Beginning

The three men's expressions became brilliant!

Whether it was Thor's perception or Stark's infrared scanning, yet no other creatures existed in this area besides them!

Stark raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that the blow you just delivered was too powerful? Did it grind Loki into cinders?"

"Hmph!" Thor gave Stark a cold look, "Loki is much more powerful than you!"

"Him? You mean that weakling? Or is there another powerful god named Loki in Asgard?"

"He is indeed quite powerful." Rogers added from the sidelines.

Stark didn't utter any sarcasm after hearing this, but instead stood aside, completely lacking the energy he had just used to pursue the God of Thunder.

"Hey! Stark, and ..."

"I'm Thor."

"Thor? Okay." Rogers nodded, "We don't really know each other, but in this case, shouldn't we find Loki first?"

"Precisely."

After getting an answer from Thor, Rogers turned his head to Tony, "Stark?"

'Mark's' right arm armor casually raised upwards, and even though the human face was hidden under a golden mask, Rogers and Thor could detect that the other party didn't care about the matter at all.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you guys, Loki's at 'Nightmare'."

Compared to Rogers' relief, Thor's side frowned again and murmured, "Nightmare? Sounds familiar ..."

'Mark' took a few steps forward, tapping Rogers on the shoulder as he crossed over, "I have a feeling the slut would be familiar with any pretty girl."

"Huh?" Thor's eyes widened angrily, subconsciously tightening the Thor's hammer in his hand, "Who are you calling a slut!"

'Mark' put his arm on Rogers' shoulder, "No, you may have misunderstood something. This word has many meanings, and it's even more interesting when it's changed into Chinese, if you can swim in the internet of Far East China, you'll know that I'm actually praising you!"

Turning his head part sideways, he looked at Rogers, "Isn't that right, Captain."

Thor's eyes shifted towards Rogers as Captain America's face stiffened slightly, "The truth is that I've been asleep for so many years that I haven't been privy to some of the current buzzwords. But ... Maybe he's right this time."

Thor's grip on Thor's hammer loosened in his right hand, his aura decaying, "I don't need your compliments."

"Is that so? That's a shame."

The sound of breaking air resounded in the sky, the three of them subconsciously looked towards the air, a black and red painted, aggressive manned armor appeared in the sky above this "soccer field", and behind it floated Loki, whose hands and feet were bound together by invisible forces.

"Is it over?"

The young girl's voice came from the air, and Stark only made a helpless gesture of waving his hands, "As you can see. This big man destroyed the entire forest."

"What else is there to say?"

"Uh ..." Tony stretched his tones, unable to find anything too good to say for a moment.

'Nightmare' looked towards Thor, "No need to worry about anything, S.H.I.E.L.D. will naturally take care of things here, but shouldn't we return now? That Fury guy is about to go crazy."

"Yes, that guy should be seen in a mental hospital, being a nervous wreck all day can lead to sexual impotence."

"Tsk tsk." Madsan smashed his mouth, "Stark, when did you learn to talk with your mouth full of dirty jokes? Or telling it in front of an underage girl without changing your face."

"Uh .... Please don't be using the term 'underage', I have a feeling it's about to get played out by you. As for when you learned to be full of dirty jokes ..." Stark looked to Rogers and whispered, "It was after meeting him."

Rogers turned his head sideways, and even with the hood covering the upper half of his face, you could still see his expression at that moment in it.

Quite ridiculous!

If he and Fury were siblings, it would be a "black question mark" emoticon!

"You ..." Thor, standing in the scum of the tree, deliberated for a moment.

"You're the Earthling who helped Vostag and the others last time?"

"Uh-huh."

Even though the young girl used a nasal voice to answer him, Thor didn't care, instead, a smile appeared on his face, his body bowed slightly and performed an ancient etiquette to Madsan, "Thank you for saving Shiv, if it wasn't for you, to be honest, Worstag and the others would have been absolutely out of luck."

"No need to be polite, after all, I was only trying to protect the residents and the town."

Madsan uttered these words with a clear conscience, it was fortunate that Coulson wasn't here, otherwise, his expression would have been quite wonderful!

"You are a well-deserved brave man! Standing up to the Destroyer alone in order to protect your home from the invaders. If you were an Asgardian, you would surely receive much honor."

Madoka was dumbfounded in her mind, but kept her smile on her face in an "awkward yet polite" manner.

While Thor caught his breath, he spoke, "I'll call Romanov to lower the fighter, and we'll have a nice chat when we get back to the Sky Carrier."

The two men and the god both said yes, and as for Loki? Sorry, captives are pretty good at keeping the most basic of human rights!

...

"Giggle! ~"

The air pressure stabilized and Loki was led into a large glass tank by the staff.

The black director was still in his black overcoat, and it was not clear if that was standard attire or just his unique fetish.

But then again, as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., it should still be easy to ask the Bureau for a costume change, right?

Although funds were tight, that was only relative to military item expenses. Normal clothing, daily necessities, and whatnot, could be considered a drop in the bucket.

Fury walked over to the console at the front of the glass prison, his fingers constantly tapping back and forth on the screen.

The one remaining one-eye didn't even look toward Loki.

"Just to be clear, if you try to escape, even scratch the glass a little."

Fury pressed the button and the steel beneath the large glass jar suddenly contracted inward, air currents surging wildly into the air carrier!

Fury raised his volume, "And you'll go right down, along with this prison, from ten thousand meters in the air! Got it?"

Spreading his hands out, he gestured between the glass prison and the console, and said in a single word, "Now you're the ant, and I'm the boot."

Loki spreads a smile and takes a few steps back from the edge of the glass prison to reach the center.

That mysterious, inscrutable smile really wanted someone to punch him in the face!

Eyes seem to be casually looking at Fury, but both men are keeping a close eye on each other.

"Let's see, this ... cage, let's call it a cage, it shouldn't be specially prepared for me, right?"

"Of course." Fury said without thinking, "He's a lot scarier compared to you."

Loki raised an eyebrow, "I know, a big green monster right? Sickening skin color, irrationally stupid! Trust me, you're going to regret bringing him aboard this air carrier."

"He's just a stupid beast who pretends he's a normal human, how desperate are you? To find such a monster to use as reinforcements?!"

"How desperate am I?" Fury asked rhetorically, "You threaten us with war, wanting energy you simply cannot control! You have freedom on your lips, but you take pleasure in wielding a butcher's knife! You're the one who made me desperate, and you'll regret what you've done, I promise."

"Wow~" Loki stood in his glass prison and locked eyes with Fury, his face full of mockery, his eyes as if they held the power to see through people!

"It must be infuriating for you to lose all the credit, right? Get the Tesseract and possess the energy in it, the endless energy."

Loki took two more steps back, an enigmatic and mysterious smile on his face, "Use it for what? To light the way forward for humanity? And then recognize true power for what it is."

Fury quirked a smile from the corner of his mouth there and turned towards the control room, "Remember to tell me if the 'real power' wants to read a magazine to relieve his boredom."

Seeing Fury leave, Loki looks up over at the camera, his smile still intact.

Inside the high platform on the side of the Air and Space Carrier's control room on the adjacent side, similar to a small conference room, Dr. Banner took a look at Rogers and laughed, "You're all mesmerized watching him, aren't you."

Rogers looked away from the screen and said seriously, "Loki's stalling."

Looking up at Thor, "Thor, do you have any idea what Loki is up to?"

Thor stood with his hands clasped to his chest at the side of the conference table and said in a deep voice, "He has an army of Zyreta, and they are not from Asgard or any known world. Loki wants to lead them in an attack on Earth, and they will assist Loki in taking it."

"Afterward, I suspect Loki will give them the Tesseract to complete the deal."

Rogers' brow furrowed deeply, even to the point of forming a 'chuan' in his brow area!

"They came from outer space?"

Dr. Banner removed his glasses, "Then they must be building another portal, which is why Loki took Eric Shavig."

"Erik?" Something loomed in Thor's mind.

Dr. Banner subconsciously replied, "Erik Schavig, he's an astrophysicist, a friend of mine."

A flash of depression flashed across Thor's face, and he heard Natasha say, "Loki controlled him with some kind of magic that included one of our agents."

And Rogers, apparently not caring about that, turned toward Banner and asked, "So why was Loki captured so easily by us? He can't command any large army here."

Dr. Banner put his glasses back on from new, his face bitter, "I don't think we should be focusing on Loki, he's elusive, and in a way, he's just crazy."

"Watch your mouth." Thor stared at Dr. Banner, "As unreasonable as Loki is, he is still an Asgardian! And my brother."

Natasha sat back and glanced at Thor, "But he killed eighty humans in two days."

Thor was silent for a moment, "Not a real brother."

"Hey, I heard you guys talking about shmagic in your headsets just now, obviously we have one here, why don't you go ask her?"

The crowd looked towards the source of the voice and realized that Stark, the tart, had long since changed into a suit and was accompanied by Coulson, a prominent S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

"One?" Natasha questioned, "A wizard?"

"Of course!" Stark looked certain, "Would I lie to you?"

"Then who is she? It can't be that little princess of Ambra, can it?"

Stark kept walking forward, not caring about Natasha's speculation, and blushed slightly when he saw Thor, the God of Thunder.

"Hey..! We are indeed not fighting, and I have to say, that was quite a hit you made!"

Stark slapped Thor's strong arm as he passed by, but it was indeed an unmissable act of kindness for Tony.

Hands in the pockets of his suit pants, "Where were you guys?"

"It's iridium ..."

"About who can give us a little magical advice."

Dr. Banner hadn't just opened his mouth to speak before Natasha beat him to it, and in the spirit of ladies first, Dr. Banner shut up again.

"Ohhhhhh." Tony reached out a hand and nodded vaguely in the air, "Let's see, did you just say Ambra's little princess?"

"Right?" Natasha frowned, "What's that?"

"She didn't blackmail you when she heard?!"

Tony looked incredulous.

"Why?"

"Well." Tony no longer wanted to talk further on the subject, "It seems she has nothing on you in her hands."

Natasha had been restless after Barton had been controlled by Loki with 'mind magic', and now she was even less in the mood to be playing that charades-type game with Tony.

"For magic, the little Embracer ... Uh ... Brooks does have some research, and if Shavig or anyone else controlled by Loki appeared in front of Brooks, it would simply be small potatoes."

"Ah le ah le, Mr. Stark said people are almost embarrassed it."

Tony turned toward the door to look, a face of incredible expression, "You are not back to New York? What are you doing here so late? Want to spend the night on the air carrier?"

"Oh~" Tony draws out a long tone, toward Madoka, "You know what? This is a disaster for a girl, and at this hour, good children should be home in bed!"

Madsan raised her willow eyebrows slightly, her burgundy eyes squeezed into a pretty crescent moon shape by her smile.

"Mr. Stark, I don't know before, who even told me to stop talking in terms of 'underage', what's wrong now? Have I degenerated into a plus-sized baby?"

Tony stopped walking, his eyes swept back and forth to Maniac Three's petite body, and ran his hand through his sexy moustache, "If it's really a plus-sized baby, I guess there will be a lot of motherly men to adopt you."

At this time, sitting at the conference table, Captain Rogers, eyebrow clamps that can almost squeeze ants! Obviously unhappy with Tony's style.

"Stark! This is not the time for your personal prom!"

Tony turned and smashed his mouth, "Well, Captain Rogers, do you have anything to add? Or do you have a good battle plan?"

Rogers stood up and stared at Tony seriously, "My plan, at least, will never be as simple as just the word 'attack'!"

Natasha also stood up from her seat, but her gaze did not linger on the two men, instead crossing over to Tony and looking towards Maniac Three.

"Little ... Tokizaki, do you really have a solution to the control magic laid down by Loki?"

"If I can see them in the flesh."