Steve, Tony, Natasha, and the others also fell silent.
Yes, that egomaniac loved the cameras most of all.
No one spoke up to object. They silently accepted the arrangement.
Jessica straightened her black combat suit and strode toward the cluster of microphones before the security cordon.
Every camera turned toward her.
Jessica had not prepared a lengthy speech.
"I am Jessica Jones, executive president of Vought."
She pointed at the heavily armed comrades behind her.
"We are heading to Australia now."
"We do not know how strong the alien called Gravik is. We do not know how many people aboard these aircraft will make it back alive."
"But there is one thing I can guarantee to all humanity."
"Vought's heroes will never take even half a step back."
"We will use every means at our disposal to bury that bastard for good!"
"Hold on to your faith! Wait for our victory!"
The speech was brief, yet filled with the determination of those with no way back.
Without waiting for the reporters' questions, Jessica turned around.
"All personnel, board the aircraft!"
The heroes marched with resolute steps onto the three Nightingale aircraft arranged in a triangular formation.
"Rumble—!"
The engines spewed blue plasma exhaust as the aircraft sped toward the Southern Hemisphere.
Across the vast territory of the Human Federation, many resistance groups spontaneously formed by ordinary civilians laid down their weapons that day.
Some groups even disbanded outright and blended back into the ranks of the laborers, hoping merely to survive under Skrull rule.
Yet plenty of resolute resistance fighters still refused to bow to fate, refused to kneel before these alien butchers.
Especially after seeing on the news the promise made by Vought's superheroes, who had saved the world time and again, the flame of hope in their