Chapter 1073 Father and Son (Part 2)

"I know that you have been trying to explain to me and Maria what your life is like. You want to tell us what you have done and how much your life has changed..."

"You may not realize that this has put a lot of pressure on you. You want to prove to us that you have done a lot and done it well, but you don't want to tell us that we have been left behind by this era."

"Tony, you are always like this. Whenever you want to speak directly but want to pretend to be tactful, you will appear very anxious and write this emotion on your face. Maria and I have seen it countless times."

"No, you didn't..." Stark denied subconsciously, but Howard's voice with a smile came from the communicator.

"Nothing? Haven't you seen your awkward look? Or haven't you been left behind by the times? Tony, don't fool yourself."

"Maria and I have completed our mission in the last era. Even if the final ending seems a bit hasty and hurts you, we are very happy to see that you can have the life you have today."

"You don't have to change your current life trajectory for our unexpected return, and we don't want you to do that."

"So, we think the best way is for us to disappear from your life again, so that you can keep moving forward along this beautiful trajectory."

"No...no..." Stark kept denying.

"No Stark can live on the sympathy of others." Howard's tone became low: "...we are all like this."

"It's a pity that looking back on the past, you didn't see the same pride as you in my career. I always retreated again and again, like a coward."

"No...no..." Stark's hands pressed on the wall slowly tightened, and his eyes, which were always wet, began to accumulate more tears than before.

"In the last era, I didn't perform well enough, so there weren't many great deeds you could remember, but every Stark has his own pride. I don't want my career to stop here and be concluded."

"You have the ability to take your own great steps in this era, but I don't want to retire and live in seclusion in the mountains, becoming an old man fishing. Now that I have a second chance, I hope I can seize it..."

At this time, Maria's gentle voice also sounded on the other end of the communicator: "I'm sorry, Tony, we have to say goodbye on such a warm Christmas."

"Me and Your father will always be proud of you. I hope that one day, you can also talk about us proudly. We are planning to work hard for this..."

Stark heard a stranger's shout from the other end of the communicator, as if asking Howard and Maria to go to the cabin. He was almost in a hurry to get close to the receiver of the communicator, wanting to say something, but at this time, Howard's voice had already come:

"We are about to board the ship, and another great adventure is about to begin this Christmas... Merry Christmas, Tony."

After the communication was hung up, there was only a "beep" busy tone. Stark leaned against the wall, slowly slid down, and sat on the ground.

He tilted his head to one side, closed his eyes in some pain, and soon showed a self-deprecating smile, saying to himself: "I am really like a little baby, crying and making a fuss not wanting my parents to go out to work... But they still left, it was like this before, and it is like this now..."

"Tony Stark, when will you grow up?"

Sitting against the wall for a while, Stark seemed to have made some kind of decision. He stretched out a hand, and a floating controller flew out of the console next to him and came to him.

Stark pressed a button, and the top of the body in the square display cabinet began to gather light.

Stark put his hand on the controller and closed his eyes tightly. With the "buzzing" sound of the electric current getting louder and louder, "click", the lights in the whole room went out.

But the eyes of the robot body slowly lit up, like the first star that lit up when the night came.

After a pleasant reminder sound, Jarvis' voice sounded: "Good evening, sir, welcome back."

"Good evening, Jarvis, welcome back too."

Stark took a deep breath, tried to restrain his emotions, and asked in a rational tone as much as possible: "How does the new body feel? Can you hear me through your ears?"

"Yes, sir, it makes me feel amazing." Jarvis' voice still has a flat mechanical feeling, but in fact it is no longer a mechanical device that is making a sound, but a sound coming out of his throat.

"This is how humans usually feel, it seems a bit primitive and backward, right?" Stark, who was sitting by the wall, smiled and said, "This is why I always have a little hearing loss after staying up late. Human organs are far less reliable than machine sensors..."

"No, I feel fine." Jarvis in the showroom moved his fingers and said, "It's amazing. I didn't issue any instructions, but it was following my thoughts. I lost a lot of data, but it seemed to be receiving redundant information all the time..."

"Humans are like this. We see, hear, and remember too much useless information every day. Therefore, forgetting is a necessary function. If you find that you can't remember anything, it means that you are the same as us."

Jarvis looked down and found that his body was still improving. The exposed mechanical parts gradually healed. He became like a creature made of liquid mercury. All the interface wires and parts were gradually disappearing.

"Sir, I don't remember that you have such technology to forge a body made of machinery but with a perfect human structure." Jarvis said while observing the changes in his body.

"I really don't have this technology." Stark stared at Jarvis' body and said. Jarvis looked at him with his eyes. Stark slowly turned his head to one side and said in a low voice that could hardly be heard in the quiet room: "So I asked for help...magic."

"Existing science and technology really can't give an electronic life a real soul, nor can it give you a perfect body." Stark said as he lifted the transparent cover on the controller and took out a red gem from it.

"This is the Reality Gem, from Asgard, which can turn the ideas in my mind into reality." Stark took the gem in front of his eyes and said, "I hope you can have a perfect body between carbon-based and silicon-based creatures. The gem is very strong, but it can't do this alone."

"I made a deal with Strange and asked him to be the middleman to borrow this gem from Asgard, and at the same time, I got some technology."

"Asgard's starship has the ability to directly transform the power of the origin of the universe, that is, the source of their divine power, into power. This ability comes from their starship engine. I got this powerful technology from Loki."

"What's the price?" Jarvis keenly noticed the key.

"No cost." Stark shook his head and said, "Anyway, I was going to do this. Asgard is the umbrella of the earth. They should not fall in Ragnarok."

Jarvis's eyes paused for a moment, and then he closed his eyes like a real human. His facial features, which had not yet been fully constructed, showed a very human expression of pain. He said, "You promised to help them during their Ragnarok?"

Stark nodded and said, "Other than that, there will be no cost to get such important technology."

Jarvis remained silent until a perfect matte silver body was constructed.

He has an appearance that is almost identical to that of a human, delicate to every pore and hair, and is no different from a human.

There are also some differences. There are two silver thin lines under his eyes, connected to the mandible, and there are two circles of mechanical interface-like lines on his neck, but now they are more like tattoos.

In addition, his exposed bones, that is, nails, still have the texture of metal, and his eyes are red like real gemstones. Stark looked at Jarvis with silver hair and red eyes and said with a smile:

"You look like a vampire in a fantasy novel now. If Peter saw you now, he would definitely shout cool, and maybe even try to dye his hair silver..."

Through the reflection of the cube display room, Jarvis saw his face. He looked like no one, more like the perfect human appearance in human fantasy, with deep eyes, high nose bridge, smooth muscle lines, and no extra fat, just like a character made in a game.

Jarvis gently touched his face and found that he had body temperature, which seemed to scare him and made him withdraw his hand quickly.

Stark stood up from the ground, clapped his hands, and said in a brisk tone: "Okay, the clothes are on the table next to you. After you put them on, you can leave. I'm going to work."

The glass door of the display cabinet opened, but Jarvis was still standing inside blankly. He looked at Stark and asked: "Leave? Where should I go?"

"Go wherever you want to go." Stark said as he walked towards the laboratory: "Anywhere is fine... You are free."

"But I..." Jarvis was about to speak, but Stark turned around and stared at him, saying in a somewhat angry tone: "Leave here! Don't let me see you, you are not needed here!"

"Sir, you don't seem to be expressing anger, but sadness." Jarvis walked to the table next to him, picked up the clothes and put them on, then stood by the door and said: "You always like to pretend to be euphemistic when you have intense emotions, and express your anger when you are sad. Dr. Schiller said that this is a disease."

"Go find him as he said!" Stark turned around again, waved his hand, walked back to the lab table, and said to Jarvis with his back to him: "Don't stay here, you should find a job, find a girlfriend, or go to a party or something, no matter what you do, it's better than standing here stupidly."

"If you want me to do this..." Jarvis stood for a while, left this sentence, and then turned and left.

When the moonlight shone into the laboratory, Stark, who was sitting with his back against the lab table, turned his head and saw another self.

He looked carefully, and it was not actually himself, but Howard many years ago.

Stark saw that the drunk Howard threw down the bottle and said to the young Tony Stark standing at the door:

"Leave here, Tony, find a girlfriend, or go to a party, no matter what you do, it's better than standing here stupidly."

So, this eagle who left the nest too early was sad that he had just ruthlessly kicked the chick out of the nest.

But he would rather sit here, holding the bottle of air, pouring the bitter wind and rain from the sky into his mouth, and never cry out, just like the last eagle, regretful but stubborn.

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