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

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No one knows that the bald director of "Gold Medal Lawyer" received a request from Tony Stark's assistant, "Our boss invites you to the Stark Enterprises Royal Caribbean cruise dinner tonight, would you and your crew be willing to honor it?" what mood.

In New York, many people have seen Iron Man, and even accepted Iron Man's rescue, but——

Not everyone has seen Tony Stark.

So at the setting of the finale dinner, Krakowski was fortunate to hear this well-known director who has always been serious to the outside world croaking on the spot when laying the tablecloths.

Notorious arms dealers, yes, that’s right, but that’s the past tense, and to be honest, for ordinary people like them who are far away from war, except for those who are incited by the media, not everyone is so "hateful" Yes, especially no one would be poorer than this to be able to sit on the set when other people’s crews are eating, pick and choose the props of the previous movie and save them for the next one, and put all their family’s money into the filming. The house was sold and almost got married to my wife. Divorced bald directors get it.

In this money society, what does "the richest man" really mean.

And he was lucky enough to meet him on this Royal Caribbean cruise ship.

The brown-haired man in a haute couture suit was surrounded by the crowd in the middle of the dance floor, with one hand swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music, and the other holding a slender glass of champagne. The confident and dazzling smile on his face became gentle like a soft light filter.

For a director who has been in the entertainment industry, if he does not know his identity, he may mistakenly think that this is a Hollywood star from somewhere.

There is no inaccessibility as imagined, and there is no sense of superior distance. It is a kind of kindness that has nothing to do with the word down-to-earth. There is no attractive face in this world. There will be people who don't like it.

But this unique temperament will not.

For a moment, the bald director felt that even if the person in front of him did not have the halo of "the richest man", he would be very willing to strike up a few words with this person when he was free.

Not to mention that after seeing him, this person deliberately moved away from the crowd, and stopped in front of him with the attention of everyone.

"I remember you, the director of "Gold Medal Lawyer"." It was a low magnetic voice with a little smile, "I watched your previous movie, but I forgot the name, I can only say that it can win The Best Director Award is justified, there will always be people who are willing to calm down and make literary films when commercial films are flooding, and your Best Director Award is well deserved."

As Downey said, he put the champagne in his hand on the passing waiter's tray, and then extended his hand to the director.

The bald director shook the hand that Downey offered, with a flattered expression on his face: "You are too much, Mr. Stark, I hope the sound of pulling the banner and recording just now didn't disturb you, we have two actors who don't drink very well , I apologize in advance for any impoliteness."

Downey smiled and said, "No, no, of course not. Instead, I want to thank you. I hope Robert didn't cause you too much trouble on the set. You also know that he is a very good friend of mine."

Mentioning this rookie actor named "Robert Downey Jr.", especially in front of Tony Stark himself, the bald director did not hesitate to praise him at all: "No, Mr. Stark, maybe you don't know, he is simply Acting genius! I have been a director for so many years and I have never seen anyone who can improvise more vividly than him, just take the previous scene-"

The bald director kept praising the genius in his mouth, repeating those few words over and over again, until he felt a little dry, and then the richest man in front of him handed over a glass of champagne in time, the bald director reacted: "Hold, Sorry, I seem to be talking too much."

Downey smiled and said, "It's nothing."

A deeper voice came in at this moment: "What are you talking about?"

When the tall man approached, it seemed that even the light was blocked. He was holding two glasses of champagne. After seeing the director, he nodded at him, and then handed one of the glasses to Downey.

Downey took it with a smile: "I'm talking about Robert Downey Jr.." He swung his glass, "Praise you for being an acting genius."

Tony Stark watched Downey squint his eyes when he said this, and there was a little complacency in his eyes that only the two of them could understand.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he drank the wine in the glass and put it on the tray handed over by the waiter: "Thank you." After speaking, he looked at the director, "Kolakowski calls you, director."

The bald director obviously still has something to say, but he could only say: "Okay. It was a pleasure chatting with you. Mr. Stark hopes there will be another time."

Downey spread his hands, "You are always welcome."

Krakowski was at the champagne table in the next area that Ms. Lennie had specially arranged for their crew. By the time the bald director found him, his face was flushed from drinking and his eyes were blurred.

Bald Director: "You called me?"

Krakowski: "Huh?? Laila?? What's up??"

Bald director: "..."

The director did not expect this situation before it came.

The huge cruise ship banquet hall is divided into two areas by the beautiful European-style dining tables. The smaller one is specially used to hold the wrap-up banquet for the crew. The director looks over the table full of food and wine to the place he left just now. The two were still standing there.

The two people are completely different in terms of appearance and temperament, but when they stand side by side, they don't give people any sense of abruptness or incompatibility. The shorter man looks at the taller man with that familiar smile. The man, while the other party's blue eyes only focused on the champagne glass in front of him, and he was slightly lowering his head and listening to the other party's words.

They were all wearing couture suits, and honestly—

The black suit jacket and the white shirt, even though the textures are different, but no matter how they are designed, they still look similar at first glance, except that one of them is wearing a bow tie in a regular manner, and the other is not wearing a tie, casually loosening the collar of his shirt. The two buttons reveal a little muscle line on the chest.

The more you look, the more you feel——

Kolakowski, who was beside him, suddenly said in a drunken voice: "Tell me, are those rumors in the media true?"

Just as the inner guess was pointed out, the director almost jumped up, "Whatever you say indiscriminately, it must be impossible to be true!"

Krakowski opened his eyes forcefully: "Yes, yes." He hiccupped, "How could Jeff be a pervert who likes actors with unspoken rules? I-hiccup, I have known him for more than ten years gone."

Rumored by the media to be the perverted director Jeff himself who likes unspoken actors: "..."

The fast-paced modern electronic music on the dance floor slowed down halfway through the dinner and turned into a melodious Scottish ditty. The people on the dance floor changed wave after wave, and everyone was enjoying the show hosted by the richest man in New York. Hosted a Mardi Gras dinner, including the Avengers in all their costumes.

Captain America sitting on the sofa chatting with old military friends, Black Widow and Dr. Banner standing side by side at the bartending table, chatting and laughing, and watching the bartending table from the corner of the eye while shaking their bodies to the rhythm on the dance floor The Clint Barton of those two.

Everyone enjoyed the dinner in their own way, except for Tony Stark—

He stood in a place where the crowd was sparse, with his back against the wall, and his eyes moved back and forth following the focus of the crowd.

Robert Downey Jr.

He is as confident as if he was born to be the focus of the crowd.

Surrounded by people around him, he accepts all kinds of sincere and false praises with an unchanged expression. His warm brown eyes can take care of everyone, even those hypocritical faces that Tony Stark didn't want to look at in the past. Then it became pleasing to the eye.

He's good at it.

To be honest, it's not that Tony Stark can't cope with this kind of occasion. If he insists on counting, Tony Stark thinks that he has probably attended many more high-class banquets since he was a child than Robert Downey Jr., but As he grows older, after he has the right to decide things, he seldom attends these so-called banquets, and the number of banquets he has attended in recent years can be counted on five fingers.

Of course he enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by the crowd, which is probably not disliked by anyone except Colonel Steve Rogers, an American soldier who is full of freedom in the United States, but he also knows that those people do not really pursue him from the bottom of their hearts. Each has his own purpose, his heart is different, and the ingratiating expression makes Tony Stark feel very boring.

He can't be like Robert Downey Jr. No matter who talks to him, he can pretend to be listening. Perhaps this is the biggest difference between a star and the richest man.

Tony Stark looked at Robert Downey Jr. in the center of the crowd through the mountain of champagne glasses in front of him.

There seemed to be a lot of thoughts flashing through his mind, but he seemed to think of nothing at all.The Scottish ditty in the center of the dance floor came to an end, and the mechanical strap on the wrist vibrated at this moment.

The voice of the smart butler came from the ear: "Sir, the fireplace in the villa is installed, do you want Mark 5, 6, and 7 to return to the alliance first?"

Tony Stark raised his eyebrows: "Is it all done?"

Friday: "Yes, Sir, the panorama has been scanned three times, and no details have been missed."

Tony Stark: "Send the armor back."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the communication and looked at the watch strap expressionlessly for a few seconds, as if hesitating for something. After a while, the man looked up and found Downey's position again, and was about to lift his foot and walk over.

"Next we announce that the person whose name was drawn is—"

"Robert Downey Jr!"

After hearing the name, Tony and Downey were stunned at the same time, and then looked at the source of the sound in unison.

At some point in the middle of the dance floor, a temporary circular stage was set up, with a microphone on it, and the host Jimmy, who was specially invited to activate the atmosphere, held the microphone on the side of the stage: "Oh, I'm so lucky, Among hundreds of people, one of the Avengers was drawn at once. I think everyone is familiar with this name, so I invite Mr. Robert—"

There was a tidal wave of applause around the dance floor. In the chaos, no one knew who had locked Tony Stark's position. Then, the crowd in a circle looked over and automatically gave way to Tony Stark. made a way to the circular stage.

Tony Stark glanced at Downey not far away, his blue eyes filled with: "??????"

Downey couldn't help clenching his fists and coughing lightly. He politely pushed away the people around him and walked up to Tony Stark: "Singing, a must-have part of the carnival, didn't I tell you before?"

Tony Stark: "You think I'll go if I say so?"

Downey: "Why not, today is Carnival."

The applause continued, and Tony Stark felt that he could choose to turn his face and leave, but the expression of the person in front of him made his feet feel like they were nailed to the ground.

This person, who was eleven centimeters shorter than him even though he was wearing a three-centimeter-thick height-enhancing insole, almost wrote the words "go up and sing" on his face.

In fact, he doesn't really hate doing something on stage. He also often gives speeches to universities or some parliaments. This is similar in nature to singing, but the only thing he minds is: "I can't sing."

Downey looked Tony Stark straight in the eye: "No, you will."

Tony Stark: "..."

Then tell him the truth.

He really will.

Or it's not Tony Stark who can sing, but Robert Downey Jr.

He is like a blind box wrapped in layers, and you can see surprises every time you tear off a layer.

The song was chosen by Downey. The moment the soothing piano prelude played, the lights in the hall dimmed, leaving only a spotlight that was not too bright to shine on the man standing in the center of the stage.

He shaved a normal person's chestnut hair, which would probably be a reform-through-labor prisoner, but it was unexpectedly suitable for him. He was wearing a well-fitting suit with a protruding upwards from the unbuttoned buttons, and a perfectly curved Adam's apple.

No one here would deny that this is a man with a burst of hormones.

After the song's intro, like an instinct in his body was fired, Tony Stark was sure he hadn't even heard the song before, but he naturally held the microphone.

——The moment the deep voice sounded, he wasn't even sure whether it was him or Robert Downey Jr. standing on the stage.

——I want love, but it's impossible

- I want to love, but it's impossible

——Amanlikeme, soirresponsible

- People like me, so irresponsible

——Aman like meis dead in places

—People like me should be punished on the spot.

"What you have to do now is to bear the name of Robert Downey Jr. and do what he should do."

"I played Tony Stark really well too, didn't I?"

The eyes of the people in the audience were focused on this, including the four Avengers not far away. Everything seemed to come from instinct as if acting, and he didn't have to worry about getting out of tune or going out of tune, in fact.

He sang quite well.

——Don't feel nothing, just old scars

——Don’t think it’s nothing, it’s just an old scar

——Toughening up around my heart

— scabs all over my heart.

He accurately captured the face of Robert Downey Jr. in the dim light.

He looked here, his warm brown eyes were bent, he couldn't tell if there was encouragement or some other emotion in it, and Tony Stark didn't know whether it was because of the lighting problem or the music.

This is not a love song, but the deep voice made the atmosphere ambiguous enough.

He looked at Downey, but didn't dare to look at him, so at the end of the song he looked away uncontrollably and lowered his head.

——Iwantalovethatdon'tmeanathing

- I want love, that doesn't mean a thing

——That's the love I want.

- This is the love I need.

After a song ended, the scene was quiet for a moment, followed by even warmer applause than before.

The atmosphere of the carnival was not distracted by the soothing music, but ushered in the first climax of the dinner party. They cheered and shouted the name of Robert Downey Jr. until the host announced the next one whose name was drawn. people.

The dim lights and the subsequent music re-attracted people's attention. Downey, who had been surrounded since the beginning of the banquet, finally got a breather. He watched Tony Stark walk straight towards him after stepping down, stretching out his hand applauded him.

"Did I tell you that I can sing well too?" He walked side by side with the man to a corner where no one was there. "Grammy invited me to present awards before."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and said again: "But I have to confess one thing to you."

The second person on stage ordered his song. It was a very explosive rock music. The sound of electric bass and drum set stimulated Tony Stark's eardrums, which were already more sensitive than normal people. He had to lower his head :"What did you say?"

Downey also joined in very cooperatively: "I said, in fact, all the notes in the box that drew people to the stage in the first round should have my name written on them." Yu Bi seemed to think that this was too general, and added another sentence , "I mean Robert Downey Jr."

Tony Stark was not too surprised: "The reason?"

Downey was silent for half a second.

As if Tony Stark was always looking at him, he was in the center of the crowd, but he was always paying attention to Tony Stark's direction from the corner of his eye.

He watched the man choose a clean corner with a blank face. Maybe it was because his attitude of not allowing strangers to enter was too obvious, or maybe those who were curious and interested in him felt that they could strike up a conversation but it was unnecessary. In short, , he was alone from beginning to end.

This should not have been the case.

In the spotlight as Tony Stark, he wasn't born to be left out.

So, Tony Stark heard Downey say in his ear: "Originally you should be the focus of this banquet."

The man was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Downey: "You know very well that I don't care about that right now."

Downey shrugged and said truthfully, "But I do care."

They were face to face, so close that Tony Stark could smell the lemon champagne coming out of Donnie's mouth.

The dazzling feeling starts from the cerebral cortex and then spreads to the eyeballs layer by layer, and becomes more intense as the smell of champagne infiltrates into the lungs.

Tony Stark instinctively felt that something was wrong with him.

He thought that he might be drunk, it might be that the loud rock music made his eardrums ache, or it might be because the faint electronic lights that suddenly became psychedelic disturbed his vision.

He felt he had to say something to distract him, so he straightened up and forced himself away from the pleasant smell.

"Donnie."

Tony Stark rarely called him by his name directly, and Downey was taken aback for a moment before he realized: "Huh?"

Tony Stark: "Do you have time? I'll take you somewhere." As if afraid of him refusing, he added, "You'll be interested."

Downey subconsciously glanced at the middle of the dance floor where the atmosphere was raging: "Now?"

Tony Stark: "Now."

Speaking of which, the gate of the cruise ship behind them opened automatically, and two Mark 20s stopped on the deck with the sound of jets.

Downey glanced at the serious expression on Tony Stark's face, and turned around and walked out of the cruise ship after a while: "Then you'd better make sure that I can come back within three hours to make a speech at the dinner."

Tony Stark: "It won't take that long."

The people who were temporarily attracted by the rock music on the stage did not notice the two people who left in the middle of the banquet. The two fire lights went out on the deck and then came back on again. They pierced the night sky of Manhattan and flew towards southeastern Virginia.

Downey didn't recognize where it was until he reached the harbor where the James River emptied into the sea.

Hampton area.

The owner of the real estate developer who bought his villa at the beginning transformed it into a tourist resort just as he said. The uniform and exquisite holiday villas, the well-planned green belt full of tropical and exotic flavors, have been pruned into various sculpted bushes and—

The only one that looks different from all the villas stands in the center of the resort, and the zombie weathervane at the door is still jingling.

The windmill villa designed by Downey himself.

Two Mark 20s stopped at the resort one after the other. Downey stepped out of the armor and looked at the familiar villa in front of him.

At nine o'clock in New York time, the carnival will last for an hour with fireworks.

Blossoms exploded in the dark night.