Chapter 135: A Moment of Rest After the Mission
The mighty Avengers had once again thwarted a threat from the depths of the ocean.
Tony Stark found it a bit surreal—they had somehow stumbled into victory. That man in the yellow-scaled armor, who called himself the King of Atlantis, had vanished without a trace. Now, the waters near New York were littered with the corpses of Atlantean warriors.
...And a whole lot of cooked seafood.
The colossal frozen tsunami that appeared near Manhattan had become a true spectacle. What kind of terrifying power could freeze an entire tidal wave mid-surge?
To ordinary folks, it was a sight to gawk at. But to insiders, it was a chilling revelation.
Stark’s nerves tightened. Those so-called "superheroes" who’d emerged during the battle... there were more of them now than he’d ever seen before. And the massive aircraft that had streaked across the sky? That left a particularly deep impression.
"So we’re just small fry? All the credit for the final blow goes to those mystery capes?" Reed Richards sounded frustrated. The idea gnawed at him.
Ever since their clash with the silver-skinned being who called himself the Herald of Galactus, Reed had begun comparing himself to these mysterious new heroes.
The results weren’t flattering.
It was clear: he couldn’t match them.
And after witnessing the full-scale invasion of Atlantis, this feeling of inadequacy only deepened. They—the supposed Avengers—felt like mere background players.