I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

A horror propaganda film was playing on the TV.

The man known as the Mandarin is confessing to his bombing of the United States in a brilliantly shot propaganda video.

"I think he has a professional background," John admired the terrifying declaration and nodded in approval, "Look at this shooting technique, how professional it is."

Tony fell into deep thought after hearing this, what is his focus?

Shouldn't there be a terrorist out there wreaking havoc everywhere?

"For the past week, I closed my eyes every day and woke up less than an hour later."

The two were sitting in Tony's underground laboratory, John eating strawberries.

Maybe it was because he was facing John, who was barely a friend, or maybe it was because John had entered the infinite universe with him and thought he could help him.

Tony buried his face in his hands and rubbed them vigorously, "Some nightmares are bothering me."

"I don't know, maybe when the sky will open a hole, aliens will come to kill." Tony removed his palms from his face, with a hint of weariness hidden in his eyes.

"Do you have an anxiety disorder?" John took a bite of the strawberry. Well, Jarvis is so convenient, he can even clean the fruit.

He said casually: "You just blew up a group of aliens' nest to pieces, killing hundreds of thousands of aliens."

"If they are afraid, they are afraid of you. You are a cold-blooded executioner who will end the Chitauri's world-destroying disaster. You can become the most cruel demon in Chitauri history that can make children stop crying."

Tony: "..." Is he praising me?Not sure, listen again.

I have to say that John's complimenting methods once made Tony feel that he was a heinous person.

During the heart-to-heart talk in the underground laboratory, John also took a look at Tony's steel suit that was as productive as a sow.

In the past such a long time, it was iterated to Mark 6. Only a month later, Mark 13 was released.

what is this?

The upgrade buff that comes with the superhero era?

"Coffee, Mr. Wick."

A robotic arm stretched out and steadily brought a cup of coffee, whether it was hand-ground or machine-ground.

"Thanks, Jarvis."

"My pleasure, Mr. Wick."

John took the coffee and took a sip. It was good to have such a considerate butler.

Although Moss is also very smart, unfortunately he is still a little behind Jarvis.

However, John still has a pirated limited version of the Mind Stone in his hand, which may be able to upgrade Moss.

"Look away, Stark," John raised his eyebrows and said, "If you are concerned about alien invasion, you might as well think about whether Ivan's new armor will kill you."

John curled his lips and said, "He is already working on the third generation of fighters."

Tony trembled when he heard this.

Speaking of which, although Ivan's iteration speed is not that fast, he can't stop that guy from building a mobile weapons arsenal for himself.

Equipped with the Air Force Weapon Box, anyone can chase down the Chitauri team and kill them.

Heavy firepower models are simply more powerful than war machines.

Compared with Chitauri, Ivan's unstable factor is more concerning.

After John said it, Tony's face darkened.

Well, more anxious.

John just wanted to give Tony the motivation to upgrade, not to make those 'inferior products'.

He took a look at several of the armors that Tony had made before. They seemed to be upgraded versions, but in fact their functions had not been improved.

Instead, it becomes a model built to respond to various situations like a weapon box.

The steel suit strengthens a certain attribute, thereby weakening other abilities. As a result, the strength will not be greatly improved, and it can only perform special operations for special scenarios.

If you ask Saul to come over, it won't make much difference whether it's a matter of one blow or a one-shot deal.

No matter how many updates you make, it just costs more money.

If you can use it as a specific engineer, don't think about using it to happily fight against the enemy.

When the coffee bottoms out, the robot will go over and get the coffee pot.

John raised his hand and the coffee pot flew over to refill his cup automatically.

"What about you, John." Tony raised his eyes and looked at John, "What do you think?"

"Don't think I don't know, Iron Soldier, Weapon Box, you seem to predict this disaster like a prophet."

"You want to put on armor for this world?"

No, that's what you think.

John said in surprise: "Your idea is very novel."

Tony looked deeply at John, "Your steel soldiers protected New York."

"Those are the steel soldiers of the military," John shook his head and said, "The Ministry of Defense spends money, and I sell the goods. I am not a goblin. I think the manufacturer is the owner."

Goblins are humanoid creatures in the magical world. They have the same intelligence and excellent craftsmanship as humans, but they are unfortunately very greedy.

They believe that the maker of the item is the real owner, and the buyer of the item only has the right to use it.

After making the Gryffindor sword for Gryffindor, the founder of Hogwarts, he actually said that it was the treasure of Gryffindor's thieving goblin.

He even dared to go and ask for it, but the result was not good either. He was killed by Gryffindor and ran back in despair. When Gryffindor was alive, he only dared to secretly complain about this matter.

It is also because of this character that as the makers of wizard currency, they always feel that the money belongs to them.

When withdrawing money from Gringotts, they always treat me coldly.

Fortunately, this habit changed later, because John turned Gringotts into a mint, and the goblin could only make coins from now on, becoming a complete wage earner.

John was touched by his considerate behavior, which made the goblin no longer feel sad about others withdrawing money.

Tony didn't know what a goblin was like, but he could understand what John meant.

Spend the government's money on your own defenses.

This is completely different from Tony's idea of ​​spending money to improve his defense.

There are subtle differences in nature, but the results are quite different.

"If you're feeling anxious, it's better to go for a morning jog." John said casually, "I know two kids and let them take you."

kid?

take me?

A trace of anger arose in Tony's heart, who was he looking down on!

John waved goodbye.

...

Early the next morning, Tony bent over and held his knees, looking doubtfully at the Asian boy who ran past him for the second time on his left.

"On your left."

Nightmarish words echoed in his ears, causing Tony to grit his teeth and say, "This kid."

He sprinted after the back, and then looked further and further away.

His expression gradually changed from contempt at the beginning, to suspicion, grief and anger, to despair and resignation.

This morning jog made Shang Qi feel physically and mentally happy.

He finally understood why John liked to say this sentence so much. After finishing his morning run, Shang-Chi stretched slowly and leisurely, and Tony had not finished the five laps he had set.

The majestic Tony Stark is as tired as a dog.

Forgive him for squandering energy in the first half of his life and crying in vain when he is old.

In fact, his physique is not bad. Among ordinary people, not to mention the top, he can kill 90.00% of people in an instant. Unfortunately, he met a Shang-Chi who didn't follow the routine.

This kid is not very old and can kill five or six Chitauri soldiers with his bare hands.

He is simply a young version of Captain America. If he hadn't lost in combat experience, John would have dared to let him take a shield and go out with Steve to play a real and fake Captain America.

"Run...fast...wait...let me catch my breath..."

Tony collapsed and lay down immediately. Who wanted him to try his best to sprint to chase Shang Qi? If he ran at a constant speed, he would have no problem completing these five laps and he would not be exhausted.

Lying with him was Peter, who had fainted again.

The two of them lay together, almost like a father and son.

It would have been better if Tony hadn't puked on the lawn afterwards.

John looked disgusted and asked Shang-Chi to take Peter to study and not hang out with this old man.

"I was wrong," John said thoughtfully next to Tony, "You can just run away with Peter from now on."

This statement was no less powerful than the famous saying "If you can't drink, go to the children's table", it made Tony's competitive heart unconvinced.

He returned home and began to formulate a physical training plan. When Xiaojiao returned home, he could often see old men over forty years old doing nutritional supplements to enhance their physical fitness.

This made Little Pepper's eyes light up.

Who doesn’t want their husband to have a good figure and a strong waist?

Poor Tony, all the nutrients he finally replenished were absorbed by the little pepper.

Be considerate and considerate of the old man.

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