On the street, before Steve·Rogers could react to the strange situation of the sudden collective "power outage" of the Chitauri besieging him, a violent wind pressure fell from the sky.
He subconsciously raised Vibranium Shield in front of him to protect him.
Boom!
Smoke, dust and gravel were thrown up tens of meters high, sweeping across the entire block like a sandstorm.
Bang!
The gravel crashed onto Vibranium Shield, pushing him back several meters.
When the smoke and dust dissipated slightly, he put down his shield, and all he could see were the cracked streets like spider webs, and Bruce·Banner, who fell unconscious and fell to the ground not far from the impact crater.
And Lucian was hovering above him. The black suit on his body was covered with fist marks, and there was a large dent in his waist.
"Banner!"
Steve rushed over immediately.
After all, Banner is also the comrade who fought alongside him just now. Even if this comrade turns green and kills his own people, he cannot leave them here.
Lucian glanced at Captain America who was running this way and ignored him.
"Wait!"
Steve raised his head and was about to ask what happened, when Lucian turned into a black shadow and rushed high into the sky.
Not a single explanation.
Steve stopped for half a second, couldn't help but glance at the unconscious Banner, and then looked at Lucian who was walking away.
What on earth did these two people just do?
Why does he feel that Banner changed back not because the battle was over, but because he was beaten back hard?
Stark Tower Top.
Natasha was half-kneeling next to the instrument, and Clint was standing behind her. The compound bow in her hand had been drawn, and the arrow was pointed at the figure falling in the air.
Lucian As soon as his feet touched the platform, the bow string was tightened to the limit.
"Don't move."
Natasha raised his hand and pressed Clint's arm.
Clint did not put down the bow.
"Loki's Scepter disappeared, probably in his hands."
"I saw it."
"Then you still stop me?"
Natasha stared at Lucian, his palm still pressed on the bow.
"Because your arrow has no effect except irritating him."
This doesn't sound nice, but it's realistic enough.
Clint was silent for two seconds and slowly loosened the bowstring. He was not afraid of death, but there was no need to use an arrow that was impossible to work to attract another enemy for everyone.
Lucian ignored the two of them.
Taking out the scepter from System Space, Eric Dr. Selvig woke up and told Natasha how to close Portal.
The shield created by Tesseract cannot be broken by ordinary attacks.
Only Mind Stone on the scepter will work.
"You know how to turn it off?"
Natasha stood up and glanced between the scepter and Lucian.
Lucian Aim the tip of the scepter at the shield.
"Put this in."
"That's what the doctor said too."
"Then you still ask?"
Natasha was choked.
This guy really has no interest in chatting at all.
But the scepter is better in his hand than in Loki's hand. At least judging from the current actions, Lucian is indeed helping them deal with Chitauri's army.
Just as she was about to move away, Lucian's movements suddenly stopped.
What's wrong?
Lucian was about to use the power of the scepter to directly shut down Portal, when out of the corner of his eye he caught a small, rapidly moving dot on the horizon.
A missile.
And behind the missile, a red-gold figure was turning on all the thrusters, chasing it crazily in an almost self-destructive manner.
Lucian frowned.
That's not right.
Chitauri Mothership has been blown to pieces by him, and all the soldiers on the ground have stopped moving. Portal can be shut down immediately. Logically speaking, he has shortened the battle time a lot, and this nuclear bomb should not have appeared at all.
Could it be that after he took Hulk away, Avengers lost a main force on the frontal battlefield, making the battle more difficult, making the people above feel that New York could no longer defend it?
It's possible.
After all, in the eyes of those people, it is better for people in one city to die than for Chitauri to spread to the entire earth.
These people make decisions really quickly.
Lucian retracted the scepter that was about to penetrate the shield and turned to look at the nuclear bomb.
Since it has been launched, shutting down Portal now will leave the nuclear bomb in New York. Either throw it into no man's land, or send it into Portal in the original way.
In the distance, Tony finally caught up with the nuclear bomb.
The thruster was fully powered, and both arms tightly hugged the missile body. Iron Man Armor was dragged backwards by the huge inertia, and then forcibly changed the direction of the missile and flew straight into the sky.
He was going to send it in himself.
Lucian looked down at the suit on his body.
The chest, shoulders, and waist are all covered with fist marks left by Hulk, and the outer material has been burned with large scorch marks by its own flames and lightning. Although this suit is not completely scrapped, it looks a bit shabby no matter how you look at it.
It just so happens that you can sell Tony·Stark as a favor and get him a set of customized armor.
This is a good deal.
Thinking of this, Lucian no longer hesitated.
With a slight tap of his foot, his whole body turned into a black stream of light, instantly disappeared on the rooftop, and chased in the direction of the nuclear bomb.
High in the sky.
Tony kept accelerating while holding the nuclear bomb, and the screen inside the visor was filled with red warnings.
Energy decline.
Thruster overload.
These tips don't make any sense.
Tony knows what he is doing. If you send the nuclear bomb into Portal, New York will survive. If you can't send the nuclear bomb in, everyone will die together.
It's just that there are some things that I haven't had time to say yet.
"Sir, do you need to connect you to Ms. Potts?"
JARVIS's voice sounded inside the helmet.
Tony's lips moved, and a trace of hesitation and pain flashed in his eyes.
What did you say after the call was connected?
Farewell?
Or tell her that Mr. Stark might really break the appointment this time?
"Take..."
The alarm suddenly interrupted him.
"Sir! Warning! Someone is approaching rapidly from behind! Contact is expected in ten seconds!"
Tony's eyes narrowed.
"Chitauri?"
"No, it's the mysterious man who appeared earlier. Contact is expected in nine seconds."
As soon as the voice of JARVIS fell, the numbers jumped again.
"Estimated five seconds... No, calculation error, target speed is still increasing."
"Can you give me an accurate answer?"
Dong Dong.
The visor was suddenly knocked twice.
Without warning, an additional face appeared in front of the screen, and Tony's shoulders shook violently.
"What the hell!"
Lucian flew upside down in front of the nuclear bomb, his speed was completely synchronized with the armor, and he even knocked on his visor leisurely.
Tony saw the person coming clearly and the corner of his mouth twitched.
This guy chases missiles as if they were walking.
"What do you want to do?"
Lucian pointed at his suit which was covered with fist marks.
"Give me a complete suit of armor, and I'll help you with this thing."
Tony was stunned.
At the last moment of life and death, he never expected such an unfolding.
However, upon hearing that this mysterious strong man was also interested in his armor, Tony immediately raised his eyebrows.
"Sure enough," he muttered subconsciously, "Geniuses will be sought after wherever they are."
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to change it?"
Tony hugged the nuclear bomb tightly, and his tone became more natural.
"Of course, my life is worth much more than a suit of armor."
He was already prepared to leave without ever returning.
Now, it seems that there is no need to die.
Lucian reaches out and holds the nuclear bomb.
"Deal!"