The Chitauri arrived.
The Chitauri departed.
Leaving behind Loki, the leader of the alien invasion, the many Chitauri soldiers who remained on Earth and were unable to evacuate, and a devastated New York City, they left in disgrace.
Good news:
Loki had been apprehended. Even the Chitauri soldiers who remained on Earth were paralyzed, as if the power had gone out, having lost contact with their base.
The moment the wormhole closed completely, the Chitauri soldiers still wreaking havoc over New York City suddenly lost power and fell from the sky one after another, like dumplings dropping from a pile of dumplings.
Clearly,in this sudden alien invasion and defense of Earth, Earth ultimately emerged victorious.
Bad news:
New York City suffered severe damage, especially in the five blocks surrounding Stark Tower.
After all, that was the main battlefield, and it was practically destroyed.
The rest of Manhattan suffered less damage, primarily compared to the damage in the main battlefield, but compared to the rest of New York City, the damage was still significant.
Next came the rest of New York City.
But there was one exception.
"In Jackson Heights, Queens, there's a block that's been practically razed to the ground by the Chitauri."
"What?"
Commander Maria Hill, in combat uniform, was on the helicarrier, viewing satellite footage of New York City.
The voice of the First Avengers, who had just rejoiced over Iron Man's reawakening, boomed through their headsets.
"Strangely enough, only that block in Jackson Heights, Queens, has been subjected to a blanket Chitauri bombardment.
According to the data stream, the Chitauri who were wreaking havoc in Queens seem furious and are converging on that area ."
The First Avengers, still on the main battlefield, exchanged bewilderment at Maria Hill's words.
Captain America was the first to speak.
"Why?"
"Unsure, agents are en route," Maria Hill said.
Then,changingthe subject, "All Chitauri life signals have vanished.
Congratulations, Captain, we've won." The original Avengers collectively breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at each other.
Then their faces lit up with joy.
That night,not only New York City television stations, but also nearly every station nationwide, even worldwide, were reporting on the Chitauri invasion of Earth.
Without a doubt,the original Avengers, active on the battlefield and the main force of this war, were officially revealed.
Captain America, Steve Rogers.
Iron Man, Tony Stark.
Thor, Thor.
Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff.
The Hulk, Bruce Banner.
Hawkeye, Clint Barton.
Respectable television stations were practically all reporting on the details of this war. Meanwhile,less respectable channels were broadcasting gossip and unofficial histories about the various Avengers.
Of these, the most popular was, of course, Captain America, Steve Rogers, confirmed to have returned from the dead, reappearing unchanged after years of absence.
After all, Captain America is the symbol of America in this world, and his popularity is already high.
Now that he's resurrected from the dead, his popularity has skyrocketed.
For example, right now, Hawke is eating a meal distributed by a church member while watching a TV show about Captain America on an old 18-inch TV nearby.
There's nothing he can do.
His apartment building has been reduced to rubble.
Not only him, but also the residents of his apartment building.
Strictly speaking, everyone in his block is homeless.
Their neighborhood was put under martial law by a group of black men wearing black clothes and black ties half an hour after the battle.
Some people wanted to go back to see if they could salvage their belongings from the rubble, but they were not allowed.
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It was a federal curfew, with no entry allowed.
Luckily, the authorities in the neighborhood under curfew, mindful of their homelessness, found them a temporary shelter in an unused hangar at LaGuardia Airport.
They also contacted a nearby church to provide free food to help them through the difficult times.
But…as Hawke nibbled on his bread and listened to Captain America's story, he heard sobbing beside him.
Hawke snapped back to his senses and turned to look.
He saw a man, seemingly about thirty-five, burly and strong, with his arms folded, his body buried between his legs.
His sobs, soft at first, quickly escalated into a full-throated rage.
The nearby survivors couldn't help but wonder.
"What's wrong with you?"
"My house is gone."
"Nothing's wrong."
They thought the sobbing man had been in great trouble, but the survivors reassured him, "We're insured, don't worry."
This would have been fine, but the sobbing man's tears only deepened.
This completely terrified the survivors.
"What's wrong? Don't you have insurance?"
"No, I do."
"Then..."
"I just called the insurance company," the weeping man sobbed, looking at the survivor who was comforting him.
"But they said alien invasions fall under their exclusion clause and aren't covered."
The survivor's face froze.
"What?"
"Exclusion?" "
No way." "
Why won't the insurance company pay?"
"No, I need to call right away."
"..."
The other survivors who had been listening to the conversation between the survivor and the weeping man suddenly became restless.
They dug out their phones and called their homeowners' insurance companies.
About a minute later, a second sobbing sound was heard.
A third.
A fourth.
In the blink of an eye, the entire hangar was filled with the sobbing of those about to become homeless.
Hawke, practically surrounded by the weeping people, felt a pang of pain in his throat at the thought of losing his apartment and not being covered by insurance.
But he quickly realized.
Wait a minute.
His apartment was a federal welfare unit, and it would be taken away next year when he turned eighteen.
This is why Hawke lived frugally and saved thirty thousand US dollars.
Because after he turned eighteen, he would be kicked out of the welfare apartment by the federal government in the name of "independence".
After all, eighteen years old is already an adult under New York State law, and naturally he can't enjoy the treatment of underage orphans.
What?
You don't have money to rent a house?
Sorry, that's none of our business. There are so many homeless people under the overpasses and in the sewers in New York City.
You can try to ask them if they mind squeezing in.
So...
I don't have a house at all, the insurance won't pay, it's none of my business.
Hawke came back to his senses, looking at the survivors who were crying and their expressions became a little hideous.
He seemed to have thought of something, and stood up calmly and walked out of the hangar.
He was afraid that a gunfight would break out here later.
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