Pop!
The crisp sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle drew Tony's attention.
Thor was sampling the various fine wines sent by dignitaries from different countries, one after another, at the bar cabinet.
Yondu seemed utterly engrossed in the palace intrigue drama Alisha had only watched halfway through.
He had been in the screening room for a full day and night;
Loki beside him had the same gleaming eyes.
At that moment, the God of Tracks was filled with astonishment:
"By Odin, even I...
Faced with such endless scheming, could I... survive more than two episodes?"
Su Ming sat on a very comfortable-looking sofa, teasing Purple Jewel in his arms.
As though none of the turmoil outside had anything to do with him.
When he saw Tony wheeling in Rhodey, whose face was haggard,
Su Ming merely raised his eyes.
His tone was as casual as if greeting an old friend:
"Hey! Tony, long time no see...
And Rhodey, you're here?
You look pretty good."
He completely ignored the fact that the man was paralyzed and wore a grave expression.
Tony looked around and felt that the liveliness Avengers Tower once had seemed to have shifted here.
He sniffed, then looked toward Thor, who was pouring red wine into a draft beer mug.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Damn... this vintage... out of production?
Hey!! Thor, save me some!!
Is that how you drink red wine?
That is... awesome..."
As he spoke, he walked over, leaving Rhodey to face Su Ming alone.
After all, Tony was only familiar with Thor among this group.
Naturally, he went over to catch up—or mooch some drinks...
Rhodey: "..."
What an unloyal bastard!
All the words he had prepared were suddenly stuck in his throat.
Su Ming gave him no chance