Avengers: Endgame

Friday panels. At the outer barrier of the fortified complex, where usually only Wakandan ships or S.H.I.E.L.D. cruisers are authorized to land, a man calmly walked through the main gates as if entering his own company's meeting room. No weapons, no tech suits. Just an impeccably dressed man, exuding the unshakable confidence of a businessman of immense power and influence. In the command center, the greatest coalition of heroes in history stopped what they were doing. Tony Stark raised his glasses, dropping a quantum interface on the workbench, with a mixture of irritation and respect as he recognized the corporate audacity of the scene. Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, descended softly to the ground, crossing her arms, while the Guardians of the Galaxy stopped arguing in the background—Rocket dropped a weapon he was calibrating and Peter Quill craned his neck, utterly confused. From the shadows, Nick Fury narrowed his single eye, assessing how his organization's impenetrable security had been bypassed with such elegance. In a few minutes, the automatic doors of the main hangar hissed open. A legion of legends stood ready, driven not by battle instinct, but by overwhelming curiosity. Thor, leaning on the handle of Stormbreaker, observed the scene from afar. Professor Hulk adjusted his glasses, leaning forward, fascinated by the newcomer's tranquility. Natasha Romanoff kept her hands near her waist, deciphering the visitor's body language: erect posture, firm steps, and the gaze of someone perfectly accustomed to buying, selling, and commanding whatever they desire. Just a civilian before gods, wizards, and supersoldiers. Friday quickly projected the data onto Stark's screens: Washington. One of the most important and well-connected magnates on the planet. The mystery, however, hung heavy in the air. No one invades the most guarded base in the universe during the Endgame crisis for no reason. Steve Rogers stepped forward, breaking the silence and taking the front line of that formidable barrier of heroes. The Captain's voice echoed through the hangar's high ceiling, firm, but completely intrigued: — The airspace is restricted and the barriers are at full strength, Mr. Washington. How did you bypass S.H.I.E.L.D. security, and what is a businessman doing in the middle of a war zone?