[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

San Francisco.

Stark's lecture.

It is said that it is a speech meeting, but in fact there is no fixed venue, it is just an open-air street, and the crowd is densely packed like bees, eagerly looking forward to the arrival of the desperate virus.

Everyone is perfect, every face is as delicate as if it was snapped out of a magazine, and every body is carefully carved without any flaws.

Jason: ...what the fuck is this big freak show?

He mingled with Peter in the crowd, distracted by the frenzy.

Now San Francisco has become a "City of God", and it is Tony Stark who decides who is eligible to stay here. The unintentional God only likes perfect things. He invented the Extremis virus and repaired everyone's flaws.

The two of them fit in perfectly here, their superhero past makes every muscle of them seem to be sculpted, not to mention their good looks, Peter has been transformed by spider serum, and Jason...

Many people said that Wayne's criterion for choosing children is to look at their faces.

Peter said that Iron Man has changed a lot, but this—?

There are a billion points outrageous.

It's only been more than a week, but it has reached this point?

The black-haired young man pushed away the people who were pushing over, and turned his head with difficulty: "Your Mr. Stark, you can't stay in New York, why did you come to San Francisco?"

This is very strange, everyone knows that the headquarters of the Avengers is in New York, and the Avengers Building belonging to Tony is also located in the outskirts of New York.

Peter: "...uh, I don't know either."

Jason: "Where are the Avengers? Where's Captain America?"

Captain America probably could have broken the legs of the white pot, which is what the symbol of free spirit hated most, but why did they all disappear overnight?

Bizarro was forcibly held in the hotel by Jason. The big man was too conspicuous, so he could only use it as a backup plan. If something happened, he could come to the rescue.

Peter said dejectedly: "I don't know, they all disappeared suddenly."

Jason said with a straight face: "That's fine, why did you insist on bringing the cat?"

Little Spider: "..."

"Mr. Stark is here!" He wiped his face, looked left and right, and finally found a chance to change the subject.

Tony, who was forced to live in a public rental cat, was refreshed and gritted his teeth: 【He's finally here, damn it, where did he hide my body? 】

A white dazzling armor stepped on the clouds and landed on the heads of the crowd.

"Ah ah Tony!"

"iron Man!"

"Call me Anthony, beauty." The man in armor chuckled and shook his head: "I don't like the name Tony."

His arrival started a carnival, and these beautiful chosen people on the ground stretched their arms eagerly, just to get closer to him.

The pigeon flew across the sky, and its pure wings landed on the man's shoulders. The sky was blue without any impurities, and the sun was not blocked by clouds, and it fell on the ground.

What a cool appearance.

Bruce glanced at his companion lightly, and let out a snort.

Tony took a deep breath: [...Damn it. 】

It's too shameful, Tony hasn't done this kind of work for many years, the last big show scene was accompanied by a lap dance, and now it's good——

Not only was he ashamed to watch, but he was also publicly executed in front of Wayne.

Jason squinted, blocking the sun with his hands.

Iron Man, whose personality has changed drastically, no longer uses the original all-encompassing mask, his handsome face is exposed, and there is a lazy smile on his lips.

Anthony joked: "Oh... I'm late, the carnival last night was too exhausting."

There was a lot of laughter.

Everyone knows that there is a never-ending party in Stark Tower, flowers, alcohol, and beauties are all around God, there are no drugs, and the Extremis virus is [-] times more sensitive than them.

"No crime, no ugliness, no illness..." The man lowered his eyes: "Those idiots on Capitol Hill only know bullshit..."

He sneered disdainfully, snapped his fingers, and opened his arms: "I can maintain world peace alone."

"That's right!"

"Ahhh yes!"

The crowd was extremely excited, and the voices of echoing praise were mixed into a pile.

Jason: "..."

Peter was so shocked by the situation that he was almost dumbfounded. Jason pulled him and moved to the little spider's ear: "He's so flirtatious."

Crazy, rambunctious, and overly arrogant, anyone who has a big change in temperament will have clues, but when it comes to Tony Stark, everything is so reasonable.

The little spider nodded dully, and hugged the cat in his arms tightly.

Jason: "I bet you he's showing his face just to be admired—"

The rest of the words stuck in his throat, and Jason inadvertently met a half-smile look.

Jason: ...is he looking at me?Still looking at Peter?

Neither is a good thing.

He subconsciously pulled Peter away, and the crowd was pushing towards Anthony, the two of them were like two stones against the current.

You can't fight with Anthony in this kind of place. A dense crowd means a lot of casualties. In the past, Iron Man would blame himself because an ordinary person was injured, but now this ghost...

He wouldn't even blink when all these people were dead, he would just smile and create another batch of beauties.

Peter quietly shot out the spider silk to the distance, grabbed Jason's arm, and swung it in a perfect arc with a whimper.

Fortunately, Anthony attracted all the attention. Jason couldn't help but feel relieved when he saw that he was about to leave this ghostly place.

"Hi."

A laughing voice sounded behind them.

In the next second, the flexible spider silk was burned, and the blazing light blade swept in front of their eyes, and the ground was burned with black marks, which were deep to the bone.

Jason:  …

Peter took most of the impact off Jason, but even so, the fall from that height still sprained his ankle.

Anthony watched them both get up and put on a guarded posture.

"Don't be so nervous." The man fell down with a chuckle, one of them was familiar to him, but the other——

"A bat cub?" He bent down, as if to check Jason's injuries.

The black-haired young man pulled out the gun suddenly, a sense of crisis filled his every nerve, the insurance had been removed, and the bullet was ready to go.

Jason said coldly: "You should continue to play God."

He shifted the muzzle of his gun and pointed to the crowd a few streets away.

"I'm not playing God." Anthony smiled. "I've always been playing human."

He teased Jason like a kitten. The symbiote armor and technology far ahead of the times made him really a god.

Why not put the world in a jar?

Tony Stark is a man cursed by knowledge. Although he has a mortal body, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with a god.

Arming the planet with armor and letting the so-called freedom go to hell—this is what he has always thought, but after being reversed, Anthony suddenly felt that his own brain was sick.

Why care about people who don't matter?

What was he struggling with before?

The Justice League has gradually disappeared since Batman, and the Avengers are superheroes on the surface, and everyone forces them to sign the agreement.

The well-dressed politician drops a pen.

"Otherwise you will retire."

Who the hell begged to be the goddamn superhero?

Running around in the flames of war, fighting countless unknown enemies, watching his old friends die, walking away, in that terrible world, even his last friend Steve Rogers was brainwashed into a Hydra team leader.

He snapped his fingers disgustingly, lost half his life, and returned to the empty building with the time machine glowing a cold blue light.

Going back to the past, you can fight again, let alone other things, at least the old Popsicle can be saved.

But my old self was so stupid.

It is clear that they have already reached the timeline of the past, but they are like a timid little mouse—not daring to change the past drastically, but just thinking of grabbing something like the Ten Commandments so as to increase the bargaining chips for the future.

His personality reversal is not a simple reversal of good and evil.

It's just a different way of thinking, a way of thinking that has been suppressed in the bottom of my heart and locked firmly.

what.

It turned out to be like this.

He finally got rid of the shackles, and the shackles that imprisoned his soul burst open.

"Hey, we didn't do anything illegal." Peter pointed to the drone in the sky: "You didn't do anything with those gadgets."

The man in armor glanced at Peter and Jason lightly, and smiled lowly.

"You are hurt."

Peter rubbed his back, the spider serum was rapidly healing the wound, but it still needed a certain process.

Anthony sighed: "Peter, when I saw you last time, you still called me Mr. Stark."

"That's why I didn't know you were a fake!"

Anthony shook his head nonchalantly, and took out a small injection: "The Extremis virus can make you look brand new in an instant—kid, you don't need it, but your friend is not as strong as you."

The armor suddenly turned into a silver-white liquid. This living symbiosis entwined itself around Jason's body without Anthony's command.

Tony: [? ? ?etc?what's the situation? 】

Jason couldn't help swearing: "What the hell are you doing!"

Peter narrowed his eyes, and the spider's thread stuck to Anthony's body, throwing him far away, smashing several walls.

"Treatment?" Anthony answered leisurely.

The smoke and dust hadn't cleared away, but it was clear that there was an unharmed figure hidden inside.

The symbiote forcefully tore Jason away from the defensive position, and then tightly controlled it. Peter bit his lip and slammed hard, but the place where his fist hit would automatically become soft, and then he would attack again. buffer.

Bruce was shocked and angry: [Stark, you——]

Tony: [——This is not me! 】

"Don't move around." Anthony glanced at Peter warningly, and the symbiote took the injection and stayed by Jason's neck.

Anthony: "Let's all save trouble, kid, do you really think that tricks that can be used by children can deceive people?"

Jason glared at Peter: "Get out of here...!"

"I don't like your talking." Anthony moved his fingers, and the symbiote obediently formed a half-closed mask, covering the lower half of Jason's face.

"It's so pitiful." He smiled: "Doesn't it feel good to be hurt?"

Tony: [—stop it, damn it!Don't! 】

"It might hurt a little."

In the blink of an eye, the slender needle quickly pierced into the blood vessel.

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