The Stark Paradox

"Hey, Sir, I'm distracted." After a battle with the Decepticons in the energy mine, Ironhide walked up to Jazz, patted the shoulder of the little adjutant, and fought side by side for a hundred years. As a tactical expert, Ironhide is completely Knowing the meaning contained in every action of his teammates, he could easily see that his teammates were absent-minded because of their misjudgments today, so he walked over and asked, "What's the matter, kid?"

"..." Jazz's rare address to Ironhide didn't raise questions or protests.

"Is it about the carbon-based woman?" Alcie, as a woman, has keen senses, and asked Jazz straight to the point. In Jazz's silence again, the other companions got the answer.

"Sir, you're in a bit of a deep hole." Arcie said again through the silence of all his companions, this time with a tone of warning.

"Come on, Alcie, Sir, he has his own measure. The leader said that we should get along with Carbon-based who is willing to be our friend."

"It's as if that Stark is willing to be our friend." Arcie showed a disapproving look. She didn't want to always disagree with everyone, but sometimes business affairs with this group of big, thick-hearted men are difficult. Otherwise, they need a person to think carefully about some things.

Not long after they arrived on this planet, they have seen their struggle everywhere. Whether the race here is trustworthy, whether they will trust them... This is all unknown.

The one who stopped them from continuing to quarrel was Sir, who was the party involved. He waved his hand to signal them to stop.

Half a month ago, after meeting Tasha and Optimus Prime, she didn't seem very happy. After returning, she was very silent, and she was evasive when Sir asked her if she wanted to talk to him. Tian left New York on business until yesterday when he left the building and hadn't returned.

Jazz felt that Tasha seemed to be avoiding him, which was very puzzling. As long as Tasha said that she didn't want to talk about it, he would not pursue it-he thought they were friends, but not the kind of very close friends. Know what it's like to be in moderation.

The Jazz knew very well in his heart, just like Alcie said, they don't know whether humans can be trusted, just like Tasha will not easily give trust to these aliens.

Then, just as he was thinking about these reasons, a communication request suddenly came from the inside line. This was an unfamiliar signal source, not a familiar signal between them.Jazz thought it was from his AI friend Jarvis at first.

When he connected, he realized that he was wrong.

"Hi Tasha?"

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Tasha didn't want to stay in that deserted place with yellow sand after finishing the order for the special forces, so she flew back to New York overnight - the benefits of private jets are reflected in this, it is your You can use it whenever you want.

She then took a detour to Brooklyn before driving back to the Stark Tower in downtown New York.

Everything about Tasha in this world began in a warehouse in Brooklyn. It was a rainy night in late autumn, and the rainy night was extremely cold. Many hooligans gathered together to make a fire to avoid dying in any corner of this cold night.

Tasha is still here and founded SI all thanks to a kind homeless woman who dragged her to a warehouse so she wouldn't freeze to death on the street the first night.

It's a pity that the woman didn't survive the third year and died in a gang fight.

Brooklyn is the most chaotic area in New York, full of gang disputes.Every year people die from being involved in these gun fights.Tasha was lucky to survive, she took advantage of the desperation to avoid risks in advance, made her first business in her second year here, and then re-entered MIT-of course she didn't need to re-read those books. Textbooks, but MIT is a great start to a resume, and the school has always been generous with scholarships and research funding for inspiring students—Tasha never imagined that one day she would need money so much.

Today's Brooklyn is no different from ten years ago. Sometimes Tasha can't help but wonder what it was like in the 40s. Every time she passes an old street, she wonders if Captain America, who was still a small man, survived here. Beaten.

But Brooklyn isn't without its redeeming qualities.Tasha turned one street and stopped in front of a coffee shop at the intersection.The store has a small sign, which is not conspicuous and looks a bit old.The price of this shabby-looking store is not high, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't fit Tasha's identity.

But she misses the taste here so much occasionally. When she had no money ten years ago, the undiluted, high-quality and cheap taste made her feel satisfied.

So now she still comes here from time to time to find the feeling of hard work back then.

It was early in the morning, it seemed that the time was still a bit early, the coffee shop was deserted, Tasha walked in, nodded to the black old man and ordered a cup of what she was most used to, and asked for twice as much coffee and half a cent of sugar as usual.Then just stood in front of the stage tapping his fingers while waiting while mentally checking the mail with Extremis.

After staying in the base in the desert for a while, a lot of things have accumulated to be dealt with.Some of them didn't seem very important. Tasha just glanced at them, packed them up and forwarded them to Carol, and then clicked on the urgent mail from Carol.

While she was thinking about a seemingly important order contract, someone patted her on the back, and she shuddered instinctively and turned around while taking a step back and bumped into behind the table.

— careless.

Tasha cursed secretly to herself, the perennial comfort made her begin to neglect some instinctive vigilance.

Then she saw the person behind her who she didn't expect her to have such a big reaction. It was an old man, wearing a rigid black suit, but hanging a pair of fashionable sunglasses in his chest pocket, with gray hair, The hairline recedes—it reminds her of some middle-aged S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who also wears a scrupulous suit and likes to carry a taser—and she sees him take a step back and raise his hand to signal that she doesn't mean any harm.

"Ms. Stark."

"?" Tasha noticed that the other party's tone was a declarative sentence. Of course, this does not mean anything. Her face has appeared in many places and many people know her, so she nodded and waited silently for the other party's next words.

"I'm an agent from District No.11, you can call me K."

"I really don't understand the current government departments. I don't even bother to name them and just number them?" Tasha spent less than a second before blurting out without thinking.

"...District [-] and us are brother departments..." The old man who claimed to be K nodded, and added before Tasha started to tease, "But they are not professional."

"It sounds like you guys are professionals."

"Is this..." K nodded to her, and then opened a chair at a nearby table to indicate that she could sit down and chat, and sat down first and explained, "Our department has to contact with aliens as early as possible." Some, and then they dug up a big guy in the Antarctic glacier, for which the official authorized the establishment of the seventh area professional research project, and at the same time officially authorized the secret department, so we didn't ask about it."

"However, there are some chain reactions now. It seems that they do not have the experience and ability to deal with them. If they are not handled properly, our work will be implicated, so we have to take some precautions."

As he said so, he took out a tablet from his pocket and pushed it in front of Tasha. Tasha picked it up suspiciously, looked at the only folder on the desktop, clicked it, and found a set of pictures inside.

Some of them looked blurry due to the violent shaking when they were taken, others were not light because of the dark sky, only one of them looked good, and that picture was a crater, a 20-meter diameter crater.Zooming in on the picture reveals a lump of metal lying in the middle of the pit.

It looks like a ball of metal. Apart from the pits and pits on the surface, there are also some strange designs under the high-temperature metal melted by the friction of the atmosphere. Tasha zooms in on the picture and carefully identifies a section that looks like a propeller. Then it dawned on me that this was no ordinary meteorite—this was an alien spaceship or an escape pod or something.

She looked up at him, waiting for an explanation.As if her reaction was expected by the other party, the other party just nodded calmly and tapped the picture, "We took this picture three days ago, and we found some familiar radiation in it, and then we studied it again. Some other information,

"Then we realized that Project Iceman wasn't just a high-tech accident that fell on the earth," K said, pointing to the giant robotic creature still covered in ice and snow in the last picture. Where did it come from, his kind has undoubtedly arrived here. Arrived on the earth." He paused for a moment, raised his head and glanced at Tasha with a calm expression, "We need to find them and understand them."

"You help us find them, Ms. Stark."

"..." Tasha understood from the other party's calm tone that the other party did have some information, at least the other party knew that she had contact with these big guys, but the other party did not reveal it, which means that the other party did not have any evidence to directly contact her. She had a showdown, so she still had room to bargain, so she asked "what are you going to do if you find it."

Tasha doesn't trust big guys who will disguise themselves as Earth vehicles, it's for Earth's sake.But if what the other party said was true, she didn't want to see those guys who left their hometowns sent to the test bed.She respects every intelligent being, whether he is a mutant, a super soldier, a mutant or an alien.

"Believe me, this is not the first group of extraterrestrial visitors we have encountered. We have a complete registration system to protect their rights and our safety."