Chapter Ninety-Two: Rivals?

About twenty minutes later, Stark sat up from the couch with an ice pack on his head and a dull pain in the back of his head. He cursed, then sat up.

“…… Uh, Steve? What are you doing here? ”

On the opposite side of a square table sat a blonde young man in army green trousers, black military boots, and a white shirt. As long as this person sits there, it is like a calm rock, and every movement of his limbs is tempered and impeccable, and only a master who has been trained in strict and systematic martial arts has such a posture. This invisible bearing, combined with his tall and muscular figure, makes him naturally show a leader's temperament, which can make people trust him unconsciously.

Hearing the sound of Iron Man getting up from the couch, the blue pupils of the blonde young man known as Steve moved slightly, and then quickly moved his gaze back to the report.

"Tony, the next time you do a weapons test, don't be stupid enough to use yourself as a target. Remember, you are now an indispensable member of the Avengers, the most brilliant master tactician among us, and it is your responsibility to protect yourself, both on the battlefield and in everyday life. ”

"Okay, okay, I think being overly serious like you can drastically shorten people's lifespans. In the future, I will only need to keep the parts that praise me, and I believe that I can understand the rest for myself—speaking of which, where has that kid gone? Oh my God, I don't even know what his name is, so I let him spend the night in my weapons lab. ”

"Can you think about what if he was a spy who came to steal information? What if he's a malicious adventurer? It's not that we haven't met the kind of evil and unscrupulous adventurers, the leaders of the scientific and technological alliance have explained their essence to us, there are good people, there are bad people, and there are people who will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals...... Why do you trust other people's words so easily? Even if you're willing to give away this confidential information, you have to think about the people who might be victims of it—I know it's very unlikely, but ......"

"Enough! Steve! Stark yelled a little irritably, "I invited him to my weapons lab first, and I've made sure he's not a bad guy." It's impossible for a scheming person to spend two hours discussing the colors and patterns of the armor livery with me in the world's most advanced power armor lab, Jarvis is monitoring him the whole time, and my psychological and personality analysis software is running all the time, I ......"

Tony Stark licked his lips and hesitated for a moment before he raised his hand in surrender:

"Well, I'll admit, I'll pay more attention to it in the future. But my cooperation agreement with this kid has already been finalized. I feel that he has a lot of potential and may be able to provide some new ideas for my armor in the future...... What are you looking at? ”

Steve, the blonde, blue-eyed young man known to the public as "Captain America", threw the document in his hand, Stark caught it, and flipped through a few pages.

"Selene? That Black Queen of the Hellfire Club? I've been there twice and danced with her, and while I'm not a fan of the dark-haired, black-eyed type, blonde sweethearts are more in line with my taste...... Hmm......" Stark quickly flipped through the materials in his hand, words in his mouth, "terrorist attack...... Fight for power in the Hellfire Club...... Exacerbate conflicts between mutants and ordinary humans...... Well, perfectly fits my impression of this old woman, this racist. ”

In front of the square table, Captain America Steve Rogers rubbed behind his ears imperceptibly, and a slight trace of fatigue flashed on his resolute face.

"It took me all night to interrogate her, and now it's the Techno-Coalition people who seem to think that this woman has something to do with the previous Queens catastrophe, and that there are other people behind Selene controlling her movements. I think they may have obtained some information from other sources, but I can't think of any way to ask for their information, Romanoff is still in the field, she has a secret mission with S.H.I.E.L.D., otherwise sending her to negotiate would be the best option. ”

Stark threw the report back on the table, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "So, you just don't deal with people." Isn't it very easy for men to exchange feelings? Have two drinks together...... Well, I'm banned from alcohol. Go to a nightclub, talk about women, talk about relationships, talk about grievances – and then you become friends. Leave it to me, I'm the most charismatic billionaire in the world, and the richest handsome guy in the world, if I can catch a beautiful woman among some adventurers, then I'm winning glory for the country, right? ”

Seeing Stark, who was still wearing a nightgown, walking towards the elevator with slippers, Steve Rogers shook his head helplessly and sighed softly. This teammate is extremely reliable when it comes to fighting, but in everyday life he is known for being bold and unscrupulous. Perhaps because of his family environment since he was a child, Rogers has read many professional books, including psychoanalysis and the like, in order to become a competent commander, so he has always had a high tolerance for this unruly genius - no wonder he grew up in a rich family, and since he was a child, he has not completely degenerated into a playboy with a lustful voice. During World War II, Rogers had worked with Stark's father, Stark Sr., who he knew well. Old Stark is also a genius inventor and a merry man, but he is obviously not suitable for being a father, sometimes he looks at the current little Stark as if he saw the old Stark, and sometimes he thinks that he is actually just an ignorant young man, Rogers even secretly sees him as a nephew in his heart......

But Stark Jr. has proven himself in countless battles, and he is an amazing hero with a great heart...... Although many times he himself does not realize this, or deliberately avoids this kind of evaluation.

Suddenly, Rogers was startled, and he remembered something crucial that he hadn't told Tony Stark yet. He quickly turned his head to the elevator, and the silver-white metal door had closed silently.

"Damn it!" Steve Rogers quickly ran towards the fire escape, which was his negligence.

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Su Jing is in a good mood now.

After Stark was knocked off by a small bolt and unfortunately hit his head against the wall, Jarvis, the electronic butler, immediately sounded the alarm. Then, Captain America arrived at the scene within a minute, and mistook Su Jing for an invading enemy, and took a second to knock him to the floor.

Fortunately, Jarvis helped him out, otherwise Su Jing might have been thrown into the temporary confinement room of the Avengers Building, sharing a room with the Black Queen Selene, enjoying a happy life picking up soap.

"How does it feel to be back in this world? Mr. Anton Vanke? He turned his head and looked at the tall Russian man standing beside him. I haven't seen him for a long time, the Russian is dressed like a western cowboy, with three or four strings of silver ornaments of different shapes hanging around his neck, and the studs on his ears have been replaced with black runes, and the whole person's temperament looks rougher and heavier than before. The Russians held toothpicks in their mouths, stared at Selene on the surveillance screen, and said nothing. The white-haired parrot on his shoulder turned its head to glare at Su Jing and spat out a piece of melon seed shell in his face.

"It feels pretty good." The rough skin of the Russian's face twitched twice, and then said lightly.

At this time, there was a sound of some dragging slippers walking in the distance, Su Jing subconsciously turned his head to look, then twisted the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

As if sensing the aura of his old enemy, Anton Vanke turned around and bumped into Tony Stark, who was still wearing pajamas. The two froze in place at the same time, after an awkward two or three seconds of silence......

"Hi Anton. Long time no see. For a moment, Tony Stark put on his trademark golden-red steel suit and assumed a battle stance.

"Long time no see...... Tony ...... "Anton Vanke's iron-gray "Holy Whip" also appeared on his body, "Do you know the way? One thing I've learned now is to always remember to wear my helmet...... Otherwise, you will be caught by someone......"

Su Jing looked up to the sky and sighed.