Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

Although he knew that this idea was almost a wishful thinking.

"Hill, what do you think?"

How can I see it?I stood and watched!

I'm not the director, let alone when have you listened to my advice?

Maria Hill complained in her heart, there was nothing she could do, these people couldn't be beaten, and they might not be able to beat them.

"Sir, I suggest continuous monitoring."

Nick Fury didn't know what to say when he heard this, but his face became darker and he was a little silent.

Indeed, there is no good solution now. Tony is unwilling to join SHIELD, Dr. Banner cannot communicate well, and Joyce seems to have no good impression of SHIELD.

Daredevil just wants to guard his Hell's Kitchen.

Luke Cage doesn't even want to leave the bar.

What's going on with superheroes these days?

It's just that each one is more difficult to serve than the other.

I remember back then, when Captain Marvel and I were chatting and laughing, you guys didn’t know what you were doing when we were fighting aliens!

The Howling Commandos used to be led by a captain, and it was so wonderful. They followed orders in all their actions, but now they don't even have anyone who can communicate well!

After calming down, Nick Fury thought about it carefully and decided to follow up step by step from now on to see if these freaks had done anything unusual recently.

After assigning the task, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window and thought about future strategies.

……

Joyce was very leisurely today, but since he punched Tony, he has been in a good mood. Although it was already noon, he was still enjoying the sunshine leisurely.

At this moment an uninvited guest came, Tony's bodyguard.

Happy Hogan was here to pick up Joyce and set off.

Joyce was confused and didn't know what was going on.

Until Happy said that his boss Tony Stark had found Joyce's mobile phone number after returning home a few days ago, and sent him a message asking him to come to his home for a friendly discussion today.

Then arrange for him to come to the church to pick him up at 01:30 noon today.

But Joyce had no idea about this.

The main reason is that there is no entertainment content on mobile phones at present. Why do you hold your mobile phone every day?

The scope of activities is only a small area like Hell's Kitchen.

Matt comes directly when he has something to do, and his cell phone is of no use to him?

Playing Snake with your mobile phone every day is better than practicing ripples in the sun.

Isn't it beautiful?

After listening to Happy's description, Joyce could feel Tony's current mood.

He was probably unconvinced, and he was so angry that he wanted to put on the steel suit and torture him, and then laugh at him severely.

But was it really necessary for him to run from New York to California?

It's obvious that you just want to be beaten again, right?

Joyce, who was leisurely, said hello to Ava, who was reading a book, and said that she might be out for a few days, and that the church would take care of her temporarily.

After explaining, he got into a luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom sedan and followed Happy towards LaGuardia Airport.

It was so corrupt that a special plane was specially prepared to pick him up.

While admiring the two beautiful blond stewardesses, Joyce also enjoyed the service with peace of mind.

Everyone hates capitalists, but who doesn’t want to be a capitalist?

I'm also looking forward to Tony's performance. I wonder if his steel suit can break Joyce's ripple or stand-in?

It's probably not realistic yet. I probably haven't developed a few sets of steel suits yet.

After a long journey, we finally arrived at Tony's luxurious seaside villa in Malibu.

At this time, Tony was sitting on the sofa in the living room, crossing his legs.

"Welcome, Father Joestar, I am Mr. Stark's butler, you can call me Jarvis."

In the empty living room, a very magnetic voice suddenly appeared.

"Let me see, isn't this our loving priest?"

Tony is a little bit weird.

Jarvis is much cuter than Tony Stark.

"Oh? Mr. Big Shit, does your stomach still hurt?"

Hearing Joyce's frivolous words, Tony's face fell again. Wasn't it just a punch?

Is it necessary to mention it again?And what the hell is Big Shit?

Happy was a little confused, he didn't know why, he didn't know what happened between the two.

In order not to worry those close to him, Tony did not tell anyone about his palladium poisoning. Not even Happy, Pepper, and Rhodes knew about it.

After Tony called Happy out, he took Joyce to the underground space. Looking at the steel suits displayed around him, he felt filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"So, you called me here today to show off?"

"I haven't even had dinner yet!"

Joyce feels a little sore. If you want to show off, at least let me have a meal.

Even if you call me to spar, you can't let me fight you hungry!

Okay, if you want to fight, just start. After I finish you off in 2 minutes, I'll have a good meal.

Are you showing off your wealth here?

Who doesn’t know that you are the richest man in America?

I don’t know why, but every time he talks to Joyce, his blood pressure rises. This usually only happens when others talk to him!

Tony was filled with resentment.

Seeing Tony gnashing his teeth and wanting to rush over and tear him apart, Joyce couldn't help laughing and almost laughed out loud.

His mood instantly became happy. This guy also felt so depressed sometimes.

"Today is not for anything else. I just want you to give me some professional advice on my steel suit. It's definitely not about that punch."

When it comes to suggestions, Tony seems to be gritting his teeth.

As he spoke, he picked up the mark 5 suitcase and started getting dressed.

But Joyce was not moved at all. Who was he trying to fool?

I, Joyce Joestar, was a wage earner with a monthly salary of three thousand in my previous life.

In this life, is an ordinary priest giving advice to someone like you who has been a genius since childhood and graduated from MIT at the age of 17?

I can't even put together a Rubik's Cube!

You can pull it down.

Don’t you just want to take revenge and regain your face?

We don’t have any other purpose today, it’s very simple, just beat him up and then divide him into several pieces~

After Tony finished dressing up, he saw Joyce still admiring his mark1~mark4 armor, and seemed not to take him seriously at all.

Suddenly, Tony was filled with anger and courage. He raised his hand and hit Joyce with a pulse cannon.

But the pulse cannon seemed to hit a wall of air without causing any ripples.

"Since you treat me so kindly, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson."

Joyce moved his neck and wrist slightly and responded with a smile.

Seeing that he was ready, Tony took a deep breath, then punched out fiercely, heading straight for Joyce's face.