In New York at night, Tony drove his red sports car as usual, preparing to return to the seaside villa.

He returned from a trip to Monaco, his anxiety was a little relaxed, although the problem of palladium poisoning was still unsolved, and there were a bunch of troubles in Stark Industries, but Tony just wanted to take advantage of his time to fulfill his dream, such as holding the Stark Industrial Fair, or starting a new energy era.

"At least someone will remember me." Tony's muttering faded with the wind.

But the most troublesome thing is that he has annoyed Pepper recently, and the usually caring secretary lady is now always cold-faced, and she doesn't like to take care of herself.

"Hopefully, Pepper won't cry too badly by then."

With his hands on the wheel, Tony fantasized about his funeral, and Rhodes would definitely come over when the time came, saying something touching and mourning; Pepper, who knows the truth, may cry profusely, complaining about why she didn't find out sooner; The old guys on the board of directors should probably open champagne to celebrate......

Mr. Stark, who was cranky, silently calculated, and finally sadly discovered that he really didn't have many friends except for Rod and Pepper.

"Ahem...... Geniuses are always lonely. There was silence for a moment, and Tony could only comfort himself with this reason.

The wind howls in the windows, the lights of the city illuminate the night like ink, the engine of the red sports car roars, and the thrill of speed, and Stark's mouth is smiling, only in this way can he truly appreciate the vividness of life, and resist the impending death.

The scenery on the highway is fleeting, and Tony, who is immersed in the speed, inadvertently catches a glimpse of a familiar figure with his peripheral vision, he can't help but release the gas pedal, pull over and gradually slow down.

"Look, isn't that the great New York genius? Have you been robbed by thugs? They didn't even leave you the money for a taxi, which is really unethical. ”

Hearing these strange words, Sean ignored Tony's mocking words and jumped in with one hand on the car door. It's a waste of time to argue with the playboy, and he doesn't want to be photographed by the paparazzi, otherwise tomorrow there will be false news like "Ambrera founder running naked on the highway" or "New York genius doing performance art".

Since the Clarion Daily reported on the Watsonton scandal, those tabloid reporters have followed suit, often using exaggerated headlines to attract attention, such as Mr. Fantastic not long ago, after leading the rest of the team to a talk show to show his abilities, he was quoted as "shocked!" by third-rate tabloids with ulterior motives. Famous superheroes turned out to be weak! ”。

Although Reed later explained that the rubberized body does not bring trouble to normal life, and it is not as dirty as everyone thinks, it is still made up by many people and circulated around.

"Send me to Long Island." Sean leaned back in his chair and said with his eyes closed.

The conversation with the ancient one made him feel tired, compared to the Supreme Mage who often traveled in the long river of time and space, he had to lose in strength and wisdom.

This also sounded a wake-up call in his heart, even if he formed an alliance with the professor and defeated Magneto, there was still a long way to go, there was never a shortage of strong people on this planet, and he was far from reaching the point where no one could match the power.

"I'm not your driver." Tony pursed his lips, glancing at the young man sitting next to him with a frown, and said no more.

Subjective emotions aside, he has a good impression of Sean, who is not lacking in ability and has an outstanding mind, and is not at all a waste material like Justin Hammer - of course, this is only objectively. Just thinking about the scene of this guy dancing with Pepper in his arms makes Tony start to regret why he stopped his car, took a picture and sent it to the newspaper, bought a newspaper tomorrow morning, and made a phone call to laugh at it, that's what he should do.

"It's not the direction to Long Island." Sean, who closed his eyes and rested for a moment, looked at the tree-lined road on both sides, which seemed to be the way to Stark's mansion.

"There's a party tonight, a crowd is waiting, and I can't be late as the main character!" Tony said lazily.

Sean looked thoughtfully at the black veins in the dandy's neck, knowing that the palladium toxin was eating away at the other man's body, even without a blood test.

"Really don't think about it anymore? Get a top doctor to do the surgery, get the shrapnel out of your body, and as long as you don't use that gadget anymore, maybe by the time you're eighty, you'll still be able to have a party with a bunch of swimsuit girls or something. ”

Tony shook his head, his eyes were determined, Iron Man was an indispensable part of his life, and no one could make him give up.

"You don't understand the feeling." He patted the ark reactor on his chest, "That sense of flying and omnipotent, the first time I tried to use my own power to help others, this is the life I want to chase, even if it is short-lived." ”

The dazzling headlights illuminate the dark tree-lined path like sharp swords, and the distant seaside villas standing on the edge of the cliffs can be seen in the distance, and the noise can be faintly heard.

"What, it's a pity that the great Iron Man is about to die?" Tony tilted his head with a smug smile on his face.

The silent Sean shook his head and said, "I'm just thinking that after you leave this world, as a former collaborator, I may have to comfort Miss Potts who is immersed in grief - don't thank me, this is what I should do." ”

Tony's smiling face immediately froze, if he hadn't been holding the steering wheel yet, he would definitely have strangled this ill-intentioned bastard with both hands!

…………

Kathmandu, Kama Taj.

Ancient One returned to his abode, the light of the hanging ring flickered, the circle of sparks dissipated without a trace, and his eldest disciple Mordu stood quietly in the center of the courtyard.

"How's this trip to New York?" Mo Du, who is a disciple of the Supreme Mage, asked.

There are many mages in the Kama Taj who practice in seclusion, but only Mordo has really received the inheritance of the ancient one. Everyone else sees him as the next Supreme Master.

"Meet an interesting guy." The bald mage smiled as she put her hands behind her back as she strolled through the night, "I can't see his future in the midst of all the timelines. ”

"Didn't you say that it was a soul from another world, and maybe he wouldn't be in the future." Mordo said softly.

He had studied magic with the Supreme Mage for many years, practiced in seclusion, and he had never had the slightest doubt about this great wise man who had saved himself from the mundane.

"No, I have a glimpse of some fragments of the long river of time and space, and he is one of the biggest variables, which is why I chose to let it go."

The Ancient One sighed, looking up at the vast starry sky, she was extremely nostalgic for the beauty of the world, but she could not prevent death from coming.

Quietly walking into the depths of the main hall, the Eye of Agamodha was enshrined on the stage, and under the shell of heavy magic, a deep green gem shimmered.

"Will he be a threat to this world?" Gu Yi asked softly, and no one in the hall answered.

The Supreme Mage reached out to the Eye of Agamodha, and when he was about to reach it, he quickly retracted it, as if he did not want to use this powerful artifact again.

"It was a predator and conqueror of lust, and I should not have pinned my hopes on him...... But if not, how can we prevent future crises? The hesitation in his eyes lasted for a moment, and then immediately dissipated.

The Ancient One left with his hands in his hands, and the dark green gem dimmed, waiting for the arrival of the next Supreme Mage.