2066 Half-real, Half-fake Show

Leaning against the edge of the roof with a straw in her mouth as she drank her milk tea, Selina stared into the distance. "Do we really not need to stop them?"

Next to her, Luke was also holding milk tea. "If they don't fight, how will people know that there's a rift between the Avengers?"

Selina nodded, then looked at him suspiciously. "Don't tell me Tony gave you the idea?"

Luke shook his head. "No, I'm just guessing that Tony and Steve might have the same idea."

Selina thought for a moment. "If they get back together, they'll carry on as they always have. If they fall out, they'll seize the opportunity to split into two teams, one in the light and one in the dark?"

"Smart." Gratified, Luke rubbed her head.

Selina shook his hand off in disdain. "In any case, the entire team isn't required for regular missions. Those who don't want to reveal their identities will change into gear to hide their faces. The only thing they'll lose out on is a free pass from government organizations."

Luke nodded in agreement and said, "Actually, that isn't much. At most, the Avengers just aren't shot down or troops aren't sent after them."

Selina said, "Steve and the others should have enough credit points to buy a Trail Ship, right?"

Luke shrugged. "He's an old man. Apart from punching sandbags and training newbies, he doesn't have many hobbies. Also, he likes to run around with a shield. He hasn't touched 80% of his credit points."

Selina asked, "So, if they pooled their credit points together, they should be able to buy a small air base?"

Luke said, "They can actually afford an underwater base. At most, they can't buy a second generation Trail Ship."

Selina asked, "Then it seems like they won't lose out if they leave the Avengers?"

Luke said, "It's still a bit of a loss if they can't show their faces ordinarily."

Selina was at a loss. "How is that a loss?"

She herself only ever used her own face when she went home to visit her family or met up with close friends.

When she went on missions, ate, went on walks, and beat up people with Luke, she wore the Thousand Faces System. She never revealed her face. It was just a matter of getting used to it.

Luke said, "Maybe it's… hm, loss of freedom?"

Selina sneered, but her eyes suddenly widened. "Wait, is that… Peter?"

Stumped for a moment, Luke turned around. "Where?"

Selina marked out the target, and Luke found the person outlined in red.

A guy in a red and blue skintight suit was holding a camcorder as he hid in a gap of a truck 20 meters behind Steve.

Focusing his attention, Luke heard the guy keep up a running commentary as he filmed. "See that? Iron Man has stopped Captain America. They're talking. They're getting angrier and angrier. Oh, Mr. Iron Man's calling for me…"

As he spoke, he stuck the camera to a pillar with spider web and jumped out.

Tony finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Underoos!"

The red and blue figure flew over Steve. One web shot out at the shield and another bound Steve's hands together.

The red and blue figure pulled and grabbed the shield which came flying back. After twisting in the air, he landed on one knee. Then, he raised his head, and the eyes on the mask narrowed, giving him a serious look.

The blue spider threads on his mask and the blue spider on his chest were very eye-catching. It was none other than Peter, New York's friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Tony couldn't help but praise him. "Nice job, kid."

Peter couldn't maintain his composure anymore, and stood up in embarrassment. "Thanks. Actually, my landing could've been more like yours. I'm just not used to this new uniform. Oh, I'm not saying that the uniform you gave me isn't great…"

Tony said helplessly, "We don't need to talk about that right now."

Peter said, "Okay."

As he spoke, he immediately looked at Steve and saluted. "Hello, Captain! I'm a hardcore fan of yours. I'm Spiderman…"

Steve looked at the cute young man who had stolen his shield and then at his hands. Hm, he was indeed hardcore.

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."