The Avengers arrived late in the Quinjet. It took them two hours to locate Loki. Iron Man had rushed excitedly to Umbrella, eager to show off in front of Sean and win the public's gratitude and admiration. Instead, all that awaited Tony Stark was the simple task of cleaning up the mess.
"It's like having a gorgeous, smoking-hot girl on your bed, dressed in sexy pajamas and striking a seductive pose. Then, just as you're about to pounce and prove yourself, she apologetically tells you that it's not a convenient time of the month... Maybe that analogy isn't quite appropriate, but it perfectly describes how I feel right now."
Tony's faceplate flipped up as he complained to Sean, who strolled out from the main tower at an unhurried pace. God knew how long he had waited for this opportunity.
The men of the Stark family would always be the best.
Unfortunately, that rule clearly did not apply in front of Sean. In a very short time, he had achieved the glorious accomplishments that two generations of the Stark family had struggled for, whether in wealth or power.
Tony felt that the only thing he could surpass this guy in was being a superhero: the Iron Armor that could fly through the skies and burrow through the earth, and the power to save the world.
"There'll always be another chance." Sean shrugged. "Umbrella's security forces can handle a small situation like this."
The filthy, battered Loki was fitted with Alloy Handcuffs and escorted onto the Quinjet by Captain America. Coulson's agents threw the Hydra soldiers into a line of black sedans. Their treatment from here on out probably would not be pleasant.
Unexpectedly, Hawkeye Barton, who had also taken part in this operation, had vanished. He had originally been part of