Chapter 1827 Madman’s Journey (31)
The car sped away on the New Jersey highway, bringing up a faint cloud of smoke. The setting sun set on the brown-red land at the end of the highway, and also turned the puddles on the lead-gray road in Manhattan into a dazzling golden red.
When Tony Stark, wearing a steel suit, appeared in the cafe, it caused a commotion. People took out their mobile phones one after another, and the sound of clicking shutters could be heard continuously. Stark waved his hands impatiently, but the crowd still got louder.
The more you gather.
The clerk behind the bar walked out with a smile. He looked helplessly at the congestion at the entrance of the store. He rubbed his hands and planned to step forward to persuade Stark not to be so high-profile. Then a stack of bills was slapped on the bar.
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The fat boss's golden eyes lit up in the back kitchen door, and with a "pop" sound, the closing sign was hung on the door of the coffee shop.
Stark put his hands behind his head and leaned sideways on the chair with the best view by the window. "Ding the bell," the wind chime hanging at the door rang, and the slim figure of the red-haired female agent appeared around the corner.
, Stark whistled towards Natasha.
Natasha put her handbag aside, sat opposite Stark, took off her sunglasses, raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Long time no see, Tony, how are you doing lately?"
"Asking knowingly." Tony tilted his head and glanced at her, then turned back and said: "Pepper Pepper has been giving me a lot of trouble after you left. If you don't come to me, I will go to Nick to get some energy."
Damage fee.”
Natasha didn't talk about business as coldly as usual. She put her elbows on the table, straightened her pale fingers and put them under her chin. She looked at Stark from above her eyes and said, "What, Pepper?
Do you agree with my evaluation of you?"
Stark immediately puffed his beard and said with a glare: "What you said is completely slander! You lowered my image in her mind. She didn't have it in the first place..."
"Originally, she didn't complain much about your poor skills with no sense of service, but after listening to my complaints, she realized that there are many good men in this world. Sorry, the great genius Stark, this
But it’s the most mindless job.”
Stark glared hard at the clerk who was eavesdropping at the door of the kitchen, but he still touched his nose in embarrassment, took his feet off the side of the chair, and sat upright with difficulty.
"I drank too much that day and was a little unconscious. It's understandable that I didn't perform well. Besides, you didn't point out the problem on the spot but then went around slandering me. It's not much better."
"You misunderstood. I never told anyone about the two of us. If Pepper complains to you, you have to check on your cover models."
Stark immediately frowned suspiciously, curling his eyes as if thinking about who might cause trouble with Pepper. After a while, he stretched out a finger and said: "I will not sign a contract with you.
There is a confidentiality agreement, but you must not talk to Pepper about 'good men' or anything like that."
Natasha immediately narrowed her eyes, like a cat seeing a fish, she smiled at Stark and said: "I thought Pepper was just 'one of them', was she? Or wasn't she?
"
Natasha keenly grasped the trace of panic in Stark's expression. The female agent shrugged her nose and said: "You have at least seven kinds of perfume mixed with you. It's another enjoyable yacht party. Pepper will give you a call."
How many missed calls have you received?”
"You monitor my phone calls?"
"God, am I going to tell you that you are as innocent as that boy who just attended the graduation prom?" Natasha decided to kill her with one blow: "You are in love with Pepper."
The two Starks in the cafe and the Devouring Engine covered their eyes at the same time.
"Won't you all see it by then?" Stark, who was sitting at the bar in the lobby of the Galactus Engine, looked at Nick and said, "Did I write this on my face? Really?"
"I can only say that Pepper may be the only one who has not discovered this. From a psychological point of view, you two really match the pot with the lid." Schiller said with a shrug.
In the cafe, Stark had completely changed his posture. He put his forearms on the coffee table, leaned forward and stared at Natasha and said, "You are talking nonsense."
Then he relaxed his body, leaned back, and put his hands behind his head, making a comfortable posture.
But Natasha didn't accept this at all. She took the coffee handed over by the clerk, snorted and said: "You don't dare to admit your inner feelings, because you know you are going to die, and you know you can't be beaten by Pepper."
Courtship, if she falls in love with you too, you will experience life and death."
Iron Man's lips turned white.
"You don't want to drag anyone down. You just want to find a place to die after you're done having fun. It's best if no one will remember you and no one will be sad for you."
"No one would be sad for me!" Stark raised his lips and said, "I am a notorious arms dealer and a playboy who is unkind for his wealth. If anyone is sad for me, I will just think that he has water in his head."
"What about your father?"
"Don't mention him to me!"
The beautiful and cunning cat saw another fish, but the female agent never had the patience to throw bait carefully, she preferred to use a harpoon directly.
"You know there is someone who will definitely want to save you, even if he dies. It's a pity that he died."
"It's best he's dead." Stark squeezed the coffee cup tightly.
"But a person's death is not determined by the time when his body dies."
Natasha began to prepare to release a smoke bomb called philosophy. This was of course a trick she learned from Schiller. Once they start discussing philosophy, most people's brains are not enough. She herself has had her vision blurred in this way.
"We often say that forgetfulness is the end of death. As long as someone remembers, death will never end. Howard Stark has been dead for a long time, but he is not dead yet because there are still people who remember him. This is how I appear now
The only reason to be here.”
Natasha also leaned forward to show a radical attack posture, looked at Stark and said: "For the sake of your father, Nick asked me to come over to persuade you. He originally wanted to come over with me to recruit.
Yours, but through the window he saw that you were not in good condition, so in order to avoid pressure, he asked me to come alone. He was simply concerned about your condition and would talk about recruitment later."
"Is he taking pity on me?!"
"Of course not. He is your father's old friend, so he naturally doesn't want to see anything happen to you. What I want to say is that Nick is like everyone who remembers Howard. They have witnessed Howard's talent with their own eyes, so they are so happy after his death.
It's been a long time, but I still haven't forgotten him."
"No one will remember you, not because you are such a bad person. You know that Howard Stark is also a playboy and has made many ridiculous jokes, but that is not what people remember."
"People only know Howard as a genius inventor and a successful businessman. And you, Tony, if you died now, people's eulogy at the funeral would probably only include 'died young'."
Natasha shrugged, took another sip of coffee and said: "After all, you didn't set up the company, you didn't invent the weapons, and only the steel armor is worth talking about, but how do ordinary people know how powerful your armor is?
Is it useful? They just think of it as a large toy, and the impression you leave on the world is probably that of a rich playboy who loves to play."
"boom!"
The clerk who delivered Stark's coffee was startled by the sound of Stark banging the table. Natasha stood up to help Stark take the coffee and put it in front of him.
When the coffee was put down, there was a flash of water, and Natasha felt like she saw a small bright spot on the surface of the coffee, but she was not sure whether it was the reflection of the liquid.
The cautious female agent quickly shook her hand, and half a cup of coffee spilled onto Stark's steel suit.
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry." Natasha apologized quickly and turned to ask the clerk for a towel. However, Stark suddenly stood up and said in a cold voice: "I received Nick's concern. It will arrive today.
Come here, I’m leaving first.”
Natasha showed no sign of weakness, she stared at Stark and said: "Your lining should be wet, and if nothing unexpected happens, Pepper should be waiting for you anxiously at the place where you often land. Do you want her to
See you like this?"
Stark began to become a little anxious. He kept biting his upper lip, looked at Natasha and said, "What should I do? Do you expect these people to clean the lining of my armor?"
"Go to the bathroom and wash off the coffee stains." Natasha pushed Stark and said, "You don't want to explain to Pepper how another woman spilled coffee all over you."
Stark walked into the bathroom slightly embarrassed, and Natasha followed him until he stood in front of the mirror on the sink in the middle of the bathroom. Through the mirror, he saw Natasha put her hand on his waist.
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Just as Stark was about to speak, Natasha mouthed to him through the mirror: "Stop talking, listen to me."
"Someone wants to kill you." Natasha continued to mouth through the mirror: "A mysterious enemy. We don't know where he is or how, but he is around you and is ready to attack you at any time.
Be careful, Tony."
After saying that, Natasha pretended that the flirting was over, hooked her hands around Stark's neck, kissed him on the cheek, and walked towards the women's restroom like nothing happened.
Staying there for a few seconds, Stark looked around, then pretended to be fine and went to the sink to clean the lining of his armor.
When Stark left the bathroom, he found that Natasha had already gotten into Nick's car. Through the gradually rolled-up window, he saw Natasha's last warning look, and couldn't help but look thoughtful.
Could this be a trap by SHIELD? To create a crisis to force himself to join the superhero organization formed by Nick?
Stark tilted his head and touched the gradually spreading blue lines on his shoulder, which were the countdown of his life.
If you die, will anyone take care of your descendants decades later?
Both Pepper and Obadiah were saddened by his debauchery, and perhaps wished they were dead.
Taking out his cell phone, Stark saw a series of missed calls. Natasha's guess was very accurate. Stark had just spent three days on the yacht and didn't answer anyone's calls. He knew he was sending them
Pushed away, but he did so voluntarily.
But at this moment, Stark suddenly thought of a name. If anyone would place a bouquet of flowers on his grave a hundred years later, it might be Rhodes' son, because his father had told the legendary story of Iron Man more than once.
, Rod knew that his epitaph should not be just Playboy.
Stark took a deep breath and looked back at the coffee that was spilled on the table. As night fell, the golden-red shooting stars disappeared on the skyline.
After groping for a long time with one hand in the washing machine, a black woman with curly hair pulled out a pair of trousers, frowned and shouted at the door: "Hancock, go tell your father, don't you dare to put his rotten jeans and white clothes again?"
If you wash your shirt together, get out of this house!"
Rhodes, who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, turned back and touched the head of his son who ran over. Then he saw the flames of the steel suit engine lighting up under the balcony curtains.
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