S.H.I.E.L.D., Desire Pot Research Group Laboratory.

"Quick, let's conduct the 173rd group of controlled experiments, I need to know how the Pot of Desire reacts to different groups of people......

In the room, while issuing orders to his assistants, Dr. Henry obsessively looked through the glass window at the Lust Pot in the test room below.

In the white laboratory room, several staff members wearing isolation gowns were roughly dragging out the two experimenters covered in wounds.

The subjects' faces were twisted, and they frantically shouted unintelligible names with no regard for their injuries.

「#￥%@%#......」

Stomp and tread.

"Dr. Henry, how is the research on the Pot of Desire?"

Pushing through the door quickly, Natasha looked at Dr. Henry in the room.

"Lust Pot? Scold... What a nice name."

With a sarcastic smile, Dr. Henry turned and handed her a document in his hand.

"This brass-colored magic pot looks quite ancient, and according to a professional appraisal agency, it is actually tens of thousands of years old.

It exudes a strange resonance capable of converting pain within a radius of 10 meters into money as we know it.

The more you hurt yourself, the stronger the pain, and the more money will be converted.

The most incredible thing is that these currencies are all real, and they can be spent, and their numbers and historical issuance records can be checked, as if they have always existed in the past......

Looking through the document in her hand, Natasha pointed to a certain paragraph inside and read it softly.

"You're a worm that travels through time.

The song of thunder warps your form.

Happiness comes.

White as a pearl, but there is a yellow-red chaos hidden in his eyes.

Through the mirror, the reflection will eventually be corrected.

Leave your inner being at the door.

Wet your fingers through the surface.

You've always been a new version of yourself.

You hope it's true.

When you dream, we stand by your side.

You can hear our conversation, but you will forget.

Now this is happening more and more often.

You give us permission in your rules.

We waited in the stains. And the wording of this situation has been revised.

Repeat that word.

The name of the voice.

It resonates in your home......

As she read, the paper in front of her suddenly twisted, and the red mist was all around, as if something was whispering in her ear.

The voice was sharp and hoarse, with some kind of corrupting magic, Natasha instinctively resisted, and then, she suddenly went deaf, and with a whirlwind of choices, she recovered,

At that moment, she discarded the document in her hand, and took several steps back to the door under Dr. Henry's surprised gaze, her body pressed against the door, her eyes trembling, and she gasped for breath.

That thing just now... What is it?!

[Mood from Natasha Manlomanov +1244]

And in the angle she couldn't see, there was some kind of red mist, floating out of the desire magic pot in the laboratory room below, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, like an illusion......

......

Hell's Kitchen, Pier 13, night, windy.

A dilapidated smuggling boat, quietly parked on the riverbank.

Click.

Pushing open the hatch in the thick smell of blood, the blue-clothed samurai with a single ponytail silently wiped his sword, and the dim cabin was littered with corpses, red blood smeared the entire wall.

"I'm sorry... Before I enter S.H.I.E.L.D., I can only tell you to "shut up."

Scold.

The long sharp knife was sheathed, and the single-tailed samurai slowly approached the bow of the ship, his face tilted back to meet the cold wind, and he stared at the bustling city.

"Heh......

A cold smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and the violent killing machine seemed to erode the heavens and the earth.

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The wind of freedom slammed into his body, and was slashed away by the invisible sword qi.

At this moment, the samurai with a sword whispered in the wind.

"Destroy this city......

......

After Ivan Vanko's extradition to the United States, Tony personally went to meet with him in prison.

But the guy's eyes were as pure as a baby, and when he asked him anything, he didn't respond.

In desperation, Tony can only leave in a huff, and when he returns to the Stark Industrial Building, he finds a man he hasn't seen for a long time, who is holding a pot of lilies and laughing with Deadpool and Pepper.

Hearing the movement, he quietly turned around and raised his hand to say hello.

"Hi ~ Tony, long time no see, did you miss me?"

「...... Leon!"

As soon as he saw that smiling face, Tony felt that his stomach hurt again, if it weren't for the other party's brought, how could he be pregnant?

This made him almost a global laughing stock, the object of ridicule on the Internet, God can see pity, how did he survive in those days?

All in all, this is quite a hassle guy!

[Mood from Tony Stark +1153]

Speaking of which, these two people don't "have children" and don't know each other.

To some extent, the ability to give birth to Ania Stark, a daughter he loves very much, is also due to Leon.

But in this heart, there will always be a little bit of awkwardness.

He lifted the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, nodded his head, said hello, and asked.

"Leon, why did you come to New York? When did you come back?"

"Well, it's a long story......

Stepping forward and putting his arm around his shoulder, Leon Balabala talked nonsense, repeating what he had told Coulson and them because of the special training.

Everyone looked at him with an expression of understanding, and there was no need for surprise in any of the actions this man did.

"What about Konstantin, why is he gone?"

Looking behind Tony, Leon didn't notice Konstantin's figure, and said strangely.

"The dark magic book he gave me last time worked really well.

When I can't sleep at night, I always pick it up and flip it over, which is the best choice for insomnia!"

Sure enough, it's a black magic book, and before I turn a few pages, the effect of sleep is so great!

When I meet Konstantin again, ask if there are any other types, Leon recently held a few hot pot banquets with Coulson in S.H.I.E.L.D., what kind of mandarin duck pot, spicy pot, tomato pot or something.

This time, his stomach was a little uncomfortable, and he urgently needed a magic book for stomach digestion to top it.

"No, Leon, that guy Konstantin will laugh out loud when you know that you used the Black Magic Book he gave him as a tool to cure insomnia!"

Sitting on the couch, Deadpool suddenly became depressed when he said this.

"Good guy, I've known that guy for so long, and he didn't say anything to give me something?

Why didn't I see you a few times, so I sent a book?"

[Sentiment from Wade Wilson +1163]

"Wade, you don't know magic... Even if it is given to you, do you understand?"

Pulling out a bottle of expensive wine from the wine cabinet, Tony sarcastically poured it for the few people present.

This made Deadpool dissatisfied, and he yelled like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Even if I don't need it, it's good to wipe my ass and pad a table leg, and it's Konstantin's heart!"

「......」

Tony's drink almost squirted out of his mouth, but luckily he didn't give it to you, otherwise Konstantin would have sealed you to hell!

"By the way, Leon, where do you live now? If you don't have a place to stay, you can live in my house."

No longer bothering with that stupid cock, Tony turned his head and asked Leon.

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