In fact, Stark doesn't look much younger. In other words, staying up late for a long time and exhausting his body to do experiments makes him look much older than his peers. In addition, Pepper has not arrived yet, so he looks particularly unkempt, as if he is addicted.
The second generation ancestor who was obsessed with drinking and lust.
What Strange didn't expect was that Stark in this period was even ten times more annoying than he would be in the future. In the process of dealing with him, Strange wanted to give up hundreds of times.
My own plan is to give this rotten man two punches.
But fortunately, magic was not learned in vain. At least meditation gave him a tougher mind and a calmer mentality than others, allowing him to control his emotions, at least barely suppressing the anger caused by Stark.
Then Strange soon discovered that in fact, this sloppy appearance and annoying personality were more like Stark's screening mechanism. He did not expose his far-superior brain to others, but instead
It has a sharp shell on itself, and only the truly smart can see the gems hidden under these harsh conditions.
With several chance encounters and gradually in-depth exchanges, this future mature version of the Supreme Mage finally got a hold of the still-rudimentary Iron Man and made him a confidant, and the two became friends.
Strange once inadvertently mentioned that he had taken psychology as an elective in college, and pointed out that Stark might suffer from anxiety disorder. Stark was noncommittal about this and did not want to treat it at all. Strange did not choose to force it.
.
But soon, a person who changed Stark's life appeared, and that was Pepper. At this time, Pepper was young, beautiful, capable and fierce.
After she took over the job of Stark's personal secretary, she easily sorted out the stubborn problems left over the past few years and reorganized various teams around Stark, including Strange's medical team.
team.
Of course, the little pepper also heated up Stark, and it made him scream from body to heart. However, Obadiah was still on Pepper's side at that time, trying to make his own
Please correct these bad habits of my nephew.
The internal pressure was too great, and Stark couldn't help but complain. However, some of the rich second-generation friends around him had similar problems, and no one could give them any good solutions. Finally one night, Stark asked
Strange went out to drink, and when the two of them drank until they were tipsy, Stark still couldn't hold it back.
"She, she is very beautiful." Stark swallowed and said, "It's not that she is so beautiful, but that she has a beautiful temperament. I don't know how to put it. I admire her soul.
"
Strange sneered, and Stark stared at him and said, "What do you mean? Can't I appreciate other people's souls?"
"Yes, you called the beautiful models on that yacht over last week, so you could admire their souls all night long." Strange said while putting the wine glass against his mouth.
"That's different!" Stark raised his voice, stretched his neck like a turkey, and then muttered: "I don't know what's going on, but my liking for her is not the same as for others.
Same, it's not a physical impulse, but... I desperately want to understand her, I want to know what made her what she is today, I want to know what shaped her, don't you think this is a bit...
strangeness?"
"It's not surprising, ordinary people usually call this heartbeat."
"You mean I fell in love with her?" Stark seemed to have heard a ridiculous joke. He shook his head and said, "No, it's impossible. How could I fall in love with such a woman? She's like a nagging
She's a nagging old woman who always makes trouble for me and even complains to my uncle. How could I possibly fall in love with her?"
"Yes, then you take her to the yacht..."
"Shut up!" Stark seemed to be greatly offended. He shouted: "I never thought about it that way! That is simply an insult to her. You can't say that about her. She is different from those models.
"
"Then you are in love with her."
Stark was a little silent, drinking one glass after another. In the end, his speech was a little unclear. He said: "But she doesn't seem to like me very much. She looks disgusted at me, just like you at the beginning."
Stark put his head on the table, blinked and said: "How do you think I should pursue her? I have never seriously pursued someone. What if she rejects me? What if I make her hate it?
What should I do? Do you think if I do what she says, she will like me a little bit?"
From an angle that Stark couldn't see, Strange showed a smile and said, "I can teach you a method, but whether you can succeed or not depends on your own performance."
Stark suddenly sat up, stared at Strange's side face and asked: "What method?"
"Be a hostage and train a kidnapper."
Stark was very drunk. After returning to Stark Tower, he fell down on the sofa. Within half an hour, he heard a scream. He turned over in a hazy state, his stomach churning for a while, and finally
I still couldn't hold it back, stood up staggeringly, ran to the bathroom, and vomited.
"Oh my God, Tony? What's wrong with you?!" Pepper's voice appeared outside the bathroom door. Stark lay on the toilet and gasped. After spitting it out, he felt better. He said: "It's nothing.
, just a little, uh...a little dizzy."
"You drank too much." Pepper smelled the smell of alcohol in the air and frowned. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Stark's pale face.
"God, are you really okay?" Pepper was obviously a little frightened. She said, "I'm going to call the doctor."
"No, don't go." Stark rinsed his mouth, washed his face, put his hands on the sink and pondered, and then said: "I just drank a few kinds of wine, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I'm fine."
"You don't look like you're okay." Pepper said, "Come here quickly and I'll put a hangover patch on you."
Stark lay on the sofa, with Strange's words still echoing in his mind. He saw Pepper working on top of his head and decided to give it a try.
"I thought you would be very angry." Stark lowered his eyes, wrung his hands flat on his chest, and said, "Well, I shouldn't go out drinking so late, especially after you have said
Many times, but I went to meet an old friend and we talked a lot about Howard."
Pepper's movements immediately paused, and his expression softened a lot. He was no longer the formulaic persuasion at work, but said: "If you are always sad about things that have happened so long ago, then there are people in this world.
There are too many things worth being sad about, but you can't always be sad, Tony, you have to let it go one day."
"It's not sad, maybe just missing it." Tony said: "When he was still here, I always felt that I couldn't meet his expectations, so he always avoided me and refused to go home, and he would get drunk as soon as he came back.
of."
"At that time, I didn't know what was good about alcohol, but now I seem to understand a little bit. When you want to escape from something, alcohol can paralyze your brain and make you indulge in illusory happiness. You feel that he is
What are you running from, Pepper?"
"It must not be the responsibility of raising you." Pepper sat on the chair next to the sofa, looked at Tony sideways and said, "He doesn't dare to face you, but it's not necessarily to avoid his feelings for you. He doesn't
The reason for doing this, maybe he is more like... he doesn't want to give you hope."
"Why doesn't he want to give me hope?"
"I don't know, Tony, I don't know. No one in this world doesn't want to be a good father. No one doesn't want to be a great hero in the eyes of their children. No matter how critical the moment is, they don't want to behave in front of their children.
It's unbearable. If he did this, there must be a reason."
Stark turned his head back, blinked and said, "Thank you, Pepper, I think these words are much more useful than alcohol."
He acted childish, but Pepper laughed and said, "Really? As much as a bottle of whiskey, maybe?"
"At least one bottle of whiskey, but I think there were probably two bottles, and I only drank one and a half." Stark pursed his lips towards her and said.
"Then your drinking capacity is too bad, I can drink two bottles." Pepper said, and soon she lowered her eyes and said: "The next words are not reminded by me as a personal assistant, but by me personally,
Tony, I can see that you are not as decadent and corrupt as you appear, you have been making contributions to the group."
"You behave like that just because you feel that no one can protect you, so you dare not show your true self. But once certain bad habits are formed, they will be like the sail of a sailboat, inadvertently pushing you towards
If you go in any other direction, your proud wisdom will fall into the mire."
"From my personal point of view, I don't want you to be like this, so if you have a way and there is a slight possibility to change it, just try your best to do it, okay?"
"Do you think I will be a good father?" Stark looked at Pepper. At this time, there were not so many wrinkles around his eyes. Everything he looked at was filled with gentle and tender water, like a shimmering sea.
.
"You will, Tony." Pepper comforted him and said, "You will definitely be a great hero in the eyes of your children."
Strange stood in an alley, completely blending into the darkness, his figure as slender as a lonely ghost.
A figure quickly walked forward from the small side. The moment it passed the front of the alley, Strange raised his hand, and black energy spurted out, turning into a long tentacle, dragging the person into the alley.
inside.
The other party kicked his legs in great fear, but was eventually swallowed up by the black energy, leaving no trace at all. Until finally Strange opened his hand, and a small piece of paper appeared in his hand.
Written on it are genetic codes and a slogan - "Long live Hydra!"
In the next two days, sneaky figures kept wandering around Strange's car, and finally one day, Strange saw the familiar red hair in the bar.
Natasha was as beautiful as ever, like a beautiful snake spitting out messages. She twisted her waist and pressed against Strange on the dance floor. Strange followed her lead and hugged her after the dance.
The thin sweat on Natasha's neck reflected the bright lights of the dance floor.
"It's not polite to stare at a lady like that." Natasha couldn't hear any accent in English. Strange propped his chin with his hand, leaned on the bar and stared at Natasha, his thin lips