I haven't been a big brother for many years

"Can I wait for you on the plane?" Ryan pressed his temples, not really wanting to get off the helicopter parked on the tarmac on the top floor of Stark Tower.

He was wearing a customary suit, a dark blue shirt, and a black vest. Instead of a suit jacket, he put on a thick black windbreaker.It made his figure more tall and slender.

It's already November and the weather has turned cooler, but most Americans are still wearing autumn clothes.Ryan's physique is more afraid of the cold, so he wrapped up early, but it was always within the range of formal clothes.

Bruce was helpless: "Do you think it's possible?" He naturally took Ryan's hand and frowned: "Why is it so cold? Next time, don't wear formal clothes, change to warmer ones."

He didn't give Ryan a chance to refuse, and pulled him down.

"Welcome, Mr. Bruce Wayne." Pepper had received the notice a long time ago and walked out of the house with a decent smile: "Mr. Wait a moment."

Of course, everyone knows that regret is fabricated, and everyone knows what Tony Stark looks like.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, put on his signature charming smile, and extended his hand to shake Pepper politely: "I understand, but a beauty like you..."

"Well..." Ryan shivered, quickly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and sneezed: "Sorry for the interruption, you continue."

Bruce frowned, and immediately let go of Pepper's hand.Turning around, he gathered up his coat for Ryan, buttoned the buttons he hadn't buttoned, and rubbed his metallic but soft hair with one hand helplessly, and sighed.Turning to Little Pepper, he said, "Can we go in first? It's a bit windy outside."

Little Pepper blinked, pretending that she didn't see anything: "Of course, Mr. Wayne." She herself was only wearing a professional skirt, and quietly told the assistant to turn the air conditioner in the room to hot air.

Ryan: "..." How do I tell them I'm not sneezing because I'm cold?

In fact it was still a little hot.

New York is much, much warmer than Gotham.After thinking about it for a while, Ryan took off his hat after entering the room, and quietly unbuttoned the button Bruce had just buttoned.

The female assistant handed Pepper a cup of hot cocoa. She thanked Pepper with a smile, and asked Bruce, "Maybe a cup of hot cocoa would be better, sir? Date... Ryan!" Pepper's eyes widened. Only then did he see clearly the face of the man in the hat following behind the billionaire.

"Do you know each other?" Bruce looked back and forth between the two of them. He took a sip of overheated cocoa, tested the temperature, and handed it to Ryan after confirming that it was not too hot.

He was worried that the burn on Ryan's hand was not healed (although it was healed) and the sensitive mouth was closer to the temperature that the burned skin could feel.

"Thank you." The temperature is just right.

Bruce nodded to Pepper.

Ryan was very helpless when he took the hot cocoa. He didn't know when he looked so fragile.He smiled and looked at Pepper: "Long time no see, Viki, miss me?"

She has long been used to Stark's bad-tempered Pepper, who is used to turning a blind eye to the billionaire's outrageous behavior, and the joy of seeing Ryan has made her leave the real guest aside: "You have changed A lot! Ryan, I'll get Tony, he'll be very happy to see you."

She stepped on high heels and walked downstairs quickly, as if she was not wearing high heels but some kind of running aid.

Bruce raised his eyebrows, this was the first time he was ignored by others like this.He looked at Ryan with interest, eager to know what he had experienced here.

Ryan looked back at him: nothing.

Bruce raised his eyebrows: Really?

Lane looked away.

Bruce shrugged, forget it, he'll find out later anyway.

"Jarvis?" Ryan asked into the empty air.Bruce picked up the undrinked hot cocoa that he put on the table and drank it, and compared the softness of the sofa he was sitting on with his own sofa in his heart.

Sure enough, Wayne Manor is better.

"I'm here, sir. What help do you need?" Jarvis quickly responded: "Nice to see you again." Mr. Batman, who already knew Stark's details, did not make any extraordinary moves.

"Help me unfold the control panel." Almost as soon as the words fell, a blue light curtain quietly unfolded in front of him. He turned on his phone, found reports and materials related to poison gas, and uploaded them to Stark's database .

"Is the first thing you came back to occupy Jarvis? I almost doubt that you would not have come if it wasn't for Jarvis." Tony Stark, wearing a overalls, tried the oil on his hand, and walked into the meeting room. living room.

The little pepper walking beside him gave him a hard look.

"Okay." Tony raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "I'm glad to meet you, ... Ryan." He whispered to Pepper: "Is it okay now?"

Ryan shrugged and put on his smirk: "I miss you very much, Tony." He pointed to Bruce who was sitting next to him and was completely ignored by Stark: "This is Mr. Bruce Wayne, I employer."

"Oh, well. Your employer, sorry Mr. Wayne, didn't see you just now."

He handed the handkerchief for wiping hands to Little Pepper, then turned and walked towards the wine cabinet. "What do you want to drink..." He suddenly stopped and reacted: "Wait, what did you say? Sorry, I stayed up all night, and my brain is a little...you know. Can you say it again? About your employer."

Pepper threw away the handkerchief with a look of disgust, and sat on the sofa on Ryan's right.

Ryan shrugged: "Let me put it in an easy-to-understand way, BOSS, my boss, I am now his secretary, bodyguard and whatever."

Bruce just smiled and said nothing.

"Are you kidding?" Tony, who was standing by the wine cabinet, strode over, his wide brown eyes full of disbelief: "You rejected MIT, the whole Ivy! You even rejected me lab! Now you're a bodyguard! I don't mean a bodyguard...you're a Blake! You're my cousin!"

Bruce took a sip of cocoa concealedly, his face remained calm, but his blue eyes couldn't hide his surprise.He didn't know that Ryan and Stark still had this relationship.

Ryan sighed, that's why he didn't want to come, he raised his eyes, his bright red eyes looked straight at him, with a commercial smirk still on his face: "So?"

Tony choked hard, and Pepper also restrained his smile: "We hope you can receive a good education, Tony hopes you can be like him...you know." He only has you as a relative.

Tony nodded involuntarily, and echoed Pepper's words: "It's not about being a bodyguard. With your talent, you could have surpassed me." He looked at Bruce Wayne viciously, who had always argued with him about this The guy who ranked No. [-] on the Forbes rich list has no good feelings, and now he is even more angry: "What did he give you?"

Bruce finally put down the hot cocoa, his steel blue eyes looked straight at the already famous Iron Man fearlessly, and said faintly: "If he wants, I can give him the whole Wayne." Wayne Manor , and even Wayne Enterprises, which is worth more than 90 billion U.S. dollars and has an annual net profit of more than 11 billion U.S. dollars.

The other three people present all stared at him with wide eyes, as if they were looking at a lunatic, and no one thought that he would say such a thing.Even Pepper, Tony Stark just hired her as CEO.

Ryan coughed lightly, breaking the awkward silence: "He drank too much. I'm just not interested in studying in school. You know, Tony."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

Tony Stark put his arms around his chest and snorted coldly.Obviously not fooled by his rhetoric.

"I'll get you something to drink." Little Pepper stood up and walked towards the wine cabinet.

She still regretted that Ryan could not continue his studies. After all, when he first met Ryan, he was only 17 years old, and he showed amazing talents in energy, machinery and artificial intelligence.

Tony is talented.They all know.

Besides, he was Tony's cousin.

Ryan showed the content on the light screen to Tony: Stark: "We are here to ask for your help, Tony, this matter is urgent."

Bruce nodded, he regretted that Ryan must come with him.

Tony didn't even look at the content on the light curtain: "I'll help you, but you have to promise me one condition."

Ryan raised an eyebrow, but Bruce frowned.He rushed ahead of Ryan and asked, "What conditions?"

At this moment, Pepper took a bottle of vodka. The 1892 Absolut Vodka, Lane recognized immediately, and he also had a bottle of Falconi gifted him, which was always in his liquor cabinet.

While pouring the wine, Tony said casually: "He." He held the wine bottle to Ryan: "I have to come here four days a month to learn what he should learn."

Ryan raised his eyebrows and replied before Bruce: "Of course, cousin."

This is not difficult.Of course, the premise is that Batman doesn't cause any trouble during his absence.

Bruce didn't speak.Silently thinking about how feasible it is to come here with Ryan.

Tony snorted dissatisfiedly again, handed the glass to Ryan, and the other to Bruce.The transparent wine is mixed with ice cubes, and it is very beautifully crystal clear under the light.

Ryan took his wine glass and sniffed it. A scent of vanilla mixed with the mellow wine smelled.

He took his glass from Bruce's hand again and poured the liquor into his own.How does Batman drink?To be honest he never saw Bruce drink, it was always soda or ginger ale.

This can be said to be very impolite behavior, even rude.

But Bruce didn't say anything, he just quietly picked up the hot cocoa that Ryan had completely abandoned.

Tony slumped, not because of Ryan's reckless behavior (he himself is not a person who abides by rules and disciplines), but because of Bruce's connivance.

"What do you need my help for?" His tone was extremely bad.

"We found this." Ryan stood up, tapped twice on the light curtain to enlarge the picture, and Stark's words were clearly displayed in front of him. "This is a recent batch of orders from Stark. We compared the gas in this gas tank, which is a new type of poisonous gas."

He opened the password box just at his feet, and took out a small bottle of gas that was sealed in the bag: "We want to find out who created it, maybe he has an antidote, or the idea of ​​making an antidote."

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