Mixed in Marvel's stand-in messenger

"Hey, this priest, the money donated by us devout believers is not for you to bask in the sun."

Tony Stark took off his sunglasses and looked at Joyce with a slanted expression.

"Oh? Mr. Stark, are you in a bad mood today? Are you going out for a walk in a convertible?"

Tony didn't react for a moment after hearing this.

Sure enough, not everyone understands the Hell Joke.

Joyce didn't bother to explain anything to him. He just lazily raised his arm and pointed inside, indicating that he could just go in by himself.

Then he closed his eyes and basked in the sun, completely ignoring him, not even willing to give him a good look.

"I really don't know good from bad."

Tony pouted, then walked towards the church, and stopped again when he came to the door.

He turned to look at Joyce on the recliner, as if he didn't believe that anyone would really look at him.

Then he saw it.

Joyce was still lying with his eyes closed, completely ignoring him, and suddenly unknown anger arose in his heart.

I, Iron Man, the American superhero, was ignored for the first time!

I always ignore others!

I was about to get angry, but then I thought, now is not the time to annoy the other person.

Maybe there is still some use for him.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the resentment in his chest and entered the church with arrogant steps.

"Now this Iron Man is really annoying!"

Joyce didn't know what he was doing here. Hell's Kitchen, the most chaotic place in New York, had nothing to do with someone like him who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Look at

Several gangsters near the sports car outside stared at the sports car that Tony drove over.

He seemed to be considering whether to risk offending Iron Man and steal the car.

It seems like Iron Man won't kill them either?

"These guys."

Joyce got up from the recliner, stretched and walked into the church. When he was about to enter, he stopped and turned to look at the group of people with a warning look.

The gangsters thought Joyce was going to beat them, so they backed away in fear.

Who knew that Joyce just glanced at them, then put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the church with his long legs.

"Huh, this priest is really scary. Fortunately, he didn't attack us." A gangster touched his chest and said with lingering fear.

They knew what kind of person Joyce was. Some people saw him with White Tiger and Daredevil with their own eyes.

The lover of his brother's wife's father has a good relationship with Ma Zi, the boss of the sportswear gang.

Hearing her say that Banionis was tortured miserably by the three of them.

Some people also saw some of his special abilities, and the rumors in Hell's Kitchen were so terrifying that even these ordinary gangsters didn't dare to mess with him.

Even if he is a benevolent priest, what if White Tiger and Daredevil seek revenge on them?

"Hmph, I want to see how arrogant he can be!"

A gangster with dyed yellow hair said in a negative tone.

As soon as Joyce entered the door, she saw Tony sitting in the tea room enjoying coffee made by Ava.

That's his special spot!

Joyce snorted coldly, walked straight to the opposite direction of where he was, and sat down on the chair next to him.

Stark raised his head and looked at Joyce across from him with some embarrassment.

"Father, it seems that your financial situation is not very good! No wonder, a mediocre church like yours has no way to make a profit."

His tone was a bit sinister.

"Would you like me to make a donation to you?"

"Tell me, what is your purpose here? Iron Man, who has so many things to do, Tony Stark will definitely not come to a small church in Hell's Kitchen just for a cup of coffee."

Joyce said straight to the point.

Upon hearing this, Stark raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Joyce with a playful smile on his face.

"In America, I can really go wherever I want."

When Joyce heard this, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He knew that this guy was up to no good when he came to see him.

"You're so awesome, why are you going to the women's room? What are you doing here?"

Seeing Tony's face stiffen, he asked again: "What do you want?"

Joyce had no patience to waste any more time with him.

Tony took a sip of the coffee in his hand to calm down, then wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and looked up at Joyce.

"It's very simple. I heard that you have a special treatment method, so I want to ask you to be my personal doctor, but to the outside world, you are my bodyguard."

"Of course, as for the reward, you can set a price. I think this should be good news for you to make a lot of money."

As Tony spoke, another sly smile appeared on his face, as if he was determined to eat you.

I don't know why, but Joyce felt uncomfortable seeing his expression.

Although I don't resist treating him, and I won't lose anything by treating him, I just don't want him to have such an easy time.

"It's easy to treat you!"

After hearing his words, Joyce showed a sneer on her lips, stood up and rolled up her sleeves.

As early as when he passed by Joyce, Joyce used ripples to explore his body, and it was true that the situation was not good.

I thought Nick Fury asked him to be a lobbyist to join SHIELD or form the Avengers, but I really didn't expect that he would come to him as a personal doctor.

After hearing Joyce's agreement, Tony was about to stand up and pose as a boss.

But suddenly I saw him standing up and starting to roll up his sleeves. I panicked and secretly screamed that something was wrong.

We are all civilized people, a gentleman should use his words but not his hands!Why are you rolling up your sleeves?

My Mark5 is still in the car!

This time I really just wanted to talk, and I didn't want to bring bodyguards and steel suits in.

"Wow~ Man, if you have something to say, tell me. What are you doing? How about 500 million US dollars a month?" Tony, who felt a little uneasy, quickly persuaded.

"Oh? I'm well-intentioned and ready to help you with your treatment, but Mr. Stark, I've always been good at solving problems with my fists."

Joyce glanced at him and said indifferently.

"No, no, no, we have something to talk about. Calm down first and don't be violent!" Stark looked at the fierce light in Joyce's eyes, and his face became a little bitter.

He really didn't know if he came to see this lunatic because he had a hole in his head. There was no enmity between the two of them, and you're going to beat me up just because of my two words?

I regretted listening to Jarvis and coming to him.

Looking at Joyce who was slowly advancing, he compared the physical differences between the two sides, and his heart was filled with despair.

Just in terms of height, there is a gap of more than ten centimeters.