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From what Sid knew, he felt there was hope he could get the formula right before Harry's condition got any worse.Without such a premise, no matter what bargaining chip Harry took out, he would not be able to nod.If you say it, you must do it. This is his life creed.

"I don't even know when you changed your career to charity." Tony said this, obviously not agreeing.

At this time, Sid had already got off work and was standing by the French windows on the top floor of the Stark Industries headquarters building, drinking wine and admiring the night view.This is his usual way of resting, but Tony's video call interrupted the tranquility.

"Like you?" Sid raised an eyebrow.He said this because Tony is a world-renowned philanthropist, but he also knew that this was not the answer Tony wanted, so he added: "I can do it, and I happen to know it, so I will do it. And Charity doesn't matter much—though if you must call it a pity, it probably has some."

Tony pouted in the background of the lab. "Because he was a child?"

"You know that too?" Sid asked, but he wasn't really curious about the answer.He didn't bother to hide it at all, and if Tony wanted to know, he could just ask Jarvis.

"I see," Tony said, with a bit of acrid tone: "You want to take over the responsibilities that Norman Osborn hasn't done, do you?"

"Assuming you're against it," Sid said, not wanting to argue with Tony, "can you give me your reason? It can't be ironic about who I want to be daddy?"

Tony wanted to say, of course he objected.

Yes, a doctor is a noble profession, and saving lives is a noble virtue; but what if there are a bunch of people who want the sick to die?Even if the doctor cures the patient and doesn't expect anything in return, it's uncertain whether those people will vent their anger, it's not worth the loss.

And unfortunately, Harry Osborn was one of those troublesome types that a bunch of people wanted him dead.Like, for example, certain shareholders trying to snatch Osborne Enterprises for themselves.

Anyway, from Tony's point of view, there's no need for Sid to meddle in this kind of business.He usually doesn't care what Sid does, but he feels that it will affect Sid's own safety, and he will definitely not sit idly by.

But Sid certainly didn't think so.Not to mention that he already knew that he was not a Stark, even if he didn't know, he would feel that he was already mature enough to be responsible for his own decisions.If there were consequences, they were his business, not Tony's.

Both brothers are smart people, and they quickly understand that the key to this matter is still an old problem.After a short moment of silence, Tony turned off the call first.And Sid stared at the empty air for a while before putting down his wine glass and walking into the bathroom.Some days Tony didn't care about him at all, other days he cared too much; but either way, it wasn't the way he wanted it.

Just when Sid was rubbing his hair and guessing that Tony would ignore him for a few more days this time, he found that the situation was different this time——

The automatic door leading to the open-air landing platform opened slowly, and Tony was stepping in, half of the armor on his body had been removed by the automatic manipulator.But he obviously didn't expect that what he saw would be a Sid just out of the bath (the kind with a bath towel around his lower body), and his eyes flashed imperceptibly.

Sid was also surprised. "You..." He paused, and couldn't help showing a wry smile: "Is this going to continue the previous topic?"

Tony wanted to say yes, but he found himself stuck somehow.How the hell was he supposed to talk to the half-naked Sid about his disapproval!

The pause was taken by Sid as a default. "I thought about it just now, and I probably understand what you mean." He said as he walked towards the bar—that's the direction Tony came in—to take out ice cubes from the refrigerator, and then turned to pick out wine.

"Are you worried about those old men at Osborne Enterprises? If I ask you, they have nothing to fear. You see, all I have to do is study a formula, and the rest is Harry's business. If I read correctly, He'll pay for anything he wants. Give him time and he'll do anything he wants. Whether it's surviving or becoming a true president."

When Sid said that, he had already selected a bottle of gin. "Would you like a drink, Tony?" Although he asked, he had already poured out two glasses.

As Sid spoke, Tony stared straight at the muscular back.With a slight movement, the curve of the back tensed and relaxed, looking so perfect that it made people drool (ever since Sid hit puberty, he had foreseen that Sid would have an enviable figure in the future).He wanted to keep his emotions from being so obvious, but since Sid didn't have eyes behind his back, it was okay for him to look twice... right?

Then Sid turned and handed him a glass of wine.Tony took it, and immediately focused his eyes on the wine glass, as if he was completely attracted by it: "So you mean, you want to enter biomedicine?"

Sid almost choked in his throat with a sip of wine. "Of course not!" He just wanted to work out a formula, why did Tony think so far?Then he guessed another point: "This formula is of course not only interested in Dr. Connors and Harry Osborn. But if you mind, I can guarantee that no fifth person will know about it."

As expected of Sid, he blocked everything he wanted to say at once, and Tony was furious.He just said, even if Sid doesn't have a little bit of Stark in his blood, he is actually more Stark than Stark - he even just said one sentence!

Tony, who was thinking this way, was absolutely unwilling to admit that he forgot his original lines because he saw some scenery that exceeded his expectations.

"So there's no problem?" Sid asked.Then he finally realized that Tony seemed a little weird today... Well, he didn't talk very much, and he didn't seem to plan to look at him?

To cover up, Tony drank all the wine in the glass in one go. "Can you guarantee it?" He asked back, his tone obviously not convinced, "If someone begs you pitifully next time, saying that he has encountered various difficulties, will you just sit idly by?"

"I'm not sure," Sid replied honestly. "I'm not God, and everyone has a life; I can only promise what I can."

"That means you've been too busy recently." Tony came to a conclusion, with the corner of his mouth pressed down.

Sid instinctively felt that this expression was not very good. "Wait, you don't intend to create a workload for me, do you? On purpose?"

"Whatever you think." Tony raised his chin slightly and turned to leave.He felt it was worthwhile for Sid to be a little more rambunctious if it made it less likely that Sid would be nosy.To put it bluntly, why should Sid clean up other people's mess?

"Wait, Tony!" Of course Sid would not just watch his brother make trouble.He put down his wine glass, propped himself up on the half-height cabinet, then turned over and jumped over, grabbing Tony's hand. "Don't, you know that Fury is worried that he can't find a handle on you!"

"I'm afraid it's yours now." Tony turned his head and retorted sharply.He tried to free the hand, but Sid was stronger than him and it was not easy.

"Anyway, don't," Sid clasped him tightly, "you've got enough trouble."

Tony almost wanted to shout out that I was acting as a shield for you, but fortunately he held back.He's been doing it for so many years, and he can't let it fall by the wayside. "It's out of the question," he said forcefully. "I know what I'm doing."

"I know too!" Sid retorted, and then felt too excited, and calmed down his voice: "Others may not care, but Fury can't. You must know his attitude towards unknown dangers."

To strike first, of course Tony knew.Fury's methods have always been iron and blood, and it is indeed not a good idea to make such a fuss that SHIELD pays attention.But he felt that anyway, he had enough enemies, this one was not bad.And no matter what, he can't let Sid get hurt; even if it hasn't happened, it must be killed in the cradle!

"Let go." Tony tried hard to sound cold.He's good at it because he's been doing it for a long time.

"Not this time," Sid replied quickly.

After two seconds of wrestling, the two froze at the same time - because a piece of white fabric fluttered to the ground, it was Sid's bath towel.

When Tony thought about what state they might be in now, he was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his eyes. "Hurry up and pick it up!"

Sid froze for two seconds, but didn't let go. "Unless you promise me first."

Tony's eyes widened suddenly.But this time Sid had caught his soft spot, whether it was on purpose or not—god what would he see if he looked down now?He couldn't imagine it, and he had to force himself to stare at the dark metal decoration on the side. "Go!" he said through gritted teeth.

Sid heard the approval from the voice, and then let go of Tony.He bent down to pick up the bath towel, said while tying it: "Actually, you don't have to do that, I'm wearing underwear."

Tony, who was still embarrassed, was speechless for a moment.Is he being played?Absolutely!