to his feet, and shouted at Strange, "You half-trained hack of a sorcerer! Could you fucking open the portal on the ground next time?"
"Oh, damn it, my arm..." Strange clutched his arm and said, "I've only been learning magic for a few months. You can't expect that much!"
The two of them got up. Stark walked over, and the three stood together, looking up at the portal as they waited for the next unlucky person to fall out.
Schiller stuck half his body out of the portal, glanced down at the three people below, then directly turned into a cloud of Gray Mist and floated down, landing smoothly. The three of them all let out a scoff.
Loki flew out next. Stark's eyes widened. He looked from side to side, but before he could ask anything, Loki spoke first. "Don't be surprised. I'm Loki. Do you have a problem with that?"
"I..." Stark made a thinking