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Natasha's fingers tightened slowly into a fist, her eyes flashing with cold killing intent.
"Jack, that damned animal… one day I'll tear him to pieces."
Jack sat nearby with a faint smile hidden on his face, though inwardly he almost burst out laughing.
"Oh? I believe you can definitely achieve it, sir," he said seriously. "After all, you're incredibly fierce."
Inside, however, Jack was already imagining the scene with great interest.
How exactly would she tear him to pieces?
That was something worth seeing personally.
Outside the Quinjet, the night sky above Germany flashed with streaks of lightning and burning fire. The battlefield below had already descended into chaos. Loki's clones filled the streets while terrified civilians fled in every direction.
Then—
A red-and-gold figure dived from the clouds like a missile.
Iron Man.
Tony Stark's palms glowed white as he extended both hands forward.
BOOM!
Two blazing repulsor blasts exploded directly into Loki's chest.
"UGH!"
Loki let out a pained roar as the energy slammed him violently across the square. The illusions surrounding the crowd vanished instantly as the real Loki crashed heavily onto the pavement.
Tony landed dramatically on the ground, smoke rising from the armor.
"Okay," Tony said casually, "that's enough theater for one night."
Loki slowly lifted his head.
Then suddenly—
"I surrender."
The golden armor around his body faded away slowly as Loki calmly raised both hands.
Tony blinked.
"That was easier than expected."
Steve Rogers walked forward carefully, shield still raised. Even he seemed slightly suspicious about how quickly Loki gave up.
"Good boy," Tony mocked while pointing at Loki.
Steve looked toward Tony and gave a small nod.
"Mr. Stark."
Tony turned toward him with a grin.
"Captain America. You know, when I was a kid, my father talked about you nonstop. Kinda annoying, honestly."
Steve smiled awkwardly. "I'll take that as a compliment."
Before Tony could continue joking, Natasha's voice echoed from behind.
"Can the reunion wait? We still need to transport him."
The Quinjet descended slowly onto the street.
Wind blasted across the square as the rear hatch opened.
Tony casually walked over, grabbed Loki by the arm like carrying luggage, and dragged him toward the aircraft.
"Come on, reindeer games."
Loki merely smiled calmly.
Jack watched everything from inside the Quinjet with hidden amusement.
Everything was proceeding exactly like the movie.
No.
Even more entertaining than the movie.
Soon everyone boarded the Quinjet, and the aircraft lifted into the dark sky once more.
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Inside the Quinjet cabin, the atmosphere became strange.
Loki sat restrained in the center, hands locked in specialized cuffs. Steve remained nearby cautiously, while Natasha piloted the aircraft from the front.
Tony removed his Iron Man helmet with a mechanical hiss and leaned lazily against the wall.
"Miss Romanoff," Tony said casually, "long time no see. I still remember when you infiltrated Stark Industries pretending to be my secretary."
Natasha smirked slightly without turning around.
"Really? I thought the person you missed wasn't me."
Tony's expression stiffened briefly.
Pepper.
Even after all this time, hearing her name still stabbed painfully into his chest.
He forced out a smile anyway.
"I'm optimistic these days."
Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Didn't expect that."
Tony looked out the window silently for several seconds before speaking again.
"What's the point of staying depressed forever? Pain's still pain. Life keeps moving."
Steve nodded slightly.
"We all have people we want to protect."
Tony's eyes darkened faintly.
"Yes. Especially Jack."
The moment that name was spoken, the atmosphere inside the Quinjet subtly changed.
Tony's fingers tightened.
"I'm waiting for him to appear again," Tony said coldly. "And next time… I'll make him understand I'm not the same helpless guy he toyed with before."
Loki suddenly laughed from the corner.
"You mortals speak about Jack as though he were some great demon."
Tony glanced toward him coldly.
"You don't know anything about him."
"Oh?" Loki smiled mockingly. "Actually, I know quite a lot. He stole something important from me."
Steve frowned. "What exactly?"
"The Casket of Ancient Winters," Loki replied darkly. "A weapon capable of freezing entire worlds. If he truly decides to use it on Earth…" Loki paused intentionally before smiling. "You people will experience a very interesting Ice Age."
Steve's expression immediately changed.
Tony's eyes narrowed.
Only Jack almost laughed internally.
Interesting.
Loki was intentionally exaggerating to pressure them psychologically.
Jack suddenly spoke up loudly from the side.
"Loki, stop boosting other people's confidence while lowering your own morale. Jack might be dangerous, but S.H.I.E.L.D. has Iron Man, Captain America, and even the Hulk."
Loki slowly turned his head toward Jack.
"And who are you?"
"Tom," Jack replied proudly. "Future elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
Loki looked completely uninterested.
Tony, however, burst into laughter.
"Kid, I like your spirit."
Jack immediately looked excited.
"Mr. Stark, I've always admired you greatly. Especially your spirit of repeatedly getting beaten down and standing back up stronger."
Tony's expression froze slightly.
"…That sounded like praise and insult combined together."
Jack scratched his head innocently.
"Pure praise."
Inside, however, Jack was already smiling wickedly.
Yes.
Tony absolutely needed more oppression.
That was how growth happened.
Tony pointed casually toward Jack.
"You know, Stark Industries could use loyal people like you. Money, cars, women—you'd have everything."
Jack immediately shook his head righteously.
"No. I'm a principled person. Beauty and money can't shake my loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D."
Natasha glanced sideways at him.
For some reason, every word coming out of this guy's mouth sounded fake.
Tony sighed dramatically.
"Another poor soul trapped in government employment."
Loki watched the conversation silently, amusement flickering in his eyes.
These humans really were entertaining.
Then suddenly—
BOOOOM!
Thunder exploded outside the Quinjet.
The aircraft shook violently.
Blue-white lightning spread wildly across the clouds outside like giant serpents dancing through the sky.
Natasha frowned immediately.
"Why is there suddenly a storm?"
Loki slowly smiled.
"Because someone's here."
His smile widened further.
"The person who follows thunder wherever he goes."
CRASH!
Something slammed heavily onto the roof of the Quinjet.
The entire aircraft shook violently.
Tony immediately stood up.
Steve tightened his grip on the shield.
Jack's eyes flashed with excitement.
Thor.
Finally.
Tony opened the rear hatch instantly and walked toward the storm outside.
"What are you planning?" Steve asked.
Tony smirked confidently.
"Teaching the thunder guy some manners."
Before anyone could stop him—
BOOM!
A massive figure crashed directly through the opening.
A red cape whipped violently in the wind.
A giant hammer crackled with lightning.
Thor.
Without hesitation, Thor swung Mjolnir directly into Tony's armor.
BANG!
Tony was smashed backward violently.
"Loki!" Thor roared.
He rushed toward Loki instantly, grabbed him by the collar, and leaped straight out of the Quinjet into the storm.
Tony stood back up angrily.
"He just stole my prisoner!"
Steve immediately moved toward the hatch.
"We need to stop them."
Natasha frowned.
"Captain, they're gods."
Steve calmly strapped on his parachute.
"There's only one God. And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that."
Then Steve jumped out into the storm.
Jack almost applauded.
Captain America really did have heroic charisma.
Even if he was weaker than the others, his stubbornness alone made people respect him.
Natasha shook her head helplessly.
"One group of insane people."
Jack leaned casually against the wall.
"Actually, I understand Captain America pretty well."
Natasha glanced at him.
"You sound like you know him personally."
Jack smiled slightly.
"I'm very good at reading people."
Inside, however, Jack's thoughts were completely different.
How should he punish Natasha next time?
That was the truly important question.
Natasha looked at him suspiciously again.
"You really don't feel like an ordinary soldier."
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"My thinking has always been extraordinary."
Natasha smirked faintly.
"Haven't noticed."
Jack's smile deepened slightly.
"You will."