S.H.I.E.L.D., aboard the Helicarrier.
A grim atmosphere hung over everyone.
The most frightening thing was never the battle itself, but the wait before it began.
That was the most nerve-racking stage. No one knew what the future would bring.
All they could do was wait in torment.
Nick Fury's expression was darker still. Three days had already passed.
The trust nations around the world placed in him was plummeting.
Although the disappearance of the Tesseract, a weapon of mass destruction, had kept those nations supporting Nick Fury,
the Celestial Phenomenon Weapon he had spoken of had vanished. Every location marked as suspicious remained perfectly peaceful.
Aside from the Celestial Phenomenon Weapon fragments Steve and Tony had brought back, there was no other evidence that the weapon even existed. S.H.I.E.L.D.-or rather, the United States-could not possibly allow Nick Fury to hand over the only two remaining fragments.
In that case, were these so-called aliens really responsible?
Couldn't some supernatural faction have made its move instead?
The combat capabilities of supernatural factions had long since been demonstrated before numerous nations.
So they were not particularly worried at all.
Nick Fury, however, thought very differently.
At that moment, Nick Fury desperately wanted to shout, "Motherf-!"
At a time like this, they still had the nerve to scheme over petty matters!
Ultimately, humanity had to protect itself.
How could they still indulge in so much scheming in the face of a crisis?
As for Nick Fury's own little schemes, he simply pretended they did not exist.
Coulson knew full well that this could not continue. They had to come up with a solution.
But the biggest problem now was neither morale nor combat. It was distrust.
They did not trust one another at all.
And now, all they could do was wait for the