The noise faded like a tide, leaving only the embarrassment all over the ground. The night was deeper, almost faintly bright.

Out of nowhere, young Tony Stark pulled a woolen hat that he would only wear for Christmas, and buttoned it crookedly on his head.

He hugged the printed pillow on the sofa, staring numbly at the servant of the mansion cleaning the whole house, still not free from the influence of alcohol.

A pair of big hands stopped in front of Tony's eyes with a cup of hot drink, and he finally came back to his senses, looked at the butler Mr. Jarvis gratefully, and ignored his father, who was sitting on the other side like a fighting, and took a small sip of hot cocoa.

"Do you know how old you are, huh? 17 years old! That's four years away from even the legal age at which alcohol is allowed! You learned to drink heavily at the age of 17—"

"Yes! I graduated from MIT at the age of 17 with the highest grades, thank you, thank you Mr. Stark for your congratulations, I am very touched."

Howard was stunned by his son's choked words, and his two gray beards trembled lightly and said coldly:

"You're very proud, aren't you, you're amazing! Are you going to smoke big next year? Try mar phine again the year after tomorrow? You know, Dr. Lawson offered to go to the Pegasus Project for some time to study and work, and even that gentleman... Whew..."

He let out a long breath, Howard, who was over sixty years old and was already an old man, was busy until late at night, and he had to return home to teach his son a lesson.

Feeling the back of his head swelling for a while, Stark suppressed his emotions and tried his best to whisper:

「..... That Mr. Howlett, even he mentioned you, do you know what kind of person he is? His personal strength, his family, his group, and—"

"Hey, hey... Of course I do! He is a leader of a race who relies on God to roll the dice to determine the strength of genetic mutations, a dictator who has accumulated infinite wealth and armed power through his long life, oppressing and threatening the whole world."

Tony interrupted his father with another sneer, his eyes still lowered as he looked at the hot drink in his cup and blew for a long time.

Mr. Jarvis was silent on the sidelines, very professionally observing the rules of being a butler, but his thumb kept pressing and rubbing his index knuckles, watching the atmosphere between Stark and his son become more and more stiff and tense, and his heart was secretly anxious.

"Boy, you're still young, I don't care about your rampant ideas, young people always like to challenge the rules."

Old Stark seemed to have finally calmed down, but his words became more and more indifferent, and he continued to muffle with a sinking face:

"But you have to know how to be in awe! Reverence for power and even power! Have you ever thought that all the knowledge you have learned cannot explain the power of mutants, one of the four great powers of the universe can be manipulated by manipulation, and human science cannot solve the space shuttle... Some mutants can turn into diamonds and steel, and there are—"

"Ho! I might be able to do this, and I can become an iron man too! If you build a suit of armor and become an iron man, you will definitely have more ability than the steel bumps you admire in your mouth."

Tony grabbed a point in his father's words like a child, and kept quibbling, he suddenly saw the gift box wrapped in silk ribbons on the table, grabbed it with a smile, shook it casually, and asked his father pretending to be happy:

"A graduation gift for me? Oh, great Mr. Stark, can you tell your son what's in it?"

Howard's momentum suddenly softened, he subconsciously glanced at Jarvis Butler, and before he could understand Mr. Butler's silent reminder with his lips, Tony suddenly laughed and said:

"Hahahaha...... I hope your energy and mind are left on the fear of power, hehe, it's mine... Good father."

Mr. Stark, listening to his son's taunting and teasing, had no intention of continuing to sit and communicate, and he stood up and walked to the building, without saying a word.

There was a dead silence in the room for a long time, and finally, Tony said calmly and softly:

"Thank you Jarvis, thank you for my graduation gift, if you can... I want to keep you with me forever."

Tony stared at the old Mr. Butler, he leaned over and squeezed Edwin Jarvis's hand and hurriedly lowered his head, not letting him see his red eyes, and reluctantly smiled and quipped:

"Hey...... Seriously, I don't think it's too difficult to create a steel coat, but can that variant of the Steelman fly? Believe it or not, Mr. Jarvis, if I become an iron man, I will definitely be able to fly into the sky! 「

Jarvis smiled helplessly and gently patted Tony's head, still in that tone full of reason and moderation, forming a kind of harmonious contrast with the warm look on his face.

"I'm sure you can build anything you want, Master Tony. I believe

You."

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"It's a pity," Colossus "If it can fly, it will be invincible!"

Spectators in the stands watched as Kurt "Nightkin" Howlett brought opponent Peter Rasputin out of the collapsed alloy booth at the Hive Arena at Howlett Academy for the Extraordinary Elite in New York.

Colossus fell from a height of thousands of meters on the vibranium-doped arena, and the infinite impact caused the "iron man" to faint.

After losing consciousness, Peter was unable to maintain his "tempered" form, and returned to his flesh and blood. But he had just been teleported out by Kurt before he sat up and shook his head, not really hurting in any way.

"Hey, what kind of invincible is this, it's far from it, Colossus's ability is too single, and it can't be made up for by being able to fly, hiss... But this kid's defense is really perverted..."

The spectators in the stands were chattering and chatting with each other, comparing the strengths and weaknesses of these contestants.

Seeing that Peter was not injured, Kurt breathed a sigh of relief, and looked back at the metal crater with a diameter of nearly fifty meters, and the steel force that fell from the sky even pierced through the superalloy floor tiles more than half a meter thick, and the metal structure below the arena was pierced into the dirt.

"Hehe, I lost Peter, this is the only way I can think of to hurt you, there is no other way."

Kurt grinning at his long black bangs that hung down the tip of his nose, and the hairstyle he had grown over the past two years was rather odd, which seemed to be the styling characteristic of a rock band.

"Mr. Referee."

Peter Rasputin stood up and roared loudly:

"I lost Mr. Referee, I lost consciousness after the fall just now, and during that time, Master Kurt could have hurt me, I admit defeat."

The young Colossus waved to his worried sister who was crying bitterly, signaling that he was all right. The referee on the field pondered for a moment, and then said loudly:

"Nightcrawler", Kurt Howlett, win!"