The Stark Paradox

"Stark!"

"General!"

It took them a while to connect to Hawke, after all the special forces are a secret force.Of course, she could spend less time hacking into the communication system and directly breaking into Hawke's office.But at this time, she wants to know something, so it's better to be respectful, and after knowing her problem, she'd better not use the desperate situation.The faster she uses it, the more severe the results.

When Hawke showed up on the comms, his image looked as impatient as ever.

"Really a rare visitor? I thought you were busy." Hawke raised his eyebrows, disapproving.

"Don't be too grateful." Tasha reached for a rag and curled her lips.

"What's the matter?"

"No big deal...well...you know it's nighttime for me...I don't really sleep well...You know, my mind always has a lot going on. I'm laying in bed thinking about my armor How to adjust, how to find Destroyer, and then I was thinking about my big partners..."

"Stark, I don't have time for your silly daydreams."

"First of all, this is not a dream during the day...Secondly, don't worry, I'll get to the point right away... Then I suddenly thought, what happened to our enemies?" Tasha stopped and wiped the rag He threw it on the table, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the general who was standing with his hips crossed and his feet open in the projection in front of him, "General Hawke, do you know how those Decepticon wreckages are disposed of?"

"Stark."

"the third time."

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"This is the third time you've called me Stark today, and our communication is less than 7 minutes." Tasha made a stop gesture and changed into a disgusted voice, "Stop calling me like that, what the hell are you Reminds me of Nick Fury, I said I didn't say I really hated him, yeah, I guess I did, I must have said, as far as I know, this guy is hated by a lot of people..."

"Stark, what's wrong with you?" General Hawke interrupted her by shifting the weight of his foot to the other foot, frowning.

He has dealt with many annoying soldiers, but he has to admit that in the list of people he has dealt with, Stark is ranked second, and no one dares to be ranked first.

Dealing with a Stark is a disaster.

General Hawke thought, he couldn't understand what this person was thinking at all. One moment she was laughing and begging to be beaten, and the next second she was full of anger, as if she was always ready to spray poison on the people around her.

What a lunatic.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Tasha paused, then took a breath, waved her hand, and when she opened her eyes again, the mania in her eyes had disappeared, and she returned to calmness. She stretched out her hand from the table He took a screwdriver and played with it in his hand, "General Hawke, you haven't answered my question yet, where are those Decepticons?"

"I know what you're thinking, you want the best weapons, you see mechanical beings from alien planets who are naturally better at fighting than humans, and you think you need countermeasures, so you want giant robots too. But Nobody researched it, no offense, but I'm called Iron Woman for a reason, and no one on modern Earth can replicate it. So, whatever you're trying to research, stop it, amateurs on the matter No help."

"No one in this world knows weapons better than I do, I promise."

"So, tell me what you know."

*******

Half an hour later.

Optimus Prime saw the lights of the private elevator come on, and then they saw the owner of the mansion enter.

"Ms. Stark, what have you got?" Optimus Prime came over, then looked down at her, and asked in a very polite tone... There was a little apology in the tone, obviously a response to what he had done to her before. sorry for the allegations.

"Not very optimistic." Tasha shook her head, held the laser pointer spinning at her fingertips, and then held it firmly. The tip of the pen faced the blank wall and pressed a button on the pen. A blue virtual The screen unfolds from the laser pointer.It contains some scattered video images, the picture is rough, and even the lens shakes violently, which seems to be extracted from some surveillance videos.

"The military has a related contract with KSI, and all the Decepticon wreckage they get is handed over to KSI, and then they get weapons." Tasha paused and turned her head, "About this, I'm sorry I can't do anything, you guys The agreement signed with the military only covers Autobots... MIB only guarantees the life safety and rights of registered alien travelers."

"..." Optimus Prime didn't make any argument about this, he just nodded in understanding.However, it still seems difficult for him to accept that his compatriots have been reduced to guinea pigs.

"But General Hawke denied that they had any research on the restoration control of the Decepticons... He said that they only studied weapons and structures." Tasha shrugged, "I don't think he needs to lie here... Besides, I saw This..." Tasha dragged one of the videos over, ordered Jarvis to adjust to a certain frame, then freeze frame, zoom in, and restore the clear picture quality.On the screen are several soldiers who were killed.

"Hawker said that KSI had a couple of cars taken from it while transporting the wreckage...and it hasn't been recovered...I'm going to the agents to see what else we can learn...and the best we can learn The solution to the situation is, we have to find this...whether it's alive or not, bring it back and let's see what's in it." Tasha brought the scene Optimus Prime showed them back to life. ' said the Decepticon caught in front of him.

"I see." After listening to Tasha's words patiently, Optimus Prime thought for a moment and nodded.

"Very good." Tasha was satisfied when she heard this answer, she turned her head, but was stopped by Optimus Prime.

"Ms. Stark."

"Tasha." The person called turned his head to face his blue optical lens, shrugged, and corrected, "It's not Stark, that reminds me of my dad, not Natasha...that reminds me of Another agent codenamed Black Widow...is Tasha."

"Okay, Tasha." Optimus Prime sighed in his core and compromised, "Please help us. Although the Decepticons have been fighting with us for many years, they are our compatriots after all..."

"So you don't want to see them become experimental subjects." Tasha continued the words without doubt, then wiped a handful of broken hair that fell on her forehead, looked straight at Optimus Prime and sighed, "I You can give it a try, but I can't guarantee anything."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me for something I didn't promise, honey~" Tasha replied with a relaxed wink at Optimus Prime.

A year had passed, and she could easily talk to Optimus Prime without thinking about anything from the past.During the year of getting along, she also clearly discovered many differences between the leader of the Autobots and Captain America.

After getting this realization, she seriously took a while to reflect on whether she cared too much about some things in the past.She thought it was not right, Jazz often advised her that the past is past, she is a futurist, what she should do is to see the future farther than others.

The unexpected arrival of the Autobots made her flustered for a while, and now... it's time to get everything back to normal.

She's a Stark, and she can do a lot of things, and that doesn't include dwelling on the past all the time.

******

"Ms. Stark, what you want." William Brandt sat at the appointed coffee shop in Brooklyn, New York at the appointed time and read the newspaper.Half an hour later, the silver Pontiac pulled up on the side of the street and honked its horn.He paid the money and walked out, then got into the car.

Natasha Stark is in the driving position. Over the past year, they have had some contacts. Stark has many useful resources. The IMF does not want to let go of the resources that this talented engineer can bring.

He pushed the tablet in his hand to Tasha.Then he looked at the street ahead and said, "The information you want..."

"Who is this?" Tasha quickly browsed through the information on the tablet, and then looked at the side face of a man in a photo, because the pixels are not high, and the recognition is very low.

"This man is Owen Shaw, a drug dealer who also sells arms." William Brandt said, "We have been watching this man."

"Why? You don't just stare at a drug dealer, do you?" Tasha raised her eyebrows and asked. What she wanted was the whereabouts of the missing Decepticons. She didn't understand why this person appeared in the data.

"This man is a drug dealer who also sells arms...but obviously, he does more than these dangerous businesses." Brandt shook his head, "This man used to sell a lot of MARS arms on the black market...or he stole them. .”

"Either it's an illegal gain that Destroy entrusted to him." Tasha took a breath and said.

A family sells arms on both sides, the government and terrorists... Stan used to do the same.

"Also, when MARS was the military's largest arms supplier, they were responsible for researching those Decepticon wreckage." Brandy nodded in agreement with Tasha's words, and then added, "If we catch him, we can find Dai." Straw and his organization."

*****

And far away in London, in a foreign country, Dominic Tretto was assembling his team, listening to his FBI friend Hobbs telling them, "I want you to help me catch Owen Shaw, and then I will give you opportunity to bring your family back."

Hobbs dropped a photo of the woman they thought had been dead for over a year, Letty.

The author has something to say: The author is on his way home today and tomorrow, so the update will be stopped tomorrow. Whether I can update it the day after tomorrow depends on my adjustment status.