Marvel's I Can Control Metal

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The Mark 42 armor has begun to seep into the seawater.

Rushed up to the head.

Tony finally had some panic in his eyes, and the steel armor didn't give him enough sense of security this time.

The arm part detached automatically, pulled Tony's arm, and pulled the whole person out.

Reattached to the arm.

The sea water had reached his mouth, making it impossible for Tony to breathe.

"Flight Power Restoration"

The Mark 42 flew again.

He quickly rose into the air, rushed straight out of the water, and disappeared into the clouds.

Tony has fallen into a coma.

Jarvis tried to wake Tony up, but was unable to do so, so he carried out Tony's last plan and flew to Rose Hill, Tennessee.

A few hours later, a slightly comatose Tony was awakened by Jarvis's alarm.

The piercing siren made Tony, who had just woken up from a coma, very uncomfortable.

"The alarm is off, I'm awake."

"This is an alarm for battery levels below 5.00%."

The projection screen in front of him trembled violently, and the Mark 42, which was flying at low altitude, quickly fell diagonally.

As Tony screamed, he fell down without any surprise, hitting the ground violently, breaking countless trees, and stopped on a piece of snow.

Mark No. 42 had electrical sparks flashing from poor contact all over his body.

Tony reluctantly turned over, breathing heavily, and took off his mask to breathe better.

Little snowflakes fell on the tip of my nose.

"It's snowing, where are we?" Tony couldn't help but ask.

"Five miles to Rose Hill, Tennessee."

"why"

Tony asked loudly in disbelief, "Jarvis, I didn't say I wanted to come here. Why are you here? We are thousands of miles away from home. We should go find Pepper."

"I executed a flight plan, and the location is here." Jarvis said calmly.

"Who asked you this?"

Tony was a little sad, "Open the suit."

The armor flashed, but there was no movement.

"I think I might have malfunctioned," Jarvis said.

After a second, the entire suit gradually unfolded, and Tony sat up suddenly, breathing heavily.

And Tony's first feeling was, "It's so cold."

I rubbed my hands and looked at the surrounding environment. It was desolate, silent, and cold.

He picked up a piece of ice and applied it to his left arm. There was a tingling sensation on it, which made Tony very uncomfortable. It seemed that when he was wearing armor, he put it on along with the debris in the air.

"Maybe I should put on some armor."

Tony, who was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt, trembled and said.

"I think it's time for me to sleep, sir." Jarvis' voice gradually weakened.

"Jarvis"

"Jarvis"

"Don't leave me, brother.."

Tony looked at the snowflakes all over the sky. Alone, he felt completely cold from the inside out.

But he didn’t hesitate and solved the problem immediately

In this environment, no minute can be wasted.

I found a rope nearby and pulled up the Mark 42, silently and slowly moving forward in the desolate ice and snow.

Because the Mark 42 is a lightweight armor, based on the gold-titanium alloy, composite ceramics, lightweight glass fiber and titanium-plated frames are added.

In the snow, Tony can also drag it with his own power.

After walking for more than an hour, I finally saw some light and found a closed car shop.

Being extremely cold, he pulled off the gray cloth wrapped around a statue at the door of the store and wrapped it around himself.

At the same time, the phone booth on the side was used to connect to the Stark network.

"Pepper, it's me."

“I have a lot to apologize for, but not enough time.”

"First of all, I shouldn't have put you in danger. I was selfish and stupid. It will never happen again."

"Second, that rabbit is really big. My, I'm sorry."

"Finally, I want to apologize first, because I can't go home yet. I have to find that guy. You have to stay in a safe place."

These words were what Tony wanted to say to Pepper. The long rally journey just now made Tony think a lot.

He also gave up the idea of ​​going back immediately, because only in this way would Pepper be safe.

And since he is already here, he can take advantage of the enemy's defenseless position to deal with his opponent.

Tony continued to pull Mark 42 away firmly, and finally found an empty warehouse on the edge of the town of Rose Hill and opened the door.

But I found that this garage-like warehouse was more like a small home, and there were also many mechanical tools.

He carried Mark 42 to the sofa and asked him to sit upright.

Tony looked at the armor and placed the steel arm hanging on the side on the armrest of the sofa, as if he were a real person.

"Comfortable"

Tony was also panting and leaned against Mark 42, a little dazed.

A minute later, Tony sat on the tool table nearby and was using tweezers to remove the glass residue that had been stuck in his arm for several hours.

And at the door, a small figure appeared, holding a homemade gun in his hand, pointing it at Tony.

"Don't move"

A clear child's voice rang.

And Tony immediately raised his hands.

In the United States, if you break into a house privately, you can shoot directly.

"You got me."

"A great potato gun. The barrel is too long and the caliber is too wide, which will also reduce the speed of the bullet." Tony said quickly while looking at the little boy in front of him.

The boy turned the muzzle of the gun and pressed it lightly, and a plastic ball shot out, accurately shattering a glass on the side. The power should not be underestimated.

Tony saw it and lowered his arm, "You're out of bullets now."

"What's on your chest?"

The little boy asked, looking at Tony's shining chest, the gun still pointed at Tony.

"Electromagnets, like batteries."

Tony put the tweezers aside casually.

"What is the power supplied to?"

Tony took a fancy to this little guy, raised his brows slightly, and hesitated slightly.

He turned sideways and turned the desk lamp to shine on the battle-damaged Mark 42 behind him.

The potato gun in the little boy's hand fell to the ground unconsciously, with an incredibly happy smile on his face as he stared at the Mark 42 intently.

"My goodness"

He walked over cautiously, as if he was having a sweet dream and couldn't bear to wake him up.

His eyes were full of love, joy, and a hint of fear, as if he was afraid that he was dreaming.

"Um, is that Iron Man?"

"Theoretically I am."

Tony retorted.

The boy looked at Tony in front of him and handed over the evening newspaper in his hand, "Theoretically you are dead."

He excitedly walked towards the scarred and battle-damaged Mark 42.

Sitting next to the armor, he watched carefully, "What's wrong with him?"