The next day, Brooklyn Bridge Park.
A band of Super Heroes made its debut, performing exquisite music excerpted from other Universes, combined with talent displays from super-powered individuals, presenting a magnificent audio-visual feast to the audience.
It was a perfect performance.
The name Phantom Band instantly became a hit on the internet, spreading across the world, not just limited to the streets of New York.
For a time, the question of how super-powered individuals and ordinary people should coexist once again sparked heated discussion.
The Super Hero Registration Act was launched with this momentum.
Several days later.
In a manor belonging to Tony, on the outskirts of New York, next to Avengers Tower.
Tony and Pepper's wedding was held as scheduled.
Those attending the wedding could be roughly divided into two categories.
Stark Industries' partners in the political and business spheres, and Tony's friends from the extraordinary world.
Such as the Avengers, the Phantom Band, the Guardians of the Galaxy who had been staying on Earth for many days, and several sorcerers from Kamar-Taj.
The two groups were also divided into different areas.
"Those damn U.S. people actually want me to register for some damn act. Super Heroes? Super Criminals is more like it."
At the party, Rocket Raccoon jumped onto a stool and cursed.
"Rocket, don't use foul language, and don't talk about these upsetting things. Today is Tony's big day." Steve advised gently.
Recently, the Avengers had been arguing fiercely over this act. Fortunately, the Avengers in this timeline were just a few members, and no one was stirring up trouble externally, so it wouldn't lead to a civil war.
"Steve, I'm not an Earthling like you guys. Your laws don't apply to me. If it weren't for Tony's wedding invitation, we would have left Earth long ago." Rocket grumbled, unable to resist cursing a few more times.
"Fuck, when they need my help with research, they're all humble and subservient. When they don't need help, they immediately become arrogant."
"Groot." Groot echoed.
Star-Lord and Drax also complained a few times, having been bothered by U.S. lobbyists for days.
"Say less, we're leaving in a couple of days anyway." Nebula said coldly, interrupting their complaints.
"Oh, right, Steve, we, the Guardians of the Galaxy, are leaving this planet in a couple of days. But you guys have to stay here forever. Don't you have anything to say about this act?" Rocket sat down and looked at Steve, teasing him.
Steve looked weary and shook his head bitterly.
Not just Steve, but the Avengers and the other members of the Phantom Band also looked troubled. They all put down their cutlery, stopped eating, stopped talking, and pondered deeply.
The atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.
In this silence, Lucas, Gwen, Wanda, and G'iah's unchanging demeanor seemed somewhat out of place.
The Phantom Band members looked at their drummer, Gwen Stacy.
The Avengers looked at Lucas.
Seeing this, Gwen poked Lucas with her elbow and asked, "Lucas, everyone's looking at you. Do you have a solution?"
Lucas shook his head.
The Super Hero Registration Act was a political issue. Under normal circumstances, he didn't want to discuss political issues.
Natasha suddenly said, "Lucas, you wouldn't agree to sign this act, would you? I hope you support us and protest this act together."
Lucas shook his head again.
Natasha was shocked. "You agree to sign this act?! Impossible, you're not that kind of person."
Lucas said, "My point is, I don't need to sign this act."
Everyone: "!!!"
"Lucas, you don't need to sign this act? Why?"
Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, and Mysterio exclaimed in surprise.
They had been exasperated by this act recently. Even the joy of their successful concert a few days ago, which had been a hit across the country, was washed away.
Why didn't Lucas need to sign this act?
"Is it strange?" Lucas shrugged indifferently, asking back.
"Isn't it strange?"
The four looked around and found that, apart from themselves, everyone else looked thoughtful, with not much surprise on their faces.
"Alright, Lucas, you really don't need to sign this act. No one on this planet can stop you, no matter what you want to do." Natasha smiled bitterly and shook her head, her spirits considerably lower.
Not just Natasha, but Steve, Clint, and Matt also looked disheartened.
Lucas sighed inwardly.
Forget it, for the sake of having fought side by side, he should talk to them properly.
"A kind-hearted person, newly awakened to their powers and just starting out, can cause harm with good intentions. They try to save others, to be a hero, but occasionally they make mistakes, causing injury or death."
"As soon as something like that happens, politicians and media looking for fame will immediately go on TV, broadcast it widely, stir up public emotions, and condemn them as a criminal."
"Therefore, my advice is to give up the identity of a Super Hero and stop your current actions."
Steve asked, "But if someone is in danger in front of us, should we ignore it and take no action?"
Lucas shook his head. "Steve, not only Super Heroes can save people, ordinary people can too."
"I'm merely suggesting you give up the identity of a Super Hero, to no longer treat vigilantism as a profession, not to strip you of your right to act bravely in the face of injustice."
"When you are a Super Hero, people will hold you to a Super Hero's standard, and you will be attacked for even a small oversight "
"When you are an ordinary person, people will hold you to an ordinary person's standard, and at this time, as long as there is no negative effect, your courage will be praised."
After a pause, Lucas's gaze swept over Matt, Clint, and the others.
"Steve, I've only been here for a year or two, and you've been asleep for seventy years, only recently awakened."
"However, they've been in this place for decades. You can ask them if what I'm saying is wrong."
Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, and Danny Rand, the three street heroes, brightened up and nodded.
This was a path they had never considered.
However, Matt frowned. "Lucas, every night, I hear cries for help from all over. I can't ignore those sounds."
Lucas picked up a piece of paper and a pen, and with a few swift strokes, wrote down a phone number.
"Matt, I just said that ordinary people can also do good deeds. You can try to put down your identity as Daredevil and do good deeds as a concerned citizen."
"Here, this is the phone number for George Stacy of the New York Police Department. If you encounter someone who needs help, you can call him."