V. G. D Base, Equipment Department.
"It's squirming around like a monkey with lice."
Natasha·Romanoff held the data board in his hand and looked at Invisible Man Shabi standing on the test bench angrily.
Shabi is wearing a special tactical vest at the moment. The material of this vest is provided by Natasha.
"This thing... is a little tight."
Shabi complained in the air.
"This is to fit your skin." Natasha clicked a few times on the tablet, adjusted the parameters, and "power on."
"Zi--"
There was a slight sound of electricity.
The outline of the equipment that could still be seen disappeared in the air in an instant along with Shabi's skin.
"Wow."
"This tactical vest uses S.H.I.E.L.D.'s latest 'Widow's Silk' weaving technology. Each fiber has a built-in light refraction unit. It allows him to carry about three kilograms of load without destroying the stealth force field."
Natasha picked up the full-face helmet covered with lenses and introduced it to Homelander.
"This helmet is also covered with this layer of material and has a built-in multi-band communicator and high-definition dynamic camera. We can see everything he sees."
"Very good!" Homelander praised, "Why haven't I seen you use it before?"
"Because this thing is expensive to make and will break when touched."
"And I don't need this when I sneak into a place." Natasha smiled confidently.
"Wow! This feels great!" Shabi's voice sounded excitedly in the room.
"Finally I don't have to go on missions naked! This is what a superhero should be treated like!"
"Remember, Shabi." Natasha looked at the floating helmet seriously, "This is infiltration, not a catwalk. Once you are discovered, this layer of gauze on your body cannot stop an arrow from Hawkeye."
"Don't worry, Ms. Romanoff!" Shabi saluted, "I will be like a stuffy fart, silent and everywhere!"
"..." Natasha rolled his eyes, "This metaphor is really bad."
"Don't hold back, Invisible Man." Pietro chewed gum, with confidence in his eyes, "Plan A only takes one second. You will most likely just be an audience."
"We'll see, Quickdraw." Shabi was not to be outdone.
"Okay, boys."
Homelander walked up to the two of them with a smile on his face.
"Are you ready?"
"Always be prepared! Sir!" they both replied in unison, with excitement in their voices.
"Very good."
"It's your turn to show off your skills!"
New York, Manhattan Street.
The night is deep and the neon lights are flashing. Avengers Tower is like a lonely lighthouse, standing in the steel jungle.
But now the lighthouse has turned pink.
"Uh-"
Pietro, who was hiding on the top floor of the building opposite, looked at the pink ambient lights all over the building through the telescope and couldn't help but complain.
"This taste... is simply outrageous. Is Tony·Stark being controlled by his brain, or his aesthetics?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Natasha's voice came from the earphones, "Everyone is on your place. Shabi, are you in place?"
"I'm here." Shabi's voice.
"The operation begins." Natasha looked at the holographic building map in his hand, "Shabi, you go up first. Stark Tower's security system is impeccable and basically eliminates the possibility of illegal entry for you. So I suggest you go through the main entrance."
"Front entrance? Are you kidding me?"
"No." Natasha pointed to the door, "Look over there."
A truck transporting high-end catering is parked at the door. Several staff are carrying boxes of red wine and ingredients.
"Lorelei needs to enjoy it, this is the loophole."
"Understood."
There was a faint ripple in the air, Shabi had moved.
He followed quietly behind the last porter.
The agent pushed the food cart through the security gate.
"Dip--identity confirmation."
A mechanical sound sounded.
Shabi Hold your breath, turn sideways, and slide in like a fallen leaf the moment before the door closes.
No alert.
Shabi was extremely excited, "Is this what a top agent feels like? It's so cool."
"Very good, then go up." Natasha stared at the screen, "The elevator is independent and you can't get in. Take the stairs to the ninetieth floor."
"Stairs? That's the ninetieth floor!"
"Then think of it as aerobics. Come on."
Twenty minutes later.
Shabi was lying on the handrail of the stairs leading to the 90th floor from the 89th floor, somewhat out of breath.
The sound of heavy breathing was clearly transmitted to Natasha's ears through the microphone.
"I... are here."
"How's it going?"
"The door was open... I smelled... a scent? Very strong incense."
Shabi calmed down on the spot, waited for his breathing to stabilize, and then carefully stepped up the last few steps.
I used the decoder to open the fire stair door, looked around, and then tiptoed in.
The sight that greeted his eyes almost made his jaw drop.
The originally futuristic Stark mansion has now been completely transformed into a medieval-style palace of lewdness.
Red velvet carpet covered every inch of the floor, and golden candlesticks swayed with firelight.
In the center of the hall, the Mind Scepter was set up on a complex instrument. The faint blue light passed through the crystal on the top and was connected to countless cables, leading to the large server array on the ceiling.
Tony·Stark, that proud Iron Man, is currently wearing a silk shirt with a wide open collar, like a tireless cow and horse, crazily debugging data in front of that instrument.
Bruce·Banner is sitting on the ground, holding a welding gun in his hand and welding a metal helmet.
In the deepest part of the room, Lorelei was lying on his side on the Iron Throne, with one foot casually resting on the shoulders of Clint·Barton. Barton was lowering his head and concentrating on massaging the queen's calves.
"This picture..." Shabi looked incredulous, "... if I put it on YouTube, it would have hundreds of millions of views."
He quietly moved to the corner, found a position with the best view, and adjusted the miniature camera on his tactical helmet.
"Natasha, did you see it?"
Natasha looked at the picture returned on the screen, his face turned pale.
"I saw it."
"Iron Man What are they doing?" Shabi asked.
At this moment, the voice of Lorelei came.
"Not okay yet, my craftsman?"
"My patience is limited."
Tony·Stark stopped what he was doing, turned around, and said with two dark circles under his eyes.
"Hurry, my queen."
Tony points to the device connected to Mind Scepter.
"I named this guy 'Ultron X'."
"In just one hour, when the satellite passes overhead..."
Tony's finger crossed over the holographic screen, showing a world map with dense red dots flashing on it.
"... The signal of Ultron X will be amplified by these 108 Stark satellites, and then cover the whole world."
Tony's eyes are crazy.
"At that time, every creature with a Y chromosome on the earth will hear your call at the same time."
"They will put down their weapons, put down their work, put down everything, just to kneel at your feet and pray for your mercy."
"Even that Homelander." Banner added, raising his head and smiling obsessively, "As long as he is a man, he can't escape."
"Hahahaha..."
Lorelei stood up from the throne and opened his arms, as if he had embraced the whole world.
"It's wonderful."
Shabi, who was hiding in the corner, was sweating coldly.
"Damn... this woman is a lunatic. She wants to make men all over the world look like that Barton?"
"That's enough." Natasha's cold voice came from the earphones, "We can't wait any longer, one hour is too short."
"Target location confirmed."
"Pietro, action."