The Stark Paradox

The Middle East gives people the feeling that it will always be the same yellow sand, camels, sand dunes, and clothes that are so tightly covered that you can’t see your figure at all, none of which are Tasha’s favorite things.

Tasha has been to Dubai several times for some business, but the high quality of life in Dubai cannot dispel Tasha's psychological resistance to the Middle East.

The reason is simple, if you are here too, covered in shrapnel from your own bombs and having to wear a bulky breastplate on your body, take a hit every day to recharge it, and worry about your heart from time to time, you don't want to be in the Step into this nightmare land.

But you always have to come, because there are so many duds labeled Stark Enterprises that kill countless innocent people every year.

This is where Iron Man started, and where Stark has the most debt.

Tasha's sunglasses successfully covered most of her face so that her expression could not be seen clearly, and her eyes were always looking at the desert outside the helicopter, making it difficult to fathom.

The helicopter stagnated in mid-air, and the sand below slowly parted to expose the steel plate below, and then slowly split the gap from the middle and expanded it to a space that could accommodate the plane's entry and exit.

The helicopter slowly landed on the tarmac below.

—Don't think about it, Natasha, it's not here, your debt isn't here.It's not real, the world is yours, it's your mind, it's your world.

Tasha jumped off the plane, stepped on her stiletto heels, and felt no difficulty when landing, smoothed the wrinkles on the suit, and shook hands with General Hawke who was waiting there. The snake eye in the armor still dutifully followed behind the general, and there were some other people scattered around who seemed to be watching from a distance.

"Ms. Stark, it's really not easy to make an appointment with you." General Hawke looked at his watch and then at the other party who was three hours late, and smiled sarcastically.

"I'm not only a businessman, the schedule is always tight." Tasha shrugged and patted General Hawke's shoulder when she walked past General Hawke, looking at the surrounding environment casually. It seemed that this was an occupation The ground base is not a small base, and it has both secrecy and mobility. Although there is only a rudimentary base, its scale can be foreseen. Take the border."

Tasha ignored General Hawke's slight change of expression because of her words, carefully looked at the fighter plane on the parking stand next to her, squinted her eyes, and Desperately adjusted the focus for her, and easily saw some parts on the fuselage. Details—certain features of something from her hands that would never be mistaken anyway—she nodded toward the fighter, "If you want an unconventional fighter, you should have told me when it was designed. And It’s not that I made random changes on it.” Tasha didn’t look at General Hawke when she was talking, but she believed that her dissatisfaction had been fully conveyed to the other party.

"Your order has been delivered, it's none of your business..."

"Of course it's none of my business. The quality of our company's products is guaranteed. It's not for you to make a random change and drop from the sky to smash our brand. This is not the way to do business." Tasha put her nose on the bridge. She took off her sunglasses and pointed to General Hawke, while looking around and frowning, the desperate data flow quickly flashed across her eyes, telling her what had been modified from the outside, this was not what Tasha liked. "If you don't want me to intervene, at least act professionally." Tasha sighed. "My opinion is that switching to a turbocharger can increase the efficiency by at least 20.00%."

"Why didn't you use it directly before?" General Hawke asked, looking up in confusion.

"Because I designed this vertical take-off and landing fighter for routine transportation, its working conditions in special environments and anti-knocking cannot be guaranteed..."

"..." General Hawke gestured noncommittally, motioning for her to follow.

Along the way, Tasha didn't forget to look around and saw soldiers gathered in twos and threes to compete with each other, and listened to Hawke's introduction.

"Strictly speaking, this army does not exist. It is an ace force composed of elite men and women from the world's top military forces."

"Oh..." Tasha followed Hawke on the elevator and went all the way down to a deeper underground. During the descent, Tasha saw a huge space similar to an underground swimming pool. There were many submarines in it. Pool? Impressive."

"I require my people to be able to complete tasks well in various environments." Hawke took a meaningful look at Tasha and said proudly.

"Oh..." In comparison, Tasha's reaction was relatively cold.

It seems that such a team can be invincible.Tasha shrugged inwardly.

Just like they used to think that as long as there is a team of Avengers, whether it's Thanos, Kang, Ultron or whatever, everything will be fine.

When the team was first built, people were always full of confidence and complacency.

*****

"It is our duty to be a beacon to those who have no hope. I will pledge my loyalty and fight alongside my comrades."

"I know, it's going to be worth it, it's going to grow from here, and as long as we're here, the team will never stop."

"The enemy will always exist, so our existence is more necessary."

"When the horns of battle sound and make you tremble with fear, the revelation of our existence will strike evil with a heavy blow like the mightiest thunder, and our victory will become legend."

On this day, a five-person team consisting of Thor, Iron Man, Wasp, Ant-Man and Hulk was established to declare war on evil and avenge those who committed crimes.

*****

"So, let's see what you have and what you're missing." The first time Tasha walked into the control room, she inserted a small USB flash drive into the interface of the mainframe before anyone else stopped her, and She kept her gaze on the old-fashioned keyboard for three seconds before hesitating to make a move. She tapped quickly while raising a hand to stop the soldiers who came over to stop her, "Relax, soldier, your host has nothing worth stealing, and , I think your system should be upgraded, would you consider SI's software system? I can attach a set of virtual imaging technology by the way."

Half a minute later the firewall was breached and Jarvis took over the displays, with the Stark International logo floating on the big screen.

When Tasha was promoting SI's technology to General Hawke, there was a video call requesting to be connected suddenly. Tasha waved her hand and answered the call before the communicator made a move.

"General Hawke, about our previous contract..." A steady picture was displayed on the screen, and the meticulous face of a middle-aged man in a suit, leather shoes and gray tie appeared there. The words were cut off, and he squinted his eyes and looked at Tasha standing next to General Hawke with a little vigilance, "Ms. Stark."

"Uh..." Tasha paused, the data of this man flashed through the data stream in her eyes, and she said, "Mr. Dai Sizhuo."

"I didn't know you also took this order." The other party asked politely with a smile, a perfect businessman's smile.

MARS is a company that produces high-end technology, and it has a competitive relationship with Tasha's SI, but it is not so tense... because MARS mainly involves cutting-edge weapons and ammunition.If possible, Tasha would never be interested in this field again, but obviously the other party didn't think so.

"Obviously, General Hawke doesn't trust our two families, so he decided to diversify the investment risk." Tasha turned a corner and cleverly pushed the matter to the soldiers—clearly General Hawke was not someone who would argue with her about this matter. .

"...Since the general is busy, we can find another time." The other party nodded without making any comments, and then simply cut off the communication.

"So MARS?" Tasha glanced at Hawke inquiringly, "Is it okay?"

"..."

"I mean, they've got a good technical R&D staff."

"I thought technology development was all about teamwork."

"Of course development depends on the team, but ideas always come from here." Tasha pointed to her temple and shrugged.

"It's okay? Who does she think she is?" The big black man stood in the back row of the line with his arms folded, and the small colleague standing beside him snorted coldly and bit his ear.

"Guess what, if I had her brain, I would also want to be so arrogant." The team technical expert who listened to the complaint patted the arm of his big colleague and comforted him, "That's Stark, heavy artillery, she has the capital .”