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

The vertical pupils of the Golden Requiem slowly lit up.

Loki walked slowly toward Peter, his golden stand-in following silently, each step carrying an extremely steady and oppressive force.

"Wait, wait a minute..."

Peter Parker backed away, his heels hitting the wall, and he was stuck against the wall, unable to slide down.

"The venom I sprayed just now was to save you! To save you! Not to attack you!"

"Save." Loki repeated the word, a slow smile spreading across his face, as if he were savoring something.

Peter shrank behind Tony in despair.

"Don't hide here." Tony didn't move.

"Teacher Tony!" Peter's voice rose eight octaves.

Tony sighed, the symbiote spreading up his right arm, the bio-armor covering his entire body.

He stepped aside to block Peter, his expression sour, but his eyes were already fixed on Loki's movements.

"Alright, Bambi, I've granted your revenge plan. Today, I'll play the role of a loving father for you."

Tony stretched his neck, his tone dismissive.

"But if you dare to use anything conceptual on Parker, I'll return the favor with a Rasengan today."

Wayne had already quietly pulled out the Galaxy Spark, his thumb pressing on the unlocking latch on the side, and staring at Loki expressionlessly.

Patton didn't draw his bow, but his center of gravity had already shifted, a typical anticipation move for top archers.

"Get out of the way, Stark."

Loki stopped two meters in front of Tony, looking down at the way Tony was blocking Peter, and the corners of his mouth actually widened a bit.

"No."

"My goal is Parker."

"I saw it." Tony said sternly. "I wouldn't let you near him; that's called obstruction."

Loki gave a meaningful snort, then raised his right hand.

The vertical pupils of the Golden Requiem lit up.

The golden stand-in behind Loki raised his fist in sync, and that oppressive aura spread out once again.

"Jarvis..." Tony's voice trailed off.

"All data has been reset to zero, making it impossible to calculate effective attack or defense methods."

Tony clenched his fist, and Armament Haki began to gather on the surface of his right arm, with a black aura slowly converging towards his fist.

The fist struck.

Golden, filling the field of vision, silent.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh..." Peter clutched his head and screamed in agony.

Tony stubbornly kept his eyes open.

then……

Nothing happened.

The golden fist shadow did not tear through the symbiote armor, did not generate any shockwave, and did not even make a sound.

Countless golden specks of light exploded from the fist's shadow, scattering in all directions as if casually thrown out.

These points of light passed through Tony's breastplate.

It passed through his body.

It burrowed straight into the bodies of Peter behind him, and Barton and Wayne on his flanks.

"Um?"

Peter Parker slowly raised his head from his screaming state, squinting to make sure he was still alive.

Then he let out a groan that sounded extremely undignified yet pleasurable.

"Hmm!"

That was the lingering venomous backlash from the inner layer of the Qirubas armor, which suddenly vanished.

What does it mean to suddenly disappear?

It's like the pain that used to prick your spine like needles, and then it suddenly disappears. It's a feeling of emptiness that makes your entire spine feel lighter.

"I...I don't feel pain anymore?" Peter stared at the back of his hand, where the slightly purple blood vessels that had been affected by the venom were visibly fading and returning to normal.

"What's going on?"

Patton stood there, watching his right hand slowly unfold.

He had been drawing a bow for many years, and the chronic strain on his shoulder joints had long been his old friend. Before exerting force, he always had to get used to that vague, dull pain.

The pain is gone now.

He rotated his wrist once, then again.

There was no resistance whatsoever; my joints were as flexible as if I were on my first day of training.

Wayne was much calmer than the other two. He simply loosened his grip on the Galaxy Spark and looked down at his clasped right palm.

He didn't speak, but slowly clenched his fist, loosened it, and then clenched it again.

The chronic pain caused by minor bone misalignments left from long-term fighting has completely disappeared.

The hall was silent for a few seconds.

"Negative state, reset to zero."

Li Ang sat in the boss's chair and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The requiem for gold is reduced to zero not only in relation to attacks and causality directed at the holder," he paused, "but also in all that the holder perceives as negative."

"So..." Harry was the first to realize, his super brain working at lightning speed, "He was just treating the three of them?"

"With your intelligence, you understood this in just three seconds, not bad."

Harry frowned, feeling that the praise he received was a bit inappropriate.

"So you weren't just looking for revenge?" Peter looked up at Loki, genuine confusion in his voice. "You went through all that trouble just to help us heal?"

Loki looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot and remained silent for about two seconds.

"I want revenge."

"What about just now...?"

"But I am a dignified god," Loki interrupted him, raising his chin arrogantly. "Of course I will retaliate in kind, but at least until you have a good beating."

"There's no point in fighting you now."

After he finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a moment again.

"So..." Barton began slowly, his voice as flat as ever, "you healed us first so we could take a beating normally?"

"right."

Thanks.

Patton held the Amber Bow horizontally in front of him, and the dragon flames on the bowstring suddenly ignited again, illuminating his face with a serene, dark purple light.

Loki nodded in satisfaction, then turned to Wayne with a defiant look in his eyes.

Wayne has raised the Galaxy Spark again, the blue crystal refracting neat spots of light under the indoor lights.

"Anytime is fine," Wayne said in a very flat tone.

"Get out of the way, Stark." Loki glanced sideways, gesturing to Tony, who was blocking the way.

"Wait a minute." Tony didn't move.

Loki's eyes narrowed.

Tony didn't look at him, but instead stared down at his outstretched right palm. The symbiote armor had quietly retracted, revealing ordinary palm prints.

He sensed something was wrong.

For a fleeting moment, he felt something when that golden light pierced through the symbiote armor…

The Yamadam Spirit Stone released the oppressive feeling that had been pressing down on it at that moment.

He quickly issued the command in his mind: "Jarvis, perform a self-check, especially the data at the symbiote layer."

"Sir, all the data on your armor has returned to normal. The minor erosion caused by the Grimd fel energy interference has been cleared."

"Cleared?"

"Yes, before Mr. Loki used that wisp of evil god's essence to toss coins, it caused about 0.3% corrosion to the armor. You didn't notice it at the time, but now..." Jarvis paused, "it's completely gone."

Tony slowly turned his head to look at Loki, who was still holding a haughty posture in mid-air.

Loki was staring at Barton and Wayne, dramatically smoothing out non-existent wrinkles and putting on a composed expression.

Tony's lips began to twitch uncontrollably.

"Bambi." He tried to make his tone sound normal.

"Hmm?" Loki didn't even turn his head.

"Did you also clear out that Golden Requiem folder for me just now?"

Loki finally turned his head and glanced at Tony with an indifferent expression.

"Your armor is contaminated with foreign fel energy; leaving it is a potential hazard."

"I'm not doing this on purpose to help you; I just don't like having dirty things around me."