How the Good and the Villain Saved Each Other

He breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, this was the first time in his life that he didn't want to be exposed to the camera.

He sat in the plaintiff's box, with Obi and Pepper sitting behind him, so that his heart was more or less at ease, and his friend Rody sat on the side of the witness box as a witness.

Thomas was not wearing handcuffs when he showed up, and he was wearing a very decent custom-made Versace suit. He walked gracefully to the dock with long legs and sat down.He didn't even look at Tony, as if he wasn't worthy of his attention at all, and scanned the audience for a week with his usual lazy smile, as if he was not sitting on a broken chair under his buttocks, but A throne, and all the people in the court are the people who come to worship him.

After everyone was in their positions, the trial officially began.The lawyer sitting next to Tony stood up first. He was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a straight body and an aggressive attitude.

"The plaintiff, Mr. Tony Stark, chairman of the Stark Group, accused the defendant Thomas Sharp of buying members of the Afghan terrorist organization Ten Rings in 2009 and kidnapping Mr. Stark for three months. During this period, his body and The spirit has caused great devastation and harm." The lawyer finished the above words in one breath, paused skillfully, and then slowly said: "The court please sentence the defendant to life imprisonment."

Tony froze, and looked at his lawyer in disbelief. He was just joking before, and absolutely didn't mean it. The penalty of life imprisonment is too harsh, and Thomas shouldn't be treated like this.

So he ignored the trial procedure, raised his hand before the lawyer had time to sit down, and shouted: "Objection!"

The judge frowned. It was the first time he encountered the defendant's lawyer's statement and the defendant shouted objection, but since this person is Tony Stark, who is famous for playing cards that do not follow common sense, it seems that there is nothing surprising up.

But just as he was about to warn Mr. Stark not to disregard the procedure, the defendant Thomas Sharp suddenly interrupted.

"The objection is invalid." He said slowly, "I am willing to bear all the crimes brought by the plaintiff. The criminal law of imprisonment for life sounds good."

There was an uproar in the trial seat and the hearing seat, the judge silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and then beat the hammer repeatedly to force people to be silent.

"Mr. Sharp," he said loudly, clearing his throat, "you have not hired any lawyer personally, and at the same time, it is not in accordance with the rules of procedure to refuse the lawyer appointed by the court for you."

"Your Excellency, I don't think a lawyer is necessary." Rocky raised his chin slightly and stared at Tony, madness flickered in his green eyes, "Since I intend to accept all the plaintiff's complaints."

"I have to remind you that if you are convicted, you will most likely face life imprisonment," the judge said.

"Thank you for reminding me, but I'm sure I'm not deaf." Loki replied after snorting.

There was a burst of laughter at the scene, Tony was so nervous that his palms were sweating, what happened?Why did Thomas plead guilty so easily?This is completely unreasonable!Is he mad at me?No, he's not that stupid, that's life in prison, and once the sentence comes, it's the end of Thomas' life.

He hesitated for a second, and stood up before the laughter had completely stopped.

"Now enter the questioning session." He skipped the judge and announced directly, and then started asking Rocky instead of his lawyer, "So you admit that you ordered the rebels to kidnap the plaintiff?"

"Yes." Loki replied with a smile.

"Why?" Tony continued.

"The reason? The reason is very simple, that is, I want to do this," Loki slapped the table lightly twice, announcing viciously, a lady made a gasping sound containing disgust, which fueled his arrogance even more. "Dear ones are alienated, friends are strangers, brothers are enemies; there are riots in the cities, civil strife in the country, treachery in the courts; intrigue, fraud, and confusion are after you and drive you to your grave. Go. Don't humans always do it? Am I not more qualified to do it than you?"

He spoke quickly, and by the time everyone recovered from the shock, he had finished triumphantly.The bailiff stood beside him at a loss, and everyone present reacted after three seconds of silence, and the audience was in chaos like a frying pan.

Pepper and Roddy were so angry, Stan looked like he was watching a show and didn't care about himself, while Tony's face was expressionless, only those big brown eyes erupted with terrible anger like laser light—— What the hell is Thomas trying to do?Did he think this was a Shakespeare family?Did he think he was playing King Lear?Just messing around in court just to make yourself angry?No, he must dig the truth out of this bastard's mouth.

"Silence! Silence!" cried the judge, striking his gavel. "Mr. Sharp, please watch your words."

"With all due respect, Your Excellency, since the plaintiff asks a question, I, as the defendant, should answer, and you, as the judge, cannot order me to shut up."

"The law requires you to give real reasons, not just talking nonsense."

"What basis do you have for judging that I am talking nonsense?" Loki blinked and humbly asked for advice, "And since I am neither mentally ill nor responsible for what I say and do, I don't understand that after pleading guilty on the spot , what is the need for this trial to continue."

"The true meaning of the law is fairness and truth. We cannot rashly draw conclusions based on your one-sided words, even if you are the plaintiff."

And then, Your Honor deeply regretted his words.This is the most absurd trial he has experienced in his career of more than 20 years-the defendant frankly admitted all the allegations, and the plaintiff in turn questioned the defendant's confession.Two bastards, Thomas Sharp and Tony Stark, have no regard for the majesty of American law and have turned the trial into a sleazy farce.

He will never swallow this insult just like that, wait and see, he may not cure the plaintiff, but he must let the defendant suffer for himself.

☆, Ch.23. Beatrice

At noon on the second day after the trial, Stark Mansion.

Xiaojiao stepped into the living room and found that the curtains around were still drawn, and the room was dark, as quiet as a tomb.

"What's going on?" She muttered, and stepped forward cautiously, but still knocked over a wine bottle, and then took a step back startled by the loud "bang".

At the same time, another person was frightened—Tony Stark sat up from the carpet under the sofa like a frightened animal, and Jarvis carefully adjusted the light in the room.

"Why are you sleeping on the ground?" Little Pepper asked.

"I don't know, my memory tells me that I was sleeping on the sofa - obviously it's not very reliable." Tony rubbed his hair randomly, still uncontrollably immersed in the hangover.

"God," Little Pepper walked to him, looked at the wine bottles on the table and on the floor, and almost exploded with anger, "You have successfully quit drinking for more than ten years, why do you drink like this again?"

"Are you surprised?" Tony staggered up and sat back on the sofa, and said inarticulately, "I thought there was a 90.00% chance that I would drink like this after going through that trial."

Pepper stopped talking. The outcome of the trial could be described as a lose-lose situation. Tony was especially injured. Baron Sharp, who was sentenced to life imprisonment, looked like a triumphant victor.What the hell is he doing?Want to punish Tony by punishing yourself?

At this time, Jarvis' electronic voice sounded over their heads.

"Sir, Master Dance wants to see you outside the door."

"Dance?" Little Pepper was taken aback, and then began to panic, "Poor kid, he must have read those reports."

"What report?" Tony asked vigorously.

"What else could be the report?" Little Pepper pissed around in circles. "Of course it's the report that Sharp was sentenced to life imprisonment. Danse is only a child. He must be terrified when he encounters such a thing."

Tony sighed, the faint lines on his face accentuated by the hangover.

"Let him in, Jarvis," he said, standing up and staggering towards the bathroom, coming out barely visible.

"Hey, you're here, cutie." He pretended to be relaxed and cheerful and greeted Dance who was sitting next to Pepper. "The vacation is coming to an end, isn't it? Are you going to go back to England, so come and say goodbye to me?"

Dan Si's small face was extremely pale, his eyes and nose were red, as if he had just cried.

"Mr. Stark," he lowered his head, refusing to make eye contact with Tony, "I'm here this time to ask you to withdraw the lawsuit against Thomas."

"Well, it's sad, I've become 'Mr. Stark' with you too," Tony said mockingly, "but the point is that after a person is convicted, even if the plaintiff is willing to withdraw , the judgment will not be annulled."

Dance raised his head abruptly, disbelief written in his big green eyes.

"This is the law, go bite it—" Tony spread his hands and sat down on the sofa opposite, "And, do you really want to intercede for a murderer? By the way, do you know that he killed your father? ?”

"Tony! How could you? Just in front of Danse—how could you?" Pepper looked at Tony in horror, then turned to look at Danse, but unexpectedly found that Danse's face was gloomy, but But there is no trace of sadness and weakness - he does not look like a 12-year-old child, but a real man.

"Do you think so?" he asked coldly. "You believed the rumours, and you convicted him—is that why you charged him and sent him to prison?"

"He admitted it himself!" Tony couldn't help shouting, he didn't want to be a sinner, it was all Thomas' fault, "He admitted in court that he ordered those people to kidnap me, this is what he said Yes, I did not wrong him!"

"So, you believed it?" Dance retorted unmoved, "Since the day Thomas adopted me, countless people told me that he had evil intentions, that he was the chief culprit who killed my father, and that he was willing to take care of me. It's to buy people's hearts, and it actually has bad intentions. But I don't believe anything, not a single word, even if Thomas told me so himself, I wouldn't believe it!"

For a moment, Tony was surprised to find himself overwhelmed by the momentum of this 12-year-old boy, but he quickly regained his strength and joined the war again.

"That's because you were deceived by him," he said cruelly. "He's the kind of person who always knows how to pretend, how to reach out when you are most vulnerable, and cheat your trust."

"Really? Do you feel cheated?" Dance straightened his back straighter without fear, his voice began to tremble with excitement, "But I don't, because I have eyes, ears, and a heart. I see I can see it, I can hear it, I can feel it, I don't need to tell you what kind of man Thomas is, from the night he saved me on the beach, I know that he can't hurt me!"

"And do you know what he does? Do you know who he sells the ammunition to? Do you know how many people died because of him?"

"The war in Afghanistan was fought because of him? The warlords in Southeast Asia were created because of him? Why do you make him responsible for things that have nothing to do with him? No one is a saint!" Dance was completely unmoved , "Thomas is indeed not a saint, not even a good person, but that doesn't matter, because to me, he is the best person."

He looked at Tony with hatred for a long time, then slowly lowered his head.

"So, what kind of person is Thomas to you?" He asked Tony softly. "Can you think of a way, there is always a way to save him, isn't it?"

But Tony no longer intends to face the world soberly. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been stuffed into the crack of the sofa at some point, pulled out the cork, and poured a small half of the bottle into his mouth.

"For me, he is a nightmare, a curse." He put down the bottle, staring blankly at the front, "I have tried my best, but he insists on getting into prison... I give up, let He'll stay there forever."

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Tony never thought of himself as a capricious and inconsistent person, but he always seemed to be a little out of order when it came to Thomas.In the third hour after Dans left angrily, he hurriedly asked Pepper to organize a team of lawyers, with the purpose of exonerating Thomas - well, this is basically impossible, but reducing the sentence is probably possible arrived.

Even if there was no hope between the two of them, he didn't want Thomas to end up like that.

Afterwards, he put all his thoughts on perfecting the Mark III—maybe Tony Stark should not learn how to fall in love with others, but should honestly engage in his scientific creation and sleep with various cover models— ——Then he will find all the illegally imported Stark arms and destroy them to save those who are facing the threat of Stark weapons.

He wanted to atone for what he had done, and if possible, for Thomas.

After checking the Palm Cannon of the Mark III and updating the internal map, Tony collapsed on the sofa drinking coffee, waiting for Pepper's call - before he asked her to go back to the CEO's office of Stark Industries to copy the latest weapon loading list , I believe there will be news soon.

But at this moment, a sudden pain caused Tony to have a splitting headache, but just when he wanted to raise his hand to cover his head, he found that his hand couldn't be controlled—not only his hand, but all the muscles in his whole body. was paralyzed.

Immediately afterwards, one hand supported his head, and he was gently laid down on the sofa, and the face of Obaday Stein appeared in his pupils.

"Remember this thing?" The bearded CEO of Stark Industries shook a small thing in his hand and said, Tony recognized that it was a sound wave emitter he had developed, which can make people short Time paralyzes and works surprisingly well.

"What's the matter, Obi? Is this a joke? Or a reality show?" Tony trembled his lips and wanted to speak, but he couldn't even move the muscles in his throat, so he could only ask silently with his eyes, but the other party didn't respond at all. understand the meaning.

"I wanted to kill you," he said selfishly, "but those guys from the Ten Rings gang are greedy and want free Jericho missiles, so they want to save your life. I have to say, they are very wise to do so Otherwise, how can you produce precious golden eggs?"

Tony's eyes are so wide they almost burst out of their sockets, he shouldn't have given him sub-clearance to Stark Mansion, he shouldn't have shown him his reactor, he shouldn't have believed him in the first place.But how could he not believe him?Obadie Stein, they've known each other for so many years, he's taken care of him so long, like a father...

Then Thomas—Thomas is innocent!

"What? Reminds you of your little boyfriend?" Stan sat next to Tony, and the two brothers seemed to put their arms around Tony's shoulders. Without any evidence, he guessed that I was the mastermind of the kidnapping case, and chose to let the villain, me, in order not to make his princess sad, what a perfect lover."

Tony stared angrily at the smug old guy in front of him. He really wanted to punch all his teeth out, but he couldn't even lift a finger.Stan ignored his cannibalistic eyes, tapped the reactor on Tony's chest, snorted, and pulled it out of his chest in the next second.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He leaned in and looked at the reactor fascinatedly, letting the blue light shine on his face, "This is your Ninth Symphony, your swan song-don't worry, I will Use it to change the pattern of the entire world."

As he spoke, he ruthlessly tore off the connection between the reactor and Tony.

"If it wasn't for you, I really didn't want to touch Thomas. After all, our arms deal has been very pleasant." Stan finally stood up and elegantly fastened the last button of his suit jacket, "Guess how he was in prison How? Will that beautiful butt be poked into a honeycomb?"

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I think you have four minutes and 20 seconds left to think about this problem, and then death will end all your troubles, of course, maybe you would like to use this last time to think about something better Things are not bad."

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After confirming that Obadie Stein's footsteps were gradually going away, Tony struggled to get up on the sofa, and staggered towards the elevator hall - people who fell into this kind of paralysis had better stay where they are, and live ten years later. It will automatically recover in a few minutes, but Tony doesn't have ten minutes to wait. If he can't reinstall the arc reactor for himself in four minutes, those damn shrapnel will enter his heart and smash it into a sieve.

He has to live, otherwise innocent Thomas will stay in prison for the rest of his life, he is so beautiful, so good, he will be torn to pieces in that dirty place, he has to rescue him, he has to confess to him ——The premise is that he can survive this time.

The distance from the first floor to the basement studio is even longer than from the United States to China. Trembling, he managed to press the button of the elevator, and then leaned on the wall to barely support himself, racing against time after the "ding" of the elevator rushed out.

The first few steps were not bad, at least he was able to step firmly, but then his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, and there was nowhere to put his strength, and it seemed that fifty or sixty flies were buzzing in his head. The nausea made him dizzy.So he simply let himself fall on the floor, and crawled forward bit by bit, but his confused mind became more and more unable to direct this body.

Come on, Tony, it's almost there, keep going, you have to survive.

He remembered what Thomas had said that day, how he had tossed that old reactor into the donut box, the drawer where he kept his lifeblood.

The drawer wasn't that high, it was the second from the bottom, but he just couldn't lift his damn arm, he tried three times, and finally fell back on the ground with all his strength in vain, looking sideways at the nearby In the drawer close at hand, a burst of despair rose from the bottom of my heart—am I really going to die?That man's foresight gave him a chance to live, and he was going to waste it like this?

In a trance, a series of footsteps sounded from far to near, and a pair of leather boots stopped beside Tony's face.Tony struggled to look up, but he couldn't lift his head up. He could only see two long legs in black leather pants.

"Help me—" he made a weak cry for help, no matter who you are, please help me.

There was an extremely familiar snort above his head, and then the man squatted down and looked down at Tony, which surprised Tony to find that he had the same face as Thomas, but he was wearing a strange costume like a battle armor.

Oh, by the way, he is about to die, and a phantom may occur before a person dies.Thinking of this, Tony suddenly felt relieved, and it seemed that death was beginning to become sweet.

"Look at the way you look now, you are really in a mess." Phantom said, the corners of his lips curled up with a curve that Tony was all too familiar with.

"Thomas—" he called his name, and stretched out his hand to him with difficulty, "are you here to pick me up?" As Dante wrote in "Divine Comedy", his lover Beatri Che ends up leading the poet on a tour of heaven.

"No, Honey," Phantom smiled viciously, the same smile Thomas had in court, "heaven and hell are too good for you, I want you to stay here."

"What about you?" Tony asked eagerly, "Will you stay?"

The Phantom shook his head cruelly, "I don't belong here, I want to return to the world where I belong--" He said, with ease, he opened the drawer that made Tony despair, opened the donut box, and took out the reactor from inside .

"Come on, let's hurry up," he looked down at Tony, who had fallen into a coma, "I didn't expect that I would have to do this job a second time."

☆, Ch.24. Scars

If it wasn't for Tony's old reactor with too little energy left over, defeating Obada Stein should be a simple matter-the so-called "Iron Overlord" he made is not as good as Mark III except for being bigger. The number is excellent.

But Tony has always been an expert at both making troubles and solving troubles, so even in a desperate situation, he can beat the crap out of the enemy, plus lay dead bodies on the spot, and the only problem now is how to fool the public and the media. The big "Transformer" went on a rampage for a while and knocked over a whole part of Stark Industries for anyone with eyes to see.

Of course, this is just the top priority of Pepper and Agent Coulson who claims to be from the National Strategic Intervention Implementation Logistics Department (now it can finally be referred to as "SHIELD"). In Tony's eyes, the only thing worthy of him now The only concern is how to coax Thomas back.

"Is the material ready, little pepper?" In the waiting room of the press conference, Tony asked the beautiful secretary who had just gone through the test of life and death with him.

"It's all ready, and the evidence has been submitted. Although Mr. Sharp's insistence on pleading guilty may be a bit difficult, but we have the best lawyers, I believe this will not be a problem." Pepper replied, the night was really long Yes, she first discovered the evidence that Obadai Stan kidnapped Tony, and then she was hunted down round after round, and then under the direction of Chairman Stark, she gave up the prototype that powered the Stark Building The arc reactor was overloaded, blowing up half the building.

And after going through such a series of thrilling and narrow escapes, she still has to find ways to collect evidence to exonerate her boss's boyfriend, and she doesn't even have the right to go to bed to suppress the shock.

"Very good, arrange it for me. I'm going to see him after the press conference." The evil boss continued to give instructions.

"With all due respect, getting Mr. Sharp to agree to see you is far more difficult than exonerating him." Little Pepper said helplessly.

"Then tell him that this time I'm going to kneel before him and beg his forgiveness," Tony Megalomaniac Stark said. "Believe me, he will gladly accept a visitation request just to see this."

"Are you really going to kneel down and beg?" Little Pepper asked in disbelief.

"Of course not," Tony said cheekily, "it's just a tactic, a way to open the communication channel." But if kneeling works, I don't mind trying, he added in his mind.

"Mr. Stark, it's time for you to appear." The press conference staff opened the door of the waiting room and whispered.

"Understood," Tony waved at the man, walked over with the written press release, and did not forget to turn around and tell Pepper: "Remember, no matter what method you use, get him to agree to see me!"

"Okay, okay, you're the boss, you're the biggest." Pepper rolled her eyes at Tony's back, if this guy was just her boss and not her friend, I would fire him in no time.I hope he and Thomas can get back together, so that this big trouble can be taken over by Baron Sharp, and if I continue to worry about it like this, I will surely accelerate aging.

But after speaking with the prison, Pepper desperately realized that his situation would not get any better, and could even get worse.

"How? Did he agree?" The press conference was very short, so short that before Little Pepper could figure out what to say, Tony's hairy head came out of the door, followed by his whole body, followed by Roddy, chattering Shouting things like "Why don't you do what you said", "What do you mean 'I'm Iron Man'".

"Uh..." Pepper didn't know how to answer Tony's question, "To be exact, he neither agreed nor objected."

Tony blinked, "Do you know, Pepper, you have the potential to be a philosopher, and they always speak vaguely, making people unintelligible."

Well, Pepper took a deep breath, Tony would know about this sooner or later, and she didn't have to wait until the right time to speak, because there would never be a right time.

"Baron Sharp is dead," she said forcefully, her blue eyes looking straight at Tony, trying to give him the strength to bear the news.

Tony was stunned for three seconds and then laughed out loud, he was laughing so hard that he almost burst into tears.

"That's the funniest joke I've heard in nearly a year," he clapped his hands exaggeratedly, "Thomas told you himself?—'Tell Tony that bastard I don't want to see him, and if he doesn't give up Just say I'm dead', am I right?"

Little Pepper shook her head lightly, she really wished she wasn't standing here, she finally mustered up the courage, and now she has to do it all over again.

"No, Tony," she said, hanging her head, unable to bear the look that was about to come to her friend's face next, "I was told by the prison people—they found Mr. Sharp's body in Mr. Sharp's cell the morning before yesterday."

At that moment, Tony felt as if he had lost all consciousness. The world fluttered and rose like smoke, and finally dissipated into nothingness. Pepper's face was distorted and transformed into darkness in this world.

"Tony—"

He heard someone calling his name.

"Tony—"

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa, Roddy and Pepper were kneeling beside him, the former was worried, while the latter was already in tears.

"Fool, why are you crying?" Tony stroked Little Pepper's hair hanging by his ear, and said softly, "I'm the one who should be crying."

He just lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling and doing nothing, and everyone in the room shut their mouths wisely, waiting for him to slowly recover.

"I'm still going to see him," Tony said stubbornly, "even if all he has left is a body, I'm still going to see him." Because he didn't believe it, he would never believe that Thomas would die so easily.

Little Pepper shook his head with red eyes, "But they cremated him."

Tony stood up from his sitting position.

"Why so soon?" There was a frightening gleam in his brown eyes. "There must be a conspiracy in Thomas' death, otherwise they wouldn't be so eager to destroy—destroy—"

He couldn't go on, the word "destroy the corpse" was too heavy and terrifying, imagining Thomas' handsome face turning into ashes little by little under the licking of the flames, it almost made Tony collapse.

"So, it's all over?" He smiled self-deprecatingly, his expression was as stiff as a statue, "No matter how hard I try, I can't recover anything after this big period."

"You can justify Mr. Sharp's name," Roddy said, holding his friend's hand, "at least so that he won't go to another world with a crime."

"Do you think that makes sense?" Tony said blankly. "If there is a God, he must know that Thomas is innocent; if there is no God, who cares what the truth is?"

"Thomas' relatives must care," Roddy went on. "He's got relatives, right?"

Tony shook his head, "Only Danse, who trusts Thomas so much, doesn't care about the 'truth' in the worldly sense."

"Then go and get the ashes to him," Little Pepper sighed, "There is no legal relationship between them adopting and being adopted. Danse can't get Mr. Sharp's ashes back. We can help with that. busy."

"Thank you, Pepper," Tony stood up, "and you, Roddy." He patted his friend's shoulder with force, he didn't want them to worry, and the false hope still supported him, "We're going to go to prison."

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If they were acting, the shot would have to be moved to another day—he'd never seen a film or TV show set up for such a sad moment with such a sunny setting.

That's all Tony had in mind as he left prison with Thomas' ashes in his hands.

Are they acting?All this happened so suddenly that it didn't seem real, but the pain was so sharp, gnawing at his heart that he refused to let go for a moment.

If this was a dream, he would probably have woken up if it hurt so much...

"I'm sorry," he stood in front of Dance with his head bowed, hunched over, as if he was the shorter of the two, "I'm sorry that you lost him."

Dan Si stubbornly turned his head aside, tears kept streaming down his fair cheeks, but he still didn't say a word.

The two were silent, letting the sadness flow and overflow between them, and finally drown them all.

"This is his ashes," Tony finally said, and handed the box containing Thomas's ashes to Dans, "I think I should give it to you, after all, I'm not qualified to keep it."

Danse reached out and took it without hesitation.

"You really don't have the qualifications." He held back his tears, said in a trembling voice, and was about to turn his head and leave after speaking.

"Hey, Danse, one more thing," Tony called him, "Thomas left some money with me, and I think you should take it too."

"I don't need your money," Danse shook his head, and raised his hand to stop Tony from saying, "Yes, don't deny it, I know it's your money. My dead father set up a fund for me After he died, Thomas added some more, so although I am not as rich as you now, I don’t need to accept this charity.”

"But you hate me, don't you?" Tony said reluctantly, suppressing the pain in his heart and showing a smirk, "Since that's the case, wouldn't it be nice to take my money and make me poor?"

"No," said Dance, with a vicious smile, and stared at Tony with those green eyes that looked exactly like Thomas, "I won't ask for a penny of yours, because it will give your conscience a sigh of relief." Every now and then, you'll feel like you've taken care of the poor little orphan Thomas left in this world, and you've finally made up for the crimes you've committed against him, even if it's just a little bit."

He looked at Tony's black eye sockets, messy beard and bloodshot eyes, and felt a surge of joy in his heart. He was just a child, and he still couldn't make this man pay the price he deserved, but God would help him. This revenge.

"So," he said, raising his voice, as if to unleash all his hatred, "go back with your money, go back and hide in the corner of your bed and have nightmares, I curse you, Tony Stark, I— —”

"Dance! That's enough! It's not all Tony's fault!" Pepper couldn't help crying out, didn't he see what Tony had become?Does he have to nail another heavy cross on his back?Can't he be kind and let him go?

"And you, the executioner's accomplice," Danse suddenly turned to Little Pepper, the ferocity in his eyes made this remarkable woman who had always been calm take a step back in fright, "I curse you too, I curse you all!"

After speaking, he lowered his head, kissed the urn, then carefully held it to his chest, turned around and walked away.

Tony stood staring at Dans's back for a long time. Pepper knew he was saying goodbye to Thomas, so he didn't bother him all the time.