[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Tony raised his head, and he said, "And I, I'm just little Stark." Tony's words were full of self-mockery, sadness, and anxiety.

Clark looked directly into those brown eyes, and he said very seriously: "Yes, you are Little Stark, Tony Stark, the only son of Howard Stark, a genius who astonishes the world."

"Genius, huh, genius." Tony threw away the chopsticks in his hand and covered his face with his hands: "I'm not a genius, I'm an idiot."

Clark put the chopsticks in his hand on the bowl, and then said: "You are an idiot, Tony, but not the kind of idiot who can write five anti-radar coverage attack missile systems, superstring theory assumptions, arc reactor energy accumulation conversion theory , " Tony raised his head, his red eyes showed a little sluggishness, Clark said: "Yes, I have read all your papers, and the reason may be the same as yours."

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "Why can that kid have an equal share with me in college?"

Clark reached out and squeezed his chin. That's not true. Tony's paper was on someone's desk. He accidentally turned to read it, and marveled at it.

However, Clark said: "Well, that's the reason," Clark said softly, but with a firm tone, he said: "We have known each other for a long time before we met, Tony, from our research, from our paper, From the words of the girls whose lives intersect with ours."

And Clark believes that even if he has a super brain, he is not as good as the person in front of him. Tony has creative wisdom from scratch, and creation and innovation are the qualities of top scientists no matter in that era.

Tony made an unidentified nasal sound.

"You are not an idiot, Tony, an idiot will not consider how to deal with the company as a successor, and an idiot will not consider how to deal with the stock of Stark Industries," Clark said seriously, staring into Tony's eyes : "You're not an idiot, Tony, your intelligence is just overshadowed by Mr. Stark's light."

"I'm not an idiot," Tony uttered a whisper, his voice very soft, and he said, "Then why can't I cry? You read the headline written by the New York Daily News, can't wait for Little Star to inherit the family fortune Ke, huh, where is the future of Stark Industries? I am a bastard, a fool, an idiot."

"You can't cry, you pretend to be calm, you talk and laugh, Tony," Clark said sharply: "It's just because you feel that once you cry, it means you have to accept that your parents have left you. The truth is, they didn't go to a better place, they didn't go to heaven, they died, left you, and never came back."

The facts are cruel, and Tony's face shows the pain of being ripped off.

Clark subtly grasped the intention of someone asking him to channel Tony's psychology—corresponding to Tony's wonderful brain, was Tony's immature psychological quality.

Clark looked at Tony's reaction and even felt a little cruel.

Clark looked at Tony with his head down, watching a drop of tear dripping on the wooden dining table, dizzying a water mark.

"How the hell do you know, Clark, we just met." Tony's nasal voice was heavy, and the sadness that swept up from the bottom of his heart hit his heart like a stormy sea, and his heart shrank back and forth. It hurts.

Clark sighed softly, and said, "Because you're trying to be calm, like a little boy sitting on the bedroom bed with his knees in his arms and trying to suffocate himself to death."

"Little boy?" Tony said angrily, "His parents are dead too?" Clark pretended not to see Tony's act of wiping away tears that he thought was concealed.

"Well, murder, right in front of that little boy," Clark said, "his parents died right in front of that little boy, and the boy who was trying not to cry at that time is as handsome and rich as we are now." , equally clever."

Tony knew who Clark was talking about as soon as he thought about it. He said, "I doubt the smart part, Clark. As for the other aspects, we are very similar."

Obviously, Clark is talking about the richest man in Gotham, the playboy who feeds all the media in Gotham, the owner of Wayne Enterprises, Bruce Wayne, the arrogant idiot described by the media.

Clark shrugged, not intending to refute at all - that person's "playboy" personality is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Tony paused, then said, "You know what, Clark, the last thing I said to the old man and Mommy when they left the house, during the last time I was with them, was, 'Leave me alone , you go quickly.'."

"Tell me about Wayne, how did you know him?" Tony pleaded, and he said, "Tell me something else, Clark, please, my mind has been on frame by frame since I knew they were dead. Live this image frame by frame, 'Leave me alone, you guys go away.'."

"I met him when I was six years old. I was No. 1 in the top ten nationally in the National Talented Children Competition. He is the son of the owner of the sponsor Wayne Enterprises." Clark watched Tony look up, and continued: "I I saw him in the backstage. At that time, the top ten game had just ended. After three hours of the game, I was exhausted and sat alone in the lounge drinking water. Then, there was a knock on the door of my lounge , I said come in, and Bruce walked in."

"You called him Bruce?" Tony said. "What did he call you?"

"Clark, small town boy?" Clark said, and Tony gestured for Clark to continue.

"Bruce is half a head shorter than me, heh, he's so proud," Clark said. "He walked up to me, stretched out his hand, and said to me in a very serious tone. I am amazed by all the lines in the 24 scenes of Ye Wu Act..."

"All of it?" Tony's voice raised three tones, Clark nodded, and Tony said, "To be honest, I'm also very surprised, how did you do it, forget it, you continue."

Clark replied silently in his heart: Because before I participated in the National Gifted Children's Competition, my super brain had just begun to develop, and my brain was like a natural cheating device-a glance at ten lines, a photographic memory.

"So," Clark continued, "Bruce asked me if I'd like to be his friend."

"He asked you, would you like to be his friend?" It was obvious that Tony was trying to distract his attention, but his mind was still spinning quickly, and he said, "Isn't it the All-American Gifted Children's Competition, just for Master Thomas to Big entertainment for his son to find a friend?"

Clark narrowed his eyes and just looked at Tony. Tony looked at Clark's expression and said firmly, "It seems that I'm right."

"Huh," Clark said in a dissatisfied voice, "At that time, Master Bruce walked up to me, held out his hand to me arrogantly, and said to me very arrogantly, 'Kent, you can do it. My friend?'" Clark imitated Bruce's expression at that time, the young master from an aristocratic family, with a little arrogance of a smart person, straightened his back and stretched out his hand towards Clark.

"You agreed," Clark shook his head, and Tony asked, "So what did you say?"

Clark replied: "I said 'Go away.'"

Tony let out a "puchi" laugh, the tears from the corners of his eyes were squeezed out, he couldn't help but "haha", he said while laughing, "I can almost imagine that bastard's expression."

"Yes, I very clearly remember that Bruce was puzzled and hurt at that time, and later he told me that no one had treated him like this before, and I was the first," Clark said: " Then Bruce put his hands on either side of my shoulders and asked me very seriously 'Why are you doing this to me?'."

"I answered him that if he wants to be friends with me, he has to be humble, instead of using a tone that seems to be giving charity, like a prince bestowing on common people, full of inequality. Then," Clark laughed, he While recalling, he said: "Then, Bruce spoke very seriously and praised me from the bottom of his heart. He praised my memory and my logical thinking ability..."

"Hmm," Tony looked at Clark's smile, and let out another sound in his throat: "Hmm."

"All in all, it's a beautifully worded rainbow fart," Clarke said. "It's the kind of compliment that scratches the itch, the kind of compliment that comes from the bottom of your heart, you probably can't imagine…"

Never question the literary accomplishments of Baby Brucey, even the real Baby Brucey of six—the young Brucey Baby who hasn't yet suffered setbacks and tasted the warmth and coldness of people's hearts.

"Trust me, I can," Tony said. "You know how the guy who disappeared for years and asked out Playboy July's female model from me when he showed up? With his smooth words , Clark, with his rhetoric."

Clark shrugged - he never questioned that with that handsome and affectionate face, the words that are as elegant as a blooming rose and contain sentimental flirting and courtship, some girls, even if not for his money, just for With his deep and gentle voice, he could fall willingly to the side of his suit pants.

Sleeping with him—that person privately complained that girls now look like wolves who see fresh meat when they see him. Sometimes he can't maintain his unrestrained disguise. Clark feels that this kind of persona will last for a few more years , Master Bruce's few restraints will also disappear.

Looking at Clark's expression, Tony made a nasal sound similar to a toothache, subtly carrying the unwillingness of a playboy-Tony absolutely refused to admit that Wayne had any advantages other than his appearance and height.

Clark blinked, his tone was calm, and he said in a mocking tone: "You two are evenly matched in this regard."

Tony cleared his throat, then paused: "...you, you're not bad, too?" This compliment was a bit reciprocal, dry.

Clarke realized with some sadness that his personality had been compromised and, in a way, stabilized.

Before the topic died, Clarke said: "And then, somehow, we became good friends. During the three months I participated in the National Gifted Kids Competition, we went to the library together, went to the amusement park together, and even huddled together. A bed to sleep in."

Tony stretched out his hand and scratched his chin, and asked casually, "Where are your parents, at that time?"

"At first, when I participated in this competition, I was only attracted by the prize money of [-] U.S. dollars," Clark said with a self-deprecating smile. Admit it, Tony, at that time I was a small town boy intoxicated with vanity, extremely vain and extremely inferior, a boy from a remote farm in Kansas, my parents were farmers, I thought at that time, my parents gave me It was a shame, so I was supervised by my agent the whole time during the game."

Tony's tone was dry, and he praised dryly: "You are great, you can realize this, you can admit this, very good."

"I didn't realize it by myself. At that time, I was a vain little boy." Clark smiled slightly, and he was grateful to Bruce for pulling him back from the stray track.

"Bruce told me, just after he asked me why I didn't want my parents to accompany me to the game, I told him that my parents were farmers and they didn't understand anything," Clark said, curling his lips. : "At that time, Bruce quoted Hugo's words. He said, 'Only the human heart is the beginning. Strictly speaking, the outside is just a mask, and the real person is inside the person.', Bruce said , A person who can raise an excellent child like me must be an excellent person. Bruce told me, don't let me judge my parents by their occupation and income. "

Tony blurted out, "That doesn't sound like Brucey Baby at all."

"You don't know him well," Clark said.

Tony said angrily, "I met him many times at the party," Clark looked at Tony, and Tony added guiltily, "Why do you say I don't know him well?"

"Because he himself said that he is not familiar with you." Clark said without changing his tone: "And familiarity is mutual."

"Heh," Tony sneered, and then he felt that a sneer wasn't enough to express his emotions, so he sneered again.

After a pause, Tony asked, "Why do you talk about me when you are chatting?"

Clark held his face with his hands, scratched his cheek with his fingers, Tony stared at him closely, and Clark said reluctantly: "The two of us bought a total of 8.98% of Stark Industries after the Stark stock plummeted. shares."

"Well, a cold-blooded capitalist." Tony felt the word "dollar" written on his forehead, Little Stark bared his teeth, squinted his eyes and smiled, and said, "So that's why you picked me up?"

"We don't know you well, Tony, but we believe in you," Clark shrugged, and said, "With your extraordinary wisdom and unparalleled creativity, you can bring Stark Industries to a new level."

"Should I thank you for your trust in me?" Tony said.

"Oh, that's not necessary," Clark said, with a little sarcasm, "You just pay me what I have to pay?"

"I don't remember what money I owe you," Tony said coolly.

"Oh, let me remind you," Clark said, "that set of bedding in the guest bedroom upstairs, you don't want me to wash them and use them for the next guest who comes to my house. It's just you and Bruce in the apartment, and if Baby Bruce knows what I'm doing, God knows what he'll do?"

"Oh, good." Tony said, "Shall I help you take the laundry?"

Clark gave Tony a white look, and said, "And the suit I bought for you that you are wearing now, and the Maserati that you threw up a bunch of vomit in the co-pilot, I..."

"It's going too far for me to buy your Maserati, Clark!" Tony said.

"I don't want you to buy the sports car, and in fact, it's not mine, it's Bruce's," Clark said, "I just want you to pay me to drive that sour-smelling sports car to the car wash." Moral damages, and if Bruce finds you throwing up in his car, you'll be required to pay him emotional support."

"Well," Tony snorted, "Okay, okay." Speaking of the sour smell, Tony, who still remembers it, "vomited" again, and he carefully raised his hand and sniffed his cuff, making sure that the smell was just him. psychological shadow.

Clark looked directly into Tony's brown eyes, looked into these eyes full of emotion, and then Clark said, "Now, I'm going to go out, drive the co-pilot full of your vomit to the car wash, to the supermarket Buy fresh ingredients and I won't be back for at least three hours."

Clark's blue eyes were filled with a kind of insightful clarity, and he said, "I know you want to hide from the media that is chasing you, stay here, Tony, it's safe here."

Clark stood up, picked up his phone and wallet, and walked towards the entrance.

Just as Clark put on his shoes and held his hand on the doorknob, Tony called out in a muffled voice, "Clark?"

"Yes?" Clark replied.

"How did you comfort that boy," Tony asked in a very low voice, "How did Wayne get over that pain."

Clark turned around, raised his hand, pressed it on Tony's shoulder leaning against the wall, and said, "I'm telling Bruce..."

"Yes?"

"Cry." After the words fell, Clark turned around, unscrewed the doorknob, and left without looking back.

A few seconds later, Clark's super hearing allowed him to catch Tony's inhalation from his nasal cavity without any hindrance, the sound of his knees colliding on the ground as he kneeled weakly, and then he sniffed his nose, tearing Heartbreaking wailing.Clark stood in the elevator, the elevator stopped at the basement level, the elevator door opened slowly, and Clark was not surprised to see its owner beside the red Maserati.

Wearing a sweater, jeans, and a peaked cap, Bruce, who was nothing like the Bruce Wayne exposed by the media, put his hands in his pockets, put his weight on one foot, leaned against the back of the sports car, and stood there with his head slightly raised.

Clark walked up to Bruce, and Bruce looked at him sideways, his blue eyes unblinking, just looking at his best friend so intently, Bruce was playing with the earphone in his hand.

Clark's gaze stayed on the earphone in Bruce's hand for about 0.1 second. Bruce flipped his hand, and the earphone in his hand disappeared.Clark listened carefully, and there was no subtle and noisy noise on his body. He judged that his friend didn't use a bug this time, but just hacked into his mobile phone.

"Your firewall is going to be upgraded, Clark," Bruce said.

Clark nodded—there was a kind of vicissitudes that he was accustomed to. God knows that his firewall would already be the 1000th version if counted as the version.

Then, Bruce said abruptly, "Did I ever say that meeting you was the luckiest thing in my life?"

"Yes, you said it, just when you hugged me and cried and cried, out of breath." Staring at Bruce's powerless stare, Clark paused for a second, super hearing swept the air No one in the parking lot, asked: "So you have decided?"

"Yeah," Bruce said, "I'm ready, how about you?"

"Me too," Clark said.

They're ready to do what they've been planning for years, and they're going to put on over-the-top battle suits and become symbols of two cities, one of terror and the other of hope.