Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

"Don't you think... there's something weird in my room?" Tony asked tentatively.

"I don't think so." Carl acted as if he didn't see the armor standing beside Tony's bed.

"You have nothing to ask me?" Tony asked again.

"No." Carl answered simply and neatly.

He lowered his head and sent a text message to Pep. Jarvis took this opportunity to quietly walk out of the room from Carl. Tony stared at Jarvis who was manipulating the armor, then at Carl, and finally Still lying on the bed without making a sound.

Pep didn't realize how serious it was when he got the text from Carl.

Although she is Tony's secretary, she and Tony don't get along much in a real sense. Excluding the time when she deals with the "garbage" for Tony - supermodels with big breasts and no brains, one-night stands - the time when the two of them meet The number of times can be counted on one's fingers.

The aftermath of Tony's announcement to stop the weapons development project is still slowly radiating outward. She is busy dealing with the company's transformation and doesn't pay much attention to Tony. In addition, the news of Ms. Carter's death has spread to everyone. Pep Guess that's why Tony hasn't been out pubs, parties, and messing around for a while now.

As far as she knew about the Starks, the sadder they were, the more dissolute they were, and it wasn't Tony's style to nestle quietly like this.

However, considering that the place where Tony is hiding is his laboratory, Pep feels that Tony is probably immersed in research-the laboratory is like an impenetrable psychological safe house for the Starks.

Stark, who is in the laboratory, believes that he can control everything, and the satisfaction brought by the desire for power and control will make them excited in all directions, which is the most effective way for them to deal with grief.

Strictly speaking, Pep and Tony haven't seen each other for more than a month.

Therefore, when she finished her stressful work and hurried into Tony's office, and found Tony in the lounge who was forcibly pinned on the bed by Karl, she was naturally frightened by Tony's dying state. Scream out loud:

"Tony! What the hell happened!"

"As you can see, my dear Pep, a little aftereffect of inappropriate experimentation."

Tony looked sleepy. He raised his eyelids and glanced at Pep, who was covering his lips and tears were about to fall, showing an expression mixed with impatience, embarrassment and guilt.

"Don't worry, Pep, he just looks serious." Carl walked up behind her, "but I'm sure if you don't take action, you may have the honor of attending the third Stark's funeral - don't stare I, I can't stare at him all the time, can I?"

"You two idiots," Pep scolded. "Especially you, Tony, what are you thinking?"

"Since you were kidnapped, everything has been wrong since you came back. First you shut down the weapons manufacturing department, and then disappeared without saying a word-I thought you had serious introspection, Tony, I really thought you had introspection. After recklessly throwing down a mess for me to clean up—you made me the president of Stark Industries the day before yesterday, I thought it was my job being recognized... Oh my god, what kind of experiment made you like this? You What are you researching?"

"Hey ma'am, calm down please?" Tony pushed back, "I promise I'll fix it soon."

"He will, Pep." Carl was probably the most calm person in the room. "I'm sure Tony is actively trying to find a way. He's not one to sit still. I just asked you to come over and let you know what he's doing." The situation. After all, you are the best of all people to watch over and blame him."

But that's not the case.

Tony.Stark is a scientist and inventor, but knows almost nothing about business. When Howard and Maria were "alive", he was supported by his parents. After Howard and Maria "death", it is no exaggeration to say that he relied on Pep kept it.

This woman whose position is only a secretary is doing the work that the president should do, supporting the entire company when Tony completely ignores it and hinders it from time to time.Tony transferred the position of president to her not long ago, which is undoubtedly an affirmation and compliment to her.

And a kind of cryptic...showing weakness and fawning.

He also has to do something to expose or he really can't figure out how to deal with palladium poisoning.

Tony looked at Carl's expression as if he saw something that could not be explained by scientific logic:

"Are you the devil?!"

Carl gave him a sweet smile back: "Sometimes yes, Nini."

"I want to know what happened, Tony." Pep had calmed down, "tell me what's going on with you, and explain what happened to you in a way I can understand. You know how far you go I can understand."

"Next is your show, Pep." Carl was about to slip away, "I'm leaving."

"Thank you, Carl." Pep stopped him.

Carl stopped and turned around.

"I'm so happy to have Tony as your friend...he's the most troublesome guy I've ever met, and I know how good he can drive people crazy who care about him. I'm so happy to see someone who can He opened up, though," Pep smiled bitterly, smoothing his drooping temple hair behind his ears, "although I'm not qualified to do so."

She seemed to think that Carl had been called by Tony himself.

"You think he's the most troublesome person you've ever met? Oh Pep, the most troublesome person is not Nini, but me." Cal looked directly into Pep's eyes calmly, "Also I To correct one point: No one can make Tony Stark open up. No one can."

He waved his hand smartly, and then walked out with big strides.

"Did you hear what he said? I didn't like his last sentence." Tony turned to Pep and said, "He said it so that I think I'm heinous."

"Even if you are not heinous, you are no better than heinous." Pep patiently said, "Now, tell me the truth."

Tony sighed.

He felt that he had reached the most critical moment in his life, but at this moment, there were countless people who were more troubled than him.

Steve was one of them.

The sky was just right, and the sunset glow of New York floated softly on the skyline, and the surrounding area was already a little dim, but it hadn't yet reached the stage where artificial light sources dominated the sight.

This is the last 5 minutes to appreciate the last natural scenery of New York in a day, and it is also the most magnificent 5 minutes of the sky. Choose a suitable angle to look far away, and the edge of the whole city is glowing gently, like that kind of The artist's genius oil painting is enough to shine in the long river of history.

Nature paints every day, Steve wondered.

He gazed at the sky, imagining himself with a paintbrush in his hand while he sat outdoors sketching.Surrounded by the smell of fresh grass and the mist rising from the ground, his pencil sketches were wet, but the smudged black seemed to match the hazy scenery.He may go home right away, or he may stay put until the moon rises.

The knock on the door shattered his imagination, and reality returned to his eyes, but Steve knew that the most painful thing is not the failure of imagination, but starting to doubt what you once fought for.

He stood up to open the door, facing Carl's bright smiling face.

"Good evening, Steve," Carl said briskly, "I hope I didn't interrupt your date."

"I don't have a date," Steve replied, "Please come in and talk, I haven't thanked you for helping me and Peggy."

"I don't think I've really helped anything, Steve, it's all Lex, Tony and Bruce doing, I'm at most a liaison."

Carl walked in, looked around a bit, and noticed the sports equipment and easel in the corner of the living room, as well as a few fresh flowers in a vase on the coffee table.

The room is bright and spacious, not like a single man's residence.

"I think you've adjusted to modern life." Carl sighed. "It's amazing."

"Thanks to Tony's help." Steve led Carl to sit on the sofa, poured another glass of soda for Carl, and smiled shyly when he met Carl's surprised gaze, "After last time, I checked A little bit of information about you—"

"Then you must know that my company has two movies to be released recently." Carl interfaced.

""Agent Carter" and "Captain America." Steve smiled helplessly, "You have publicized it so that the whole world knows about it. I think after a while, after the news that I am still alive, these two films will be released." Movies are going to sell."

"I'm so sorry that this happened to you, all of this. Not to mention that these two movies, movies, TV shows, and novels about you have fed countless people over the decades. Have you seen that special actor? The one who played you. He played Captain America all his life. He also wrote a biography of you, which is considered the best of your countless biographies."

"He wrote me so well," Steve commented simply.

"People need spiritual support, and that is the responsibility of Captain America." Carl said, "Since you have been 'dead' for decades-why not shape you to the greatest extent and squeeze your residual value? Correction You, beautify you, shape you, describe you as a representative of justice, a symbol of peace, and the embodiment of perfect will."

"I..." Steve tried to say something, nothing more than words of self-effacement and denial.

But Karl didn't let him get the words out.

"This has created this weird situation. Generations of people in this country have grown up listening to your stories. They have read books about you since they were young, watched shows featuring you, and accepted your role in history. Books; collect cards with your face on them, buy dolls modeled after you, hang replicas of your shield on the walls; your personal reputation is so exuberant that it terrorizes those in power."

Steve still wants to talk, but Cal cuts him off calmly and unmistakably.

"...so I have a question: Have you thought about running for the next president, Steve Rogers?"