Unlike the other countries, which treated it as none of their business, the United States was thrown into complete chaos. Atlantis was simply too close to the East Coast, and alarms had already been sounded at many military bases.
Even though the Pentagon and Stark had already fallen out, they still bombarded him with call after call. Their meaning, both overt and implied, was for him to go take a look and promptly inform the old generals in the rear of whatever he found.
A bunch of idiots! Stark hung up and cursed under his breath. They spoke nothing but pretty words, with no substance whatsoever. Basically, they meant: you go die, and we'll discuss who takes the blame afterward. If they were left to discuss it, Earth would have exploded long ago.
Stark set his navigation and flew directly toward the former Bermuda Triangle, now Atlantis's King City.
He landed in a square on the city's outskirts. All sorts of aircraft were piled around in a mess, and even with his air filtration system, the heavy smell of seawater still stung Stark's nose.
The city was in utter chaos. Daisy's actions had not only left governments around the world scrambling in panic; the Atlanteans themselves could not withstand such a sudden blow.
Exposed directly to sunlight, the scorching rays damaged their retinas. Many had already collapsed by the roadside, wailing in agony. The stronger Atlanteans grabbed their kin and moved them all indoors, while panic erupted throughout the entire city.
"Tony, how's the situation now?" Captain America hurried over in a fighter jet. There was nowhere to land at the scene, so he chose to parachute down. After tossing aside his parachute pack, he immediately questioned Stark, who had arrived three minutes earlier.
How the hell would I know