Stark Tower, transformed into Avengers Tower, looked even more imposing.
The nearly ten-meter-tall letter "A" had become a new landmark on New York's skyline.
The original flat roof had been replaced with an arched glass dome.
It better suited a futuristic aesthetic.
The uppermost area had been designed as an open platform for parking Quinjets, complete with retractable storage bay doors.
The exterior used dark glass and metal framing, giving it an exceptionally reflective finish.
It retained Stark Industries' technological DNA while using militarized elements to emphasize the Avengers' collective identity as Earth's protectors.
The Quinjet slowly landed.
Agent Hill and Dr. Zhao waited quietly at the entrance.
They watched Barton, who should have been carried off the plane on a stretcher,
stride down from the aircraft with energetic steps.
Dr. Zhao looked utterly bewildered.
"You... weren't you seriously injured?"
Barton nodded solemnly.
"That's right. My injuries were severe."
"All right... prepare a cell sample."
Without questioning him, Dr. Zhao immediately instructed the staff to prepare for surgery.
Hill, meanwhile, swung her long legs and entered the Quinjet.
"The laboratory you requested is ready, boss."
As efficient as ever.
"Actually, he's the boss. I just provide the funding and handle the design, making everyone look cooler."
The pilot's seat turned around, and Tony pointed at Steve.
The implication was clear: don't talk to me about anything related to fighting.
Hill turned toward Steve, only to unexpectedly spot Su Ming sitting in the corner.
Her eyes lit up, and she hurried over to him in small steps.
After looking him over from top to bottom, she said,
"I... thought you wouldn't be back until much later, so..."
Delight shone in her eyes, though she also wanted to explain her decision to join Stark's team.
"Hill, if you want to resign, I'll