Marvel turns into Iron Man

To describe Fitz's crazy idea as directly overturning the table to regain the initiative.

The loss of pressure in the passenger plane caused more than just overturning the card table.

The path from the cargo hold to the upstairs is very narrow, and not many people know about it.

Aunt Mei directly broke into the cockpit where the isolation lock had been unlocked.

Then he slammed the Peruvian policeman sitting in his seat unconscious with the butt of his gun.

She had to ensure the safety of the people in the rear cabin, so she could only hold the joystick and gritted her teeth and pushed it down.

Thirty thousand feet is too dangerous, for either side.

Aunt May cannot lose any of her teammates, this is absolute.

Ward took the lead and leaned out from the unlocked isolation door, but what greeted him was a cold shot.

Even if he hugs the colonnade and doesn't let go, even if he is facing the threat of being sucked out.

The Peruvian policeman standing in front of Ward still pulled the trigger in his direction.

It has to be said that this man was indeed very obedient to orders, so Ward simply responded with two shots at him.

Under the control of Aunt Mei, the airliner gradually dived downward, and the flow rate of the air sucked out gradually decreased.

Even Ward let go, slowly being able to maintain his balance.

Also able to maintain balance, there was another policeman who rushed towards him.

"Damn it, I'll hold them back, you go recover 0-84."

Ward didn't have time to look back, he jumped over the couch and wrestled with the man.

This scene also made Coulson, who was hugging the legs of the table, look dazed - but he didn't have time to think about anything else.

After all, he was the closest to the dissolved hole.

If it is not most of the equipment in the passenger plane cabin, things like sofa tables are fixed on the floor.

He had already flown out with the table and others to enjoy the extreme thrill of free fall.

At this time, Coulson was already flying with his hands on the legs of the table.

The great suction coming from behind made him very uncomfortable, but he couldn't let go of his hand easily.

"I said, didn't I just take a nap, why are you playing so big?"

Until a rather dissonant voice sounded, which attracted everyone's attention, and then stunned everyone.

Facing the powerful pulling force that would suck even people out, Miss Stark just stood there defenseless.

Coulson, whose entire body has been flying, is in stark contrast to Miss Stark, who is still standing there with an old god.

Such a comparison is unacceptable-this is too challenging the physical limit, isn't it?

No one knew when she appeared, as if she stood there out of nowhere.

In fact, how could Camilla not know about the so-called muscle relaxant that Camilla took in her drink.

Even if she really didn't know, Extremis Virus wouldn't let that kind of thing stay in her body.

It was nothing more than that she was too lazy to explain to others, and directly used the same level of sleep escape as the urine escape to escape the middle story.

And when she reappears, it happens to be the most central and interesting part of the whole story.

"Okay guys, take your temper and sit down and have a good talk, wouldn't it be good?"

The violent wind was still blowing, blowing up the corners of her clothes and messing with her long hair.

The sneer on her face went deep into everyone's heart and was deeply engraved in the depths of memory.

Miss Stark stretched out her right hand, facing the big hole in the bulkhead of the passenger plane.

Dark green rings emerged layer by layer in her palm, gradually expanding to about one meter.

Countless monotonous lines and complicated, unintelligible words that constitute simple graphics also appeared in the ring.

In this way, they are arranged layer by layer, forming a rather complex composite pattern.

"What, is this magic?"

The question raised by Daisy with a face full of surprise is also a common question in the hearts of everyone who witnessed the incident.

She gently returned her hand, and the entire dark green magic circle began to tremble and slowly rotate.

Just like what the oldest mage taught her, but it was just the simplest shape imitation.

Seemingly realizing that the fashion value has almost been brushed, Miss Stark once again put on a warm smile on her face.

The palm that was originally opened was held in the air, and it was gently rotating as if twisting something.

The edge of the damaged hole in the engine room began to melt, but instead of expanding, it gradually shrank.

The power of time is infinite and at the same time extremely surprising.

"Also...it's over in one go."

She smiled, snapped her fingers lightly, and a figure slowly emerged, lying on the floor of the cabin, not knowing whether she was alive or dead.

At this point, the walls have recovered and there is no longer a threat of air pressure imbalance.

And the unlucky guy who had been sucked out of the cabin was also pulled back by Miss Stark.

"I once said that it is not easy to do it on the land of other countries."

"But now we're in international airspace, aren't we?"

Miss Stark paused, said with a smile, and then sat down on the sofa.

Although because of her appearance, everyone had unanimously put down their weapons, they still looked at each other warily.

"Oh, yes, one more thing."

Before Coulson had time to get up, he heard another crisp finger snapping sound from the sofa.

Then a black pistol flew past his scalp, causing him to shrink his head in fright.

Not only such a pistol, but all the weapons in the hands of everyone else flew up by themselves.

Then it flew across the corridor quietly and landed on the table in front of Miss Stark.

Several pistols, two shock bombs, and a grenade all fell together, forming a hill.

Of course, also flew over, and 0-84 held in Simmons' arms.

"You all want this stuff, don't you, but it's very distressing."

"I want it too, but there's only one thing. Who should I give it to?"

Miss Stark dragged the watermelon-sized alloy object upside down with one hand, a tangled expression appeared on her face.

Originally, this thing was in the hands of Simmons, so it should belong to S.H.I.E.L.D.

But when Miss Stark appeared in front of everyone like a superman and forcibly stopped everything.

Even Fitz knew that the ownership of this thing might not be so easy to distinguish.

"Dangerous goods that are prone to disputes like this...."

"Why don't we hand it over to the land of the slingshot and let them destroy it~"

Miss Stark paused, with a nasty smile on her face.

PS:

Isn't this a little too big?