A kebab shop a few blocks from Stark Tower.
Tony and Fury, each holding a half-eaten skewer of kebab, fell into silence.
Stark Tower had been destroyed, leaving it almost as empty as Osborn Tower...
No, at least many of the facilities inside Osborn Tower hadn't been burned to the ground, nor had its ceiling been broken.
In any case, for the sake of convenience, Tony and Fury had picked a nearby place to eat. After the food was served, they had cleared the area.
It was just that the food tasted...
Even a dog would shake its head!
Fury tossed the kebab in his hand aside, glanced at Natasha, who was tilting her head back and gulping down water, and then said:
"You're saying the Heatblast that appeared at Stark Industries called himself a 'Security Officer of the Galactic Plumbers'?"
"That's what he said." Tony picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, then took a drink to rinse.
Even now, he hadn't taken off his Battle Armor. Stark Tower was destroyed, and his workshop was gone.
The Mark 4 still required mechanical assistance to put on and take off.
"For more information, shouldn't you be asking Norman Osborn?"
He brought up several pictures.
"The Lizard Man in Williamsburg, the Dinosaur Man who attacked Midtown High School, and that monster tonight..."
The three photos were more terrifying than the last.
"Biotechnology is Osborn's specialty. Stark used to be in the arms industry, and now they've switched to selling energy."
Tony put on an expression of "what does this have to do with me," and with a flick of his phone, said with a relaxed expression:
"I've already decided to claim damages from Osborn."
He did have money, but that didn't mean he wanted to be taken advantage of.
His building had been destroyed for no reason, so of course he wasn't going to suffer in silence.
"I'm afraid he won't be able to give you any compensation," Fury said, shaking his head.
With such a major incident, he, as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., had already investigated Osborn.
However, the current Osborn Corporation was already in dire straits.
"Norman Osborn was almost kicked off the Board of Directors, and now all the blame has been pushed onto a researcher named Curt Connors."
Fury sighed deeply.
He wasn't lamenting the decline of the Osborn Corporation, but rather because Connors was now missing, and his research results had disappeared with him.
Such dangerous research, how could S.H.I.E.L.D. not preserve it!
Keeping such dangerous things locked away in S.H.I.E.L.D. was like keeping a Talisman in Sector 13.
One word!
Safe!
In his opinion, everything should be in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D., and every organization should be under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s supervision, otherwise it was a threat!
Fury had never heard of the so-called Galactic Plumbers before, but that didn't stop him from considering them a hypothetical enemy.
"No matter what this so-called Galactic Plumbers has done, we must be prepared to make them our enemies in the end," he said.
He looked at Tony Stark, guessing that the Heatblast might not be an Earthling, but an Alien.
As for the Galactic Plumbers, he also planned to check the data left by the Skrulls when he got back.
But he didn't share this information with Tony.
Instead, he said, "Regardless, we're on the same side now. I hope we can be more honest with each other regarding intelligence."
"Of course!"
Tony nodded sincerely, not mentioning XLR8, whom he had met before.
These two, put together, had at least eight hundred minds, and not a single word they said could be trusted.
After a while, the two parted ways.
Tony ultimately did not join the Avengers, mainly because Nick Fury and his superiors hadn't reached an agreement yet, and whether the Avengers could even be formed was still up in the air.
"I'm heading back, Agent Romanoff, Agent Barton."
He said, striding onto the Quinjet in his black trench coat.
Natasha, having recovered from her dehydrated state, felt much more comfortable now.
She had been stuck in the ventilation shaft at the time, and when the Heatblast rushed into Stark Tower, he had almost dried her out. Even her underwear was wet.
Watching Nick Fury leave, Tony lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
Regardless, at least one thing the black man said resonated with him: he should be prepared to be enemies with the so-called "Galactic Plumbers."
"If this Heatblast is my enemy, how can I deal with him?"
He thought.
"Jarvis, update the file."
Night.
Ben returned to Queens with the Variometer left by Animo.
By this time, Peter was already waiting for him at the dining table with Uncle Ben and Aunt May.
"That was quite a scare today. I'm glad you're both okay!"
Aunt May didn't fully relax until she saw him with her own eyes. She wiped the tears from her eyes with her wrinkled hands and hugged him tightly.
She was referring to the school attack that day.
"Spider-Man saved Peter and me," Ben said, having already coordinated his story with Peter.
"It seems he's truly a good person," Uncle Ben remarked.
Spider-Man had only appeared a few days ago, and most of the online and mainstream media reviews were rather negative. However, Ben's words managed to change Uncle Ben and Aunt May's impression of Spider-Man.
"I hope you and Peter can both learn from him and do your best to help those in need!" Uncle Ben emphasized.
Aunt May, however, retorted with displeasure, "Helping others is fine, but learning to fight those monsters like he does is not! It's too dangerous!"
She pulled Ben down to sit with her.
The family ate dinner together.
Afterward, Ben helped with the dishes while Uncle Ben sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, still trying to find a job through this old-fashioned method.
Back in the room, Peter followed him in.
He had already seen most of what happened on the news and now came to get the details.
"Connors has turned back to normal."
Hearing this, Peter breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he lay on Ben's bed and said, "School probably won't be in session for a few days. How about it, want to be Spider-Man with me?"
"No, I have something to do tomorrow," Ben said, then added as if remembering something, "Oh, right, remember to find Connors when you have time. He plans to give you his camera."
Peter originally had his own camera, but it was destroyed by Connors later. Now Connors intended to give him his own equipment.
Even though it was in the sewer, the equipment was top-of-the-line.
"That's great!"
"Now I can take pictures of Spider-Man again!"
Peter was very happy.
A little while later, Ben heard Aunt May calling from downstairs:
"Benny, Peter, Mary Jane is here!"
"She's probably here for you."
Peter knew his place, but he still went downstairs with Ben, greeted her briefly, and then left.
Mary Jane was the same as always, with fiery red hair and dimples on both sides of her mouth that made her look beautiful.
"I saw the light on in your room."
She said somewhat nervously, fiddling with the hem of her clothes.
"Are you okay?"
Even though he had reported he was safe over the phone, Mary Jane couldn't help but rush over to confirm Ben wasn't injured.
"I'm fine," Ben repeated his previous explanation.
"That's good, I just came to ask..." Mary Jane stammered, feeling the atmosphere suddenly become awkward for some reason.
"Then I'll... head back..."
"Don't you want to come up to my room and sit for a while?"
Ben replied that his room was quite spacious.
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