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

"Are you sure Loki isn't lying to you?"

Natasha and Barton exchanged a glance.

"Loki just crushed four cutting sticks with his bare hands on the Rainbow Bridge and utterly humiliated four TVA agents, all to protect Heimdall!"

This sentence is more damaging than all the previous sentences combined.

"Loki? Protecting others?" Darcy nearly dropped the cocoa cup in his hand.

"Okay, I believe you." Barton's mocking expression vanished. "When Loki takes the initiative to protect others, it means things have indeed become quite serious."

Natasha quickly got to work, picking up her tablet to search for information about TVA.

But as soon as the results came out, she paused, turned her head, and scanned the entire hall.

"Steve isn't back yet?"

"Can it take this long to go to the bathroom?" Rod glanced at his watch. "Fifteen minutes."

"Maybe we really ate something bad." Jane put down her tablet. "That sandwich did smell a bit strange."

"wrong."

Natasha's voice suddenly lowered, and she turned her head toward the corridor.

Everyone looked at her, and then they heard it too.

Very far, very light.

But in the suddenly quiet hall, the sound penetrated through three soundproof walls and entered everyone's ears.

Bang.

The dull thud of metal colliding.

Immediately afterwards...

boom!

The entire building floor trembled, the ceiling lights shook wildly, and dust fell in clumps.

"That direction..." Darcy's voice trembled.

Natasha turned her head abruptly, her eyes flashing with murderous intent.

"It's Steve!!"

Thor's pupils contracted sharply.

coming.

His worst fears came true.

Those uniformed bastards didn't retreat at all; they split into groups, one group came to Asgard, and the other stayed in Midgard!

"Walk!!"

Thor grabbed the Meowth Hammer and strode off down the corridor.

Natasha was faster than him.

The Crazy Diamond's light flashed by, shattering the security gate blocking the corridor.

The fragments were still flying in the air when she had already passed through them.

Patton drew his bow and arrow from under the table and followed after him in two quick steps.

Banner ran while loosening his tie, a hint of green gleam in his eyes.

"Banner! Don't transform in the hallway! This headquarters is newly built; I don't want to apply for maintenance fees again!"

As he shouted, Rhodes activated the emergency summoning device on his wrist.

"I can't fight! What would I do there!"

Darcy jumped off the sofa, hesitated for half a second, grabbed his cocoa cup, and followed.

"You have the Slowing Fruit!" Jane grabbed her. "It can save your life!"

"Oh, right!"

A large group of people rushed down the corridor, turned a corner, and then turned another corner.

On the wall at the second corner, there is a human-shaped indentation.

The concave shape resembles a shield.

Vibranium shield.

It was stuck in the wall, its edges still buzzing and vibrating.

"That's Steve's shield," Barton's voice deepened.

He reached out to pull it, but it wouldn't budge.

"It's embedded; the force was quite strong."

A second loud bang came from ahead.

The entire corridor's lighting system went out, leaving only the emergency lights casting a stark white glow in the darkness.

The red alert blared like an explosion, sending chills down everyone's spines.

"Sunday! Check the bathroom security footage!"

Rhodes yelled into the communicator on his wrist.

"Colonel Rhodes, all surveillance signals in the restroom area have been blocked by unknown means."

"Those damn agents again!" Thor gripped his hammer.

The door to the men's restroom is at the end of the corridor.

At this moment, half of the door had been blown away and was hanging precariously on the deformed hinges.

The sounds of fierce fighting could be heard coming from inside.

There's another voice that everyone is familiar with...

"You bastards, where did you come from?!"

It's Steve; he's still alive.

Thor rushed to the front and kicked away the remaining half of the door.

The scene before them made everyone gasp.

Three TVA agents formed a triangle, cornering Steve in a dead end between the sink and the wall.

Steve's uniform was disheveled, revealing bruises on his shoulders.

The three agents in front of him each held a cutting stick with an orange glow at the tip.

The leader was about to send the cutting stick toward Steve's chest, less than half a meter away.

"stop!!"

Thor roared, and the Mjolnir flew from his hand.

The agent reacted extremely quickly, rolling to the side, the scissors leaving an orange afterimage in the air.

The hammer grazed his scalp and slammed into the sink, shattering the marble countertop into pieces. The water pipe burst, and water gushed out.

"Don't touch me!"

Steve kicked the agent in front of him to the ground, and at the same time, he suddenly dodged the orange light piercing from the second cutting rod.

The rod brushed against his ribs, so close that he could feel the strange heat emanating from it.

But I didn't encounter it.

The difference was less than two centimeters.

A cold glint flashed in Steve's eyes as he couldn't help but think of the elevator in the S.H.I.E.L.D. building.

A dozen Hydra agents surrounded him in a small space, using stun guns, magnetic handcuffs, and everything else they could find.

He was badly beaten that time, but he also learned the most important lesson.

Never let an unknown weapon touch your body.

Not even for a second.

"Your thing can kill someone if you touch it, right?"

Steve's voice was forced out through clenched teeth as he grabbed the broken stainless steel pipe beside him with his right hand.

From the moment these three people appeared at the door of the restroom stall, Steve never gave them a chance.

The lead agent rolled over and got up from the ground, holding a cutting stick in front of him.

"Captain America, don't put up a futile resistance, your timeline has been messed up..."

boom!

Steve didn't wait for him to finish speaking.

The stainless steel water pipe was swung out and struck the agent's wrist precisely.

The sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the bathroom, where water was splashing everywhere.

The cutting stick flew out of my hand, clattered to the ground, and slid a long way across the wet, slippery tiles.

"what!"

The agent screamed and staggered back, clutching his wrist.

Steve didn't give the second person time to react.

He stepped forward and punched the second agent directly in the temple with his left fist.

The man's head snapped to one side, his eyes rolled back, and he spun around as he flew backward, his back shattering the innermost cubicle door.

Wood chips flew everywhere.

A third agent raised a cutting stick and stabbed Steve in the back.

"Steve!"

Natasha's voice came from the doorway.

At the same time, Darcy's slow light fell on the soldier.

However, even without a reminder.

Steve also heard the noise behind him.

The super soldier's hearing allows him to accurately determine even the location where a water droplet lands.

Swish!

The stainless steel water pipe collided with the cutting rod, sending the deadly orange light beam flying out.

Immediately afterwards, Steve's left knee struck the agent in the abdomen.

Uh!

The agent was turned into a shrimp.

Steve grabbed him by the collar, lifted him up, and slammed him to the ground.

One of the tiles is broken.

The agent was foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

Three people, in less than ten seconds.

The bathroom floor was covered in water, mixed with broken tiles and wood chips.

The burst pipe was still spraying water, soaking Steve's blond hair.

"That's it?"

Darcy peeked in through the doorway, still clutching the cup of cocoa in his hand.

"It's over." Steve threw away the U-shaped water pipe and shook the water off his hands.

Natasha strode in and squatted down to examine the three agents.

One had a broken wrist, one was unconscious, and the last one was thrown around in a daze.

But they were still breathing.

"Are you alright?" Natasha looked up at him.

"Their bats didn't touch me."

Steve pinched the bruise on his shoulder and grinned.

"The injuries were caused by them crashing into us when they rushed in."

"How do you know we can't let that thing touch us?" Barton leaned against the doorframe, his face full of doubt.

Steve glanced down at the scissor sticks rolling on the ground, his eyes cold.

"Once bitten, twice shy. I have to be wary of even S.H.I.E.L.D. agents!"

"Whether it's a stun gun or some kind of glowing thing, just take it down first."