[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Wesley's movements froze for a moment, and he turned his head to look at this person who was glamorous from head to toe, and whose leather shoes could almost reflect the ceiling, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

The person who came took off his sunglasses, and his eye sockets and cheeks were severely bruised—it was Tony Stark, the version of the world's richest man.

Wesley quietly glanced at the clock in the ward, it was six forty in the morning.

As expected of a man who can be an entrepreneur, when he was still lying on the bed, the other party had already come all the way to visit his doctor—I fell!What kind of disease did Tony explore!

Wesley couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart, his throat rolled, and he said to himself, I'd better wait and see what happens first.

Tony walked in, and it didn't seem surprising that he was awake. He stood there with sunglasses in one hand and flowers in the other, and said hello, "Hi—Wesley, well, your name is Wesley, isn't it?"

It's getting weirder.

Wesley nodded.

To be honest, he knew Tony very well in his heart, and he always felt that the other party's behavior at this time was weird.But it stands to reason that this is the first time Wesley Field has seen the national idol Iron Man himself, so shouldn't he be excited?

In the end, Wesley squeezed out a smile, but stuttered as soon as he opened his mouth: "Hi...S, Mr. Stark...?" Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, Tony paused, those dark caramel-colored Eyes stared at him without blinking.

Embarrassment gradually spread in the ward until Wesley coughed and repeated: "Mr. Stark?"

Tony blinked quickly, and finally came back to his senses. He walked aside quickly, put the bouquet in an empty vase, and fiddled with it for a while.

Wesley watched his every move until the other party suddenly said: "Remember to remind them," Tony cleared his throat: "Add water to the vase."

Only then did Wesley realize that there was not a single drop of water in the vase, so he didn't know what Tony was thinking when he tried to insert them.

Finally, Tony moved a chair and sat down beside Wesley's bed.

Wesley felt very awkward, because Tony at this time was different from what he usually knew, and seemed to be a bit superior—was it because his true social status was exposed?Wesley burst into tears in his heart.

But Wesley also understood that the topic was coming, and Tony had spent a lot of time, obviously he had something to say to himself.

"Wesley—may I call you that? Or I'll call you another, no, I'll call you Wesley, because that's what I'm going to call you—cough! I have something to say to you—"

"..." Wesley sat upright, waiting for Tony's next words without saying a word.

"It's like this—"

"..." Wesley felt that his neck began to stretch.

"Me and you, I mean," Tony seemed to hold his breath in his chest, and it took a long time to spit it out, and quickly said: "You are adopted."

Wesley:? ? ?

This time, Tony went much smoother, and continued: "My artificial intelligence butler, Jarvis, will introduce you someday, from your original file—sorry, the files of patients undergoing surgery here must be real— —I found out from your file that although your parents passed away, your mother and my mother are actually very close, very close cousins..."

Wesley:? ? ?

Tony paused for a moment, carefully observing Wesley's expression, but Wesley was completely Spartan in his heart, and he didn't answer for a while.

"Do you understand it?"

Wesley:? ? ? ! !

Tony finally couldn't bear it anymore. He spread his hands, as if he was also surprised by this, and said casually, "We are related by blood! Or should I say, congratulations?"

Finally, the strong desire to survive made Wesley speak: "What did you say, Mr. Stark?"

Tony responded extremely quickly this time: "I think I have your custody, Wesley."

Wesley looked at Tony, who had "I'm talking nonsense" written all over his face, and was really a little confused. This question is really beyond the outline. Could it be that Tony appeared in the operating room and appeared in front of his eyes again because of his mother and the original owner? Mom is a cousin, don? !

Oh, forgot to add that "very intimate".

"It's impossible." Wesley retorted unconsciously. To be on the safe side, he fished out the system from his mind.

"System, what does Tony mean, is he having a convulsion?"

The voice of the system sounded calmly: "Genetically speaking, you and Tony Stark are indeed related by blood."

"..." Brother Wuen, you are a woolen blood, you have clearly said before that this body is a product of a laboratory, okay, where did the seven aunts and eight aunts come from.

"Anyway," Tony seemed to see that Wesley didn't believe it, and found a folder beside the bouquet. Wesley discovered that Tony had put the documents and flowers together at the beginning, and he motioned Wesley to open it.

A DNA appraisal report, issued by the Stark Group, clearly states that Wesley Field and Tony Stark are related by blood, although according to Wesley, this can only reach the level of "cousin" "The blood relationship report is the same as none.

"What do you think?" Finally, Wesley asked the question of death.

Tony paused for a moment, the air in the ward became crowded again, and then Tony said as a matter of course: "I want to adopt you, Wesley, come and live with me."

"I, cough—" Wesley coughed earth-shatteringly.

"Water?" Tony stood up abruptly and began to wander around the ward. Finally, he found a water glass and natural mineral water in the refrigerator in the single ward. Tony unscrewed the bottle cap twice, picked up the glass and poured water into it. .

Soon, the water filled the bottom of the cup and continued to rise.

Tony frowned slightly, feeling that the temperature of the glass of water seemed a little too low.

He hesitated and poured some more, just halfway through the water glass, the rim of the glass had already been covered with hoarfrost, ice flakes floated on the water surface, and spread little by little.

Tony stopped what he was doing, exhaled, and saw a cloud of white mist rising in front of his eyes again. Tony stared at the cloud of white mist and turned around slowly.

Wesley clutched his chest and was still coughing, but it wasn't as serious as it was at first.

The humidity in the room is not low, the glass is covered with white mist, and is freezing rapidly, even so, the temperature of the room is still dropping.

Without any hesitation, Tony strode to the door and opened the door of the ward first, lest it would turn into an ice cellar and the electronic sensor door would be sealed after a while.

Wesley's complexion was really bad, and he could also feel that his bed had become hard and cold, and the flowers Tony had just brought were completely covered with hoarfrost and frozen.

To be honest, when he woke up this morning, he felt cold and itchy in his lungs, and he felt like he wanted to cough. Now Wesley covered his mouth belatedly, and he could feel the air between his fingers following his breathing. Sweeping through the terrifying coolness for a while, although it will not frostbite itself, it will turn the external environment into Antarctica, and there is only one storm...

As soon as the idea came to his mind, Wesley suddenly felt the chill in his lungs increase, and his eyes widened in shock, "Damn it, no, can't it?" !

Tony had already crossed his arms, but he looked at the thermometer in the room preparedly, and murmured to himself, "Jesus Christ, minus 104."

Wesley snorted, buried his head on the bed, and held back his cough.

"Wesley?"

"Don't," Wesley's muffled voice came from over there: "Don't come here, Mr. Stark."

Hearing this, Tony walked a few steps closer unhappily, and said, "Jarvis, bring the things here—" As he spoke, he got closer and closer to Wesley, and stretched out his hand to that not-so-thick shoulder——

"Wait a moment."

A tall figure suddenly appeared between Tony and Wesley, and Tony's hand was stopped politely.

"He's right, Mr. Stark," the person who came helped his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said very seriously, "Don't go there, it's too dangerous."

Tony stared at the other party for two seconds before saying, "Clark Kent, have you received my notice?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark, sorry I can't agree."

"Next time my lawyer will contact you."

Clark couldn't help shaking his head, as if he felt it was ridiculous, he thought about it for a moment, and when the temperature in the room was getting lower and lower, he said: "Wesley and I may or may not be related by blood, but he is My family." Clark glanced at Wesley who seemed to be about to look up on the hospital bed, stretched out his hand, and pressed his big hand on the latter's head to keep Wesley from looking up for a while, before continuing: "He and I have the same abilities, the same Weakness, that's enough proof. You can't adopt him on a whim, Mister Stark, because you've seen him, he can't control his new abilities yet—he needs me."

Tony stared at this face for a long time, and realized that the tone of the other person's speech was as serious as that of an annoying alien in his impression.

"...Superman?"

"It's a little inappropriate to introduce myself now," Clark said, "I think you have a lot of things to deal with. Thank you for providing us with surgery, Mr. Stark, it's too cold here, please go out first."

Clark looked at Wesley worriedly.

Indeed, the temperature dropped so badly that it approached minus 130 degrees Fahrenheit—Tony would have more than severe frostbite any longer.

Wesley could feel the big hot hand pressing on his head, and he was speechless. In this situation, the only one who can help him is probably Clark.

"Calm down, Wesley."

Wesley covered his mouth and nodded.

"Okay, look at me."

Wesley raised his head, and the first thing he saw was Clark's face close at hand.

"It's okay, I won't get frostbite." Clark's tone was the same as usual, and he pulled Wesley's hand away. He first looked at Wesley's chest, and found easily that there was no gauze under the patient's suit, and no What kind of strange drainage tube, there seems to be no wound left by the operation, and most importantly, under his sweeping perspective, the mutant controller on Wesley's chest disappeared.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief visibly, and then said:

"You have awakened Freezing Breath, Wesley, this is indeed a tricky ability. And to be honest, it is rarely used at ordinary times." Clark's still red lips couldn't help showing a smile.

"This ability is the same as super hearing. It depends on your emotions and thoughts to control, but it requires more imagination. You have to try to feel that you are breathing in warm, normal air, and then exhaling naturally."

Wesley looked at Clark taking a serious deep breath, nodded, thinking that with his own wisdom, he could control his super hearing every minute, and freezing his breath was nothing.

"call--"

clack clack...

There are countless cracks in the large glass window.

Wesley: "..."