The Godfather of American Comics

Tony slowly calmed down from the shock, held his chin and said slowly: "I will do my best regarding Little Hope, but I am not good at genetics, so I still need more professional people to help."

"I know." Weller smiled slightly: "I'm working hard for it."

Tony spread his hands: "Unfortunately, I am a homeless 'criminal' now. How about setting up a research team to help little Hope."

"Don't worry, you won't be a 'criminal' your whole life."

"Are you comforting me?"

Tony raised his eyebrows and looked at Weller in surprise.

Weller smiled lightly: "A Stark doesn't need comfort. You already have a plan in mind, don't you?"

Tony was a little surprised, he felt that Weller unexpectedly understood him.

And what he just said was much more useful to him than comfort.

Tony raised the corner of his mouth: "I just saw that your house has a basement. Lend it to me for a while."

"You still plan to stay here forever?"

Weller's eyes twitched.

Tony Stark is a troublemaker.

"I'm only safe if I'm here with you."

Shrugging, Tony continued: "You don't want me to be captured or even killed before I can repay your favor, do you?"

Wheeler: "..."

Is it really the uncle who is in debt?

Tony stood up and said to himself: "I see you have many bedrooms upstairs, so I will choose the one next to you."

He didn't want a group of big men to rush into his room after falling asleep in the middle of the night, push him down on the bed, and try to open the back door for him.

damn it!

Tony felt like he had left a psychological shadow.

"Okay, I'm going to rest, you can do it yourself!"

Tony yawned and walked upstairs.

Weller's mouth twitched.

Does this really mean you don’t consider yourself an outsider?

After taking a long breath, Weller reminded: "Don't forget to call Pepper and Happy."

"I know, I'll fight tomorrow. I don't want them to come crying to me, the best boss in the world, at night."

Tony's face was full of confidence, as if he had already thought of the scene when they met.

Weller looked at Tony's face full of pride and confidence, and couldn't hold it back after all.

"Bah! Shameless!"

……

At the same time, after Coulson arranged for someone to go to Wheeler's house to pick up the 'trash', he remembered what he had just reported to his chief...

Fuck Fake!

Colson pressed his forehead, and their director's exclamation rang in his mind again.

God knows what his black-hearted director just shouted.

Through this time, SHIELD also obtained relevant information about Tony Stark's disappearance from the prison.

Yes, just disappear.

They only knew that Willer Hunter, disguised as a prison guard, walked into Tony Stark's cell, killed three terrorists, and then disappeared with Tony Stark and the terrorist leader.

As for how he left, no one knows.

Coulson speculated that the method of Weller's departure must have involved supernatural forces.

He decided to visit Weller's house at dawn, both for Tony Stark's sake and to establish a deeper connection with Weller.

As the controller of Hell's Kitchen, coupled with the supernatural power he possesses, Weller's value is becoming more and more important in SHIELD's estimation. Even their director is considering whether to invite Weller to join the "revenge" that is still being prepared. It's planned.

However, what worries Coulson more is who are the forces secretly fueling the flames?

"Perhaps Obadiah will know."

"When they find evidence of the other party's crime and send Obadiah to jail, they will know some information."

Colson murmured, took a sleeping pill for himself, set the alarm clock, and fell on the bed.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days, and he even felt that his hairline was getting higher.

"I still have to visit Willer Hunter, and I have to sleep well... Phew!"

Exhaustion set in, and Coulson fell asleep.

……

In the early morning, Weller carried a bag of garbage, a cup of tea, and walked out of the room with his slippers on.

"Huh? Where's my trash can?"

Weiler looked at the place where the trash can was originally empty and twitched his eyes.

"Did those bastards from SHIELD take away the person and the box?"

"Did they come in a garbage truck?"

Weiler stood at the door carrying the garbage. A gust of autumn wind blew by, and he felt a little chilly.

"Hey Weller, what's for breakfast?"

Tony opened the door, carefully exposed his head, and asked Weller.

Weller lifted the garbage in his hand.

"Do you want to eat this?"

"Dad, I'm hungry."

Little Hope poked her head out from the crack in the door under Tony, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"Hey, I'll do it for you right away!"

Weller smiled softly.

"Oh!"

Little Hope nodded and closed the door hard.

Ok?

Why can't the door close?

Little Hope was stunned for a moment, woke up, and then used both hands hard...

"hiss!"

Tony's head was clamped by the door, and he sucked in the cold air one after another: "Little Hope, my head is going to be clamped off!"

"Ah, ah!"

Little Hope let go of the door and took two steps back.

Door, did the door speak?

anyone?

"who are you?"

Little Hope looked at Tony warily and took two steps back with her calves.

"I'm your father's... friend."

"friend?"

Little Hope blinked and glanced at Weller outside the door, wanting to get proof from Weller.

Tony pouted, making way for the door to open.

"Yes, Hope."

Weller nodded.

Hope put down her vigilance and tilted her head to look at Tony, her big and pure water-like eyes flashing with doubt.

Although she had never met Tony, she felt that he was very kind to him for some reason.

Facing Little Hope's probing eyes, Tony turned his head unnaturally.

Well, he admitted that he felt a little guilty when facing Little Hope.

Although the other party had nothing to do with him, after listening to Weller's story, he felt that an invisible line had appeared between them.

Just when the two were eye-to-eye, Weiler, who was standing outside the door and preparing to throw away garbage in the public trash can, saw a car rushing towards his house at an extremely fast speed. Before the car could stop, At that moment, a beautiful figure rushed down.

"Mr. Hunter."

Pepper greeted Weller, but her eyes were fixed on Tony in the room, her eyes slightly red.

"Go."

Weller patted Pepper on the shoulder.

Pepper walked towards Tony, her pace getting faster and faster, and finally like a flame full of strong emotions, she threw herself into Tony's arms.

Looking at this scene, Weller smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to stop Happy, stuffed the garbage into his hand, and said with a smile: "Help throw it away."

Happy: "?"

"What? Do you also want to make a light bulb? Or want a hug from your boss?"

"Uh!"

Happy shuddered, turned and left.