That night, Stark was unusually quiet when facing the virtual wide screen of the video conference.
Fury was the first to notice this, and questioned his soul: "Stark, is your paternity test report out yet?"
Stark's expression stiffened while eating dried blueberries.
Batman's gaze on the screen suddenly became meaningful. Stark rolled his eyes, threw the dried blueberries aside, and said to Fury, "Since when did you start caring about my private life?"
"Since you had a son with that warden." Fury said blankly.
Stark seemed to be choking on dried blueberries.
The captain on the screen looked very worried: "Tony, is this true? I think technology should have certain boundaries..."
"Stop!" Stark couldn't bear it anymore, "That's not the case, I don't know that child at all!"
Everyone in the light screen looked at the scumbag.
Stark: "..."
He can't seem to explain it. But in fact, among the people present, only the captain didn't know the truth. Why do other people still think that the child must belong to him when they clearly know the cause and effect
Stark was lost in thought.
Knowing that he shouldn't have revealed this matter to people yesterday - he also vowed that today will prove that the child has nothing to do with him, only to find that other people have already had a result in their hearts.
Stark shrugged: "Actually, we didn't go to that appraisal institution today..." He thought for a while, and decided not to disclose the fact that the warden committed suicide in his office.
Although when we first met in the morning, the warden seemed to have a severe mental illness. But when they spent a sweat-soaked day and stood on a high place to test their results in the afterglow of dusk, he saw a completely different smile on the warden's face, as happy as a child.
Although this behavior is a bit outrageous, it is still worth it if it makes the warden happy.
There are few such unadorned hobbies in this materialistic society, Stark thought as he wiped his sweat with his glove.
But he still hopes that the warden can recover as soon as possible with the help of a psychologist, otherwise he doesn't know how long he will have to move the bricks. While being with a mentally ill person and keeping him and others safe is not an easy task, it's a little more laborious and outrageous than it should be.
So under Stark's strong request, the warden and the boy stayed here in the Stark Industrial Park next to the prison. In order to avoid the warden being hurt by the scene, he even specially arranged a different room from the last time he lived here.
Of course, Stark doesn't know that there's a voice behind the warden hurling sour insults at the extravagant capitalist.
After hearing Stark's words, Fury put his hands behind his back, and his expression did not fluctuate at all, leading to the next question he wanted to ask: "So where did you go? As far as we know, the warden is here with you now .”
Stark thought for a while: "It can be said to be... a parent-child activity for the whole family to go out." He saw the captain's worried eyes, and quickly added, "I mean the warden and his son. I just want to ensure their safety. Had to be with him the whole time—you know, something wasn't right with that kid either."
"But they're not biological father and son," Batman said disapprovingly, "we all know that."
"If some people can adopt a child who is somewhat similar to themselves and have no blood relationship, why is it impossible to have a father and son who are not the same but are related by blood?" Stark said confidently, "Seriously, the child is really Isn't it your illegitimate child?"
Batman ignored this pile of upside-down nonsense, and showed even more disapproving eyes.
"You mean, even if that child has mental problems, it can't be inherited from Mr. Warden." Fury was thinking beside him, "Then, maybe the Supreme Master's guess is correct—the problem lies in that small town."
"A place full of evil, and most of the residents there have mental problems." The captain nodded, "I agree, and I also think there should be some problems here."
The scene was silent for a while.
Does this place sound familiar
Fury coughed, and turned the topic back to the original one again: "So, Stark, where did you go for a parent-child swim?"
Stark frowned: "I always think this kind of question is weird... But forget it. In fact, we went to the abandoned amusement park before, which has now been acquired by Stark Industries, and then we went to rebuild it with bricks One block…”
The air became quiet again, and everyone's eyes were focused on Stark's hair, which still had a few pinches of wall dust on it.
Stark looked at his image on the screen and said calmly, "So, you should believe me that it's real."
Others: "..." This is puzzling.
Stark: "..." In fact, he was also very puzzled, and even a little tired.
"Also, Stark, about the damage control company being suspended by the government for rectification," Fury said suddenly, "We seem to need to come up with a response plan-the current crime in New York has not decreased but increased, and the opposition among superhuman groups More and more people are signing up for the Act, and some are even making a statement by joining the crimes we fought against."
"That proves that they really should be locked up." Stark stroked his hair, a little irritated, "Even if they will waver, it can't be because of such a reason-this is adding chips to the government, so that the 'super The Human Registration Act' makes more sense. Sometimes I just can't figure out what they're doing?"
"I thought we weren't discussing this at the meeting, Tony." The captain continued after a long pause, "This prison is everyone's backup plan."
Hearing this word, everyone's eyes couldn't help turning to Batman again.
On the blue light screen, Batman sneered: "But it's not mine."
Immediately he disconnected.
"I said there should be no bill," said the captain.
With his hands behind his back, Fury looked gloomy: "But the suspension of damage control is one of the government's policies to force Chaoying to sign the bill. The current aftermath work is seriously lagging behind, and the public's reaction is extremely dissatisfied-this is very detrimental to everyone."
"Sometimes I think you're on our side." Stark took back the dried blueberries, threw one into his mouth and chewed hard.
"You were the first to agree to sign the bill, Stark, and you're on my side," Fury said.
"Because I don't want them to be pointed at the gunpoint of the army, I want everyone to get the protection they deserve." Stark stared at the screen, "rather than make superpowers part of the government's force."
After a long silence, the captain let out a deep breath: "Tony, we need a plan."
"Good idea," Stark replied, "but I never plan."
The meeting broke up badly.
In a room near the stairs in the corridor, a black-haired young man was lying on the bed with his eyes open quietly.
Zhang Dianyu was spying on the secrets of Stark's residence through the warden's operation interface-he seemed to hear some movement. But the last time he stayed here, he had a very bad impression. He remembered that there were surveillance cameras here.
He controlled the warden to slowly turn to the boy who was sleeping on the same bed: "Son, are you asleep?" The boy lying on his back next to him suddenly opened his deep blue eyes, turned his head and stared faintly in the darkness. Looking at him: "I should be asleep. But you should call me Dad."
Zhang Dianyu said: "No, our disguised identities are reversed, please keep this in mind—call us Dad."
Bill was silent for a moment, then replied, "Dad."
Zhang Dianyu was very satisfied.
He suddenly controlled the warden to pull the quilt over the two people's heads, turned to Bill and whispered, "Can you detect the surroundings outside the prison—I mean, is there a camera in this room?"
"It is not your duty of supervision outside the prison," Bill replied solemnly. "You have no access to information about the surrounding environment."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
"But if Stark was spying on us illegally," Bill went on, "I'd call the police right now."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He rolled his eyes and asked the warden to pull down the quilt.
Half a sentence of this bill was oblique, which caused him a lot of trouble, and made this little thing call daddy a few times.
That being the case, Zhang Dianyu doesn't have to worry about the walls having ears.
He sat up and groped out of bed, ready to find out what was going on outside.
Bill also sat up straight, looking in his direction.
The warden turned his head and made a silent gesture, ready to tiptoe to the door, but just as he turned around, he knocked over a coat rack.
Zhang Dianyu in the office couldn't help scratching his hair.
Why can't there be a stealth mode directly when operating the second character
The sound of the coat rack being knocked down was not small, and just as he was trying to control the warden to lift it up clumsily, Stark rushed in from the outside in panic—although the panic seemed to be mostly He pretended, but when he opened the door and saw a coat rack falling towards his face, his face changed quickly.
Fortunately, in order to fight criminals better, he also had some fighting training, so he could dodge nimbly.
Stark looked at the warden in shock: "What's going on?"
Zhang Dianyu wanted to lie casually, saying that he wanted to go to the toilet, but after thinking about it, he decided to directly inform Stark of the good news.
He controlled the warden to show a smile, looked at Stark and said, "I want to find you, I have a new plan for tomorrow."
"Oh? What is it?" Stark showed vigilance.
"It's a flooded house that needs to be completely repaired." The warden replied.
Stark was dumbfounded: "Tomorrow...will we continue?"
Of course, Zhang Dianyu would not let go of such a good opportunity—he didn’t even need to organize prisoners to participate in hard labor outside the prison. He could go to battle in person, and with his special foreign aid, he could completely solve the order.
Fast, efficient and safe.
Stark was silent for a moment, and decided to drag someone into the water: "So, Mr. Warden, would you mind if more people join us in our... amateur activities?"
Zhang Dianyu is of course welcome.
Stark sighed, stuffed him back on the bed, straightened the coat rack, turned off the light again, and said desperately to the two pairs of shining eyes in the darkness.
"Good night."