Fury sensed the eerie silence over the comms and hurriedly asked, "Stark, what's going on? Where's the nuke?"
"It turned into a dove."
"A dove?" Fury thought he had misheard.
"That's right. A white one. The kind that coos," Tony stressed.
Fury thought Tony was joking. He was just about to speak when, a second later, he fell silent again.
He had guessed what had happened, too.
Who besides Hermione could pull something like that off?
What kind of magic was this?
An upgraded version of turning stones into gold?
Turning nukes into doves?
Hermione put away the Nuclear Peace Dove, then turned to Natasha. "Close it."
Only then did Natasha snap out of her daze and hurriedly comply.
The Mind Stone Scepter touched the Tesseract. The blue light slowly faded, and the Portal closed.
"One last thing," Hermione murmured to herself, her figure vanishing in an instant.
A second later, she appeared in the Helicarrier's Control Hall.
"Fury." Hermione's voice was utterly calm.
Fury's heart lurched. This is bad.
He would have preferred Hermione to lose her temper. That would have meant things weren't quite so serious. But now she couldn't even be bothered to get angry, and that could only mean one thing.
There was no need to lose your temper with the dead.
The moment those idiots on the World Security Council decided to drop a nuke on Manhattan, he had known disaster was coming.
He had done everything he could to stop them, but he still hadn't managed to keep those morons from courting death.
Fury didn't think a mere nuke could do anything to Hermione, but he knew her personality even better. This little terror always repaid a grudge.
"Miss Wizard, let me explain..." Fury tried to reason with her.
He knew the council's idiotic