On the other side of the square, a black car stopped at the intersection. Steve Rogers stepped out. He wore a suit, his tie neatly knotted, his face expressionless.
Several reporters at the scene recognized him and immediately crowded around.
"Captain Rogers, do you support the government immediately establishing a registration system for metahumans?"
"Do you think the Avengers should be held responsible for this disaster?"
"Some victims' families have said the age of superheroes destroyed New York. What is your response?"
Steve stopped.
He looked at the reporters, then at the photographs of the victims nearby.
"Today belongs to the victims and their families."
With that, he continued forward.
The reporters tried to follow, but security personnel at the scene stopped them.
Steve walked to the memorial altar and bowed his head as he laid down a bouquet.
Tony did not appear at the scene.
Everyone knew he would be photographed.
Everyone knew that once he was photographed, the memorial would immediately become a trial.
The official statement said he was still assisting with the investigation.
The media said he was afraid to show up.
Someone online said Iron Man had saved hundreds of people. Someone soon replied that beyond those hundreds, even more people had died.
Peter Parker stood at the back of the crowd.
He wore an ordinary jacket and carried a backpack, his face much paler than usual. Chen Mo stood beside him, one hand resting on his shoulder.
The names of the victims scrolled across the big screen.
As another superhero who had been at the scene yesterday, Peter saw many familiar faces.
Chen Mo had the hood of his black hoodie pulled over his head and said nothing.
Peter said quietly, "I saved a lot of people that day."
Chen Mo tightened his grip