Tony thoroughly enjoyed the cheers of the crowd around him. Casually picking up the scepter from the ground, the white light in his palm dissipated.
Seeing this, Loki quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, the next moment, the white light that Tony had yet to retract shot out an energy-like rope, which automatically tied Loki up tightly.
After doing all this, Tony looked around, his face full of smugness.
"Guys, the clown has been subdued by me. Trust me, I can protect everything!"
Tony's pointed words went unnoticed; instead, they made the surrounding crowd even more restless. Especially those who had just been controlled by Loki to roll down, they practically worshipped Tony.
Seeing that today's public appearance had successfully concluded, Tony felt satisfied. He grabbed Loki, who was tied up like a dumpling, and prepared to leave.
However, at this moment, Steve stood in his way.
"You can't take him away!"
"Oh? Why not?"
Tony looked at Steve with interest, wanting to know how he would convince him.
Then Steve spoke up: "He needs to be taken to S.H.I.E.L.D., or sent to a prison. You have no right to take him."
"Pfft."
Tony sneered and looked at Steve.
"I can also send him to a prison, to a prison I built specifically to incarcerate these special individuals. Congress has already agreed to it. So what right does your S.H.I.E.L.D. have to take him? Don't you know that S.H.I.E.L.D. is an organization under the World Security Council? This is America."
After he finished speaking, seeing Steve frozen in place, he casually patted him on the shoulder.
"Capsicle, think carefully about who you are working for now."
After saying that, he directly grabbed Loki and soared into the sky.
Leaving Steve standing there blankly, his mind a tangled mess.
"Captain, what's wrong?"
Natasha walked up to Steve with a confused look, a bit puzzled as to why he just let Tony take Loki away.
With her arrival, Steve finally snapped back to reality and turned to look at her.
"Natasha, Tony said S.H.I.E.L.D. has no right to take that man away. What's going on?"
"Ah?"
Natasha was also taken aback by the question, but she quickly remembered Nick Fury being left speechless by Tony earlier, recalling that Tony seemed to be an extreme American nationalist.
Well, at least that's what she thought.
So she looked at Steve and shrugged.
"Although S.H.I.E.L.D. operates unhindered in America, if Tony Stark insists on saying so, he is actually right. When we carry out missions abroad, we basically use FBI or CIA identities. S.H.I.E.L.D. indeed lacks direct law enforcement authority."
"What?!"
Steve looked bewildered. He had just finished his rehabilitation training and had always thought he was working for America, only to find out now that he didn't even have an official identity.
While the two were discussing, Tony, flying in the air, suddenly felt Loki thrashing about in his grasp.
"What? Are you afraid of heights?"
Tony looked down at Loki, only to see Loki flash a toothy grin.
"No, I just hate that guy who likes to make thunder."
Hearing this, Tony looked up at the sky and saw that at some point, dark clouds had gathered, with thunder tumbling within them.
"Oh, that's really spectacular."
Tony joked, and then a figure moving at extreme speed descended from the sky, aiming straight for him.
Seeing this, Tony let go of Loki. As he crossed his arms over his chest, the patterns on his armor bloomed with golden light, wrapping him in a golden shield.
The next instant, a hammer wrapped in lightning smashed heavily onto his arms.
The armor was struck away, crashing toward the ground like a cannonball.
Loki, who had been dropped from the sky by Tony, didn't seem to care at all that he was plummeting from a thousand meters high, showing a wicked smile.
"That's why I said I hate this guy."
After he spoke, a muscular man in armor flew to his side and grabbed the rapidly falling Loki.
"Loki! You're not dead!"
As soon as Thor grabbed Loki, he excitedly smashed his hammer into Loki's face.
"Loki! Do you know how worried Father, Mother, and I have been about you?"
Feeling the pain on his face, Loki felt a surge of anger.
"Thor! Is this how you worry about me?!"
"No! Loki! This is what you deserve! You shouldn't have gathered an army to attack Midgard! You..."
Before he could finish his sentence, a beam of light shot straight at him from below, blasting the defenseless Thor away. Mjolnir and Loki slipped from his grasp, and he was knocked back hundreds of meters before crashing heavily into the ground.
This time Loki truly panicked.
He wasn't a true Aesir, but a Frost Giant. Falling from a thousand meters high would leave him seriously injured.
Yes, our God of Mischief, Loki, was just that fragile.
Not to mention the ropes on him, and the mysterious power that bound his magic.
Down below, Tony, who had recovered, showed no intention of catching him. At this moment, Tony was looking at Thor, who was slowly getting up from the ground, feeling extremely annoyed.
The next moment, he burst forward with full speed, charging at Thor.
The golden patterns on his helmet flowed rapidly, and soon a white light resembling a gem appeared. Terrifying energy gathered within it and finally fired. An arm-thick beam of energy shot out, attacking Thor as if it could destroy everything.
Thor had just climbed up from the ground and hadn't even called Mjolnir to his hand yet when he was sent flying again by this terrifying blast, rolling for hundreds of meters on the ground.
However, even so, Thor didn't suffer any serious injuries.
Obviously, he hadn't taken much damage.
But the next moment, an energy rope flew out from the armor of the incoming Tony, swiftly tying Thor up tightly.
Mjolnir, which had been flying in mid-air, seemed to lose its target and dropped straight to the ground.
After doing all this, Tony raised his palm again and aimed at Thor.
"Muscle man, I'm arresting you now for assaulting an American presidential candidate."
Thor: ?
...
In a solitary confinement cell at the Stark Special Incarceration Prison, Thor, who had been freed from his restraints, grabbed the iron bars in front of him with an agitated look.
"Tin Man! I am Thor, the God of Thunder! The future king of Asgard! You have no right to imprison me!"
It wasn't that Thor didn't want to summon Mjolnir and break out, but ever since arriving in this cell, he found himself incredibly weak. The divine power that usually surged through his body had vanished, making him feel the same weakness he felt during his last visit to Earth.
Outside the cell, Tony completely ignored his shouting and walked over to the iron bars of the cell next to Thor's.
"Reindeer Games, tell me where the Tesseract is."
"Heh."
Loki sneered, paying no mind to Tony's words.
Although his original plan to use himself as bait to draw the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. and other factions had been disrupted, he was confident that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s focus had already shifted to Tony.
Therefore, his plan had not failed.
Now, all he needed was for his mind-controlled pawns to open the spatial portal and let his Chitauri army through. Once that happened, he would easily break free and establish absolute rule over this world.
By then, even if Odin himself descended, he wouldn't be able to dictate terms to the new King of Earth.
However, little did he know that Tony was already fully prepared and waiting for this exact scenario to unfold.
After all, if S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't cause a massive disaster, how could Tony justify purging an organization riddled with moles once he became President?
Furthermore, if he could save America from an alien invasion, his popularity would skyrocket to its absolute peak.
Come the election in a month's time, his victory would be an absolute certainty.
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