Marvel: I have conceptual skills!

Steve took the white paper and checked the text on it with the light of Stark's watch. He said in confusion:

"Is this... a contract?"

"Yes, actor contract~"

Stark seemed to recall something bad, his eyebrows slightly raised, his eyelids twitched, but he confirmed what Steve said.

There is nothing wrong with the words on the contract. The only problem is that the person you are signing with is a devil.

The content of the contract was very simple, just a cooperation statement for Steve to play the captain of Hydra in Hydra, which made Steve a little confused for a while.

Is it that the times are developing too fast and have left him far behind?

Or is it that everything in this world today is so neurotic and eccentric.

Then again...

He was just a skinny and short art student at the beginning, but was influenced by the rise of Hitler and decided to join the US Army. Later, because of his kindness, he was selected into the Super Soldier Program and became a super soldier.

He was not given much importance back then, and what he signed with the US military was indeed equivalent to an actor's contract.

Because his job was just to dance with his female companions on the stage every day and perform a show of beating Hitler to promote the American spirit and enhance the image of the army.

Thinking in this way, there would be no problem if I got an actor contract now... Bullshit!

There seem to be problems everywhere.

Continuing to look through the pages, I found a very careless script written by Stark.

It tells the story of American soldiers being kidnapped and having their blood drawn for research.

Later, he was rescued by Stark, the richest man in the United States who also kidnapped him. Stark used his wisdom to play with Hydra in the palm of his hand and secretly created a unique great work - the Iron Suit.

Stark, who successfully escaped, returned to his previous life, but Steve, who escaped, still faced pursuit.

With Steve's blood, Hydra's super soldier experiment was a perfect success.

A new villain, a super soldier, attacks Steve, and Captain America wins again after an unprecedented hard fight.

Steve couldn't help but frown. What did this have to do with the Hydra captain in the contract?

"Do you understand? The plot will go like this. You should prepare to return to Hydra's temporary base with me. My Iron Man suit is almost finished, and by then..."

thump—

A loud noise came from deep in the air-raid shelter, interrupting Stark's words, causing both of them to frown and look in the direction where the sound came from.

Steve frowned and took a step forward, blocking Stark behind him.

This protective action did not earn Stark's gratitude. Instead, it reminded him of the story between Captain America and his father, making Stark feel like a child who needed to be protected.

With his eyebrows raised, Stark walked around Steve and walked towards the direction where the sound came from with one hand in his pocket.

"Heh~ What could be here? A giant lizard or a giant bat?"

Stark certainly wasn't unprepared, and the hand in his pocket grabbed the weapon he was carrying.

Soon, Stark walked to the place where the lights were on, which was an underground laboratory located in the air-raid shelter.

"Be careful, Tony..." Steve took out a picked-up trash can lid from his box, quickly caught up with Stark, and stared at the entrance of the laboratory with a serious expression.

Instead, Stark curled his lips, tightened his weapon, raised his hand and opened the door of the underground laboratory.

hum-

With a slight sound, it was no longer just the constant temperature lamp at the door, the pure white lights inside turned on one by one, revealing a room full of experimental equipment.

Seeing these instruments, Stark walked into the laboratory, checked the signs, and said with a look of disdain:

"That idiot Hammer is still using such old equipment. Is his head filled with stupid apes?"

Stark stepped forward and patted the instrument, then looked around vigilantly, looking for the location where the sound came from.

He was actually a little worried that an ape that looked like Hammer would rush out from some unknown corner, screaming and throwing shit at him.

This is no joke, and it fits in well with Stark's own impression of Hammer's behavior.

"Tony, isn't it wrong for us to do this?" Steve said with some hesitation.

Stark opened his mouth and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Two steps ahead, Stark placed his hands on the red pillar and sneered:

"It's not right? This is obviously a secret underground research base of criminals. It's so hidden that we may not have any problems even if we destroy it."

"I don't recommend you do that..."

A strange voice suddenly sounded, startling the two of them.

Steve clenched the lid of the trash can in his hand, and Stark took out a short black stick that looked like a flashlight and asked vigilantly:

"Who! Who is talking!?"

It's Want Want Little Crispy Cake~

Ahem~ No…

"Long time no see~Tony Stark..."

Liquid surged in the blood-red column, and a pale bat face appeared beside Stark's palm.

It was Mobius who was imprisoned here by Charlotte for research.

Looking at Mobius, whose body was dyed scarlet and still in the sticky liquid, Stark frowned and recognized this scientist who worked for Hammer Technologies.

Not only did his vigilance not weaken, but it increased significantly again. He raised his eyebrows and said:

"Dr. Mobius? Don't tell me you were bitten by a vampire, or...you bit a vampire?"

"Neither..." Mobius, who hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, was almost going crazy. He pressed his face against the glass and laughed:

"My experiment failed. In order to save myself, I turned myself into this state. In order to prevent unnecessary danger to New York, I locked myself up here...

Now... my condition has stabilized, please let me out...

It's time for me to create an antidote to get me back to normal."

"Oh~~~" Stark drew out the last word, his tone full of sarcasm.

"You're the one who locked yourself up here~~~"

He didn't believe a word Mobius said.

Picking up a copy of Mobius' blood test report, Stark glanced at Mobius, shook the paper in his hand, and sneered twice.

Although the test date was more than a week ago, it is not difficult to see that someone was using common sense to rescue Mobius from the brink.

In addition, there is a spider silk launcher under development on the test bench on one side, so Stark can determine who the owner of this place is without having to guess.

Mobius was not embarrassed at all after being exposed.

"Tony Stark, I see a kind of energy in you. This is a trace of magic. Don't you want to master it and use it skillfully?"

Mobius' words made Stark's pupils shrink slightly, and his eyes collided with Mobius in mid-air.

Looking at Mobius who was confident, Stark said:

"In no mood……"

"If you want to use it, I have..." Mobius paused, watching Stark's face darken, wondering if he had heard it wrongly:

"What did you say?"

"I said I don't want to! Do you mean to turn into your half-human, half-ghost appearance?

You should deal with yourself first before you learn how to fool others."

He flipped through the documents in his hand and threw them on the table with disgust.

"Electric shock? Your view of science is really incomprehensible~"