Early the next morning.
The living room of the villa was already bustling with activity.
The group is making final preparations for their trip to New York.
Wanda, with dark circles under her eyes, slowly walked down the stairs.
She didn't sleep well at all last night and was in very poor spirits.
As soon as I reached the edge of the living room, I spotted Luca sitting on the sofa.
Luca was wearing a dark suit today, with the collar slightly open, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, and talking to Tony next to him.
Wanda paused for a moment upon seeing the other person.
Memories from last night are attacking my brain again.
Wanda felt her face must be flushed right now.
She stood frozen in place, unsure whether to move forward or backward, lacking even the courage to look Luca in the eye.
Luca heard footsteps and looked towards the stairwell.
Then, he raised an eyebrow, smiled slightly, and his gaze swept over Wanda without restraint.
Good morning, little witch.
"Did you sleep well last night? You look like you really need to recharge."
Wanda trembled at those words, clutching her clothes tightly, and began to stammer.
"I... I slept very well! I don't need... I don't need to recharge! You... you're talking nonsense!"
Wanda lowered her head in a panic and quickly walked to the dining table.
Nervous, she grabbed a piece of bread and stuffed it into her mouth, not daring to look up at anyone.
Pietro, sitting on the other side, saw everything.
As a self-proclaimed siscon, Pietro sensed that something was wrong with his sister.
Moreover, judging from her current flushed face and evasive demeanor, she is exactly like a young girl experiencing her first love.
Looking at Luca's scumbag-like, half-smiling expression, Pietro instantly imagined a thousand-word scenario.
A lone man and a lone woman spent an hour together in a room late at night.
After she came out, my sister looked like this.
What the hell could this be doing?!
Pietro was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.
Enraged, he abruptly stood up, wanting to rush over and confront Luca about what he had done to his sister.
However, he stopped after taking only half a step.
Because Luca turned his head and gave him a light, indifferent glance.
With just one glance, Pietro recalled the scene of being slapped away yesterday.
The excruciating pain throughout his body instantly brought him to his senses.
Okay, we can't beat them.
We simply can't beat them.
Going up there would be suicide.
Pietro could only sit back down, seething with impotent rage.
Of course, he could also stare at Luca and kill him with his eyes.
If looks could kill, Luca would have died hundreds of times over.
"What are you looking at, kid?"
Steve, sitting to the side, exhaled a long smoke ring and made a sarcastic remark.
Pietro looked over and saw Steve sitting with his legs crossed, a cigar between his fingers.
Most importantly, they are still complaining to themselves.
"Are you just going to sit here and stare? If you're too scared to go up, shut up and stop making a fool of yourself."
Pietro, his face flushed red from the scolding, could only glare angrily at Steve.
"Shut up! You're an outdated Old Popsicle!"
"Even Old Popsicle is better than a coward like you." Steve sneered, flicking his cigarette ash.
"On the battlefield, someone like you wouldn't last a second. You couldn't even protect your own sister, and you still have the nerve to yell here?"
Pietro was trembling with anger, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
He felt that he was truly about to become stronger.
He wants to be the fastest person on Earth.
By then, even Luca won't be able to catch him!!
In another corner of the living room, Bruce Banner sat on the sofa, holding a cup of chamomile tea.
He took a careful sip, closed his eyes to savor the sensation, and tried to control his heart rate.
Ever since being brutally beaten by Luca, Hulk now pretends to be dead whenever he senses Luca's presence.
Banner, on the contrary, found a long-awaited peace.
He now feels that as long as he stays with Luca, he is the safest person in the world.
"Gentlemen, would you like a refill of coffee?"
Jessica, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, walked over carrying a coffee pot.
It must be said that her movements were very standard and her tone was very respectful; she was exactly the kind of qualified personal maid.
Jessica received an email from Pierce last night.
She felt a great sense of relief upon receiving this instruction.
Now, she just wants to play the role of an assistant and maid.
For example, when serving tea or water or packing luggage, one should never cross Luca's bottom line.
Jessica poured Luca a full cup of coffee, her eyes glancing at Wanda, whose face was flushed.
The higher-ups at Hydra didn't want to mess with Luca.
Wanda, on the other hand, offered herself up to them.
All she could say was, "They're really courting death."
But this is for the best; with a woman diverting Luca's attention, his undercover mission will be much safer.
"Alright, everyone!"
Just then, Happy ran in from outside the gate.
He was sweating profusely, holding a stack of schedules, and looked extremely anxious.
As security chief and driver, Happy is now on the verge of a breakdown.
Look at all the people in this room.
A small business owner who can take down a monster squad, a big boss who flies around in a metal suit, a fat man with magic, a wanted criminal who might turn green at any moment, a WWII antique with a foul mouth, and two twins with superpowers.
He was just an ordinary person; he was fierce but dared not be fierce, and dared not speak out.
He could only stomp his feet in frustration and frantically urge everyone on.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the private jet is already waiting at the airport! We must leave immediately! Miss Pepper is already on the plane, and if we are late, she will kill me! She really will kill me!"
Luca shrugged, then stood up and straightened his coat.
"Let's go, everyone. The stage in New York is set; let's go give them a little Stark shock."