The camera immediately moved up.
Under the high-definition lens, the contents in the file are shocking.
The file records in detail the abilities, weaknesses, and experimental data of each captured boy.
Wow--!
This time it really exploded.
The reporters who were silently wiping away the children's tears just now turned into angry bulls.
"Nick·Fury?!"
"S.H.I.E.L.D. Former Director?!"
"This is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plan?! They sold these kids to Hydra?!"
"No, he is Director Hydra!"
A slightly older child, about sixteen or seventeen years old, was sitting on a stretcher at the moment. When he heard the name, his body began to tremble violently.
The reporter rushed over keenly.
"Kid, do you know this name? Nick Fury?"
The young man raised his head, his eyes empty.
"Yes..."
"About half a year ago, the black man wearing an eyepatch found me."
"He said I have talent and that I can become a hero like Captain America."
"He said S.H.I.E.L.D. would train me and protect me..."
The whole place was in an uproar.
"Damn Fury!!"
"Devil! He is the devil!!"
Tony·Stark listened to the reporters in the distance asking questions to Homelander's almost crazy admiration, and pouted his lips impatiently.
"Okay, we have nothing to do."
"JARVIS, start the automatic recycling program and ask Iron Legion to transport this pile of scrap iron back. Don't let the local scrap collector pick it up. There are still a few Stark Industries's patented chips in it."
"We have to go." Natasha·Romanoff supported the weak Bruce·Banner and walked over.
"Those reporters are looking like they want to eat us alive." Natasha lowered his voice and scanned the crowd in the distance warily, "Especially after discovering S.H.I.E.L.D.'s damn 'human experiment list'. If we show up now, Tony, your public relations team will probably jump off the building en masse."
"Already jumping." Tony glanced at the communication list in the visor. Pepper had already called him twelve times. "Let's go, while the 'Stars and Stripes savior' is still there posing for photos, so no one pays attention to us."
The three of them used the cover of the ruins to bypass the crowd and walked towards the hiding spot of the parked plane.
"Where is Clint?" Banner suddenly stopped and looked around in confusion, "Where did he go?"
"Relax, Banner." Natasha adjusted the blanket on Banner's body. "While there was a mess over there, Clint said on the communication channel that he had gotten the stick. He should be waiting for us on the plane now to open the champagne."
Several people quickly walked through the smoke-filled streets, entered the woods, and boarded the tail cabin of the plane.
Inside the cabin, the lights are dim.
Clint·Barton is sitting in the passenger seat, with his back to everyone, and seems to be adjusting the instrument panel in his hand.
The silver metal box with a radiation warning printed on it was placed at his feet, firmly secured by the seat belt.
"Hey, Clint." Tony sat down in the main driver's seat and reached out to fiddle with the switch above his head. "Where were you just now? I thought you were mentally controlled by Loki's tickling."
Upon hearing this, Clint·Barton's fingers paused on the console for a second, and then slowly turned the chair.
"You don't seem to have been controlled before?" Barton sneered, "I saw that big guy Hulk almost demolished the entire city."
"Don't mention it. If this happens a few more times, I will go bankrupt."
"Bruce, are you okay?" Barton looked at Banner with concern in his eyes.
"Same as usual." Banner found a corner and sat down, burying his head in his knees, "I just feel a little nauseous."
"There's a vomit bag over there, don't spit on my floor." Tony shouted in the cockpit, "Everyone, fasten your seat belts. We are leaving this place of right and wrong. Next stop, Avengers Tower. I urgently need a bottle of Romanée-Conti to calm my shock."
"Buzz--"
The plane took off vertically, and the air flow picked up the snow and fallen leaves on the ground.
As the altitude climbed, silence returned to the cabin.
Tony turned on automatic driving, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes to relax.
Banner huddled in the blanket, breathing gradually calmed down. Natasha sat next to him, cleaning a scratch on his arm.
No one noticed the rear cabin.
Barton is still sitting next to the silver box.
He looked out the window at the receding clouds and tapped the surface of the box rhythmically with his fingers.
"Ta, ta, ta."
He turned his head and glanced at Tony and Banner.
A shuddering smile slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.
Sokovia, The huge "V" logo flag has been planted at the highest point of the ruins, fluttering in the wind.
Homelander stood in front of a row of stretchers, and the rescued super-powered teenagers were lining up to board Vought's special medical transport plane.
"Look at these children." He pointed to the thin figures behind him, "They have just experienced Hell. What they need now is not flashlights, but hot soup, soft beds, and a safe home."
"Findings regarding the incident..."
Homelander paused and his expression became firm.
"We will hold a global press conference on New York. At that time, I will give an explanation to the world."
"But now..."
Homelander waved his hand, signaling for reporters to clear the way.
"Now, please give us some space. These kids need a break."
After saying that, he turned around gracefully, leaving a majestic figure to the world, and strode into the cabin.
The cabin door slowly closed, cutting off the noise from the outside world.
In the cabin, the temperature is suitable and soft music flows.
Pietro was lying on a special medical stretcher, with his left leg in a plaster hanging in the air.
"Hiss... are these painkillers expired?" Pietro bared his teeth and grabbed the guardrail next to him, "Why does it still hurt so much?"
"Be patient, Pietro."
Wanda sat next to him, holding a wet towel in his hand, and carefully wiped the dust off his face.
"Listen, Wanda."
Pietro took a deep breath and seemed to have made some determination. He grabbed Wanda's hand with eager eyes.
"I want... I want to take you to Vought."
Pietro looked at his sister with some anxiety, fearing that she would refuse.
"I know you hate Stark and those so-called superheroes. But... but it's really different there."
"Look, I'm rich, I have a big house, and I can see the sea when I open the window. And..."
Pietro swallowed his saliva and tried to organize his words, trying to beautify that company full of freaks.
"... and the people there, although a little weird, they... are very real."
"Wanda, come with me. We can start over, we can..."
"Okay."
A soft voice interrupted his rambling sales pitch.
Pietro was stunned, and all the manuscripts he had prepared were stuck in his throat.
"You... what did you say?"
"I said, OK."
Wanda raised his head, and in his beautiful eyes, there was no hesitation or resistance as expected by Pietro.
"I'll go." Wanda looked at the back of the cabin where Homelander was comforting the child and said softly.
"As long as he's there."
Pietro blinked and followed Wanda's gaze just now.
As a man's intuition, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"Um...Wanda?" Pietro asked tentatively, "Is it because..."
"Because?" Wanda turned his head, his eyes clear and innocent.
"No... nothing." Pietro shrank his neck.
Wanda nodded and took one last look at the land where she was born.
Goodbye, Sokovia.
The loud sound of the engine obscured everything.
Just as the plane started to climb.
In the ruins below, an invisible figure is running desperately.
"Hey!! Wait!!"
"I haven't even gotten on the plane yet!!!"
"Stop!! I am Shabi!!"
"You forgot about me!!!"
The plane's taillights flickered, disappeared into the clouds, and disappeared completely.
Only the dust kicked up by the huge airflow was left, which covered Shabi.