The Stark Paradox

Natasha recalled the bland Pontiac in the corner again because of a charity dinner.

That night, she had just submitted a design drawing after a 32-hour continuous work and slept on the bed all day. At six o'clock in the evening, she was finally woken up by her faithful housekeeper.

"Carol?" The first thing Natasha got up from the bed was to wipe her drool and go into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee.She felt her brain start to work as she took the first sip, and she waved her hand to signal Jarvis to take the call that interrupted her rest.

Carol is her administrative assistant, a very capable woman like Pepper, except that she has long black hair unlike Pepper.

"Tell me you haven't forgotten the charity dinner tonight." Under the guidance of the smart butler, the assistant's voice echoed in the kitchen, with an undeniable crispness.

"...J?" Normally, Natasha never bothered to remember these completely useless things, her mind was filled with all kinds of fresh ideas.

"You do have a charity dinner about medical malpractice added to the to-do list at eight o'clock tonight." The butler replied faithfully.

"Oh..." Natasha made a long voice, thinking about what reason she should use to prevaricate her forgetting or simply reject the attendance.

"This is the only event you need to attend this week, so don't try to dismiss it." But Carol on the other end of the phone seemed to have guessed her usual character, and stopped her before she opened her mouth. All retreat.

"..." Natasha closed her mouth.

Then she heard a sigh on the other end of the phone, and changed into a persuasive tone, "Tasha, you have been nesting in the laboratory of your building for a whole week, although you handed in the blueprint of that plane on time..."

"Vertical take-off and landing C32 fighter." Natasha corrected the opponent's mistake without hesitation.

"I don't understand your terminology. I just want to say that you haven't been out of the house for a week. If you don't show up again, the media will speculate whether the board of directors got rid of you, and if you don't show up for a long time, your position as the queen of topics will be lost. I'm going to give it away."

"I'm not a Hollywood star?" She shrugged and laughed after listening to Carol's words.

"Come on, the whole world knows that Natasha Stark is the queen of journalism. Please, feed those reporters."

"Well, well, the world needs Natasha Stark, huh?" Natasha raised her hand in a gesture of surrender and then remembered it wasn't a videophone and dropped it.

"I promise to be there on time tonight. The clothes have been delivered to the living room. Keep a low profile. The charity event is not your personal show. Be good to my sister. I will consider not smashing you to death with documents tomorrow~" Obviously, I heard Tasha's words Compromising, Carol smiled and made a little joke in a good mood.

"Carol, you are more ruthless than Pep."

"To be honest, if I have this opportunity, I really want to have a good chat with you, your fantasy friend who often talks about it." Obviously, this is not the first time Carol has heard this name, so she is not very surprised "So, I'm going to get busy first."

"You must have a common language..." Tasha muttered after Carol hung up the phone, then shrugged and drank the last sip of coffee and walked to the living room.

Sure enough, as Carroll said, there was a suit, even matching underwear and tie, on the sofa in the living room.Tasha rolled her eyes at this low-key dark blue suit, but she didn't dare to disobey her assistant's instructions. She had been taught that the assistant's resolute character was stronger than Pepper's for five years.

But fortunately, she can always meet such people who help her in her life, so that she can let go of her work and keep her life from being a mess.

Listen to Carol obediently.Tasha exhaled, then straightened her clothes in the mirror, looked at the gray tie on the coffee table, raised her eyebrows and finally ignored it, and pulled out a red plaid tie, feeling a little satisfied a little bit.Then she walked into the elevator and went straight to the underground garage.

Her laboratory is connected to the garage, and when she walks down, there is a large platform lined with various sports cars. Tasha glanced around and saw a bright red Ferrari, and then she walked over, "Jarvis, you What do you think of this car?"

"...madam, I believe this is a far cry from the understated that Ms Carroll is referring to..."

"Oh..." Tasha curled her lips and made a regretful expression, then turned her head and saw a silver-white streamlined Pontiac.

In all fairness, the shape of this car still won her heart, but the color is indeed a little too plain—maybe this is what Carol meant?

Tasha turned her head and made a decision.

Charity dinners are very boring. In fact, this kind of charity event has always been just a formality. People need the CEO of Stark Enterprises to show up and donate a large sum of money. That's all. After taking photos, he slipped away early.

There's plenty to be excited about at night in New York, if you're looking for the right ones.Tasha found a drag racing competition with ease - New York's well-connected traffic roads provide a good venue for such competitions.Tasha found such a circle in the first three years of coming here, looking for a little excitement from time to time.

The heart used to being a superhero always yearns for something extraordinary, but the world is still peaceful and there are no such miscellaneous things, so although she has prepared a complete armor system and extremis virus, so far she has only Use it to go out and fly - she still doesn't quite understand why she still becomes interested in drag racing from time to time after she has a set of flying armor that can exceed the speed of sound.

——Thought a little too much.

Tasha came back to her senses and looked at the starting line in front of her. The opponent beside her was already in position, and the hum of the engine idling was heavy and powerful, like the sound of a beating heart.She pulled the handbrake and hit the gas in the split second of the start.

Drag racing is like flying, which will make her forget the complicated thoughts in her mind for a short time.

Pontiac is a classic sports car. Tasha knew that this car had excellent performance when she heard the shifting sound when she pushed the gear for the first time. Although it may not be as perfect as her modified one, winning the race should There is no problem.

——Tasha has been driving fast since she was 12 years old, and she is not afraid of excessive adrenaline secretion during speed racing and heart attack recurrence.

After she turned a corner in a smooth drift without thinking about deceleration at all, and then looked down at the dashboard, her speed had already soared to [-], which is almost not allowed in the city.But not the best.

Tasha glanced at the maximum limit on the dial and stepped on the accelerator to increase the speed to a higher gear.

Then, even she couldn't help feeling that the performance of this car was simply—perfect.

"J, you should really take a good look at how perfect this car is!" Tasha greeted her housekeeper as soon as she drove the car into the underground garage.

"Madam, I believe you had a great time playing tonight, but I have to remind you that there is a reason why this car has been recalled across the board."

"I have fully tested its performance today. I think the problem vehicle does not include it." Tasha waved her hand and said indifferently, and knocked on the front cover of the car, loosened her tie and took off her coat "Jia Weiss, turn on the lights in the lab, and the magnetic suspension shifting of this car inspired me." A while ago, she was designing an engine, but she fell into a bottleneck, and now she has a new idea.

Tasha filled in a few strokes on the design drawings and asked Jarvis to conduct a simulation analysis, while she sat down and poured herself a glass of whiskey.She was playing with the cup in her hand, but her brain secretly followed the wireless signal to go online—the Extremis virus programmed her brain into a supercomputer, which allowed her to get rid of traditional electronic tools and directly issue orders in the network, and still retained Traditional communication tools are just a habit and a secret that I don't want to be discovered.

Then she found a strange signal source among the complicated signals scattered around her building.Out of curiosity and safety concerns, she sneaked into this communication network——

[The teams report on the situation. 】

[Everything is normal here, boss. 】

【Everything is fine, leader】

[I'm studying the physiological structure of carbon base, it's amazing...]

【Oh, Boss, you should really see it, I have a girl who drives like crazy, which is rare in our country! 】

【Jazz...】

[Okay, okay, I mean, everything's fine, boss. 】

——What is this and what?

For a moment, Tasha felt very strange. She thought that she had broken into some mysterious chat room of the cosplay circle, and was about to exit quietly, when her butler's voice rang in her ear, "Madam, someone is asking for help at the gate of the building." visit."

"Now?" Tasha frowned. Extremis shows that the current time is one o'clock in the morning. Even Carol would hardly make such a late visit—and Carol has the authority to enter the building without knocking on the door. license.

Thinking about it, Tasha waved her hand impatiently, "Just say I'm asleep, and I don't have an appointment to ask him back."

"I'm afraid they call themselves government workers, madam."