"Whose mother are you calling?" Zhang Dianyu was so angry with this Stark that he was about to lose his mind.
The black-haired boy blinked, nodded with a clear look, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Understood, I am an abandoned child."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." What a ghost!
Why didn't he have time to find out that Stark from another world was so outrageous during the short meeting for the first time
Zhang Dianyu thought for a while, maybe it was because the other party wanted to save him without thinking for the first time, which left a good impression on him. He took a deep breath, and decided not to bother with this Stark for the sake of those big naked guards.
Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy then turned to Stark who was fooling himself: "Then should I call you 'Father'?"
"...Let's just say goodbye." Stark glanced at Zhang Dianyu, who was on the verge of collapse, and replied cautiously.
The black-haired boy sighed, folded his arms and leaned against Qiang, with a little melancholy on his cute face: "It turns out that I am such an unexpected child, how pitiful—by the way, who usually hits me? "
Zhang Dianyu: "Is it too late to fight now?"
The black-haired boy wrinkled his nose, pointed at his neckline and asked, "Then whose blood is that?"
Zhang Dianyu's expression froze.
A few seconds passed, Stark next to him seemed to react slowly, raised his hand and looked at it for a while, and said hesitantly: "It seems to be my blood? How did I get hurt? Hiss—it seems to be still It hurts a bit."
"I'm glad I'm not the only one with amnesia," the dark-haired boy said briskly.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He glanced quickly at Stark and said, "It's a good thing the blood isn't bleeding much, the wound is already congealed—let's think about what this little thing, the Act, is doing."
Stark glanced at Zhang Dianyu suspiciously, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Your tone seems to be avoiding something—for example, the cause of this wound."
Zhang Dianyu looked away stiffly.
Stark shrugged: "This wound is like the one cut by a cactus when we first met, but I'm just talking."
"Wow," answered the black-haired boy leaning against the wall amidst Zhang Dianyu's silence, "the atmosphere seems a bit awkward."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Stark smiled slightly, changed the subject lightly, and looked at the black-haired boy: "Where is the little guy who got you into this body now?"
The black-haired boy thought for a while: "He said he would wait for me there—does that mean I will go back there? To be honest, I don't really want to go back. It would be best if we could find a way to rescue him. , it's not a good place." He shrugged, "I mean, just give me a garage."
"Actually, you don't need to rescue him," Zhang Dianyu looked at the black-haired boy, who had a thoughtful expression on hearing this, "He...isn't actually your son—hell, there is no one's son here .”
The dark-haired boy looked serious: "Is this the time I'm kicked out of the house?"
"..." Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath: "If you think Bill is your son, don't you think you should be older?"
The black-haired boy smiled: "It's not just me, but you too." He looked at Stark next to him, thoughtfully, "Even at your age, you probably can't be a grandfather—but I like your mustache .”
"Thanks, I know." Stark said stiffly. "Well, we're actually the same person in a parallel universe—a parallel universe, you know? Considering you've lost your memory."
The dark-haired boy blinked: "I don't really remember anything, but that's limited to my relationships and higher-level knowledge—as for parallel universes, of course, I know."
Zhang Dianyu: "..." This arrogant speech is worthy of Stark.
"As expected, let's get straight to the point." Stark said without any fluctuation.
Zhang Dianyu: "..." Okay, they are indeed the same person.
"We can talk about the two of you later," Zhang Dianyu interrupted them. "Tell me what the bill means first. Is he going to stay in that 'sandbox' and never come out?"
Stark shrugged: "If Bill knows that you care about him so much, he should be very touched."
"I guess you said 'Bill' just now." Zhang Dianyu remained expressionless.
Stark spread his hands.
Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly: "Mr. Stark, I think you should make it clear that he is a bill, but he is just a bill. Although he put himself into a carrier, he is not a human being. If you treat it with a human attitude, maybe You will be disappointed one day." He thought of the inexplicable manipulation of the bill, which seemed wrong everywhere, but from its perspective, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.
"And you?" Stark asked casually. Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth.
"I think you are." Stark said firmly.
Without his explanation, Zhang Dianyu also knew that he was not talking about himself. It's a deeper meaning -- complex things like human nature.
Zhang Dianyu sometimes felt a little confused about this, but he didn't delve into this issue. It's not that being human is unimportant to him, it's just that in his eyes, it's impossible to imagine that he's not human—and he really isn't.
This sounds ridiculous, but it is true.
Zhang Dianyu was noncommittal to Stark's words, but looked at the black-haired boy.
The boy tilted his head, thinking slowly: "'Bill'...he told me why he appeared in this world, and he also said that I was his creator."
"Wait," Stark interjected, "what did you just say, he's your son?"
The black-haired boy blinked: "I said it said he was my son, and also told his origin."
Zhang Dianyu finally understood that this Tony Stark, who had lost his memory, was trying to trick them.
The black-haired boy grinned: "Mr. Warden, you are the most mentioned person in the 'law case'. He said that you are the key to everything, so I hope I can come to see you."
"And then?" Zhang Dianyu said sullenly.
"Then," the dark-haired boy paused and opened his hands, "I lost my memory? Even though all this was related to me, I don't remember anything. In fact, rather than helping you, the key person, I think I A pair of guardians is really needed now."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
Stark's expression changed.
"If you are Tony Stark, I suggest you not." His tone was slow and reserved, with a hint of warning.
"Why?" the dark-haired boy asked, tilting his head.
"Because I don't agree!" Stark said seriously.
"What's the matter?" The black-haired boy disagreed, "I don't have Tony Stark's name on my head."
"Actually, there really are." Zhang Dianyu looked at the map, "Indeed, you both have Tony Stark on your head now—this also means that the world knows you're here." He looked at the black map. The hair boy frowned slightly, "Will it take any measures to get rid of you?"
The black-haired boy's eyebrows twitched: "I don't know, unless the little guy who finds the bill asks."
"Then go back and look for it." Zhang Dianyu hated iron for being weak.
The black-haired boy shrugged and smiled easily: "I can't go back."
The expression on Zhang Dianyu's face froze, and so did Stark.
"What did you say?"
"I can't go back, I don't even know where it is—to me, it seems to be an illusory existence. That is, a dream." The black-haired boy thought thoughtfully, "I can hear what you mean, where What is it called 'sandbox', it seems that there is indeed an overlap, but I don't know how to get in. Act said he will stay in the cracks of the universe, because I left a memory backup and clues, all in the My friends, they might come to me. If he leaves too, they'll come back with no success—will think I'm unconscious, dead."
Zhang Dianyu was expressionless.
That is to say, the foolproof plan of the bill made them fall into a paradox—because he wanted to solve the superpower contradiction in this world, he sent another Stark over; and Zhang Dianyu and Stark’s initial plan was Send the consciousness of the prisoners into that sandbox as well, and now they lose their "entrance".
"Wait... Consciousness?" Stark listened to the black-haired boy, "If I'm looking for a person's consciousness, maybe I can find someone to help."
"Excellent, unless that person's own consciousness is right in front of our eyes, and the thing left there instead of him is not a human consciousness at all." Zhang Dianyu said blankly.
"How do you know if you don't try?" Stark spread his hands, "As far as I know, the person who knows the multiverse the most is Stephen."
Zhang Dianyu reluctantly agreed: "Then bring Strange over here."
Stark was a little surprised: "You already knew Stephen's true identity?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..." The matter of the bill just occupied his mind, making him forget to pretend for a while.
"Batman too?" Stark asked tentatively.
Zhang Dianyu remained silent.
The expression on Stark's face suddenly became exciting, full of longing: "I really look forward to that day."
"Impossible." Zhang Dianyu replied gloomyly, "Strange is an exception. Apart from him, no one else will know about this." It's not that his identity cannot be revealed, but he is currently Relying on these mysterious abilities to control the prison, if these are all figured out by the criminal, it will cause him a lot of trouble.
"But there's a problem," Stark said, "you asked me to tell Peter the truth, and he already knew. So... someday—"
"I'll talk about it later." Zhang Dianyu gritted his teeth and said.
Stark shrugged. He looked at the black-haired boy again, thought for a while and said, "From now on, your code name will be 'Mr. T' for the time being."
"No, I'm Tony." The black-haired boy resolutely refused.
"I'm Tony, you don't exist in this world, so you don't." Stark retorted.
The green staff door was suddenly pushed open.
"Tony, you called me here just to watch you and your illegitimate son compete for names? And—isn't his name Bill?" Strange, who suddenly received the message and rushed over, stood at the door, frowning and looking into the room. A few people in the house.
"You disappeared for more than ten hours. S.H.I.E.L.D. and Miss Potts are looking for you, and my phone has been ringing off the hook." Strange described his anger in a flat tone, coldly His eyes swept from Stark to Zhang Dianyu, "And you have been staying in Mr. Warden's bedroom?"
Zhang Dianyu: "...?"
"It's true—but it's not like this..." Stark also felt that something was wrong, "Wait Stephen, I came to you because I have business to talk about."
Strange gave him a contemptuous look, then turned around and closed the door behind him, so as not to let others break in suddenly: "Tell me, what's the matter."
Stark paused, as if he was thinking about where this story should start.
Zhang Dianyu didn't intend to say a word.
After all, it would be weird to suddenly say "I'm mentally ill" when someone else is telling a story.
Just as the three of them were thinking about their own affairs, another voice sounded in the room.
"So, you found a chef to enter my head?" The black-haired boy tilted his head and stared at Strange, who hadn't taken off his apron, his eyebrows furrowed, "I think it's impossible for a violent breakthrough to touch consciousness. layer."
Strange: "I'm a magician."
"What magic smells like smoked sausage?" asked the dark-haired boy.
Strange: "Shut up."