Marvel turns into Iron Man

"Jihad... sounds like the name of a Middle Eastern terrorist organization."

"However, what does this so-called "from the Avengers" mean, which makes me a little confused."

Ezekiel looked at her with calm eyes, waiting for an explanation from Miss Stark.

"Jihad is indeed a religious term, but not all of its connotations are derogatory."

"The so-called jihad refers to the correctness and sanctity of war."

"And here, to represent that we are on the right side of this war."

She did not explain to him what this war was, what it came from, and what it was fought for.

"As for this Avenger...it's actually a plan report from Nick Fury."

"Mr. Director of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau, it's really interesting."

But Miss Stark didn't care about Ezekiel's interruption, but continued talking.

"The Jihad program grew out of the Avengers."

"And its most fundamental purpose is to gather a group of children who have the potential to become superheroes."

"From zero years old, the jihad program will develop those people into true heroes."

Miss Stark paused, but another indescribable expression appeared on her face.

"In fact, the name Jihad is really ugly. I prefer to call it the Young Avengers."

"And now, here's the problem—"

"Become the convener of the Young Avengers and fight for the future of our children."

"Are you willing to take on this heavy but glorious task, Dr. Stane?"

Facing the cannon-like words of the woman opposite, Ezekiel hesitated.

He stretched out his arms tremblingly, and Miss Stark could see the beads of sweat sliding down the boy's forehead.

It can be seen that the choice at this time has made this 15-year-old boy feel great pressure for the first time.

Ezekiel tried to get the document from Miss Stark's hand, but she opened her arm directly.

"If you choose it, you have to grit your teeth and go on."

"If you don't want to take on this mission, I'll find someone else to take your place.

"After this, I will provide you with food, clothing, clothing and food, and a life of luxury.

"And you, just be an ordinary person and never step into this dangerous circle here again, okay?"

Miss Stark persuaded for the last time in a light tone, and then gave him the right to choose.

It is obvious that downstairs is the busy commercial street in New York, but at this moment it seems to be dumb.

There was silence—there was only deathly silence between the two of them.

Ezekiel Stein encountered the most important problem in his short 15 years of life.

At this moment, Miss Stark, who was sitting opposite, saw the complex emotions flashing in the child's eyes.

He was thinking, he was struggling, he was making a decision, and then the look of hesitation was gone.

Ezekiel snatched the kraft paper bag from Miss Stark's hand and placed it in front of him.

And Miss Stark also saw in the eyes of this 15-year-old child, his strength.

"Heh...that's really interesting. Now, the child's fate will be completely changed."

Of course, such words must not be said by Miss Stark, but just thinking silently in her heart.

And Ezekiel opened the document bag, and pulled out a few thin pages from it.

The one on the top of the floating head said something related to the Young Avengers organization, but not many.

Presumably Miss Stark wrote it down bit by bit when she was free.

However, the next few pages attracted the young man's attention, so that he could not move away for a long time.

The format of those papers is the same, with the names of several people and their photos.

There are men and women, and the races are comprehensive, but the only thing they have in common is that they are all young.

The rest belonged to the life experiences of these people - he was a little puzzled, but soon relieved.

I'm afraid this is the choice given by Miss Stark, who is a group of members of the Young Avengers who have been assigned by default.

"You guessed right, these are the leadership team I prepared for you."

"Although they are the first batch of members of the Youth League, they are still just a group of children."

"The first thing you have to do is not to prepare the troublesome things like bases, but to find a way to recruit them."

Miss Stark smiled, and pointed her index finger on the first profile.

"This is your first assistant, Catherine, and the best one to deal with."

"I limit you to pull her to your side within a week. This is your first task."

Yes, the first assistant she pointed to Ezekiel was a girl not much older than him.

Her name was Catherine Elizabeth Bishop, and she was the daughter of a publisher.

And this so-called one-week time limit is the time left for Ezekiel.

Miss Stark had seen the girl's future through the ages.

A week later, she would walk alone in New York's Central Park in the wee hours of the morning because of her mother's death.

Then she ran into the bad guys—

Under the double blow of mother's death and being violated, girls will grow up rapidly.

But the superhero born in such an ending is not in line with Miss Stark's policy, and she can't see it.

And because of this, Ezekiel was sent out to touch that girl and change her life.

"I don't know why, but I'll try my best."

After knowing his mission goal, Ezekiel did not continue to read arrogantly.

Because he knows that even if he has browsed other people's information, it will not help him.

And such a wise behavior made Miss Stark couldn't help showing an appreciative smile.

"It's not enough to rely on hard work, you have to use your brain."

"There is an old saying in the ancient East, [Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles]"

"If I were you, I would investigate the girl's identity, background and character traits right now."

"Then, with a very ingenious opportunity, an attractive identity appeared beside her."

Looking at the wrong expression on his cute little brother.

Miss Stark couldn't help but teach him a lesson in her pick-up skills.

"When countless coincidences pile up, coincidence becomes inevitable."

Ezekiel couldn't help being taken aback by her words, and then showed a pensive expression.

"Many accidents will reflect the inevitable...?"

Ezekiel didn't know how he got back to the Stark Industrial Building, but he still only held the brown paper bag in his hand.

He didn't know where Miss Stark was going, but he knew what he was going to do now.

PS:

Youth Avengers is online, and the second generation of Hawkeye is online

And the next story is probably still a layout

After all, these ten years are all for the next shocking battle 23333