The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Tony Stark literally said nothing today.

After the funeral, Peggy helped old Howard, who was unable to walk unsteadily, to the living room. Tony did not leave, but just walked into the piano room connected to the living room. Through a window, Watson saw him sitting quietly at his mother Maria's favorite piano, with his pair of sunglasses placed on the keys.

But still only give a back view.

“…I grabbed Maria’s hand and I said please, I can freeze you, I can always find a way…and she just looked at me… She said...Howard, let me go, Howard..." On the sofa behind him, old Howard's eyes were red, and he looked at the coffee table blankly. As he spoke, he covered his face again: "Oh God. ..."

"You respected Maria's choice, Howard." Peggy held her old comrade's shoulder and wiped her tears with her other hand: "You know Maria better than anyone else. She won't blame you, so don't blame her too much. Own."

"Is he Tony Stark?"

Michela quietly came up behind her boyfriend.

"I have told you a lot of Tony's jokes before, but his true genius has not been fully utilized yet." Watson took off his mask and sunglasses and looked away from Tony: "Although it is a bit cruel to say this, but I really hope this will make him mature a little bit."

"I think he lives in a world protected by his parents, which is a bit similar to me before." Miss Butterfly Knife also took off her sunglasses and gently hugged Watson: "But he was luckier than me and could see his mother for the last time. , there are so many people around who care about him, and old Howard is still around, Tony probably won’t be exposed to our world.”

"Maybe it would be good for him."

Of course it's impossible. You can't even imagine how many things Tony Stark will do in the future. Science fiction movies are considered realistic compared with his life experience.

Watson didn't say this.

He knew that the funeral brought back memories in his girlfriend's mind, so he didn't say anything more and turned towards the sofa in the living room. After venting his tears just now, Howard Sr.'s mood has improved relatively. After all, Maria has been seriously ill for more than half a year, and it is not an emergency. He must be mentally prepared. And there is no good way to comfort this kind of thing, just stay with me. But even with such a simple companionship, Tony Stark was unwilling to do it. After a while, Watson had already seen him get up and leave.

Never looked back.

So how much has the relationship between you and your father eased?

...I really don’t understand.

Strictly speaking, Watson has not experienced Tony Stark's iconic, offending temper and style with few words, and the two really have no chance of getting along for a long time. The most recent interaction dates back to 1990. At that time, he disguised himself as a woman, and as expected, fell into the eyes of Tony, a wealthy man. Young Master Stark would definitely not deliberately expose himself to the girl he wanted to pick up. one side.

In fact, Watson can understand Tony to some extent. Howard is indeed not a good father, at least not a good father in the mainstream concept. He has never been able to provide his son with enough companionship, guidance and care, so that little Tony's attitude towards his father gradually went astray, and it was completely intensified when he reached adolescence, and then he was as rebellious as a rock youth for half his life - until he He also became a father.

"...Where is Tony? Is he gone?"

Howard Sr. took the teacup from Peggy's hand and was stunned for a while before he remembered his son.

"Just left the piano room."

Watson sat on the sofa: "I feel like he didn't even look at you today."

"Let him go." Old Howard put down the teacup, his eyes were cloudy, and he babbled as if he had emptied his mind: "After Maria was brought back, Tony also helped a lot, he probably just... didn't want to let her go. I saw that look, we are used to getting along like this, it’s okay.”

"Tony is almost 29 years old this year, right?" Watson was at a loss for words and tried to divert Howard Sr.'s attention so that he would not continue to be immersed in the emotion of losing his beloved wife: "Has he started to participate in the Stark Group? Affairs? You are so old, you can’t still go to work every day, right? "

"He... doesn't want to forgive me."

Hearing Watson's words, Howard Sr. sighed: "I was indeed in charge of the company in the past few years, but you know Tony... If it weren't for his mother's serious illness, he wouldn't want to stay with me at all. In the past six months For a lot of time, my main focus has been on Maria, and I no longer manage the group's affairs."

"Well, who is in charge of the group now?"

"Let's talk about it later, Watson, I don't want to talk about it now." Old Howard shook his head and turned the topic to Peggy: "You have been retired for half a year, right? How are you living in London? I heard you talk about Watson before. Sen and Michela often visit you?”

"Oh, of course." Peggy was very happy that her old comrade was willing to talk about happy things, and she took the initiative to say some interesting things: "Watson didn't have money to pay the rent, so I asked him to wear a maid uniform to clean the house every day. You know Watson How pretty in women’s clothes, right? Michela?”

"Uh-huh, I love him so much."

Miss Butterfly Knife looked at her boyfriend and smiled.

"Oh, speaking of this, Tony and Watson used to..." Old Howard finally had a smile on his face, but the two of them had just been chatting for less than 10 minutes when the phone rang from his pocket. , Old Howard said sorry, answered the phone and walked out: "What's the matter?"

Watson thought the call would last for a long time, but he never thought that old Howard would come back soon, sit down on the sofa, and grab the wine instead of the teacup: "This brat..."

"what happened?"

"It's Tony."

Old Howard opened a bottle of tequila and frowned: "He just drove out all the way, hit a police car, and then hit and run. Now the police are still chasing him... Tsk, this kid can't let me Do you want to save yourself a day? Today is the day Maria is buried!"

lb!

He slammed his fist on the table.

"Maybe Tony needs to vent." Peggy touched his shoulder and sighed: "But no matter what, hit and run is too dangerous. Has Tony often done this before?"

"He likes racing cars very much, so I have long been used to it. Alas..." Old Howard took a sip of wine and rubbed his forehead with his fingers: "I need to call a lawyer first, and I will probably go to the police station to arrest him later. I brought it up, or I should wait a little longer and let that brat stay in the police station to calm down for a few days...Watson, help me turn on the TV, that brat might be about to be on the news."

Magical father and son.

Watson shook his head and ran to turn on the TV in the living room. Howard Sr. picked up the phone and went out to contact the lawyer. Just now, I was thinking about how to divert the old man's attention, but now, with one operation, Tony Stark really distracted his father's attention.

But come to think of it, Watson has never seen hit-and-run videos circulated on the Internet in his previous life, especially the collection of federal ASP Arkansas State Police violent stops. Each scene was more exaggerated than the last. And if the escaping person is a black man, then the chance of the police drawing their guns and opening fire to stage an "American-style Iihe" will increase several times. Tony Stark shouldn't be so unlucky, right?

Iron Man died in a hit-and-run accident in an American-style Iai...

No novel would dare to be written like this.

"We just received news that in Long Island..." After changing a few channels, a host started to broadcast Tony's story: "...The suspect is still escaping at a high speed, and the police have organized People are blocking the road, so drivers along the road please pay attention to avoid it.”

The picture shows a racing convertible.

"This brat is crazy..." Howard walked in and saw the TV screen, and yelled: "He even put down the phone! I should give him a good beating! What kind of nonsense is this? What the hell? Don’t you think you’ve made enough noise?! Why didn’t he drive the car to Manhattan Island? Let’s take a bomb and hit the New York Stock Exchange! Fxck!”

"Do the police know it's Tony?"

"Of course I know. You can tell by checking the license plate. Moreover, his car is a customized model. The mass-produced version has not been released yet. The appearance is very recognizable. I made a call just now. The police will not use violence to stop him." Old Howard Glancing at Watson, he put his hands on his hips and began to take a deep breath: "Huh...I really...can't let him make such a fuss anymore, he's just messing around! No, I have to sit down. , I'm a little dizzy..."

As he said that, he staggered back two steps, which frightened Watson and quickly reached out to help him: "What should we do? The police are going to wait until Tony's car runs out of fuel? Or are they using a tire breaker? That is also risky, right? A sports car? The speed is so high, if you lose control even a little bit, you will easily get into an accident.”

"Tony must stop." Old Howard covered his face. He was in his eighties and couldn't care less about elegance and careful choice of words: "We have to think of a way. Tony is just escaping now. If he accidentally hits It’s totally over when it comes to human beings…Oh, God…are you punishing me?”

I don’t think God can help you.

Watson curled his lips, turned around and saw Peggy flipping through the phone address book, and quickly stopped him: "Wait a minute, Peggy, you came to the Federation secretly. If you call to coordinate because of Tony, what about your whereabouts?" It is very likely that he will be exposed, this is not as simple as renting a few bulletproof cars!"

"I'm sorry Watson, but Howard needs help now." The old lady apologized and came over to hold Watson's beautiful face: "And he just lost Maria, so it's hard for him to bear the pressure of such an emergency. Look at him. It has become like this, I don’t have many old friends left in my life...Howard needs someone to support him, do you understand?"

"So, don't look at me with that look." Watson sighed and turned his head to Howard Sr.: "Howard, let your helicopter take me to Tony's place. When we get to the scene, I will find a way to make him stop. . You can take your time to call and coordinate to ensure how I will end it after I find Tony."

"You go?"

Old Howard raised his head: "Wait, you are now..."

"Believe me, at least you don't have to worry about me being hit by Tony." Watson shrugged: "The only problem is that I can't go to work in this suit, and I didn't bring any spare supplies. I left them behind last time. Have your combat uniforms been repaired here?"

"...Oh! Your gear!"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Old Howard suddenly came back to his senses and strode out: "Yes, I have made a lot of improvements based on your feedback. It would be better to say that I have made a whole new set for you. It is brand new. Modular design! You can also throw away that old helmet...I'm sorry, I don't even remember to tell you about Maria during this period."

All the way to the basement, Old Howard turned on the lighting and led a few people to turn left and right to reach the inner room. As soon as he stepped in, Watson's eyes were attracted by the suit of clothes in the middle. Paige walked in second, and her eyes widened as well.

"Surprise?"

Old Howard crossed his arms, with the same proud expression on his face as before: "I think it's time for the 'Princess in Military Uniform' to come back, what do you think?"