In the east wing of the castle at Sokovia.
The sound of gunfire here has become sparse, leaving only the occasional hiss of an electrical short circuit.
Clint·Barton jumped from the ventilation duct and landed silently.
The compound bow in his hand was half-drawn, and he scanned the surroundings vigilantly.
Ahead is a secret corridor leading to the apron. Several Hydra soldiers are pushing a silver metal box and rushing out of the corridor in a panic.
The box had an eye-catching radiation warning sign printed on it, but the faint blue energy glow overflowed through the gap, betraying the contents inside - Mind Scepter.
"Got you."
Barton narrowed his eyes and loosened his fingers.
"Whoosh--!"
An exploding arrow pierced the air and accurately nailed the leading soldier's feet.
"Boom!"
The shock wave knocked several people to the ground, and the metal box fell heavily to the ground and slid to the center of the corridor.
Just as the remaining soldiers were about to raise their guns to fight back, Barton had already slipped out of the shadows with smooth movements.
Drawing an arrow, nocking a bow, and shooting were all done in one go. The three soldiers were nailed to the wall without even seeing the enemy's position clearly.
"Done."
Barton pressed the headset, "Natasha, Tony, I got the scepter. I'm evacuating."
He quickly walked towards the box and reached out to hold the handle.
"I wouldn't touch that thing if I were you, mortal."
A lazy female voice with some strange magnetism suddenly sounded in the empty corridor.
Barton's muscles tensed instantly. He turned around suddenly, drew the bow string to full capacity, and pointed the arrow directly at the source of the sound.
In the shadows of the corridor, a woman slowly walked out.
She is wearing a modern leather coat, but this dress exudes classical luxury when worn on her body.
Her long reddish-brown hair was spread freely, and her eyes were like bottomless lake water.
Lorelei.
"Don't move." Barton warned, "Although I don't hit women, Hydra is an exception."
"Hydra?" Lorelei chuckled, and the laughter was like a feather crossing Barton's heart.
"I am Lorelei. When your ancestors were still picking fruits from the trees, I had already conquered the world."
"Stop!" Barton felt something was wrong. His heartbeat was accelerating, and the palm of his hand holding the bow was sweating. It was not because of fear, but because of an inexplicable restlessness.
"Look at me, Archer."
Lorelei stopped five meters in front of Barton. She did not use any weapons, but raised her chin slightly, with an intoxicating light in her eyes.
"You look tired."
Her voice penetrated Barton's ears, bypassed his rational defense, and directly touched his tired soul.
"Put it down."
Lorelei stretched out his hand and lightly hooked his fingertips.
"You don't need to bear this. Come with me, and I will give you... everything a man should have."
"Glory, wealth, and... love."
Barton's eyes struggled for a moment, his pupils contracted, and then they became completely dizzy.
Barton lowered his compound bow and looked at the goddess in front of him like a devout believer.
"Yes... my lady."
He turned around, picked up the box containing Mind Scepter, and walked obediently behind Lorelei, like the most loyal guard.
"That's right."
Lorelei stroked Barton's cheek with satisfaction, then turned and walked into the darkness.
"Let's go, my warrior."
Sokovia, city center square.
"Boom--!!"
A bus full of passengers was lifted up by a giant green hand, rolled twice in the air, and was about to crash into a nearby cafe.
"Watch out!!"
Silver light suddenly appears.
Pietro·Maximoff rushed in at the critical moment.
At top speed, he first moved the guests out of the cafe one by one and placed them across the road.
Then, he rushed onto the falling bus.
Time seems to stand still.
He saw the terrified passengers in the car and the broken glass floating in the air.
"Don't puke on me, man."
Pietro grabbed a screaming aunt and took her out of her seat.
One trip, two trips, three trips.
When the bus finally hit the ground with a "boom" and turned into scrap metal, there was no one inside.
"Huh... huh..."
Pietro's physical strength was exhausted, and his silver battle suit was soaked with sweat.
This high-intensity continuous rescuing of people made him feel as if his lungs were on fire, and he relied solely on his willpower to support him.
"I am a hero... I am a hero..." Pietro brainwashed himself as he ran, "For that sea view apartment... for that damn sea view apartment..."
"Ouch--!!"
The roar of Hulk came from the distance.
Pietro looked up.
I saw the green monster riding on Hulkbuster Armor, its fists falling crazily like pile drivers.
"Hulk! Disgusting! Iron Man!!"
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
With each punch, a large piece of the thick titanium alloy armor was dented, sparks flew everywhere, and hydraulic oil sprayed wildly.
"Damn! Banner, you should learn how to use anger to generate electricity! You can save a lot on electricity bills!"
Although Tony·Stark's Mark 44 Armor is thick, sparks flew from the impact under such brute force, and the breastplate has been severely dented.
"JARVIS! Spare parts! Hurry!" Tony shouted in the helmet.
"Sir, the transport cabin was intercepted by the tower crane thrown by Hulk just now. The spare left arm will be delivered in one minute."
"Damn it!"
"Boom!"
The pulse beam on Tony's chest was output close to the face, blasting Hulk away.
Hulk crashed into a department store, instantly turning it into ruins.
Beside the ruins.
Wanda looked pale at this scene.
She saw the crying children and the destroyed homes.
"It's... my fault..."
Wanda trembled with her hands. She used magic to disrupt the monster's mind, which led to this disaster.
"It shouldn't... shouldn't be like that!" She raised her head suddenly and looked at the violent green figure. The guilt turned into some kind of determination.
She wants to make amends.
"I can stop him..."
Wanda took a deep breath, the palms of his hands glowed crimson, trying to comfort the other Beast.
"Calm down... calm down..."
The red mist floated towards Hulk like a ribbon, wrapping around his head.
Hulk, who had just crawled out of the ruins, stopped for a moment.
He felt like something was drilling in his head.
It felt like countless ants were crawling, or someone was forcing him to look at the scene he least wanted to remember.
Abomination, Thaddeus Ross, cage, and Kurse.
"No...!!"
Hulk's painful howl.
Wanda's red magic, for Hulk who was in extreme rage at this time, not only did not have a calming effect, but was like pouring cold water into boiling oil.
"Hulk... hate... witch!!"
Hulk turned his head sharply.
Those big bloodshot eyes were locked on Wanda not far away.
"Ouch--!!!"
A deafening roar.
Hulk dropped the big iron man, his legs exerted force, and the ground instantly collapsed.
Like a green cannonball, heading straight towards Wanda!