Of course, beating him up was one thing, but everyone knew where to draw the line. They would not seriously injure Tony—at most, they would leave him bruised and swollen, concussed, and bleeding from every opening in his head.
"Hit him harder! If you don't hit hard enough, you won't break the Mind Stone's control. Don't question my judgment. I have a doctorate in biology. I'm an expert among experts."
Doctor Banner shouted from the sidelines. His punches were too heavy for him to risk joining in, so he could only cheer the others on.
The Thing was in the same situation as Doctor Banner. At that moment, both of them were deeply troubled by their own strength.
Fuck, I never thought an honest-looking guy like Banner could be so vicious.
Tony soon broke free of the control. Hearing Doctor Banner's words, he gritted his teeth in anger, then shielded his head with his arms and shouted, "I'm fine now! Stop hitting me! I'm a victim too, and I'll compensate you!"
"He's definitely acting. Keep hitting him."
Everyone paused at his words, then resumed the beating. The viewers laughed heartily, finding it immensely satisfying. This bastard deserved a good thrashing.
Pepper watched with both heartache and resignation. Tony was indeed a victim, but there was no excusing his collection of his teammates' data to build an Anti-Superhero Battle Suit.
If Tony had not done so much behind everyone's backs, the losses would never have been this great.
"Carter, tell them to be careful. A little lesson is enough."
Pepper contacted Carter, who replied with a smile, "Don't worry. Steve is there. They know their limits. They're just letting off steam."
"Hey, you can't do that."
Just as everyone was enjoying the beating, a voice suddenly came from beside them, and