[Zhongyingmei] The correct posture of the villain's whitewashing

As the proposer and maker of the photon equipment plan, when Stark puts on his armor, the laser man is a small piece of paper in front of him.

In particular, this set of armor was specially made for this kind of enemy that has no entity but is purely composed of energy bodies.

The reaction device in the palm is no longer the electromagnetic pulse, but has become the molecular splitting cutting longitudinal line.

Smelling the danger, the laser man broke himself into a green light sticking to the ground in an attempt to escape.

"You can't be too fast!"

Stark raised his right hand: "Your brain can't either."

A red vertical line directly cut his body, Pax howled in pain, the body began to split and turned into spots of light.

As he disappeared, something fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

An electronic chip the size of a fingernail, engraved with Hydra's iconic pattern.

Stark frowned.

There were footsteps behind him, he put away the chip calmly, turned around, and Coulson had the usual gentle smile on his face: "It seems that you have helped us solve this trouble, Mr. Stark."

The metal mask was opened, and Stark shrugged: "I hope your Manhattan will blow up into a firework." He waved to the Chinese female commander behind Coulson, "Hi, Medalin."

"It's Melin—forget it." Melinda gave up on correcting this, "I heard you have a new Avenger coming?"

Stark raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't think there should be a need to report to S.H.I.E.L.D." He spread his hands, "Isn't it because I pay the wages that I have the final say?"

Melinda couldn't argue with that.

"The rare vacation time was taken up by this monster—" Iron Man looked up at the time on the opposite screen, "One and a half hours. Private time is very precious. I originally planned to take people to visit the Royal Park .”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of cracking.

"what sound?"

The three of them looked towards the source of the sound, and then saw a huge illuminated billboard as high as two floors hanging above the not-so-big restaurant swinging from side to side.

Three safety bolts at the four corners have been broken, and the last one is gradually loosening as the billboard shakes.Almost at the moment when they looked over, the last safety bolt finally broke in two due to overwhelm.

The billboard quickly fell from mid-air.

It's twice the size of that small restaurant!

At that moment, Stark heard the sound of his heart beating heavily, and without hesitation, the thrusters installed on his hands and feet started again, and he quickly rushed to the small restaurant.

The roof of the restaurant is made of glass, so you can clearly see that huge thing suddenly pressed down with a heavy suffocation, its shadow enveloped the entire restaurant, sharp edges hit the glass, and the sound of glass shattering filled your ears And screams one after another.

Just as the billboard shattered the roof and was about to hit people's heads with large pieces of glass, it suddenly stopped falling.

The surrounding time seems to be stagnant, maybe it should not be said to be stagnant, but they are all floating in the air strangely.

Not only billboards were floating, but also sharp shards of glass, tablecloths, cups, and food.

Only the customers are still standing safely in their original positions.

Fruity sodas of various colors turned into trickles and began to slowly revolve around the black-haired man at the door of the restaurant. Little Spiderman couldn't help but look at this man surrounded by hamburgers, chicken wings, Coke, Fanta and ice cream. His eyes widened.

"It's just—"

"awesome!"

Outside the restaurant, a huge billboard was picked up and randomly thrown into the center of the empty square. The corner of the billboard touched the cruiser of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the right wing of the ship was immediately swayed.

Melinda: "Hey, that one is expensive!"

"In 10 minutes, I will transfer money to your chief's account."

After quickly finishing this sentence, Iron Man landed inside the restaurant from the restaurant roof with a big hole, and the metal mask and the entire metal helmet were opened together.

"Daze."

Hearing someone calling his name behind him, Dazzle turned around, and the tense expression on Stark's face relaxed only after seeing the safe and sound black-haired man at the door.

He pushed away all kinds of food around him, shook the ketchup sticking to the back of his hand in disgust, and stopped in front of Daize.

"I was really afraid that you would be smashed into a lump of meat sauce just now."

Daze shrugged: "You should have a little more confidence in me." After a pause, he continued, "But I suggest you wear the helmet better."

Stark: "What?"

"I'm beyond capable—"

Before he could finish speaking, the food floating in mid-air fell instantly and hit everyone in the face.

"—a bit serious."

Being doused with milk in public, Dazzle seemed to hear the sound of Mr. Tony Stark's idol bag shattering.

Little Spider-Man picked it up and hit it on the head, and took a bite out of the freshly baked hamburger.

"Well, it's delicious."

This sudden terrorist attack ended in a farce.

When S.H.I.E.L.D. was cleaning up the follow-up battlefield, Daze tried to send Spider-Man to the hospital, but he seemed to be hesitant to refuse, and the little Spider-Man couldn't go home with the obvious wound that couldn't be concealed, you know It will definitely worry the beautiful and beautiful aunt in his family.

So Stark took them both back to Avengers Tower.

In the Avengers Hall, Natasha, who was sitting on the sofa and adjusting the electromagnetic launcher between her wrists, looked at the door: "Did you bring the newcomers? Two?"

She poked her head out and showed a surprised expression when she saw Daize: "I guess it's you, Daize, have you graduated from Xavier College?"

Dai Ze greeted the Black Widow, which was not long-lost, and said with a smile, "Actually, I graduated a week ago."

Barton took off his Bee earphones: "Ha! Spider-Man!"

"But what's going on with your outfits? Did you just rob a burger restaurant? Then the clerk beat you out with two pieces of sawdust bread?"

Stark took the exhausted Dazzle and the scarred spider upstairs in silence.

After a brief cleaning, Spider-Man sat on the chair in Stark's study room specially prepared for Dazzle, and Dazzle sat behind him and gave him the medicine.

The metal instrument next to him reflects the appearance of the young man behind him. His hair has not been completely dried, and water drips down his shoulders along the ends of his hair. His eyes are focused and his movements are very light. Next to him is the reagent he just prepared , There are several kinds, and he patiently smears them layer by layer on the wound on his back, the ice is cold and slightly tingling.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome. These wounds heal quickly."

"I don't know why. Sometimes I lie on the bed and sleep, and the next day it will be fine, but the scars left are not very good-looking, but who cares about that, it is a symbol of a man!"

He said it with a proud face.

From his torn uniform, many scars could be vaguely seen, and some of the wounds were even bigger than those he had today.Dai Ze couldn't help but asked: "When did you start to have this ability?"

Little Spider-Man thought for a while: "Well, about three months ago? It should be three months away in two days."

"So you started fighting criminals since then?" Tony Stark, who suddenly appeared at the door of the laboratory, had taken a shower and took care of himself, walked in with a square box in one hand.

"Ah, yes, yes, just like you."

Stark put the box on the table, sat next to the two people, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and searched for something while asking: "Are you satisfied with your new office?"

Dai Ze looked around at this high-tech cross-generational laboratory with advanced equipment and almost twice the size of his original laboratory, and said with a smile: "I can't be more satisfied, it doesn't seem like it can be designed in a short time Yes, Mister Stark."

Stark raised his eyebrows noncommittally: "Yeah, since half a month, a month ago—the day I knew you were my uncle."

Spider-Man raised his head in a daze: "What? What uncle?"

Stark patted his little red head casually: "Children don't need to know this."

Finally finding the information he was looking for, Stark turned the phone over so the screen was facing them.

A collection of videos called "Spider-Man's Difficulties" shows Spider-Man in a red uniform and a black eye patch that protrudes like sunglasses, swinging from the other side of the building, taking robberies in the process The woman's bag in the criminal's hand was hung around his neck and the criminal was stuck to the car with cobwebs, and then he turned around and said, "It's not a gentleman's act to bully a lady, especially if you snatch her bag, you can't chase after her like this." To the girlfriend's man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Spider-Man, who was swinging on a swing and not looking at the road, bumped into the billboard on the opposite building with a snap, with his limbs stretched out.

"Click rate, seven zeros." Stark gave Spider-Man a thumbs up, "Good guy, beautiful criminal strike."

Dai Ze held back his laughter.

Little Spider-Man tried to save his image with some embarrassment, and unconsciously waved his hand in mid-air: "You know, I actually have a lot of cool videos, and most of the time I'm, um, great. And everyone There are always times when mistakes are made, and so are superheroes, like—”

Talking as if he was cooperating with him, the video on the phone automatically skipped to the next video after the video was played. Iron Man, who had just dealt with the enemy and was so cool from any angle, drew a picture in the air with his thrusters. Great EZ.

The next moment, he was knocked out by the oncoming S.H.I.E.L.D. cruiser.

Dai Ze held back, but still couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Nice fella." He gave Stark a thumbs up. "Nice criminal hit."

"Well, even when I'm experimenting with new armor, this kind of thing happens from time to time, and I admit it's not surprising."

Stark rubbed his nose and retracted the phone, then looked at Little Spider-Man again, specifically at his black eye patch: "What are these? Sunglasses? Can you see things with them?"

Little Spider-Man hurriedly said: "Yes, of course, you know that because of something happened, my senses became very sharp—"

Daize, who started to take off the bandage after applying the medicine: "Spider sense?"

Little Spider-Man turned his head: "Yes, that's right, I like that word!"

"I have to admit that your skills are indeed agile, and your fighting style is very suitable to my appetite." Stark imitated him and made a few spider web launching postures, and then looked at the little Spiderman's uniform and shook his head. "You have really bad taste, though."

"Come and see this, I bet you'll like it."

Speaking of which, Stark opened the ordinary square box, and there was a brand new red uniform quietly inside.

"The toughness that can withstand two tons of weight stretching, made of special materials, waterproof and fireproof, also has a semi-automatic self-healing function and light sensing-especially the part of the eyes."

Stark found the position of the hood, revealing the white eyes: "The miniature light sensor can control and adjust your visual range according to the temperature of your environment and even your emotions."

The little Spider-Man was blindfolded by Mr. Tony Stark's sudden action. He spread his hands, a little nervous, and with uncontrollable surprise, he tentatively asked: "This is, Is this for me?"

Stark put the uniform back in the box and pushed it in front of little Spider-Man.

"Birthday gift, Mr. Peter Parker, as a reward for maintaining law and order in New York and fighting criminals without asking for anything in return, you deserve it."

Spiderman Peter Parker's eyes widened: "Do you know who I am?!" He quickly touched his face, "No way, I'm obviously wearing a hood!"

"Don't move around." Dazzle smiled while wrapping the bandage, "We are not bad people."

Mr. Peter Jr. thought for a while, and it seemed to be the same reason, so he regained his surprised expression. He held the box and refused to let go, and kept confirming: "Is this really for me Stark?" Sir? You don’t charge money? But we only met today! Don’t say you just made it!”

"That's right." Stark snapped his fingers and said with a "soez" expression, "while Dazzle was dawdling in configuring his instant healing potion."

Dai Ze glanced at him: "Please, little nephew, if you are asked to configure this, I think you can do it for a year."

Peter paused excitedly: "What? What nephew?"

Daze patted Peter on the head: "Children don't need to know this."

At this moment, Steve reached out and knocked on the door of the laboratory.

"Does it bother you?"

Stark: "If we're doing business right now, you're interrupting us before you say that."

Steve: "That's no interruption."

The little spider said excitedly: "Captain America! Real man!"

Steve smiled and said, "I just heard that a little gentleman was injured, and here to bring him something, I think he needs this."

As he said, he stuffed things into Peter's arms one by one: "Healing ointment, this one is for me, and it works very well. And this one, scar remover, this one belongs to Natasha. And this extra-large sandwich, Barton Steal Hulk's peanut butter and make it for you."

Peter Parker stared at the table full of things for a long time, then he said: "This is simply—"

“The best birthday present ever!”

So the little spider came empty-handed, and when he left, the things he held in his arms could hardly be piled up.

He had to hold the Barton sandwich in his mouth, and looked at the three people with bright eyes under the blindfold: "I will come next time, can I come again next time?"

"And then take more stuff?"

Peter Parker froze for a moment.

"Just kidding." Stark leaned on the table, stretched out his hand and waved at him, "You are welcome anytime, but I suggest you come every other day, your ability is outstanding, but you lack exercise, in this respect he can help you."

As he spoke, he pointed to Steve.

"Ok!"

After speaking, the little Spider-Man who rushed home before Aunt Mei got off work jumped out of the open window and swung between the buildings. He had to use various difficult poses to release the swelling excitement. Started, then exclaimed.

"Look, Spider-Man!"

After his figure completely disappeared around the dense buildings, Daze turned to look at Iron Man and Captain America: "I thought you would invite him to join the Avengers?"

"We really thought so at first." Stark said rarely seriously, "but anyway, he's too young."

Steve smiled, looked at the direction where Peter disappeared, and his eyes were full of tolerance: "We will do other things. He hits criminals in Manhattan like this every day, just keep a sense of justice in his heart."

"At his age, he shouldn't have to bear that."

Dai Ze looked at these two Avengers leaders who rarely agreed on a certain aspect, and fell silent.

Who can say that they have suffered less than anyone else at this age?

It is precisely because of this that their tenderness and tolerance are so precious.

The cold wind blows in from the open windows, and the weather in New York is getting colder and colder in winter.

Steve rubbed his nose.

"What's for dinner, I'll order takeaway."

Stark: "Burgundy scallops, black truffle artichoke soup, beluga caviar, smoked foie gras—"

Captain America: "You'd better go out and eat by yourself."