Marvel's I Can Control Metal

At this time, Stark saw the vast and endless starry sky again.

Once again, I vaguely saw the huge shadow hanging above the earth in the universe.

An extremely suppressed emotion surged into Stark's heart.

This unmatched power made Stark feel so desperate.

How does this technology exist? !How many years will it take for the earth to catch up with this technology? !

But the only good thing is that on earth, there is a group of partners who can accompany him to protect the earth, including SHIELD and the Avengers.

But when his eyes moved down from the huge oppressive shadow in the sky, he saw an even more terrifying scene.

An abyss of emotion suddenly jumped into Stark's heart, making Stark unable to believe what he was seeing.

On a class platform, there were dozens of familiar corpses lying on it.

Stark couldn't help but take two steps forward with trembling hands. Even he didn't notice that his steps were slightly trembling and weak.

On the platform, Hulk's huge body was still twitching on the verge of death. His originally angry face was still frowning tightly, revealing the gloom of death.

Even with his extremely powerful physique and superhuman recovery speed.

But after seeing the four huge metal knife pillars that penetrated his back, the green blood flowing all over the ground, and even the countless wounds on his body, it can be seen that Hulk is not going to die soon.

Natasha, who was lying on the ground and had lost her breath, still held the pistol he had prepared for her in her hand, and the Taser electric shock plate on her arm flashed twice and went out completely.

Next to Natasha, sat Barton wearing a combat vest.

Clint Barton didn't have any obvious wounds on his body, just the huge penetrating wound on his forehead, which made anyone think he was dead.

However, he still held the bow and arrow in his hands, and under his feet was the corpse of a Chitauri warrior.

And on the side, even Thor, the God of Thunder, who was wearing silver armor and the most arrogant son of the God King of Asgard, was lying lifeless on the ground, with a few traces of blood on his head. .

The fatal part was the huge penetrating wound in his body, and his cherished Mjolnir, Mjolnir, also fell aside, stained with sewage and without the aura of a divine weapon.

At the bottom, there was a shield that was split in half. The broken silver corners made the shield useless.

As for Steve Rogers' body, it was lying under the shield, and there didn't seem to be any scars on the surface of the body in the suit.

Even, Stark could see Rogers' chest still rising and falling slightly.

Upon seeing this, Stark didn't have time to think about anything else. He took two quick steps, but his legs and feet felt a little weak.

But Stark didn't care about this, and stretched out his hand to explore Rogers' chest, wanting to see if Rogers could still be saved.

Everything around him was so unreasonable, but Stark didn't have the slightest doubt, because this was the most terrifying scene for Stark, and it was also a dream he had had countless times.

Only this time, it was so real, and it was also the first time that the bodies of several of them appeared.

But when Stark approached Rogers, Rogers, who had a weak breath, suddenly burst out and grabbed Stark's arm.

A touch of dark red blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered with short breath, but his arm was sore from being scratched.

This action shocked Stark so much that he felt infinite sadness in his heart.

Rogers' words were staggering, as if he was trying his best to convey some message to Stark with his last breath.

"You could have saved us!"

A word with no beginning or end, but it became Rogers' last words.

And the arm that was holding on to Stark just now was unable to hang down.

Stark's eyes were full of unconfidence, regret, and fear.

But from all around, Rogers' voice could be heard again, "Why don't you try your best? Why?"

Amid Rogers' scoldings, Stark slowly looked up doubting his life.

But the originally empty scene changed again.

This time, the perspective is like starting from a wormhole and looking towards the earth.

The surroundings are already filled with countless Chitauri battleships, and the number of Leviathan beasts exceeds tens of thousands.

Even on the earth in the distance, there was already a sea of ​​artillery fire and smoke and dust, and the surging alien army rushed towards the earth crazily.

But those who could resist their fighting power had all died before their eyes.

When I look back at the earth, I don't know how many cities have been destroyed, and I don't know how many humans have been sacrificed. They were all slaughtered by aliens without any resistance.

Tony's eyes were already filled with bloodshot eyes. He moved his steps and wanted to rush forward, but only then did he realize that his steps were so weak and slow, and how little his strength was.

This sense of despair makes Stark want to fall down directly. He can't protect the entire earth and mankind at all, he can't do it! !

Standing in the wormhole, looking at the earth that is unknown how far away it is, encountering powerful alien invasion and persecution.

Stark's spirit was surging crazily, constantly impacting everything around him. It seemed that in Stark's abnormally trembling spirit, the surroundings began to blur.

But just when Stark was in despair, he felt a familiar golden light behind him.

This ray of light brought a sense of calmness and warmth to himself, making his extremely cold heart bloom with a little warmth.

This is also the golden light that stays by his side in the darkest and desperate moments.

There was finally a glimmer of hope in Stark's eyes, a glimmer of hope emerging from the abyss of despair.

Immediately turned around and looked back.

Among the countless Chitauri Legion troops in the mountains and plains behind, there stood a familiar figure glowing with golden light.

"Lee...Oh."

An extremely weak voice came from Stark's weak throat, and it seemed that only he could hear it.

As the figure glowing with golden light became clearer and clearer, Stark's bloodshot eyes suddenly became extremely red.

Leo was obviously wearing a white slim-fitting robe, but there were countless wounds on it.

Even though every wound was glowing with a little golden light, the blood had already soaked through the entire clothes.

Leo, who was facing him head-on, had a pale face, and a large amount of dark red blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth and nose, looking extremely embarrassed.

But even so, Leo still had that smile on his lips, as if he wanted to reassure himself.

Behind Leo, a golden mask bloomed, which was being impacted by countless energy, and the golden energy on the golden mask was getting thinner and thinner.

Behind Leo, there were densely packed and countless huge alien ships attacking Leo with energy.

That golden light is getting weaker and weaker.

Leo trembled suddenly, staggered, and fell forward to the ground.

The golden light shield dispersed, and Leo was instantly submerged in countless energy impacts.