[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Malibu Beach, Tony's Villa.The sunshine in early spring is warm and bright. There are two rattan chairs by the swimming pool on the terrace. The rattan leather of one rattan chair is exposed, and the other rattan chair is covered with a cloth cover full of lubricating oil. It is obviously clean. The well-dressed Mr. Stark sat on the rattan chair, and the other rattan chair sat on Stark who came to rest during the blacksmithing.

But at this moment, Clark was leaning on the clean wicker chair. The man was casually wearing pajamas, holding a book in his hand, and sat crookedly on the wicker chair on the terrace. Clark was fascinated by the book.

Holding the wall of the mug with both hands, Tony walked to Clark with two cups of coffee. Tony glanced at the book cover——

"Bone and Blood: Devil's Abyss" by Taps Bray.

Tony patted the ashes on his body. He just drilled a hole through the ceiling and floor of the first and second floors of his house. This man seemed to be reading a book here without disturbing him at all. Mr. Stark in a one-piece blue overalls Putting the coffee cup in Clark's hand, the mug and the tabletop of the small table made a "knock" sound. This "knock" made Clark, who was visiting as a guest, look up and blink in confusion.

Tony sat down on the rattan chair covered with a cloth sheet, and he said, "Didn't you hear that I'm demolishing my house?"

Clark answered casually: "I heard that, you drilled the floor of the second floor through the ceiling of the first floor? What's the matter?" Clark glanced at the book in his hand, and he hesitated to talk with Tony. expression, he tasted what Tony said just now, and spit out another sentence, "You know I have super hearing, right?"

To Clark, as long as he wasn't paying attention, the mix of voices was almost noise.

Tony leaned back dejectedly, also realizing that he had made a bad conversation.

Clark pursed his lips and smiled, he put the book upside down on the small table beside the wicker chair, picked up the mug on the small table, sipped the coffee in it, and said seriously: "Speak, Tony .” Tony straightened his legs, looked at him sideways, and the Kryptonians seemed to be glowing in the sunlight.

Tony was basking in the sun, he yawned, and said, "It's my luck, Clark, if it turned out, I don't know who to talk to about this kind of thing."

"I'm happy to be your mental trash can," Clark said.

"You seem to know what I want to tell you?" Tony tilted his head to look at the person, with a smile on his face, and his tone was very relaxed. Tony understood Clark, and this alien had more or less Bruce's disposition, although He wouldn't admit it even if he was killed, but in fact, Clark also had a deep understanding of such complicated things as the human heart.

"What else can we talk about? We've talked about everything, life, ideals, the future, cubs, food, Diana, my Bruce, and of course there are some things we haven't talked about." Clark looked at Tony and pouted, he Continued, and said in a firm tone: "I guess, you think you want to talk to me about the core energy supply elements in the toy man's antimatter cannon."

Tony yawned, a physical tear from the corner of his eye.

"Don't cry, Tony," Tony angrily snatched the mug from Clark, and Clark joked, "Talk about Mr. Stark, we never talked about our parents."

Tony froze for a moment. Clark told him about his carefree childhood in the cornfield of Smallville Township, Kansas. Tony realized that his parents that Clark said at this time were his biological parents.

Tony stuffed the coffee cup he snatched back into Clark's hand. He leaned back into the wicker chair, stared at the white clouds blown by the wind in the blue sky, and asked, "What do you say?"

Clark said with a smile: "I told you, before I was six years old, I had a lot of friends. My mommy said I was the king of kids, the kid who took the lead in playing with mud and leading the team to make trouble." The corner of Clark's mouth curved After falling a little, he said: "When I was six years old, my superpowers began to develop. I could see through the musculoskeletons of the human body. I could hear sounds and see scenes several kilometers away. My The super brain started to develop, and I can see ten lines at a glance and never forget."

"The most important thing is," Clark said, "my strength began to increase, and even..." Clark chuckled, he said: "When I woke up, I found that I kicked the bed. Then, I was in my house The alien spaceship that sent me to Earth was found in the warehouse of

"I'm not a mutant, I'm an alien," Clark said, turning to Tony, who had a fraction of his attention on voices from around the world, "I'm far smarter than my peers, even Ever since adults are stronger, I stayed far away from the crowd, I was afraid of hurting them, luckily, as you know, I met Bruce."

"What attracted me to Bruce was that he was smarter than anyone I'd ever met," Clark said, leaning on the back of the rattan chair. A good friend who keeps telling him all my secrets, because the two of us have a kind of mutual understanding without talking."

"Thank you, I feel it." Tony said in a cool tone, "I think anyone who knows you can feel it!" Clark felt the resentment coming from Tony's "poof", and couldn't help but laugh laugh it out.

It took a long time for Clark to say: "In the summer vacation before going to university, we traveled together. At that time, our ideals were not clear, our goals were not clear, and we stole..."

"what?"

"Well, we have stolen, and we are the boss of the local gangsters," Clark said as he recalled, "I looked out for Bruce to do it. We have experienced the excitement after crimes; we have been to bars in the slums, and we have fraternized with criminals; we have climbed snow-capped mountains. , overlooking the scenery from the highest mountain in the world..."

"But I'm at a loss," Clark said honestly, "I know I'm from a planet called Krypton that has disappeared, and I'm an alien who survived on Earth, but I didn't meet my biological parents until my junior year. When, Bruce accompanied me to find a Kryptonian spacecraft in the North Pole."

"I saw my father, to be precise, I saw my father's artificial intelligence projection," Clark closed his eyes, and he said, "My father's artificial intelligence loaded all the feelings my biological father had for me. On the Kryptonian spacecraft, seeing my parents put me as a baby in that little escape pod when my home planet was on the brink of destruction."

"And you know what," Clark said with a smile, "that sentence from my father triggered my tears," Tony shook his head, and Clark said, "My father's AI told me that he wanted me to be happy. Honestly Tell me, I have never cried so hard when I grow up."

"Although I won't admit it," Clark added quickly: "This thing hurts my manliness."

Tony snickered.

"And my mommy and daddy, oh, I mean my adoptive parents," Clarke said with a smile, "they just want me to be happy too. You too, Tony, I think your parents, before they died, probably I think, fortunately, that stupid son of my family is not with us."

Tony leaned on the wicker chair, his smile faded, and after a long while he laughed again, and after a long time he replied, "Maybe."

Clark changed the subject, and the considerate town boy said, "It's your turn."

Clark never pressed Tony on what he planned to do with his parents' murderer, and he gave Tony a fair amount of trust.

Tony opened his eyes and glanced at Clark. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The stereoscopic projection display in the room was automatically activated under Friday's command. The structure diagram was projected, and Tony looked at the structure diagram and said, "This is my old man's masterpiece."

"The new elements created by my old man 20 years ago were unable to be manufactured because of technical limitations," Tony said: "This was copied from the SHIELD headquarters by Hydra before the cleaning began."

With a wave of Tony's hand, the three-dimensional atomic structure map was flattened into a plane, and the decorations of trees, buildings, roads, and street lights were pasted on it, and the atomic map turned into an ordinary schematic diagram of the site. Clark recognized it. This is a schematic of the Stark Industries Expo venue.

"It's been so long," Tony said, "my old man can still teach me a lesson."

"That bastard Luther discovered it before I did it, made it, and sold it to the toyman," Tony said.

Clark looked at Tony's angry look, and said, "Do you know what Bruce is doing?"

"I don't know!" Tony raised his tone, Clark came over and muttered, Tony was a little surprised: "This plan... this hole was dug, really..." Tony couldn't find an adjective, and laughed twice , but still looked annoyed.

"Why are you still angry?" Clark said with a smile, "If it goes well, there will be no problem sending Luther to prison."

"He doesn't want your support?" Tony asked casually.

"Bruce said," Clark said, "he'll call me by my name when he needs me."

"I'm not mad at that golden retriever, damnit," Tony cursed, "I hacked Fury's phone last night, when we were in Wakanda, and got into a fight with that bastard, It's really infuriating, I yelled at that braised egg before I remembered that my dad still has a relic in his hands."

"Wait a minute, 10 minutes later, which is one o'clock," Tony said dissatisfiedly: "Fry sent someone to bring over my father's belongings, and it's okay, you have to cooperate with me later..."

Tony watched Clark turn his head and glanced at the road heading towards the villa. A Harley motorcycle was running on the asphalt road. The driver was wearing a helmet. The Kryptonians could see clearly through the helmet. The Kryptonian's mouth opened slightly, he stood up "swish", and said, "Sorry, I can't do it, it's Captain, Captain America is here to deliver something to you!"

Tony watched his good friend paced back and forth a few steps, rushed into the villa and put on his uniform, before he even had time to speak, he saw Superman rising from the terrace of his villa and flying straight into the distance, Tony They frowned and adjusted their clothes together. After thinking about it, they went upstairs to take a bath and changed into a suit.

For Clark's sake, give that old popsicle some face.

At this time, Steve's navigation was struggling with him who was riding a motorcycle.

"Please, is Stark's villa in the sea? I'm just a little out of date, but I'm not blind!"

The answer to Steve was the electronic voice of Google Maps: "The destination is about to be reached 20 meters ahead - you have deviated from the driving route, and Google Maps will re-plan the route for you..."

Steve turned a corner on the asphalt near the sand.

The mobile phone navigation issued an instruction: "Go straight for 20 meters and turn left. You have deviated from the driving route. Google Maps will re-plan the route for you..."

Steve Rogers aka Captain America, driving a handsome Harley motorcycle, parked on the side of the curb on the asphalt road by the beach in Malibu like a man kicked out by his wife, and sighed heavily——

If he followed the navigation instructions, he could soar into the sea in one go.