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

Poor Mr. Peter Parker Jr. was taken straight to the principal's office the next day after being absent from his first day of school reporting for being caught trying to cheat with his mobile phone during his entrance exams.

If it weren't for Peter Parker not daring to call Aunt May when he called the parents, he finally dialed Downey's number, he felt that he might really face expulsion just after school started.

So the academic warning and punishment turned into a two-hour reflection room after a phone call with Iron Man, which means.

The plan to have lunch with the little spider also fell through.

Downey, who has no other friends in this world, finally chose to order takeaway, which is still the familiar Cyclops restaurant. The reason why he has such a special liking for this restaurant is because there was also a restaurant called Cyclops in the original world. It was a young, cheerful white Portuguese guy who, if he remembered correctly, drove by the intersection of Broadway.

"King T'Chaka's assistant will arrive at the company headquarters by three o'clock in the afternoon, Sir."

On the dining table in the hall compartment, Downey finished the last bite of the lobster roll, took out the tissue paper prepared next to him and wiped the soup on his fingers: "Is the contract ready?"

"It has been sent to your mailbox."

Downey nodded, picked up the trash on the table and threw it into the trash can carried on the back of the cleaning robot next to him, stood up and walked out of the hall.

The sound of conversation came from around the corner in the corridor ahead.

"Would you like to have lunch together Nat, Dr. Banner just introduced me to a great restaurant yesterday, it seems to be called Cyclops?"

"I've already ordered lunch."

"That night?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has a meeting tonight."

The two agents seemed to have just finished training. The bracelet on Natasha's wrist was still accumulating a blue electric light that had not completely faded. Barton carried his bow and quiver on his back. He walked out of the corner and saw Downey on the other side of the corridor. At that time, the two fell silent in unison.

Donnie didn't stop, he just walked over, just reached out and patted Button's arm when he passed by, "I bet you like the Holman and Finch Burger at Cyclops Restaurant."

Barton paused: "...Oh."

When Downey disappeared at the end of the corridor, the red-haired female agent glanced at Clint Barton, who failed to control his expression: "Oh?"

Barton came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Natasha: "...nothing."

At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket rang briefly. Barton took out the mobile phone and glanced at it. It was a message from a group called [Did Hulk steal my peanut butter today].

[The Most Handsome Iron Man in the Universe] has been successfully added by [Captain America].

The most handsome Iron Man in the universe: [Iron Man debut.jpg]

Captain America: [Welcome. ]

Bruce Banner: [Welcome. ]

Barton: "..."

He stood there for a while, thinking that no matter what, at least the other party helped him yesterday, so out of politeness, he should also say some polite words.

Invite Hulk to eat chocolate booger balls: [Welcome. ]

Bruce Banner: [...Barton, I'm eating. ]

At this time, Natasha's voice came from the front: "If you don't change your name, I may directly block you next time, Clint."

Button looked up and looked at Natasha who had already brought lunch from the hall while he was dazed. He glanced at the paper bag in Natasha's hand, which had a big string printed on it.

Sturgeon Caviar Sandwich.

Barton: "..."

Because he had to go to the company to sign the [-] million dollar contract with Wakanda's assistant king at [-]:[-] pm, so after dinner, Downey went to work in the workshop for an hour, and then went back to the room and changed into a more grand suit. He shaved the beard that had just popped out again, and waited until it was tidied up to the extent that he would not neglect the other party.

Happy Hogan was already waiting downstairs in the Union Building.

The Avengers Building is not far from Stark Enterprises, just cross a Wall Street and Bainaohui Avenue and wait for a few traffic lights.Sitting in the back seat of the car, Downey saw the one-eyed restaurant with a conspicuous eye pattern on the signboard when passing the intersection in front of Times Square.

At the gate of the restaurant, Donnie saw the owner of the restaurant wearing a familiar green apron, still the familiar young and hearty white Portuguese kid. If he hadn't been going to sign the contract soon, he felt that he would probably let Happy stop and then Go to that kid and say a few words.

The phone in his pocket vibrated at this moment. It was the call from the assistant of the king of Wakanda. Downey pressed to answer, and then he heard the bearded assistant on the phone say in a shocking voice: "Sorry, Mr. Stark, We may not be able to arrive at your company on time."

Downey leaned on the leather chair in the back seat: "What's wrong?"

Bearded assistant: "We got robbed on the Brooklyn Bridge!"

Downey frowned: "Are you all okay?"

The bearded assistant: "It's okay, it's just that the robber is too hateful, he snatched ours in the street—"

The assistant took a breath. Donnie felt that no matter how rich the king of Wakanda was, he wouldn't bring $[-] million in cash to sign the contract, but he still frowned because of this sentence.

Then he heard the assistant say, "He took our truck tires in the street!"

Downey: "..."

Very well, vicious robbers viciously robbed the truck tires of the king's assistant of a poor African country on the Brooklyn Bridge in broad daylight.

It's shocking news.

Downey: "... Have you seen who it is? Do I need to call the police for you?"

The bearded assistant: "There's no need to call the police. I think the police will be very difficult to deal with him. It seems like Iron Man?"

Downey: "???"

The bearded assistant immediately changed his words: "I'm not talking about you, Mr. Stark, I mean, it's a blue tin can that looks like Iron Man." By saying you're a tin can, Mister Stark, I mean—"

The bearded assistant searched for adjectives for a long time, and after a long time: "That's a blue tin can that looks like Iron Man."

Downey: "..."

The bearded assistant gave an annoyed groan, as if he wanted to say something to make up for it, but when he was thinking about his words, there was a burst of clear, one after another, exclamation from New York citizens outside the car window.

Downey kept holding the phone, subconsciously looking out the window.

Everyone looked up at the top of their heads at this moment, then twisted their necks as the thing in the sky changed direction, and finally looked at Downey's position.

The next moment, something, or someone, fell heavily on the solid line of the road next to Downey's window. The huge force stepped on the ground to create cobweb-like cracks, and the gravel splashed on the glass, making a fine sound.

In a louder exclamation than before, through the closed car window.

Donnie saw the man stand up.

The warm brown eyes suddenly shrank.

He felt that he didn't need the Wakanda King's assistant to organize any words, because it was in front of him.

——Standing a man who looks like Iron Man.

Blue tin cans.

"We have a new mission?"

In the Avengers Building, Natasha stood up from the sofa as she watched the siren suddenly light up.

"It's AIM." The captain came in from outside the hall, his shield on his back. "They invaded Brooklyn and took all the innocent people in the entire Central Bank as hostages."

Patton, who was sitting on the sofa, touched the bow he had just repaired yesterday, and put on his quiver helplessly: "To be honest, I don't expect any vacation anymore, but at least can you give me two more hours? My name is The takeaway has just arrived."

Steve pressed the communicator next to his ear, and after a few seconds his expression became serious: "Agent Hill said that their explosion-proof vehicle is equipped with Lucian fangs."

"Lucien Fang?" Black Widow frowned. "You mean the modified Remington that Stark Industries just completed the experiment last month, which can be filled with liquid compressed coulomb explosives?"

Barton groaned: "Wouldn't it be possible for a cannon to blow even Saul away?"

Thor, who just rushed to the hall, heard this sentence, and his warlike expression was full of dissatisfaction: "The son of Odin will not be hammered by something from the earth—"

Before the words could be uttered, a golden-red shadow rushed out of the workshop at an extremely fast speed, and slammed into Sol's face with a bang, and was knocked out of the open glass of the alliance hall with the huge force. outside.

Then a sledgehammer flew out, and a few seconds later, Thor swung his hammer into the air, with an expression on his face that hadn't recovered from the fact that he was blown away by something: "What was that just now?" thing?"

The black widow looked towards the horizon where the shadow disappeared just now: "If I'm not mistaken——"

"The one just now was the deployment box of the Mark VII."

In the hall, apart from Bruce Banner who was still in the research room, the other three Avengers looked at each other.

All three saw the same message from each other's eyes, about the leader of the alliance they had just been devolved to.

Tony Stark.

Barton pressed the display screen on the coffee table, dragged out the virtual remote control inside, turned on the light-screen TV in the hall, and tuned to the 24-hour live news channel.

Sure enough, relevant news was broadcast on it.

The location is at the intersection of Broadway 42nd Street and Times Square. In the camera, there are crowds of people swarming around the scene of the accident. The sound of glass being smashed inside can be vaguely heard, followed by exclamations from the onlookers. After entering the crowd.

The Avengers see.

Crossroads in Times Square, New York.

A car was blasted to the side of the road with the door completely torn open.

A blue and white Iron Man grabs "Tony Stark" by the neck and throws him hard to the ground.

The author has something to say:

Shadow version of Ni: Why are you wearing a little pepper suit?

Downey: You are so flirtatious

Manga Ni: ...

Later, I want to write about the disco armor, the gamma armor, and write it in seven colors, so that the rainbow tin can debut in place (no)