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

"Jane! Scan!" Steve was the first to react.

Jane had been scanning for a while; her bracelet had been calculating non-stop ever since Pietro disappeared.

Ten fingers swipe rapidly across the holographic projection, bringing up one set of data after another.

Three seconds later, her fingers stopped.

"wrong."

"What's wrong?" Wanda rushed to her side.

Jane stared at the projection on the bracelet, her pupils contracting slightly.

"No spatial displacement record."

"What do you mean?"

"He hasn't moved." Jane's voice was a little tense. "At least in terms of spatial dimension, he hasn't left this room."

"He's nowhere to be seen and you're telling me he didn't leave?" Star-Lord poked his head out from behind the sofa.

Jian did not answer, but switched the display mode on the bracelet, changing the color of the holographic projection from blue to amber.

New data pops up.

Everyone's attention was drawn to that set of data.

Because that set of data is not spatial coordinates... it's time readings.

And those numbers are flowing backwards at an alarming rate.

It's not the gradual decrease of a normal countdown; it's a precipitous jump.

2024……2019……1997……1843……公元前2000……公元前一万……

The numbers are still dropping.

collapsed.

"The readings have gone awry!"

Jane slapped the side of the bracelet hard, the projection shook twice, and the numbers continued to plummet.

100,000 BC.

One million BC.

65 million BC.

The number jumped wildly a few times at this position, then got stuck.

It is stuck 65 million years ago.

"Sixty-five million years ago..." Doctor Strange repeated the number softly, his cloak suddenly billowing up behind him.

"The Cretaceous period," Jane blurted out.

The living room fell silent once again.

But this silence was different from before. Before, it was from confusion; now it was from fear.

"Tell me," Darcy said, emphasizing each word, "that Pietro traveled to the age of dinosaurs?"

"It's not that I ran to..." Jane started to correct him, her mouth agape, unable to finish her sentence.

Because she wasn't sure what verb to use to describe what had just happened.

"Don't panic." Li Ang opened a can of soda behind the counter, hissed as he pulled the tab, and took a swig.

"You said don't panic?!" Wanda turned to face him, her voice already barely under control.

"He'll be back." Li Ang placed the soda on the counter. "Within five seconds."

"How could you...?"

Wanda's words were interrupted.

Because that tooth-grinding high-frequency vibration came again from above the ceiling.

More intense than the first time.

The entire gashapon shop was shaking.

The sign hanging on the wall fell down with a thud, and the gashapon shells on the shelf clattered and rolled all over the floor.

Groot instinctively spread his tree arms to shield Rocket and Drax behind him.

Steve crouched down, lowering his center of gravity.

Doctor Strange's two magic shields reopened.

Crackling sounds!

Golden lightning burst forth from the air.

Not just one, but dozens.

A terrifying storm of electric arcs hovered in mid-air above the living room, the crackling golden light turning everyone's faces amber.

At the eye of the storm, countless translucent figures overlapped.

Every single figure is Pietro.

But each one has a different posture...

Some were running, some were flipping over, some were bracing themselves with their hands on the ground, and some were lying on their backs.

A fleeting shadow of time.

Dozens of layers of time-residual images are superimposed together, forming an extremely bizarre holographic collage.

Bang! !

The storm exploded at its highest point.

An entity burst out of the golden shards of light and crashed onto the floor in the center of the living room, shattering the wooden planks.

Dust rose up.

The smell of burning food hit me.

Pietro lay on the ground, his face pressed against the broken planks, white smoke rising from his body.

His battle suit was mostly charred black, the surface of his Tuona armor was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, his silver hair had turned charred yellow, and the ends of his hair were still sizzling and sparking.

But he is alive.

He was breathing heavily, his limbs were outstretched, and his chest was heaving violently.

"Pietro!" Wanda threw down her wand and rushed over, slamming her knees into the broken planks of wood, grabbing his shoulders and flipping him over.

Pietro's face was covered in soot, making him look like a coal miner; only his eyes were still moving, and the golden sparks in his pupils were slowly fading.

"Where are you hurt? Can you speak?"

Pietro's lips moved, and he let out a muffled groan.

"What is he holding in his arms?" Steve noticed something was wrong.

Everyone's eyes turned downwards. Pietro had his arms crossed over his chest, tightly protecting a round, plump object.

An egg.

The size of a basketball.

The shell is grayish-brown, covered with mud and some kind of transparent, viscous liquid. The shell surface is uneven and has a rough texture.

It has patterns on it.

The patterns are not man-made, but naturally formed scale-like grooves.

The air was filled with an extremely primal, fishy smell, mixed with a heavy earthy aroma.

"What is this thing?" Rocket poked his head out from behind Groot, sniffing twice. "Smells like organic matter... an animal?"

Jane's bracelet automatically activated a biological scan on the egg, and the results popped up three seconds later.

She froze.

"DNA sequence matching complete... Theropoda, Tyrannosauridae, Tyrannosaurus Rex."

Jane's voice was dry and lifeless.

"This is a... Tyrannosaurus Rex egg."

The living room was so quiet that only Pietro's panting could be heard.

Drax was the first to break the silence: "What is a Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

"The ultimate predator in Midgard 65 million years ago."

Doctor Strange answered for him, his voice flat, but the magic shields on his hands did not retract.

"Wait, wait."

Star-Lord slowly stood up from behind the sofa, pointed at the egg, then at Pietro, his mouth opening and closing several times.

"Did you just go to the dinosaur era and steal an egg?"

Pietro finally mustered the strength to speak.

He coughed lightly, exhaling a small puff of black smoke, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"You absolutely won't believe it..."

He struggled to sit up from Wanda's arms, refusing to let go of the dinosaur egg he was holding.

"I just saw a meteorite the size of the moon crash down."

"Then I picked up an egg on the way back."

The game went silent.

A full five seconds.

"Am I Groot?" Groot's wooden head was full of question marks.

Pietro grinned, revealing his teeth covered in black ash, and gave him a thumbs up.

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Pietro's body was still smoking, and several holes were burned in his battle suit, revealing the reddened flesh underneath.

But what truly unsettled everyone present was the golden arcs of electricity still lingering around his body.

Tiny lightning bolts danced across his skin, and with each flicker, objects within half a meter would tremble.

The cup is shaking.

The table legs are shaking.

Jane's wristband projection screen kept flashing static.

"The residual energy on you is interfering with the magnetic field of the entire room." Jane frowned and took a half step back. "My equipment is about to burn out."

"I want to stop too!" Pietro grinned. "It won't listen to me!"