Zombie Marvel? Luckily, I'm Superman!

Captain Dimension went out the door.

His walking posture is strange.

The left half of his body is straight and upright, while the right half is slouching and lounging.

Outside on the street, familiar Marvel characters are everywhere.

Spider-Man Peter comes in all shapes, sizes, and even genders—yes, not Spider-Gwen, but Spider-Peter.

Green Goblin, Doctor Strange, Gamora, Star-Lord, Rocket, Odin, and so on—there are just too many to list.

If it weren't for this strange space, we would never have seen this scene of people gathered together.

The passersby were unfazed by Captain Dimension's unique walking style.

Tony's territory wasn't far, but it was quite large.

The largest building in the city belongs to this guy.

There are more than one towering Stark Tower here, but clearly, the one without a number, which possesses the most advanced technology, belongs to Tony Stark and is the tallest.

Yes, not only does it tower into the clouds, but even from a great distance away from the 083 continent, you can see that this continent looks like a unicorn with a long horn.

Around Stark, three enormous Mark suits were positioned.

The lowest one is around 100 meters tall, while the tallest one is over 200 meters tall. It is enormous and its entire body is covered in the historic gold and red color scheme, reflecting a dazzling light.

These three Mark suits are not just for show; they are real, formidable machines capable of combat.

He easily made his way into the massive Stark Tower, took the elevator to the 88th floor, and kicked open the door to Tony's usual room.

"Fuck, YOU, Tony!" Captain Dimension looked down at Tony.

...I didn't see him, but I caught a glimpse of a guy who looked like the Winter Soldier out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh, Bucky? You're here too?" Captain Dimension lowered his arrogant nostrils, behind which stood Tony Stark with a cold expression.

"Fuck, YOU!" Captain Dimension stretched out his arm, shook hands firmly with the Winter Soldier, and greeted him.

This Winter Soldier still doesn't seem to talk much.

After greeting him, he plopped down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and once again pointed his nose at Tony.

"What? Little Mustache? What's he having trouble with now?"

Tony rolled his eyes. If this guy wasn't the strongest in Steve's team, he wouldn't have bothered with him at all.

This is almost the most arrogant and cocky of all Steves, and his current state is the lowest he can maintain within his comfort zone.

When he gets into a fight, he becomes incredibly violent.

His mouth was far more powerful than his hand skills.

"There's one more week until the Space Ruins are stably open. Remember, don't try to fight any dimensional monsters one-on-one during this time, to avoid getting injured."

"Oh? Fuck, you actually care about me?"

"Shit, don't fucking disgust me on my turf." Tony pinched his nose, feeling a stench wafting over.

"Me, care about you? I want you to know what the hell comes first! Stay in top shape, I need more high-level crystal fragments! Got it?"

"Your shield is ready. Take it and get out of here," Tony tossed a metal object.

Steve tilted his head, reached out and took it, then slipped it onto his hand.

These are metal gloves, but although they are made of metal, they are very soft and fit the skin well.

"According to your request, it can transform into 63 preset forms."

"Of course, an instant imagination transformation module has been added, but I don't think your barren brain can imagine anything useful." Tony scoffed, launching a personal attack.

But Steve's focus is not on that now.

With a glare and a firm stance, Steve roared.

The mechanical sound of metal particles deforming rang out, and in an instant, the glove transformed into a round shield half the height of a person.

This quantity, this ease of use!

Steve's eyes lit up, and he immediately tried it out.

bang.

The shield slammed into the ground, and the solid ground began to crack.

"Steve!" Tony shouted angrily, his eyes wide.

Tony stepped forward and angrily swung his right fist.

Suddenly, a large number of metal particles flowed out of nowhere from Tony's right fist, which had no metal parts, and instantly enveloped Tony's entire arm, forming a small propulsion module at his wrist.

This change happened in a very short time, before Tony had even finished throwing a punch.

The small propulsion module activated quickly, and Tony's punch immediately broke the sound barrier, creating a sonic boom.

"good!"

Steve reacted quickly, his face still beaming with satisfaction at the shield. He smoothly raised the arm with the shield, directly blocking Tony's fist.

boom!

squeak!

The sound of metal clashing rang out as a massive metal fist slammed into the shield, creating ripples that spread outwards.

The shockwaves spread along the arc of the circular shield, slamming into the already damaged floor with a series of thuds.

"roll!"

As the room was being destroyed more and more, Tony became furious and increased the force of his thrusting fist, pushing Steve backward.

The propellant module detached from Tony's arm, propelling Tony through the window and out of Stark Tower.

"Hahahaha! COOL!" Steve was pushed away to the horizon with a loud laugh. His laughter faded into the distance, and with a bang, the fist module violently self-destructed, setting off huge fireworks in the sky.

"Fuck!" Tony rubbed his temples, looking at the damaged room with a headache.

The nanobots automatically began repairing the damaged room, while Tony remained seated on the sofa, behaving like Bucky the Winter Soldier, completely unconcerned about the situation.

This Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, doesn't have a metal arm, and it's unknown whether he's experienced any events from the Marvel universe.

Just one glance is enough to see the Winter Soldier's free-spirited, wandering nature.

Clearly, this was a nomadic hunter who wandered from place to place.

"Did you come to see me because of something?"

The Winter Soldier wasn't summoned by him; he came looking for him a few minutes earlier.

It was quite a coincidence; not long after I sent a message to Steve, the Winter Soldier arrived.

Looking at the Winter Soldier, Tony had a guess in his mind.

"The person you told me to keep an eye on seems to have appeared here," the Winter Soldier said, his voice low and hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken much in a long time.

"Oh?" Tony first showed a visible hint of joy, then frowned.

"What does 'seems' mean? Are you unsure?"

"Yes." The Winter Soldier took out a photo and tossed it to Tony.

Tony took the photo and saw Lin Yi's face in it, next to a group of Kryptonians who looked very angry.

"This is..." Tony squeezed the photo, his voice slightly deep.