At the top-floor open hall of Avengers Tower, the glittering nightscape of New York stretched beyond the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows.
Inside were crystal chandeliers, flowing champagne towers, and long tables laden with exquisite hors d'oeuvres.
The lighting was primarily warm gold, carrying an air of lavish decadence.
A "farewell" dinner organized by Tony Stark, the former playboy whose leisure and entertainment skills were maxed out.
It was an impressively grand affair.
A live band played soft jazz, the music mingling with the guests' chatter and laughter.
Besides several Avengers members, Tony had invited quite a few others.
He was going all out.
Maria Hill, dressed in an evening gown, chatted with her former agent colleagues about changing jobs.
Her cheeks were flushed pink.
Scientists and engineers from Stark Industries gathered together to discuss technical matters, while some curiously crowded around Mjolnir.
Rhodey's Air Force comrades, dressed in formal uniforms, raised glasses and exchanged pleasantries with government officials.
Several of Rhodey's subordinates gathered around the pool table, sleeves rolled up as they stared intently at the white ball's path.
Businessmen in suits and socialites in evening gowns mingled among them.
They were all Tony's old friends and business partners.
Staff from the Avengers Tower, members of the medical team, Dr. Zhao's team, and others were there as well.
Even the cleaning ladies looked around curiously, holding several pastries in their hands.
As the camera swept across the crowd, the background remained filled with clinking glasses and bursts of laughter.
A drunken scientist tried to explain Mjolnir with physics, only to be laughingly pulled away by his companions.
While Falcon and Captain America played pool, a passerby excitedly stepped up to take a photo with the Captain.
Rhodey teased from nearby:
"Captain's still as popular as ever..."
Then he turned and told