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Ten o'clock in the morning.

Tony stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the Stark Industries building, overlooking the busy cityscape of New York. He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, and the ice cubes gently collided in the amber liquid, making a crisp sound.

Behind him, the TV was showing a live press conference about last night's events.

"The Stark Industries incident… Commander James Rhodes."

On the first floor of the Stark Industries building.

Rhodes stood on the podium, holding two carefully prepared manuscripts in his hands, one for him and the other for Tony to read when he came down.

"I'm sure you all have received the official report of what happened at Stark Industries last night... There were unsubstantiated reports of sightings of green humanoid monsters and mysterious men in black robes."

“The fact is that the military conducted a targeted test of a humanoid robot here yesterday.

But due to confusion in core data, a green robot went out of control.

We sent another black humanoid robot for emergency rescue.”

"Fortunately, one of Tony Stark's personal bodyguards intervened in the rescue, otherwise it would have led to more serious consequences..."

"Tony, come and sit down. The cut on your face needs to be covered with foundation."

"Oh...Iron Man? What's the name of that?"

Tony sat in a chair, holding this morning's "Breaking News" newspaper, while Pepper next to him was mixing foundation to neutralize Tony's skin tone.

"It seems catchy and loud, although it's not accurate... the suit is made of gold and titanium alloy, but the intention is obvious."

Tony watched and spoke narcissistically, not noticing that the headline on the front page of the newspaper was "Iron Man lost to the green-skinned monster, and the man in black robes showed up to save the day."

At this moment, Coulson, who had been standing nearby, came out and handed Tony a note.

"Mr. Stark, this is your alibi. You were on your yacht at the time of the incident."

"Um……"

Tony took the note and glanced up casually.

"We have the port report proving you were at Avalon all night, and sworn statements from 50 of your guests."

"Oh... maybe it should just be Pepper and I on the island, that's it, ok?

"Just read it."

"But Stan doesn't seem to be mentioned there..."

"It was taken care of and he went on holiday... small aircraft have a poor safety record."

"But what about the cover story about the bodyguard? He's mine... Isn't that too lame?"

Tony always felt that it was not very reliable. The IQ of the media was not that of a three-year-old child. Expecting these nonsense to convince them was as ridiculous as your dog being able to repair the WiFi of the neighbor's house.

"This isn't the first time we've done something like this, Mr. Stark... Just follow the official story, and soon this will all be over."

"You have 90 seconds to get ready. You'll be on stage soon."

"Alright alright."

Tony was helpless. If he didn't tell the truth, he would really feel itchy.

At this time, Pepper pulled Coulson aside and said:

"Agent Coulson, I wanted to say thank you so much for all your help."

Xiao Lajiao's gratitude comes from the heart. Without these covers, she might have to get up early and stay up late every day to do public relations for at least a month and a half.

"This is our duty, we will be in touch again."

"You call it national strategy..."

"We've changed our name. Just call us S.H.I.E.L.D."

Pepper returned to Tony and looked at her watch. There was only one minute left.

"Tony...shall we get started?"

Tony stood up and let Pepper fix his appearance and turn up his collar.

"Pepper, even I don't think I look like Iron Man..."

"Tony, you're not Iron Man..."

"I'm!"

"Okay, whatever."

At this time, Tony carefully looked at the little pepper in front of him.

Her smooth, lightly scented blonde hair, her shallow, rosy dimples, and her serious expression revealed a temperament that particularly fascinated Tony.

Tony teased, staring into her beautiful eyes.

"If I were Iron Man, I'd have a girlfriend who knew who I really was... and she'd be devastated."

"Because she would be so worried about whether I would die, but she would also be so proud of my achievements, and she would be so conflicted, and that made him even more crazy about me...

"Haven't you ever thought about what happened that night?"

"You mean the night we danced together?"

Pepper tied Tony's tie and recalled with an expression that was difficult to detect emotions.

"Then we went up to the rooftop, and you went downstairs to get some wine... and then you left me alone, you mean that night?"

Hearing this, the ambiguous atmosphere that Tony originally wanted to create was suddenly broken, and he could only smile awkwardly.

"Nothing else, right?

"It's all right, Miss Potts."

At this time, Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes on the first floor had almost finished his opening remarks.

"Now, Mr. Stark has prepared a statement... to state in advance that he will not be taking questions, thank you."

Tony just hit the spot when he came out of the elevator, so he strode up to the podium and picked up the manuscript under the gazes of many reporters and cameras.

On the way, he happened to see an acquaintance sitting at the bottom...it was the female reporter, Christine, who provided him with information about Comilla at the birthday party that day.

"Ahem, it's been a while since I last saw you all... I'll just read from the script this time."

Tony cleared his lungs and continued.

"Some people speculate that I was involved in the incident that happened in Stark's abandoned armed department..."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, do you really expect us to believe that... a bodyguard in a battle suit happened to show up and the robots on the scene went haywire?"

At this time, Christine, who was sitting below the stage, crossed her legs and asked a sharp question.

As a friend of Tony's weapons that he discarded after using them once, she was unwilling to miss any opportunity to embarrass him.

"Oh... as confusing as you and I know this is, the official story is one thing... but making wild accusations or suggesting that I'm a superhero is another."

"I didn't say you were a superhero."

Christine looked at Tony with disdain. He still had the face of a playboy. If he could become a superhero, even a sow would climb a tree.

Hearing Christine's question, Tony felt a little eager. He stared at Christine and said something to smooth things over.

"Really? That's good, because it's unrealistic and fantastic... Although I'm not cut out to be a hero, I have a lot of character flaws and have made so many mistakes, but I'm still very open..."

Tony thought about it over and over again, and he just felt unhappy.

He is indeed not a good person, but he firmly believes that he developed the Mark series armor not to show off, but was truly chosen to defend his ideals.

He is right.

But being questioned everywhere here, how could Tony, who has always considered himself a genius and is arrogant, tolerate it?

As Tony thought about it, his eyes gradually hardened, his mind kept wandering, and the words he said were consistent with what he was thinking in his heart.

Then Tony paused for a moment and put down the manuscript in his hand.

"The fact is..."

“I am iron man”