After Rogers finished speaking, he picked up his glass and continued drinking. It had been far too long since he had gotten drunk.
Ever since he had made up his mind to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. and abandon his career as a hero.
He felt that he ought to have a proper drink.
Watching Captain America like this, Barton frowned, then nodded helplessly.
"Sorry, Captain."
"Why apologize? Isn't this just how the world is? No one is always right, and no one will keep being right forever.
If my feelings about Heisenberg are wrong, then Earth's future will be far better than I imagined. And I look forward to that future."
As he spoke, Rogers patted Barton on the shoulder.
"That's enough. Let this old man drink by himself for a while. Go on."
"Mm."
Barton nodded and left Rogers's side. The place was lively as hell, but Rogers, who had been arm-wrestling earlier, no longer had any desire to rejoin the games.
Elsewhere, Heisenberg calmly accepted the cheers of the Asgardian warriors while raising a hand and pressing it lightly toward the Hydra members.
"Everyone!"
He smiled as he spoke, his voice spreading through the Bio-field and reaching every ear with perfect clarity.
"On this night when we defeated the Chitauri, as victors, you have the right to celebrate however you wish!
My Asgardian people, you are all heroes who have fought for thousands of years. Go and enjoy another one of your victories!
I have prepared a grand feast for you in New York, Midgard. After tonight's warm-up, we will head to New York tomorrow and celebrate for ten days and ten nights in Asgardian tradition!
And you Earthlings, whether you belong to Hydra or S.H.I.E.L.D., there is no distinction between good and bad in my eyes.
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