Seeing Stark's persecution paranoia to this extent, Daisy had to write him a letter to him, and it felt abnormal if nothing happened to the earth? What kind of logic is this!

"As long as you don't cause trouble, nothing will happen to the earth, can you understand what I say?" She whispered.

Stark's beard was cocked: "What you say violates the objective law, the occurrence of things should not be diverted by my will, isn't it true that the doctor will not get sick if he doesn't go to work?" You're lying to me. ”

The theory that there is no doctor is really nonsense, but the Marvel world follows this principle many times, a lot of trouble is there, if you don't provoke it, it will definitely not break out, and once provoked, it will immediately be a big trouble.

Thinking of some rumors, Daisy couldn't help but laugh: "I heard Pepper say that you bought a knighthood?" Grand Duke Stark...... Tsk, winter is coming, hehe......"

"Has there been a crisis on Earth lately?" Stark didn't bother to go around in circles with her, and seeing that she was about to divert the topic, he asked very bluntly.

Daisy's heart moved, this guy is a little uncomfortable.

Three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged villains are everywhere.

Nova Central Biocomputer has found the coordinates of the cancer universe, but it is inconvenient for her to go there now.

Entering the middle of June, both Wanda and Qin are nearly eight months pregnant at this time, even if she wants to go to the cancer universe very much, she doesn't dare to leave easily, for fear that if something happens to her family, she will regret it for the rest of her life.

Originally, I wanted to put the matter of the cancer universe on hold for the time being, but Stark took the initiative to jump out, why not use this strong labor? Or pull all the superheroes out to fight the cancer universe?

Originally, I wanted to take Deadpool with me, no matter what kind of enemy it was, Daisy would beat it to the blood, and then Deadpool, a guy with the power of death, went over and stabbed him, simple and rude, and the two of them were enough.

But now Stark seems to have given her a new choice.

It's not interesting to always be alone, just like the searcher said, what if one day you get tired of it? Why don't you mobilize everyone's enthusiasm?

The more I think about it, the more I think it's a good way, but it's not good to say it directly, it's easy to arouse suspicion, it's best for them to find out by themselves, just like the behind-the-scenes bosses who help the protagonist in many film and television works, in fact, they know everything, but they just don't say it, let the protagonist slowly discover the truth, and then jump out to help.

I thought about the whole plan in my head, and this method is good! She was going to do just that.

Immediately talked nonsense with Stark, and soon told him to be quiet on the grounds that the TV debate was about to begin.

Stark had no interest in the televised debates, and left CBS disappointed that he didn't see much coming out.

With a heavy burden of thoughts, Stark had a premonition that something was going to happen, but Daisy didn't tell him the truth, which annoyed him.

He wants to be in the driver's seat in the matter, rather than passively dealing with one difficult problem after another, which is a matter of personality and has something to do with his own abilities.

If he is prepared, he can make the corresponding armor, if he is not prepared, it is difficult to say.

Returning to the workshop to continue debugging his new armor, he felt clueless for a while, and while drinking, he lay down on the bed in the workshop to rest, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and he slowly fell asleep.

"Winter is coming......

"Winter is coming......

"What is our family motto?"

"Winter is coming!"

At first, it seemed to be him muttering softly, but then the voice made it impossible for him to make out who was talking.

He only felt a little noisy in his ears, followed by a cold breeze that penetrated to the bones, the cold penetrated his clothes and skin, and blew directly into the cracks of the bones, freezing him subconsciously curled up, but his hands and feet were stiff, and he was halfway done, which made him sober up.

Where is this? He wondered why his workshop was so cold.

Stark felt a little unconscious, and when he sat up, he noticed that his surroundings had changed.

The modern machining center is no longer a trace, the working environment with bright windows has become a somewhat dim brick and stone house, and the robotic arm he made himself has been replaced by bows and arrows and battle axes.

What is this place? Looking at the bearskin coat on his body, looking at the leather armor he was wearing, and the extremely rough silk lining, he was a little confused.

Firewood was burning in the fireplace in the room, and in the crackling firelight, Stark looked at the completely unfamiliar room in front of him and frowned, how did he get to this place?

There was a two-handed sword at the head of the bed, and he had the heart to refuse, but thinking that in a strange environment, it was better to have a weapon in his hand than nothing, he reached out and held the hilt of the sword, and then he found that his hands were different.

He is an engineer, and he has a pair of dexterous hands, but this hand in front of him is not close to dexterity, heavy, strong, and calloused at the tiger's mouth, this is a hand that often uses cold weapons to fight.

Realizing that something was wrong, he hurriedly looked back at the bronze mirror in the room, and the not clear reflection showed a face with some vicissitudes.

His appearance is still his appearance, but the cynicism has long since disappeared, and at this time, the reflection in the mirror is three points of fear and three points of surprise.

He now has long, thick black hair that is messy with his beard, a bit like Stark's face and Thor's hairstyle.

A quarter of an hour later, Stark sorted through his memories and figured out where he was going.

He inexplicably became Tony. Duke Stark, who fell asleep in his workshop, woke up to a place that had nothing to do with the earth, his family was the guardian family of the northern part of the empire, the family emblem was the ice wolf, and the family motto was that winter was coming.

There was also a small lounge in his room, in which the Duchess rested, and his action of pushing the door alarmed the Duchess.

Stark scrutinized the Duchess's facial expression, a woman he knew well, or at least he felt familiar.

"Tony?! What the hell is going on! I remember I was still in New York! Pepper wasn't as calm as him, and this lady's outfit similar to a fishbone skirt made her breathless.

"Are you Pepper?"

"Of course!"

"What is my Social Security number?" Stark asked quickly, not giving her time to think at all.

Pepper reflexively said a string of code, Stark finally breathed a sigh of relief, this is me, but more worried that in this unfamiliar place, his responsibility is doubled.