In the depths of the night, the black Lincoln sedan leaned on two headlights with high beams, and walked familiarly and nimbly through the nearest road back to the Belkey area of Long Island Estate.

「... Yes, the meeting went well, dear, Mr. Howlett, well... Well, it's not what I imagined, right... As young and handsome as rumored. My dear, he's a mutant, not by drugs or magic..."

After Mr. Howard Stark met James, he first hurriedly communicated with Dr. Wendy-Lawson at Edward Air Force Base for a long time, and then was busy with the work of the group and S.H.I.E.L.D. until late at night.

The driver in front of him was an old gentleman very close to Howard, with strands of gray blonde hair neatly combed at his ears and temples, a thin chin and a thin figure, but his shoulders, shoulders and palms were very broad.

Even in the middle of the night, the gentleman's eyes were still bright, and his hands holding the steering wheel slid through the corners, skirting the woodland outside the Stark family on Long Island.

「...... If you encounter someone who promotes the promotion of magical rituals, report it directly to the "Whip of Order!" Yes, I know Tony is a good boy, hey, you know Mary, Dr. Lawson and even Mr. Howlett mentioned Tony to me yesterday..."

「... Well, I know, rest assured. I'll be patient with him, go and rest at such a late hour, Edwin will pick you up in two days. That's it, good night dear, I love you."

Mr. Stark finally hung up the phone with his wife, Maria, and pinched the bridge of his nose hard.

When I was old, I remembered that my son was admitted to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology at the age of 14 and received a degree in electrical engineering with the best grades in three years.

My attitude towards him over the years has indeed been too harsh.

"May I ask you a question, Edwin?"

"Of course, sir, I will do my best to answer your questions."

Although Mr. Driver is also old, he is a little more energetic than the old Stark, and his voice with a hint of English accent is clear and full of indifferent rationality.

Compared with the ravine of time on his face, his voice did not have the hoarse and old age of old age.

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mr. Stark in the rearview mirror, and said elegantly and respectfully.

Howard hesitantly took the gift box wrapped aside, which contained a graduation gift for Tony.

It's ridiculous to say that this gift was not prepared by himself, but by Mr. Butler Edwin Jarvis in advance, and he didn't even know what it contained.

"In... When did Tony and I start to be like this? He loved to spend time with me when he was a kid, and I still remember what he looked like when he made the V8 engine..."

Before the unspeakable words were spoken, Jarvis moved his lips with a sneer, paused for two seconds, and finally said sincerely:

"I want to... It should be after you're back in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s science department, sir. The company's busy business and the various research projects in the bureau have completely deprived you of your life."

Seeing that Mr. Butler seemed to have something to say, Howard raised his hand and motioned for him to continue.

"I beg your pardon, sir, I shouldn't have expressed my opinions or emotions, but... Master Tony is just like a normal child, he needs his father's company."

Howard Stark remembered the end of yesterday's meeting with Mr. Howlett, who, when talking about their respective children, described in great detail how he had taken his daughter over snowy mountains and through the jungle.

Or even dive into the sea to visit the experiences of the Atlantis Sea Country.

But if Howard is asked to tell a story about his experience with his son Tony, the only memory he has left is to test the V8 engine of the motorcycle trailer that Tony made alone in the courtyard of the villa.

And that's at least ten years ago.

"Thank you Edwin, I should be patient, the biggest difficulty of the Pegasus project has been solved, except for Pym's 'Beatles' lately

Who's going to bother me, how about you say I'm taking Tony on a graduation trip? Mr. Howlett mentioned that I was welcome to visit his research base, and Tony must—"

"Oh God!"

Stark Manor was lit up late at night, almost illuminating the sky above as if it were day.

Before the car drove into the garden area outside the villa, the noisy noise and enthusiastic disco music pressed on the face.

The door to the Stark mansion was wide open, and there were even a few drunken young men lying on the steps of the door and the flower garden in the courtyard.

The bruises on Howard's forehead twitched, and before the car could stop, he pushed the door and stepped out, rushing into the house in a hurry.

.........

"Quick! Tony, Rhodes is running out! Don't act like a, I'll bet you ten bucks!"

In the marble-paved central living room, a young man with brown hair and a black face with large eyes and another lean but very sturdy young man were surrounded by a group of young men and women, each biting a transparent rubber conduit.

The two of them didn't know if it was alcohol on their faces, or because they were desperately pumping at least a liter of beer keg, and their faces were red, and the supporters on both sides shouted and cheered wantonly.

"Ahem! Vomit... Poof!"

Tony Stark, who looked quite handsome and cute, finally couldn't deliver a sip of beer in time, choked heavily, raised his neck and squirted a dull yellow beer waterfall from his mouth, and then trembled and burped on the mahogany table, vomiting twice from time to time.

At the same time, on the other side, Tony's classmate and friend James Rhodes at MIT finally finished the keg of beer in front of him, clenched his fists and raised them high, yelling and cheering with everyone in the party.

"One minute!"

Howard Stark roared in a hearty voice, almost drowning out the noise in the room, and he pointed to the ground with his right hand, and said in a deep voice:

"If you haven't gotten out of my house for a minute, stay here and clean up this lump of garbage until your parents come and pick it up in person!"

The disco in the box player was still singing and dancing without eyes, and a room of young graduates were stunned for a few seconds, and the birds and beasts scattered out of Mr. Stark's mansion.

「.. Tony, Tony! Wake up, Mr. Stark is back... Your dad is back!"

"Hmm... Roddy, hiccup! I've decided to talk to you again... One more round!"

Rhodes, who had just finished drinking, was still awake, and even had the strength to push and call out to his friend who was lying in a puddle of alcohol vomit.

He looked at Mr. Stark staring at him with an unkind expression, smiled wryly, and didn't dare to say anything more, so he patted Tony on the back and ran out.