Marvel Infinity Sims

Tony Stark had only one reaction to Kevin's request.

He blushed, clenched his fists, and looked like he wanted to fight Kevin desperately.

"I really want to beat you up! This is all you want from a genius scientist? Then you should go to the blacksmith instead of me!

Let them build you a set of exquisite and gorgeous armor! "

"You can't beat me," Kevin grinned, with a mean expression that didn't deserve a beating.

"That's not necessarily true. How can manpower and magic compare to the power of technology? After I finish transforming the Mark 4, it will be very easy to defeat you!"

"Hey," Kevin expressed his disdain naturally. In front of Guabi, technology and magic are both younger brothers.

"You are welcome to challenge at any time, but of course it cannot be without stakes."

Tony's eyes lit up, "What bet?"

"If you lose, you must build a mecha according to my requirements. I will send you the design drawings."

"Okay," Tony agreed through gritted teeth, "If you lose, you have to teach me magic!"

"No problem," Kevin snapped his fingers, "I didn't expect you to be interested in magic, but I'm only responsible for teaching. Whether you can learn it or not is none of my business."

"There is nothing in this world that I can't learn," Tony chuckled with contempt on his face.

"Haha," Kevin smiled even more weirdly.

In fact, it's just the opposite. Technology is a collection of materialism and logic, but magic is completely idealistic.

He estimated that Tony would not be able to learn at all, or that he would not be able to agree with the entire theoretical system of magic.

Don't say it's impossible for him to lose. Even if he does lose, he doesn't have to pay any price.

The two men laughed at each other again, and then broke up.

The shape of the new mecha that Kevin took out was Gundam Mobile Suit Endless Waltz - Hell Reaper Gundam EW.

His two favorite Gundam units are Hell Reaper Gundam EW and Wing Gundam Zero EW.

Especially those gorgeous wings, which simply grew on his aesthetics.

But Kevin's machine was criticized by Tony as useless, except that it looked good and had no use at all.

Especially the pair of wings, which have no actual effect except hindering the battle.

Neither of them could convince the other, so in the end they had to put it aside for the time being.

Kevin left angrily. If he hadn't asked Tony to help him make a new armor, his fists would have been in close contact with the opponent countless times.

"Hey, amateur, stupid, an idiot with only muscles and no brains!"

After Kevin left, Tony continued to curse.

Pepper walked into Tony's laboratory and was not surprised to hear Tony scolding Kevin.

For Tony, if it's someone he despises or doesn't care about, he doesn't even bother to remember it, let alone scold him.

"Why are you and Kevin having a conflict again?"

Pepper walked in with cheeseburgers and coffee and asked casually.

"It's flashy. He doesn't know how to design mechas at all. He's a complete amateur. He actually wants me to design a new mecha like this? What does he think I am? A blacksmith?"

Pepper's words seemed to arouse Tony's anger again, and he started to complain again.

The design drawings left by Kevin were also crumpled into a ball and thrown into the trash can.

Pepper went to the trash can and took out the design.

"It looks pretty good," Pepper couldn't help but praise after seeing the design drawings of the Hell Reaper Gundam EW.

Although the black and gray outer armor is inconspicuous, with the exaggerated and cool wings and the death scythe, it looks both cool and terrifying, and full of an intimidating sense of oppression.

"There must be something wrong with your eyes. Go to the hospital to have your eyes checked!" Tony began to mock subconsciously.

Pepper turned and gave him a hard look.

Tony's eyes flickered, "Your eyes may be fine, but there must be something wrong with your aesthetics, since you think this style looks good!"

"Yeah, my aesthetic sense is indeed not good," Pepper rolled her eyes, "At first I thought Mark 3 looked pretty good too!"

Tony smiled, closed his mouth and did not continue the topic.

Picking up the crumpled drawing, he laid it flat on the table again and stared at the drawing in a daze.

Pepper did not disturb Tony who was thinking, opened the door and walked out carefully, trying not to make any noise.

Tony stared at the design drawings for several hours, mumbling words, and suddenly it moved.

"Jarvis, do some calculations. If a jet system and a weapon system are installed on the wings, will it affect the speed and balance of the mecha?"

"Model is being built, calculating..."

10 minutes later, Jarvis gave the answer, "It can speed up the flight speed by 20%, increase the firepower output by 30%, and enhance the melee attack by 50%..."

"Aren't there any shortcomings?" Tony was stunned for a moment, a little embarrassed.

Kevin is a mecha amateur and a high school student who has nothing but muscles.

In terms of mecha design, it was completely intolerable for Tony to be compared to such an amateur.

"The melee agility will be reduced by 10%, but there will be no impact on other aspects. Collecting some actual combat data will be more conducive to judgment. There may be other shortcomings that have not been calculated..."

"Okay, I got it!"

Tony's expression changed as he stared at the pair of cool wings on the design drawing.

Is he installed on the Mark 4?Or should it be installed on the Mark 4?

Tony thought about it for just a second before making up his mind.

After not leaving the house for a week, Pepper's mouth twitched slightly when she entered Tony's laboratory again.

"Don't those red wings on Mark 4 look familiar?" Pepper blinked and asked deliberately.

"Ahem, that's nonsense. This is the result of countless brain cells that I lost. Look, it's red in color and shaped like a swan's wings. This must be the first time you've seen this shape. How come you're familiar with it!"

Tony began to defend himself, from color, data, shape, to performance and attack methods, to express that this was his original idea.

"Ah, yes, yes," Pepper nodded repeatedly.

He didn't know if it was Tony's imagination, but he always felt that there was a smile in the girl's eyes.

"I told you, you wouldn't understand," Tony turned his head and his ears turned red.

……

Kevin has recently returned to his normal life as a high school student in the beautiful country.

I brag in class, play basketball after class, sometimes go out for fun at night, go to a movie with my maid, etc.

In addition, Venom and Eddie often come to eat at home, and this life is quite interesting, not boring at all.

But this kind of life is not destined to be normal. Coulson's phone call interrupted this peaceful life.

"The person you mentioned has been found, in a small town less than 100 kilometers away from Hammer."

"Okay, thank you!" Kevin politely thanked him, then sighed and touched the Red Flame Knife.

Now that I have received the gift, I still have to do something.

“There is no record of this person in either the police database or the public.

When he woke up in the hospital, he still claimed to be God. Don’t you have anything to tell us? "

Seeing Kevin about to hang up the phone, Coulson couldn't help it.

At first, they didn't pay much attention to the person Kevin was talking about, but they didn't know if they didn't check, and they were shocked when they checked.

This person seemed to appear out of thin air, and no record could be found.

Coupled with the sudden appearance of a hammer, and things like claiming to be a god.

If you don't notice that there is something wrong with this person, you will be a fool.

"You have nothing to say, right?" Kevin thought for a while and yawned, "This is just my private matter."

"You said the same thing when hell invaded!" Colson's voice was filled with resentment.

"Ahem," Kevin coughed, "Brother Phil, if you don't know how to speak, I suggest you speak less, otherwise you will easily get slapped!"

"Then I want to go with you," Coulson made another request.

Kevin thought for a while and agreed. After all, Coulson would need help next time, and he couldn't always follow Thor and keep an eye on him.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the location Coulson said.

Colson pointed to the hospital in front and said, "The person you are talking about just escaped from the hospital. Not only did he injure several police officers, he also claimed to be a god!"

"Oh."

"Our people have been following him. Why are you looking for him?"

"Let's go and have a look first."

Kevin walked forward leisurely, his mental power had already extended out, locking Thor's position.

He 'saw' that Thor was hit by a car not long after he walked out of the hospital.

Coulson followed Kevin and wanted to speak several times, but finally held back.

As long as you keep following, you can always find the answer.

When Kevin came to the streets of the town, he happened to see Thor getting into a van and leaving.

My eyes caught a glimpse of the woman driving the car. It was a familiar face. Jane Foster also appeared.

Without Kevin's instructions, Colson pressed the headset and spoke, and a black ordinary family car drove over quickly.

"Follow."

The car followed the van at a certain distance and leisurely. It would not be lost because it was too far away, nor would it be discovered because it was too close.

Kevin rubbed his chin and thought about how to deal with this muscular man.

Odin asked him to protect Thor's life, but he only wanted him to ensure that Thor did not die. He was not allowed to teach him a lesson, right?

This guy targeted him several times. This time he came to Earth and lost his divine power. If he didn't teach him a lesson, wouldn't this opportunity be wasted?

So, what should be the lesson?

Kevin was thinking about how to teach Thor a lesson, and Coulson was beside him, glancing at him almost every two seconds.

"Why do you keep looking at me? Brother Phil, I'm not interested in men!"

"I'm not interested in men either!" Colson's face turned dark. "This man can attract your attention. He must be no ordinary person. He can't be a god, right?"

"Do you believe there is a god in this world?" Kevin asked with interest.

"I've seen all the demons in hell, so it's not surprising that there are gods," Colson sighed quietly, his expression very calm.

Kevin thought about it and said, "Just think of him as an alien in trouble. You don't need to pay special attention to him."

"An alien in distress? Like Talos, the Skrull leader?"

"He's not the leader."

"Phew," Colson breathed a sigh of relief, "That's okay, he's just an ordinary alien. The earth can still accommodate it, as long as he is honest-"

"He's just an alien prince in trouble."

Colson froze, "Prince? The kind of commander-in-chief?"

"That's not true. The power is not very big. It only manages a few planets."

"How many planets?" The corners of Colson's mouth began to twitch, and then he thought of the title Prince in Distress, with a hint of luck.

"You said he is a prince in trouble, so there shouldn't be another powerful race in the universe chasing him, right?"

Kevin shook his head, "That's not true."

The nine realms of the Marvel Universe are actually in one universe, equivalent to nine planets, not nine universes. Some are so close to each other that they can be reached by spaceships.

For example, Jotunheim and Asgard, and some are far apart, such as Jotunheim and Earth.

Unless Jotunheim can capture Asgard and then use the Rainbow Bridge to reach Earth, but this should be unlikely.

"But there is a younger brother who wants to kill him and compete with him for the throne."

Colson was half relieved and almost choked, "Can't you finish it in one go?"

"This younger brother must not know that his elder brother has come to Earth, right?"

"He knows," Kevin raised his head. At this time, maybe Loki was already plotting against the Frost Giants in Jotunheim.

"It shouldn't take long before it comes to Earth."

"No, let's go over now and expel him from the earth," Coulson stood up suddenly and hit his head with a bang.

But he didn't think about whether it hurt or not, and wanted to get rid of the trouble immediately.

"then you go!"

Kevin made a gesture of invitation.

At this time, the van in front had stopped, and several people got out and entered the hotel.

Colson hurriedly ran out of the car, rushed halfway with a few people, and then ran back.

"How strong is this guy?"

"It's not that good. I probably can't withstand the missile," said Thor, who has no divine power, which is the physical fitness of an ordinary Asgardian.

It can withstand bullets and is slightly stronger, but it shouldn't be able to resist much in front of this group of elite agents.

"You don't seem to want to drive him away?" Colson frowned deeply as he looked at Kevin who was still busy cutting his nails.

"That's not true, but you can't do it."

"Can't do it? He's a prince in distress. Wait, prince?"

Coulson seemed to remember something, "So, the king of Asgard is very powerful?"

Kevin gave a thumbs up, "Smart!"

"How powerful? More powerful than the Kree and Satan?" Colson's frown deepened.

"That's not there."

The wrinkles in Colson's brow softened slightly.

"Compared to armies and battleships, Asgardians are far behind," Kevin curled his lips.

After hearing this, Coulson didn't feel that strong anymore.

After all, they still have two trump cards, Captain Marvel and the Sorcerer Supreme.

"In addition to high-end combat power, after all, the king of Asgard is still very capable of fighting. Unless he no longer wants his hometown, no civilization in the universe will provoke Asgard."

Colson kept rubbing his chest. His emotions were just going up and down, back and forth, and his heart felt a little unbearable.

"Since we can't drive him away, and staying here will be a problem, can we reach an agreement with him? Let them stop causing trouble on Earth?"