Everyday life at Midtown High School

When Tony came back, the flames on the top floor of the Avengers Building hadn't been extinguished. From a long distance, the fire sirens could be heard, and the billowing black smoke could be seen. Countless people stood nearby to watch, There are various emotions on the face, either excitement, surprise, or panic.

But these were not enough to make him angry.

If the money is gone, you can make it again, if the building is destroyed, you can rebuild it, until...

"Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark!!"

A black figure suddenly jumped out of the building burning with black smoke, shouting and running towards him.

Tony stared in surprise at this little friend of his own son - Thompson Flash.

This athletic boy, who had always been sunny and strong, was dangling a big tail at this moment, dressed in black, with a mouth full of fangs, and a complete mix of spicy eyes.

'When I didn't know, did my son's friends all go this way to kill Matt? '

Tony couldn't help thinking about Pooh's aesthetics in his heart.

Of course, on the bright side, he still put on an amiable uncle-next-door expression: "You look good, Flash."

However, Flash ignored the ridicule, and had no time to deal with the sudden burst of unknown biological venom on his body. He just said in panic: "Pooh...Pooh...is gone."

"What?" Tony's expression changed instantly.

He grabbed Flash, and it was difficult to maintain his composure before: "Before the explosion, weren't you together?"

"Yes, yes."

Flash stammered and said incoherently: "The three of us, and John... well, John and Pooh are playing in the lab. I was a little embarrassed to be rejected by Pooh because I confessed... …So, there is no past…”

What the hell is a confession?Another fucking bastard coveting my son.

Tony frantically discovered that he knew nothing about his son's aesthetics, making friends, and emotional issues.

Just when he was about to pinch Flash and ask the truth...

An unknown call came in suddenly.

"Sir, do you want to connect?" Jarvis asked in a timely manner with a calm British accent.

"On." Tony replied.

"Hi Tony, did you get my present?"

A male voice said affectionately on the phone in a particularly cheerful tone: "What beautiful fireworks! Do you like red? Yes, I remember you like red, look, red flames. However, the smoke is a failure, but I want to It's kind of hard to be perfect..."

"who are you?"

Tony, the chief of armor, frowned, looked puzzled, and interrupted him directly to ask.

"Who am I?"

The voice on the phone paused slightly, followed by a slightly regretful tone: "You don't remember me again, of course, it's normal. You are a big shot, you used to be Stark's chairman, a billionaire, a U.S. military Fang’s guest is now the Iron Man of America’s Idol again! As for me, an unknown, low-level person, even if I have been your diehard fan for many years, you can still turn a blind eye. But I am indeed your fan, once... a fan I have loved you for so many years. My dear Anthony, I am a little sad that you are still so cold."

What the hell?

Tony frowned, he didn't want to listen to his nonsense and asked directly: "Don't talk nonsense, where is my son?"

"I don't like your attitude, Tony."

The voice said in a obviously chilled tone: "I have said that I am your fan, but you are still so unreasonable. Well, I am different from you. Even if you are so indifferent, I will still take good care of you. Mister Stark, trust me."

"Believe someone who bombed my house and kidnapped my son?" Tony couldn't help but sarcastically returned.

"Haha, it's a gift, a gift to impress you a bit. Now, remember who I am?" the voice asked with a smug laugh.

So... is this the legend of hate because of love?

The revenge of a black fan?

What a nonsense!

As Tony, who was unlucky to be idolized, he just felt annoyed.

But he was worried about Pooh, so he tried to soften his tone, and said nonsense: "You should not be a beautiful girl with big breasts, otherwise I will be impressed. Listen, maybe I have done something sorry, I can talk to you Your sincere apology, let's talk again, man. Then, how about I show you that I'm not indifferent? Let's make an appointment, meet, have a meal, get to know each other again, I swear, this I will never forget you next time."

"An appointment?"

The male voice over there rose slightly and suddenly turned cold: "Sorry, I don't believe it anymore."

"Hey, wait, don't hang up."

Tony heard that the other person seemed to be about to hang up the phone, and hurriedly shouted: "Tell me, what do you want me to do? I can do it, apologize, or whatever, it doesn't matter, don't hurt my son."

"How about a little favor?" said the voice casually.

"What's up?" Tony asked.

The male voice on the other end of the phone laughed softly, as if he was satisfied with Tony's compromise: "This is a favor, you are very good at it."

Then, he read out a somewhat familiar formula.

At the same time, the black director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is also angry.

"Someone blew up the Avengers Building, but before that, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't hear anything about it? And, afterward, you couldn't find any information?"

He angrily fired at the agents in the office: "Are you all free? As far as I know, there are more than 20 agents in charge of monitoring around the Avengers Building, but you still don't have those with Superhero fans with civilian binoculars can see more clearly? Now, tell me, what’s the use of raising you?”

The agents lowered their heads, unable to utter a word.

It was indeed a coincidence that the explosion happened at the moment when they changed shifts, so all the agents couldn't see it clearly...

"roll!"

Fury pointed to the door of the office and ordered coldly: "I don't care what you do, I want to know the cause and effect of the matter before four o'clock in the afternoon at the latest."

All the agents nodded again and again, and then walked out the door in desperation.

The entire Aegis headquarters was full of low air pressure.

After all the agents left, Nick Fury sat back in the chair, thinking coldly.

At this time, the door was knocked lightly a few times, and before he could call in, Alexander Pierce had pushed open the door and walked in.

"I heard you got very angry?"

Pierce persuaded with a good temper: "Don't be so angry, Fury. After all, they are ordinary people, and the battle at the level of the Avengers is indeed a bit difficult for them."

"But I didn't ask them to participate in the battle, what I asked was accurate information."

The black director raised his one-eyed eye, suppressed his anger, and complained to his old friend for many years: "But they behave like idiots, and they don't know what to ask. Even, sometimes the information they get is not as good as my own. YouTube, search for some amateurish videos posted by superhero fans... There, occasionally, some interesting information similar to 'what kind of donuts does Iron Man like to eat' can be obtained."

"It's a bit of an exaggeration for you to say that." Pierce laughed.

Then, he asked tentatively, "I heard that Iron Man's son is missing from this explosion?"

"That's right, that kid must have gone crazy, he just called and hurt me."

Nick Fury said helplessly: "When there is nothing to do, you are everywhere; when there is something to do, you disappear without a trace. S.H.I.E.L.D., why don't you change the name to Late Bureau. These are his original words..."

"What, did he say that?" Pierce laughed a little.

Then, he put on a helpless tone and continued to persuade: "You don't have to care too much, after all, Tony's temper..."

"He has a bad temper. But in this matter, he is absolutely right."

Nick Fury interrupted his friend's persuasion, and said with a serious expression: "I am also very strange, when there is nothing to do, the SHIELD agents are everywhere, but when there is something to do, the SHIELD agents disappear without a trace. Can't feel anything."

Pierce's expression fluctuated slightly.

Nick Fury raised his head, stared at him closely with that one eye, and said word by word: "I suspect that there are traitors in S.H.I.E.L.D."

The atmosphere turned cold for a moment.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time before Pierce laughed again: "Old friend, you may be thinking too much."

Fury paused for a while before saying, "Maybe..."

He said slowly, "Maybe, really, I'm thinking too much, my friend."

Meanwhile, things aren't too bad for Pooh.

When the Avengers Building was bombed, he was tinkering with the Iron Bear armor in the laboratory, so when the explosion happened, he was wearing the armor and was blown unconscious. Due to the protective effect of the armor, he was not injured much.

But when he was taken away, he was also taken away with his armor.

When he woke up, the armor was no longer on him.

In front of me is a very narrow room, with nothing but a single bed, let alone other things, no computer, no mobile phone, no internet...

Pooh slowly stood up with his dizzy head in his arms, feeling a little dazed all over.

After a few seconds, his expression became serious: "Damn it, where is this?"

Locked in the next room, Burning Man, who had been so irritable for a long time, rushed over excitedly after seeing his little friend wake up.

"Yes, that's right, you found out too." He was about to talk about the arrest of the two of them.

'We were caught and locked up by the villains' was still circling in his throat...

"My God!"

Pooh suddenly shouted out in panic: "I have an Internet addiction, without the Internet, I will die of pain."

Meow meow meow?

Burning Man's face turned indifferent for a moment: "Venister Stark, your skill in grasping key points is really great!"