I'm waving my magic wand in Marvel

In the messy Wick house, the two sides reached a brief peace.

After all, continuing to beat up a naked man would seem like a strange hobby.

"You mean...my father sent people to kill you?"

It was eerily quiet in the Wick household.

As the Witch King, John admitted that he never thought that the disarming spell would directly take off the steel suit.

He didn't even expect that the other party would come to someone else's house without wearing anything.

John obviously remembered that Iron Man would wear clothes every time he transformed, so why didn't he have any clothes today?

Maybe it's because the wind makes people sober up very quickly, and Tony calms down quickly.

It was originally a matter of settling accounts, but now it has become a matter of being liquidated.

Tony was naked and was being judged by John's strange gaze.

This made him a little embarrassed.

"Maybe you, the son of a family, don't understand your father's power," Tony bluffed, straightening his back and slowly walking towards the sofa. He took a fancy to a blanket there, picked it up and wrapped it around himself, saying, "Your Father, Watson Wick."

"He is the largest shareholder of Hammer Industries, and he is also the head of an underground alliance covering the world."

Seeing that John had no intention of stopping him, Tony continued: "Under his management, this underground alliance has grown stronger and stronger, covering many industries."

"Arms are just one of his items."

Now that he had been captured, Tony sat down openly and said, "By the way, what did you use just now? Super power? Magic?"

John didn't answer him, just frowned in thought.

"My father will not assassinate you."

"That's not necessarily the case." Tony laughed dumbly, seemingly surprised by the innocence of the son of the underground president.

"Uh...can you give me your helmet? I don't have any shoes on. I don't want to step on them. Well, you know." Tony pointed to his steel helmet.

There was dust and glass there, and he didn't want to step on it.

This steel suit is good in every way, but it needs assistance when wearing it.

Tony was also dismantled in the first battle. He secretly thought that he needed to design a steel suit that could be worn without assistance.

John raised a gesture and pointed at Tony, casting a spell silently.

The helmet floated toward Tony.

"Wow."

Tony caught the helmet, amazed at the ability and very interested in the gesture.

"Jarvis, are you still there?"

"I am here, sir."

Hearing this answer, Tony breathed a sigh of relief.

The weird lightning and strange abilities must be recorded.

While thinking in his mind, he said: "Project SHIELD's information about Watson Wick."

Tony shrugged and put the helmet on the dusty table, "If you don't believe it, just see for yourself."

The helmet's eyes light up and are projected on the wall.

John looked sideways, and it was all filled with information about his father.

"Watson Wick, severely dangerous person, file level, level 8."

"Unite many forces to form an underground alliance, the Continental Hotel."

"He has a close relationship with the King of War, Yuri Orlov. They once appeared in Sokovia together and triggered a coup and war in Sokovia."

"An investor in Hammer Industries has close ties with Russian mysterious forces."

John looked at the information on his father one after another, and his expression gradually changed.

The final information was fixed on "close contacts with the King of War, Yuri Orlov" and "an investor in Hammer Industries, who has close contacts with Russian mysterious forces."

Tony pointed at these two pieces of information and said proudly: "I believe you also read the news, otherwise you wouldn't know me."

"The guy who attacked me yesterday was a scientist from Russia."

He stared into John's eyes, trying to detect other emotions besides calm, and said: "How did he know that I was in Monaco? How did he know that I would go to the game?"

"I can tell you responsibly," Tony stood up and walked towards John with a blanket wrapped around him. "Only he can do all this, because he is the underground president, Watson Wick. Even if the president offends, he will People who have trouble sleeping and eating.”

Accepting the impact of the unfamiliar information, John raised his eyes to fall on Tony's eyes and looked into his eyes.

Legilimency.

From what John saw, Tony meant what he said.

It shows that he really thinks so, not an excuse.

"I still have the same answer, my father can't be the one who assassinated you." John slowly shook his head.

This made Tony very angry. He pulled off his blanket, revealing his body that was poisoned by palladium. He laughed angrily and said, "Really? Then go tell your father and tell him not to worry about Tony Star." It will affect his business!"

"Because I'm going to die soon!"

His last words came out in a growl.

He was under tremendous pressure after knowing the date of his death.

Even a genius like Tony Stark needs to suffer all the time in the face of death.

He became desperate and pointed his finger at John's chest.

John raised his hand to grab the finger in displeasure, and the wand flexed in his left hand like a little snake.

Before Tony could react, a black wand stopped in front of his eyes.

"Be respectful to my family and me," John said solemnly, "Don't forget that you broke into my home and launched an attack for no reason."

"Calm down, calm down, I think we can deal with this matter rationally."

Tony raised his hands in front of his chest and immediately gave in, indicating that he was not a threat.

That's right, since his steel suit has been dismantled, what threat can he still have?

Tony took a deep breath, it felt really suffocating.

He used to be domineering, but today he was the one who got caught.

His reputation as a genius scientist and billionaire made everything smooth sailing for him.

John told him to keep his distance.

Tony stepped back, tripping over a raised rug.

He very sadly showed what a picture of a naked man on the street is.

The swaying thing was so unsightly that John covered his face and looked away.

"I imagine my father will have a few items of clothing left in the wardrobe, Mr. Stark."

"Really, that's great." Tony stood up. He didn't have the habit of being honest with men, especially when he was honest with him.

If John was a pretty girl, he wouldn't mind.

"That's my sister's room, you'd better not go in!"

"Oh, sorry."

John stared at Tony's disorienting look, and he could guess that the person walking around his house was not Tony.

Then it's someone else.

The agent who showed up in London, and this guy at home.

Probably the same organization.

Could it be that they were also investigating Dad?

"I don't know how big of a trap dad is trying to make." John was very melancholy. He had just finished praising his dad for making a lot of money, but he was killed by Iron Man at home.

Just a few more words of praise, will the God of Thunder come?

"Well...your father is about the same size as me."

Tony reappeared, wearing a new set of clothes.

"But I suggest your father not to wear this brand, maybe another one...ok, okay, calm down." Tony, who was still about to complain, saw John's impatiently raised wand and closed his mouth knowingly.

"You haven't told me yet, are you a superpower or a magician?"

"No, you can call me wizard."

John glanced at Tony speechlessly and said angrily: "You'd better get out of there. Before my sister comes home, I don't want her room to still look like it was blown through by a bomb."

"Okay, I know a construction team, guaranteed to be exactly the same as yours before." Tony was thinking about the assassination while changing clothes.

Being blown by the wind made him sober up.

Thinking about it carefully, I was too impulsive.

John's ability was so weird that it was completely unnecessary for him to assassinate him with whip cord.

Or is it that the underground president is actually a loving father and is unwilling to let his children be stained with blood?

John ignored Tony's brainstorming and waved the wand again, "Reparo"

The exploded walls flew back again, and even the chairs with broken legs spliced ​​themselves back together.

After the magic was swept away, the surrounding mess was restored to its original state just like the literal meaning of the spell.

The magical scene made Tony sigh with emotion.

"If you open a decoration company, it will be very popular."

"I'll take it as a compliment." John rolled his eyes at Tony and kicked the steel suit parts beside his feet.

"This suit is very nice, very handsome."

"I'll take it as a compliment," Tony walked to the table and picked up the helmet, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave."

"Oh?" John said with a faint smile, "You're not going to pretend that nothing happened again, are you?"

"Okay." Tony put down his helmet and asked boldly, "How much?"

"What?" John said in surprise.

Tony said: "How much money can let me leave."

Things that can be solved with money are no problem for him.

"You misunderstood." John raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't care about your money."

"What I care about more is this."

John pointed his finger at his helmet.

Tony's face darkened, "You want the Iron Suit technology?"

If that's the case, he needs to think about how to kill the other person.

"What do I want that thing for?" John said speechlessly, "I want information about my father and where my family have gone."

"that's it?"

Now it was Tony's turn to be surprised.

You must know that compared with his own smart head, those SHIELD information that can be easily hacked are not valuable.

"I still say the same thing, Mr. Stark." John looked at Tony and said seriously, "My father will not assassinate you, at least not this time."

Kill Iron Man?

After thinking about it, John decided to forget it and ask the other party to beat purple sweet potatoes in the future.

His eyes fell on the reactor on Tony's chest, he tapped it with his wand, and reminded: "I think you should find that that person has the same thing as you."

Tony looked down after hearing this.

"Your family are thieves and butchers." The attacker's words echoed in his ears.

He didn't look good.

because……

Palladium poisoning.

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