This military base, which once had people coming and going, and where vehicles and rotorcraft took off and landed all the time, is now almost deserted. Although the "no approaching and taking photos" warning sign still stands, there are no longer any snoops to "warn".
Wearing a black sweater and jeans instead of her trademark leather jacket, Natasha Romanoff is cutting a sandwich while holding a regular meeting.
The messy information room filled with daily necessities seemed out of place with the relatively high-tech void projection panel in front of her.
Displayed on those panels are a raccoon, a bald woman in red, a blond beauty in a red and blue uniform, and a dark-skinned bald man.
"...Okay, we have searched for the suspicious spacecraft that Carol found, but it was just an abandoned ship full of garbage and worthless." Raccoon said.
"What a pity," Natasha turned to the bald woman in red: "How is the investigation of submarine vibrations on the west coast of Africa going?"
"It's nothing, it's just normal crustal movement, let it tremble." The other party responded.
"There are no 'super criminals', just like before," Natasha's eyes shifted to the bald black man, he answered proactively: "As for the 'super heroes', Tony put on the steel suit and patrolled New York.
I'm not sure what his purpose was."
"Maybe it's just little Morgan who wants toys," Natasha responded casually, turning to the blond woman in gold and blue uniforms: "Carol, can I see you at the regular meeting next month?"
"I'm not sure yet. I have a lot of responsibility. What happened to the earth is also happening on thousands of planets." The woman named Carol responded.
Natasha pushed the sandwich aside: "Okay, that's it for today. This channel will be on all the time. If anyone has any questions, please promptly-"
At this moment, a communication light screen suddenly appeared, showing the image of Tony Stark, and strongly participated in this regular meeting:
[All members of the Avengers, all Avengers—I am Iron Man! Oh, of course it’s me.]
"……What?"
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Yankee Stadium.
After half of the world's population has disappeared, no one is interested in sports competitions anymore. Life is so difficult, who has time to watch sports?
At this time, the venue has become a place where people who have lost loved ones in disasters gather regularly to encourage and help each other through chatting.
"Last month, I went to see my brother. This was the first time in five years." The middle-aged man with glasses and a gentle appearance spoke slowly, looking like he might interrupt at any time.
Steve Rogers, who was dressed like an ordinary worker, looked at him encouragingly: "What did you talk about?"
"There is nothing to say. We are all silent. We just talk about recent changes, the teams we liked before, and so on." The man with glasses shook his head meaninglessly, and his voice gradually choked up: "He said he wanted to make a movie and record it.
I encouraged him to avoid this disaster."
"Did you cry then?" asked a gray-haired old woman sitting on the other side of him.
"He was serving the main course, and I was finishing the dessert," the man with the eyes said in a low voice, "We no longer have any other relatives, only each other, and the things that nearly broke us up seem like a world away."
Steve patted him on the shoulder: "Very good. You have gone through the most difficult moments of Fu Oh. We always have to move towards a new life. The world is still in our hands, and we have the responsibility to make it better."
When this mutual aid exchange meeting was about to end as usual, the large screen that had been abandoned for a long time and everyone thought it was damaged lit up and began to display some battlefield pictures.
[10 years ago, the Chitauri invaded the earth, and all the countries in the world were helpless. Until SHIELD convened a group of heroes and elites. In order to rid mankind of the alien threat and to avenge the enemies who may harm us, the 'Avengers'
The Alliance' was born.]
"...Tony?"
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The Queen.
Due to major changes in the world, no one has the energy to judge others anymore, even though the legendary "Hulk" who can lift a car and destroy a building is sitting next door to them drinking coffee.
"Sorry, Mr. Hulk, can we take a photo with you?" "Just one."
Teenagers who don't yet know what it means for the world to become like this are still full of curiosity and admiration for this big green man.
"Oh, of course~ Children, come closer, otherwise you will be squeezed out of the camera," Bruce Banner, who was wearing a large green shirt and vest, and wearing glasses on his face, made a "V" awkwardly
He gestured and took photos with the boys and girls who came over.
"We have Hulk~" "Yeah~"
"Haha..." After taking the photo, when Bruce Banner sat back in his seat, his big hand inadvertently touched the remote control on the table and turned on the old TV in the cafe.
On the screen, Tony Stark, wearing a steel armor, was chatting along with some photos that recorded the heroic battles of "superheroes":
[——Since then, you have become the greatest guardians of peace in human history. You were chosen because of your ability and strength. Some of you are still regarded as idols by children until now. 】
"Idol...?"
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Norway, New Asgard.
This is a village with a lighthouse, two docks, and more than ten fishing boats, with fishing and wine-making as its main industries.
Its residents are much stronger and stronger than those in surrounding villages, and women are generally better at fighting than men.
Although they made a lot of jokes claiming to be gods when they first settled down, five years later, the surrounding towns and villages have initially accepted this group of strong foreign immigrants - they are just refugees. There is nothing strange about it.
And in the largest house in the village, a shirtless blond man with a bulging belly was making a loud noise with the microphone on his earphones.
"Listen up! I'm the God of Thunder! If you idiot cheats again and I catch you, I will chop you into charcoal along the phone line!"
Most people would be confused when hearing such an unknown threat, but if they see empty beer bottles and fast food packaging all over the house, they might be able to understand.
And just when the blond man with a big belly staggeredly picked up the controller and tried to restart the game, a familiar yet unfamiliar steel armor replaced the game screen on the screen.
[——Listen, you may still be blaming yourself for not defeating Thanos, and you may even think that all this is your fault, and you might as well just live with it, and numb yourself through overeating... But look at it! 】
Iron Man waved his hand and switched between video screenshots of fights, gun battles, burning and explosions:
[Without us, the world has not become better, it is rushing towards the abyss.]
"Then tell me what to do, Hier~"
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Japan, Osaka.
On the street on a rainy night, armed gangsters lay scattered on the ground, and the few remaining bodyguards were trembling as they guarded their leader.
And their enemy, a warrior holding a long sword, wearing a hood and a cape, was approaching them at an unhurried speed.
"You, what do you want? We are willing to give you anything!" The leader trembled and spoke incoherently.
"You can't give me what I want." The hooded man slowly turned the long knife, making a gesture of aggression.
Just at this moment, in the roadside shop, the TVs playing chaotic armed programs suddenly switched to the same channel neatly.
[——Now, there is a chance,] Iron Man looked at the hooded man through the screen: [We can change the world again. We can bring back the people who have disappeared and put the world back on track. 】
"..." The hooded man was silent for two seconds and slowly sheathed his sword.
laugh--
Before the gang leader could show his saved expression, a fountain of blood spurted from his neck into the night sky.
"Sorry, you spoke a little late."
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San Francisco, abandoned garage.
In the vehicle that had been dusty for many years, the car radio suddenly sounded:
[The world needs us more than ever!]
The sudden noise frightened the rats that had built their nests and fled in all directions.
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Avengers base.
The participants of the regular meeting, which was about to be disbanded, looked at each other with gleaming expressions as they listened to Iron Man's declaration.
"Is he serious?"
"It's impossible. If there was a way, I would have..."
"Things like changing history..."
"Anyway, I'm going to see Stark,"
Natasha stood up and looked around at all the attendees. Her words were unexpectedly synchronized with Stark's last words on the light screen:
