A low hum from deep within the structure of matter, like a sigh from the earth's core, pierced the specially designed observation windows and hammered at the nerves of everyone who entered.
The Giant Cocoon floated at the center of a complex force-field matrix composed of multiple layers of nested ring-shaped energy emitters. Cold blue arcs leaped soundlessly between the emitters, forming an invisible net of restraint.
Countless sensor probes surrounded it like a swarm of ravenous Metal Leeches, clinging tightly to the cocoon's shell and greedily drawing out every trace of biological activity data, Energy Radiation spectra, and spatial distortion readings.
"Sir, the main Airtight Gate opening sequence has been activated. Director Fury and the members of his inspection team have passed identity verification. Their biometric scans show no abnormalities. Security protocol 'Mordon' is ready."
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s calm voice rang out beside Tony's ear. At the same time, several holographic screens above the main console instantly switched over, clearly displaying a real-time view of the corridor outside the gate: Nick Fury's signature black windbreaker and stern single eye were first to bear the brunt, followed by Rumlow, Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye.
Tony Stark stood with his back to the entrance, his arms tightly folded across his chest as if using them to ward off the chill of the entire abyss.
He stood before the main console, no longer wearing his signature extravagant armor but a dark gray work uniform stained with oil and unidentified dark brown marks.
The shadows beneath his eyes were as heavy as bruises, his stubble was unkempt, and even the trademark curve at the corner of his mouth—a mix of arrogance and mockery—now looked utterly exhausted, like a mask strained too hard and ready to shatter at any moment.
The massive holographic interface in