Tony, who was freshly packed and hummed a pleasant tune, was about to go on a date, carefully prepared a romantic candlelit dinner, and recently been busy with the design of the Ultron program, all of whom neglected Pepper, who managed the company.

As the number one playboy in New York, Stark, who has been wandering for many years, will certainly not be like the incomprehensible nerd Reid, who turns a blind eye to his girlfriend full of resentment and focuses on scientific research.

"Sean, that guy is really not doing his job, and he actually went to Japan to be chic...... I don't envy it at all, I like the feeling of fulfillment more than I used to live a life of drinking and drinking – well! I miss the bikini girls in Hawaii! ”

Standing in front of the mirror with a tie, a burgundy shirt and an expensive handmade suit, and a pair of sunglasses, Tony regained his old style.

"Sir, Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D. is calling." Jarvis's full British accent sounded.

"Say I'm not there...... I'll really find a time, even if the president wants to meet me, he will have to wait for me tomorrow. Tony pouted, he didn't want to pay attention to the S.H.I.E.L.D. guys.

Helicarrier and anti-gravity technology, these have been handed over to S.H.I.E.L.D., and his duties as a scientific advisor have been completed, as for the rest of the tasks depend on his mood.

"I'm not Fury's errand, and no one wants to disturb my romantic date unless it's the end of the world." Tony muttered quietly.

"Sir, Miss Potts' call." Jarvis's voice rang out again.

"Wow, Pepper can't wait to date me?" Tony answered the phone in a hurry, "Pepper, I'll be there right away, in the Sky Gardens of Manhattan, there's a fireworks show tonight...... Coulson, that bastard called you? ”

"Hello, Mr. Stark." The call was transferred, and a gentle middle-aged man said, "Sorry for this way, but I have to contact you, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs Iron Man." ”

"Didn't Fury ever give you holidays? Or do you never have personal time? Coulson, I don't need S.H.I.E.L.D.! It's my personal time! Is the end of the world coming? I can't even have dinner with my girlfriend? ”

Tony spat out a long list of questions, he hated the feeling of being called to work, especially as a prodigal son who was dissolute and freedom-loving, Stark had always disliked S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rigid way of doing things.

The black director always kept a lot of secrets and never shared them with anyone, but he wanted everyone to open their hearts and trust him.

"I'm afraid the end of the world is really coming, Mr. Stark." Coulson said in a solemn tone.

Just four hours ago, Nick Fury used the energy delivery of the Cosmic Cube to blow up the top-secret base of S.H.I.E.L.D., but unfortunately it still didn't stop the intruders from taking the cube, and even Hawkeye Barton and Dr. Servig were controlled, and the group of three disappeared without a trace.

After listening to Coulson's explanation, Tony was silent for a while, sent a message to Pepper, and walked down the metal spiral staircase.

It didn't take long for a flash of fire to burst into the sky.

…………

Bastek Building, Natasha, sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, slightly distracted.

The flames in the fireplace flickered and fluttered, radiating a warm heat, and she had been close to Sean Zippers for a while, but the other party had not revealed any flaws, even though the two had the most intimate communication between them.

Aside from being flirtatious and demanding, that young man is the perfect lover, who can always guess what you think and surprise you by surprise, such as the next morning in bed, cooking a common love breakfast, or playing a self-composed tune in the dining room for you on a date......

Natasha had to admit that if she wasn't a high-level agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but Miss Scarlett from Los Angeles chasing her dream of stardom, she would probably have fallen in love and immersed in sweet love.

It's a pity that this is not a beautiful fairy tale, Natasha's trance eyes became sober, she received the most professional training as an agent in the former Soviet Union, restraining her emotions and maintaining reason is the most basic quality.

This female agent, known as the "Black Widow", is not the kind of simple girl who is easily carried away, she has seen the darkness and cruelty of this world, and has an extremely strong psychological defense.

The phone on the table buzzed and vibrated as a text message from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s encrypted channel, and only Nick Fury knew about it.

"The Cosmic Cube was taken away by the enemy, and Barton was controlled, so he quickly returned to the headquarters."

Natasha looked grim, Hawkeye Barton, one of her few companions within S.H.I.E.L.D., leaping from the couch and stepping barefoot on the ground.

Stripping off her floral dress, changing into casual attire, and flicking her burgundy wavy hair, Miss Scarlett's identity came to an end, and she returned to become a Romanov agent.

Glancing at the warmly furnished bedroom, Natasha sighed and closed the door and left.

…………

S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters on the banks of the Potomac River.

In the empty training room, a tall, muscular handsome man struck a punching bag, each punch was powerful, and the muscles all over his body were stretched, revealing the beauty of masculine strength.

As the speed of his fist increased, some distant memories flashed back to his mind, and he fought side by side with a group of comrades on the battlefield full of artillery fire, defeating the Hydra soldiers.

He remembers the fight with Schmidt the Red Skull, the plane crashing down the glacier, the dance that was seventy years late......

When he opened his eyes again, the world had already changed, his former comrades-in-arms had passed away, his former lovers were dying, and an invisible wall separated him from the world.

Like a veteran returning from the battlefield with a scar, he could only caress the mottled and rusty weapon, reminiscing about the glory of the past full of flowers and honor.

With a hard punch, the heavy sandbag flew out and slammed into the wall with a loud bang.

Taking a few breaths to calm his excitement, Steve lifted another sandbag from the ground and continued to vent his abundant energy.

"Can't sleep?" The figure of Nick Fury appears in the doorway.

"I've slept for seventy years, sir, and I think I've slept enough."

Steve continued to swing his fists, and it had been some time since he had woken up from his slumber, but he rarely went out, usually staying at S.H.I.E.L.D., or occasionally returning to his hometown in Brooklyn.

It has become an old town, and the neighborhood was bought by long-dead friend Howard Stark, who is said to have lived in the old house for a while.

"When I passed out in a coma, the world was at war, and when I woke up, I heard that we had won, and I don't know what the price of winning the war was?"

Steve untied the white cloth belt from his hand, knowing that Nick Fury wouldn't come to the door easily.

There is a clear difference between a soldier who abides by military discipline and morality, and this one-eyed black man, who never cares about the means.

"Got a mission for me, sir?" Steve asked.

"Captain, you're going to save the world again." Fury handed over a folder with a seventh-level secret file of S.H.I.E.L.D., about the core secrets of the Cosmic Rubik's Cube. "This is what Howard Stark found from the ocean when he was searching for you, and he thought it was the key to extracting infinite energy as I did."

"Four hours ago, someone snatched it."

Steve returned the folder, recognizing the cube on the document, which the Red Skull Schmidt had been fascinated by, and which Hydra had used to develop energy weapons that could blow humans to ashes with a single shot.

"I'm a soldier, and I'm only on duty."

The war hero of the last century lifted his backpack and walked out the door, not declining Nick Fury's invitation.

"Do you have any specific advice for retrieving the Rubik's Cube?" The Black Chief asked in the back.

He couldn't allow the Cosmic Rubik's Cube to fall into the hands of an outsider, a precious item that S.H.I.E.L.D. had kept for many years, and it could not be missed.

"You should leave it in the sea." The captain replied without looking back.