After casually slapping Steve away, Tony continued toward the others with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, everyone's here."
"Why are you all staring at me? I know I'm handsome, but I'm not interested in men."
Tony's tone was lazy and casual. His gaze swept over the group before finally settling on Nick.
The two exchanged a look without saying a word. Tony walked straight past him and looked up above the Times Building.
Looking through the Space-Time Portal at the spacecraft amid the vast starry expanse, Tony raised an eyebrow, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
Whether in his previous life or this one, this was his first time seeing aliens. They didn't seem all that different from humans.
Of course, Loki and Thor didn't count. He had met them before.
As these random thoughts drifted through his mind, a dark shadow emerged at his feet. A Night Bat ninja appeared in his path and let Tony step onto his back, then carried him soaring into the sky.
The whole process could be summed up in one word: seamless. Everything flowed as smoothly as if it had been rehearsed, radiating effortless style.
The others watched Tony soar into the sky. Only then did Nick finally speak. "All right, it's our turn to move!"
"Everyone, New York City's survival rests in your hands. Whether we succeed this time is up to you."
Nick spoke solemnly, and the others' expressions turned serious as they nodded.
Even Steve, who had just been slapped away by Tony, stopped dwelling on what had happened.
Compared with the lives of over ten million people in New York, getting slapped away by Tony was a trivial matter.
As an American hero, Steve could still tell what mattered most.
The group immediately sprang into action,