[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Peter didn't know what was going on, it was obvious that the person in the puppet cat was Batman, but he always felt that at that moment, he saw Tony.

Not that Anthony, but his Mr. Stark.

Jason: "What? Did you see the white pot? Didn't Cory say he fucked in the second bedroom?"

Peter: "Huh?"

He's a little hard to explain, it's outrageous to see Mr. Wayne looking at Tony, but if he tells his friends that he sees the cat as Tony-that's even more outrageous.

Jason's Sense of Words and Mood skills are full. After all, he has to master this since he was a child. The black-haired young man tilted his head slightly, hugged the little black face, stuck his front paws, and stared at the pair of round blue eyes.

For so many days, he has been treating the little black face as a moving doll, a creature like a cat, unless you fix its head, you can't see the face clearly.

Look at it this way.

It seems... is there a problem?

During the time when he lived with Dick, no matter what he did, Mao Tuanzi would cling to him and act like a spoiled child. The appearance of the little black face and the eyes of Jason could be said to be very clear.

But now the cat seemed to be trying to make himself dull, no matter how he looked at it, Jason felt a little guilty about those blue eyes.

Jason asked Peter, "Are you talking about Tony right?"

Peter: "Cough... I'm imitating Mr. Stark's thinking, just, just talking to myself."

Jason nodded calmly, telling the little spider to continue looking for the secret room.

[System, teach me soul magic. 】

He lowered his eyes slightly, and the knowledge he saw from Strange surged up one by one.

Magic is very unconventional and has no certain principles. If it is really regulated by the requirements of the material world, let alone Newton will be angry, and even Darwin will throw his coffin.

Spider-Man doesn't just sit around and call Tony to a cat.

Jason: "Peter, I need to ask Cory for a favor, and I will leave for a few minutes."

He walked to the stairwell, leaned against the wall, and stroked the cat's head meaninglessly.

Tony: […]

He was terrified of being touched, so he hurriedly knocked on the autistic dark knight.

Tony: [Bruce, your cub looks like—]

Jason: "Tony?"

Tony's voice became weaker and weaker: [... found me. 】

Bruce: [It's very possible, so it's up to you next, don't let him find me. 】

Jason: "Tony."

This time, he said it in a firm tone. If he was still a little uncertain just now, he would be sure in minutes after seeing the stiffness in the cat's eyes.

system:【! 】

The system's voice stuttered a little, and it sounded a little desperate: 【Are you sure this is Iron Man? 】

It is not uncommon for a human to become a cat, but it is completely different when a human soul enters a cat's body. The latter belongs to the distress instinct of the consciousness when dying. It sounds very unmaterialistic, and it is much more difficult.

Not to mention that this is not an ordinary operation at all.

There is only one possibility.

When Bruce died, the blessing spell he threw took effect.

No one knows what this ancient magic will do or what it will cost - but what about Iron Man?

shit.

And Bruce—how much had he seen?

The system is suffocating: [Wait a minute. 】

He made a few mysterious gestures, and a golden magic circle appeared in the air. Jason hooked his fingers and flew into his hand.

Tony's eyes widened in horror, this gaudy magic circle, that juggling long-faced mage once used it to cut off the head of a monster!

"Meow woo woo—meow meow!"

Maotuanzi struggled fiercely, Jason raised the corners of his lips slightly, grabbed the back of Tony's fate's neck, and shook it.

Jason: "You seem to understand what I'm doing."

"Meow!"

Jason: "Are you Iron Man? Just meow twice."

"Meow meow!"

Tony stretched out his claws, hugged Jason's wrist tightly, nodded hurriedly, and the hairs all over his body exploded one by one.

Jason lowered his hand and furrowed his eyebrows.

"So, what's going on?"

He took out a small device from his body, which can project human consciousness into words. Before going out, he grabbed a few black technologies in the Batcave, but he didn't expect it to be used.

Tony meowed, and a line of words floated in the air.

[Don't tell Peter, my body is in this building. 】

[I don't know why it turned into a cat. 】

Although Jason still had a lot of questions to ask, it was obviously not a good time. He fiddled with the converter twice, adjusted the channel, and connected it to his miniature headset.

"I'm going to meet Peter."

He unzipped his jacket, stuffed the cat into his arms, and walked a few steps, his face suddenly turned dark.

Jason: "You should know, I can hear your thoughts now."

Tony was a little suffocated, of course he knew it, but the harder he tried to restrain himself, the more he couldn't help thinking——

A head protruded from the ceiling, and Peter did a somersault and landed firmly.

Jason took a breath patiently, and said to Peter, "Don't make such a big move while you're wearing this dress, and I know where to find your Mr. Stark."

Peter: "Then let's go now, you are really amazing, but I also found two secret rooms..."

Jason pulled Peter into the elevator, and viciously hammered the button leading to the top floor.

This floor seemed out of place with the whole building, it was pitch black and the lights were not turned on, because the sound insulation effect was very good, so no sound could be heard.

Jason put on the night vision goggles and turned left.

The little spider followed closely, step by step: "How do you know which way to go—"

"Open up."

Tony in the headset: "Hanging up?"

Now, I really look like a grandfather with me.

He is a bit autistic, but he still works hard to direct Jason. Although Stark Tower has changed a lot, his way of thinking is still the same as Anthony.

[Yes, behind that is my armor showcase, it should be here. 】

spectacular.

In the wide hall, countless armors were placed quietly, one after another, so densely packed that you couldn't see the end at a glance.

Peter stepped up and gently pressed his hands against the hard shell of the armor.

"Mr. Stark." There was light in his eyes, and his throat tightened a bit.

Tony: [Hey kid, I'm right here, don't hang your face. 】

Jason followed Tony's instructions and walked back. Halfway there, Tony couldn't help but be taken aback.

That's not what he made.

But these armors are not all white, the front ones are still painted in gold and red, but they are covered with scratches, and a deep mark is embedded on the chest, which is enough to see the danger at that time.

Tony pursed his lips, and his tone became a little lower: [Has something happened to Captain America. 】

That was the mark from the vibration gold shield.

The two kept walking, but they couldn't find Tony. There was nothing in it except the armor.

Still hopeful, Peter hoarsely asked, "Will it be inside the armor?"

"What are you looking for?"

Accompanied by this sound, the eyes of all the armors lit up instantly, and the sleeping Iron Legion all turned their heads and stared at the two of them.

"Oh my God!" Peter was so frightened that he punched out, and the armor that was hit flew a long way, lying on the ground staggered.

"Find the real owner here." Jason held the gun, and before he had time to remove the safety, the attack flashed in front of him.

The fiery laser hit the place where he was standing just now, creating a scorched black pit.

"Is there any way for me to stop these damn things?" Jason rolled on the floor, in order to protect the cat in his arms, the already difficult situation became even more embarrassing.

Boom!

The black-haired young man stretched out his hand to block, but he was sent flying and hit the wall with a bang.

"Hmm!" Even his body, which had been strengthened by the Extremis Virus, almost didn't recover.

"This way!"

Peter hung his clothes with the spider silk, and with a jerk, he swung into the inner room, and the spider thread shot out, and the door was glued tightly.

A huge bed was placed in the middle of the room, surrounded by bits and pieces of mechanical components. Jason covered the place where he was hit and slowly sat down on the ground.

It turned out to be a bedroom.

Who would lay out so much armor outside their bedroom?Anthony literally lived in the armory.

Peter squatted down, anxiously: "Let me see, is the injury serious? I'm sorry if I were earlier—"

Jason's pupils shrank, and he interrupted Peter abruptly: "What is that?"

Beside the luxurious soft bed was a transparent tin can. The person inside had his eyes closed, and his head and face were covered with hoarfrost.

Peter: "Mr. Stark!"

The little spider didn't know how he got there. He opened his eyes wide and stared at Tony's body. There was some fog in the can, so he couldn't see what was inside.

Jason got up on the ground.

He didn't even know what to say, it was just too perverted.

Who would freeze themselves in a transparent can, and then put it on the side of the bed to admire?

You are not right.

You're right, no one can play better than Stark, not even Wayne.

The transparent can was sealed, and neither Jason nor Peter dared to open it rashly. No one knew whether a violent breakthrough would bring about any irreversible consequences.

"It turns out that you have been looking for him."

There was a loud noise, and a big hole was hammered out of the roof. Anthony stepped out of the armor, saw the shape of the little spider, and clapped with interest.

"It's pretty." He walked over lightly.

Peter raised his vigilance, his eyes were a little red from being too excited: "What did you do to Mr. Stark!"

Anthony chuckled: "It's nothing, I put him here just to remind you."

"By the way." He pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "You are asking me what's wrong with him."

Jason hugged the cat tightly, his hands tightened unconsciously.

Anthony said very calmly, "He's dead."

Peter opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He stared at the man in front of him closely, as if he didn't understand what he said.

Anthony snapped his fingers: "Friday."

A puff of white gas was emitted from the transparent can, and the lid was slowly opened.

Peter couldn't help taking a step back.

"No, Mr. Stark—" he murmured, "Wake up..."

The reactor on Tony's chest is gray and appears to be asleep.

Anthony lowered his eyes wearily: "Why do you have to wake him up? Let alone whether the dead can wake up, what's the point of waking up in this damn world?"

Tony: [Hey!Still very interesting!How do you know it's not interesting? 】

Gritting his teeth, Peter raised the huge bed and slammed it heavily towards Anthony.

Peter: "You're not he—"