I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

The big commotion at the Stark Expo quickly dominated the headlines.

Whether it's the plummeting market value of Hammer Industries, or Iron Man appearing on the scene and fighting the Iron Soldier, it's all big news that firmly grabs the eye.

The battle between the two caused huge structural damage, and also destroyed a landmark building called the Earth.

But this also proves one thing, that is, the armor made by Iron Man is very powerful.

And Tony also made a concession by default, allowing Rhodes to continue to hold the suit of armor, which was regarded as a compromise to the military.

Otherwise, those people would not sit back and watch Tony hold a powerful armor, even if he is Tony Stark.

Morning comes.

Yesterday was an exciting day.

John was sitting on the sofa, drinking boiled water.

His slender fingers clicked on the remote control, switching the screen full of news reports about yesterday.

He drank the steaming hot water in two or three gulps.

During this process, a person kept staring at John.

Seeing that John had finished drinking the same pot of boiling hot water, the bandaged Ivan looked at his cup of hot coffee.

Reaching out and touching it, he felt that he did not have this blessing.

"So...you were also sent by the Ten Rings Gang?" John stopped the channel on the news reporting on Justin Hammer. He asked in surprise, "You came all the way here just to take revenge on Stark?"

Ivan does have some relationship with his parents.

However, he did not participate in the mission to assassinate his parents, and he did not even know that the Wick family was being hunted by the Ten Rings Gang.

He just wants to go and deal with Tony Stark, and the Ten Rings, an old enemy, are happy to help him.

So after he appeared in Monaco and launched an attack on Tony, he never saw anyone from the Ten Rings Gang again.

Ivan was silent for a moment, running his hand over the tattoo on his finger.

"Stark stole everything from my father," he said with hatred in his eyes. "It was the villain Howard Stark who made my father die of hatred."

John has a general understanding of the grudges between the two.

To put it bluntly, old Vanke wants to make money, but old Stark, who started his career in arms, refuses.

"Wow," John deadpanned, "That's it?"

"Huh?" Ivan stared at John with sharp eyes.

John sighed, "Are you a Ph.D. in physics?"

"Yes." Ivan didn't know what John meant by asking.

But seeing that John saved himself yesterday, he chose to answer.

John continued: "Can you make a reactor?"

"Yes."

"You can still make armor?"

"Yes."

"Have you never thought of other ways to take revenge?" John rubbed his eyebrows and said with a headache, "You are a genius or a scientist, Ivan."

"Your ability is something that any country would be willing to win over, but you chose to play self-destruction with Tony Stark."

John looked helpless.

What kind of upright Russian scientist is this?

Everyone knows that Tony's energy and armor are more profitable, but they don't have Tony's technology.

As a skilled person, once Ivan lets the word out, whether it is the Russian or American military, they will directly exempt Vanke from all charges and win over the people.

Ivan heard John's words, thought about it carefully, and his somewhat down-time brain started to work again.

"You want to stop me from taking revenge?" Ivan looked at the man who saved him.

"I won't say there's anything wrong with you taking revenge on Stark for your father." John shook his head and said, "But now you have no advantage against Stark."

"Howard Stark is not a good man and I have no sympathy for him."

John was not a man overflowing with sympathy.

Don’t forget that Stark Industries was once the largest arms company in the United States.

Howard Stark is definitely not a good guy.

Not only because he drove out the old Vanke, but also because he is an absolute American.

His position is also the position of the United States.

Just talking about the largest arms company, you can see how many weapons it provides to the army.

So John will not sympathize with Howard Stark and let Ivan put down his hatred.

"But you can try another method. You're not Tony Stark, so why do you choose to do it yourself?"

John said to Ivan seriously: "You can take your technology and go wherever you want to go."

"Stop hanging on Tony Stark."

"It's not like you like his ass."

Iron soldiers can be mass-produced and controlled remotely. Once the production line is built, you can imagine how terrifying it will be.

Ivan was in a daze, and he hesitated: "But my father..."

"Wait until you are strong enough to make your father proud." John pointed his finger on the steaming coffee cup, which quickly froze into ice cubes, "You are too weak now."

John leaned on the sofa and saw that Ivan was still hesitating. He touched his chin and said, "Kill Tony and you will become a wanted person in the world and waste the knowledge you have learned over the years."

"I can give you a place to go, let you accumulate strength, and wait until you are on the same level as Stark before you decide whether to take revenge." John smiled, "The choice is yours."

Ivan picked up the cup of frozen coffee and tapped it with his fingers to confirm that it was frozen solid.

He looked up at the similar and young face, and the guilt and regret of his father's death flashed through his mind.

The gap between himself and Stark is too big now.

Even if it weren't for Hammer, he might have been in prison and unable to get out.

After a long moment, he said, "I'll think about it."

"Wise choice." John smiled.

A snowy owl flew in and landed next to John.

"You raised this?" As a bird lover, Ivan likes the snowy owl very much, but it seems a little fat.

"It's called Basil, and he usually delivers letters for me."

Taking the letter from Basil's mouth, John stroked his furry head.

He glanced at the letter and handed it to Ivan.

"This is Uncle Andre's letter to you."

Andre was John's eighth uncle on his mother's side.

The mother's generation of Russian ancestry Jovonovich has twelve people.

The grandfather's family loved the Wick children very much.

This time John wanted to find out the relationship between Ivan Vanko and Jovonovich, so he wrote a letter to inquire.

One night passed and I wrote back.

As soon as Ivan heard Andre's name, his previous calm expression disappeared, and his eyes were fixed on the letter, as if he were a formidable enemy.

Even the blood color disappeared.

The toothpick fell out of his mouth.

"Are you afraid of him?" John could feel Ivan's fear, and he was a little confused.

This is a ruthless man who is ready to drag Iron Man to death with him.

Ivan picked up the toothpick and put it back into his mouth pretending to be calm.

Biting the toothpick, he took a deep breath, "Can I be alone for a while?"

John looked at him and nodded, "Please do."

After receiving the letter, Ivan's expression was as heavy as if he was about to die.

Walking out of Wick's house, Ivan looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue, and the stupid thing I did yesterday didn't seem to bring much sadness to the city.

...

Ivan walked in again and looked at John with a look away.

"Thank you for letting me find a good job."

"What did Uncle Andre tell you?" John asked in surprise.

Just now, Ivan looked like he was bearing the humiliation and preparing to take revenge on Stark in 30 years of Hedong and 30 years of Hexi.

Now I look at it as if I have escaped into a void.

Ivan would never say that he saw something in the letter that said, "If you cause trouble to my nephew, I will cut off your balls and stuff them in your mouth."

He just said he wanted to do it.

After all, John's words are not unreasonable, the gap is too big, and talking about revenge is like child's play.

"Have you heard of Taran?" John didn't hesitate and smiled, "A very good company."

"Just right for your intellectual brain."

"Talan?" Ivan muttered the name. He had heard of this company.

Seems to be a weapons production company.

The difference is that the weapons they produce are not active weapons on the battlefield.

"They also have an internal production workshop." John stretched out his hand and said meaningfully, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Ivan reached out and shook John's hand.

...

In a simple base of SHIELD.

Agents guard the door.

Tony looked at the projected information, and his eyes fell on the files on the table.

"Superhuman League Preliminary Report."

He understood what was recorded here, which was what Nick Fury had said to him before.

Just as he was about to open it, a black hand held down the report.

It's Nick Fury.

"I don't want you to see that report." Fury sat across from Tony, with scrutiny in his eyes.

He also had a report in his hand, an assessment of Tony from Natasha who was undercover in Stark.

But there’s not much good to say in it.

Impulsiveness, self-destructive tendencies, narcissism…

There are indications that Tony is not recommended to become a member of the Avengers, but...

As a consultant, that's fine.

Upon hearing this, Tony immediately stood up, shook hands with Fury, and said harshly, "You can't afford to treat me."

He was about to leave, but Fury had no intention of staying.

After taking a few steps, Tony changed his tune.

"But I can use my consulting fees. Please do me a small favor."

Tony hopes that the member of Congress who swore at him last time in Congress will give him an award.

There was nothing wrong with Natasha's assessment.

Fury had a look that saw everything through.

He also had a question that Tony needed to answer.

"John Wick," Fury asked, staring at Tony, "What kind of man is he?"

Tony paused, thinking of the little wizard who could take off his armor with one click.

He gave a fake smile, "Maybe he's a guy who likes to take off other people's clothes."

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