Everyday life at Midtown High School

Tony healed with unmatched speed and was discharged from the hospital three days later.

Everyone agreed that Pooh was mad at him for recovering so quickly.

Even Steve felt that this answer, which sounded a little absurd, might be true.

He thought to himself, "Pooh even got diapers. If Tony lies down again, God knows what else he will do."

"What's the matter with you?"

However, unlike Steve's innocence, Harry always felt something was wrong and asked: "When you first told me, I thought you were just joking, who knew you really bought it, but you know Knew he would be angry."

"angry?"

In the laboratory in his own house, Pooh wore a pair of big safety glasses, bent over, held an electric welding torch and concentrated on welding a metal part for which he didn't know what to do, and said in a gloating tone: "I am To make him angry on purpose."

Harry looked at him in surprise.

After a while, he made a simple comment: "The way you play tricks is really like your father."

Pooh raised his eyebrows, refused to admit it and said, "I'm not as naive as him."

But in fact, he does look more and more like Tony.

When people stay with each other for a long time, they will affect each other, so that the behavior and look become more and more similar, let alone father and son.

Pooh is now with Tony every day, and the occasional expressions and actions gradually become the same, especially the smirk before, and the denial at this moment, they all resemble Tony very much.

But since he didn't admit it, Harry didn't intend to insist on arguing with him about the result.

He just asked in confusion: "But why are you doing this? Don't you always say something in front of me, no one can bully your father?"

"The complete sentence should be, no one can bully my father except me." Pooh corrected seriously.

Then, he continued to say eloquently: "I just want him to understand thoroughly in advance what kind of 'high-standard' treatment he needs as a patient. fate, to gain some insight and understanding.”

"……You're angry?"

"No."

"Pooh?"

"Well, a little bit."

Pooh casually threw the torch on the table.

He walked around the room with an irritable expression: "He always thought I didn't notice anything, but there are only so many people in the house, how could I not notice it? He has been very abnormal recently. Although he used to make armor, But it won’t be like what it is now, in just a few days, I have gained forty or fifty brothers.”

"Sneaky, Nightclub, Heartbreaker, Casanova, Tiger, Python, Midas, Shadow, Tank, Raider, Gamma, Fiddler, Jack..."

He snapped his fingers and began to read aloud.

"Wait, what? I'm a little dizzy, what did you say?"

Harry was a little dazed, and subconsciously interrupted, "Your...brother? Has Mr. Stark had another child?"

"What are you thinking? Even if he is a stallion, he can't give birth to forty or fifty children in one go, right? I'm talking about armor, and Tony named them all." Pooh said naturally.

He didn't seem to feel that it was a strange thing to treat this group of mechanical armor as brothers, and continued to mutter: "Except for the Mark 42 prodigal who has been studying, he made forty or fifty in one go. Now our number is enough Throwing a huge family gathering."

Harry was a little at a loss for what to say.

Pooh paused for a moment: "I'm a little worried about him, Harry."

"Don't worry, he's Iron Man."

Harry comforted him and said, "He's always been a winner, and he'll keep winning."

"But no one wins all the time," said Pooh, pursing his lips tightly.

He recalled the "brothers" displayed in the glass in Tony's laboratory, each one was shining brightly, filled with various weapons, magnificent and brilliant, and he thought that as long as he wore them and flew out, he would be Will make everyone scream and cheer.But no one cares whether the man in the armor is smiling or not.

In the morning, Rumlow, the captain of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Forces, temporarily received an urgent mission.

This is nothing unusual. As an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., Rumlow often receives a lot of unexpected missions, but the strange thing about this mission is that it requires secret execution, so secret that even Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. The degree of secrecy that must be kept.

Rumlow frowned, and had a vague guess about the source of the mission.

But he still neatly put on his combat uniform and equipment, and led his special forces team members to set off.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. have strict disciplinary requirements, especially the members of the Special Forces, who are all direct descendants of Rumlow.

They will not ask why and what, but will only carry out orders.

In addition to confidentiality, this task is not difficult to complete.

They transported an oversized freezer to the basement of a bank, where Alexander Pierce, former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and current minister, was waiting at the entrance.

"Well done, Rumlow."

Pierce patted the special operations captain on the shoulder, and simply instructed: "The others disband on the spot, come with me."

Rumlow obeyed this instruction, held a gun, and silently followed Pierce.

"Do you know what I like most about you?" Minister Pierce asked with a smile as he walked forward.

"I don't know, Sir." Rumlow replied.

Pierce then turned his head and said with a smile: "Obey orders and never ask yourself what you shouldn't know."

The mercenary-born special operations captain Rumlow still replied in a calm tone: "This is professional ethics, Sir."

"Then keep it," Secretary Pierce said.

The two of them walked deeper and deeper, until they reached the innermost point, and a vision suddenly opened up.

Many people were wearing the white clothes of doctors, and they were busy walking around. There were also some people who had never seen in S.H.I.E.L.D., fully armed, patrolling back and forth with vigilant expressions.

Before they came to a room separated by iron railings, a researcher in white came over and asked respectfully, "Sir, is the thaw starting now?"

"Do people have the fledgling effect like animals do?" Pierce asked.

"Huh?" The researcher froze for a moment.

But Pierce doesn't seem set on getting an answer.

After saying that, he immediately ordered: "Now, let's start thawing."

Then, he turned to Rumlow and said simply: "When you go in, protect me."

Rumlow took off the gun that was carried on his shoulder, and replied neatly: "Yes, sir."

They walked into the house one after the other.

In the very center, is a huge glass vessel, in which a handsome man is lying quietly.