The undercurrents in India didn't affect Alvin. Things had already gone this far—what else could he do?
When Alvin had patted Masrani on the shoulder just now, he'd already collected a genetic sample. Norman Osborn confirmed afterward that the guy was definitely a genuine Earthling, not a Skrull in disguise.
In other words, the guy had simply been in the wrong place at the right time!
Today's big event had been thrown together on a whim. The United Nations had only approached Julie a couple of days ago.
But the information Raymond had sent back showed that the situation in India had clearly been in the works for a while.
Alvin wasn't a conspiracy theorist. He believed this incident wasn't aimed at him.
If those Skrulls were really that clever, how could the Kree have driven them into a panicked rout?
If all that bullshit had nothing to do with him, then there was no point in overthinking things and worrying that he was being targeted.
If it came down to it, he'd help out—but definitely not in the way those people wanted.
These celebrity big shots had long since lost touch with ordinary people. They could dole out love without a care, but Alvin wasn't someone they could order around.
The fire had already been lit. He was willing to help, but he absolutely wasn't going to do things your way.
Alvin got a message from Norman Osborn, and when he looked at Masrani again, he found the man much more likable.
The only thing that had upset him today was that Julie's "coronation ceremony" had been interrupted—and Julie seemed to have decided to give up her supposed role as a "spokesperson."
The way those United Nations officials had acted had deeply disappointed her. They'd had plenty of time