Tony Stark was instantly in a rage.
Goddammit!
As Iron Man, almost being watched live by someone—how could that not make him break down?
"Hey, Tony, there's no need for you to get so worked up. I'm really not interested in your livestream, otherwise, I wouldn't have interrupted you at the critical moment."
Nick Fury watched as the walls of the room quickly split open and shift, revealing one weapon after another emerging from inside.
Mini missiles, mini Gatling guns, rocket launchers, RPGs...
A dozen different kinds of weapons aimed directly at his head, and Nick Fury felt rather overwhelmed.
But he was never one to leave his life in someone else's hands.
So he pressed a small button.
Instantly, a wave of noise was generated throughout the room.
In the next moment, all the weapons protruding from the walls lost their aim, their barrels and muzzles pointing toward the ground.
