Complete Marvel World—Live-Action World.
A certain Parallel Universe.
The disaster-ridden New York City.
At the very top of Stark Tower.
A large group of people was discussing certain urgent matters.
"So, what exactly is the most pressing problem we need to solve right now?"
This was a question from an officer.
And just as Tony Stark was about to say something in response, he heard a string of explosions and roars coming from outside.
A deep helplessness immediately surfaced on his face.
Casually pulling aside the curtain beside him, he looked down at the streets beneath the towering building.
There, dozens of hulking green figures were roaring as they passionately beat the hell out of each other.
Whether it was heavy vehicles, reinforced concrete buildings, or even the innocent ground...
Everything was like a large toy in their hands, being destroyed at high speed.
Seeing this scene, Tony Stark sighed from the bottom of his heart.
Then.
With no other choice, he drew the curtain shut.
A very Schrödinger-like truth: if he could not see it, he could pretend it had never happened.
Steady as hell!
Of course.
It was not that he did not want to deal with it. He simply had the will but not the power.
He could not handle it at all.
It hurt!
It hurt so badly!!
Even after losing hundreds of thousands of Soldiers and nearly ten million civilians, the US Government.
Could only play dead now and let those gods freely work their miracles.
Originally, at the very beginning, there had only been a few dozen Hulk Infected.
Though the situation had been difficult to contain, with the Sorcerer Supreme—Ancient One—and a series of powerful figures stepping in, it had still been possible to barely salvage things.
But very quickly.
Bruce Banner's laboratory