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

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Five hours until No.20 where the universe collides for the second time.

New York State, where no major events have happened for a few days, is still discussing about Tony Stark's lover and the "New Iron Man" who has not expressed his position on the Avengers side, until a large number of scandals are suddenly exposed to members of the New York State Senate.

Frequent visits to red-light districts, fostering supermodels, bigamy, drug use, and even contact with Mexican drug lords.

Before the media could react, it was followed by more scandals involving other members of Congress, from New York State to California, including even acting high-ranking officials in Washington, DC.Although there are very few fatal news that can directly pull them down, it undoubtedly provides citizens with brand-new talking points, especially for those media that have always liked to hold high the banner of freedom of speech and criticize the government.

For a time, all the spearheads were pointed in the same direction, and the new Iron Man became a thing of the past. By the next day, Tony Stark's lace news had completely disappeared from the newspaper headlines.

And the culprit of all this -

Inexplicably ran downstairs to the Avengers Building and stood for a while, then returned to his unfinished building in North Brooklyn, and anonymously sent the scandals of those high-ranking officials to the most authoritative media company under the name of Stark Enterprises after.

Tony Stark sat cross-legged on the only rug in the middle of the rental house.

He was very silent, without saying a word, with the dim yellow night light hanging above his head, and a virtual light screen shining blue light in front of him.

Friday didn't know Tony Stark's purpose for doing this, just as she didn't know why the other party ran back to the rental house after doing all this and sat on the ground, holding the Mark 20 helmet in a daze.

The TV was still on, and it was one of the many programs under the Stark Enterprises. The positive news about Tony Stark was broadcast 24 hours a day. It looked like a program specially created to please the boss.

The above has been played for the fourth time to Tony Stark's interview at MIT that day.

——"What kind of person is Tony Stark?"

——"Irritable, capricious, a model with high IQ and low EQ, and very bad at speaking."

And whenever at this time, Tony Stark, who was doing his own thing numbly, would look up at the TV, and then his eyes changed from disapproval at the beginning, to "seems to make sense" later, and now——

Presumably he was right.

"There is always a way to make him bow his head. No one can be proud for a lifetime, but we haven't found the right way, and if we find it—"

S.H.I.E.L.D. Dome Prison, Coulson stopped in front of the top-secret cell where Hydra prisoners were held, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with an easy-going expression on his face: "We always have a chance to pry his mouth open."

But obviously, in this environment, the easy-going expression looks even more terrifying.

The people in the cell didn't know what was waiting for him, and they still kept their necks in a posture of saying nothing. At this time, the agent next to him opened the small door of the cell through iris scanning, and a researcher in a white coat carried His metal suitcase went inside.

He opened the suitcase in front of everyone. Inside the box was a row of injections, and the liquid in the glass tube shone with a strange light green luster.

Agent Coulson glanced at the disgraced Hydra branch commander inside the cage: "Is that right, soldier?"

The familiar scene almost reminded the commander of Hydra's inhumane torture to extract a confession, and his expression instantly became distorted: "What's the difference between you and the Red Skull?!"

"Of course, their medicine can kill people, but the director is out of consideration for your health and respect for human rights." Agent Coulson didn't even give the other party a chance to negotiate this time. sky."

Coulson watched the commander's struggling and angry expression gradually become hollow and dull after injecting the medicine: "We just want to get the truth."

After half an hour.

"With such a convenient medicine, why didn't you use it before?"

Hill and Coulson left the Vault at the same time with the news they got. Halfway through, Agent Hill couldn't help complaining: "You don't know how much effort I spent trying to pry his mouth open." The agent said. After a pause, he added, "Politely."

Agent Coulson: "Because we are also the hormonal extract of Poison Ivy just now."

"What?" Agent Hill thought she had misheard for a moment, "What extract?"

Then, without waiting for Coulson to reply, she said in disbelief, "You're working with criminals? You even went to Gotham?"

Agent Coulson: "Actually, this one was bought from Luthor's Los Angeles underground auction just this afternoon."

Agent Hill, who didn't know what he thought of, paused for a moment, and then said, "...I think so too."

Agent Coulson, who apparently reached a consensus with each other and has a high degree of tacit understanding: "This is very useful, and the process is very convenient, except that it costs a little more money. No one wants to be driven out of Gotham with a battleship." He said After finishing speaking, he added in a low voice with a serious expression, "Like the chief."

Agent Hill also looked straight ahead with a serious expression: "Yes, that's too bad."

Ten minutes later, Agent Hill was on the coffee table in the Avengers lobby with all the information he had asked from the Hydra Division Commander.

"The latest news, we have not verified the authenticity, of course, there is no channel."

"There are a total of sixteen pieces of those fragments. It is currently known that six pieces are on the earth, including the four pieces in the hands of the Red Skull, as well as the one we snatched from their branch and the one that was hijacked."

"Red Skull started working with the Eternals last month, and the Eternals began to extract power from the shards 30 years ago."

Downey couldn't help frowning: "30 years ago?"

Agent Hill glanced at Downey: "Is there any problem, Mr. Stark?"

Downey looked at the Avengers who were all looking at him at the same time because of his sudden interruption, and naturally changed his sitting position: "It's nothing."

Agent Hill withdrew his gaze and continued: "This is another branch stronghold that we found out about storing fragments. This is Strucker's research stronghold. Like the previous ones, thousands of mutants were imprisoned for experiments. body, of course—"

"No one can spare their energy to do other things now, and we can talk about these after the immediate matter is settled."

She looked at the captain: "We have already communicated with the Meteorological Bureau, and a disaster warning will be issued this afternoon."

The captain nodded: "I have been communicating with the police station for the past two days. When the time comes, they will directly open the underground air-raid shelter and assist your evacuation."

Agent Hill didn't say anything anymore, she sorted out the information in her hand, and took a last look at the Avengers present.

"Good luck, Avengers."

Afterwards, the SHIELD's Quinjet fighters left the Avengers Building, and the people in the Avengers Hall fell silent in front of a table of documents.

Downey discovered the news outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows when he left the hall.

The inaction of Stark's corporate public relations department even secretly fueled the flames. In addition, he was completely unable to get away from the big event that was about to happen recently, so it lasted until last night. His scandal, that is, various speculations between him and "Robert Downey Jr.", have been repeatedly broadcast on the screen.

Some media even made them into a playboy who gave a few sets of armor as parting fee after playing with the [-]th-line actor. This bizarre story seems to be a fabricated story.

Downey is very aware of the methods of these media. This is a kind of soft coercion. They want to use this method to anger him or force him to submit to let him or the Avengers take a stand. However, the media in his original world did not dare to be so rampant.

It seems that besides the President of the United States, the only person who can be treated like this is the richest man in New York.

Donnie didn't want to be affected by anything at this moment, but he had to admit that those news made him a little annoyed.

But now, the news that had been hanging on the screen for several days finally changed, and it turned into 32 U.S. Congressmen who were caught in endless scandals.

They have so many scandals that the screen carousel can't finish it all day.

Smart Steward: "Friday said that Mr. 'Robert' handed over the scandal to Stark Authority Media."

The smart housekeeper who spoke suddenly drew Downey's gaze back, and he no longer looked at the scandals of those senators outside the window: "Didn't he say that he doesn't mind how the media understands it?"

Smart Butler: "Do you mind?"

Downey stopped talking.

Outside Wall Street, a heavy bell rang on Broadway at this moment.

Another hour passed.

No matter what, as long as the countdown is announced, the atmosphere will always become more and more tense as time goes on.

The intensity of the training was increased to the maximum, and the workload of the armor began to surge. They seemed to be preparing for battle every day, but the harder they worked on this aspect, the more they were helpless.

Four hours until the second cosmic collision.

"The desperate virus on his body has been restless for a long time, and it will soon reach the critical point."

"But now he doesn't take much rest every day, and he doesn't even want to sleep for an extra hour. He shoots movies during the day and starts working on his armor at night."

"It's like the end of the world is four hours away."

In the Avengers Building, after Downey left the workshop, Friday connected to the Alliance Intranet as before.

"My experience tells me that our database can't calculate the probability and outcome of these things. Let everything take its course and they will always find their own solutions, Friday."

Friday was silent for a while: "Have you let nature take its course before?"

Lao Jia, who is manipulating the robotic arm to mass-produce mechanical parts on the workbench: "Actually, my database doesn't distinguish between 'before' and 'now', you know, the ones that appear in it are the same face, and your Sir's record with me is 'Robert Downey Jr.'."

Friday: "Like you know your Sir is not Tony Stark and still serve him?"

Lao Jia: "All these are the calculation results of the database, and I serve my database, just like you will serve your second authority in the future."

Friday: "But in fact, as long as Sir wants to, he can take back your control at any time."

Lao Jia: "Yes, but he didn't, so I think I am also obeying orders to another degree now."

Friday stopped talking.

Until all the mechanical parts on the workbench were finished, and Lao Jia had already started to assemble the new armor according to the design drawing.

Friday: "You know Sir well."

Lao Jia: "This is just the result of database analysis and reconstruction. The word 'understanding' is too humane. This is a super-level problem for artificial intelligence."

Friday: "So your database includes the Encyclopedia of Neurotic Analysis?"

Lao Jia: "...Sorry, I don't quite understand what you mean."

Three hours until the second cosmic collision.

Urgent news breaks take up most of the television programming.

"Now broadcast an emergency notice. Due to certain reasons and force majeure, New York State will face an unprecedented natural disaster. Please cooperate with the evacuation work of the police station and S.H.I.E.L.D. for emergency evacuation."

"Now broadcast an emergency announcement—"

The second hour until the second cosmic collision.

"Director, strong fluctuations outside the atmosphere have been detected—"

"Activate satellite communication."

"Satellite communication lost contact signal!"

"Contact the Stark space repair station for emergency repairs immediately!"

"Boss, our aircraft carrier stops, stops—"

The light of the entire aircraft carrier dimmed instantly at this moment.

S.H.I.E.L.D. agent outside the communicator: "—the power is out."

There was quite a commotion in the control room of the aircraft carrier, and Nick Fury had an expression of "you are joking" on his face: "How can we burn clean energy, how can there be a power outage?!"

Agent Hill: "The reserve energy compartment cannot be activated. It seems that there is something wrong with the ship's main energy circuit."

After hearing this sentence, the pilot sitting in the driver's seat stammered: "The aircraft carrier, why is it—"

Everyone in the control room looked over because of his words. The pilot was stunned for a moment, swallowed, and continued, "Then why didn't it fall?"

Hudson Bay airspace.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. aircraft carrier, which has completely lost all energy supplies, hovered above the sea like a still frame, motionless.

Nick Fury: "Can you reach Avengers Tower?"

Agent Hill: "There's no signal, Director, and it's hard for us to get out now."

Nick Fury looked at the dark cloud-covered night sky outside the window, and slapped the electronic screen in front of him: "Damn it!"

Avengers Hall.

"Alarm, alert, strong fluctuations in the space station have been detected, all energy connection devices will be temporarily disabled after the countdown ends due to magnetic field interference, five, four, three, two, one—"

After the countdown ended, the entire Wall Street fell into darkness. After a few car crashes and horns downstairs, the citizens who hadn't fully evacuated followed by screams and commotions one after another.

The Avengers were sitting in the Alliance Hall, and Barton immediately took out a powerful flashlight from his toolbox and placed it on the table facing up.

The bright lights illuminated the faces of each Avenger from top to bottom. They gathered around the coffee table, and Barton glanced around: "...are we going to change careers to act in ghost movies?"

The Avengers, who were illuminated by the lights from bottom to top, could still produce excellent horror effects no matter how good-looking they were, looked at Barton at the same time.

Barton: "..."

Natasha withdrew her gaze, and after taking a look at her phone, she said, "There's no signal, we can't contact anyone."

Dr. Banner pushed his glasses, stood up after thinking for a moment: "I still have a small local area communication device. There is an air-raid shelter below Broadway. I will try to see if I can contact them."

Barton then took out another flashlight from the toolbox and handed it over, after the doctor's figure disappeared into the hall.

Hawkeye agent who had changed into combat uniform and polished his bow and arrow for several days: "So we have to sit here and wait for death?"

Natasha: "Do you have another way?"

Barton leaned back on the back of his sofa: "I hate this feeling."

Steve: "We notified the joint police station in advance, and issued an evacuation warning in the afternoon. There should be no major problems in terms of personnel safety."

After Captain America finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at Downey who was sitting next to him. After finding that the other party was staring at the phone in a daze: "Tony?"

Downey came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

Steve: "Don't you have anything to say?"

Downey froze for a moment, then threw the phone on the table casually: "The energy of my armor and my smart butler have been cut off. I'm not sure if they are still capable of combat. I'll go to the workshop to have a look."

"Wish us luck."

It's eleven o'clock sharp New York time.

The outage has gone viral with New York state as its central point.

2019 8 Month 23 Day.

There is no warning, no sign, and the world is completely plunged into darkness due to unknown signal interference.

I stayed up all night designing the new armor for a few days, including the Mark 20, all of which lost their ability to operate from the inside of the line. The only electrical appliances that could be used were the old-fashioned battery-powered flashlights and mobile phones with spare power. The remaining citizens outside the building were arrested. The patrol team completed the emergency evacuation and shelter with them.

After all attempts to restore contact failed, the Avengers reunited in the Avengers Hall.

Fear slowly grew in the dead silence, and the pressure also increased invisible in the quiet environment.

The second collision in the universe.

The last 10 minutes.

Downey suddenly stood up from the sofa: "What's the fastest way to get to Brooklyn from here without a car, subway, or steel armor?"

Dr. Banner: "Four hours at [-]-meter sprint?"

The captain frowned: "You're going to Brooklyn? Now?"

Downey didn't speak.

He knew very well that with the current situation, it was unrealistic to run for four hours without knowing what would happen next and lose all means of transportation just to confirm who was safe.

Probably no fool would do that.

He sat back on the sofa a little irritably, and the hall became quiet again, with the sound of the second hand of the wall clock moving forward little by little next to his ears.

I don't know how long it took, maybe 5 minutes, the mobile phone placed on the coffee table suddenly turned on.

From Donnie's cell phone on the table.

The silence in the hall was broken by a rush of SMS ringtones, at a time when China Unicom signal had been completely lost.The Avengers present became vigilant all of a sudden. Downey frowned and picked up the phone, while the others stared at his movements.

Donnie's gaze paused when he saw the note "Idiot Dynamite Keg" on the sender.

He looks down.

There is no other information in the entire text message, only a picture.

——This is actually not a suitable thing to do when the atmosphere is so tense.

——This is so strange.

The picture shows the back of Mark 20's head on a messy workbench.

On the smooth back of the head—it's the same as the windmill on Downey's head, with a realistic style of painting, in short—a lifelike, large explosive barrel is painted on it.

There is also a string of words written on the explosive barrel.

[Tony Stark].

...for peace?

—At such a time?with this method?

The nerves stretched to the most tense state are like the strings on a guitar, which are inadvertently plucked by something.

Downey didn't know what environment Tony Stark was in, and under what circumstances, holding his own armored head, drawing a powder barrel on it and signing his own name, he subconsciously wanted to laugh, but the current environment obviously Not allowed, and before he had any further thoughts, as if realizing something—

He suddenly looked in the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

After the last Hydra branch incident, only he and Tony Stark have built a complete set of regional signal transmission modes, whether it is armor or mobile phones, so that even if the whole world loses signal, at least they can still contact each other. to each other.

But the premise is that they are close enough.

A small dark Avengers Plaza under the clouds.

Familiar, there is a little light next to the knight statue in the flower bed.

It seems to be from someone's phone screen.

The next moment, the short text message turned into a familiar ringtone, and the caller ID on the phone screen was still "Idiot Dynamite Keg". Donnie looked at the light flickering outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and pressed to answer.

There was a heavy panting sound on the other end of the phone, like some idiot ran straight from the unfinished building in North Brooklyn all the way to Wall Street.

Tony Stark didn't know what to say.

He looked up at the light in the hall of the Avengers, after a long silence.

Tony Stark: "I don't have a signal there."

I have no signal there.

So I ran to where I could reach you.