Captain America, Steve Rogers, forced himself to oversee some of the relief work.
But the light in his eyes had dimmed considerably, and he often stared blankly in the direction Bucky had vanished.
Bruce Banner and Hulk seemed to have reached some strange balance.
But it was more like they had both fallen into depression, becoming quiet and withdrawn.
Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, took on more of the communication and coordination work.
But her smile no longer reached her eyes.
As for Thor, he had completely sunk into a mire of alcoholism.
He had grown a beer belly, and his hair was a mess.
He spent every day with beer, wine, and Asgardian mead.
Using alcohol to numb the pain of losing everything.
As if he had become that exiled, down-and-out prince again.
The Thunderfire Battleaxe had been carelessly tossed into a corner, gathering dust.
Hope seemed to have truly vanished.
Meanwhile, the peace at Su Ming's Base was broken once again.
This time,
it was a meticulously prepared capture operation.
No portal fluctuations appeared in the air.
Instead, a rectangular fluorescent passage directly rippled into existence.
Su Ming, who had long been prepared, merely raised an eyebrow.
Then he continued enjoying his long-awaited dinner.
Deadpool loudly complained about the taste of the food in front of him—even though he could not taste a thing.
Rocket, meanwhile, poked at his steak with a fork now and then.
Thinking about what style he should renovate the base into next.
"Cyberpunk sounds kind of cool... but if it means looking like that dump on Knowhere...
forget it..."
Suddenly, several TVA agents in matching brown uniforms,
holding oddly shaped energy weapons,
silently appeared at strategic points throughout the hall, as though solidifying from blurred images.
They instantly sealed off every exit.
Their movements