Raven's Aunt Alice's family has an activity that is very important to almost everyone in the family—a free weekend every month for a picnic. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoAunt Alice felt that it was an important way to bond with each other, and the children were rightly happy about the regular outdoor recreation, especially little Billy, who happily ran around the house the night before, and it took Aunt Alice a long time to finally get him to bed.

Of course, it's not Raven's style to participate in such activities in general, but she's also trying to fit in and be part of the family.

The children were running wildly on the lawn, and Aunt Jack was setting up a barbecue grill to flick all sorts of meat skewers onto it, and Aunt Alice was helping him.

The weather was exceptionally fine today, with a cloudless blue sky, the sun hanging lazily in the sky, and thousands of golden rays splashing unreservedly on the green lawn. Raven looked up at the blue sky intently, and the shadow of Eric unconsciously appeared in his mind.

I wonder what that guy is doing now? This guy likes to be reckless, but sure enough, seeing his father recently is still a big blow, right? How will he spend this weekend alone? Maybe I should go and stay with him......

"Raven!"

Raven was pulled back to reality by Aunt Alice's voice, and she was waving in this direction.

"Ah, excuse me, can you hand me the lamb in the trunk? I felt like I was in the car. ”

"Okay."

Raven found the skewers in the trunk of the car and handed them to his aunt.

"Thank you." She smiled warmly and stroked Raven's jet-black hair like a mother, "Angela and I rarely agreed on it in our childhood, but I must admit that she raised a very sweet girl, Rachel. I know you may be a little bit out of sight, but you don't have to, you're part of our family, and we're always looking forward to welcoming you to be one of us. ”

Lovely? I? Foolish dreams, auntie. Raven muttered inwardly.

"Yo? I'm not too late, am I? ”

Raven's familiar voice came from the side of the lawn, and she looked back in surprise to see Eric walking briskly with a natural smile on his face.

Aunt Alice said, "I remember you ...... Raven's friend? ”

"yes." Eric said, "Hello, Auntie, I heard that you had a picnic today, and Raven invited me to come, right?" ”

Not at all.

Although he thought so in his heart, Raven quickly reacted and said, "Ah...... yes, I mentioned it to him yesterday and said we have a picnic on the weekend...... Sorry I forgot to tell you, aunt. ”

Aunt Alice giggled, "What are you talking about, Rachel, he's a very good boy, of course I welcome it." ”

"Ah, I'll help you, Auntie." Eric stepped forward quickly.

"Oh? Do you also barbecue? ”

"Sort of."

Eric then mingled with them quite naturally, and soon got busy. Raven leaned closer to him and asked in a very soft voice, "How do you know about our activities today?" ”

Eric smiled, "I probably know more about you than you do." ”

Raven rolled his eyes and didn't say anything more, but was clearly unimpressed.

Coney Island, New York.

The atmosphere in the studio was noticeably solemn, and as one sharp question after another was thrown, Mr. Pillinger became more and more aggressive, and his body involuntarily leaned forward slightly.

"'Iron Man'." Pillinger continued to ask, looking like a general in pursuit of victory, "How do you define it?" A completely new military weapon? ”

"I don't see it that way." Tony said lightly.

"To be in harmony with your other inventions, I guess it's also loaded with weapons."

"Everything is a military application, and all tools are lethal." Tony admitted.

Pillinger shrugged: "Then I guess Iron Man armor must also have the ability to mass destruction, doesn't it?" Or should it be defined as a defensive industrial product? ”

"All technology works like that, I don't think I'm trying to convince you, but every time I try to explain something, you just ignore me." "Am I an arms dealer, so I'm an arms dealer because the money from the Lotus Bomb has gone into bio-implants, cardiotonic alternatives, and internal pain pumps?" No. Did I make a fortune designing weapons? Yes. Will I do it for the rest of my life? No. ”

"Do you think they have your painkiller pump in Iraq, Mr. Stark?" Pillinger asked sharply again, "How do you think an Afghan kid whose hand was blown off by your bomb would be affected by Iron Man?" ”

The air heated up again, and the atmosphere became more tense. Tony was silent for a moment, frowning slightly.

The phone rang very inopportunely.

Tony pulled his phone out of his pocket, glanced at it, thought for a moment before pressing the hang up button, then stood up as if he was about to leave.

"Listen, I never wanted to be perfect, I know I have blood on my hands, but at least I'm trying to make the world a better place."

"'Make the world a better place', well, thank you for your time." Pierringer also saw that he was about to leave, and he also stood up, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Actually, I have one more question. You should know what I do at work, right? So why are you still being interviewed by me? ”

"Because I want to see you." Tony said dryly, "You've been making documentaries like this for twenty years, right?" But have you changed anything? You've been trying to expose the frightening truth to the world, and then what? What have you changed? ”

Mr. Pillinger was stunned for a long time.

"I don't know." He concluded.

Tony was silent for a moment and said, "Me too." ”

With that, he turned and walked briskly out of the studio.

After going out, he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed back the number he had just called.

"Tony? Is that you? A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Of course, ma'am. But now the question is – who are you? Why would you know my private number? ”

"It's me, Maya Hansen, we've met."

"Uh, sorry, not impressive."

"That's not important, all that matters is that I need you." Maya Hansen paused and said, "Or Iron Man is needed, the situation is very urgent, and it may rise to a national-level security incident." ”

"That sounds like the right thing to do with S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Who?"

"Forget it, tell me the address, I'll be there in a moment."

After hanging up, Tony dropped by and went to the bathroom.

He washed his face in front of the sink, and when he looked up, he suddenly noticed a young man in a green jacket appeared behind him at some point, his expression like a sculpture.

He turned his head alertly, a strong hand grabbing his throat like pincers. At this moment, he saw in horror that the young man's skin was glowing red like a soldering iron.