Marvel's Gravity Demon

After Stark dealt with the hot dog priest who was pestering him perfunctorily, he wanted to leave here. Although he didn't know why Pepa suddenly interrupted his speech, since he had finished speaking, he naturally had to do other things. net

He still has many things to do, many of which are still troublesome.

When he came to the elevator, Stark saw a very imposing black woman with sharp eyes and a somewhat unkind face.

Stark didn't pay much attention to this. He always met all kinds of strangers and didn't always need to think about it.

She arrived at the elevator door first, so out of courtesy, Stark didn't look at the elevator buttons.

The standing black woman suddenly talked to Stark about the foundation.

Her choice of words was very strange, and there was nothing she wanted to praise or identify with.

This made Stark uncomfortable.

After a while, the black woman still stood motionless, and the elevator buttons showed no signs of lighting up.

Stark glanced at the black woman doubtfully, then pressed the up button, and then asked her politely

"Are you going up?"

The black woman turned her head and looked at Stark, her expression a little unnatural, and said in a voice that contained some emotion

"I'm where I'm supposed to be"

She didn't know whether her words were mocking or describing.

Then, she quickly reached into her bag to take out something.

At this moment, Stark's brain was in pain, and his nerves couldn't help but feel a little numb. When he saw her doing such a classic dangerous move in the eyes of Americans, he immediately suppressed her hand. net

"Okay, don't do this!"

He never doubted that there were people in the world who wanted to assassinate him, especially after Scovia.

After making the move, he noticed that there was no gun in the black woman's bag...

"Sorry, this is an occupational disease"

Stark apologized, then tightened his strength and slowly withdrew his hand.

The black woman's face remained solemn and solemn, her eyes glowing silver when she looked at Stark, and an emotion called hatred penetrated into Stark's mind from her eyes without any cover.

Of course Stark knew that after Scovia, some people would hate him, and he had no doubt that there were people in the world who hated him.

However, this was the first time, the first time in his life, that he saw such pure, condensed hatred at such a close distance, truly sad hatred.

His first thought was not about the enemy, not about counterattack, but about Skovia, the city he had blown up.

Stark's head hurt even more, and he looked at the black woman speechlessly without speaking.

This fat black woman had no intention of letting Stark speak. She did not directly enter the topic. Instead, she briefly described her career, emphasized that she relied on this to support her son, and said that her son asked him to pride.

Before Stark could reply, the black woman took a photo and slapped him on the chest

"His name is Charlie Spencer"

"You hurt him"

"In Scovia"

The woman's voice grew increasingly angry. 35xs

Stark probably already guessed what happened.

"Do you think you're fighting for us?"

"You fight for yourself"

"Who avenges my son, Stark?"

The voice of this black female UN official was cold and full of emotion.

This is an unabashed apology to Stark!

"He died all because of you"

The ending of sadness and anger.

The elevator door opened, and the black female official walked into the elevator without looking back, and had no intention of taking the elevator with Stark.

Stark was stunned for two seconds, then picked up the photo that fell on the ground and saw the sunny black boy on it.

Incomparable panic and guilt flowed through my body.

He exhaled sharply and put his hands on the wall.

My brain hurts so much and my heart is so confused.

He couldn't help but gasp, and pressed the elevator button.

Stark knew that some people would hate him for what happened in Skovia, but no one had ever actually confronted him and asked him to task.

It feels completely different.

He once thought that as long as he kept doing charity and aid funds, he could change the world's views and make them understand him.

But just now, a mother who lost her son asked him directly and coldly.

Stark felt now as if he had been caught doing something bad and was a victim.

And the victim has no forgiveness, no tolerance, direct, sad, and angry.

All sins were also laid upon him.

Layers upon layers of panic and guilt, accompanied by brain pain again and again, assaulted his mind.

Ding dong~

The elevator door opened again, and there was no one inside.

Stark stood up straight and stepped into the elevator.

He took out his mobile phone

"Jarvis—"

"Help me look up Charlie Spencer, yes, that's the boy in the photo"

He had an idea that this boy had been picked up by SHIELD a long time ago, but he just didn't meet his mother for other reasons

"Okay sir..."

Stark stared at the screen of the transparent phone

"Retrieval completed, do you need me to read it out?"

"No, no need"

The elevator door opened, and Stark's staff were already waiting for him.

Stark looked at the screen of his phone with excitement, feeling like a bolt from the blue.

This outstanding, sunny, helpful, and ideal boy has many admirable deeds in his life. No one would not smile at such a boy.

It's just that his life unfortunately stopped when he arrived in Skovia, just to help the poor...

There is no bright future now.

"Mr. Stark?"

The staff saw Stark froze after getting out of the elevator, looked at each other, and asked him

Stark trembled.

"Where should we go next?"

Before they could wait for them, Stark immediately said

"No matter what it is, I want to meet with Secretary Ross"

The pain in his brain made Stark's nerves sensitive and made his thinking faster.

He felt that publicity, charity, politics, and aid were just sideways methods used by Fulian to evade responsibility and try to cover up mistakes.

Making changes for mistakes is the right thing to do.

The Avengers couldn't turn a blind eye to their mistakes, and neither could he. He remembered Rose's proposal to him, which he had completely ignored.

But by making changes, we can give an account to the world and give an account to those who have been hurt.

"Mr. Stark, now?"

"Yes, the sooner the better"

...

New York, in a high-end restaurant.

"I'm sorry, Stark, I'm late, but you should be able to understand me, right"

Rose sat down with a polite smile.

Stark rubbed his temples and then looked up

"There was no accident, right? Mr. Secretary."

Ross looked up and thought for a moment and said

"At least no bullets or shells were fired"