In the buffet restaurant, soft music played as the Avengers gathered for a meal, with cheerful laughter breaking out from time to time.
The script had wrapped, and the director was very satisfied with everyone's performance. Besides this boxed meal and a three-day trip to Mars, everyone received an extra bonus.
It was not much money, just a check they could fill out for any amount they wanted.
The director said Hydra was still in its developmental stage and conditions were somewhat harsh. He hoped everyone would be understanding, unite to overcome the difficulties, and work hard for a better tomorrow.
Perhaps the director's wrap-up speech had been too moving. Everyone was deeply touched, clutching their checks as tears streamed down their faces. They said that although conditions were difficult, their love for the organization came from the bottom of their hearts, and they would never harbor any disloyalty.
Naturally, when a grand show came to an end, some were so happy they cried, while others were so depressed they shut themselves off.
For example, Agent Coulson had yet to emerge from the shadow of his idol's fall from grace. Sitting alone at the bar, he held a glass of tequila and savored the taste of maturity.
Maturity was a glass of wine. The first taste could be bitter or sweet, strong or mild, with endlessly changing flavors. As the years settled in, the wine would grow plainer, but it would definitely gain depth.
Coulson felt that he was close to understanding. After experiencing the great rises and falls, falls, falls, falls of life, the wine in his glass had become exceptionally profound.
Beside Coulson sat Strange, alone in his own little world. Holding a glass of brandy, he looked dejected and sentimental enough that anyone unaware of the truth