When Downey Wears a Tin Can [Comprehensive British and American]

The people sitting on the long sofa changed from one to two, with the bright lights of the hall above their heads, and the broken bow and arrow in the middle glowed with a dull luster after the war damage.

Donnie held Barton's wrench, and after taking the bow, he carefully looked at the complicated wiring inside the gap in the bow surface, and then stretched out his hand to weigh it: "Nitinol alloy? Doesn't it feel too light to use?" ?”

Sitting on the same side of the sofa with the person in front of him obviously made Barton feel a little strange, or awkward, so Hawkeye moved to the sofa opposite Downey calmly: "...I will hang a weight-increasing layer on it before I use it."

After finishing speaking, he met the warm brown eyes of the other party's serious expression when he listened carefully, Barton thought.

This face-to-face communication method seems to be more embarrassing than the previous one.

Clint Barton: "..."

Fortunately, the person on the other side of the sofa lowered his head again after hearing what he said, and quickly helped him repair the messy wiring inside. During the process, Barton kept his eyes fixed on Downey's movements, for fear of missing him. which detail.

To be honest, Barton is still very nervous about his bow, which was tailor-made for him by the Science Department of S.H.I.E.L.D. It can be spliced ​​as he likes, which is better than all the mechanical bows he made before.

But the repair process of this kind of docking line is very boring. As time goes by, Hawkeye starts to feel drowsy watching it.

Then he inadvertently saw the black marks in Downey's eyes.

Button froze for a moment, then rubbed his face, and forced himself to sit up straight.

He felt that maybe he should say a few words now to ease the awkward atmosphere between the two of them because they were facing each other—maybe he was the only one who felt embarrassed.But the fact is that Clint Barton, who has always been eloquent, can't think of what he can say now.

During the week of being teammates, not only did the relationship between them not improve, on the contrary, it became difficult for them to sit down and chat peacefully.

Barton looked at the person sitting across from the sofa, and flashed through his mind the scene of performing missions with Tony Stark together.

The environment is different, but the process and results are similar. Most of them are after they carefully planned everything, and a tin can suddenly rushed out to interrupt all the rhythm.

Although their missions have rarely failed due to Tin Can's combat prowess, this is contrary to the principles on which they originally founded the alliance.

It doesn't matter if the building is blown up, because he can pay for it.

It doesn't matter if it causes panic among the people, because it is inevitable.

And what they have to do is to follow Tony Stark's ass, help him deal with the government, help him appease the masses, and passively accept the media's smearing and censure of the Avengers.

Patton felt that they were completely inconsistent in terms of their working style and philosophy. Tony Stark paid attention to efficiency. He could ignore those high losses when maximizing efficiency, but what they paid attention to was minimizing casualties and building damage, and Don't make too much noise.

The five of them spent the week trying to find a balance working with Tony Stark, but in the end it was all in vain.The opponent's irritable attitude, drinking habits and withdrawn personality are not the key to everything. The most important thing is that he is Tony Stark. He doesn't like to obey orders, and he doesn't like to cooperate with others.

This is fatal for a team.

Then after drinking and smashing the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau, he finally shot at his teammates, smashed his upper bow with a laser, and even choked the captain's neck and yelled at him.

The fragile team bond they had had little time to cultivate was completely broken.

The face of Tony Stark in his memory slowly overlapped with the person sitting on the other side of the sofa. Barton looked away, looked down at the coffee table full of tool parts, and did not speak.

The hall became very quiet for a while.

The agent who hadn't slept for [-] hours and Iron Man who had worked continuously for [-] hours sat in the lobby without saying a word. The time passed by. First, Hawkeye, who couldn't stand it anymore, went to the refrigerator to get two bottles Iced Coke, put one of them in front of Donnie.

Donnie glanced at the can of Coke on the coffee table, but didn't reach out to pick it up. He lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the complicated wiring. Then, when the repair work reached the last step, he suddenly asked, "Do you have a group?"

Barton paused when he opened the pull ring: "...Yes."

Downey connected the last line of the mechanical bow, pressed the bow's repair button, and the Nitinol alloy immediately began to soften, and then followed the on-board system to start the self-repair program.

He threw the bow to Barton, and said, "Then do you mind pulling me in?"

After Barton took the bow, the smile stayed on his face. After thinking for a while, he realized what Downey was talking about. He gave Downey a strange look: "Didn't you not add it yourself?"

Button still remembers the first day when the alliance was formed. He imagined the team life in the future, couldn't restrain his excitement and built a group, and then pulled people into it one by one. When it was Tony Stark's turn at last, that guy raised his eyebrows. The chin sneered: "Your communication system has a special contact method, and important matters can be notified through that."

Button was stunned for a moment: "But when we usually chat—"

Tony Stark interrupted him: "And, FB chat group? Come on, are you still in junior high school? Do you have to hold your sister's hand when you go to the bathroom?"

Barton now recalls Tony Stark's expression at that time, and only feels that he has a sentence written all over his face called "Are you angry".

He was mad.

Button drank the whole can of Coke and threw it into the trash can, calmly looking directly at Downey's face: "I—"

At this moment, the bow in his hand beeped as the restoration was completed.

Barton: "..."

He paused for a few seconds: "...I'll turn around and ask the captain to pull you."

"Also." Barton picked up the quiver next to him, and said one last sentence before turning around and walking out of the hall.

"Thank you."

Donnie watched Button's figure disappear into the corner of the hall, clapped his hands and stood up from the sofa, picked up the iced Coke on the table, and returned to the room.

The extreme fatigue was exchanged for a sufficient sleep. When Donnie got up from the bed the next day, the sun outside the window was at the foot of his bed.

There are two unread messages on the phone, one is a friend request from a guy with an American flag on his profile picture.

Downey could guess who this person was with just his eyelashes.

He clicked agree casually, and then opened another message, which was sent by Agent Coulson.

[As for the remuneration for the anti-intelligence-strike helmet you made, we have credited it into your account. Of course, you probably don’t care much about the $200 million. ]

Downey raised his eyebrows.

He doesn't care.

He said earlier that he doesn't think he has really become Tony Stark, so, apart from the expenses for paying employees and the daily operation and maintenance of the company, it is impossible for him to take Tony Stark's money To do those private things of self-satisfaction, although it is true that the stuff stuffed into his head is not his own.

But who can control so much, this at least means that the follow-up and long development process of clean energy begins before revenue begins.

He has money.

Downey was in a good mood, took his clothes and went into the bathroom. After washing up, he ran into Bruce Banner, a genius physicist who was sitting at the coffee table in the hall, drinking tea and processing paper documents.

"Actually, Barton may have been a little earlier before he became an Avenger. I remember that he was your fan."

He probably heard about what happened last night from Barton. After Downey sat across from him, Dr. Banner mentioned something casually. After finishing speaking, he seemed to think that the term "fan" might not be appropriate, and then changed his words: "Or not To that extent, but it is undeniable that he was somewhat influenced by you."

Dr. Banner recalled: "He told me that it was on his birthday that he saw you fight off terrorists in a restaurant, and then he got the idea of ​​​​becoming a superhero."

Donnie hadn't heard this kind of talk before, so he was a little surprised.

The only thing that can't be denied, though, is that until you get to the man Tony Stark.

Iron Man is indeed handsome.

"Then I am very honored." Downey looked at Dr. Banner, "Would you like to have breakfast?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the wall clock, saw that it was almost eleven o'clock, and changed his words: "Unn, have lunch?"

Dr. Banner raised the material in his hand: "Sorry, I have another study to deal with later."

Downey leaned back on the sofa. At this moment, Barton, who just passed by the entrance of the hall, asked casually, "Shall we go to lunch together, Clint?"

Barton's footsteps stopped suddenly.

He looked at Downey who was sitting opposite Dr. Banner in the hall, moved his lips, and finally replied: "I can't—" He shook the bow in his hand, "I still have to go to training."

Upon seeing this, Bruce Banner smiled and said, "Maybe you can invite Saul?"

"It's a good idea to be hammered out of the building by him."

Downey stood up from the sofa, patted the non-existent wrinkles on the suit pants, and took out his phone.

It's ok.

He also has little spiders.

He dialed the number he had exchanged with the other party when he sent Peter to school last time. After two beeps, the phone was picked up, and Peter Parker's deliberately low voice, full of surprise, came from the other end.

"Mr. Stark!"

Downey: "What are you doing? Do you want to have lunch together later?"

Then he heard the little spider on the other end of the phone say, "I...I'm taking an exam, Mr. Stark."

Downey: "...What call did you answer for the exam?"

Peter Parker: "Because it was you who called! If it was Aunt May, I might have hung up."

At this moment, the invigilator's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Peter!"

Peter: "...it's over."

Donnie looked at the page on the phone screen that was then hung up.

Downey: "..."