Rebirth: I am the American leader

Hell, not even a cultist would torture a teenager like this.

"Kid, why don't you thank Uncle Tony quickly?"

Steve patted Parker's shoulder in time, and there was a hint of sadness on the latter's face.

"Thank you Uncle Tony, your whole family is a good person."

Although Steve wants to talk bad about your Uncle Tony, Batman is still alive and he is the only one in the family.

However, although people can be incompetent, they cannot be too mean.

After all, he is Steve, not Wade.

"It's okay. I'll take you to my personal lab first. Steve, tell Happy if you need anything."

Happy, who had been following Stark, stood up and looked at Steve with his chin raised.

"Hello, Mr. Steve, I will provide you with everything you need during this time."

"Really, can you take me to Jarvis's computer room? You know, I like it very much. And I always want to find a chance to have a good chat with a sexy electronic butt like it."

Steve said it very sincerely, but Happy shook his head firmly.

"Mr. Stark said that Steve and dogs are not allowed in Jarvis' computer room."

"Huh? Looks like I'm going to tear this place apart again."

Although Steve didn't bring any Pippi shrimps when he went out today, he doesn't need any Pippi shrimps now.

Happy felt Steve's aura and felt that something was wrong.

"In fact, I have always felt that Mr. Stark's rule is a bit too racist. I will take you there right now. Please follow me."

This is the difference between the strong and the weak. Everyone is afraid that the threat of the strong will become a reality, even if the possibility is infinitely close to zero.

But when it comes to the weak, the situation will be completely different.

"I've always liked you, to be honest. Have you ever considered coming to our San Diego Middle School to be the head of the security department? You know, we always welcome talents from all walks of life to come and report."

"No, Mr. Steve. Although you are strong, I don't think you will give a higher price than Tony."

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Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters.

Charles felt that he had a headache. In front of him was a page hammer and a letter with a not very beautiful font.

"Scott, what do you think?"

When Charles asked this question, Scott, who was wearing sunglasses, almost turned into "Huh?" I’ve got the emoticon.

No, it's too much to ask a blind man how to read a letter.

"I don't think it's a bad thing, at least we can participate. And Mr. Steve's proposal is more like an alliance and a front, not a mandatory organization.

The most critical point is that even without this front, this alliance. When we encounter such a world-destroying crisis, we will still stand up. "

Scott's analysis makes sense.

"You're right, he's not even trying to be attached to a government agency. To be honest, only he can do this.

I have never seen a guy with such great strength and such high political status at the same time.

I think there is nothing we can do but agree.

But who shall we send? "

This problem is indeed difficult. Logically speaking, Steve only wants a liaison officer.

But if you really only send one liaison officer, other organizations will send their main force.

Aren't you embarrassed too?

At least it seemed embarrassing to Charles.

Especially since he is not sure whether Steve will retaliate for this. After all, this guy's moral quality and strength are completely inversely proportional.

"Why don't you ask Colossus, he dealt with that guy named Deadpool."

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about too. You know, an organization may not have a political stance, but it must have its own way of doing things.

Judging from the list of members currently exposed, Mr. Steve's organization may be a jerk.

Where are we going to find a few guys who are assholes but have decent abilities? "

Scott finally understood Charles' concerns.

Yes, if you are just afraid that the people you send out are not strong enough, then there can always be someone with good strength.

But at Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters.

It is indeed difficult to find a low-quality bastard.

"I don't know. That's a little too hard, sir."

Scott was telling the truth, he really didn't know what to do.

"Don't you have any good candidates?"

Charles' words almost silenced Scott.

"Professor, aren't you good at spying on other people's inner thoughts?"

"Ok?"

Charles was stunned, he didn't expect Scott to say that.

"ok, I get it."

The same troubles appear within major organizations around the world.

They all know that Steve is very strong, not just ordinary.

Because Steve sent him videos of many battles in order to convince them.

But at the same time, they all began to worry about what kind of people they should send there.

In the end, these organizations unanimously selected a group of people within their own organizations who had the most arrogant personalities, the lowest quality, and the strongest strength.

Many years later, when these bastards were full of Mazefak to save the world.

Leaders of these organizations will still doubt their choices.

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Peter Parker felt that his guess was correct.

Because after Stark left Steve, his quality has been visibly improved.

"Although Steve has never allowed me to do this, I know that you are different from ordinary people. So I prepared a special gift for you, to be honest.

That balafaq of yours really looks like a bandit. I'm afraid you might be accidentally shot by a tough old lady when you go to work at night. "

Stark took Parker to a workbench.

"Intelligent Forging 0.1, the technology is not very mature yet. My idea is that one day my armor can be fully automated.

You know, laziness is always the first productive force created by human beings. "

Stark winked at Parker.

"Jarvis, measure parameters."

"Ok sir."

Jarvis's electronic sound sounded, and the laser scanned Parker's body from different angles.

"Parameters obtained."

"Speaking of which, have you ever given yourself a nickname? It's like people outside now call me Iron Man, what about you?

Have you ever given yourself a similar name? I don't know what your abilities are yet. "

"I don't know, but if I want to wake up, I want to call him Spider-Man."

Peter Parker looked at Stark with a flushed face, his eyes shining, with all the beauty and vitality of their age.

"Spider-Man, that's a good name. Then design it according to spider elements, Jarvis."

Peter Parker looked at Stark excitedly.