Iron Man's face darkened. He really couldn't understand why his box office numbers had lost to Batman's grimdark nonsense.
"Are we getting a little off-topic?"
Mary complained, then asked the middle-aged man, "Where's the camera that can contact the Ancient Creatures?"
All the superheroes turned to look at the middle-aged man. This was crucial. Only by understanding the Ancient Creatures' strength could they devise a suitable plan to deal with them—or put them back into eternal slumber.
"That camera is useless. Only the Ancient Creatures can contact us; we can't contact them."
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Over the past century, the Ancient Creatures have only contacted us when they awakened, asking us to build sacrificial grounds and put on a good show for them.
Other than that, our only contact with the Ancient Creatures is the annual sacrifice. Every time someone dies, we pour their blood into the Altar for the Ancient Creatures to taste.
Once the sacrifice is complete, the Ancient Creatures occasionally grant us some Monsters. Only occasionally—not every time."
Iron Man asked, "Just because you can't contact them doesn't mean we can't. Where's the camera?"
"At our England headquarters, at the oldest sacrificial ground."
The middle-aged man said, "That place is different from here. We can't control the Monsters, but headquarters can control some of them. Over the past century, they've developed quite a few useful things.
Also, in the last two years, headquarters has acquired quite a bit of Alien Technology."
"They're keeping up with the times, huh."
Iron Man sneered. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Andrew, teleport us to England. We need to get that camera.
Also, teleport my Battle Suit Legion over. I want to use them to explore underground and figure out what those Ancient Creatures are."