Marvel turns into Iron Man

"We have an appointment first, but I really don't want to be teammates with someone like you."

Gamora glanced at him like looking at a scumbag, said, then turned and walked towards the gangway.

"I'm going to inform the buyer now that we're on our way, and..."

And when she was about to leave, as if she remembered something, Gamora stopped in her tracks.

She turned her head again, looked at Peter Quill, and spoke with meaningful words.

"Seriously - Quill, your ship really makes me sick."

Leaving behind such a taunting remark, she walked up the gangway without looking back, and walked towards the cockpit.

Looking at the wriggling round butt, Quill showed a complicated expression.

"Hey, seriously—that's where it's at."

"Using a black light, the entire spaceship is full of abstract paintings that I imitated Jackson Pollock."

Facing Rocket Raccoon's scum-like gaze, he lightly rubbed his nose and said seriously.

Jackson Pollock was a cutting-edge abstract painter in the United States in the 50s and [-]s.

He created a unique drip painting method, which is also named after it.

Probably spread a huge canvas on the ground, and use a paintbrush to splash paint on the canvas.

Creation does not require prior planning, and painting does not require a fixed location.

Walking around on the canvas at will, unconsciously creating complex and difficult to distinguish paintings with chaotic lines.

This kind of painting has no design structure, no core idea, and no structure can be identified.

It can be said to be a painting method with the most distinctive characteristics of abstract expressionism.

On the other hand, when Quayle says something like that, he means something a little off.

The effect of the black light is to reveal the water stains, and obviously, there is no trace of paint on the boat.

In other words, only Quill splashed his bodily fluids on the steel plate of the cabin with drip painting to get the black light.

It's a pity that the Rockets can't understand what Jackson Pollock is, so they can't understand the connotation of Quill's words.

"Seriously, you should go get some medicine, Quill."

Rocket shook his head slightly, left such a sentence, and then took root in his work again.

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Being rudely thrown on the sofa, Xingyun struggled hard, but there was no sign of breaking free at all.

The locks on his body were all used by the Nova Corps to trap prisoners, so they naturally possessed strong endurance.

If Xing Yun broke free from the shackles like this, where would the Nova Legion's face be placed?

"Let me go, what do you want to do—"

"Thank you, can you give us a little privacy now?"

Ignoring Nebula who was struggling on the sofa, Miss Stark said to Roy with a smile.

"Of course, miss, but I still want to tell you..."

"Our Nova Legion has no habit of abusing captives at present..."

Roy looked at the mechanical girl tied to the sofa, shook his head with a wry smile and said.

"Oh, of course, why should I abuse her."

"Although I'm not a good person, it doesn't mean that I'm a bad person who abuses prisoners."

As if hearing some inexplicable joke, Miss Stark showed a surprised expression.

If he didn't know what she did before, I'm afraid Roy would really believe her because of her acting skills.

He had already told everything he needed to do, so he didn't intend to stay here any longer. Shaking his head, Roy left the room.

As a result, only Nebula writhing on the sofa and Miss Stark herself were left in the warden's personal room in Klin Prison.

At that moment, she also put away the smile on her face, and then slowly sat down opposite Xingyun.

"Hello, Xingyun, strictly speaking, this seems to be our first official meeting."

Thinking of the previous scene in Temple No. [-], Miss Stark suddenly remembered something and said.

"Look at my brain, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Anthony Natasha Stark, from Earth."

She crossed her arms and looked at Nebula with scrutiny, without a smile on her face.

She looked at Xingyun's purely mechanical body, with a look of longing in her eyes.

It was exactly like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time and finally saw its prey.

It's a pity that Xingyun doesn't know what hunger is, nor does he know what wolf is.

"I am very interested in your body structure, or... I am very interested in the technology of Titan Star."

Miss Stark said, slowly got up from the sofa, walked around the sofa and came to the back of Nebula.

She stared at the bareheaded girl from top to bottom, pure desire written all over her face.

"Look at this purely mechanical structure, it is beautiful and fascinating."

Hearing the words of the woman behind him, he also felt that the other's hand was falling on his neck.

Inexplicably, a feeling called fear appeared in Xing Yun's heart, and it continued to expand.

Even if she transformed herself into Thanos like this, she didn't have such a creepy feeling.

The woman's voice seemed to be like a gangrene, scratching Xing Yun's heart again and again.

"To be honest, I am a very thorough scientific researcher, and I am very interested in your body structure."

As she spoke, Miss Stark's hand slowly slid across Nebula's cold metal body.

"I hope that in the next period of time, you can cooperate with me in some technical cooperation."

Strictly speaking, Miss Stark does have a strong interest in the extinct Titan civilization.

It's a pity that at this stage, she still has no way to directly find the ruins of the Titan star.

Thanos is not only a powerful fighter, but also a scholar with rational thinking.

As the last member of the Titan civilization, he naturally has the important task of protecting the Titan civilization.

During the brief contact, she has discovered that Thanos has an extreme desire to protect the Titan civilization.

In other words, Miss Stark couldn't get any news about Titan from Thanos.

This made it very difficult for her to deal with, and she could only place her hopes on Xingyun——

She is trying to reverse some Titan star technology by analyzing the technological achievements on her body.

Of course, she doesn't know whether she can go to Titan to carry out relic excavation and research work.

But right now, Miss Stark can no longer suppress her desire.

The nebula in front of her eyes seemed to be a rare treasure, constantly tempting her.

PS:

I shouldn't touch my mom's instant coffee powder, damn it, it's 03:30 and I'm not sleepy