The Prince's Revelation

Alvin had no interest in any of that bullshit about the president.

What American politicians did had nothing to do with him.

If you already knew what those Cobra terrorists were planning, how could you still be unable to stop them?

He wasn't too worried about Killian getting away. The guy was just a bit player; any decent fighter in Hell's Kitchen could tear him limb from limb.

If those Extremis Warriors couldn't blow themselves up, the gangs in Hell's Kitchen—or even the NYPD—could handle them.

The most important thing now was dealing with the situation at the North Pole. Every minute they wasted put the Maldives in greater danger.

He'd never been there in either of his two lives, but he felt he had to protect it, no matter what.

Nick Fury watched Alvin, who was in a hurry to get moving and cursing Asgard in the sky, though he had no idea where it was. With a helpless sigh, he said, "I sent Natasha to Washington. With the nanocontroller, she should be able to deal with the White House situation, but I have a bad feeling about this."

Nick Fury glanced at the bald official who had collapsed on the ground after narrowly escaping death, then said to Alvin, "Cobra's plan can't be as simple as breaking into the White House to kidnap a Vice President who can't do anything..."

Alvin waved a hand dismissively. "They want to launch nuclear weapons. You've known that for a while. Can't you stop them?

Send a message to the leaders of every country and tell them to stay home for the next couple of days.

Tell their missile forces to stand down. Can't you do that?"

Nick Fury gave a bitter grin. "But Britain was the first to activate all its