Stark could take some of what Alvin said to heart.
Although he felt Alvin always saw things as too simple, that really did make everything easier...
Stark nodded and looked at Alvin with a smile. "All right, it's still too early to talk about that. But Hell's Kitchen doesn't handle those superpowered people as gently as you make it sound.
You might get a call from some department soon. They'll be asking for your help..."
Alvin reached into a small ice bucket, took out a few beers, and handed them to Stark and Frank. Then he popped the cap off one and took a sip before smiling. "What happens in Hell's Kitchen has nothing to do with whether they're mutants.
If regular people killed or injured someone there, the outcome would be no different!
Order has already taken root there. Thinking you can challenge it just because you've gained a little power is practically asking to die.
It's the same elsewhere, really. The methods might differ, but the outcome wouldn't be all that different.
No matter how you looked at it, those people were still a minority. I wouldn't be surprised if the government passed an Anti-Discrimination Against Superpowered People Act in a few years."
Stark looked at Alvin strangely. "You don't seem to care about these newly emerged superpowered people, even though they've already affected Hell's Kitchen..."
As Stark spoke, Alvin's phone rang...
At the end of the call, Alvin said with murderous intent, "A life for a life. If you want to kill someone in Hell's Kitchen, you'll pay with your life, even if you don't succeed..."
Stark shook his head with an amused smile as he looked at Alvin, whose words and actions seemed so contradictory. It was as if the man who'd just spoken up for