A Marvel Lich King

"Jarvis, do I not have to fight anymore?"

Lying in the ruins, Tony?6?1 Stark was chatting with his most caring butler, Jarvis.

"Yes, sir; just now, you lost your dream, and you left early before the battle even started!"

"Jarvis, I'm here to be a superhero, and you know what to do."

"Understood; sir, through dopamine secretion and the nerve band detection you just performed, Jarvis has activated the backup armor immediately and is currently on the way."

"Well done, Jarvis."

"This is what Jarvis should do. It will be some time before the new armor arrives. Do you need some music now? Jarvis deeply recommends "The Lonely Shepherd", "The Happy Yodel" and " Pink Flamingos."

"Why these few, I feel your ridicule."

"This is all judged based on Mr.'s emotional trough. Jarvis can't go wrong."

"So I'm wrong?"

"Yes, sir."

"I kind of want to fire you. In addition to researching anti-knight armor, I want to research a brand new intelligent system."

"Okay, sir, before going offline, Jarvis will send all your hotel journey records, as well as some of your consumption information with the opposite sex, to Ms. Pepper to complete the handover..."

"Jarvis, let's discuss anti-Knight armor now."

"Okay, sir."

Jarvis's scales never wavered and everything was under control.

As a mature artificial intelligence, it is gradually learning knowledge to enrich itself.

After Tony was defeated miserably in a confrontation with Vikan, he was also defeated miserably at the hands of his own artificial intelligence.

Pulling on the spider thread, Peter Parker happily flew between high-rise buildings. With his excellent perception, he soon saw Tony Stark, also dressed in bright red, in the ruins.

"Oh, Mr. Robot, you are so cool!!!"

Pulling on the spider silk, Peter Parker swung to a stop in front of Tony Stark, "It looks cooler talking to the camera."

"The person I'm talking to is Jarvis, my butler."

"Robot butler?"

"No, it's the artificial intelligence butler. This is very important."

"Huh? Is that so? Artificial intelligence, that's even cooler.'

Peter Parker slowly pulled out Tony Stark's golden and red armor, and looked at the face exposed in the opened mask, his tone was a little surprised.

"Oh! Iron Man! Mr. Stark!

"Yes, I am Stark and I am Iron Man."

"Mr. Stark, nice to see you, but why are you here?"

Peter Parker directly took off his mask, revealing a surprised expression on his face. He originally wanted to take out a pen and notebook to get an autograph, but after touching it, he realized that he had changed into a combat uniform.

"As you can see, I just had a big fight with a bad guy. Obviously I won, but I also suffered a little damage."

Tony answered with unusual certainty.

"Where's the bad guy?"

Peter Parker looked confused.

"Can't you see the ruins around here? Oh no, what are you doing here? Who are you?"

"Peter Parker, part-time journalist, part-time deliveryman, and part-time superhero."

"Okay, you also want to be a superhero? But what you should do now is study hard."

"I feel the same way, but becoming a superhero is my dream, so I hide it very well. No one knows when I do these things."

Peter Parker put on his mask, "Oh, except for you and a friend, Mr. Stark."

"Oh, that would be such an honor for me, but, Pajama Baby..."

Tony looked proud, and Peter Parker admired him very much. He was a proud Tony, a proud Iron Man.

"Um... Mr. Stark, I have a code name. You can call me Spider-Man. I don't want to cause trouble."

"Trouble, what trouble?"

"I don't want to expose my identity too much." Peter didn't like Tony's behavior of always calling him Pajama Baby, and he didn't want others to call him Pajama Baby in the future.

Peter Parker thought about the future newspaper titles. They would definitely be "Pajama Babies Defeat XXX", "Pajama Babies Are New York's Best Friend", etc.

Obviously that's not cool at all.

"Okay, let's put the code name aside for now. I have a question. What's up with your pajamas? Did you make them yourself? And the spider silk you use to swing around is yours. Is it ejaculated? Or something else? Why does it have to be the same red as me?"

"Oh, yes, I made this suit myself. Like Mr. Stark, I like the color red!"

Speaking of his clothes, Peter Parker became excited, this was something he could achieve.

"I have to say, compared to my armor, your red pajamas are really ugly."

Tony Stark beats Peter Parker mercilessly.

"Well, Mr. Stark, this is not my most proud work. This is what I spent a lot of energy on."

Peter Parker raised his wrist, "It's this spider silk launcher. Spider silk is a reinforced silk thread I made with chemicals. It is very strong. It is launched into the air and turns into spider silk, just like this."

Tony Stark saw a small launcher on Peter Parker's wrist, and watched Peter launch a ball of spider silk at the building opposite. A spider web quickly formed in the air and stuck to the far wall.

"Did you design this yourself?"

"Yes, I designed it myself."

Tony Stark felt like he had discovered a genius.

"What did you just say you were working part-time?"

"Part-time reporter, part-time delivery boy."

"Resign, these are not suitable for you, come to Stark Industries for an internship, I am very optimistic about you."

"Is it true, Mr. Stark?"

Peter Parker felt a surprise.

"Yeah, because I'm Tony Stark."

After finishing speaking, Tony used the parts dropped from the air to form new armor on his body, and flew out regardless of Peter's admiring eyes.

"Jarvis, what score did you just give?"

"50 points, the remaining 50 points are because Mr. was overly expressive and forgot that a component was still on its way."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because it's not too late to tell."

"Oh, I have to replace you."

"Okay; sir!"

In the ruins, Grommash and Vikan were surrounded by energy, ignoring the clanging sounds of Zazira and Captain America. The two sat in the blind spot of their vision, hammering the walls and the ground from time to time to catch fish secretly. .

"Grommash, the master here can't see it."

"Vikan, I think so."

"How long have we been yelling?

"About ten minutes. Do you want to roar again? I heard Erica say that you must show that tragic momentum, but I don't understand this very well."

"Oh, I can probably roar as loud as I want. You know, I'm an orc, so roaring will have a bonus."

"No wonder when we fight with you orcs, you always yell for the tribe!"

"Didn't your alliance ever shout for the alliance?"

"What alliance? I'm a death knight now."

"Then I am still the Warlord of the Frozen Throne."

"--war--!"

"——Heavenly disaster——!"

Pleasant exchanges are not pleasant.

Because both guys have bad personalities.

They had a small disagreement.