He-El, Thor, Tony

Nick Fury's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

His first thought was not the convenience of communication, but that his mind could be spied upon—that every thought he kept hidden, along with all of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secrets, could be laid bare through his mind.

"The contact lens brainwave communication will not expose your inner thoughts, nor can it steal what you are thinking about.

Focus your attention on the contact lens itself. Use it to receive or transmit your verbal pulse signals."

At 18 Ingram Street in Forest Residential Community, Queens, Manhattan, stood a detached American-style villa with blue-and-white exterior walls and roof. This was the place He-El had chosen as his background after arriving in this world.

It had originally belonged to an elderly couple living alone. After they both died, they had donated the house to a welfare organization to support children. But after passing through several procedures, it had been intercepted. He-El directly created an identity as the couple's son, received the inheritance, then established a charitable fund in their names to support children. It was a small compensation for using their identities, allowing their names to be remembered by the many children they helped.

He-El carried a barbecue grill into the small yard. Noticing that Nick Fury had put on the contact lenses and sent him a message, he briefly reminded him how to use the brainwave communication function.

Thor strode out of the house toward the yard, enthusiastically carrying two bags of barbecue charcoal, one in each hand.

This spur-of-the-moment barbecue gathering between three grown men, with Tony Stark invited along, had him extremely excited.

"It's He-El! And that god called Thor!"

At 20 Ingram Street, Peter Parker had been poking his head out through the skylight. With a clear view of He-El