[Zhongyingmei] Love wife crazy demon

Tony seemed to be in a dream.

Oxygen flows into the lungs through breathing, and the anesthetic is slowly diffused with the blood.The feeling of the specially made scalpel cutting through the flesh is clearly discernible, the reactor is unscrewed, and the base is peeled off from the tight muscles... He can clearly perceive every movement of this body, heartbeat, breathing, blood flow rate , and even calculated whether the effect of the muscle relaxant on the body had met expectations... But it seemed that there was a thin layer of mist between consciousness and instinct. He just "knew" but couldn't understand his situation.He seemed to be floating in nothingness, it was pitch black everywhere, and there was nothing.Gradually even the initial feeling was lost, he opened his eyes blankly, and was sucked into an invisible undercurrent unconsciously, being pushed towards the other end of the void.

The first awareness to come back is panic.Suddenly, it was like a flood, submerging the rationality that followed.Tony knelt on the ground, buried his head deeply, panting heavily.Big beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead and rolled down his cheeks.The pain of suffocation gripped his heart tightly, and the brilliant fire that destroyed everything seemed to erupt before his eyes, followed by endless darkness...

"Failed to call Pepper." A calm voice sounded in his ear.Tony gasped and opened his eyes suddenly.He found himself wrapped in a steel suit, with a familiar interface and a barren desert in sight.He called, "Jarvis?"

no respond.The interface suddenly dimmed, and the steel clothing seemed to be hit by some external force, and it was dismantled into parts and rolled down from the body one by one.Tony subconsciously took a step back, looking at the pile of parts in bewilderment.The helmet rolled from the top of the part to his feet, and with a soft click, the visor fell off and clasped onto Tony's feet.

Only then did he realize that he was without shoes and was only wearing the pants of a hospital gown.He touched his face, from his chin to his lips, there was a circle of familiar stubble.The reactor in his chest emitted a steady blue light, and he put his hands on his heart, slowly realizing that he must be dreaming.

Probably because of the anesthetic, he fell asleep.

But Tony hadn't been in a dream so clearly in a long time.It is always difficult for dreamers to realize that they are dreaming, so the feeling in the dream is infinitely closer to reality.But... Even when he realized that he was in a dream, Tony couldn't shake off the haunting fear.

He tried his best not to think about the darkness, and his eyes wandered around.The sky is hazy, the sun cannot be seen, and the temperature in the desert is moderate, not hot.But apart from the tall and short sand dunes, there is nothing superfluous as far as the eye can see... Why is he here?

He recalled vaguely that he seemed to have had such a dream, maybe more than once... He dreamed that he was digging a well in the desert with all his might, but the well kept overflowing with black blood...

The sound of gravel scraping across the surface of the metal shovel became clear in an instant. Tony turned his head suddenly, and was surprised to see a figure standing behind him, holding a shovel in his hand, bending over and shoveling the sand with great effort.

Who is this guy?Questions ran through Tony's mind.The man was wearing a simple black T-shirt and dark gray pants, with a familiar bracelet on his wrist... While he was staring at him, the man turned his head.A face that was stained with blood but did not conceal its mature charm appeared in front of Tony.Those eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts directly. There was a bloody hole on the cheekbone, and the chapped lips were tightly pressed.

"You're here," Tony heard him say, "You're not supposed to be here."

Tony looked at him: "Are you me?"

"You are not me." He said without hesitation, "You should not be me."

He turned his head and continued to dig the big hole with the shovel.The sand brought out by the shovel gradually turned blood red, and finally it was wet and completely soaked in blood.Panic almost overwhelmed reason again, and Tony staggered to his side, looking down at the well.

"Go back, they don't belong to you." He heard his own voice convincing himself, tiredly, "This is mine...you are the new Tony Stark, you can have a fresh start, Why do you have to suffer?"

The blood spread more and more, poured out of the big pit, and wet the gravel.The toes were quickly wet, the soles of the feet sank into the sand, and the blood plasma covered the insteps.The human figures became more and more clear under the fluctuating liquid surface. They were countless densely crowded faces... Tony suddenly had a splitting headache. He opened his mouth to call out the names of these people, but nothing came out.

The person next to him suddenly dropped the shovel and jumped down.Tony reached out to pull him subconsciously, but his hand was empty in the plasma—the man disappeared.The figures surging under the surface of the liquid did not calm down. They opened their mouths angrily and roared silently, stretched out their blood-red arms and grabbed Tony.Panting heavily, Tony stepped back, his palm suddenly touched a solid ground, and he turned his head involuntarily.

Behind him turned into a deck at some point, a few seabirds were flying under the gray sky, the waves rolled over the side of the white ship, melodious music and laughter came faintly.Turning around again, the desert and the blood well had disappeared, and there was an endless ocean in front of him. He was sitting on the deck, and beside him stood a young man in white trousers, a pink shirt, a famous watch and sunglasses.

That face was so familiar, Tony leaned on the deck and stood up slowly.

"It's nice here," he heard the young man say, in a relaxed and comfortable tone, "I've sailed long enough, but I'm not tired at all. They're all lovely, and my friends are here, and everyone They are all enjoying a happy life, and don’t have to think about what responsibilities they bear. Of course, this is not an escape, I have the ability to deal with all crises. I am a genius Tony Stark, and I can solve everything.”

He raised his arms flat against the sea breeze, closed his eyes, and suddenly pushed forward with a palm. At some point, the arc pulse gun covering his palm blasted out a beam of light, and a shark was smashed under the sea surface, blood-stained. The blue water is red.

"Any enemy is no problem for me, but not you. You have no right to enjoy life, because you are a coward. You dare not even lay hands on a criminal villain, because he will look at you with affection Protecting you? Protecting pigeon chicks like a malicious vulture? Oh, it's not his fault, it's your own problem, you are confused. How ridiculous, Tony Stark also has moments of low self-confidence? "

He laughed and patted Tony on the cheek, and Tony grabbed his hand: "No one can be confident forever. I will make mistakes, everyone will make mistakes, I can't avoid making choices, even if I know that some mistakes will not be enough. make up……"

The young man withdrew his smile and looked at Tony in surprise: "Do you think you did something wrong?"

"There are so many bad options in front of me, I can only choose the one I think is the most correct." Tony said hoarsely, "But even if I made the right choice, things turned out very badly... I It’s inevitable to ask yourself, am I really right? I’m not the truth, I’m not a truly flawless hero, I can only judge things as I think they are best...but my judgments always turn out to be I don't want to see."

"Then run away, since you can't face the consequences of your choice, why not run away?" The young man said softly, "Listen to their voices... Oh, especially Pepper, she definitely doesn't want you to Take risks. You're capable of anything, you just don't feel like doing it for a while. Isn't that why you put up with that Moriarty? Take a break here, you're too tired. Remember? You just sacrificed yourself once and saved the world."

Tony had a splitting headache again.He stared at the young man's face, and stepped back: "...I will not escape. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and I will never evade the responsibility brought by my ability. I will suffer And confused, only because I'm still Tony Stark, not just the superhero Iron Man... When I decided to make the steel suit, it wasn't because I wanted to be a hero, but because Tony Stark Do your best."

With his back leaning against the railing, Tony murmured: "...no one can predict what will happen in the future, and I will face all the consequences...even if no one is standing by my side."

The railing disappeared.Tony fell backwards.He landed on a soft mattress, and the scene in front of him turned into a gray wall.In the tall and empty house there was a bed, many toys, and a table.A child was standing in front of the table concentrating on dismantling a watch. He slowly took out the small parts and arranged them in an exquisite box one by one.

"You know, I'm 14 years old, and I have a nanny." The child said suddenly, his tone full of complaints, "I'm going to college, and they still treat me like a child."

Tony suddenly wanted to laugh.He really laughed, and rubbed his forehead with his fingers: "How many more of me are there? Come all together. I want to know what else I have sealed up."

"How many memories do you think you have?" The child turned his head, with displeasure on his exquisite face, "Your life is really poor enough, Tony Stark, oh, there is no doubt that you are a genius Scientist, you love your field of expertise, and at the same time you like to pick up girls - but what else do you have besides these two points? Research, research, pick up girls, pick up girls, and later replace the pick up with being a hero, wasting energy. Daddy would be proud of you, you're pretty much repeating his path."

"After decades of death, he is still teaching me things. I don't think repeating his life path will make him proud." Tony walked up to him and sat down, "Are you mocking me? You know what? , I met your two brothers just now, one of them is persuading me to evade responsibility, and the other is also persuading me to evade responsibility. Do you also want me to evade responsibility? "

"I think you may not be clear about what your responsibility is." The child said, "I ask you, do you feel pain when facing those who died because of you?"

"I'm sorry," Tony said quietly, "but I had to."

"But can't you make a different choice?"

"When all the options look so bad, I just try to choose the one that looks the best."

"Understood, it's like the trolley problem." The child smiled. "There are five children tied up on one track and only one child on the other track. When the trolley is coming towards them, you have to ask Make a choice in time... Of course, there are still many variable factors in this problem, but in terms of life, everyone is equal in the face of accidental disasters. Right? You will feel guilty about this, In a sense, your choice sacrificed a small number of innocent people."

"I'm sorry." Tony said seriously, "I can't save the child who was playing alone, I can only try my best to make up for the damage caused by my decision."

"But there is no way to make up for the damage." The child said calmly, "It's like Howard never said he loved me. Anthony, this is the problem. You can't let go of the decision you made, and you obviously have a reason Let it go. Every time you make a decision, you open a wound in your heart, allowing the victim's resentment to squeeze in without limit. Do you think heroes make themselves so vulnerable?...Heroes always have a heart of stone .”

"...so I'm not a hero."

"Never." The child said earnestly, "You are just Tony Stark, and you are trying your best to do what you can. You are not a hero, you are just an ordinary person. You have done what a hero would do, and there are You deserve to be hailed as a hero, but you're just Tony Stark."

Tony let out a long breath: "So, do you know where the answer to the question is?"

"I know."

"The trolley problem has never been a problem for you, because you are Tony Stark. You are Iron Man. You can stop the trolley and save everyone at the same time." A voice sounded behind Tony, "And the reason why you suffer these pains is simply because your ability is not strong enough."

Tony turned around.He saw a mirror, and the person in the mirror was handsome, well-dressed, with a scar on his face, and he was reaching out his hand.

"You can change the world, change it from the source." He heard the man in the mirror say, "Accept me, I will be your strength, and you will be omnipotent."

Tony was silent for a while, then said softly: "Sounds very convincing and tempting?... However, I refuse."

"Nobody can do everything."

He smashed the mirror with his fist.

-

Moriarty entered his memory palace.

He was obviously still undergoing surgery last moment, but after the tweezers picked up the first piece of red crystal, he suddenly lost consciousness, and when he regained consciousness, he was already in the memory palace.

It can't really be called a palace here, the Memory Palace is what Holmes called it.For Moriarty, it was a veritable memory attic.It is based on the house that Moriarty was most familiar with in his childhood, and every detail is tried to restore the real.Dirty wallpaper, cockroaches under the cabinets, oily fumes on the handles... After moving out of the tidy villa area, the Moriarty family lived in this old house adjacent to the slums.

It wasn't really small, it had three bedrooms, but Moriarty had always lived in the attic.The master bedroom is occupied by the parents, the second bedroom is rented to a rich and dissolute man, and the guest bedroom is used by their friend, who they have been counting on to find a way to help Moriarty's father get back to his home. The company—they all moved out after Mrs. Moriarty died of botulism.Moriarty's father later disappeared, but Moriarty never used these bedrooms and still lived in his attic.

This will allow him to think more clearly about what he wants.

He gave each room and each piece of furniture a corresponding function in the house.The attic is undoubtedly the most important, it has become a hard drive, keeping most of the information.The three empty bedrooms certainly have their meanings, the master bedroom symbolizes love, the second bedroom symbolizes desire, and the guest bedroom symbolizes friendship.

Walking slowly on the stairs, Moriarty went up to the second floor and opened the door of the guest bedroom.

There was a musty smell in the bedroom, the curtains were drawn tightly, and a small lamp glowed dimly on the bedside table.Several people were sitting inside, playing bridge happily.Someone was pouring tea at the door, saw Moriarty, and greeted happily: "Hey, Boss, why did you think of coming here?"

"Hello, Sebastian," Moriarty said, "you know I usually don't remember to come here for years. It's good to see that the number of people in the room hasn't increased, thank God, you guys really Means a lot of trouble."

"Oh, it would be nice if you could be so gentle with me in reality." Moran shrugged and complained, "I'm afraid most of us don't know that you regard us as friends? Maybe Thomas knows , but he was just kicked out by you, and now he is squatting outside the garden and crying."

"I'm nostalgic for not planting him in the garden." Moriarty said indifferently.

"He's been wanting to go to another room, you know," Moran said. "Ever since he was 20 years old. This nasty pedophile, almost no one here really likes him. Back then he Killed a man for you, huh? Then he fell in love with you. Strange logic, he killed Carl Power just to get your attention, and instead of staying away from him, you cleaned up for him Endgame, tolerate him staying by your side. If you hadn't been too cruel to him, and he had always worshiped you so much, I thought you would be interested in him."

"Life is always full of boredom, what's wrong with finding some fun?" Moriarty said, "Thomas is a young man with great potential, he didn't kill Carl Power because he fell in love with me, he just Simply trying to get my attention. He's worshiped me since he saw how I killed Mrs. Moriarty. Turn, the consequences are huge."

Moran said clearly: "So he has been hitting the garden railing. He will definitely kill you."

"Let him come, I'm bored."

Moriarty closed the door and continued up the stairs.The old stairs creaked, and a board was even warped with a nail.Moriarty walked up the block of stairs to the third floor.He opened the door of the second bedroom.

The room was empty, without a single piece of furniture.From the ceiling to the walls to the floor, sparkling gems are inlaid everywhere, some are man-made, some are natural, some are expensive, some are cheap, some are glass beads, and some are crowned with pigeon blood...

"Saint Jim." He squatted down, touched a sapphire, got up and walked out of the room.

The door was closed.He walked down the dark corridor and came to the master bedroom.Before pushing open the door, he hesitated for a moment, but he let out a breath and walked into the room.

The bedroom was rather flashy, with golden tones and high-end furniture.On the expensive carpet, with his back to him, lay a man lying on his side, completely naked, with only a sheet around his waist.

... as expected.Moriarty stood at the door, staring silently at the figure.The slender neck, the soft curly hair, and the fair and tender skin look particularly impactful against the golden-brown carpet... The long-folded sheets barely cover the waist and buttocks, casting beautiful shadows on the heels of the legs.Silk sheets covered in natural sheaves accentuate the shape of the hip, and everything from the vibe to the color is sinful.

He murmured, "Why did you choose me?"

The figure turned around.He has the same face as Tony, even softer and more beautiful than Tony, but his eyes are bright red: "Don't you yearn for him? How do you know I'm not him?"

"I'm not a fool." Moriarty sneered, "There are too many loopholes, not to mention it's in my thinking. So you're the one who keeps Tony having nightmares?"

The figure stood up, covered in red all over.He looked like a clear crystal, the same color as the shrapnel inside Tony.

"He rejected me." Jing Jing said, "How long have I waited to finally find a suitable person who happened to pass by where I was living and who happened to have a strong desire. But I didn't expect him to Reject me, even if I am willing to give him the power to change reality. I can fulfill all his wishes, make that universe truly a peaceful place, and perfectly reflect every bit of his vision for the future in his heart... But he rejected me He would rather sink in pain alone than accept my help, tell me, have you ever seen such a saint?"

"This is my Tony." Moriarty said softly, "I finally understand why he blocked his memory... because he knows that he is not a saint, and he cannot guarantee that he can control this power, so he Refused your temptation."

"It's only half right. He's too self-willed." Crystal said, "What about you? When I first entered this universe, I felt your breath. You are the most suitable person for me in this universe. If you want to Accept me, and we will definitely be the most suitable partners."

"There is a question." Moriarty said, "Why are you looking for the host so urgently?"

"I'm so lonely." Crystal said, "I don't know how many years I have been wandering in the multiverse, and I don't know how many masters I have had... But no one will ever realize my true purpose. I am the reality gem, Rather than a wish-fulfilling machine, my powers are powerful, but not made to destroy or change..."

"You are catering to my heart." Moriarty narrowed his eyes slightly, "What you said is not your own true thoughts, but your interpretation of me."

"If you can subdue me, of course it will be my real idea." Crystal said, "Do you want Tony to fall in love with you? I can help you do it without breaking a sweat. You want me to completely treat you Do you obey? As long as you really control me, you can order me to change my thinking and treat you as the only master."

Moriarty suddenly said, "Can you try being Tony again?"

The crystals opened their arms, and the skin regained its human radiance.He showed himself and turned around in front of Moriarty, putting his fingers on his Adam's apple: "How about it? Do you want to try it?"

"It's ugly." Moriarty clapped his hands with a disgusted expression, "Until I figure out what you are, please stay in the room for a while."

A steady stream of gems fell from the ceiling, submerging the human figure in an instant.Moriarty exited the room, took out the long-lost key from under the wooden board, and locked the door of the master bedroom.

-

Moriarty opened his eyes.He found himself standing in the operating room with the special blood-stained scalpel still in his hand.Tony's chest had returned to normal, as if there had never been any wound.The reactor was lying quietly on the tray beside him, and Tony was breathing smoothly, apparently falling asleep.

...an anticlimactic operation.Moriarty checked Tony's vital signs, found that everything was fine, and carried Tony to the next room.After watching Tony by the bed with complicated emotions for a long time, Moriarty got up and left the room, returning to the sixth floor.

Tony's act of blocking his memory was correct, and the words in that gem's mouth were probably less than [-]% authentic.Fortunately, in order to tempt Moriarty, it took the initiative to run to the deepest part of Moriarty's defenses, which gave Moriarty a chance to lock it up.There is no doubt that if the ability of this gem is real, then the consciousness that appeared in Moriarty's mind must not be derived from it independently.It's too human, and a fool who thinks it's smart.It should be able to borrow part of the gem's ability, but it can't really control the gem, otherwise Tony's subconscious will not affect the power of the gem, and open the wormhole to this universe.

What is certain is that consciousness and the power of the gem are essentially separate.It seems that it needs a real body to be able to use the power of gems, otherwise it has been wandering in the universe for so many years. If it can perceive who is the most suitable person in this universe, why not open it? The wormhole was actively looking for it by itself, but it was not until Tony passed by that he found a host after all the hard work?

He opened his hands, imagining how he would change reality, and shook his head.

If he can use the power of that gem now, let that fool disappear forever.No matter who the gem is going to choose, or doesn't care what the choice is, it's bad enough to be under the influence of such a fool.

Putting this matter aside, Moriarty checked the time, turned on the computer, and expertly entered a website address.Green characters flowed on the interface, and Moriarty's phone rang suddenly.

It was Moran who called: "...Boss, Sherlock really took away the missile defense plan, should we start to act?"

"Not busy, he will take the initiative to come to me." Moriarty said, "He must be impatient."

Moran hummed, and then said cautiously: "Boss... what kind of problems do you think will arise if my identity is exposed?"

"'Shocking! Members of the House of Lords are notorious killers! Why do aristocratic families have so many scum'?" Moriarty drew his tone, imitating the exaggerated voice of a third-rate radio host, "Are you referring to this kind of thing?" ? Replace the sniper with the playboy? This headline has appeared in the newspapers more than ten times."

"...I'm serious, Boss." Moran said angrily, "A woman came to me and said she had some news to sell, and asked me for your contact information... She is a princess My close friend, the specific level of intimacy has reached the point where condoms are consumed. She threatened me that if she refused to introduce you for her, I would expose my real identity... I don’t know how she learned about it , isn't this matter a secret in the royal family?"

"It's too fake." Moriarty said ruthlessly, "Please practice in front of the mirror next time you tell a lie, Sebastian, do you think I'm so easy to deceive?"

"... Well, she looks beautiful." Moran said after a moment of silence.

"There are some secrets in her hands, but she doesn't sell them to Magnussen. She must know what these secrets will bring to herself, and she will soon encounter disaster." Moriarty said softly, "A smart Woman... so, did you give it to her?"

Moran felt guilty: "I didn't sleep with her!"

Moriarty: "..." Stupid!

He hung up the phone and started refreshing his blog and other things.In the evening, he went downstairs to see Tony again, and did a basic check on himself by the way.The results of the examination showed that his body was normal, and there was no gemstone suddenly appearing in any part.Tony was still asleep, seemingly soundly asleep.After confirming that his sleep was normal, Moriarty kissed his forehead, let him continue this rare good sleep, and returned to his office.

In the evening, he saw Sherlock updated a blog: [The Bruce Partington plan is in my hands.Come and get it.Right at that swimming pool.midnight. ]

Moriarty whistled, opened a window, and quickly typed a few lines.Since Sherlock mentioned the swimming pool where Carl Power died, it was tantamount to telling Moriarty that he was looking forward to resuming the unfinished match that year... So, this is equivalent to an invitation between the two, Surely he would not be taking John Watson with him.But Dr. Watson is obviously a good man who misses his friends very much. Sherlock wants to avoid him and meet Moriarty secretly, unless it is sure that Watson will not find out that he sneaked out at midnight... In this way, Moriarty There is a good idea to play with.

A few minutes later, Moriarty received a text message, and the unconscious face of Dr. John Watson appeared in the picture.After making some small arrangements, Moriarty waited until midnight, picked out his favorite suit from the closet, and drove to the swimming pool.

Tony was still asleep.Moriarty hoped he'd better sleep until tomorrow morning.After he finishes this game, they will have a lot of time to slowly discuss issues about justice and evil...

Sherlock is already waiting in the swimming pool.Moriarty stood outside the door and pressed the intercom button: "... Dr. John Watson?"

"……Who are you?"

Watson's voice rang out nervously and vigilantly.Moriarty laughed, and said softly: "You will know who I am. Now, you should have guessed how the story will develop—please go into the swimming pool and repeat me verbatim If you say one word wrong..." He whistled softly, "You will never want to blog again."

-

Tony felt as if he had slept for a long time.He hadn't slept so well in a long time.There were no dreams, and no one disturbed him. He slept until his energy was fully recovered. When he opened his eyes, he felt that he was in good spirits now.

He was lying on a narrow bed with a thin quilt draped around his waist.Rubbing his forehead, Tony turned over and sat up: "Jarvis? What time is it?"

"At 4:3 p.m. on April 11rd, sir." Jarvis' voice responded quickly, "You have been in a coma for nearly fourteen hours."

Tony looked down at his chest, and put his hand into the T-shirt: "Is the operation successful?"

Jarvis paused: "... If you just refer to the act of taking the crystal out of your body, it's very successful, sir."

Tony frowned slightly and lowered his hand: "What accident happened?"

"Mr. Moriarty just opened your chest, and those crystals flowed into his body just like they appeared on your body." Jarvis said, "He lost consciousness for about 5 minutes in front of the operating table. , A few seconds before he reopened his eyes, your wound miraculously healed instantly. The whole process only took a few frames, do you want to watch the operation record?"

Tony stood up: "...No need. You mean, the gem has entered his body now?"

"Yes, sir."

Tony smiled bitterly, sat down again, and smoothed his hair with his hands irritably: "...Jarvis, I'm afraid we may be in trouble."

"gentlemen?"

"I recovered my memory, and I also know what happened to that gem." Tony sighed, "Just like the Rubik's Cube, it also has some kind of incredible power... Specifically, it is like a universal wish Like a machine, you don’t need to pay a price, and you can realize your wishes and change reality only by relying on the power of the gem itself. But the strange thing is that the gem seems to be more than just a tool like the Rubik’s Cube, it also has a consciousness attached to it. It keeps Persuading me to hand over my body to it and give up the things I carried on my back... Well, there are a few words that are really touching. But I will never forget how it invaded and robbed me when I was on the verge of death Physical. You found the influx of energy and genetic modification, didn't you? But it wasn't my wish, it was its will. It seemed to think I was dead, so it manipulated the power of the gem to change me body, but thanks to those transformations, I was able to wake up and block my most important thing."

"But it's now in the hands of Mr. Moriarty..."

"Is there anything unusual about Jim after waking up?"

"No, sir." Jarvis said, "There is no abnormality in his behavior. Five hours ago, he checked his body here. I kept his inspection data, and everything is consistent with the past."

Tony frowned slightly, and murmured: "But that gem is too dangerous...and it will never let it go. We must find a way to isolate it or destroy it, Jarvis."

Jarvis's voice sounded hesitant: "...we were planning to use it to get you back, sir."

"—Jarvis." Tony called him, "The earth will not stop turning because of the lack of a Tony Stark, and the world will not lack a superhero named Iron Man... In short, I cannot After sacrificing oneself for one world and then bringing disaster to another world, I think it is more important to destroy this uncontrollable power than the question of whether you can go back."

"gentlemen……"

"The most urgent thing is to know how much Jim knows, and whether he will use that power subconsciously." Tony said to himself, thumping his palm, "No, he should have used it subconsciously once... Jarvis, we're running out of time. You know Jim's in