In the air, Leo slowly descended onto Stark Tower with Tony.
Hulk leaped up from a nearby building.
Captain Rogers was hauled up by Thor swinging his hammer, but when they landed, there was no deceleration or cushioning at all. Rogers slammed into the ground and rolled over awkwardly.
Barton was still on his way back to Stark Tower.
Along the way, he had also collected several arrows and stuck them into the quiver on his back.
Natasha set the Mind Scepter aside and waited for Leo and Stark to return.
Dr. Erik staggered over and sat down. At his age, he could only wait for rescue and judgment.
Everyone had finally gathered together.
Mark VII had also returned to the rooftop of Stark Tower.
Rogers stood to the side, covered in dust and grime. Looking at the ruined scene around him, he sighed softly and said, "We won."
Tony removed his faceplate and set it aside.
Deep within his eyes, he hid a trace of fear, then relaxed and exhaled.
"Thank goodness. Hey, nice work, guys."
Stark looked at his companions around him, but a faint sense of happiness had appeared in his heart.
"I think we should just skip work tomorrow and take the day off."
He looked toward Thor.
"Have you ever had Arabic barbecue? There's a restaurant about two blocks away. I don't know how it tastes, but I'd like to try it."
Rogers also smiled in relief.
"I know a Chinese Restaurant that's pretty good too. It's in Queens. Does anyone want to give it a try?"
Leo looked around. The Golden Wings behind him folded away, and he lightly pressed the side of his eye, revealing his original appearance. Then he said with a smile,
Thor glanced at everyone, but his brow rose as