[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

— talk?

Tony looked into the young man's light gray eyes, and was slightly stunned for a few seconds.

This is the first time he has looked at those eyes so closely and seriously, the inorganic and indifferent color makes people think of the appearance of ice and snow in winter for no reason.

But now, the faint concern is deliberately concealed, but there are still traces that can be found hidden in it, as moist as the warm sun melts the ice and snow.

Those eyes are really nice.

Sudden thoughts jumped into Tony's mind, and those thoughts that had been suppressed a long time ago slowly sprouted from the bottom of Tony's heart little by little.

- God, what the hell was I thinking.

Tony, who has always been a master flirt, looks away guiltily at this time, as if this is the only way to cover up his own thoughts.

But in fact, in Wyatt's eyes, after listening to what he said, his boss turned his head away like a three-year-old child.

Wyatt: ...?

Well, I know that my boss doesn't like to listen to it, but his state really needs to be adjusted - at least he can't wear down his body so desperately.

But Tony's uncooperative attitude made Wyatt frown.

"Jar, let me report on Mr. Stark's recent schedule." Wyatt said.

"Mr. has been sleeping for no more than five hours a day for two consecutive weeks."

Tony: ...

Whose housekeeper is he?

"So, can you tell your poor employee, how long has it been since you had a good night's sleep?" Wyatt asked, leaning closer.

The suddenly magnified face in sight made Tony, who was already guilty, lean back suddenly, and controlled the movement that almost fell. Tony straightened his mind and showed a look of indifference.

"Einstein only slept for three hours a year, look at his achievements." Tony slid the chair rollers back, separated half a meter from Wyatt, and pouted.

Wyatt looked at Tony's appearance and narrowed his eyes.

"——what are you anxious about?" Wyatt didn't answer, but asked instead, "Are you afraid?"

"Are you kidding?" Tony looked at Wyatt with wide eyes, caramel eyes full of disbelief, "Afraid? Me? What am I afraid of?"

And Wyatt just looked at him like this and didn't speak.

Wyatt suddenly understood.

Tony's anxiety wasn't getting better at all.

He just won't be woken up by nightmares at night, and he won't be gasping for breath when his heart beats violently when he loses his armor.

The danger to the future, the anxiety about the unknown power, and the unfathomable magic side will not make him feel afraid, but it seems to be clamoring in his heart all the time, urging him to keep going without rest. Work.

He fears the people he holds dear, and the things he wants to protect, from the unknown.

Perhaps these days, through Wanda's ability to reveal a corner of the magic side, Tony, who has always believed in the supremacy of science, stepped into this unknown field, which further triggered the tight-knit heart that he has never let down. Nerves on edge -- Wyatt could feel it, even if Tony kept covering it up with his lazy, cynical demeanor.

It's just that Wyatt didn't know that all this happened earlier.

As early as the moment when the golden halo suddenly appeared and Wyatt disappeared suddenly, great panic and regret swept Tony's heart.

Why didn't I grab his hand.

Why is it too late when my battle armor is on me.

Why—I'm just an avenger, not a preventer?

Wyatt narrowed his eyes and did not continue the topic.

"—so, show me the fruits of your time, 'Einstein'?"

Wyatt straightened up, leaned slightly on the table, and looked at Tony with his arms crossed.

Speaking of this, Tony's eyes lit up. He picked up the watch placed on the laboratory table and put it on his hand. He touched the dial twice with his finger, and then flipped it over.

A thin layer of red armor spread out from the strap and quickly covered the surface of the skin, forming a armor glove with a palm cannon in the palm.

"Nanotechnology." Tony raised his chin with some pride, and tapped the table with his fingers wearing armor gloves, making two metal collision sounds.

--Wow.

To be honest, this scene is really cool-after all, what boy doesn't love mechs?

Seeing the amazed look in Wyatt's eyes, Tony raised a confident smile. He slid his hand across the table, and a battle armor structure diagram composed of countless lights rose on the table.

"If I can compress and store the bionic battle armor in the reactor with nanotechnology, and when it is really needed, the battle armor can quickly cover the whole body, cooperate with the nanoelectronic neural network to build the exoskeleton system and muscle system, and finally cover it with a layer of protection. This set of armor can even be repaired automatically—"[1]

The structural diagram formed by light followed Tony's explanation, and completely displayed the picture in front of their eyes in a virtual form.

Tony pointed to the simulated structure in the air, and the light reflected into the caramel-colored eyes full of pride and confidence, like a broken galaxy falling into his eyes, as if the entire universe was loaded.

Dazzling like tomorrow, bright like stars.

——He is indeed the one who rules the scientific universe.

Wyatt thought suddenly after seeing this scene.

"You've done enough," Wyatt whispered.

"What?" Perhaps because Wyatt's voice was too low, Tony blinked and looked at Wyatt.

"Everyone has their own responsibilities." Wyatt also looked at Tony, and said word by word, "The problems on the magic side will also have solutions on the magic side, and the Supreme Mage and Wanda are here for this." Come—”

"I mean, you don't have to, and you shouldn't take all the responsibility on yourself—you've done enough."

Perhaps no one had ever said this to Tony, he paused for a moment before shaking his head.

"As much ability as you have, you should shoulder as much responsibility." He said softly, "Since I have the ability, why don't I do more?"

"We're all worried about you."

Wyatt sighed, "Pepper, Happy, the captain, and everyone around you are very worried about your condition."

"What about you?" Tony asked suddenly, looking at Wyatt with an inexplicable smile in his eyes.

"—I'm standing here now, urging you to go to sleep." Wyatt paused and said.

Looking at the young man who just looked into his eyes and said a lot of words confidently, he slightly opened his eyes at this time, Tony suddenly felt much better.

He took out a pure white mask from the table that covered the upper half of his face and put it on Wyatt's face. The sides fit right behind Wyatt's ears, and the earphones fit right into Wyatt's ears.

"A gadget loaded with the Jar system." Tony shrugged, pretending to be no big deal and said casually.

The pure white mask just fit Wyatt, and the whole room scanning interface appeared in front of Wyatt's eyes, and Jar's voice appeared in Wyatt's ear through the headset that came with the mask.

And this just happened to hide Wyatt's face.

"…thanks."

Wyatt slid his index finger across the cold mask, "I like it very much."

Maybe it was Wyatt's persuasion that worked, or maybe it was some other reason, at least Wyatt who got up to pour water the next night did not see the light in the laboratory.

In an underground base belonging to Hydra, dim lights were flickering.

"What are you waiting for?"

Under the illumination of the light, the exposed silver-white metal shell seemed to have a touch of humanity. He looked at his partner in front of him, and there was impatience in the mechanical sound.

"You are too impatient." Red Skull said lightly, looking at the busy Murdoch with his hands behind his back.

"Didn't you make sure a long time ago that his body is strong enough to bear it?"

Ultron snorted coldly, "My test results are consistent with Murdoch's. The power of Odin flows in his blood, which is enough to bear my consciousness."

Red Skull turned his head and glanced at Ultron: "How can you catch him?"

The eyes of the mechanical body flashed a red light, and Ultron said: "I have my own way, maybe I can find allies to help me—except you."

Red Skull didn't speak this time, he was still staring at Murdoch's movements, ignoring Ultron.

"Anyway, it won't be long before I can bring him here—this is what we agreed, and it belongs to my body."

After speaking, without waiting for Red Skull's response, the robot took off and left here.

"—Do you want to go back on your word?"

Murdoch, who was repairing the machine, suddenly looked up and said.

The Red Skull paused for a moment, then slowly said: "Kryptonians are strong physically, but their weaknesses are too obvious—the power from Odin may be more suitable for me."

He stretched his arms, looked at his dark red skin that was different from ordinary people, and pinched his five fingers, "The real power comes from God."

"Anyway, it's impossible for Ultron to succeed." He sneered.

"What if it works?" Murdoch asked.

"Isn't that just right?" Red Skull grinned an ugly smile on his skull-like face.

Another day, another weekend.

The morning jog with Steve was over, Wyatt was holding a cup of coffee, standing in the lobby of the Avengers Building, looking at New York through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

——The days when you don’t have to go to work are really comfortable.

There was a faint sound of collision in the training room, perhaps Pietro or Wanda was still training seriously.

Those two kids were really hardworking and progressing really fast.

Wyatt rolled his eyes and took a sip of the still-warm coffee in his cup.

I have to say that, as a landmark building in Manhattan, the viewing angle here is indeed the best, and the warm sun shining on the body through the glass windows makes people feel comfortable and want to go back to sleep.

Just when Wyatt was hesitating whether to go back to catch up on sleep, a figure climbing up against the glass with very unscientific movements caught his attention, and in the next moment, he stuck to Wyatt. Looking at the glass, he waved at Wyatt, knocked on the glass with one hand and gestured.

Red tights, black stripes, a pure black spider pattern crawling on the chest, and white swimming goggles hanging over the eyes.

—Spiderman.

He seemed to be in a hurry, and his gestures became more and more agitated.

Wyatt blinked, wondering if he should put down the coffee cup in his hand and say welcome?

"Do you need to open the glass, Mr. Caviezel?"

Jar's voice came out just right, and Wyatt nodded.

The glass slowly descended, and Spider-Man lying on it frantically adjusted his position and entered backwards.

"Mr. Wh- Caviezel, I'm... I'm Spider-Man, I mean-"

There was still a childish voice coming from under the mask, which made Wyatt feel very familiar, but it was clear that the young superhero was in a hurry.

"Relax, I know you, New York's new superhero Spider-Man, and I have to say you're awesome."

Wyatt said in a gentle voice, the gentle and gentle tone soothed Peter's nervous heart at this time.

This is the first time that Peter appeared in front of Wyatt as Spider-Man, and at this time he was standing in the place he most yearned for—in the Avengers Building.

Oh my God, the building Mr. Stark built, the Avengers headquarters base!

Omg, can I ask Iron Man and Captain America for an autograph?

No no no no, there are more important things now!

"I know you're looking for Ultron now—I mean, I saw Ultron," Peter said quickly.

"--where?"

Tony, who came out to pour coffee, heard Peter's words. He frowned and asked, and the armor had automatically flew over to cover him piece by piece.

God——

"Queens, Fifth Avenue..." Seeing that Tony was asking himself, Peter immediately followed the question.

Before Peter could say the following words, Tony quickly controlled the armor and flew out, leaving only Wyatt and Peter staring at each other.

"Wait! I mean, it doesn't look like he's doing anything bad—"

Peter scratched his head anxiously, and straightened the slightly crooked hood. He and Wyatt said, "It seems to be doing something to help people. I don't know what to do, so I came here..."

Suddenly, Peter, who was wandering in New York as Spiderman, didn't bring his mobile phone with him—not to mention that he couldn't appear as Peter.

Although in places he didn't know, he already had no vest at all.

This unexpected remark stunned Wyatt for a moment.

Something seems wrong.

"Captain America is in the training room now, let Jar take you to find him, you tell him the whole thing, I'll go find Tony."

Wyatt hurriedly instructed Peter, and then he hurriedly put the mask Tony made on his face.

"Jar, Tony's position." Wyatt said, then soared into the air, flying into the distance at a speed not inferior to Tony's.

Peter, who never knew Wyatt's ability, was dumbfounded, and then he hurriedly followed Jar's guidance to the training room.

Wyatt, who was flying in the air, inexplicably felt a little uneasy.

— This is so wrong.

Why did Ultron, whom no one could find all the time, suddenly appear in front of everyone?

Cast yourself into the net?

Frowning, Wyatt tried his best to control the ability, and flew to the location marked by Jar at his fastest speed.

Even if he was mentally prepared in advance, when Wyatt rushed to the scene, everything still exceeded his expectations.

"Tony Stark, you murderer!"

The shrill voice of the woman plunged the street into silence for a moment.

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[1] The knowledge about the Blood Edge Armor here comes from Phil Saunder, the great god in Los Angeles, USA