Let's restart, Spider-Man!

"Ok?"

Upon discovering that he had only killed a clone, Loki in the tuxedo was initially taken aback, then shook his head and chuckled.

"As expected of the God of Mischief, he's really cunning."

He picked up the scepter from the ground, his eyes filled with longing.

This was left behind by "him" on purpose, with the intention of using the Mind Stone on the scepter to incite internal conflict within the Avengers.

No one knew Loki's cunning better than him.

Thinking this, he walked toward Barton, who had already fainted, and lightly tapped the other's body with the end of his scepter, instantly dispelling the hypnotic effect.

"I you."

Barton woke up looking bewildered. Before he could remember anything, two figures had already leaped and landed on the chaotic street.

"Little Spider, your web shooters are amazing! Can you give me two more next time?"

"of course can."

Loki in the tuxedo frowned as he looked at the two people who appeared before him.

"You are"

His gaze fell on elderly Steve, as if he saw the shadow of that person.

There was a strange sense of familiarity about it.

The shield in the other man's hand made him realize who the old man in front of him was.

Superhero, Captain America!

As for the red and blue Spider-Man, he had never seen one.

But if someone can walk alongside a superhero, then they must be a superhero themselves.

As he sized up the two of them, Charlotte was also sizing up the other person.

“He doesn’t seem to be Loki from this world,” he said to elderly Steve.

Old Steve stroked his chin. "Yes, I observed his eyes, and they're very different from back then."

"So he is Loki, the contestant."

"It must be him. Should we kill him?"

"Um, I think it's a good idea."

The two did not hide anything from each other during their conversation.

Hearing that the two were about to kill him over a mere disagreement, Loki in the tuxedo quickly retreated.

"Wait, I don't want to fight you. Let's find Loki in this world first and stop him from making the mistake he's about to commit."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Charlotte and elderly Steve exchanged bewildered glances.

"Did I hear wrong?"

"Yes, you heard right, he's going to stop Loki."

"Be careful, Loki is cunning."

As they spoke, they attacked each other from both sides.

"What are you doing?"

Loki in the tuxedo sighed and facepalmed. "I'm telling the truth. You're the Avengers, you shouldn't want the Chitauri army to invade Earth."

"Even if we kill you, we can still stop it."

Old Steve was speaking when Loki in his tuxedo suddenly vanished in a flash of green light.

"He got away." He looked regretful.

“But we got this.”

Charlotte picked up the scepter that had fallen to the ground and gently tapped the Mind Gem within it.

“You have experience, how do you use this?” he asked elderly Steve.

Old Steve carefully recalled what happened back then.

"I can't remember exactly. Back then, I used it to knock out my past self. I remember being ambushed by another version of myself. Then, when I went to the barbecue restaurant, I was really upset. But I really didn't mean to. After all, I was in a hurry, but I couldn't break free from my past self, so my past self..."

"Stop, give me back the web shooter."

"why?"

"Because you'd be scarier than me if you became Spider-Man."

happy~~

Chapter 90: Trying to mediate a fight, then being defeated by dark magic.

There's really no trick to it.

Old Steve took the scepter, tested its feel, and then turned and tapped Barton's chest with the end of the scepter.

Barton: "."

I just woke up!

Seeing Barton roll his eyes and faint on the ground, old Steve grinned.

"Success."

Charlotte sighed, "I want to know how to use a scepter to hypnotize someone."

"Then there's no way."

Old Steve shrugged. "This is all I know how to do."

"Alright, you go to Stark Tower and wait for Loki to show up. I'll go and break up the fight."

With that, Charlotte removed the Mind Stone from the scepter and used nanotechnology to wrap it up and carry it with her.

"Mediate?" Old Steve asked, puzzled.

"Yes, to mediate. If nothing unexpected happens, Tony and you in this world should have to duel."

"what?"

Old Steve looked incredulous. "Impossible. I've always had a good relationship with him. We never fight."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "You once beat Tony up pretty badly."

"Who said that? That's slander, slander!"

"you said."

-

Not long after, in an abandoned warehouse in the suburbs of New York.

"Traffic jam, old popsicle?" Tony scoffed from the rooftop.

Young Steve gripped his shield tightly, ready to vent all his frustrations.

"Stark, I'm going to teach you a lesson."

Tony looked indifferent, but the next moment he looked behind Steve.

A dark figure darted swiftly through the jungle, arriving in just a few seconds.

He frowned and said, "We agreed not to invite anyone."

Young Steve was taken aback. "I didn't call anyone."

Before he could turn around, a voice behind him said, "You're on your left."

Tony was instantly overjoyed as the red and blue figures disappeared from the shadows.

“Oh, it’s you, Spider-Man.” He smiled.

Young Steve glanced back at Charlotte, then said to Tony, "You called for help, little dog."

No, he came along on his own.

Tony approached Charlotte. "It's nice to see you. Since we parted last time, I've discovered you might be from..."

"Multiverse, parallel universes."

Charlotte spoke first, then glanced around at the darkness and said, "You guys go first, don't worry about me."

Tony: "."

"You didn't come to help me?"

"Actually, I came here to mediate the fight."

"But it doesn't look like it."

"I'm going to try to persuade them later."

As she spoke, Charlotte launched a spider web and swung down onto the roof.

"What are you waiting for? Let's begin," he urged.

Young Steve's face darkened. "You've called a referee."

"Thank you for reminding me, the referee is one of our own."

After Tony finished speaking, he raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike, continuing his barrage of attacks.

"boom!"

Instantly, young Steve raised his shield to defend against the sneak attack of the pulse energy.

"You haven't said 'start' yet!!" he shouted.

"It's already started."

Tony's lips curled into a slight smile as the Mark armor suddenly rose into the air, unleashing a barrage of palm-shaped projectiles that swept across the ground.