Meanwhile, at Avengers headquarters—the former Stark family mansion—a group of heroes was holding a meeting.
Naturally, Steve was chairing the meeting. His good buddy, Iron Fist Bucky, stood leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded, looking like he was listening intently.
The conference room had been converted from the former reception hall. There was no enormous business conference table, nor was there a Round Table engraved with symbols of the Beyond. There were only a few sofas, an elegant coffee table, luxurious carpeting, and a crystal chandelier that was obviously worth a fortune.
How should one put it? It felt more like some high-end private club than a hero headquarters.
However, the other attendees were clearly nowhere near as energetic as Steve. Tony had even changed into pajamas and was sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, letting the air conditioner blow his leg hair from side to side.
"I still object. You don't understand the current international situation, old man." Reclining on the leather sofa, he raised his glass and took a sip. "A nuclear bomb exploded in Japan. We can provide humanitarian aid, but we shouldn't go there and get involved in this incident. We should be defending the United States."
Iron Man had flown to the Triskelion that morning, intending to oversee some research work. But not long after work began, Japan blew up. So he returned here with Fury, Natasha, and the others to discuss the matter with the heroes.
As it turned out, everyone had very different opinions.
Steve wanted to go to Japan to investigate. Not only did they need to uncover the truth behind the new Dirty Bomb, but he also wanted to help evacuate civilians and contain the spread of Fallout.
That was interventionism. Steve did not distinguish between