He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Harry lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly.

All eyes were on him.

"Kid, what did you say?"

Tony wasn't there, nor was Colonel Rhodes. Frank, as an elder, frowned and looked at him.

"I said I'm not going!"

Harry looked up, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Look at me! What do I have?"

"I only have one makeshift, basic suit of armor!"

"Just now at the shipyard, I couldn't even beat one of Ultron's henchmen!"

"That's a battle of gods! I'm just an ordinary person!"

Harry buried his head in his knees.

"If it weren't for Uncle Tony... I wouldn't even be qualified to stand here."

That profound sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

He finally understood Tony when he first met him, and understood his post-war trauma.

Watching Captain America tank monsters with his bare hands, watching Thor summon lightning, watching the Punisher unleash a surge of dark light.

And what about him?

All they could do was hide behind their armor and pray they wouldn't get hit by stray bullets.

"Hey, look at me."

Fury stood up and walked to the top of the stairs.

He didn't spout any grand principles; he simply looked down at the trembling boy.

"When Tony was typing out the Mark I in the cave, he was just an ordinary person."

Fury's voice was firm, and his single eye held trust.

"He has no divine power, no serum, and no magic."

"But he has a heart that doesn't want to die and this damn brain."

Fury pointed to his temple.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Fury asked.

Harry paused for a moment, then opened his palm: "Jarvis... fragments."

"No, that's the key to retaliation." A glint of light flashed in Fury's single eye.

"Ultron thought he had killed Jarvis, but he didn't know that Stark's butler was much more resilient than he imagined."

There is no such thing as absolute invincibility in this world.

Fury turned around and looked at everyone in the room with piercing eyes.

"If Ultron wants to evolve into a god, then we'll pull him off his pedestal and flush him down the toilet."

"Harry, Ultron was born from you and Banner, so the two of you are the people who know it best."

Fury smiled and turned around.

"With Stark gone, you're our technical advisor."

Now, wipe away your tears.

"We're going to Seoul to take back that damned cradle."

Harry stared blankly at Fury, then at Steve's encouraging gaze and Natasha's trusting smile.

He took a deep breath, wiped his face hard, and gripped the chip in his hand tightly.

"it is good."

The boy stood up, the timidity in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a stubbornness inherited from Stark.

"I'll go."

"That's more like it. Of course, you're still young, so you don't need to go to the front lines anymore."

"Leave the fighting to these uncles and aunties for now."

Fury nodded in satisfaction, then casually picked up the remaining half of the toast on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

……

Zizizi!

The sound of the television reached everyone's ears, causing them to turn their heads to look.

The picture on the TV screen was shaking, as if the cameraman was running for his life.

"We've just been attacked by an unknown force... A massive explosion occurred at the shipyard... Witnesses claim to have seen a green giant and lightning..."

The news anchor's voice was so shrill it sounded like scratching a blackboard with fingernails.

Does this mean that so-called superheroes are actually monsters we're raising?

"Has the Avengers gotten out of control?"

Snapped.

Steve pressed the remote control, the TV screen flickered, and then went black.

The living room was deathly silent, save for the clicking of Patton's youngest daughter playing with building blocks on the floor.

Banner huddled in the far corner of the sofa, his hands covering his head, his face buried in his knees.

"It was my fault."

Banner's voice came out muffled and trembling.

"I thought I was creating peace, but in reality, I was just creating a more efficient executioner for the world."

Natasha walked over, intending to pat him on the shoulder, but stopped halfway through her outstretched hand.

Banner is currently like a string stretched to its limit; any touch could cause it to snap.

"PhD."

Harry sat on a low wooden stool to the side, still clutching the blue chip tightly in his hand.

The boy looked confused as he stared at his battle armor, which was covered in scratches.

"Is possessing power... truly a sin?"

Harry's voice was soft, yet it pierced the heart of everyone present like a needle.

"We desperately try to become stronger, to protect others, but in the end, it always seems like we're the ones who turn into monsters."

Steve's hand, gripping the transforming shield, bulged with veins, and he opened his mouth.

He wanted to say something profound about "belief" and "responsibility," but when the words came out, they turned into a heavy sigh.

Compared to a monster like Ultron, which combines the best of many, this is far too weak.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

"Alright, stop making this place look like a funeral."

Natasha took a deep breath, seemingly unable to bear the nauseatingly low atmosphere.

She reached into the inside pocket of her tight-fitting combat suit and pulled out a paper coupon.

That was something Li Ang had given her before.

"Look at this."

Natasha forced a smile and waved the paper coupon in her hand.

"Li Ang gave me a 50% off coupon for a 10-draw special offer."

"Although that guy can be a jerk at times, the stuff he sells can really turn a profit."

Natasha looked at Hawkeye, then at Steve.

"Since Ultron is evolving, we can't stand still."

"Maybe we should go get some gashapon capsules? Maybe try for something like a 'Super Saiyan 2' or a 'Robot Virus'?"

In the past, people might have been eager to try this suggestion.

After all, who doesn't like becoming stronger?

But at the moment.

No one responded.

Thor leaned against the wall, touching his abdomen with lingering fear; the pain from being punched away by Ultron was still there.

He looked at Thor's hammer in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Forget it."

Barton shook his head with a wry smile, glancing at his two children who were playing with building blocks.

"I now think that being an ordinary person is pretty good."

"The stronger your abilities, the more bizarre the trouble you attract."

"Look at Ultron, he's the product of stacked power."

Steve shook his head and placed the shield at his feet.

"Extremis Virus, Hulk Serum, Mind Stone..."

"If we go and extract a bunch of random, unrelated abilities, who can guarantee that something even stronger than Ultron won't appear in the future?"

"Or worse."

Frank added from the shadows, the Blacklight virus still wriggling restlessly on his body.

"Power comes at a price, and I know that better than anyone."

Natasha's hand froze in mid-air.

That brightly colored coupon now seemed incredibly ironic.

In the past, in order to become stronger and protect the Central Court, they spared no expense in spending money on Li Ang.

But now, faced with a nightmare that embodies all their power, they have developed a fear of "power" itself.

This was the first lesson Ultron taught them.

It was not physical destruction, but the collapse of beliefs.

"Okay," Natasha shrugged. "Looks like today isn't a good day for shopping."

"That's quite a strange thing, actually."

Fury chewed on his bread while scanning the crowd with his one eye.

"Given Li Ang's personality, at a time like this when everyone's been humiliated, he should have already brought a small stool, some popcorn, and appeared in the corner to laugh at us."

"And while we're at it, let's also promote his gashapon toys."

Fury swallowed the dry bread, his brow furrowing slightly.

"But he didn't come today."

"Perhaps even that unscrupulous businessman thinks that the mess we've made this time is beyond saving."