Do you want to eat Amway? [Comprehensive British and American]

"Well--!"

Carl grunted in pain, as if hit by a cannon/bullet, he was thrown flying.The thing that hit him slammed into the snow together with him, used him as a pad, and pushed out a certain distance together before stopping the momentum and not moving.

"—I can't believe it, Jarvis, did your program go wrong? We hit someone!"

Tony, who was thrown to pieces, lay on the ground, coughed a few times weakly, then opened the battle armor, shook his head and struggled to get out of it.His first action was to start looking around for the man he had hit.

Tony was attacked at home, and after falling into a coma, his smart butler automatically set the schedule to take him to the next destination—unfortunately, the energy of the armor was gone when he was about to arrive, and Tony was flying As soon as he woke up during the process, he was horrified to find that the battle armor was falling to the ground and bumped into a person!

"Sir... the energy is exhausted, and I can't control where I landed. I'm sorry, I'm going to sleep too." Tony's always good helper, the smart butler with a British accent, had a tired and weak voice, and the voice finally disappeared.

The golden-red battle armor covered in scars lay quietly on the ground, unresponsive.

"Okay, sleep, I'm the only one left now." Tony stood in the snow in a short-sleeved T-shirt, shivering from the cold.He closed his eyes tiredly, almost knocked down by this series of events, but tried his best to pretend that he was not affected at all, and began to look for another figure in the sparsely distributed woods.

There has never been a worse time than now.

"With an impact of this magnitude, ordinary people will die on the spot. Even if they are lucky enough to survive, they will probably..." Tony's face was quite gloomy, but he was already heavily prepared for the follow-up arrangement.

After all, this was the first time his armor had such an accident, hitting an innocent person.

The problem is that Tony endured the drowsiness caused by the cold and pain and searched around, but he couldn't find anything.Well, now there is only one last place left unchecked.Tony's heart was full of ominous premonition, and he looked at the two-meter-high battle armor lying on the ground.

"No... yes." He murmured.

If it is really under the battle armor, then that person will definitely not be able to survive.

Tony finally pushed his armor away with great difficulty, and saw in horror that there was indeed a person lying on his stomach right under the armor—the brown-haired man was lying face down, already under the pressure of the heavy armor and momentum. Into the snow and mud, motionless.

"We must add an emergency landing device in the future..." Tony's heart became heavier, and he murmured, "Sorry, buddy, I will take good care of your family and give them the compensation I can give."

He dragged the man up with difficulty, turned over, and the slightly familiar face that appeared made Tony stunned.

"Have I met this man?" Tony fell into incomprehensible thought.

"Cough cough cough—!" Carl coughed suddenly, spitting out a mouthful of snow and dirt, because Drago woke up from a brief coma.He feebly raised his hand and touched his teary nose, grinning and teasing in a low voice, "Take care of my family? You'd better put on thick clothes first, Tony."

—Tony himself is Carl's family.

"Are you still alive? Did we know each other before? I don't remember you." Tony looked up and down the brown-haired young man who stood up in surprise. He looked over with a helpless expression.

This is definitely not a physique that a normal person can have.

"Then it's okay to get to know each other again. My name is Carl, Calwood." Carl didn't explain the meaning of the previous meeting, wiped away the physical tears from the corners of his eyes, and gasped for breath while covering his chest, "Huh... it still hurts, next time Please pay attention to nodding your head, okay?"

Because this time point is obviously later than the time of Sol last time, and earlier than the time when he came with Steve for the first time.So as long as he was on the aircraft carrier, he thought he was an Asgardian civilian who followed Sol.Tony always forgets people he doesn't care about when he sees them. He usually relies on assistants and smart butlers to remind him. Now in this wilderness, it's normal for him not to remember.

"As you can see, it's because my armor has run out of energy." Tony didn't dare to speak in his usual perfunctory and venomous tone, he was still a little guilty and guilty.

"So...we're going to find a place with people?" Carl looked around.

Here is still a mountain, except for a road, surrounded by woods and stones, covered by heavy snow, desolate.It was almost evening now, and the temperature began to drop. If there were a few more hours at night, they would definitely freeze to death in the snow.

No, it was Tony who would freeze to death.

The blood on the face of the man with the mustache hadn't been wiped off, and he was wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt. From the moment Karl opened his eyes, he could be seen trembling.

"Put this on." Carl took off his gloves first, and then took off his thick cotton coat and handed it over.

"I never accept things that men hand over." Tony looked at the remaining white thin shirt on Carl's body and said stiffly.

"You mean you want me to help you put it on? Do the rich and powerful have so many problems now? If you need...?" Carl deliberately misinterpreted his meaning and looked over questioningly, as if he really wanted to walk over.

He immediately got a terrified Tony who shook his head rapidly.

Carl forced his smile back, and urged, "Quickly wear it! My physique is different from ordinary people, and I can't die with this temperature."

This time Tony didn't say a word, he took the cotton coat and wrapped it around his body obediently, Carl threw the gloves and hat over, left the scarf and ear warmer for himself, and explained: "You wear cotton coat, I wear cotton trousers, you two Warmers, I have two warmers, fair enough."

...Damn it!

Are gloves, hats and scarves comparable to ear warmers? ?

"That's it. I'll decide how to allocate my things. Let's go." Carl didn't give Tony time to speak, turned around and found a direction, and was about to leave.Tony had to stop him and turn his attention to another matter, "Wait, I'm going to put on my armor."

Luckily, he found a long rope from the side of the road, wrapped it around the chest of the golden-red battle armor a few times, tied the other end around his waist, and dragged him after Karl with difficulty.

"Do you know where we are now?" Tony asked after chasing after him. After wrapping up the cotton coat and gloves, the warmth brought by the thick cotton material began to appear, and he finally stopped shivering.

He was too busy looking for Karl as soon as he left the armor, and didn't have time to ask the smart butler for more information.

"I don't know... I just appeared here suddenly." Karl answered honestly.

Tony looked at him, didn't say what was in his heart, and complained casually: "I don't know when I will find a place with people, I'm almost starving to death."

Now that I think about it, many doubts arise.Why would a passerby on foot appear on a deserted mountain, claiming to appear suddenly, Tony should have known him before, what is going on?

"Fried potato cakes, do you want to eat?" The words of the brown-haired youth and a tempting aroma came out, interrupting Tony's thoughts.

The young man conjured up a porcelain plate somehow, which contained a thick stack of fried potato cakes, and a layer of fried eggs on the skin was clearly dotted with a lot of green onions.Most importantly, it was steaming hot!Like fresh out of the oven, the aroma is deadly.

"Where did you get that?" Tony stared at Carl questioningly with ghostly eyes.He dared to swear that there was nothing on Wood just now, except for this scent, he would never be able to hide it!

"This is a little skill of mine." Carl didn't say much, and passed the fried potato cakes with his usual expression, "Aren't you hungry? Eat."

"...I never eat onions."

Even though Tony said so, he still took a piece of pie with a distasteful face, turned his left and right hands several times when it was hot, blew his breath, and ate it hungrily.He ate four or five cakes in one go before slowing down.For a moment, the expression of the man with the mustache eased, as if he had eaten a feast cooked by a world-class chef.

"Not bad." He finally commented.

Carl silently looked at the plate with [Steve's Potato Cakes] written on it in his backpack. It has accumulated 4 times in the same grid, which means that the remaining food is enough to feed the two of them for a few days.Just like in the comics, little Steve cooks a lot of hash browns for little Tony's breakfast, all in Carl's backpack to keep them fresh and hot.

Of course—it was originally forbidden to open the backpack in the dungeon.

But when Carl tried it just now, a card usage question popped up automatically: "Do you want to use the 'Marvel World Temporary Card' x1?"

"Marvel World Temporary Card: It can change the Marvel World from a dungeon state to a normal state in a short period of time. In this state, buttons such as backpacks, missions, hosting rooms, cards, etc. can be used as usual."

... so Carl can get everything out.

"Let me see what else I can help." Carl murmured, his eyes fixed on [Dr. Banner's motorcycle].

……

"You know, I recalled the first time I was in danger." Tony murmured expressionlessly, "It's the same two people who also need to take risks to survive, and the environment they face is extremely harsh."

"Originally? Isn't it the same now? Another blueberry candy? I remember you like this." Carl interjected.

"Of course it's different, are we on vacation??" Tony withdrew from the state of memory, staring at himself in disbelief.

The roar of the broken motorcycle was fast and slow, and it carried two people and a battle armor behind the car at a steady speed, driving on the road.In the distance, there are sporadic lights of the city.The indescribable women's breastplate is in the middle of the handlebars of the motorcycle, blocking the icy cold wind outside. There is no wind at all on the back seat of the car, which is warm and quiet.

The scabs on Tony's face were cleaned off with a hot towel, and medicine was applied to the wound.Bandages were wrapped around his arms, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and he ate a delicious meal of fried potato cakes.It's full and warm, you don't need to drag your battle armor, and you can sit and rest!He almost fell asleep in this atmosphere!

Tony really thought that the situation he encountered today was extremely bad, but Carl in front even had his favorite blueberry-flavored snacks!How did this happen so unexpectedly?

If Tony has seen Doraemon, he must immediately agree--

Calwood's hands are like the fat blue man's bellyband!Any messy things can be pulled out!Hell, they are really just on the desolate and cold mountain now!