Princess Disease

Tony felt like he was on fire, the top of his head was on fire.

"So, the potion leaked, what did you tell me? Do you still expect me to help clean up the mess?" Tony was speechless: "I am not from your S.H.I.E.L.D., the old man went to Xavier School, and I need his mobile phone number Tell you?"

As the chairman of Stark Industries, Tony is very busy. He needs to do so many things every day-making his little armor, saving his daughter/cleaning up the mess caused by his daughter, making his little armor...

There is simply no time for anything else.

"I have the officer's contact information here, Mr. Stark," Natasha said helplessly, "SHIELD needs your help... The seized reagents are likely to be related to William Stryker, we suspect Stryker colluded with some high-level members of the Osborne Group—”

"Wait a minute," Tony interrupted what Natasha was going to say next, he covered his ears with one hand, and stuffed the phone into Harry's arms who looked over out of curiosity with the other: "Mr. Osborne, your phone. "

Harry was dumbfounded.

When Tony answered the phone, Isabella greeted Peter and Saul respectively, and Saul happily introduced his little friend to Isabella.

"This is Sif," Saul introduced Sif solemnly, emphasizing: "Asgard's number one Goddess of War, my good friend."

Sif wore a heroic battle robe, with silver armor covering her chest and elbows. She carried a round shield on her back and a sword at her waist. She looked at Isabella with bright and sharp eyes.

"Hello," Sif nodded slightly at first, and randomly remembered the etiquette of the "atrium" that Saul had nagged to her before, and stretched out his hand to Isabella: "My name is Sif."

Wow, this young lady is handsome and chic!

Isabella's eyes were shining brightly, as if they were covered with bright little stars. She straightened her back and held Sif's slightly cold hand: "Hello, Sister Sif, my name is Isabella. Stark, you can just call me Bella."

Sol stood behind Sif and winked at Isabella—look, believe it, Sif is not a mage and can't heal, but she is super good at fighting!

Isabella nodded lightly - believe it, it looks amazing!

Peter secretly looked at Sif in awe, and whispered in Isabella's ear, "I have doubts about everything in the fairy tales."

"There are some doubts, but some are true," Isabella comforted Peter: "For example, Thor is indeed Thor, but Loki is actually Sol's younger brother, and he looks pretty handsome, but he doesn't look like a good guy... "

This stalk will not pass in a short time.

After chatting casually for a few words, Isabella jumped off the hood of the Cross Cannon and led a group of people into the half-collapsed factory building to recover Fox and the mysterious driver who kidnapped Isabella.

The premise is that these two people have not been crushed to death.

The horizontal cannon was dotted at the end, and changed his body the moment he entered the door. He strode to the front: "I'll explore the way, and you follow behind, worrying about the ground and the top of the head."

"Autobot?" Sif opened her eyes in surprise, "He came to the atrium."

"Calm down," Fandral smiled slightly, "Didn't we meet Kryptonians before?"

Isabella asked Fandral curiously: "What Kryptonian?"

"It's the male reporter who stayed overnight, wearing black-rimmed glasses, he's not as handsome as me," Saul said casually, "he's not from Earth."

Isabella clapped her hands: "I'll tell you!"

No wonder Louise was not affected at all when Isabella used thought hints to the reporters gathered under the Stark Tower to get them out of the way. It turned out to be Clark's credit.

Everyone didn't seem to have much interest in the Kryptonians, and they changed the topic with a few casual gossips. Only Peter always felt that something was wrong.

——That's an alien!Why are you all so calm!

"It was Fox who kidnapped me, the bald man we saw that day," Isabella took Peter's hand and pulled him aside, avoiding a hidden pit: "But when he was chatting with me If he accidentally missed the bottom line, he was also instructed by others."

"The kidnappers in your atrium are very special," Fandral poked and tapped the ground with his sword, and casually said, "Still chatting with the hostages?

"This kidnapper might not be very smart." Isabella shrugged her shoulders, "To be honest, if he hadn't threatened me that he had planted a lot of bombs in the school, he would have bombed him if I didn't go with him. I don't care about what he thinks of the bomb detonating and blowing up the school, anyway, he can't hurt me."

"That's true," Saul said with a smile, "Those who want to hurt you will be unlucky in the end."

"That's the problem," Isabella stopped and glanced at Sol, "Those people are divided into two groups, one group is Fox's people, who don't know that they will be unlucky if they tie me up; there is another group of people The identity is unknown, but they are afraid of me, I guess they may be William Stryker's subordinates."

This can also be matched with what Natasha said just now - Fox colluded with Stryker.

But Isabella prefers that Fox was used by Stryker, because the IQs of these two are obviously not on the same level.

The fight in the desert exposed Isabella's abilities. There were so many people watching at that time, even if the S.H.I.E.L.D. blocked the news afterwards, it would always get out.

William Stryker is a lunatic who devotes himself to researching and developing all kinds of terrifying potions, and even captures mutants for sex experiments. If he becomes interested in the sudden "mutated" Isabella, he wants to arrest her and put her in a cage. Do some research, Isabella is not surprised at all.

"Sure enough, common sense cannot be used to measure the thoughts and actions of a lunatic," Isabella sighed: "Knowing that he is the most suspected person to attack me at this time, Stryker still acted. It seems that his I have a lot of confidence."

Or that Stryker has a reason to act?Is he coveting something?

"Not necessarily," Peter said, "Isn't there still Fox here? Just push him out to take the blame? If Fox doesn't work, there's Harry."

Isabella and Peter looked at each other, their eyes full of sympathy for Harry.

It looks like a fake friend.

"Knowing who did the bad things," Hogan particularly didn't understand what the people in the courtyard were doing, "but can't you directly settle the score with him?"

"We need to talk about evidence," Isabella said, "although sometimes it is useless to have evidence."

It's too easy to kill Stryker. Give Deadpool a check and ask him to fill in the amount. Maybe Isabella can go to Stryker's funeral the next day, but what's the use of it? Woolen cloth?With Stryker dead, wouldn't there be James or Smith to fill his place?

What is difficult to deal with is the group network formed by the huge interest chain behind Stryker. Without Stryker, this network will still operate normally. The multi-party forces are intricate and intertwined, and a single hair can affect the whole body.

Besides, the problem can be solved by killing people directly, so is the law good-looking?How is this behavior any different from Stryker who casually captures mutants for experiments?

"It's as if... my father prevented me from attacking Jotunheim?" Thor asked suddenly.

Isabella was taken aback for a moment, and Sif and the others also exchanged a surprised look.

"It's... right? I don't really understand this," Isabella scratched her head, "Maybe you can discuss it with my grandpa. He has dealt with the government all his life, and he has a deep understanding of the twists and turns. "

With the cross-cannon clearing the way and everyone's agility, they quickly turned around the ruins, but they didn't find the shadow of the mysterious driver and Fox.

In addition to these two missing people, there were many other kidnappers under the stone platform, and they were basically dug out by Hengpao and Sol and thrown out the door.

"What are you doing?" Harry was almost hit by a kidnapper, he shrank to the side with lingering fear, and shouted: "Mr. Stark asked me to come to you and said it was time to go back."

It's already late at night, and Isabella has also found it. Why don't you hurry and wait here to watch the sunrise?

"Looking for someone, Fox from your company, and a mysterious driver," Isabella said, "If you don't have one, you just ran away... But I didn't see anyone coming out either."

"The possible back door." Peter jumped off the mound: "Then let's go?"

Isabella sighed and called the others out.

"It's okay, it's not your fault," Peter comforted, "You were the only one at the time, and it was right not to chase after you. After the police arrive, just leave the investigation to them."

What Peter said reminded Isabella: "Yo, you still called the police? Where are the police?"

It wasn't until Tony hoisted everyone into the car and was about to return the same way that the police car finally roared over.

Facing the sheriff who came to investigate the situation, Tony borrowed a phone number from him, directly called Natasha's mobile phone and asked her to explain, and then led the rest of the people to go grandly under the sheriff's bewildered gaze. up.

Because there was something to talk about, Isabella and Saul sat together in a Lamborghini turned into a side cannon.

Tony also wanted to come in to join in the fun, but he left and no one was driving, so he had to take a step back reluctantly, turned on the communication system and connected to the line of the horizontal gun.

"My friends came to the atrium," Thor stared straight ahead: "I want to invite me back to Asgard, because..."

"Loki?" Isabella guessed, "Is it related to him?"

Sol nodded, with a complicated look in his eyes: "Yes."

"But you can't go back now..." Isabella pondered for a moment, and suddenly her brain opened: "Do you want me to help you go to Asgard and beat Loki?"

Sol shook his head quickly: "No—"

"Isabella, what are you talking about?" Tony's roar came from the speaker: "You forgot what you said seven seconds ago? Are you a goldfish? You still want to go to Asgard, why don't you go to heaven? Stand on the ground honestly and be your little princess, don't be a flying fairy like others!"

But going to Asgard is heaven.

"It's the Powerpuff Girls," Isabella stuck out her tongue, "I just asked a question."

"No need," Sol hurriedly waved his hand and refused: "This is a matter in our domain of God, and I will solve it myself. Besides, Bella is my friend, and you have helped me a lot. I can't let you take risks."

"But Mjolnir..." Isabella frowned slightly, remembering that she was still arrogantly staying on top of the cabinet and ignoring Thor's Hammer: "What method can I use to regain its approval?"

Ether Particles: See me casually open a hook.

"This is what I want to ask you to do." Sol straightened up, turned his head and looked at Isabella seriously: "I think it makes sense for my father to let me come to the atrium, maybe I should experience the atrium more human life."

"Bella," Thor said earnestly, "can you help me?"