Of course, Tony was answered by four middle fingers raised high by the two of them. Tony didn't care. As long as he'd gotten revenge for Hawkeye mocking him earlier, that was enough. Now, neither big brother nor little brother had any right to talk—them all embarrassing themselves together was fine!
Yet the video didn't stop there. After all, aside from the already unconscious Sherlock, the most important person, Captain America, still hadn't appeared!
After fiddling with the onboard computer in his armor, Tony muted the two men competing over who could eat more shit again. Then, after fast-forwarding, Captain America finally appeared.
How should they put it? Just as Captain America himself had said, he really had thrown himself into a life-or-death drinking battle with those blond punks. Especially after everyone else had gone down and Tony had gotten drunk enough to start drunk-driving his armor, Captain America had indeed stepped up.
The good news was that Captain America truly lived up to his peak human physique. After everyone else had gotten drunk, he'd forcibly drunk every last one of those blond punks under the table.
The bad news was that Captain America himself had gotten hammered after drinking them under the table!
The even worse news was that drunk Captain America and normal Captain America could practically be called two fucking different people. Watching the Captain America in the footage, Sherlock even started wondering whether Captain America had some hidden personality—or had been possessed by a transmigrator.
After all, if you saw Captain America turn into a refined gentleman with a honey-coated mouth in real life, acting as frivolously as though the Human Torch from the Fantastic Four had possessed him, anyone would be suspicious!
Captain America, after drinking every opponent under the table, actually climbed onto the