[Comprehensive] When Iron Man turns on codeword mode

In the next few days, the Guardians of the Galaxy posted wave after wave of super presence in Parchment Publishing House.

For example, Gamora who teaches self-defense to female employees of a publishing house.

For example, Mantis asked the staff one by one if they needed free psychological counseling.

For example, Xingjue, who dances awkwardly when he disagrees, and wants everyone to dance with him.

For example, Baby Groot, who is cute but has trouble communicating, and Drax who tells bad jokes all the time, and praises God of Thor crazily without telling bad jokes...

Wherever this group of (mentally ill) people go, there are chicken feathers all over the place. After several days of continuous tossing, Tony thought his strong little heart was on the verge of infarction several times. He wished he could throw them out of the earth with his bare hands, never come back again.

In this difficult environment, Tony withstood the pressure and completed the first draft of "Tony of the Green Mountain Gods", and successfully passed the first round of review.

Tony was very happy, and then Peter told him something even happier: "Star-Lord and his party's vacation is over, and they will leave on the weekend."

The corners of Tony's mouth rose uncontrollably. Amid barbell-like laughter, a line of big characters floated in front of his eyes: "Everyone in the Avengers rejoiced, and they kicked out the Guardians of the Galaxy! Goodbye, friend, goodbye, friend, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, friend." Bar!"

Peter: "..."

"No, no, no, it's too unloving for my colleagues to say that, isn't it good?" Tony reprimanded himself a little, and then, his eyes suddenly radiated a soft light of kindness, "Underwear baby, it's up to you to find me back Already!"

Peter looked confused, and pointed at himself cutely: "Me? Mr. Stark, did you make a mistake..."

"That's right, it's you!" Tony patted him on the shoulder, "I'll record the process and send it to Star-Lord, so that they know what it means to be friendly and kind to meet buddies and future mothers."

The future... mother of the child...

Peter suddenly felt stressed.

Peter himself didn't even have a first love. In his short 16 years of life, apart from his friends, he held hands with his grandmother who wanted to cross the road.

And now, Mr. Stark actually asked him to help him pursue his (unilaterally declared) future mother of the child. Is this class jump a bit too big?The ancients said that it is not good to pluck the seedlings to encourage them to grow!

After Natasha heard about it, she comforted Peter: "You look so cute, even if you sit upright, you are cute. Just how you get along with your teacher at school, you get along with Rosalie, just relax."

Peter: "...I'd better sit upright all the time, Rosalie probably doesn't like me in school. You know, in order to save the earth, I often skip classes or something."

Natasha raised her eyebrows: "But you are cute. Everything a cute person deserves to be forgiven."

Tony listened for a while, and the more he heard, the more something was wrong, so he stepped forward to stop him: "Don't do this, you will teach the children badly, and make them think that beauty is justice..."

In order to write a series of popular science books whose target readers are teenagers, he also watched educational channels a few times, and listened to those child psychologists talking for hours in the middle of the night.

Natasha didn't even blink: "Tony, you are so cute, you are beautiful and you are right in everything you say!"

Tony was kind and generous: "I take back what I just said."

Peter: "..."

Tony picked a free day in the publishing house and led Peter there himself.Natasha predicted once again that within a few seconds after Peter arrived at the publishing house, he captured the hearts of a group of editors and sisters with his handsome appearance, polite conversation, and cute personality.

And he is very helpful.An editor's sister tripped over, he rushed over to help her up, and sent a sweet smile: "Are you all right?"

An editor's sister's desk was wet with tea. He helped to wipe the table, and thoughtfully took off his coat to cover the editor's wet and slightly see-through shirt.

Editors: "Aoooooooooo cute!"

At the same time, Peter also captured the hearts of the people who eat melons.

"The geese of the Muggle major shareholders are so big!"

"Isn't Rosalie going to be someone's stepmother? It's so miserable!"

"Goose and Dad don't look alike, why didn't you inherit Dad's pure and sweet big eyes and long eyelashes?"

"Where is the accent of the landlord? Can't you just talk about your son?"

"What's the difference between Goose and Dad? Goose is more polite, unlike his dad, who is so cool and blows up the sky."

"The goose of the Muggle major shareholder is so cute! The old aunt's heart is about to melt!"

"You geese come and go, I thought the Muggle owners were raising geese!"

……

Rosalie had a very good impression of Peter because he had heard Tony praise Peter earlier in the morning, so she ordered a batch of spider-shaped candies from Duke Bee in advance as a belated birthday present.

Peter shyly accepted the gift, and the brightly colored and cute little spider candy crawled around on his arm, spinning silk from time to time, which made him feel that the candy matched his nickname quite well.

Tony yelled like heckling: "Why didn't you order candy for me!"

Peter's face was flushed, and he scratched his hair in bewilderment: "Mr. Stark..."

"Don't pay attention to him, he finally passed the draft, and he is worrying that he has no place to do things." Rosalie was annoyed, and suddenly remembered something, and her face froze.

Tony kept an eye on her situation and immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

Rosalie had a complicated expression, hesitated for a while, and said, "The next day...the day after tomorrow...are you free?"

Tony: "Yes! I'm available anytime, and I'm always at your service!"

"Come to my house for dinner the day after tomorrow. The Minister of the British Ministry of Magic wants to see you."

Tony: "???"

Peter who was busy playing with Little Spider Candy: "???"

In fact, the original meaning of this sentence is: Come to my house for dinner, my godmother wants to see you, and inspect you by the way.

But Rosalie was ashamed to say so.Victorova scolded her for not being able to let go, she gave up and lay down on the sofa: "That's right, my old lady is passive, what do you want?"

Victorova: "..."

Therefore, due to well-known reasons, this invitation, which was originally a no problem, was over-understood by Tony and everyone in the Avengers.

"I haven't committed any crime recently, have I?" Tony walked around the conference room frantically, "Why does the Minister of Magic want to see me? Could someone report me for sexual|harassment|harassment|Rosalie?"

Natasha hit the nail on the head: "Impossible, if you are reported, the meeting place will not be at Rosalie's home, but at the court of the Ministry of Magic."

Barton: "Thinking about it, they might secretly murder you at Rosalie's house, and then dismember you..."

Sam: "Don't be afraid, they have the Minister of Magic, we have Doctor Strange, isn't it just a competition of magic? Who is afraid of whom!"

"I don't think the doctor wants to take care of this. At the same time, I don't think the other party wants to murder | Tony, nor does he want to tear him apart." Dr. Banner maintained his rationality, "The earth is peaceful recently, you are very idle , How many episodes of "Bones" have you watched?"

As soon as the words came out, Barton whistled and looked up at the sky, Sam touched his freshly shaved bald head intoxicated, Wanda and Pietro bowed their heads to play games, and Qiqi ignored the doctor's question.

"Does...the Ministry of Magic want you to go and get married?" Scott rubbed his chin, "I have seen a movie before, in ancient times, two countries want to get married, and the prince's country proposes to see if the princess is beautiful first. beautiful……"

This brain hole is bigger than Thanos' ideal.

Tony rolled his eyes: "Why am I a princess?"

Scott thought for a while: "Maybe it's because...you are shorter than Rosalie?"

Seeing Tony's unfriendly expression, he quickly added: "But you are beautiful! You are really beautiful! And your IQ is superb! Martial arts are world-class!"

Tony's expression softened a little.

Others winked, Steve cleared his throat, and slapped his thigh: "Why? We also want to see whether the prince is handsome or not!"

Bucky whispered: "I've seen it, the prince is really handsome with blond hair and blue eyes."

"Then see you again!" Steve said, "As centenarians, we must be responsible for the lifelong events of Howard's cub!"

Barton rummaged through the snack basket on the coffee table, found a carrot, held it in the shape of a microphone, and handed it to Tony: "The prince is so handsome, do you want to marry?"

Tony looked shy, covered his mouth with his hands artificially, and then let out a mighty roar: "I want to!"

"Calm down!" Barton couldn't stand it and hid back, covering Tony's right ear with one hand, "Your eardrum is going to burst..."

Tony wanted to shake his head gracefully, but he couldn't control the strength well. He swung violently, his head buzzed with dizziness, and gold stars flickered in front of his eyes immediately.

Peter hurriedly helped him sit down: "Don't get excited, you and the prince haven't established a relationship yet, the most important thing is to take care of your health."

Everyone in the Avengers: "Hahahahaha!"

Tony: "..." The little boy has really grown up, the eight jios have become flexible, and they will go to the sky in minutes...

So why on earth would the Minister of Magic want to see him?Putting aside the unreliable conjecture of marriage, financial support?technology sharing?Private thanks?

Or a unique tradition of the wizarding world?

Tony was lost in thought.

Jarvis: Ask me!ask me!I can answer this question!ask me! ! !

The author has something to say: I have watched Avengers 3 several times, and my heart still hurts...

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