Transformation into the Marvel Universe

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The generals were pleased, ready to go home and have something extra with dinner. Participating in disaster relief was a reasonable request, and to boost their reputation, the Department of Defense even deployed soldiers to help with the cleanup.

That evening, after receiving news that the site was secure, Obama also arrived to deliver a speech, garnering a large amount of praise.

The military, government, and business sectors worked together on disaster relief, clearing over half of the debris within just three days. However, the post-disaster reconstruction required a lot of bureaucratic wrangling. This was Manhattan, where land was incredibly valuable. Determining responsibility and compensation involved astronomical sums, and Doom's legacy was nowhere near enough.

As for asking Mr. Reed to compensate? His building was gone, he was penniless, and several of the building's tenants had died. He was already overwhelmed.

Asking him to pay was like asking for his life.

Stark stepped in opportunistically, hosting a charity dinner in New York to invite social elites. The purpose was to establish a special fund for such sudden disasters.

Daisy was disinclined to participate, delaying even the anti-corruption efforts at Hammer Industries to stay home and play dead. She wasn't the only one reacting this way; it seemed like all the wealthy people in America were suddenly ill.

Stark also knew himself. He knew that his previous poor temper had offended many people, so started by inviting people he knew well.

Daisy Johnson, someone Stark would claim he wasn't close with but knew very well was wealthy, was a typical invitee.

For this reason, Stark specifically sent Pepper Potts to invite her. If it had been someone else, Daisy might have scared them off with a roar, but Pepper was not a suitable target for such tactics. The two women were acquaintances but not close friends, and Pepper was always polite, leaving Daisy no choice but to accept the invitation.

After Pepper left, Daisy hurriedly called her maid Maki to prepare her outfit.

"Maki, what if I wear all knock-offs? Would that make me look poor?" she whimsically asked her maid while trying on dresses.

Maki knew Daisy's personality well enough to understand that she was just spouting nonsense. Daisy, who was arrogant and always cared about her image to the point of inflating it, would never wear fake brands.

Even though Daisy repeatedly emphasized her desire not to attract attention and to appear poor, her exceptional appearance meant that even a simple pearl red evening dress made her look elegant and graceful.

Standing at a distance, Maki suddenly noticed an image of a phoenix spreading its wings on Daisy's back, but when she looked closely again, she saw nothing.

She knew Daisy had no tattoos on her back, concluded she must have been seeing things, and quickly forgot about the incident.

To avoid being compelled to donate on the spot, Daisy decided not to bring James Wesley with her. She had a good strategy—if she really couldn't get out of it face-to-face, she could use the absence of James as an excuse.

In any case, she was willing to contribute a bit of effort, but as for money, there was none to give!

Stark had taken out the first floor of Stark Tower for the evening's event. Where others might have adorned the space with artworks to cultivate an artistic atmosphere regardless of their personal understanding, Stark made no such pretense. Instead, the venue was a showcase of metal and high-tech equipment, quite characteristic of his style.

Daisy and Miss Maid arrived at the venue right on time. The place was filled with familiar faces including Coulson, the high school principal, Black Widow who was still Pepper's assistant, General Ross preparing for a government role, and Colonel Rhodes among others. However, Daisy had decided to keep a low profile; upon entering, she and Maki found a quiet corner to sit down and leisurely listen to Stark's speech.

Having gotten used to Obama's speeches, Daisy found Stark's delivery somewhat lacking. Even though she knew Obama was hardly sincere and Stark spoke everything from the heart, his speech did not resonate with her, coming off as dry and uninspiring.

Fortunately, Pepper had anticipated this and organized a charity auction. The proceeds were to go directly to the disaster relief fund that Stark had just announced. This activity might not generate substantial outcomes, but it at least alleviated some of Stark's awkwardness.

His words might elicit screams from girls or excite MIT students when he was giving away money, but now that he was asking for it, he needed a compelling way to speak, which Tony Stark evidently lacked.

Meanwhile, Maki also had her own social circles, staying with Daisy for a while before going off to catch up with acquaintances.

Daisy watched the somewhat tepid auction, her mind still on the matter of the New York Sanctum. She needed to determine whether the invitation was a personal one from the fat sorcerer or directed by the Ancient One.

Occasionally, Daisy caught people glancing her way. She was now used to being observed and didn't care.

Among these onlookers was a particularly complicated gaze from Grant Ward, the main character from two films who was on good terms with Happy Hogan and thus invited to the banquet...

Ward couldn't pinpoint why he was watching Daisy. He wanted to approach her and talk but struggled to find what to say. Previously, his motive was surveillance; now, with his adoptive father parting ways with Hydra, he wasn't sure why he continued watching her.

Huh? Suddenly, a woman approached Daisy, catching Ward's attention. He didn't recognize her, but his instincts told him she wasn't ordinary. He debated whether to intervene.

Ward hesitated, using his peripheral vision to check on another person. Daisy's good partner, the bald brother Sitwell, also came today. His public identity is a UN administrator, who knows what tricks he used to get in, and was also discreetly observing Daisy from another corner.

Then Ward saw a scene that surprised him. When the bald brother saw the mysterious woman approaching Daisy, he was so frightened that he quickly looked away, though trying to appear calm, his bald head betraying him with sweat.

Who was this woman? Grant Ward was curious.

Meanwhile, Daisy, lost in her thoughts about the Sanctum, was unaware of these small movements. As she was thinking, a familiar frequency entered her perception, and soon took a seat beside her.

"That dress suits you well; thank God, you finally learned how to dress." The newcomer arrived with a fragrant breeze, speaking softly, like a lover's whisper, that seemed to directly touch the heart.

Daisy looked at the woman who had joined her—Viper—and was momentarily speechless. They weren't supposed to know each other in public settings, right? Wasn't she worried about being seen by the shrimps and grunts of her organization?

"Ms. Ophelia Sarkissian, do we know each other?" Daisy pretended to be confused.

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