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

Without saying a word, Vision stepped into the portal first.

He didn't even glance at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, completely unconcerned about his earlier act of destroying the continent.

Thor slung Mjolnir over his shoulder, whistled loudly, and strode after him.

Jane, Natasha, and Harry exchanged a glance, deactivated their armor forms, and walked together into the light curtain.

Only Captain America, Hawkeye, and the Maximov twins, who had just displayed their prowess, remained on the ruins.

"These two Avengers have too much presence; we can't get along with them."

Pietro stamped his foot, removed his Tornado armor, and turned to look at his sister.

At the same time, he lowered his voice and pointed to the space carrier in the sky.

"It's better to stay at that master's shop than to stay here being questioned."

Wanda sheathed the dark greatsword, and the bone wings on her back vanished in a dark red light.

"That's right, saving the world is too tiring. We should find a place to settle down."

She tidied her hair, which had been ruffled by the wind.

The two completely ignored the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents gathering not far away and headed straight for the portal.

"Captain, are we supposed to stay and help the chief write that damn accident report, or where do we go?"

Patton, carrying his tactical bow, looked at the empty field and helplessly shrugged.

"I overdid it with the exercise I just did; I can't even draw the bowstring now."

Steve rubbed his empty stomach. Transforming into Ultraman Tiga had completely exhausted him, and all he wanted to do was find a place to have a big meal.

"Fury has so many men under his command, he won't miss the chance to make two more."

"Boss Li, do you provide meals? I don't eat much."

Steve strode toward the portal, a rare display of shamelessness on his face.

Barton stared in astonishment at Steve's retreating figure.

Is this still the Captain America who shoulders responsibility?

Patton quickly jogged to catch up.

"Wait for me! I haven't had lunch either!"

The light screen flickered twice and then disappeared completely into the air.

At this moment, on the deck of the space carrier, three thousand meters above the ground.

Nick Fury gripped the fence tightly with both hands, his one eye wide open.

Looking down at the craters and the agents taking inventory of the damaged buildings, he felt completely numb.

"OMG Fuck!"

Fury was spitting and cursing, and his bald head looked quite comical in the sunlight.

"You bunch of disloyal bastards! This is absolutely outrageous!"

"They fight, then just walk away, leaving me with the responsibility of resettling hundreds of thousands of civilians?"

Fury was so angry that he jumped up and down on the deck, his black trench coat fluttering wildly in the wind.

Coulson braved the cold wind at high altitude and handed over a damage assessment report that was more than ten pages long.

"Director, the council just sent a communication."

Coulson looked utterly helpless.

"They demanded that we provide a detailed written report on this atrium lift-up incident."

Fury snatched the report, and in a fit of rage tore it in half, the scraps of paper flying in the wind.

"Report? Send them to find Ultron, the one who's going to destroy the world!"

"I burned out the mothership's spare engines to save people!"

"Tell them that S.H.I.E.L.D. disbanded a long time ago, and now I'm doing this purely voluntary work!"

"No, they need to pay for this operation! Protecting world peace requires funding!"

"If they're not happy, then bring out their gashapon shop!"

The atrium, 108 70th Street, Queens, New York.

The door to the main gashapon shop was pushed open, and a line of people filed in.

The hall was filled with the rich aroma of hot pot made with beef tallow.

Darcy wore a floral apron and held a pair of long bamboo chopsticks in his hand.

She was standing in front of the induction cooker, scooping out tripe that was tumbling inside.

Hearing the door open, she turned around and looked on in astonishment.

"Good heavens! Boss, why did you bring so many people back?"

Darcy protested loudly, holding up his chopsticks, looking at the dense crowd with a pained expression.

"I only bought two pounds of sliced ​​beef and a box of beef balls!"

"Are you trying to eat me out of house and home?!"

Darcy pointed at Steve and Patton with his chopsticks.

"This is outrageous! Even the Avengers are coming to freeload?"

Thor sat down in a folding chair with an air of authority and slammed his hand on the table.

"Darcy, don't be so stingy. This prince is rich; I'll pay for everything!"

Thor proudly pulled out a wad of crumpled US dollars.

He looked around, a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Why isn't there even a bottle of wine on this table?"

"What about vodka? What about ale?"

"What kind of hero doesn't celebrate after a battle with a drink?"

Thor crossed his legs, his face full of reminiscence.

"If Tony were here, his victory party would be way more fun than this."

"Stark may have a foul mouth, but at least he'll prepare an endless supply of champagne and barbecue."

Steve and Barton found a spot against the wall to sit down, trying to keep their presence to themselves.

Wanda and Pietro stood at the doorway, staring blankly at this utterly ordinary scene.

Just minutes ago, this group of people were desperately trying to save the world, and now they're arguing over hot pot ingredients?

Li Ang leisurely walked behind the counter, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and prepared to watch the show.

Wearing a brocade robe, Banner secretly extended his right hand while Darcy and Thor were bickering.

He picked up a piece of freshly fried crispy pork from the plate and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

Due to the influence of Hulk and Super Saiyan factors, his physique remains extraordinary.

This act of stealing food looks extremely comical and out of place.

"Thief!"

Darcy turned his head and saw Banner's cheeks puffed out, and immediately flew into a rage.

"Banner! You're a monk! Why are you eating meat!"

"That was my dessert! Spit it out!"

Darcy's long bamboo chopsticks whirred in the air, nearly hitting Banner on the head.

"Namo Amaterasu, this is called 'wine and meat pass through the intestines, but Buddha remains in the heart.'"

Banner swallowed the crispy pork with force, clasped his hands together, and looked at Darcy with an innocent expression.

"Don't give me that! You bunch of gluttons!"

Darcy, enraged, laughed and pointed to the door, shouting.

She glared at Thor, who was still asking for more wine, and slammed an empty stainless steel basin onto the table.

"And you! Since you have money, go out and buy me groceries right now!"

Darcy slammed the banknotes that Thor had just taken out onto the table, making a crisp snapping sound.

"You two go to the supermarket on the corner and buy ten pounds of lamb rolls and the alcohol you want!"

"And some more seafood balls and vegetables!"

"Nobody's eating today until we buy it!"

Darcy stood with his hands on his hips, exuding an imposing aura.

"You're sending the heir to the throne of Asgard, the Thor of the Nine Realms, to run errands and buy groceries?"

Thor pointed to his own nose, his face full of astonishment.

"Otherwise what?"

"Should we send the giant of light who saved Midgard? Or that muscular man with the yellow glow and crimson skin?"

Darcy snorted coldly.

Vision turned his head very cooperatively, the Mind Stone on his forehead flashed twice, and he gave a polite smile.

Thor was speechless for a moment, and could only stand up, muttering curses as he picked up his hammer.

Banner, realizing he was in the wrong, followed Thor out the door.

"What brand of beer should I buy? Stout or lager?"

Thor muttered as he opened the shop door.

Li Ang smiled and shook his head, then got up, walked to the door, and patted the two men on the shoulder.

"Please also bring me a bag of spiced melon seeds; I ate them all while watching the show."

Thor rolled his eyes and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a thin figure wearing a loose red and blue tracksuit came running from the end of the street.

The person approached very quickly, waving their hands as they ran.

"Wait a minute! Gentlemen, please wait a minute!"

This was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who suddenly braked and stopped in front of the gashapon shop.

Because of the excessive force, he leaned forward and was about to crash into Thor's strong chest muscles.

Thor grabbed the boy by the collar with one hand and brought him to a steady stop.

"My God! Am I dreaming?!"

"Cool! You guys really are the Avengers!"

"Thor! Hulk! And Captain America!"

The boy jumped up and down excitedly, speaking rapidly, a string of words just popping out of his mouth.

"My name is Peter Parker! I'm a huge fan of yours!"

"I watched the live stream online! You guys were absolutely awesome in Sokovia!"

"Captain America, no, Tiga, I just gave you my light too!"

"Could I get your autograph? Uh, just on this page. The previous page was for Mr. Stark!"