Night had fallen, and the sun had completely set in the west.
Bright lights came on in the S.H.I.E.L.D. plaza, illuminating the entire square.
Wakanda's spacecraft landed in the brightly lit plaza. Steve Rogers and Peter Parker, who was so excited he nearly jumped for joy, stepped forward to greet them.
The moment He-El, Natasha, and T'Challa disembarked, they saw Steve Rogers and Peter Parker.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. President." Steve Rogers smiled as he slapped palms with He-El and gave his hand a shake.
"Better not call me president. Once this battle is over, you'll all be done, but I'll still have to be president, manage the country, and deal with a mountain of trouble!" He-El shook his head with a bitter smile.
"But you've done an excellent job, haven't you? Far better than any president I've ever seen." Steve Rogers praised him sincerely, full of admiration.
Whether it was He-El's policies, building Supertowns across all fifty states, reversing the unemployment wave, carrying out sweeping reforms, eliminating the national fiscal deficit, or the ongoing healthcare reform, they were all unprecedented achievements.
What Steve Rogers admired most was that He-El had withdrawn every stationed troop that had entered other nations' territory and handed controllable nuclear fusion over to numerous countries for development and production. His actions in demonstrating his hope for world peace earned Steve Rogers' boundless respect.
No other president would have dared to do such a thing.
Only He-El had.
He was worthy of the love and admiration of the entire world.
In response to Steve Rogers' admiration and praise, He-El could only smile and shake his head. Seeing Peter Parker's excited expression beside him, He-El turned and asked him, "Peter, how have your grades been lately?"
Peter Parker's excited expression froze at once. He said awkwardly,