Marvel: I Can Control Metal

The ultimate speed of forty times the speed of sound, if it were not for the assistance of two wings, and the ability of space gems to smooth the violent fluctuations caused by movement.

The huge kinetic energy brought by it is enough to destroy many things around it, causing extremely terrifying destructive power.

At this time, Leo's speed has exceeded the world's fastest missile speed.

Even if a missile exploded beside him, Leo could quickly leave the explosion range.

But in just ten minutes, Leo came to the land.

Looking at the prosperous city below, whether it is the continent, first land and ask about the situation.

As soon as the wings were closed, he landed silently in the bustling city at night.

Looking at the familiar Chinese characters around, it seems that I have come to China.

With a slight smile, the meteorite clothes on her body slowly deformed, from a set of tights to a set of shorts and short sleeves.

Although it was strange to wear shorts and short sleeves in December, it was much better than before.

Looking at the bustling streets around.

Quickly asked about the current time and recent events.

But I was told that it is December 24th, and tomorrow is Christmas, and the big event is.

‘Iron Man Tony Stark, suspected of being killed by the terrorist Mandalin. ’

...

The little boy gently stroked Mark 42 as if looking at a treasure.

"Life is impermanent, I build him and take care of him."

Looking at the little boy playing with the broken armor, "I will fix him."

(There is a difference between ‘him’ and ‘it’ in English. Tony treats these armors really like he treats children and his comrades, and it is the same for Jarvis.)

"Are you a repairman?"

The boy looked at the armor and asked.

"Yes." Tony heard the name, thought for a moment, but nodded.

In his heart, he gave himself such a title again.

"If I were to build Iron Man and War Machine, I would add, uh...reflective..."

"Reflective panel."

"Yes, let him be invisible." The boy looked at Tony and said solemnly.

"Do you want stealth mode? That's a good idea, maybe I will make one." Tony nodded.

Suddenly, the little boy snapped off a finger of Mark 42.

"Don't move, what are you doing? You will break its fingers!"

Tony watched the boy's movements and said angrily, "He will hurt, he is already injured, don't touch him!"

The boy also knew that he had offended Tony, a little embarrassed.

"Sorry."

"Really?" Tony was angry.

The boy was fiddling with his fingers, his embarrassed smile was slightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth drooped slightly. He was very sorry, and his watery eyes looked at Tony apologetically.

Tony's tone also immediately softened. After all, this is the boy's home, and he can't stand the look of a child the most.

"Forget it, I will fix it. Who else is at home?"

"My mom went to work, and my dad went to buy scratching music."

"I guess he won because it has been six years." The boy said, lowering his head and looking at the severed finger in his hand.

Tony also touched his nose slightly awkwardly and looked at the dejected boy.

"Dad is like this, don't be sad."

"I need something, a laptop, an electronic watch, a mobile phone, the air brake of your toy gun, a map, a big spring and a tuna sandwich."

Tony looked at the little boy and said.

"What good do I have."

"Self-salvation, what's his name, your classmate?" (ps: Children from single-parent families are the most vulnerable objects in school.)

"How do you know?" the boy asked, acquiescing to this.

"I have something for you."

Tony walked over to the armor, and the flash bomb built into the spine layer automatically turned on.

It can be ejected as a flash jamming bomb, and can be taken out as a hand-held self-defense flash weapon.

A golden and red stick was brought in front of the boy, "I call him Cricket's Candy House."

"Just kidding, this is powerful, don't face yourself, press the button above, it will drive away the bully, you can't kill people, just defend yourself, make a deal?"

Successfully led the boy's idea into Tony's hands.

The boy wanted to reach out and grab it. Tony shook his hand in a circle, and the small hand that was drawn swayed.

"Deal? Is it a deal?"

"Deal."

The boy got the flash bomb and showed a happy smile.

"What's your name?"

"Harry, how about you?" Harry's attention was all on the flash bomb in his hand.

"Repairman, Tony!"

Looking at the little boy in front of him, "Do you know what I'm thinking about now? ‘Where’s my sandwich?’"

...

Malibu Avenue, 10880.

Five or six fire trucks, police, and reporters all arrived here, clearing the ruins, trying to find Tony Stark's trail.

Only Pepper stood on the edge of the cliff, holding the broken faceplate of Mark Seven in his hands, his face full of endless sadness.

Touching his visor against his forehead, he was silent in despair.

This strong and strong woman kept shaking with tears in her eyes.

In the silence, I heard the slight dripping sound in the visor, and when I looked upside down, I saw a red light spot flickering.

In her fragmented memory, this should mean that there is a message, but there are not many people with permission to use it.

He clasped it on his head.

‘Stark safety net, retina confirmation. ’

The voice of Stark Internet Smart Butler rang.

"Pepper, it's me."

"I have a lot of things to apologize, but..."

Tony’s voice suddenly rang, which shocked Pepper~www.ltnovel.com~ Then, after hearing Tony’s voice, Pepper’s face also burst into a happy smile, as brilliant as a dead end. Smile, and excitement from the heart.

With a smile, two tears of excitement fell from the corner of his eyes.

Taking off the mask, looking at the night sky, the originally dim night sky, the stars seemed to be lit up again.

Among them, another streamer galloped over here.

...

Harry found everything he needed for Tony, a computer, a watch, a pneumatic brake, including a sandwich he had just made himself.

Tony used some common tools in Harry's family to start repairing the Mark 42 and fine-tune the system.

But this boring maintenance process, Harry has been staying aside, but watching it with gusto, very interested.

Among them, many more professional mentally handicapped problems have been raised.

And Tony answered some casually.

But Harry's mouth never stopped. Apart from these questions, while Tony was eating a sandwich, he kept asking about the New York War, Hulk, and the golden legend.

"Has Hulk always been like that?"

"Is Thor really a god? How did his hammer do it?"

"What does Golden Legend look like? Why can't I find any news about Golden Legend online? Are you familiar with him?"

Harry's craftsmanship turned out to be pretty good after Tony finished eating the sandwich in his hand.

This feeling reminded him of the time when he and Leo made the Mark II in the basement.

But he couldn't help but think of Leo's disappearance, his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Harry, your mouth is really broken."

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