Chapter 107: Spatial Armor
A massive fighter jet suddenly appeared in the skies above Stark's head. Its black fuselage gleamed under the sunlight, and emblazoned across its side was a striking emblem—an elegant sword piercing through the center of a circle.
"…Yeah, I'm willing to bet that's not one of ours," Johnny muttered from where he lay beside Stark, his tone laced with a tinge of envy as he gazed up at the descending aircraft.
Back at the Avengers Tower, they'd all seen what a Quinjet looked like.
But this thing?
This wasn't a Quinjet.
This was something else.
The black eagle-shaped fighter slowly descended, landing with eerie precision. The hatch hissed open.
Rogers carried Wanda in his arms, her body limp but still breathing, while Mandarin followed closely behind, lugging the lifeless body of the Silver Surfer. The moment they stepped aboard, the hatch sealed shut with a sharp clank, and the colossal Eagle fighter lifted off once more, vanishing into the clouds.
Reed Richards jogged over to Stark, eyes wide. "Was that part of the superhero group you mentioned?"
Stark squinted at the receding jet, feeding the last of his arc reactor's power into his armor's recon system. A holographic interface blinked to life inside his helmet, revealing the same symbol—a sword embedded in a circle.
He read the words aloud: "Sentient World Observation and Response Division…"
He paused.