"What Snap?"
Tony froze for a moment, not immediately understanding.
Beside him, Dr. Banner explained in a muffled voice:
"With your intelligence, there's no way you don't know.
The Snap he means is probably the one that glows in six colors."
He paused, then added the most crucial part:
"Whoever snaps dies."
Tony's expression beneath his mask instantly became spectacular.
He dramatically spread his hands toward Su Ming.
"Wow! Should I say thank you?!"
"You're welcome."
Their conversation seemed to flip a switch.
Not far away, Thanos slowly straightened up.
The destructive energy wrapped around his armor writhed like living creatures.
It radiated a suffocating pressure.
Even Vormir's already thin air let out faint tremors.
Tyrant's Twin Blades had been raised, their edges aimed directly at Su Ming.
Beneath the dark-gold helmet,
his eyes, burning with the will of destruction, were cold as frost.
Behind him,
the remaining generals of the Black Order, along with Gamora, whose expression was complicated as she gripped her weapon, all assumed combat stances.
And the Avengers—
Steve clenched his Vibranium shield, his knuckles turning white;
lightning erupted from Thor's Stormbreaker with deafening crackles;
Clint's arrow was firmly nocked, aimed at the target;
Rhodey's heavy weapons systems were fully activated, humming as they charged;
Rocket bared his teeth as he climbed onto War Machine's shoulder armor, raising his modified cannon;
Hawkeye shifted his footing and silently stood guard in front of Natasha's still-unconscious body.
His gaze was sharp as a blade, while his heart churned:
Why did that Silver Duke bastard have to disturb Natasha's rest at a time like this... Wouldn't it have been better to let her rest in peace on Earth?
Su Ming seemed to have heard Clint's thoughts.
"Don't be impatient..."
Before he finished speaking,
he traced an arcane pattern through