In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

When Wayne led Gwen out of the room, everyone's eyes were once again on them.

Gwen gripped Wayne's hand tightly, a little nervously.

When she realized Susan was looking at her, she instinctively looked away, but she quickly looked up again and met Susan's gaze firmly.

"Uh... kid, have you used that... you know...?"

Tony jogged over to Wayne's side, repeatedly making circles with his right index finger.

Wayne immediately rolled his eyes at him. "I know what you're thinking, but it's completely different from what you're thinking."

"Oh, I knew it. How could Superman be so fast... cough, I don't mean you're not fast in other ways."

Tony's ramblings became increasingly bizarre, so Wayne simply stopped paying attention to him.

Susan moved to Wayne's other side and took his free hand.

Susan glanced at Gwen but didn't say anything. Instead, she changed the subject to ease the tension, "Come on, open your present! Guess what I gave you?"

Seeing that Susan had helped him out of the predicament, Wayne gave her a grateful look.

Susan glared at the boy, annoyed. He wouldn't get any rest until she vented her anger.

If she weren't afraid of losing face by being knocked unconscious, she would have really wanted to test whether this kid truly never gets tired.

……

"What's this, Uru metal? It must have been a gift from Thor."

"Oh, my new suit! Thanks, Reed!"

"The camera Harry gave me, the one Peter gave me... Peter actually has money to give gifts? Oh, a game controller."

"Hulk is giving me a hamburger?"

Wayne was unwrapping the gifts everyone had given him, then he opened a small box containing a note. "Hmm? Susan's handwriting?"

Let me see what it says... A six-choose-three gameplay...? ? ?

Wayne carefully put the note away with a strange expression, but Gwen, who was standing next to him, also saw the contents of the note.

Stare~~~

"Gwen, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hmph, if you want to play, I don't need you to choose here."

As Gwen spoke, she picked up a pink box from the pile of gifts—it was originally a handmade scarf she had knitted, but now, compared to the others, it wasn't as impactful.

She planned to give the scarf to Wayne in a different way when they played bondage that night.

"Is that for me? I thought I had received the best birthday present you've ever given me."

Gwen blushed when she heard Wayne's teasing; wasn't the situation just now urgent?

Seeing this, Wayne stopped teasing him. "So, this gift..."

"I can't give it to you now... If you dare use your X-ray vision, I'll ignore you! No, I'll... I'll tell my dad you bullied me!"

Gwen's threats were completely ineffective.

"Hey! Sister-in-law! I'm here to help you get justice... Sorry, second brother, I'm leaving now."

Johnny, who had just walked over, was glanced at by Wayne and immediately turned 180 degrees and walked back.

Susan looked at this useless guy speechlessly, and the others also sighed helplessly—not because Johnny messed up, but because they didn't know what he was up to. Shouldn't they be given some private space now?

However, there was one person who clearly didn't think that way.

"I think we can add another gift now?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a bald, black man wearing an eye patch and a trench coat slowly emerge from the shadows in the corner.

"Frey?"

Pym looked at Nick Fury in surprise; he hadn't seen the guy there before. "When did you get here?"

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury, who was about to make a pretentious remark, heard a voice say, "He climbed up from the glass that Thor smashed."

"..."

Nick Fury looked at Wayne with a bewildered expression. "Bro, you're putting me in a difficult position."

However, it must be said that Nick Fury has a strong ability to control his expression. He quickly regained his composure and showed no embarrassment at having his little secret exposed.

"An electrostatic camouflage veil."

Nick Fury took a small box from his pocket and handed it to Wayne. "It can change your appearance and voice, allowing you to mimic your target."

"Wow, one-eyed pirate, you're really stingy."

Tony couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this standard issue for S.H.I.E.L.D. agents? How can you, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., bring out something like this mass-produced?"

"..."

You think S.H.I.E.L.D. is flush with cash? Don't you even know what thrift and managing a household means?

The thick-skinned Nick Fury remained unfazed. "I have to ensure that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s technology is not leaked... Of course, if Wayne becomes a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, I will naturally prepare all the top-of-the-line equipment for him."

Nick Fury had long coveted the powerful Superman.

"Nick, Wayne is not suited to be a secret agent."

Steve, who hadn't even figured out how to poach Nick Fury, didn't expect him to try to steal the job on the spot, and immediately spoke up to stop him.

The Avengers in this universe are different from the MCU. Similar to the comics, they are independently operated by the heroes and are not affiliated with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Realizing his lapse in composure, Steve added, "Of course, it still depends on Wayne's own decision."

Moreover, it wasn't just Steve; Nick Fury's actions drew the attention of most people present, yet Fury managed to remain completely unfazed thanks to his superpower of "thick skin."

Wayne accepted Nick Fury's gift and then casually put it aside. "Nick Fury, I know why you're here."

"Fuck you! My name is Nick Fury!"

"It doesn't matter, Fury."

"It's Fury... oh no! It's Fury!"

"Okay, Nige, then I'll call you by your name."

"..."

Nick Fury's already dark face was now almost as black as charcoal.

"In short, I have no intention of causing trouble, at least not now, unless they want to cause trouble."

As Wayne unwrapped the gifts, he said casually, "I don't think you people who are always scheming and plotting can't figure out what you can and can't do."

"Go back and tell him that nobody is watching what he's sitting on. I'm not interested, and he doesn't need to worry unnecessarily."

"But if he still has any other ideas, I'll turn his old house upside down and make him live in the fields."

"I don't want to be some kind of lord or superhero, but that doesn't mean I can't give it a try."

Wayne looked up and calmly met Nick Fury's gaze. "Believe me, you don't want to see that day come."

This is tantamount to Wayne making it clear: if you don't cross my bottom line, I won't bother crossing yours either. You can continue your infighting, and I'll continue being my superhero. Everyone's happy.

But if you really want to do it, then I won't be the one who regrets it.

None of the people present were fools; some were even considered top-notch in intelligence. They didn't know exactly what had happened, but seeing Wayne's unusual expression, they knew this couldn't be ignored.

"Alright, child, you can rest for a bit."

Steve walked over to Wayne and put his hand on Wayne's shoulder. "Leave this to us for now, okay?"

"That's right, kid, go and enjoy your gift."

Tony pulled Nick Fury aside as he spoke.

Reed, with a somewhat gloomy expression, followed. He was told he could handle these things, but without his knowledge, those guys still came after Wayne!

Wayne shrugged indifferently, and Steve breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. But as soon as he turned around, his expression turned somewhat ugly—Wayne's power was too great. He hoped to guide Wayne onto the right path, but before he even started, someone jumped out and interfered!