Chapter 148: Avengers XIII
Another reporter tried to interject, but Natasha cut them off. "You don't trust us? Fine. But ask yourself this: without us, who else do you have?"
The room fell silent again. Hawkeye, sitting quietly in the corner, finally spoke up. "You want guarantees? You already have one. Look outside—Earth is still here. We didn't do that by accident."
Tony crossed his arms, addressing the room one last time. "We're not here to be loved or celebrated. We're here to keep this world spinning. You don't have to like us, but you damn well better understand that without us, there wouldn't be anything left to argue about."
The tension in the room was palpable, but no one dared to speak. The Avengers had made their point, and for now, it seemed enough to end the debate.
As the press conference concluded, the reporters reluctantly dispersed, their questions left hanging in the air. Tony and the others regrouped, stepping away from the podium.
"That went well," Natasha muttered sarcastically as she crossed her arms, her sharp eyes scanning the room for any lingering onlookers.
"It could've been worse," Clint replied, shrugging. "At least no one threw a shoe at us."
Tony smirked, his usual cocky demeanor returning. "What can I say? I'm a people person."
Rhodes sighed, his tone more serious. "They're scared, and they have every right to be. Aliens, superheroes, nukes—it's a lot to process. They need reassurance."