New York was bathed in twilight as the city lights came on.
Across the Hudson River, the giant letters atop Avengers Tower stood out against the deepening blue sky.
Not far away, neon cascades poured down over Times Square, illuminating street stalls selling "Avengers-themed T-shirts."
Above the subway entrance, a faded poster titled "Emergency Evacuation Routes for Superpowered Incidents" curled at one corner in the evening breeze.
Passersby looked at the stalls piled with Thor's signature hammers and Captain America's signature shields.
Some felt inspired, while others scoffed...
Inside a bar, news footage showed the devastation Johannesburg had suffered during Iron Man and Hulk's battle.
"I told you, they're a bunch of disasters. We can't just let them do whatever they want..."
A slightly drunk patron spoke up for the suffering masses.
Meanwhile, the miracle of the streets being restored had clearly been suppressed, with no reports on it.
No one knew the place had already returned to normal.
The public's thoughts were being invisibly manipulated by a giant hand.
More and more voices were opposing the Avengers...
Wanda and Pietro returned to the base with Su Ming, still unable to recover from the massive shock.
"Hi, sir. Long time no see."
Peter Parker sat on the couch, fiddling with his camera in boredom.
When he saw Su Ming and the others suddenly appear, his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stood to greet them.
He was extremely enthusiastic.
Su Ming looked around and noticed that Ned was nowhere to be seen. Curious, he asked,
"Hey, Little Spider.
It's rare for Ned not to be with you..."
"Haha, he took on a side job and fleeced the client pretty badly.
He's busy with it right now!
Hi, Pietro, Wanda..."
"..."
Wanda and Pietro glanced at Peter Parker, politely tugged at