Chapter 1853: The Madman's Journey (31)

Chapter 1827: The Madman's Journey (31)

The car sped away on the New Jersey highway, bringing up a light cloud of dust. The sunset fell 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 an iron suit, appeared in the cafe, it caused a commotion. People took out their mobile phones and the shutter sounds were endless. Stark waved his hand impatiently, but the crowd continued to gather.

The waiter behind the bar came out with a smile, looking at the congestion at the door of the store helplessly. He rubbed his hands and planned to go forward to persuade Stark not to be so high-profile, and then a stack of bills was slapped on the bar.

The fat boss's golden eyes lit up in the door of the back kitchen, and with a "pop", the closing sign was hung on the door of the coffee shop.

Stark put his hands behind his head and leaned on the chair with the best view by the window. "Dingling", the wind chime hanging at the door was rang, and when the slim figure of the red-haired female agent appeared at the corner, Stark whistled at 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 recently?"

"You ask even though you know the answer." Tony glanced at her with his head tilted, turned his face back and said: "After you left, Pepper has been causing me a lot of trouble. If you don't come to me, I will also go to Nick to ask for mental damages."

Natasha didn't talk about business with a cold face as usual. She put her elbows on the table, stretched out her pale fingers and placed them under her chin, looked at Stark from above her eyes and said: "Why, Pepper doesn't agree with me giving Your evaluation? "

Stark immediately said with a glare: "You are completely slandering! You have lowered my image in her mind. She didn't..."

"Originally, she didn't complain much about your poor service skills, but after listening to my complaints, she realized that there are many good men in the world. Sorry, great genius Stark, this is the most brainless job."

Stark glared at the clerk who was eavesdropping at the door of the back kitchen, but he still touched his nose awkwardly, took his feet off the side of the chair, and sat up with difficulty.

"I drank too much that day and was a little confused. It's understandable that I didn't perform well. Besides, you didn't point out the problem on the spot, but slandered me everywhere afterwards, which is not much better."

"You misunderstood. I haven't told anyone about the two of us. If Pepper complains to you, you have to check your cover models."

Stark immediately frowned suspiciously, and squinted his eyes as if he was thinking about who might have gone to Pepper. After a while, he raised a finger and said, "I won't sign a confidentiality agreement with you, but you must not talk to Pepper about topics like 'good men'."

Natasha immediately narrowed her eyes, as if The cat who only saw the fish smiled at Stark and said, "I thought Pepper was just 'one of them'. Is she? Or is she not?"

Natasha keenly grasped the panic in Stark's expression. The female agent shrugged her nose and said, "You have at least seven kinds of perfume mixed on you. It was another exciting yacht party. How many missed calls did Pepper make to you?"

"You tapped my phone?"

"God, do I have to tell you that you are as innocent as the boy who just attended the prom?" Natasha decided to kill 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.

"You didn't all see it at that time, did you?" Stark, who was sitting at the bar in the lobby of the Devouring 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 didn't find out about this. From a psychological perspective, you two are really a match made in heaven." Schiller shrugged and said.

Stark in the cafe 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 and leaned back, put his hands behind his head, and made a comfortable posture.

But Natasha didn't buy it at all. She took the coffee handed over by the waiter, snorted and said, "You dare not admit your inner feelings because you know you are dying. You know you can't be courted by Pepper. If she falls in love with you, you will experience life and death."

Iron Man's lips turned pale.

"You don't want to drag anyone down. You just want to die somewhere after you have your fun. It would be best if no one would remember you and no one would be sad for you."

"No one would be sad for me anyway!" Stark raised his lips and said, "A notorious arms dealer, a rich and unkind playboy, if anyone is sad for me, I will think he is crazy."

"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 carefully cast the bait, she preferred to use the harpoon directly.

"You know someone will definitely want to save you, even if he's dead, but unfortunately he's dead."

"It's better if he's dead." Stark tightly held the coffee cup.

"But a person's death is not determined by the time his body disappears."

Natasha began to prepare to release a smoke bomb called philosophy. This was of course a trick she learned from Schiller. Once you start discussing philosophy, most people's brains are not enough. She herself has been blurred in this way before.

"We often say that forgetting 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 the only reason why I am here now."

Natasha also leaned forward to show a radical attacking posture, looking at Stark and said: "For your father's sake, Nick asked me to come and persuade you. He originally wanted to come with me to recruit you, but he saw through the window that you were not in good condition, so in order to avoid pressure, he asked me to come alone, just simply concerned about your condition, and recruit you later."

"Is he pitying me?!"

"Of course not, he is an old friend of your father, and naturally does not want to see you get into trouble. 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 have not forgotten him so long after his death."

"No one will remember you , it's not because you are such a bad person. You know Howard Stark is also a playboy and has made many ridiculous jokes, but people don't remember these. "

"People only know that Howard is a genius inventor and a successful businessman. If you, Tony, die now, people's eulogies at the funeral will probably only have one sentence: "died young." "

Natasha shrugged, took another sip of coffee and said, "After all, the company was not founded by you, the weapons were not invented by you, and only the Iron Man armor is worth talking about, but how can ordinary people know how useful your suit is? They just think of it as a large toy, and the impression you left on the world is probably just a rich and playful playboy. "

"Bang!"

The clerk who brought coffee to Stark was startled by the sound of Stark pounding the table. Natasha stood up to help Stark take the coffee and put it in front of him.

When the coffee was put down, the water rippled, and Natasha felt as if she saw a small bright spot on the surface of the coffee, but she couldn't be sure whether it was the reflection of the liquid.

The cautious female agent's hand shook quickly, and half a cup of coffee spilled on Stark's iron suit.

"Oh, God, sorry." Natasha apologized and turned to ask the clerk for a towel, but Stark stood up and said coldly: "I received Nick's concern. Let's stop here today. I'm leaving first."

Natasha was not intimidated. 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 get a little anxious. He kept biting his upper lip and looked at Natasha and said: "What should I do? Do you expect these people to clean the lining of my armor?"

"At least go to the bathroom to wash off the coffee stains." Natasha pushed Stark and said: "You don't want to explain to Pepper how you were splashed with coffee by another woman."

Stark walked into the bathroom a little embarrassed, and Natasha followed him all the way until he stood in front of the mirror of the sink in the middle of the bathroom. Through the mirror, he saw Natasha put her hand on his waist.

Just as Stark was about to speak, Natasha mouthed to him through the mirror: "Don't talk, 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, nor how, but he is around you, ready to attack you at any time, be careful, Tony."

After that, Natasha pretended to have finished flirting, hooked her hand around Stark's neck and kissed him on the cheek, and walked towards the women's bathroom as if nothing had happened.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Stark looked around, and then pretended to be nothing to deal with the lining of his armor at the sink.

When Stark left the bathroom, he found that Natasha had already taken Nick's car. Through the gradually rolled up car window glass, he saw Natasha's last warning look, and couldn't help but reveal a thoughtful look.

Is this a trap set by SHIELD? Creating a crisis to force himself to join the superhero organization formed by Nick?

Stark tilted his head and touched the blue lines gradually spreading on his shoulder. That was the countdown of his life.

If he died, would anyone take care of his descendants decades later?

Pepper and Obadiah were both sad about his debauchery. Perhaps they 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 been on a yacht for three days and didn't answer anyone's calls during that time. He knew he was pushing them away, but he did it voluntarily.

But at this moment, Stark suddenly thought of a name. If there was anyone who would put a bouquet of flowers in front of his grave a hundred years later, it might be Rod's son, because his father had told the legendary story of Iron Man more than once, and Rod knew that his epitaph should not be just Playboy.

Stark took a deep breath and looked back at the coffee spilled on the table. When night fell, the golden red meteor disappeared on the skyline.

A hand reached into the washing machine and fumbled for a long time. A curly-haired black woman pulled out a pair of pants and frowned and shouted to the outside of the door: "Hancock, go tell your dad that if you dare to wash his rotten jeans and white shirts together again, get out of this house!"

Rod, who was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, turned around and responded, touched the head of his son who ran over, and then saw that the fire of the Iron Man suit engine lit up under the balcony curtains.