"Hey! Little Bambi! I suggest you'd better not move. Otherwise, Uncle Tony is going to kick your ass hard."
Iron Man had just replaced his Arc Reactor and raised his palm, which flashed with a blinding light, in threat.
It was not just him. Hawk Eyes' arrows, Captain America's shield, and the energy cannon Natasha had picked up from the ground were all aimed at Loki, who had just climbed back to his feet.
If this guy showed even the slightest intention of resisting, he would immediately be plastered in the face by a barrage of saturated fire.
Having witnessed firsthand the destruction and casualties caused by the Chitauri in New York, these Earth-born superheroes were all seething with rage and desperate for an outlet.
But they had clearly overestimated the enemy's integrity.
After all, knowing when to yield had always been Loki's greatest talent.
Without hesitating for even a second, he raised both hands, clean and neat. He even wore that same infuriating smile as he said, "I surrender!"
"Pah! You got off easy!"
Hawk Eyes spat viciously onto the ground, then rose to his feet and moved to bind Loki's hands with restraint straps.
As someone once controlled by the Mind Scepter, he had killed quite a few S.H.I.E.L.D. colleagues. He harbored naked, undisguised hatred toward the God of Mischief before him.
If he could, he would rather shoot an arrow straight through the man's eyes.
But unfortunately, that thought could only remain in his mind and could not be put into action.
Thor had, after all, contributed greatly to holding back the Chitauri.
What was more, the Asgardian Realm was Earth's traditional ally. Even for the sake of All-Father Odin, they could not casually allow Loki to die on Earth.
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