【Iron Bug】Forget–me–not

Eternal love, strong friendship, eternal heart, eternal memory.

——Forget-me-not flower language

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Sir, the kinetic energy of the spaceship has been exhausted, please manually turn on the emergency mode..."

"Sir, you are about to enter the south... 206... from the ground... 500 million light... here... I too..."

Tony quickly operated on the flashing red screen. When he heard Friday's voice intermittently and finally disappeared, he felt helpless but calm.

The access to the rescue pod had been completely blocked - Tony knew all too well that this trip was going to be a bad one.

However, he has already thought about this and made countless attempts. When he drove the Iron-man into this mysterious and dangerous space for the continued reproduction of human beings, he had already prepared a number of different missions. Be prepared to fight the endless dangers and long journey.

But when passing through Fomalhaut in Corona Aurora—this seems to be the name given by the ancient Chinese a long time ago, Tony thinks it is as cute as the name "Wing Chun"—the asteroid belt that suddenly appeared derailed him.

In the non-stop avoidance, Tony finally inevitably bumped into one of them-however, this directly led to the complete fragmentation of the entire kinetic energy cabin, and the spaceship quickly left the automatic mode. Helpers" are all paralyzed.

Manually operating the spacecraft will not avoid the asteroid impact but will eventually be unable to retreat due to insufficient kinetic energy; going out of the hatch to repair the kinetic energy cabin will cause the spacecraft to hit the asteroid within seconds.

This is no longer a question of TOBEorNOTTOBE, the question now is entirely about picking a method of how to be buried in space.

The red light became more and more intense, and all the instruments issued a sharp warning sound.In the end, Tony turned off all radar analysis and warning screens.

In his hand is a small speaker, the only memento he took with him from Earth to space.

Hope this little thing still has power.

Although such a little kinetic energy might not even be enough to make the red light turn on, Tony didn't care.

The sense of ritual and entertainment are as important as the mission, or in other words, he just likes scenes and feelings, no matter when it is.

Because there is no essential difference between you not doing that and doing that.The latter is at least more comfortable.

Tony turned it on, and the restless and cynical rock music filled the entire cockpit like a tornado, mixed with the screaming "Warning! Warning!", showing a decadent but strangely chaotic beauty.

It wasn't Tony Stark's way to step out of the hatch into a frozen pile of garbage, and as a genius, rich man, playboy and philanthropist, he had to walk with some dignity.

So he completely relied on his own judgment and mental calculations to avoid the oncoming meteorite, Tony Stark's face was almost expressionless.

When he played the second song on the speaker, he turned off all warnings because the beep sound was confusing.As a result, the entire cockpit went dark, and the huge operating screen lost all the coordinate maps, parameters, and display lights of various colors, revealing a pitch-black star curtain.Meteorites, large and small, pass by quickly or slowly, bright blue, rose purple, fiery red and pearl white nebulae intertwined with other material changes, and tens of thousands of stars are shining with dazzling and charming brilliance.

This is real space.

She is dangerous, mysterious but also magnificent and charming, like the soft lips wrapped around the sharp teeth of a shark.

The kiss looks passionate, but if it goes deeper, it will be bloody.

Tony was immersed in Manli's tense vision and decadent but joyful rock and roll, as if a ballerina dodged a meteorite gracefully on tiptoe in a small circle.

"It's a pity to finish playing like this." He pressed a button when the next slower meteorite rushed over: "Maybe I can be irradiated by some ray and become a powerful character."

"

Tony woke up in excruciating pain.The intense nerve stimulation in his left arm tells his brain that it's not okay.

It seems that God is also reluctant to let me go.

He found himself still in the cockpit, but all the instruments were dusty at the moment—the display screen and the pilot window were shattered like cobwebs, and Tony guessed that the spaceship was burned by the high temperature when it passed through the planet's atmosphere And it became vulnerable, so it was shattered in the crash landing with only a little bit of mechanical protection.

But thankfully, Tony Stark was still alive - he touched his left chest, where the heartbeat was steady, strong and rhythmic.

Tony lay on the deformed driver's seat and took deep breaths as slowly as possible to wake himself up.

He has to do something.

He always had to live.

Tony is now very sure that he has landed on some planet. Looking out from the dusty cobweb window, the color of the outside is like a layer of enchantress blue cream on a piece of grape cake, although it seems Like it was covered with sandpaper.

That is probably the boundary line between the sky and the ground.The ship had probably poked head-down into the planet's soil, so Mr. Stark was now looking at the scenery in mid-air.

Looks like he's fallen into a good place—Tony thought, he's not suffocating, he's not feeling well, and the ship is already like this.This can at least show that the atmosphere in this place is suitable for human breathing.

This is probably the best thing ever.

But it's useless to sit here and think about it.

Tony carefully studied the arm stuck in the seat and the bridge next to him, the most urgent thing is to get rid of these things first and return to a free Tony Stark.

It took a lot of effort for him-but the arm was stuck tightly, and it was useless except for the sharp pain caused by the forced removal.

Probably a bit of a broken bone, he pondered, looking around to see if there was anything he could use.In the end, he saw a small speaker not far away. This gadget was still here and seemed to be undamaged from the outside.

Tony thought for a while, then leaned over to reach the small rectangular speaker with his toes.

The sound box like a plank was easily inserted into the gap, and the seat, which was not too hard, was separated from the instrument, and the arm that was scratched very badly was finally pulled out. Tony took a deep breath and sank back into the chair.

"I didn't expect that it was the principle of leverage that saved me at this time." He curled his lips and began to check the devices on the spaceship.

"

The energy device of Xunyi has been completely broken - there is only a little bit of basic lighting energy left on the entire spacecraft, which is not enough to start the communication equipment, and it is estimated that it can only be used for heating for one and a half days; the food can still last. About half a month.After all, more than half of the storage room next to the torn energy storage was knocked out, and there was nothing left.

Tony bandaged the wound briefly. Now that he was hanging around his neck, he probably couldn't wear a heavy-duty space suit. He simply brought an ion gun, a tool bag and a little food and was ready to go to the front hatch at the tip of the spaceship.

But in the end he stuffed the little speaker into his trouser pocket.

It took a lot of effort to climb out of the hatch.

However, the view in front of me tells it that it is worth it.

Tony Stark is now on a planet with a green base, his soil is a greenish green similar to a shallow sea, and the sky is a creamy blue with a little powder, clear and clear. Tony found that he may have fallen on a wide river flood plain. On the left hand side, he could see tall mountains with silver snow caps, but on the right hand side, there was no flat land.

Surrounded by some tall plants (probably) with long dark purple leaves and "big curly" herbaceous plants - they look like fluffy purple donuts.

Tony was suddenly alert while craving donuts.

Because of such a dense plant, it is impossible to grow a road in the middle.

That's right, while he was listening to the sound of water and walking towards the possible river, he suddenly found that the plants in front of him had disappeared very cleanly - he didn't need to clean it up with a knife himself, there was indeed a narrow road ahead , as if able to penetrate the forest in front of you.

It is curved and clean, the emerald green of well-plowed soil.

So there must be something around here.

Tony put his hand on his waist and held down the ion gun.

Now is the time to make a move, he thought.Slowly, as quietly as possible, walk along the path.

The sound of the water grew louder, and Tony's heart began to beat a little faster.Although there might be something scary at that end, he was secretly looking forward to it.

Maybe that was a person too.

It's hard to say... But life should always be something to look forward to.

The path was finally coming to an end, and the light shone in from the sparser bushes, like pieces of gold.

Tony saw such a beautiful scene again.

A clear stream of water meanders down from a low mountain - this should be just a small diversion, gurgling like ribbons around the jagged rocks and converging into a clear lake, as if dripping on the blue frosted glass A round drop of water.

What's even more surprising is that there are clumps of small flowers growing around the lake, and Tony leaned down to see it.The flowers are small, sky blue, with a bright yellow center in whorled cymes.

If you remove the purple leaves, this little thing is almost like a plant growing on the earth.

Tony remembered that when he was very young, his mother would occasionally take him on vacation. He clearly remembered that there was a flower field behind the mountain villa, which was light blue and covered with small flowers similar to this one. Although it had no fragrance, it was small and cute.

what's the name...

"They look a lot like forget-me-nots, don't they?"

Tony turned around suddenly, because just as he was lost in memory, there was a small movement behind him.At this time, a child-like milk voice suddenly came out, making him immediately put on alert.

"

However, the gun was pointed at a child who looked to be in his twenties.

"Friends! Friends! Mr. Stark!" the boy shouted to Mr. Tony, who has curly brown hair and glowing white skin: "Is it because I haven't spoken to anyone for three years that people can't understand? God, when I talk to myself, I still feel that my pronunciation is very standard... Is it not spoken like this on earth?"

"

This guy seems to have fallen into a strange state of talking to himself.

Tony lowered his gun slightly, and had to interrupt the other party: "No, kid, the earth probably can't speak bird language by now.""

Now I am very convinced that this little thing is a human being, and it is obviously my little fan.

"Ohmygod! You spoke!!! Exactly like on TV...Did God hear me call? Oh my God! Oh! Wait...Let me see...I can see 'Iron in a place like this -man's driver..."

"Okay, kid." Tony felt like he had a little dog wagging his tail in his head, "now all you should tell me is where this is, who you are and why you're here."

"

The boy's dark, beautiful eyes suddenly drooped a little bit of aggrieved - it made Tony feel a little stuck, and then he answered these few questions in his milky voice, which completely turned Tony's mood sour.

"My name is Peter, Peter Parker.

"I don't know where it is, but I named it 'Forget-me-not' - I guess it's about [-] light-years away from Earth.

"...Three years, five months and four days ago, my uncle's spaceship and I crashed.

"Only I survived."