"I know that for all this time, you want to explain to me and Maria what your life is like now, you want to tell us what you have done, and you want us to know how much your life has changed now......

"Maybe you didn't realize it yourself, it puts a lot of pressure on you, you want to prove to us that you have done a lot and done a good job, but you don't want to tell us that we have long been left behind by this era."

"Tony, you're always like this, whenever you want to be outspoken, but you want to be tactful, you look very anxious, and you will write this emotion on your face, Maria and I have seen it countless times."

"No, you don't have ......," Stark subconsciously denied, but Howard's smiling voice came from the communicator.

"Nothing? Haven't seen your awkward look? Or has it not been left behind by the times? Tony, don't kid yourself."

"Maria and I have completed our mission in the last era, even if the final ending seems a bit hasty and hurts you, we are glad to see that you can have the life you have today."

"You don't have to change the course of your life because of our unexpected return, and we don't want you to."

"So, we thought, the best way to do that is for us to disappear into your life again, so that you can go all the way down this beautiful path."

"No...... No......" Stark kept denying.

"No Stark can live on the sympathy of others." Howard's tone became lower: "...... We're all like that."

"It's a pity, looking back, in my life, you don't see the same pride as you, I always retreat again and again, like a coward."

"No...... No......" Stark's hand against the wall tightened slowly, and more tears began to accumulate in his eyes that were always moist than before.

"In the last era, I didn't perform well enough, there aren't many great deeds that you can remember, but every Stark has his own pride, and I don't want my career to stop here and end the coffin."

"You have the ability to take great steps that belong to you in this era, but I don't want to retire and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, as an old man fishing, since I have a second chance, I hope I can grasp it......

At this moment, Maria's gentle voice also sounded on the other end of the communicator: "I'm sorry, little Tony, we have to part for such a warm Christmas."

"Your dad and I will always be proud of you, and I hope that one day, you will be proud to talk about us, and we are planning to work hard for it......

Stark heard the stranger's shout from the other end of the communicator, as if to ask Howard and Maria to go to the cabin, he almost hurriedly approached the communicator's radio port, wanting to say something, but at this time, Howard's voice had already come:

"We're about to get on board, and another great adventure is about to begin this Christmas...... Merry Christmas, Tony."

….

After the communication was hung up, only the busy sound of "Dudu" remained, and Stark slowly slid down with his back against the wall and sat down on the ground.

He tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes in some pain, and soon showed a self-deprecating smile, saying to himself, "I'm like a little baby, crying and not wanting my parents to go out to work...... But they are gone, as it was before, and it is now......

"Tony Stark, when the hell are you going to grow up?"

Leaning against the wall and sitting for a moment, Stark seemed to have made some kind of decision, and he held out a hand, and a hovering controller flew out of the console next to him and came to him.

Stark pressed a button, and light began to gather above the body in the square display case.

Stark put his hand on the controller and closed his eyes tightly, as the "hum" of electricity became louder and louder, and the lights in the entire room went out with a "click".

But the eyes of the robot's body are slow

It slowly lit up, like the first star to light up when night came.

[In view of the general environment,

After a pleasant beep, Jarvis's voice rang out, "Good evening, sir, welcome back."

"Good evening, Jarvis, and you're welcome back."

Stark took a deep breath, tried to contain his emotions, and asked in a rational tone as much as possible, "How does your new body feel?" Can you hear me through your ears?"

"Yes, sir, it makes me feel amazing." Jarvis's voice still had a straight, mechanical feel, but it was no longer a mechanical device, but a voice coming out of his throat.

"That's how humans usually feel, it's a bit primitive and backward, right?" Stark, who sat by the wall, smiled and said, "That's why, I always have some ears behind my ears after staying up late, and human organs are far less reliable than machine sensors......

"No, I feel good." Jarvis in the display room moved his finger and said, "It's amazing, I didn't issue any instructions, but it was losing a lot of data as my mind moved, but it seemed to be receiving extra information all the time......

"Human beings are like this, we see, hear, and write down too much useless information every day, so forgetting is a necessary function, and if you find that you can't remember anything, it means that you are just like us."

Jarvis looked down and found that his body was still perfecting, the mechanical parts outside were gradually healing, and he became like a creature made of liquid mercury, and all the connections and parts were gradually disappearing.

"Sir, I don't remember you having the technology to forge a body made of machinery, but with a perfect human structure." Jarvis said as he watched the changes in his body.

"I really don't have that technology." Stark stared at Jarvis's body and said, Jarvis looked at him with his eyes, Stark slowly tilted his head to the side and said in a low breath that could barely be heard in the quiet of the room, "So I asked for help...... Magic."

….

"Existing science and technology really can't give an electronic life a true soul, nor can it give you a perfect body." Stark said as he lifted the transparent cover on the controller and pulled out a red gem from inside.

"It's a Gem of Reality, from Asgard, that can turn the ideas in my head into reality." Stark held the gem to his eyes and said, "I wish you could have a perfect body somewhere between carbon-based and silicon-based creatures, gems are strong, but gems alone can't do that."

"I made a deal with Strange to make him a middleman, borrowed the gem from Asgard, and at the same time, got some know-how."

"Asgard's starship has the ability to directly transform the power of the universe's origin, which is the source of their divine power, into power, and this ability comes from their starship engine, and I got this powerful technology from Loki."

"And at what cost?" Jarvis was keenly aware of the key.

"It doesn't cost much." Stark shook his head and said, "Anyway, I was going to do it as well, Asgard is the umbrella of the Earth, and they shouldn't fall in Ragnarok."

Jarvis's eyes paused for a moment, and then, as if he were a real human, he closed his eyes like a real human, and his unfinished facial features showed a very human expression of pain, and he said, "You promised to help them in their Ragnarok?"

Stark nodded and said, "Other than that, it won't cost you anything to get such an important technology."

Jarvis was silent until a perfectly matte silver body was constructed.

He has an almost identical appearance to a human, down to every pore and hair, just like a human.

There are also some differences in the fact that under his eyes, there are two thin silver threads that connect all the way to the mandible, and there are also two circles of mechanical interface lines on his neck, but now they are more like them

It's a tattoo.

In addition, his *** bones on the outside, that is, nails, can still see the texture of metal, and his eyes are as red as real gems, Stark looked at Jarvis, who was a silver-haired red boy, and said with a smile:

"You're like a vampire in fantasy right now, and if Peter saw you now, he'd be shouting cool, and maybe trying to dye his hair silver......

Through the reflection of the cube display room, Jarvis saw his own face, he looked like no one, more like the perfect human appearance in human fantasy, with deep eyes, a high nose, smooth muscle lines, and no trace of excess fat, like a character pinched out of a game.

Jarvis touched his face slightly, and he found that he had a body temperature, which seemed to frighten him, making him quickly withdraw his hand.

Stark stood up directly from the ground, clapped his hands on the spot, and said in a brisk tone, "Okay, the clothes are on the table next to it, and after putting them on, you can leave, and I'm going to work."

The glass door of the display case opened, but Jarvis was still standing in it, he looked at Stark and asked, "Leave?" Where am I going?"

….

"Go where you want to go." Stark said as he walked towards the lab, "Anywhere...... You're free."

"But I'm ......," Jarvis was about to speak, when Stark turned to stare at him and said in a somewhat angry tone, "Get out of here!" Don't let me see you, you aren't needed here!"

"Sir, you don't seem to be expressing anger, but grief." Jarvis walked over to the next table, picked up his clothes and put them on, and then stood by the door and said, "You always like to be tactful when you are in a mood, and you are angry when you are sad, Dr. Schiller said, it's a disease."

Go to him when he says!" Stark spun around again, waved his hand, walked back to the bench, turned his back to Jarvis and said, "Don't stay here, you should get a job, get a girlfriend, or go to a party or something, whatever you do, it's better than standing here stupidly."

"If you want me to do that......" Jarvis stood for a moment, leaving a few words, and then turned away.

When the moonlight entered the laboratory, Stark, who was sitting with his back against the laboratory table, turned his head and saw another version of himself.

He looked closely, and it was not him, but Howard many years ago.

Stark saw that a drunken Howard threw down the bottle and said to the young Tony Stark standing at the door:

"Get out of here, Tony, get a girlfriend, or go to a party, whatever you do, it's better than standing here stupidly."

So, the eagle that left the nest prematurely, was sad that he had just ruthlessly kicked the chick out of the nest.

But he would rather sit here, holding a bottle of air and pouring the bitter rain in the air into his mouth, than scream, like an eagle, regretful, but hard-mouthed.

Catch the herd and burn the rope