The next morning.
Avengers Tower was bustling once again.
Iron Man, Doctor Strange, Ant-Man, Wasp, the second Black Panther Susan, the second War Machine, the new Captain America Falcon, the second Hulk Skaar, Spider-Man, and other Superheroes had gathered together.
Time spared no one.
Apart from the various successors, most of the Superheroes gathered there had grown old.
Ant-Man and Wasp, for instance, were both approaching fifty.
Even Spider-Man had become a greasy middle-aged man.
Many of the other Superheroes had successors of their own.
The second Hulk, Skaar, was Banner's son.
After hearing what Doctor Strange and Iron Man had to say, and then seeing Wanda's photo, everyone looked surprised and dismissive.
"Wanda? That little girl from thirty years ago?"
"Never thought we'd see her again after thirty years."
"Hydra's already gone. What trouble could that little girl possibly cause?"
"You called us here to deal with one girl?"
"Wanda from a Parallel Universe? She's gorgeous. And look at those curves."
"Makes me want to tame that wild horse."
The conversation had started out normally enough, but somehow it grew increasingly inappropriate.
Doctor Strange had no choice but to step forward and interrupt.
"Everyone, this is a serious crisis. According to this middle-aged man, Wanda has an even more powerful father backing her."
With that, he displayed a photo of Quicksilver.
The moment everyone saw Quicksilver, they burst into derisive laughter.
"Haha! Who's this guy? With a belly like that, he must have trouble walking."
"Yeah, and his clothes are so tight they show off every roll of fat. Should we donate an outfit to him?"
"I can't take it. Who is this middle-aged guy? He looks ridiculous."
No matter how good-looking someone was, age eventually caught up with them.
Quicksilver had been a handsome young man, but now