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The failure of the psychic scepter did not change Wanda and Pietro's desire for revenge.

"In that case"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wanda and Pietro's eyes met, and they immediately made a decision.

I saw a flash of red light in Wanda's eyes, and a coquettish red light suddenly appeared between the fingers of her free left hand.

Immediately afterwards, a faint crimson mist immediately entangled Stark.

Stark's whole body seemed to be tightly bound by a rope. His hands and feet suddenly closed together and clung to his body, motionless.

"Um"

With a muffled groan, Wanda just raised her hand slightly, and Stark, who was bound by chaos magic, lifted his feet off the ground and slowly floated in the air.

Feeling the suffocation of his body being firmly imprisoned, Stark remained optimistic and even said to himself a little joyfully:

"I decided that I was absolutely, 100 percent, going to send a complaint letter to SHIELD. They monitor the work of superpowers like shit. And that guy Leon, the guard of the villa."

Before he could finish speaking, Pietro interrupted him directly.

"Haha, that's really humorous"

While speaking, the white-haired Pietro took a step forward, faced Stark face to face, and joked:

"Mr. Stark, how does it feel to be controlled by someone and unable to break free? Isn't it uncomfortable?"

Regarding this question, Stark was unwilling to show his weak side and answered as lightly as possible:

"good."

"But, having said that, I'm very curious about why you two rebellious teenagers came to me to find out. I don't even know you."

"Oh, I'm glad you finally asked that question."

The corner of his mouth curled up, Pietro's expression changed, and then his figure disappeared instantly.

The next moment, only an afterimage flashed by, and Stark felt a pain in his abdomen, as if someone had hit his abdomen hard with a punch.

"cough cough"

From behind Stark, Pietro's voice came again:

"Of course you don't know us"

"But, you know, that's not important. What's important is that we know you, and the reason why we are like this is entirely because of you."

Before he finished speaking, Stark was punched hard in the face by Pietro again.

With a "bang" sound, the right side of Stark's face turned red, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

It is worth mentioning that his long-time friend Rhodes, because his mind was controlled, just stood there quietly, watching Stark being beaten by Pietro, but showed no reaction.

. . . . . .

Just when Stark was being killed by the Maximoff twins, his disappearance finally attracted someone's attention.

"Hahaha, didn't you already say that once that day?"

"Is there any? Why don't I remember?"

"You idiot, you stay in the laboratory all day, of course your mind is full of research data and the like, how can you remember it?"

The melodious music, comfortable atmosphere, and the effect of alcohol make the distance between people quickly narrow without even realizing it.

Natasha and Banner were sitting on the sofa in the corner of the hall, talking and laughing, and touching each other from time to time.

From an outsider's perspective, the two seem to be a very close couple.

However, just as the two were chatting happily, they suddenly heard a familiar voice interrupting:

"Hey Natasha, Banner, have you seen Tony?"

The two of them turned their heads in unison, and what they saw was the owner of the villa, Leon, holding champagne in his hand.

Banner, who was wearing a brown suit, looked startled and asked slightly confused:

"no, what happened"

Leon shook his head and then responded:

"It's nothing. You continue, I'll look for you at the bar."

After saying goodbye to Natasha and Banner, Leon came to the bar.

"Did you see Mr. Stark just now?"

Hearing this, the waiter was slightly startled, and then replied:

"Oh, a man came over just now. After chatting with him for a few words, the two of them left."

Hearing this, Leon couldn't help but pause, and then asked:

"Oh, what does that man look like and what is his name?"

"A tall, thin black man who seems to be very close to Mr. Stark. As for the name, I don't know much about it."

"so"

After pondering for a moment, Leon seemed to have thought of something, and then asked:

"Then do you know where they went?"

"It seems to be over there by the side door."

"okay, thank you"

Saying goodbye to the waiter at the bar, Leon held the champagne, walked through the crowd, and walked slowly toward the side door of the villa.

. . . . . .

At the same time, in the garden outside the villa.

"I'm sure you don't remember every bullet, every weapon, and every missile you have ever sold."

After hearing Pietro's words, Stark finally understood why the other party came to find him.

As a once world-famous arms dealer, countless arms and weapons were sold with his approval.

A considerable number of soldiers on both sides of war conflicts in the Middle East, Africa, Eastern Europe and other places use weapons from Stark Industries.

If all the people killed directly or indirectly by the weapons manufactured by Stark Industries were recorded on Stark, then he would be burdened with a lot of blood debt.

Of course, it is always the person holding the weapon who kills, not the person making the weapon.

Besides, the Tony Stark now is no longer the Tony Stark he used to be.

"That was before, I don't do those things anymore."

It was just a simple sentence, but to Wanda and Pietro, it sounded like a very harsh excuse.

The angry Wanda, who controlled the crimson mist with her left hand, first raised it up and then suddenly pressed it down.

Stark, who was imprisoned by the red energy, first rose to a height of seven or eight meters, and then suddenly fell from mid-air like a free fall and fell to the ground suddenly.

"Um"

Fortunately, the ground is not a thick marble floor, but a relatively soft lawn with some cushioning.

Otherwise, if he fell hard from a height of seven to eight meters in the air, he would be seriously injured.

Even so, Stark still felt a burning pain in his back.

"then now"

"None of us care. What we care about is that the missile that took away our parents and the missile that fell in front of us have one word written on them, that is Stark."

As he spoke, Pietro, who couldn't hold back his impulse and sadness, clenched his fists and stepped forward, preparing to punch Stark hard in the face.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred

An invisible ripple suddenly rose up and hit Pietro.

"what"

"Pietro"

Only a exclamation was heard, and Pietro flew out under Wanda's surprised gaze.

What followed was a calm and magnetic voice:

"Hey if you guys don't mind, could you please let go of that mustache?"

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