Marvel's I Can Control Metal

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The ultimate speed of forty times the speed of sound, if not for the assistance of the wings and the ability of the space gem to smooth out the violent fluctuations caused by movement.

The huge kinetic energy brought by the weapon is enough to destroy many things around it, causing extremely terrifying destructive power.

At this time, Leo's speed has exceeded the speed of the fastest missile in the world.

Even if a missile explodes next to him, Leo can quickly leave the explosion range.

But in just ten minutes, Leo arrived on land.

Looking at the bustling city below, no matter which continent it is, land first and ask about the situation.

With his wings folded, he landed silently in the bustling city under the night.

Looking at the familiar Chinese characters around me, it seems that I have arrived in China.

Smiling slightly, the meteorite clothes on his body slowly deformed, from a set of tights to a set of shorts and short sleeves.

Although it was a bit strange to be wearing shorts and short sleeves in December, it was much better than before.

Look at the busy streets around you.

He quickly asked about the current time and the major events that had happened recently.

But I was told that it is December 24th, tomorrow is Christmas, and the big event that happened is.

Iron Man Tony Stark is suspected of being killed by the terrorist Mandarin.

......

The little boy gently stroked Mark 42 as if looking at a treasure.

"Life is unpredictable, I build him and take care of him."

Looking at the little boy playing with the broken armor, "I will fix it."

There is a difference between him and it in English. Tony treats these armors really like children and comrades, and the same is true for Jarvis.

"You are the repairman"

The boy asked, looking at the armor.

"That's right." Tony heard the title, thought for a moment, and nodded.

In his heart, he added such a title to himself again.

"If I were building Iron Man and War Machine, I would add, uh...reflective...reflective"

"Reflective panels."

"Yes, make him invisible." The boy looked at Tony and said seriously.

"It's a good idea that you want stealth mode. Maybe I'll make one." Tony nodded.

Suddenly, the little boy suddenly broke off one of Mark 42's fingers.

"Don't move. What are you doing? You'll break its fingers."

Tony looked at the boy's movements and said angrily, "He will be in pain. He is already injured. Don't touch him."

The boy also knew that he had offended Tony and was a little embarrassed.

"sorry."

"Really?" Tony was angry.

The boy fiddled with his fingers in his hands, with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face. The corners of his mouth drooped slightly, feeling very sorry. His big watery eyes looked at Tony apologetically.

Tony's tone immediately softened. After all, this was the boy's home, and he couldn't stand the child's eyes.

"Forget it, I'll fix it. Who else is home?"

"My mom went to work and my dad went to buy scratch-offs."

"I guess he won, because it's been six years," the boy said, hanging his head and looking at the severed finger in his hand.

Tony also touched his nose in slight embarrassment and looked at the somewhat frustrated boy.

"Dads are like this, so there's no need to feel sad."

"I need a few things, a laptop, a digital watch, a cell phone, a gas brake for your toy gun, a map, a big spring and a tuna sandwich."

Tony said looking at the little boy.

"What good do I have?"

"Self-salvation, what's his name, your classmate" ps: Children from single-parent families are the most vulnerable to bullying in school.

"How do you know?" the boy asked, acquiescing to this.

"There's something for you."

Tony walked to the side of the armor, and the flash bomb built into the armor of the spine automatically opened.

It can be ejected and fired as a flash interference bomb, and can be used as a handheld self-defense flash weapon when taken out.

A small gold and red stick was placed in front of the boy, "I call him Cricket's Candy House."

"I'm kidding, this is very powerful. Don't point it at yourself. Press the button on it. It will drive away the people who bully you. It won't kill you. It's just for self-defense. Deal."

Successfully led the boy's idea into Tony's hands.

The boy wanted to reach out and grab it, but Tony waved it in a circle, causing his little hand to move around.

"Deal, deal?"

"make a deal."

The boy got the flash bomb and smiled happily.

"What's your name"

"Harry, what about you?" Harry's attention was entirely on the flash bomb in his hand.

"Fixman, Tony"

Looking at the little boy in front of me, "Do you know what I'm thinking about right now? Where's my sandwich?"

......

Malibu Avenue, 10880 N.

Five or six fire trucks, police, and reporters all rushed here to clean up the rubble and try to find traces of Tony Stark.

Pepper was the only one standing on the edge of the cliff, holding Mark VII's broken mask in his hands, his face filled with endless sadness.

He touched his visor to his forehead and remained silent in despair.

This strong woman had tears in her eyes.

In the silence, I heard a slight beeping sound in the visor. When I turned it over, I saw a red light flashing.

In her fragmented memory, this should mean that there is a message, but not many people have permission to use it.

He put it on his head.

Stark Security Network, Retina Confirmed.

The voice of Stark Network Intelligent Butler rang.

"Pepper, it's me."

"I have a lot to apologize for, but..."

Tony's voice suddenly sounded, startling Pepper.

Then, hearing Tony's voice, Pepper's face burst into a happy smile, a bright smile as if she had survived a desperate situation, and excitement from the bottom of her heart.

Smiling, two tears of excitement fell from the corners of his eyes.

He took off his mask and looked at the night sky. In the originally dark night sky, the stars seemed to light up again.

Among them, another stream of light rushed towards this side.

......

Harry found everything Tony needed, a computer, a watch, an air brake, including a sandwich he had just made.

Using some common tools from Harry's family, Tony began to repair the Mark 42 and made some fine-tuning of the system.

But Harry, who had been staying aside, watched this boring maintenance process with great interest and was very interested.

Among them, many professional and mentally handicapped questions were raised.

And Tony also answered some casually.

But Harry never stopped talking. In addition to these questions, while Tony was eating a sandwich, he kept asking about news about the Battle of New York, Hulk, and the Golden Legend.

"Has Hulk always been like that?"

"Is Thor really a god? How is his hammer made?"

"What does Golden Legend look like? Why can't I find any information about Golden Legend on the Internet? Are you familiar with him?"

Tony finished the sandwich in his hand, and Harry turned out to be pretty good at it.

This feeling reminded him of the time when he and Leo were making Mark II in the basement.

But he couldn't help but think of Leo's disappearance, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

"Harry, you have such a bad mouth."