The Stark Paradox

Natasha Stark is giving a speech at a high school right now.

Like many successful people, as a successful entrepreneur, Tasha has to do some public welfare activities to repay the society from time to time. These are real public welfare activities, not just signing a check for a charitable foundation.

——For example, now, go to a certain school to give a speech.

Carol didn't wake up Tasha, who hadn't slept for 27 hours, and drink twice as much coffee to wake her up, so she could screw up the speech.Although Tasha was dissatisfied with her assistant's tough stance, she still didn't want to be stepped on by her assistant's high heels.So she honestly packed herself into decent clothes and drove to the scene-Carol would always give Tasha a speech, but according to Murphy's theorem, she would definitely forget it on the bed, in the car or some corner.

But fortunately, as a Stark, the skills of talking nonsense are naturally full.

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"I thought your speech would be more... well..." Steve said to her after a speech, after waiting for everyone to leave.

"Aggressive?" Tasha finished speaking for the other party with a natural interface.Looking at the blue eyes of this man who was a head taller than her, when she said this sentence, there was a hesitation that was rarely seen in him.

"Well... Actually, I want to say, it's more ostentatious."

"Oh, this is people's consistent impression of Natasha Stark. She is arrogant and arrogant, doesn't know how to advance or retreat, and doesn't know how to be grateful." Tasha waved her hand and said indifferently about the comments about her in those magazines.

At that time, Steve didn't know that she was Iron Woman. Everyone thought that Iron Woman was her bodyguard. At that time, because of some misunderstanding, Iron Woman had to hide temporarily. Tasha needed a bodyguard, so she asked Steve came to help.

At that time, Iron Woman was one of the few friends Steve woke up from 60 years later, and Natasha Stark was just a beneficiary who was only responsible for paying the check. [1]

"..." And after she uttered this series of demeaning adjectives, she saw Steve frown slightly in disapproval - an expression like she was rushing into the most dangerous place as Iron Woman The captain would make the same expression when

Maybe this is just his concern for his old friend's daughter... Everyone knows that Captain America is a moral benchmark, and he will treat everyone with compassion, won't he?

So Natasha was satisfied to see that the other party finally didn't say anything to correct her.It reassured her but also a little frustrating.

Natasha convinced herself that keeping a little secret in front of an all-American moral model was worth the price:

Natasha Stark should be such a person, always using her mouth full of venom to hurt everyone.

—but actually this is not true.

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Tasha would never brag about her grades in a speech to belittle the IQ of those children-Carol doesn't have to worry about this at all-Tasha knows that the student stage needs more affirmation.

She concluded her presentation with a presentation of the results of a series of modern scientific studies, and then waited for questions from others.

It's never felt better, and she doesn't have to worry about someone asking tough questions about whether someone who started out as an arms force is now trying to develop a technology out of guilt - the business she's built here has never had a dark history to worry about .

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She was once called a ghost of the 20th century - because the weapons she designed as a teenager in the 90s still affect life in some places.

How did she answer those questions?Is she an arms dealer?Did she start out with arms?Does she feel guilty about it?

— I never claimed I was perfect, I've always had blood on my hands, I've always kept that in mind.

——But I don't know how much my current practice will have an impact on society in the future, I'm not sure.

——However, I am trying, I want to make this world a better place. [2]

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After Natasha finished her speech and chatted with the principal of the school, she walked out of the school and found that her parking space was empty.

This made her feel very bad-after all, not just anyone's car can turn into an alien, nor can anyone accept their car and run away without saying hello.

"Jarvis?"

"Madam, Mr. Sir said he received an emergency signal, he is sorry." The butler replied quickly.

"..." Tasha rolled her eyes, and she wasn't surprised—this was actually expected, especially since she had already encountered a Decepticon once before.

Tasha glanced at her watch, she and the mayor had to have dinner tonight.If she doesn't want to go, then for the next half hour she has to find a way to make herself look like she has been poisoned by cyanide—although the existence of Extremis prevents her from really dying from cyanide poisoning, but the process is not comfortable, and she still has Possibly subject to Carol's wrath.

After weighing the pros and cons, she sighed and made a call to ask her driver to come pick her up.

She doesn't worry about Jazz at all, firstly he has his companions to back him up, and secondly, she doesn't believe they're friendly enough to intervene in each other's * - like in the Avengers team, although everyone lives in the mansion, every Individuals have their own affairs to deal with, and all others have to do is respect individual*.

However, things around her seem to always strictly abide by Murphy's theorem[3], and infinitely magnify those improbable events with extremely small probability, which makes Tasha wonder whether she has been cursed by Wanda[4].

This time, it was the Pontiac parked in her garage smoking smoke that made Tasha suspicious.

When Tasha heard her housekeeper's report and hurried down to the garage, she happened to see the strange Chevrolet that came in with Jazz transformed into a robot—the yellow livery made Tasha's eyes shine, but soon she The attention shifted to Jazz who was having difficulty transforming and couldn't stand still after successfully transforming, pressing on the bright red Ferrari next to him.

——I still like that car very much! ! !

But now was not the time to worry about this, she opened the glass door of the garage and walked in, raising her hand under the vigilant gaze of the yellow Autobot to show that she was not hostile.

"What happened?" Tasha frowned slightly, looking at the bad Sir and asked.

"An encounter... encountered a little trouble..."

"And you got hit?"

"It's a sneak attack! Despicable!" Jazz was very dissatisfied with Tasha's evaluation, so he corrected him righteously, but this was not convincing when there were several bullets stuck in his body.

"Let me help you." Tasha said as she stepped forward and rolled up one sleeve.

"No... no need." But Jazz's words and the attitude of the yellow Autobot made it complicated. Tasha stopped, looked at Jazz, and said calmly, "You can't let yourself There's always steel plates stuck in your joints. That's going to kill you."

"...Thank you, but no, there's no need, the ambulance will be here soon, if you don't mind lending us a place." Jazz's tone was rarely serious without glib frivolity.

At this moment, even if Tasha has not fully grasped the meaning of the facial expressions of these mechanical aliens, she can still hear the meaning of Jazz's words——

They don't trust her.

Of course, it's not fair to say that, because she never trusted these silicon bases from distant galaxies.

Too many negotiations with aliens gave her experience, most of the aliens came to the earth as conquerors to show off their might.

—Oh, Thor, I don't mean you.

So Tasha shrugged, took a step back and said she wouldn't hold out any longer, and then they heard Jarvis ask from the ceiling, "Madam, there's an ambulance and a motorcycle requesting access to the garage through the back door."

"Be alert and let them in." Tasha glanced at Jazz, connected to the external surveillance and saw the familiar ambulance, and ordered to let it go.

But after a while, the ambulance and a blue motorcycle drove in, and the driver on the original motorcycle disappeared in the blink of an eye—Tasha guessed it was a trick of virtual projection—then the blue motorcycle Transformed with the ambulance into standing up, looking down at Jazz.

"Sir, are you alright?" the guy with the motorcycle transformation was clearly more female--if that's how Silicone was gendered--and she asked.

The ambulance went straight up and began to scan the body of the Jazz, and said 2 minutes later, "You are lucky that you didn't hit the fatal part." And found hardware tools such as pliers, driver, drill, etc. from the medical kit...

"Tasha, this is the Bumblebee." Jazz shrugged and looked at the murder weapon on the ambulance driver, and decided to keep silent to avoid being violently practiced. Instead, he turned to Tasha and pointed to the yellow Chevrolet before, and then pointed to another The blue motorcycle on one side "This is..."

Before he finished speaking, the female Cybertronian warrior had already stepped forward and looked down at Tasha with a very suspicious attitude, "Sir, did you let a carbon-based know about us?"

"Arcie..." Jazz wanted to explain, but was interrupted here.

"Does the leader know about this?"