Alvin and the others' battle didn't end as quickly as they'd expected.
When the Rampaging Beasts with their scrambled brains realized they were just throwing themselves into the meat grinder, their instincts told them to retreat.
Alvin and his crew had to split up and hunt them down for several hours before the giant-beast disaster in Chicago finally came to an end.
Standing in a battered hall on the top floor of the White House, they looked at the enormous hole blasted through it by the Helicarrier.
Alvin carefully stepped into the middle of the hall, not minding that he was standing on a head that looked as if it had been run over by a truck...
Norman Osborn watched Alvin's extreme discomfort with a strange expression and said with a laugh, "Is stepping on the culprit's head a special hobby of Manhattan Axe?"
Stark was uncharacteristically on the same side as Norman Osborn. He looked at the uneasy Alvin with disdain and mocked him. "We'll have to put up a safety barrier before we can ask Mr. Battleaxe to come over. Otherwise, his delicate little heart won't be able to take the excitement..."
As he spoke, Stark stepped to the edge of the hole in the building. The fierce wind howling a hundred meters above Chicago made him sway slightly. He spread his arms and looked at Alvin with a grin. "See? It's not that hard, as long as you have the nerve..."
Watching Stark seemingly demonstrate how to make a stylish jump off a building, Alvin spread his arms with a strange expression and fell backward...
Just as Alvin was wondering whether he should go check on him, Stark hovered in the air outside the hole, wearing his Iron Man Armor.
He looked around the hall, his gaze