Chapter 213 Flying Iron Man
The noise faded away like a tide, leaving only the mess all over the floor.
The night is getting darker, almost a little light.
Young Tony Stark pulled out a woolen hat that he would only wear at Christmas from somewhere, and buckled it crookedly on his head.
He hugged the printed pillow on the sofa, staring numbly at the servants of the mansion who were cleaning and cleaning the whole house with dull eyes, still not freed from the influence of alcohol.
A pair of big hands holding a cup of hot drink stopped in front of Tony's eyes. He finally came back to his senses and looked at the housekeeper, Mr. Jarvis gratefully. cocoa.
"Do you know how old you are, huh? Seventeen! That's not even four years before the legal drinking age! At seventeen you learn to drink—"
"Yes! Graduated from MIT with the highest score at the age of 17, thank you, thank you Mr. Stark for your congratulations, I am very moved."
Howard was stunned by his son's words, his gray beard trembled slightly and said coldly:
"You're very proud, aren't you? It's amazing! Are you going to smoke a big cigarette next year? Try morpha the next year? Did you know that Dr. Lawson today asked you to study and work in the Tianma Project for a while, even that Mr. .call."
He let out a long breath. Howard, who is already considered an old man in his sixties, has been busy until late at night, and he has to go home to teach his son a lesson in a hurry.
I only felt that the back of my head was numb, and Stark suppressed his emotions and tried his best to growl in a low voice:
"That Mr. Howlett, even he mentioned you, do you know what kind of character he is? His personal strength, his family, group and—"
"Hey. Of course I know! He is a leader of a race who relies on God to roll dice to determine the strength of genetic mutations. He is a dictator who has accumulated infinite wealth and armed power through his long lifespan, oppressing and threatening the entire world."
Tony interrupted his father with a sneer again, his eyes were still lowered looking at the hot drink in his cup, and he took a breath in his spare time.
Mr. Jarvis kept silent with a calm expression on his face, and he was very professional in adhering to the rules of being a housekeeper, but he kept pressing and rubbing his index finger knuckles with his thumb, watching the atmosphere between Stark and his son getting more and more serious. Stiff and tense, secretly worried.
"Boy, you are still young, I don't care about your crazy ideas, young people always like to challenge the rules."
Old Stark seemed to have finally calmed down, but his words became more and more indifferent, and his face sank like water and he continued to say in a muffled voice:
"But you must know how to be in awe! Be in awe of power and even power! Have you ever thought that all the knowledge you have learned can't explain the mighty power of mutants. One of the four major forces of the universe can be manipulated artificially, and human science can't solve it. There are mutants who can travel through space in the form of diamonds and steel, and even—"
"Hey! I might be able to do this, I can also become an iron man! If I make a suit of armor and become an iron man, it must be more capable than the steel lump you admire."
Like a child, Tony grabbed a point in his father's words and kept quibbling. He suddenly saw the gift box wrapped in ribbon on the table, grabbed it with a smile, shook his hand casually, and pretended to his father. Do happily asked:
"Send me a graduation gift? Hehe, great Mr. Stark, can you tell your son what's in it?"
"Hahahaha. I hope that your energy and mind will be focused on awe of power. Hehe, he is really my. Good father."
Mr. Stark listened to his son's ridicule and teasing, and completely lost the intention to continue sitting here to communicate. He stood up and walked towards the building without saying a word.
The room was silent for a while, and finally, Tony calmly said softly:
"Thank you Jarvis, thank you for giving me my graduation gift, if possible, I really want to keep you by my side forever."
Tony stared eagerly at the old Mr. Housekeeper, he leaned over and squeezed Edwin Jarvis's hand, then hurriedly lowered his head, not letting him see his reddened eyes, and forced a smile joked:
"Hey. To be honest, I don't think it's too difficult to build a steel suit. Can that mutant steel man fly? Mr. Jarvis, believe it or not, if I become an iron man, I will definitely be able to fly. Fly to the sky!"
Jarvis smiled helplessly and gently, and patted Tony on the head lightly. His voice was still full of rationality and restraint, forming a harmonious contrast with the warm expression on his cheek.
"I believe you can make anything you want, Master Tony. I believe in you."
"It's a pity, if 'Colossus' could fly, he would be invincible!"
New York State, Howlett Academy of Extraordinary Elite's Beehive Arena, the audience in the stands watched "Nightcrawler" Kurt Howlett bring his opponent Peter Rasputin out of the collapsed alloy ring.
Colossus fell from a height of thousands of meters onto the arena doped with vibrating gold, and the infinite impact immediately knocked this "iron man" unconscious.
After losing consciousness, Peter could not maintain the "tempered" form, and regained his flesh and blood. But he just sat up and shook his head after being brought out by Kurt's teleportation, and he didn't really suffer any damage.
"Hey, what kind of invincible is this? It's far behind. Colossus's ability is too single, and it can't be made up for by being able to fly. Hiss. But this kid's defense is really abnormal."
The audience in the stands were discussing in a hurry, talking to each other, comparing the advantages and disadvantages of these contestants.
Seeing that Peter was not injured, Kurt heaved a sigh of relief. Looking back at the huge metal pit with a diameter of nearly fifty meters, the Colossus who fell from the sky even pierced through the half-meter-thick super-alloy floor tiles. The metal structure below the arena plunged into the soil.
"Hehe, I lost Peter. This is the only way I can think of that might hurt you. There is no other way."
Kurt carelessly stroked his long black bangs hanging over the tip of his nose. His hairstyle in the past two years is quite weird, which seems to be the style characteristic of a certain rock band.
"Mr. Referee."
Peter Rasputin stood up and roared with a rumbling voice:
"I lost, Mr. Referee. I lost consciousness after the fall just now. During that time, Master Kurt could cause harm to me. I admit defeat."
The young Ganglishi waved to his worried and crying sister in the audience, signaling that everything was fine. The referee on the field pondered for a moment, then loudly judged:
"Nightcrawler, Kurt Howlett, wins!"
(end of this chapter)