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

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Captain America's run into a wall in North Brooklyn was expected by Downey, and it's a good thing that Tony Stark's refusal to join the Avengers is complicated enough.

After all, no one knows whether his temper will make the already tense situation even more tense.

"Actually—"

In the lobby of the Avengers, the captain who had just finished his morning jog was sitting on the sofa, wearing a rare uniform, and his face was full of puzzles that he couldn't understand until now in retrospect: "The situation at the time was that I only said A hello, and he slammed the door."

During the breakfast time of the Avengers, there were five breakfasts on the table, and Barton, who was sitting on the opposite sofa and playing Super League of Legends, did not lift his head: "This is already yesterday, Captain."

"And obviously he is very concerned about this." Dr. Banner, who was arranging the Hydra materials in front of the coffee table, laughed, "After all, except for Tony, it seems that even Nick Fury has not thrown the door of Captain America."

Button's face wrinkled: "You make Nick Fury look like some kind of big shot, doctor." After he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the Black Widow who had finished training and walked into the hall, and immediately turned off the game on his phone to greet Natasha. waved, "Hey, good morning, nat."

Black Widow nodded, and looked around the hall: "Has Sol not come back yet?"

Barton moved his butt towards Dr. Banner's, leaving half of the seat on the sofa, and his sitting posture slumped on the sofa instantly became straight: "Didn't he say that he is still holding his celebration party in Asgard?"

Natasha frowned: "It won't take as long as four days to hold a celebration party."

She glanced at the sofa as she spoke, and after seeing the vacant seat and Barton's smiling face, she paused for a moment, then sat on the single sofa next to the captain: "He said before he went that he could come back yesterday, but the communicator never I haven't been able to contact him since yesterday."

Dr. Banner looked at Barton's expression, patted him on the shoulder calmly, and then looked at Natasha: "You mean something happened to Asgard?"

"At this time." Natasha picked up the breakfast on the coffee table, "This is not good news."

Obviously, everyone knows that the situation in front of them is serious, and it is serious because——

No one even knew how serious the consequences were when it happened.

No one thought that the Avengers would be forced to face such a cosmic problem when it was established less than a month ago without any room for gradual growth and adaptation.

The captain took a bite of the sandwich with a serious expression. After checking the quantity of breakfast, he said belatedly, "Where's Tony?"

Dr. Banner: "He went to find his little fan."

Barton, who was sitting next to the doctor, moved his butt back to the position just now: "I heard that he spent two days designing a brand new suit for the little Spider-Man in Queens, and he showed it to me in the morning. For a moment, I also asked me some opinions on appearance.”

Natasha glanced at Barton hesitantly: "So what advice did you give?"

Barton: "I think he could spray his suit purple all over."

Dr. Banner glanced at the purple grid bodysuit under Hawkeye's black coat: "...he adopted it?"

Barton grabbed a handful of hair: "Then he painted the armor black and red while complimenting my bold color scheme."

Natasha slowly swallowed the breakfast in her mouth: "Let him go, leave purple to you alone, no one wants to see a purple spider swinging around Wall Street."

Barton gently pulled the purple tights on his chest, and just about to say something, Captain America on the other side of the sofa stood up.

"Today I will go to Nick Fury to ask for a new list. Natasha, please try again and see if you can contact Saul. I remember that SHIELD also made one at Heimdall just in case. Set up a communication system, we don’t have much time left.”

The look in those beautiful light-colored eyes was firm: "No matter what, we must protect this place."

As soon as the captain finished speaking, a piercing alarm sounded from the alliance.

The voice of the smart butler sounded the moment after the siren sounded: "Alarm, siren, there is a riot in Harlem, and the regional police department is requesting support."

The Avengers in the hall stood up at the same time. Barton immediately adjusted the TV station on the virtual screen to the satellite monitoring reception channel dedicated to Stark Enterprise. On the light screen, an armored vehicle disguised as a cash truck was shot by the latest Tucker's intelligent patrol and security checks were discovered, and the bridge leading to the outskirts of Harlem was immediately blocked. The thugs in New York police uniforms could only hold a few Harlem citizens hostage, and drove armored vehicles in Harlem. Rampage all the way in downtown Mu.

The blond captain frowned. As long as they were still in Manhattan, such emergencies would happen all the time. Steve, who was already used to this rhythm, was about to change his schedule when the virtual light screen on the coffee table lit up. stand up.

"Don't be nervous, captain, those are just a small unit under Jin Bin's command. If my scan results are correct, the car should only contain some small ammunition."

In the light screen, Downey, wearing gradient sunglasses, looks at the camera. From the background behind him, he should be sitting in the back seat of a sports car. Outside the closed window is a dense flow of people and a yellow apartment building. Hanging a row of characters - Queens.

"I'll take care of this, and you can deal with your own affairs." Downey said, and glanced at Dr. Banner across the screen, "You don't need to order takeaway at noon, doctor, I just saw a new restaurant on Broadway. I opened a barbecue restaurant, and I can take a few copies back after finishing the business here."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and added: "If there is time."

After finishing speaking, Downey turned off the video communication, and the car restarted after the green light turned on, heading towards the direction of the Brooklyn Bridge.

On the watch was a light screen with two flashing red dots, one in Harlem and one in the Bronx.A high-profile rampage grabs everyone's attention, and a low-key one disguised as a regular cargo van arrives at a New York pier.

Nick Fury's evaluation of Jin Bing is vividly reflected at this time. He is arrogant and always feels that his plan is foolproof and likes to play some clever tricks. He always thinks that the clothes are perfect and no one will find out.

Downey turned off the light screen, and the car stopped after passing the Bronx Bridge. A black and golden light could be vaguely seen breaking through the clouds in the sky. Yes, the voice of a 15-year-old high school student.

"S, Mr. Stark!"

The thrusters under Mark 20’s feet kicked up dust, and stopped in front of Downey with the sound of heavy metal falling to the ground. A man in ordinary clothes and sunglasses walked into the armor amidst the exclamations of passers-by and the shutter sound of frantically taking out his mobile phone. Inside, then, the metal visor closed.

Downey looked at the bright blue light screen in front of him: "Are you still used to the new suit?"

Peter Parker: "Not used to it, scalp a bit tight - no I mean, I'm not saying it's bad, it's cool Mr. Stark, in every way, and I've never seen Such a strange metallic material, I mean—”

"...I'll explain this to you later."

The black-and-gold armor propeller brake was turned to the maximum, Downey looked at the approaching New York pier: "Remember that Harlem is not the main enemy, you just need to stop them and then after I finish solving the matter here Wait for me to pass, I will as soon as possible, and there."

"be careful."

It is easy for the Mark 20, which is driven at the maximum speed, to catch up with a disguised van with a limited speed. The Viper bomb on the shoulder plate of the steel armor popped out. After closing the explosion valve, the bullet the size of a fingernail pierced the van precisely. tyres, the van was pulled over before reaching the security checkpoint at the New York Pier.

Then, the black and gold steel armor stopped next to the driver's seat of the van.Downey flexed his fingers and tapped on the car window. After waiting for a while, there was no response, so he stretched out his index finger, and the round steel gloved fingertips emitted tiny yellow rays that were exactly the same color as the beam of light.

The ray drew a circle the size of a face plate on the car window. Downey flicked it with his fingers, and the circle of glass fell down, revealing two panicked faces and two black holed muzzles.

However, Jin Bin's men in the driver's seat didn't even have time to pull the trigger. The black and gold tin can reached in and held the barrels of their rifles. made an L shape.

After finishing all this, Downey opened the driver's door from the inside with his backhand.

"Get out of the car and talk?"

In the car, Jin Bin, who had never thought that they would be discovered so quickly, looked at the black and gold metal armor in front of him, and the person in the back seat directly pulled the trigger, and the bullet hit the metal helmet, and there was a crisp three-thud sound. After the bang, not even a bullet mark was left on it.

"Ok."

Donnie glanced around the car, and then.

Under the horrified gaze of Jin Bin's men, he directly locked the other three doors, then squeezed the driver onto the pusher of the automatic transmission, and sat in the driver's seat by himself.

"I can get in the car and talk."

the other side.

The extremely resilient spider web carried the little Spider-Man swinging from building to building, and all New Yorkers found out on this day.

What Spider-Man is wearing today is finally no longer the blue jacket and red trousers that are simply stitched together and then matched with a swimming cap and goggles.

The ear communicator was Downey's last words after hanging up: "Be safe."

--be safe.

——Please leave it to us to protect others.

——My purpose of making this set of armor is not to let you charge into battle, my purpose is just to let it protect you.

Peter Parker looked at the building he had last swung to, the reflection of his latest battle uniform in the one-way glass.

Peter Parker: "Whoa-!"

He stopped on the roof of the building, and couldn't help but touch his new suit made of all metal, which was perfect in terms of shape and color matching: "It's so, so cool!"

At this time, the voice of the smart housekeeper came from the communicator: "Jin Bing's men are in the middle of Fifth Avenue, pay attention to the four hostages in their car."

Peter Parker froze for a moment after hearing Lao Jia's voice: "Has the matter with Mr. Stark been dealt with?"

Smart butler: "Not yet, but until Sir's second smart butler system is manufactured, I will be in charge of the daily maintenance of your armor."

All Peter Parker could say was, "Cool—!"

Fifth Avenue in Harlem.

An armored vehicle was rampaging on the road, and the armored vehicle was chasing five police cars honking their horns. The blast bombs on the roof of the police cars had already been extended, but until now the chief of the police station has not given the order to fire.

"Sir, there is a residential area ahead!"

"Damn, what about support?!"

"There is still 30 seconds left for the air support to arrive, but—no one dares to fire!"

The officer of the riot squad looked at the faces of the five innocent hostages in the window of the armored vehicle in front which had been opened halfway, and slammed the steering wheel: "So many snipers can't even aim at the tires!"

"Those are Stark Enterprise tires. Regular-sized bullets won't be able to pierce the outer protective layer at all, sir!"

The riot squad officer's expression was distorted: "No one told me Tony Stark still sells tires!"

Deputy: "They actually give restaurants star ratings!"

Riot Squad Officer: "That's not the point! Find a way to stop them!"

The armored vehicle directly ran into a police car that was trying to stop it, and the glass of the rear seat opened a gap after passing through the red light. What exploded after a long delay was not flames, but thick smoke.

——This is even more difficult to deal with than throwing explosives directly.

Deputy: "We're out of sight, sir!"

After the car of the riot squad officer rushed into the smoke, it collided with the police car in front of it. The officer slammed the steering wheel again, and finally gave up this mission: "Help S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers!"

Deputy: "Already called the helpline, sir!"

Riot Squad Officer: "When will they arrive!"

Deputy: "The line is busy, sir!"

Officer of the riot squad: "Don't you dial the inside line directly! Are you a pig!"

Deputy: "I didn't call inside—wait."

In the police car that was located closer to the deputy of the armored car, the officer of the riot squad heard a sudden burst of gunfire through a good radio contact device.

The heart of the riot squad officer rose to his throat: "What happened?"

Deputy: "Helper, the helper is here, sir!"

In the smoke that filled the entire street and gradually dissipated, there were blue lasers and the flames of the gun barrels when the bullets were fired, and the mobs could be vaguely heard cursing, followed by the tires of the armored vehicles when they braked suddenly. The sound of scratching.

In the gradually dissipating smoke, the deputy saw a red and black figure hanging upside down on the roof of the armored vehicle. He smashed the window glass of the driver's seat with a punch. After the armored vehicle successfully braked.

The deputy saw the man hanging upside down on the armored vehicle and threw a steering wheel out.

The red steel battle armor has slender and smooth lines, its limbs are cobweb-like black lines, and its chest is a black spider.

Deputy: "It's Spider-Man! Sir!"

In the armored vehicle, Jin Bing's subordinates were taken away from the steering wheel without any precautions before they could react for several seconds. He glanced out the window, and the spider face hanging upside down on the roof of the armored vehicle even reached out to follow him after receiving his sight. He said hello.

"Hey, sir, good afternoon, today is the weekend, don't you think about taking a break? I mean, should we get out of the car and talk? Or I can get in the car."

Answering Peter Parker was the thug in the co-pilot's seat who then raised his fist with a big bazooka muzzle.

Peter Parker froze for a moment: "Can't we be more polite to each other?"

The thug cursed and pulled the trigger.The fish-shaped bazooka rushed out of the muzzle in an instant, blowing Peter Parker out.

There were more and more rapid beeps on the huge bomb, and Peter Parker glanced at the roadside commissary that was getting closer behind him: "I can't let it blow up on the street!"

Smart housekeeper: "Start the steering function."

In the next moment, the emergency braking device on the back of the new battle suit popped up, and the device emitted flames downwards. Its limbs spread thin spider web-like wings, and with a huge momentum, the super bomb held by Peter Parker's chest flew up at a right angle. sky.

Peter Parker let go of the bomb after it changed lanes. The braking device behind him allowed him to hover briefly in mid-air. He looked up and watched the bomb explode into a huge firework in mid-air on Fifth Avenue in Harlem. Can't help sighing.

"cool!"

Riot Captain: "Spider-Man can't fly, that's obviously Iron Man."

The deputy identified it carefully: "It's Spider-Man."

The thrusters of the braking device were automatically turned off, and Peter Parker shot out a spider web and stopped in the rear cabin of the armored vehicle again. This time, the surrounding smoke completely dissipated, and everyone could clearly see that behind the metallic battle armor, there was a trail spreading to both sides. On the shoulder blades, a distinctive black spider pattern.

Riot Officer: "Okay, it's Spider-Man."

Peter Parker, who was parked in the rear compartment of the armored vehicle, directly pushed the hatch up with one hand. This time, he didn't give those thugs a chance to make a move. The cobwebs in his hand directly stuck their hands to the seats.

He looked at the boxes of small munitions in the hatch, and crossed his arms after the hostages in the back cabin got out of the car: "Am I overfulfilling the task? After all, Mr. Stark just asked me to stop them. Today It's my first time performing a group mission, and I have to make a good impression on Mr. Stark."

After Peter Parker finished speaking, he looked at the last hostage who was still parked in the cabin and was dressed in ordinary clothes: "Aren't you leaving?"

After finishing speaking, Peter Parker's expression froze as if he immediately realized something was wrong.

He turned around and glanced at the hostages who had parked in front of the police car: "Five hostages—" he counted carefully, "One, two, three, four, five—"

Then he looked at the one in the carriage again: "Are you the sixth?"

The sixth "hostage" smiled, and then, before Peter Parker could fully react—

He pressed the automatic unloading button behind the car, and the bombs piled up in boxes were immediately thrown out by the conveyor belt like running water.

Before being submerged in the sea of ​​bombs, Peter Parker had only one reaction in his mind.

--Ruined!

After pressing the button, the only thug in normal uniform took out a laser knife from his waist and cut off the spider webs on the hands of his companions, then abandoned the car and fled.

The entire Fifth Avenue is divided by the armored vehicle, which is submerged by the sea of ​​bombs to form a clear dividing line. Peter Parker was buried in piles of bombs, with only one head sticking out. He was afraid that any collision would cause these bombs to explode in succession. Not even daring to move.

The police behind him were afraid to step forward because of the sea of ​​bombs. Peter Parker could only watch helplessly as the thugs ran farther and farther away.Just when Peter Parker thought it was bad enough—

He saw the uniformed thug turn abruptly, then laugh and pull a small pistol from his pocket.

Do not--

No no no——!

Are they trying to blow up the whole street?They were clearly able to escape!Why can the human heart be so sinister!

If they knew—

He's just a high school student!He is not trained!Swinging from building to building is all thanks to his talent!The ability to fight gangsters depends on his special ability!

No one told him how to solve the situation at hand!

Peter Parker's mind went blank, he could only watch as the thug pulled the safety catch of the pistol, and then moved in his direction.

It's over, it's over, it's over.

- Pull the trigger.

He screwed everything up!

Peter Parker thought so, and didn't even have time to close his eyes.But the next moment.

A golden beam of light exploded at the mob's feet before the mob pulled the trigger. The mob lost his focus and fired a shot into the sky.After the gunshot, the black and gold mecha stopped in front of the other four thugs who were still fleeing.He raised his hand, and the palm cannon in his hand emitted a dazzling light.

The four thugs stopped almost immediately, and were captured and ambushed by the air force that landed later.

The Mark 20 stopped in the sea of ​​bombs, or stopped in front of Spider-Man, the wave frequency jammer on the arm was activated, and after the red light scanned, the beeping of the bombs stopped.

Peter Parker was still sitting there: "I, can I get up?"

The smart butler next to his ear said: "The crisis is over, Mr. Parker."

Peter Parker then carefully removed the bomb on his body and stood up again. He jumped to the side of Mark 20 in a few steps

"Mr. Stark, you came too timely!" If the situation allowed him to take off his hood, Peter Parker felt that his face would be flushed with excitement now, "You don't know how tense the situation was just now, and your suit of armor is also It’s amazing. Just now when their rockets hit me, the appearance of the armor was not deformed at all, and even the bullet marks disappeared by themselves. This is your new invention code? An evolved version of Nitinol? But Nitinol’s defense Sex doesn't come up to that level, I mean—uh."

After Peter Parker watched the metal mask slowly open, the strange face inside—in fact, it wasn't so strange, at least he had seen a face before.

Peter Parker: "H-How are you?"

Tony Stark glanced at Peter Parker, to be precise, at the armor on his body, frowned and did not speak.

Little Spider-Man, who was so excited just now that he was almost dancing, suddenly became cautious. He didn't want to say that his spider sense suddenly reacted after seeing that face, but the fact is.

He felt that his hairs must be standing on end by now.

Peter Parker took a step back slowly, and after a brief, awkward silence, he randomly picked up a topic: "Your suit, your suit of armor was also made by Mr. Stark for you?"

and also?

Tony Stark looked at the 15-year-old high school student with an immature voice in front of him, his voice was low and unable to detect emotion: "He gave you this set?"

As soon as this Peter Parker is mentioned, there is something to say: "Yes, sir! This armor is so amazing, I feel that I can't talk about it for three days and three nights! But-"

"Peter."

A familiar voice behind him interrupted the chatter of the little high school student. Peter Parker turned around and saw the second Mark 20 landed on the other side of the bomb sea. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Tony Stark in front of him, and then A glance at Downey across the sea of ​​bombs.

"Goodbye, sir, and see you next time."

Little Spider-Man politely saluted Tony Stark with a substandard salute, then swung across the sea of ​​bombs without hesitation and stopped in front of Downey precisely: "Mr. Stark!"

Downey immediately held Peter Parker's shoulder and watched the little high school student from beginning to end. After confirming his safety, he patted him on the shoulder encouragingly: "Good job."

Little Spider-Man was a little embarrassed: "It's nothing, Mr. Stark, if it wasn't for your friend's help, I would have messed up everything."

Donnie paused for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at the opposite side.

The two are separated by a sea of ​​bombs.

Almost subconsciously, Tony Stark reached out and buttoned his mask the moment Downey looked over.

The eyes of the two were separated by two metal armors. Not to mention the communication in the eyes, they couldn't even see each other's expressions clearly.

Downey pursed his lips and looked back: "I will find out what happened here when I go back, and I will ask the captain to customize a new training plan for you, but it's still the same sentence, everything is about your safety, The situation is not serious enough to send a high school student to save the world, understand?"

Little Spider-Man: "Got it, sir!"

As the two spoke, they turned and walked towards the car parked not far away, behind them.

Friday: "Your next scene is about to start filming, Sir."

Tony Stark stood there without speaking.

Friday: "What are you waiting for?"

The man looked at the backs of the two who were drifting away. Little Spider-Man looked at Downey excitedly all the way, gesticulating and saying something in his hands. Tony Stark knew the other party's true identity very well. He knew that it was also a future As an adult genius, he and Downey probably have a lot in common, and Downey didn't look back until the two got into the car.

Tony Stark couldn't help frowning.

Friday suddenly realized: "Did you think he would praise you like Spider-Man?"

Tony Stark: "...I didn't."

Friday: "Wake up, Sir, he's a 15-year-old high school student, and you're 30."

Tony Stark: "Mute."

Friday: "..."

Lao Jia received Friday's contact request during the daily maintenance of the Mark 20 and the brand-new spider armor.

The artificial intelligence brain that was created after him used a mechanical tone that seemed to have violated the artificial intelligence brain, and even complained to him with a little distress.

Friday: "Jarvis, I'm really having a hard time."

Old Jia: "..."