Chapter 2066 - 2066 Half-real, Half-fake Show
2066 Half-real, Half-fake Show
Tony had no choice but to stop Peter again. “Alright, you can talk to him later. He can sign your chest.”
Peter asked, “Really?”
Although they couldn’t see his expression under the mask, the oldies present could imagine the delight on his face.
Tony: “…Really, but for now, keep quiet and let’s get down to business.”
Peter said, “Ah, no problem. I’ll keep…”
Tony mimed zipping his mouth shut.
Peter forcibly stopped himself from gushing and zipped his mouth shut.
Tony finally looked at Steve. “I don’t want you to tear the Avengers apart, which is why I’m doing my best to stop you…”
Steve said, “You did that when you signed the Sokovia Accords.”
Tony looked disappointed. “Enough. Hand Barnes over and come back with us. Otherwise, it’ll be the special ops guys that come after you, and they won’t hold back.”
Steve sighed inwardly. Was this the only way?
The special ops squad wasn’t a problem, but the key was that this was a government force.
If Steve and the others resisted and didn’t accept the amnesty, the only thing they could do was rebel.
The Avengers being labeled criminals would undoubtedly be a psychological blow to Steve’s side.
He turned his head and thought quickly.
Tony looked uneasy.
Deep down, he didn’t want the Avengers, which he had put a lot of effort into, to split up.
He hoped that Steve, his old comrade, would choose him this time, and that he would do his best to protect the Avengers.
That included spending a huge amount to ‘purchase’ some ‘logistic services’ from the bigshot who sold everything.
The bigshot naturally couldn’t deal with the government, but it wasn’t a big problem to deal with the people sent by the government to manage the Avengers.
But if Steve wasn’t willing to accept this strategy, the Avengers could only split up.
That was right, they would split up if there was no other choice!
Otherwise, Tony could’ve covered Steve’s side with dirt from dozens of kilometers away with his private spaceship, which was comparable with a second generation Trail Ship.
If it was a real enemy, blowing them up from hundreds of kilometers away wouldn’t be a problem.
This confrontation was half-real, half-fake.
They were all old comrades who had fought together for many years. Nobody would really be ruthless.
A moment later, Steve shook his head slowly. “Sorry. Bucky isn’t the murderer, and I won’t accept the Sokovia Accords.”
He then raised his hands.
A black arrow instantly shot through the web around his hands.
At the same time, Peter, who was watching the show from the top of a vehicle, suddenly felt a huge force under his chin, and he flipped 180 degrees in the air before falling to the ground.
A rapidly enlarging figure grabbed the shield and tossed it to Steve. “Your shield, Captain.”
Rhodes’s face darkened. “F*ck, it’s that guy.”