The Stark Paradox

"Hi, Tasha." When I entered the door from the underground parking garage, I saw Tasha sitting on the other side of the laboratory, looking around at the virtual screen as if wrapped in a blue ocean. The glass walls of the laboratory did not fall. down, so Jazz drove right into the lab and transformed.

He was a little surprised that Tasha took the initiative to call him to ask where he was, which also made him completely dispel the speculation that Tasha was avoiding him.

"Is everything going well, Tasha?"

"Yeah, it's all good, there's nothing I can't do, isn't it? I'm Natasha, nothing can't stop me Stark."

"Hey, Tasha..." Looking at Tasha who didn't look back, Jazz was a little worried. He tapped Tasha's shoulder with a finger deep inside, and tried to control his strength so as not to hurt the weak carbon base, and Turned the other party's swivel chair and let her face herself, "We probably don't know each other well enough that I can ask you questions casually, but... I don't think it's right. You haven't been right since you met the boss. I don't think so." I don't understand this matter, the boss is always very talkative and persuasive, that's why we listen to him so much... But if you are in trouble because of our affairs..."

"..." What forced Jazz to shut up was Tasha's eyes looking back at him. He carefully looked at Tasha, who looked tired, with red eye circles, and a quarter of the alcohol bottle left on the table. Not sure how much wine was originally in here "Maybe you want to take a break and we can talk."

"...Sir, I have a question to ask you...but I don't know if it's appropriate to ask..." Tasha rubbed the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes for a while, then opened her eyes again to face the blue optical lens , the blue eyes of the other party may be just a blue LED light to her, but the light blue halo around the edge makes people feel that it is a living body, which makes her pause, and when the other party asks While waiting, she organized her language and said in as concise and understandable a way as possible——

"Have you ever thought about cooperating with humans? I mean Optimus Prime said that we are not enemies, if the government is willing to live in peace and cooperate with you... But the condition is that you need to register with your real name and be under the supervision of the government ?”

The last time she tried to talk to her friend about signing up, all she got was a strong EMP and the start of a war.

So when she heard that the organization calling itself MIB filed a registration with her again, her first reaction was resistance.But it only took a few seconds for her to realize that it was nothing more than a thing with the same name.

The registration of aliens coming to the earth is a procedure like the entry and exit visa of human beings. It is different from the Superhero Registration Act. The essence of the Superhero Registration Act is that superheroes are used by the government and their identities are exposed to the public at any time Risks to family members from enemies.

Steve... Captain America's objection to this bill is also based on this reason.

As a futurist, Tasha certainly assessed the risks here...

"Hey Tasha?" Jazz said again, waking her out of her own thoughts.

"Sorry, what did you just say?"

"I think it sounds reasonable? I mean, real name registration or something... Seems like a way to gain trust, doesn't it?"

"..."

"Did I...did I say something wrong?" Jazz was a little disturbed by Tasha's silence.

"Oh, thank goodness." The other party let out a long breath after 3 minutes had passed. "I thought my drawing would take a while to try and explain this to you guys...I mean..."

"So, your government... that's what they say?"

"What? No, no, I haven't told anyone about your affairs." Tasha waved her hand first, then calmed down, exhaled, and nodded in a frustrated tone, "Yes, they said they wanted to chat ...I mean, if you want to."

"Then, I can contact the boss and ask what he means...I believe he should be interested."

"Will he... be angry? Rampage, smash things, or attack the White House?"

"What? No, no, no, we're not Decepticons... Boss has a good temper, he never fights, if you see how rowdy some of us are, you'll know how patient Boss really is. "

"Sounds like what I thought." Apparently Tasha's words made Jazz a little confused. Tasha looked at the opponent's blue optical lens, sighed again, and waved the surrounding virtual screens. Put it all away so she and Jazz can see each other more clearly

"The last time I was talking to a friend about signing up, he punched me and spearheaded a war between us, a friend who I've known for [-] years and thought I knew him well enough to convince him." Tasha wiped her face and raised her head to look at Jazz calmly. She said this in a very calm tone, as if she was talking about today's weather.

Sir did not speak, but sat on the ground and waited for her to continue.

"That bill is called the Superhero Registration Act... superhero... you know it's like in the comics, Superman, Batman, Green Lantern..." After the other party nodded to show that she understood, she continued, "I think the registration is Necessary. This can ensure that those inexperienced juvenile espers become real heroes instead of endangering public safety. But open registration also has its disadvantages. Once people know who you are behind the mask, your enemies will find your family Not you. That's why my buddy is against registration...but the public won't forever place trust in the hands of a guy you don't know who, so I can see the need to register, and I've never done it until now I don’t think I’m on the wrong team.”

In fact, she originally had a complete set of plans to deal with the bill. When the bill was proposed by Congress, she tried her best to delay the bill, but a tragedy brought about by a young superpower made her realize that, Without legal constraints to regulate the behavior of superheroes, she instead agreed to this bill and tried her best to take it into her own hands.

——Can you imagine a guy who is full of fat and doesn't understand the rules at all, pointing fingers at Captain America?

Tasha can't stand this, so she has to keep the ignorant megalomaniac from messing it up.

"But I messed this up myself." Tasha swayed her chair slightly from side to side and knocked on the glass tabletop, curling her lips, and smiled at Jazz pretending to be relaxed.

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But things seemed to be much better than what Tasha was worried about. Jazz quickly got in touch with Optimus Prime and reached a consensus. Obviously, they needed more help than hostility in this new environment, so Optimus Prime expressed his willingness to work with Optimus Prime. Let's chat with agent K of this MIB.

It seems that the initial meeting went well, or what K said is true, this MIB has a lot of experience in contact with aliens.

Tasha used Desperate to answer the intercom call while letting Jazz take her to the scene of a banquet that she needs to attend tonight.

It was a... well, Tasha didn't know the nature of this banquet very well, most of the time these were arranged by Carol, and she would choose some to attend according to her mood... most of them she didn't need to bother to remember Content, just show your face and sign a check is enough.

Like today.

Thinking so, Tasha got out of Jazz's car, stepped on the red carpet, and then saw security guards politely stopping a lady at the gorgeous gate of the hotel to prevent her from entering.

This kind of banquet, Tasha never bothered to study the invitation letter or the list, she just needs to scan her face to get through... But obviously, not everyone is treated like her.

As she was thinking this way, she glanced at the lady in the backless dress when she was passing by. When she saw the other person's face clearly, she paused in her footsteps, then turned her head and walked in front of the security guard. Talking about hugging the other party's waist, she made an intimate gesture, "Honey, sorry for being late." Then she turned her head and showed eight teeth to the security guard and made a standard smile, "Can we go in?"

It was rare for a security guard to stop her without opening his eyes, so the other party did not hesitate to get out of the way and stop blocking her.

"Honey, long time no see." Tasha smiled at her when she walked in, pressed against the other's face as she walked through the spotlight and then posed for the camera with a smile that blocked most of the other's face.

"...Natalie..." The dark curly-haired beauty bit her lip, as if she had finally recovered from the shock just now, and gave her a complicated look, "I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect what? I didn't expect my sexual orientation to be bi? I thought the tabloids had already characterized me?" Tasha said in a completely indifferent tone.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Hey, this is New York, and anything is possible, Letty." Tasha's smile narrowed a little. "So, would you mind telling me how you got here? Since I just rescued the beauty?"

"...I'm on a new team and there's a guy here who owes our boss a shipment."

"So you want to use a beauty trick?" Tasha gestured "You know I'm a well-behaved businessman and I don't want to be involved in these things, so please do it yourself. Speaking of which, what about Treto? You broke up with him gone?"

Tasha knows what kind of criminal record her former friend has, but she has her own life and doesn't need others to worry about it.Since the other party has never approached her, it means that the other party is doing well.What's more, Tasha has never had a good impression of those unscrupulous businessmen who like to do dark and black market transactions, so she just turns a blind eye when she encounters them.

——A superhero should have noble moral values, and should stop such things with righteous words?Come on, you're talking about Captain America.

The only thing she cares about is why her friend is not with her boyfriend.

Dominic Tretto is the boyfriend of the beauty Letty, a black tough guy, the elite of the speeding party. Tasha met them when she gambled on the streets of New York under the name of Natalie in her early years, and because of Racing makes friends.Years have passed, but Tasha hasn't contacted them much.

Mentioning this name, Letty's body froze obviously, and then her lips were pursed into a slit.

"..." Tasha has seen this expression many times. This expression has appeared on Jane's face countless times. When Pim's spirit collapsed, it contained helpless but unwilling to give up love. This expression had also appeared on Jane's face. Wanda's face, when she lost her baby.Tasha patted the other party's shoulder in understanding, then walked away from her to get a glass of wine after entering the venue, and then turned to face a couple walking towards her.

"Hi, Natasha."

"Hi, Daniel." Tasha smiled at the middle-aged man who came over. This man is a knighted scientist. They met at the Swiss Science Summit and had several exchanges on technology—compared to Those scheming politicians and businessmen, Tasha is more willing to deal with science partners, because they don't have any tricks other than science, so she smiled and looked at the wine-red haired woman beside him.

"This is my wife, Anna." Baron Cobray introduced.

"Oh, hello, Baroness." Seeing the woman in front of her make an exaggerated gesture, she saluted.

"Call me Anna." The other party gave her a sweet smile, but this smile inexplicably made Tasha feel the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

This smile made Tasha inexplicably think of another Natasha with wine red hair.