Marvel turns into Iron Man

"I've already told Kate about our affairs."

"Really, what happened to the result? Did she say anything?"

Miss Stark had a gossip look on her face, waiting for Ezekiel's next words.

"She gave me a slap in the face, saying that this is the price I cheated on her."

"After that, she hugged me again and put a kiss on my face."

"She said that this kiss is my reward for saving her, but it doesn't mean she will let it go."

The young man gently rubbed his slightly bruised eye sockets, and said in embarrassment.

"Wow, just looking at the information, it's really hard to imagine that she was originally a very docile little girl."

"I thought you had already taught that girl to be obedient, so I would marry you~"

Miss Stark had already noticed the bruises on her brother's face when she met Ezekiel.

It wasn't that she didn't want to ask, but she didn't ask because she cared about the boy's face.

But since the brother took the initiative to explain, she naturally put on a slightly mocking smile on her face.

"This kind of joke isn't funny—"

"After that, I asked her if she would like to take revenge with her own hands, and she agreed."

The boy sighed, ignored the joke made by his wicked elder sister, and continued talking.

"You're doing a good job of confusing concepts. It's quite the style of my youth."

Miss Stark reached out and patted Ezekiel's shoulder lightly, with the meaning of "I like you" in her tone.

"Go to your sister Helen and ask for an Extremis virus for your little girlfriend, she doesn't have the ability to protect herself yet."

With that said, Miss Stark reached out and tapped twice on the virtual screen, sending a message to Dr. Helen.

"Then what should we do about this so-called breeding association?"

Ezekiel nodded, indicating that he understood, and then asked another question that he was more concerned about.

"Well... I'll leave it to you, and I will arrange the rest."

"How about treating it as your Young Avengers' first public appearance?"

Miss Stark explained to Ezekiel what she had just thought.

"...I thought you'd let me do it myself, but you seem more inclined to let me work as a team?"

The boy frowned and pondered for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the woman beside him, with a deep meaning in his eyes.

"In fact I certainly considered letting you do it by yourself."

"But after careful consideration, I think this incident is an excellent opportunity."

Miss Stark paused, with a smile on her face.

"So, is this a trial? I'll take it."

The boy's hesitant look disappeared, replaced by indifference.

And in his eyes, the self-confidence and arrogance that only a teenager would have was naturally noticed by this older sister.

"You look excited, which is nice, but don't be paralyzed by excitement."

"Oh, God, why am I talking more and more like my dad."

My own age is far from the time to impart life experience to others.

But why every time I face these little radish bosses, I can't help instilling my own life values ​​into them.

Probably because I don't want to see these children take some paths that I don't want to see.

In the end, Miss Stark attributed this inexplicable thought to her own psychological effects.

"The uncles and aunts of S.H.I.E.L.D. will cooperate with you in carrying out the mission, and you can also seek some help from the New York city government at any time."

"Okay, that's all for the family meeting, I won't say anything more, lest you always think I'm interfering too much in your choice—"

As if she felt her mobile phone vibrating, Miss Stark took the initiative to end the conversation between the siblings.

Naturally, Ezekiel left her office very simply to make some preparations for her actions.

And Miss Stark reached out from her clothes and took out the new mobile phone just sent by the logistics department.

The contact shown on the screen was an old friend, an old friend who could be called a pretty old friend.

Because of this, although Miss Stark was a little puzzled, she still connected the phone.

"Phil, what happened, why do you have time to call me?"

The good old Phil has always been the type who doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and rarely takes the initiative to trouble others.

It is also for this reason that whenever he calls, it means that he has encountered a difficult matter.

"Skye was shot and is dying, we need help."

On the other end of the phone, Coulson only said a few short words, which instantly made Miss Stark's face collapse.

"You promised me that you would protect her, and this is what you promised me?!"

Although she was mentally prepared, she still felt angry for no reason when she heard the other party tell the truth.

"...It's my fault, but please save her, we're at the end of the rope."

Coulson's emotions also seemed to be a little broken, and Miss Stark could hear remorse in his tone.

It seemed that since Daisy was shot, he was indeed in great pain.

At least this has more or less saved some impression points, so that Miss Stark will not completely hate him.

"I'll arrange surgery right away and send her to New York, you know where, as soon as possible."

"Kolson, you owe me a favor this time, and this matter will definitely not end like this."

Miss Stark paused, and said with a stern expression.

"We performed an emergency operation on her in Zurich, Switzerland, and her condition can only be considered stable, but it is still very dangerous."

"The passenger plane will return to New York in about five hours at full cruise speed, and we will return as soon as possible."

The communication was hung up. Although there was not much communication, both of them knew the priority of the matter.

The team led by Coulson immediately transferred Daisy to the passenger plane and headed across the Atlantic for the United States.

And Miss Stark also notified Jarvis to prepare for Daisy's surgery immediately—

She also didn't want to see the girl die, so she was naturally very concerned about the surgical task entrusted to her.

Daisy's bloodline is special, and she cannot rely on the Extremis virus to directly repair the damage.

The existence of Extremis Virus will devour the Inhuman genetic factors in the opponent's body, so it can only be treated in other ways.

Dr. Helen's regenerative cradle can help her repair her body.

However, in order to make up for her low vitality, I'm afraid I still need to use the remaining GH-325.

PS:

In the end, it was decided to proceed bilaterally