[Comprehensive British and American] When short rich handsome meets tall rich handsome

Night, Gotham.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." The skinny teenage child kept stepping back, while avoiding the capture of the tall man in front of him, he said in a panic.

"Hey, kid, don't try to run away." The strong man stretched out his big hands, trying to catch the child, but the other party deftly dodged every time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The child jumped onto the low room next to him and tried to explain, "I really didn't know you were dealing in arms..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a large group of people with guns surrounding him. As he spoke, he quickly hid himself behind the wall, thus avoiding a large number of bullets.

When the gunfire stopped, he nodded slightly and saw the strong man who was about to arrest him just now, and he respectfully explained something to the crowd who came suddenly—or he explained something to the person surrounded by the crowd.

The man surrounded in the middle is wearing a black suit, short and thin, with a single-lens spectacles on his right eye, a hooked nose, an umbrella in one hand, and a cigar in the other.

His feet are very strange, the heels are touching together, and he wobbles when he walks, just like a penguin.

The way he trudges like this is enough to make a lot of people laugh, but no one in Gotham can laugh because everyone knows who he is.

Oswald Copperpot, Penguin.

"I don't know? I don't know that you have tied up all of my people, little boy of justice?" Seeing that the child was looking at him, the Penguin dropped the cigar in his hand, raised his arm, and let one of the Sakers fly to on his arm, and then said, "Maybe another Batmonger admirer, what's your name, little boy?"

"Er...Peter...Peter Potts?" Peter Parker AKA Spider-Man, Peter added in his mind.

The unlucky Peter finally flew back to the earth in the stolen spaceship, and arrived at a strange city as soon as he landed.

He shot subconsciously, and only after he thought he had dealt with everyone did he realize that there are still people rushing over...

This place...why are there so many bad guys?

"Peter, Peter... an outsider?" Oswald whispered his name softly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "In Gotham, no one dares to touch Penguin's things!"

Oh, hapless Peter Parker, you've got a mob boss.

Peter wailed in his heart: "Listen, Mr. Penguin? I really didn't mean it, I just... I didn't expect the arms trade to be so normal here? I really have something right now, I mean... Look there!"

Peter suddenly yelled loudly, and the moment he finished yelling, he threw a stone and hit the ground not far away.

He just wanted to try to see if he could divert the attention of some people. Who knew that the moment he heard the noise, everyone trembled, and then focused their fearful eyes on the place where the noise came from.

Peter's eyes lit up, he didn't have time to think about why, and immediately shot a spider's thread to a nearby house.

"That's not a bat dart, you idiots!" Oswald yelled angrily, and after he finished shouting, he shook his arm, and the bird on his arm flew up, "Edward! Go catch that kid for me! "

The falcon honked in the air, and flew towards Peter like a sharp arrow.

Spiders are fine with birds.

Anyway, no one knew him in this place, so Peter simply let go, and quickly shuttled between the tall buildings, relying on the complicated terrain and dexterous movements to avoid the tracking of the falcon.

But obviously, the agility and speed of birds are no worse than Peter's. Even this clever falcon knows every corner of the city, and it is easier to avoid some obstacles than Peter.

The moment he jumped onto a tall building again, Peter was thrown to the ground by Saker.

"Good bird, good bird, don't make trouble..." The sharp beak of the Saker was not fatal to him at all, but it was undoubtedly a waste of time.

During the few seconds of being entangled, Peter could almost hear the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to his ears——

“科

Potter's bird? "The footsteps stopped not far from him, and then Peter felt the bird on his body let go of him, flapped its wings quickly, and flew into the air as if fleeing.

Peter quickly moved two steps back, patted the bird feathers all over his body, and then looked in the direction where the footsteps stopped.

A man in a blue-black tights and a mask lightly tapped himself on the back with a double stick in his hand: "Being chased by Cobblepot's bird? Wandering in half of Gotham? You have to be lucky." The bat didn't come today, otherwise your behavior would be quite suspicious."

"Oh, shit!"

Tony swears, and then he hears B say to him, "Be patient, Tony, this isn't going to happen in a day."

His ai butler commanded the robot to put a cup of tea in front of Tony - newly purchased tea. Since Tony came, the Stark mansion has been completely renewed and regained its vitality.

Tony ignored the cup of tea, he doesn't like tea much, he prefers coffee or something to tea.

But his new butler doesn't like coffee, he likes to serve him tea and milk—after rejecting milk that makes him sleepy after drinking it, Tony chooses tea, at least the alcohol in tea can keep him A period of sobriety.

"You haven't slept in a long time, Tony," B said. "Denying sleep won't help you think better."

"You are Stark's AI, you should know that Stark never needs sleep, their thinking is very good."

"But since just now, the book in your hand has been taken down." B said calmly.

Tony froze for two seconds, threw the "Encyclopedia of Dark Arts in the Middle Ages" on the table, and complained angrily to B: "That's because this thing is a fantasy! It's a fantasy written by the most trashy author!"

"uh-huh."

"I must block the store that recommended me, but he actually told me that it must be real magic. Does it have anything to do with reality?" Tony said angrily, crossing his arms.

In front of him, in addition to the "Encyclopedia of Dark Arts in the Middle Ages", which was evaluated as garbage among garbage, there were also a series of books such as "Basic Magic Learning", "History of Magic" and so on.

With just one glance, Tony can tell that everything written in this book is false!

And what he told the shop owner was that he needed the most authentic magic!

Thinking of the look in the store owner's eyes when he brought him the book and the tone when he repeatedly told him that this must be the true meaning of magic...he must think he is a lunatic with a second disease!

"I'm starting to miss Stephen...Even if he whispers in my ear what kind of mysterious power? Force? Whatever it is, as long as it works." Tony scratched his hair, experiencing the feeling of going crazy for the first time , "I can't experience any magic. After that gem enters my body, I can't find where it is now!"

"That's because you resist magic in your heart."

Tony admits at this point that as long as he thinks that this thing has something to do with magic, there will be a thousand ways to refute him in his mind.

"How did 'I' use him..." Tony raised his hand as soon as he finished speaking, showing a gesture of rejection, "No, don't tell me, if you tell me, it is equivalent to admitting the current Tony Stark Not as smart as the future Tony Stark? I can."

Tony cheered up again and decided to continue reading.

B directed the manipulator to move the tea a little farther away from Tony, so as not to be hit by the book he accidentally threw out, and he left quietly.

Half an hour later, Tony, determined to continue his research, fell asleep for the first time during the study.

……

Tony opened his eyes in a daze: "Did I fall asleep? God, that book is so hypnotic, B—"

"On the 130th and fifth day of the post-war calendar, the last block of New York was breached yesterday. After that, there is no land in the United States that belongs to us." A clear female voice sounded, interrupting Tony's words.

It was rare for Tony to look in the direction of the voice in a dazed manner. The moment he saw the speaker, he immediately regained his energy.

"Natasha?" There was a look of surprise on Tony's face.

Hi, I saw a red-haired woman not far away, and ran towards her excitedly, shouting while running, "Am I going home?"

Who knew that Natasha walked past him expressionlessly, as if she didn't see it, and walked to the door of the room.

Tony froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand, trying to touch something around him, only to find that his hand went through.

He seemed to be a ghost.

His eyes stared at Natasha for a moment, watching her meet Hawkeye.

Hawkeye whispered something to her, and then left in a hurry.

Natasha leaned against the door and waited for him, holding the tape recorder in her hand, and continued to talk.

She was recording what Tony heard just now.

"The situation around the world is not too different. Only Wakanda is still capable of fighting. But Thanos' army has begun to march towards Wakanda from all fronts. T'Challa may...have no way to resist for too long." Natasha paused, and continued to speak into the recorder, "Since half a month ago we lost the trace of Doctor Strange and Spider-Man, our companions have been caught continuously, the day before yesterday was Star-Lord, yesterday was Captain and Falcon The good news is that we still have a chance. Thanos seems to be looking for something, so he didn't intend to kill them, but imprisoned them in the dome... Thanos used our prison to imprison our people .”

"Natasha?" Hawkeye, who came back from the outside, shouted at Natasha, "Are you still recording?"

Natasha pressed the stop button: "It's almost there, and there is no good news left."

"At least people will know that we have fought after we are defeated." Hawkeye pursed his lips, blinked his eyes, and said with a face of pretending to be relaxed, "They are here, we will set off immediately."

Natasha nodded, and stuffed the tape recorder in her hand into a hidden place in the corner of the room, then walked out the door with Hawkeye.

Tony followed unconsciously, neither Natasha nor Hawkeye seemed to be able to see him...

The moment he went out, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

Now New York is in a mess, with ruins everywhere.

The original high-rise buildings disappeared, and at a glance, there were corpses on the road, and those broken corpses were lying on the ground full of maggots because no one cleaned them up.

This is...the New York he knew?