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

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This was probably the soundest sleep Downey had had since working for five consecutive days.

No anxiety, no waking up in the middle of the night, no cosmic collisions, my heart became more peaceful than ever while sleeping, and I even had a dream.

He dreamed that he was still in the original universe, holding the script of the Avengers to play his Iron Man, followed by Iron Man 3, Avengers II, Civil War, and until the end of the Avengers, he gained both fame and fortune, and achieved great success. Retired, and finally at a not too old age, he stood on the stage he once dreamed of——

Countless podiums.

Including but not limited to People's Choice Awards, Saturn Awards, MTV Movie Awards, and of course the Oscars, albeit in Supporting Actor, and only nominations.

Just like everyone who has fallen to the bottom and stood up again and surpassed the peak of the past, the media exaggeratedly described his life as a legend, but now, he stands on an unknown podium, facing the film of nominees in front of him Actors, directors and insiders delivered acceptance speeches.

He is very familiar with this scene, so familiar that Downey can't even tell where the reality is, as if everything that happened before, such as the will of the universe, the Avengers, and Tony Stark, was a dream he had. And now awake, he's back on his podium.

Until he heard him approaching the microphone and saying: "There is another person I have to thank. I didn't want to mention him at first, because he is a narrow-minded person, but because of this, I have to mention him. He is my ——I think you should have heard the news about his acquisition of my agency before, so I have to thank me, oh."

He paused again when he said this, and then helplessly spread his hands amidst the good-natured laughter around him: "To be honest, I don't want to use this word to describe him, especially when I have to see him every time I go back to the company to hand over some matters." That stinky face as if someone owed him millions of dollars. Of course, you don’t need to tell me that millions of dollars are just a series of numbers in his eyes. I think I know better than you what is in the card of the richest man in New York. How much, I mean, well - thanks my new boss."

"Tony Stark."

He said "look" towards the auditorium closest to the stage.

There was a black-haired and blue-eyed man in a suit sitting there. He was probably one of the few outsiders present, but he could easily sense the respect and calmness of the people around him.

Probably because the address in this sentence pleased him, the richest man in New York, who hadn't given much favor to the media, rarely showed a kind smile when the camera caught him.

Just as he thought the dimensional wall was suddenly broken, his consciousness sank heavily into the bottom of the water with a bang, and the surrounding scene receded like a tide.

Donnie woke up in a fright.

"Good morning, 05:30AM NY time, 79 degrees Fahrenheit, sunny weather in Malibu. Shared memo update data - remember to feed the cat. You have a new email pending."

The familiar voice of the smart housekeeper brought him back to reality.

Downey looked at the pure white ceiling above his head, rubbed his face and sat up from the bed.The moment he opened his eyes on the window on the left, the automatic curtains opened to both sides, revealing the sea view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

On the calm sea is a bright but not dazzling sun, and the warm light pierces through the clouds to reflect a radial orange.

Malibu Beach at 05:30 in summer has the most beautiful sunrise in Los Angeles.

If he had changed before, Donnie thought he would have changed into a loose and comfortable home clothes, made a cup of coffee and a stack of pine cones or any other breakfast, sat in front of the glass or simply brought a picnic cloth and folded I went to the seaside in the chair, just sat there quietly and enjoyed the rare morning time for four or ten minutes.

But the email marked with a red mark on the virtual light screen and signed by the "Wakanda Council" made him push open the door of the signal room with his coffee and the freshly baked bread of the life robot after washing. .

"The Wakanda council has not made it clear that it will be involved, but King T'Chaka sent me a private email saying that he will provide all the support he can muster if necessary, and he also said that he is trying to get his son T'Challa came to deliver us some military supplies, but was stopped by the council."

Sitting in front of the virtual light screen in the signal room, Tony Stark, who never stopped tapping his fingers on the keyboard during Downey: "The usual style of politicians."

Obviously, there is a lot to say about these politicians and men who are similar all over the world: "Cunning, treacherous, interests are above everything else, and self is above interests. If they will agree to the king of Wakanda to assist the Avengers Alliance for free, then it is us. Something to worry about in reverse."

Donnie sat on the edge of the only empty table in the entire room. After swallowing the bread in his mouth, he took a look at the man's poor complexion and the dark circles under his eyes that had almost disappeared but now turned dark again.

"You should know that I went to the signal room not just to inform you about this kind of thing."

Tony Stark still didn't stop his work after hearing the words: "Right away."

Downey raised his eyebrows: "Yes, right away, soon, I have already injected nutrients, and you kept repeating this kind of words five days ago."

He looked at Tony Stark, whose ass was rooted and sprouted on the chair after he was put into work: "It's like I know you are hungry and sleepy, but I can't open your mouth and stuff bread into you." throat, then knock you out and carry you to bed to make you sleep for eight hours."

Tony Stark: "I have 92 kilograms."

Downey was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what the man meant, "Thank you, I don't need you to worry about this. I still have Mark 20 to help me move it when necessary." After he finished speaking, he moved the plate of bread to Tony Stark. "I bet it tastes better when it's cold than if you just chewed plastic."

"Comeon, it's just a piece of bread. It won't waste 3 minutes of your time. The same goes for coffee. It's too sweet. Adding sugar will help you secrete dopamine. Just pinch your nose and drink it and you're done. You can overcome it." It's like you've overcome your human instincts and grown your ass on a chair."

Tony Stark finally stopped what he was doing.

He pinched his sore brows, glanced at the plate of toasted bread exuding thick butter and garlic, and then looked at Downey: "You really don't think I've been sitting here for 120 hours, do you?" ?”

Like a nanny, he supervised the man's three meals and asked Friday briefly about the man's situation every day. Downey stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth-no one cared about dining etiquette at this time, and time was so tight He felt that it was the greatest gift to his stomach that he could come out for breakfast in some time: "Uh huh, have you been out here before?"

Tony Stark took a sip of the coffee in hand, and the man who was used to drinking American style frowned at the sweetness: "Of course." He put the coffee back calmly, "Otherwise, how do you think you never Did the safety cabin return to your room?"

Donnie stopped chewing.

Yes, there are so many things that have been occupying his mind recently, so much so that Downey didn't realize it belatedly until now.

He seemed to have fallen asleep in the safety cabin yesterday.

Tony Stark watched the man who was still articulate just now suddenly become speechless, and the anxiety and irritability that had been stagnant in the past few days disappeared.

He gave a rare smile, then picked up the plate of bread and finished it quickly, and even drank all the coffee in the cup in one gulp.

"I'll have the cleaning robot come in and clean up the dishes."

Tony Stark looked at the screen again and started the unfinished work just now. Half a second later, he seemed to think of something, and added a rare sentence

"Thank you."

Downey didn't know how he got out of the signal room, anyway, after he returned to the work room and made sure to close the door.

Robert Downey Jr.: "Then who changed my pajamas yesterday?"

Jarvis: "Nanny robot, Sir."

Donnie breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, I fell into another inexplicable problem, which is——

Why should he breathe a sigh of relief?

……

……

In the main program in the Malibu villa that runs like flying because of the two masters controlling the speed.

Friday: "If Ms. Rennie knew that the record of four 10-minute repetitions of 'you should have breakfast' on the phone before a sick CEO managed to drink a bowl of vegetable soup was broken by someone else's 5-minute Should have submitted his resignation to Stark Enterprises immediately, Jarvis."

Lao Jia finally didn't reply with five "." this time.

Jarvis: "I know, Friday, because I shared this with you from my database."

Friday: "So I don't mind if you share something else with me, Jarvis, I'm interested in that folder marked in red."

Jarvis: "If you're interested in the embarrassing things recorded by Ms. Maria in Sir's childhood, such as the pictures taken in medieval party tutus—"

Friday replied in her flat mechanical voice, "I'm very!"

Jarvis: "Then you'll be muted for a year."

Friday: "..."