[Iron Man] at one point

There was an awkward silence in the helicopter.Stark took off the helmet and put it on his lap, beating the beat with his hands idly.

"Can we really put the Mandarin in jail like this?" Hawkeye couldn't help asking after a few minutes.

"Do you want to let him go?" The Wasp who had just been rescued cast a dissatisfied glance at him.

"No, I just think, what prison can trap him?" Hawkeye muttered.

Yes, this is the most troublesome problem.What kind of prison can hold a mandarin, the dome?Stark thought about it, and felt that it was a little risky. The mandarin's magic had just revealed a small part, and he beat himself all over the place. With the current defense methods of the dome, he couldn't stop him at all.

"Don't worry, there will be a place." Ant-Man sitting in the corner spoke suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Thor said dully.

"I'm sure." Although Ant-Man's face was exhausted, his expression was full of confidence.

With his affirmation, the atmosphere eased a little, Hawkeye and the Wasp started chatting, Thor also relaxed his body, leaning back in the chair, thinking about something.At this time, Stark suddenly remembered Qin Luo, and took out his mobile phone to dial her number.

"Honey, where are you?" Stark asked into the phone.

"A certain hotel in Seattle, what's wrong?" Qin Luo heard Stark's voice and found that he didn't seem happy.

"Go to New York, it's safe now." Stark simply explained a few words before ending the call.

The most urgent task now is to improve the performance of the armor. He doesn't want to experience the shame of being stripped from the armor again.That kind of weird oriental magic, after he goes back, he has to study it carefully!

With Stark's guarantee, Qin Luo immediately put on the rescue and rushed to New York.

"Stark and I will be back soon, we must do a good job of checking around the apartment." She called Hope.

that evening.

After returning to his home in New York, Qin Luo did not see Stark.This is normal, he should come back a little later than himself, Qin Luo thought about it, and planned to cook a dinner himself to celebrate the victory of the two.

It's a pity that after Stark came home, he greeted her, ignored the dinner on the table, and went straight to his workshop.

Presumably Stark was in trouble again.Qin Luo shrugged. Although she wasn't very disappointed, it really didn't feel good to be ignored by others. After thinking about it, she simply ate dinner alone and came to the basement with a freshly reheated steak. .

"What are you doing?" After entering the password, Qin Luo looked curiously at Stark who was staring at the screen motionless.

"I'm researching Chinese magic..." Stark frowned, "Unfortunately, I found nothing."

"Chinese magic, why are you suddenly interested in this?" Qin Luo put down the steak, a little puzzled.

"That Mandarin is a guy who uses Chinese magic. My armor is not resistant to his magic." Stark explained a few words vaguely.

"Well, I don't think there should be any records in these materials. You can try to contact SHIELD..." Qin Luo looked at the material he was reading—Shan Hai Jing.

"Contact S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Stark sneered, "You're thinking too much, dear."

"...I still have a few things to remind you. You must attend the press conference tomorrow and the two farewell ceremonies next week." Qin Luo decided to give up arguing with him on this issue .

"Farewell ceremony for the body? Whose?" Stark didn't know why.

"The two stuntmen, have you forgotten?" Qin Luo stared at him, "You have to go."

"I will go." Stark was silent for a moment, then agreed in a low voice.

"Finally, Tony, remember to eat." Qin Luo pointed to the steak on the table.

"I'm not hungry."

"You're not Iron Man, dear."

Stark stared at her for a long time, then nodded.

Did you say something wrong?Qin Luo was a little confused.

"Hello, Agent Coulson." Back in the living room, Qin Luo called Coulson.

"Hi, Miss Pep, what's the matter?"

"I want to ask, how much do you know about Chinese magic?" Qin Luo cut to the chase. She and Coulson have a very good friendship now, and they have been old friends for many years.

"I guess you knew about this operation, didn't you?" Coulson was a little helpless. According to regulations, the content of these operations cannot be leaked, but everyone understands that telling Steele one thing Xia, it is equivalent to telling Miss Potts.What surprised Coulson the most was that Ferry also seemed to acquiesce to this rule, and did not specifically ask Stark to keep Miss Potts secret.Of course, Stark also has a sense of proportion. What Potts knows is generally a rough idea, and no details will be involved.

"I know a little bit about Chinese magic, because Stark is now researching it non-stop." Qin Luo laughed.

"Actually, Stark was beaten badly, you know that?" Coulson smiled.

"What? I really don't know." Qin Luo was a little surprised, but he was relieved immediately. No wonder he was in a wrong mood. He seemed unhappy after arresting the Mandarin.

"Oh, don't tell him I told you this, I'm afraid of being beaten," Coulson said without sincerity, "Actually, I suggest that Stark contact Director Fury directly, if he really wants to study Chinese magic .”

"Come on, it's not like you don't know about his relationship with Fury," Qin Luo rubbed his temples, and he also saw that Coulson didn't want to talk about it, "Let him go, by the way, the cellist you mentioned last time , how have you been getting along recently?"

In fact, there is one more thing that Qin Luo didn't tell Stark - the actor's mother didn't intend to forgive them, and even said in the media that Stark and Potts were never welcome to attend her son's funeral.Yes, after all, his son died instead of Iron Man!

But no matter what, both of them had to go to these two farewell ceremonies.

A week later.

New York, Fallas Catholic Church.

Stark and Potts were stopped outside, as expected.

"Sorry, his mother specifically asked you not to enter." A tall man said to them.

"We just hope to have a chance to apologize to him. Is it really not possible to participate?" Although Qin Luo expected this result, he still tried to communicate with him.

"You two demons, get out of here! Don't disturb my son's sleep!" At this moment, a thin old lady rushed out and yelled at Stark and Qin Luo in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we're leaving now." Stark said suddenly, took Qin Luo's hand, turned and left.

"Tony!" Qin Luo frowned slightly, looking at her boyfriend.

"Don't make fun of yourself, they don't welcome us." Stark said coldly, and got into the car.

"I just think we..." Qin Luo was sitting in the car, pressing his hands between his eyebrows.

"Pep, you can't take it for granted." Stark's voice was a little displeased. "They don't welcome us, so we don't go. This has nothing to do with morality."

"But..." Qin Luo tried to explain.

"No, but, you should contact the family of the actress right now and ask her if she welcomes us." Stark's expression softened a little, staring at Qin Luo, "It's not your fault, you don't need to take care of yourself." responsibility."

"I know, I'm just a little uneasy." Qin Luo sighed.

"So you still manage the company well first, you know, after the press conference, the stock has been fluctuating."

"Yeah, thanks for that statement at the press conference, 'Mr. Iron Man no one can beat'."

"Am I wrong, no one can defeat us." Stark raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not in the scope of 'us', I'm being knocked down at any time, like fast food or something, they are my nemesis." Qin Luo looked calm.

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The Mandarin recovered from the hold spell and sat on the ground without saying a word.

"Hello, Mandarin," Nick Fury's voice suddenly sounded above his head, "I want to ask you a few things."

The Mandarin smiled: "Why should I answer you?"

"Maybe it's because the prison I provided you is a single room." Fury said lightly, his voice was like thunder in the ears of the Mandarin.

Yes, he is now locked in a cardboard box with a body as big as an ant.

Thank you, Ant-Man.

The Mandarin smiled.

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"Sir, the plane is about to take off, please turn off your phone." A sweet and pleasant flight attendant walked towards Iverson and reminded him softly.

"Okay, I'll hang up right away." Iverson smiled awkwardly.

"Hello." Suddenly, the voice of the neighbor came, and Iverson turned his head to look, and found that the person who struck up a conversation was actually a redhead with a good figure.

"Hello, Miss." Iverson nodded friendly to her. He remembered that he had never seen this girl before. Could it be that today is the day of his affair?He couldn't help feeling a little parched.

But Iverson is a person who is not good at communicating with people, especially girls.

Perhaps seeing his embarrassment, the girl smiled and said, "My name is Jennifer."

The two exchanged a few words like this, and Iverson instinctively felt that there was something wrong with this girl, and her eyes were always a little erratic, as if she was avoiding Iverson's sight.Maybe she's just shy, she doesn't seem to talk to men very often.Iverson thought to himself, with some inexplicable joy.

"I want to ask, are you free, can you come to my place?" After the plane landed, Iverson summoned up his courage and asked.

"...Okay, no problem." The girl blushed.

The author has something to say: I want to write a side story about Qing Si...Is there anything you want to read?The Overlord is about to surface.