A flash of light filled the conference room on the top floor of Stark Tower, and the Avengers appeared.
The game had ended. Every participant felt as though a long time had passed, but in reality, only one second had elapsed since they had clicked yes.
It was like having a long dream, except everything in that dream was real, especially the ten Special-Grade Blind Boxes now sitting in front of Hawkeye.
"Ahem, well, Barton, when are you planning to open those blind boxes?"
Nick Fury cleared his throat and asked.
His eyes, however, remained glued to the ten blind boxes, longing written all over his face.
The others wore much the same expressions.
After all, those were genuine purple items.
"Director, everyone, well, let's each pick one of these blind boxes. The rest will be mine."
Hawkeye spoke with some difficulty.
Heaven knew how much willpower it had taken him to say that.
It was like a beggar who knew the benefits of money all too well suddenly having ten billion fall into his lap, yet choosing to share it with his companions rather than keeping it all for himself.
At Hawkeye's words, every one of the Avengers widened their eyes.
They stood stunned for a full two or three seconds before reacting.
"Oh my god, Barton, you're my idol!" That was Natasha.
"Oh, brother, my good brother!" That was Thor.
"Barton, you've got the right attitude!" That was Nick Fury.
"Barton, thank you!" That was the captain and Banner.
"Ah, Barton, since you're offering, I'll take one!" That was Tony.
Though Tony spoke without ceremony, anyone could see the gratitude in his eyes.
Then they surrounded Hawkeye.
Hawkeye thought they were going to hug him, but by the time he was ready to return the embrace, everyone around