"Sorry, I'm late."
"There's a kitten stuck in a tree on the road, you know, I can't ignore it."
Natasha looked at him blankly.
To be honest, men are indeed very handsome in this moment of life and death.
"Thank you..."
"You're welcome, Miss Romanoff."
Homelander lowered his head slightly and smiled.
"I have to say, you are... even more charming from this angle."
"Harvest Special Popularity Points + 10000! (from Natasha·Romanoff)"
The system prompt sounds.
Homelander The smile on the corner of his mouth became even happier.
"Hey!!"
A voice that ruined the atmosphere came from the side.
Jessica·Jones flew over, crossed his arms, and looked at this scene with an unhappy expression.
"Have you hugged enough?" She rolled her eyes. "This is a global live broadcast, how long do you want to hug me? If it's for staged photos, the material now is enough for those nymphomaniacs to edit for a whole year!"
"Give her to me and go do your business!"
Jessica stretched out his hand as if he wanted to snatch someone away.
Indeed, you still have to maintain your CP persona under the camera.
Homelander smiled with regret.
"This is business, Jessica. Saving people comes first."
He reluctantly handed Natasha to Jessica.
"Take good care of her, she is our new employee waiting to join."
Jessica took Natasha and snorted angrily.
"Got it, James Bond!"
At this time, there were intensive shutter sounds all around.
Several news helicopters have arrived at the scene, and searchlights illuminate the place like daylight.
"Viewers! I am a VNN reporter!"
"Just now! Homelander staged Jedi rescue!"
"He saved Black Widow! Now, what he has to face is..."
The camera turns to the other side--Park Avenue.
At this moment, this place has automatically become a superhero arena.
The sirens were drowned out by the roar of the propellers.
Dozens of news helicopters were hovering at low altitude, and the beams of searchlights intertwined into a large bright net, illuminating this neighborhood as if it were daytime.
Homelander slowly landed in the middle of the street.
Behind him, the members of "The Seven" landed one after another.
Crimson Lady Angela's whole body was wrapped in flames, scorching the surrounding air into distortions;
Afterimages passed by, Speedball Robbie bounced to the ground like a ball filled with air, and assumed a defensive posture.
Wanda·Maximoff wore Vought's newly made red battle suit, her hands spread out one after the other, a crimson ribbon occasionally flashed across her fingertips, and she looked across the crowd, as if looking for something anxiously.
"Don't worry, sweetheart." Homelander comforted him, "Pietro is safe. As long as we deal with these troublesome guys, we will go get your brother out."
"It's all up to you, Anthony." Wanda looked at Homelander's back and smiled sweetly.
After Jessica·Jones put Natasha into the ambulance, a flying body landed next to Homelander.
She leaned close to Homelander and whispered in her ear, "Ashley said... don't end the battle too quickly, because the Vought Studios guys want to get more material for the next movie <Homelander 3: Civil War>."
At the other end of the street, about fifty meters away.
Tony·Stark are suspended in the air three meters above the ground. Behind them, dozens of unmanned Iron Legion are arranged in a fan shape, and the pulses of their palms are buzzing together.
Thor stood on top of a trampled taxi. Although Mjolnir was lost, he pulled out a street lamp pole as a new weapon.
Hawkeye was crouching behind a bunker, the special arrow already on the string, locked firmly between Homelander's eyebrows.
The air solidified.
All the viewers watching the live broadcast held their breath.
On one side is the guardian of Vought, and on the other is the fallen Avengers.
This duel is like a transition of the times.
The whole world is watching.
This is Homelander's favorite stage.
He cleared his throat and slowly floated forward a certain distance, placing himself in the absolute center of the camera.
"Tony, Thor, and Agent Barton."
Homelander's deep and magnetic voice spread to thousands of households through countless radio equipment on site.
He did not show anger, but had a sad and tolerant look on his face.
"I know this is not your intention."
As he spoke, he spread his hands in a hug gesture.
"Look at you, the former guardians of the earth, Avengers. Now you are pointing your guns at the city you are sworn to protect."
Then he turned to the camera, his eyes becoming compassionate.
"Citizens, please don't blame them. They are sick."
"An evil force from extraterrestrials uses some kind of mental virus to control their brains. What they are doing now is not from their true intentions."
"So..." Homelander turned to Tony, like an elder trying to persuade a lost boy.
"... Wake up, Tony. We are not enemies, we are brothers fighting side by side!"
"We can have a glass of eggnog together on Christmas Eve like we used to, and talk about how to make the world a safer place."
These words are sincere and touching.
In the live broadcast room, the barrage exploded instantly.
"Woooooooo, Homelander is so gentle!"
"This is the magnanimity of a leader! Even when faced with the betrayal of friends, his only thought is to save him!"
"The Avengers wake up! Stop fighting!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... die loyal..."
If it is a normal Tony·Stark, Special Popularity Points has probably been handed in at this moment.
But now Tony is the slave of Enchantress.
"Ha!"
The visor popped open, revealing Tony's face full of disdain.
"Well done, Mr. Stars and Stripes. Your acting skills are more layered than your cloak."
"But I don't need your eggnog, and I don't need your sobriety. I've never been so sober."
His eyes flashed with obsession with Lorelei.
"The Queen gave me a real goal. And you..." Tony looked Homelander up and down and sneered, "Your hypocrisy index is higher than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s budget deficit."
"Thor." He turned to look at Thor next to him, "Tell him our attitude."
"For Lorelei!!" Thor roared to the sky, clenching his fists.
Hawkeye did not speak, but silently changed the arrow to an explosive bomb.
Negotiations broke down.
Homelander sighed and shook his head helplessly.
"What a shame."
He shrugged at the camera, which was the perfect expression of "I've tried my best, but the other person doesn't appreciate it."
At this moment of tension.
"Boom!!"
There was a dull loud noise, and the ground shook violently.
Everyone raised their heads subconsciously.
I saw a huge green figure, like a green meteorite, hitting the open space where the two sides were confronting each other.
The asphalt road instantly collapsed, and the shock wave overturned several abandoned cars around it.
The smoke and dust dispersed.
Hulk straightened up slowly.
He looked a little confused.
Those huge green eyes looked left and right.
On the left is the blond man who kicked him like a ball.
On the right is the Iron Man that bombarded him just now.
Both are annoying.
Hulk scratched his head and made a low gurgling sound in his throat, as if he was weighing which one to smash first to relieve his anger.
"In that case..." Homelander ignored Hulk who arrived midway and continued, "... then I can only wake you up."
"I have power you can't imagine."
Tony sneered and closed the visor again.
"Do you have power?"
"That's really unfortunate."
Tony pointed to the middle.
"We have Hulk."
"Zi--!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tony fired a palm cannon, without any warning, directly hitting Hulk's back.
The whole audience was stunned.
Even Homelander was stunned for a moment.
Is this script wrong?
Tony Is this crazy? Do you think there are not enough enemies? Why do you want to take the initiative to provoke this uncontrolled Beast?