Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Afternoon, in the meeting room of Avengers Tower.

Steve Rogers, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff sat around a huge round conference table, and Tony Stark stood in front of them, looking serious and determined. The atmosphere in the conference room was tense and serious, and everyone knew the importance of this meeting.

"What we are going to discuss today is the Superhero and Artificial Intelligence Regulation Act." Tony got straight to the point. His eyes moved between the three people, trying to capture their reactions.

Steve frowned slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. His voice was low and firm, "Tony, I understand why you want to push for this bill, but I think it will restrict our freedom. Superheroes should have the right to act independently, rather than being bound by rules and regulations."

Tony nodded, his eyes still firm, "Steve, I understand your concerns. But we need to regulate behavior and ensure that superheroes do not abuse their abilities. We can't continue to let it go. This is unfair to the public and to ourselves."

Clint snorted coldly, with obvious rejection in his tone, "Tony, this bill will completely expose me and will also affect my family. I cannot accept anything that may threaten their safety. I will not sign this bill."

Tony frowned and his voice became more serious. "Clint, I understand your concerns, but the purpose of this bill is to protect everyone, including our families. We need a standard to ensure that everyone can use their abilities safely."

Natasha had been listening in silence. She finally spoke at this moment, her voice calm and calm, "Tony, I don't have any clear opposition or support. I just have a question - what's going on with the superheroes at Hawke Group?"

Tony took a deep breath and nodded. "Natasha, Hawke Group has expressed its support, and their superheroes will abide by this bill. We need to unify the regulations to ensure that everyone acts under the same standards."

Steve remained hesitant. He looked at Tony with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Tony, this bill may cause dissatisfaction among many people, or even resistance. We must be very cautious and not lose our original intention because of the regulations."

Tony sighed slightly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I know, Steve. But this is the reality we have to face. We can't continue to let it go. This is not only for the safety of the public, but also for the protection of superheroes themselves."

Clint's face was still gloomy, he shook his head, "Tony, I can't compromise on this matter. My family is my bottom line, I won't let anything threaten them." After that, Clint got up and left.

Steve watched Hawkeye leave and was silent for a moment. He turned around and looked at Tony firmly, his voice low and powerful, "Tony, I understand your original intention, but my belief has always been that freedom and responsibility go hand in hand. As Avengers, we have the mission to protect the world, but this does not mean that we should be bound by a law. Our actions need to be flexible and free, not restricted by rules and regulations."

Steve paused, then continued, "My original intention in joining the Avengers was to protect the innocent and uphold justice. If we are forced to abide by these terms, then we will lose our most precious things - trust and freedom. This will not only affect our combat effectiveness, but will also shake the trust between us."

He looked straight into Tony's eyes, his tone full of firmness and determination, "I'm sorry, Tony, I can't support this bill. I can't betray my beliefs." After that, Steve stood up and left, his back looking firm and resolute.

Tony watched the two men leave, a trace of fatigue and helplessness on his face. He sighed softly and whispered to himself, "Why can't you understand, I just want to protect all of us." There was a hint of frustration and loneliness in his voice.

Then, Tony turned to look at Natasha, trying to get some support from her. But Natasha did not respond directly to this matter, but changed the subject and said calmly, "Tony, there are some new discoveries about our mission yesterday."

She paused and continued, "We suspect that these superheroes launched by Leviathan Superhero Company may have used genetic drugs once developed by Hydra, especially the mutated version of the Extremis virus. These drugs are very dangerous and may pose a serious threat to the users and the people around them."

Tony's expression turned serious. He listened attentively to Natasha's report. "Natasha, this discovery is very important. If they are really using these drugs, we must take action as soon as possible. We can't let these dangerous things circulate freely on the market."

Natasha nodded and continued, "We need to investigate further and find more evidence. At the same time, we also need to find a way to stop them from continuing to use these dangerous drugs."

Tony nodded slightly, his tone full of determination, "Okay, Natasha, I will fully cooperate with you." Then he made a phone call gesture.

At 20 p.m., in a luxurious restaurant of a five-star hotel, the lights are soft and warm. Through the tall French windows, you can overlook the dazzling night view of the entire city. The restaurant is exquisitely decorated, with artistic chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and soft lights sprinkled on every table filled with exquisite tableware. Soft classical music flows in the air, adding a touch of elegance and tranquility to the entire environment.

Tony Stark, wearing a neat black suit, sat at a table by the window, holding a menu in his hand and scanning the dishes on it. There was a hint of anticipation and nervousness in his eyes, and it was obvious that he attached great importance to the upcoming meeting.

Sarah Lewinsky walked slowly into the restaurant. She was wearing an elegant red dress, which swayed gently as she walked, outlining her perfect curves. Her eyes were sharp and charming, with an irresistible charm. Her arrival instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the restaurant, but her eyes only fell on Tony.

"Tony, I didn't expect you to ask me out alone," Sarah's voice was as soft as silk, with a hint of teasing and provocation. She slowly walked in front of Tony, leaned over slightly, and closed the distance between them, with a cunning light flashing in her eyes, "Does Pepper know about this?"

Tony smiled slightly, stood up, and politely pulled out a chair for Sarah. "Sarah, tonight this is just a meeting between the two of us. Pepper is very supportive of this meeting." His voice was gentlemanly and gentle, and his movements revealed meticulous etiquette.

After the two sat down, the waiter came forward and handed over the menu respectfully. Tony took the menu gracefully, his eyes briefly met with Sarah's, and he smiled and said, "Sarah, what do you recommend for this restaurant? I'll leave the ordering tonight to you."

Sarah raised her eyebrows and smiled, taking the menu with a mischievous look in her eyes, "I'm welcome then." Her fingers slid lightly on the menu, as if she was thinking about something. Then, she looked up at the waiter and said softly but firmly, "Please give us a French baked snail, steak with truffle sauce and seafood soup, plus a bottle of 1982 Lafite red wine."

The waiter smiled and nodded, quickly wrote down the order, and then retreated respectfully.

Sarah put the menu on the table and looked back at Tony with a hint of teasing in her eyes, "Tony, do you have something special to discuss when you ask me out like this tonight?"

Tony smiled and nodded, "Sarah, I'd like to hear your opinion on the Superhero and Artificial Intelligence Regulation Act." His tone was calm and serious, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

Sarah smiled softly, reached out and held Tony's hand, her fingertips gently stroking the back of his hand, her movements full of temptation. Her voice was low and magnetic, "Tony, are you really so concerned about this bill? Can't we talk about something lighter tonight?"

Tony was slightly embarrassed and gently pulled his hand back, with a helpless smile on his face, "Sarah, although I also want to relax, we really need to talk about business. This bill is very important to both of us."

Sarah's smile was sly and her eyes were gleaming with amusement. She slowly approached Tony and whispered, "Tony, you are always so serious. Don't you want to enjoy our alone time?" Her voice was soft and suggestive, and her fingers gently stroked Tony's arm, as if teasing his nerves.

Tony swallowed, trying to stay calm, and smiled slightly, "Sarah, we do have a lot to discuss tonight. However, I don't mind enjoying some wine and food while we talk about business."

Sarah smiled gently, with a hint of pride in her eyes. "Okay, Tony, let's talk while we eat. I'll consider your suggestion carefully." There was a hint of mischief and ambiguity in her voice, as if she was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

The waiter brought the ordered dishes and opened the red wine, with a rich aroma filling the air. Tony and Sarah clinked their glasses and smiled at each other, as if everything was self-explanatory.

Sarah's fingers gently stroked the back of Tony's hand, and the touch of her fingertips was transmitted to his nerve endings like an electric current. Her eyes were as hot as fire, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, with a hint of teasing.

"Tony, you know what? It's a bit boring to talk about business in this situation." Sarah whispered, her voice sliding past Tony's ears like silk. Her fingers slowly slid to Tony's wrist and gently pinched it, as if testing his reaction.

Tony smiled and tried to stay calm, but he could feel the pressure from Sarah's approach. He adjusted his sitting posture slightly and tried to focus on the food and wine on the table, but Sarah's temptation was everywhere.

"Sarah, I agree. On a beautiful night like this, we should really relax a little." Tony said, with a hint of helplessness and a barely perceptible tension in his voice.

Sarah leaned closer, her lips slightly raised, her eyes full of cat-and-mouse playfulness. Her fingers gently drew circles on the back of Tony's hand, and she whispered, "Tony, do you think this bill will have any impact on our Leviathan Group? Or, what impact will it have on us?"

Her voice was full of suggestion, as if every word was plucked at Tony's heartstrings. Tony tried to suppress his inner fluctuations, smiled slightly, and looked at Sarah deeply, "Sarah, I think this bill is good for both of us. We need regulation and protection, not only for the public, but also for ourselves."

Sarah smiled gently, with a hint of appreciation and teasing in her eyes, "Tony, you are such a rare gentleman. Then let's eat and talk, and see if this fine wine and food can make you relax."

There was a hint of mischief and ambiguity in her words, but her fingers never left the back of Tony's hand. She slowly raised the wine glass, stared at Tony with eyes like burning flames, raised her chin slightly, and took a sip of red wine.

Tony also raised his glass and responded to her teasing with a smile, but secretly reminded himself to stay calm. Their eyes intertwined in the air, as if they were wrestling in silence.

"Come on, Tony, try this French baked snail, it's very special." Sarah whispered, with a hint of teasing and suggestion in her voice. She gently picked up a baked snail with a fork and slowly brought it to Tony's mouth, her eyes full of expectation and temptation.

Tony smiled slightly, opened his mouth to take the baked snail, and gently touched Sarah's fingertips with the tip of his tongue, causing a slight shudder. Sarah's eyes flashed with a hint of pride and pleasure, and she knew that her temptation had worked.

"Sarah, I have to say, this is a really unforgettable dinner." Tony whispered, his voice a little hoarse. He raised his glass and gently touched Sarah's glass, his eyes flashing with complex emotions.

"Tony, our night has just begun," Sarah whispered back, her voice full of temptation and anticipation. Her fingers gently traced Tony's arm again, as if plucked at his heartstrings.

The two continued to dine in an ambiguous atmosphere, their interactions became increasingly intimate, their words full of hints and teasing. As the night deepened, the city lights outside the hotel were brilliant, as if adding a layer of mystery to their meeting.