[Zhongyingmei] The number one black powder

Even rushing into the air did not stop this little lunatic from saying those misleading words, which made Tony feel very powerless "Why do you always make things so..."

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly." In the air, Veronica twisted and tried to climb off his shoulders, because this position of carrying her head down like a flour sack made her very uncomfortable, Her liquid metal formed a shield over her head allowing her to speak in the high winds.

"Can you stop for a while!" Tony was afraid that she would lose her grip and fall, so he had to cooperate with her to adjust her posture, wrapping one arm around her ankle, and holding her horizontally with the other hand supporting her back.

Veronica found a comfortable position to nest, and then looked down, the building without the glass ceiling was right under their feet, and the people inside shrank into a small dot: "Do you still want to go back? I think that reporter still I have a question to ask."

No, of course Tony didn't want to go down, and the thought of the unanswerable questions he would have to face when he went down gave him a headache.

——Fuck him, let Pep have a headache, Stark Enterprises doesn't pay the legal department so much salary every year for nothing.

So, he increased the power of the jet of the soles of his boots, adjusted his posture and flew away from this place of right and wrong.

The venue of the auction is right by the sea. In order to avoid more cameras and photos, they flew straight to the sea.

Veronica turned her head in this steel embrace, she wanted to look down to the sea.Here is close to the open sea, the sea water surges unhurriedly, the crests and troughs change slowly, the sea surface presents a light blue color, you can see the bottom in the sun but the depth is visible to the naked eye, so she said: "It reminds me of Iraq. Carlos' story."

"What?" Tony asked casually.

"Humans yearn for birds, for flying, for the feeling of having their feet separated from the ground, so they make wings out of feathers and wax, and head toward the place where the sea meets the sky, toward the sun, isn't it very similar to now?"

"I'd rather you didn't think so," Tony answered her. "You know the whole point of the story is that he flew too high and the sun melted the wax so he fell into the ocean and died?"

"Is this the end of this story?!" Veronica's voice was full of surprise, so Tony looked down at her, and he saw a shocked face.

"Haven't you heard the whole thing?"

"No, I just talked about this when I was listening to other researchers." Veronica shook her head. "I thought it was a scientific story, and people achieved their goals through their own efforts."

"I guess it has this meaning, but it also educates people that freedom has a price." Tony answered her, and at the same time changed the flight trajectory. Flying at a high altitude, Veronica put her feet into the water, felt the impact of the cool sea water, and drew a trace on the sea surface, so she let out a proud laugh.

"I can drop you here." Flying puts Tony in a good mood, as if he has enough speed in the open sky to keep those annoyances behind him, so he jokes.

"If you throw me down, I'll drag you down too." Veronica stopped laughing, she hugged Tony's neck tightly, and the liquid metal attached to the skirt surged up and wrapped around his arm armor in warning.

Tony looked at Veronica. The original decorative headband on her head had been blown away in the strong wind. Although there was a liquid metal protective cover, the wind still messed up her hair. She squinted and stared at His mask, a little more nervous than the pure joy just now, seemed genuinely worried that he would leave her behind.

For some reason, Tony looked at the girl and thought about their fight before, feeling emotional, so he said, "Sometimes I do feel like I am Icarus."

Veronica's expression became confused, so he simply continued to say, "Sometimes, at a certain moment in the flight, I would think that my power suddenly failed, and then I started to fall, and before I had time to calculate the time of falling, I would fall. It just fell, maybe it hit the sea." He looked up again to the distant sea level "I watched the sky being submerged, watching the sun go away, knowing that there would be no chance to float up, my armor took me sinks faster than anything. it would be a sober and slow fall and it would end up as a coffin, or deep enough that the airtightness of the armor was breached by the water pressure and it would be completely submerged in sea water before i could feel suffocated Submerged. Then years later, the armor was brought up like a sunken ship, and people were left to speculate about its story."

Intellectually, he knew that it would not be his story. His teammates had responded to his countless falls. Even if he died unfortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D.But there are some times, people can't help thinking about some things, he has never said this to anyone, he knows what people will comment, his teammates have their own troubles, no need to add extra Burden, and he can't tell random strangers that the next day there will be rumors that he has depression and is no longer fit to be a superhero and run a business.

But at this moment, he felt that it didn't matter. In this world of only two people who knew everything, it was safe to tell her.

Veronica's face turned inwards, her palms covering the glowing surface of the power source on Iron Man's chest, said innocently to him: "Don't worry, if you fall now, I will pick you up .”

They landed on a beach.Tony found out that Veronica was injured. There was a cut wound on her ankle, which was white from the sea foam.It reminded him that the shoes were made by Veronica's arm, and when she fought, she stepped on the piece of broken glass with her bare feet.

"I should take you to the hospital," Tony suggested.

"Not going to the hospital." Veronica shook her head. She stood on the beach, trying to bury her feet in the sand. "We haven't played at the beach yet."

Tony shook his head and stepped out of the armor. He reached out and pulled Veronica out of the sand, squatting down, ignoring the sand's damage to his custom suit, kneeling down, and lifting Veronica's feet to check.

Veronica had a few small bruises on the soles of her feet, but nothing serious, no shards of glass stuck in them, and no bleeding, which made Tony a little less guilty, and then he heard a voice above his head say: "Wow, I feel like a princess now."

"What?" Tony asked as he rummaged in his pocket. "Why?"

"Isn't that how it's all played on Broadway, you should kiss my instep now, and I'll make you my knight...or if you want to be a prince, I don't mind being Cinderella, but you have to prepare the glass slipper first .”

"What kind of mess do you usually watch?" Tony sighed and finally found a working band-aid from his trouser pocket. His profession always required him to be prepared, so he tore off the adhesive surface and stuck it on his ankle for a long time. On the worst wound that extended to the heel.

Veronica didn't answer him, she was too busy looking down at the nondescript Band-Aid before commenting, "As a glass slipper replacement, this one is kind of shabby."

Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes, he was getting used to the girl's occasional nonsensical remarks."If you're going to be walking on the beach without getting infected, it's best to wear shoes," he warned.

"Okay." Veronica made a long voice, and the metal from the lining of the skirt dripped down and wrapped around her feet, forming a pair of flat shoes. "It's all right now."

It's amazing.Tony looked at the flow of the silver metal surface, and couldn't help thinking, he really wanted to know the control principle of this thing, considering the series of things this girl made before, he thought that this girl had a thing that even Reed could be addicted to. brain.

And Veronica has turned her head and walked along the beach with a deep foot and a shallow foot.It was the time when the sun was setting, and there was no one on the beach except them.

Tony watched her and followed.

Veronica walked a few steps ahead of him, stepping on the sand one by one.They were walking on the wet sand very close to the sea, so the tide came up the sand with the breath of the wind and then slowly receded, clearing away the two rows of footprints they left behind.

"I've never tried walking like this before, the sand is very difficult to balance."

If it wasn't for Tony's focus on her at the moment, he would definitely have missed this sentence, and he blinked in disbelief, "Never?"

"Never." Veronica shrugged, and replied casually, "In my impression, the seaside is always a pier, a dam, or under a cliff." She kicked the water with her toes as she said this.

In all fairness, Tony likes the current atmosphere, even though they are just wandering aimlessly along the coastline, all Tony sees in front of him is the endless coastline that leads to nowhere, the sea around him is far away where it meets the horizon, the moon is falling Poked his head out hazy.

The bright moon, seaside, and beautiful women are probably all the elements needed to make up this romantic picture.

"You can come to my house when you are free." Tony blurted out this sentence and realized that it seemed inappropriate. He was inviting a dangerous villain to his house.

"Your house?" However, Veronica had turned around and asked with raised eyebrows when he had nothing to say.

"I have a villa in Malibu, right by the sea, a private beach, with a great sunset view." But Tony is always unwilling to live up to things that are too beautiful. Here he looks into the other's eyes and can see Those shining hopes, the wind blowing the girl's long hair flying to one side, and the smile on her face made Tony's genius brain stop.The hazy moonlight shone on her skirt, which made her look like an elf after she lost a little madness.

"You're inviting a villain to your house." A sly smile climbed into those bright eyes.

Tony sighed because of this, he wanted to hide his smile, but it must have failed, the other party looked at him now, and walked backwards, much smaller than before, which gave Tony a chance to get closer "I Thought we were dating."

Veronica raised an angle calmly, as if she was seriously thinking about this question, "If this is a date, do you hope there will be a next time?"

'If' is a rather subtle word, and sentences starting with it usually mean that it's just a hypothesis, and of course no one will take it seriously.Veronica said this to remind him that their activities today were limited to a dishonorable transaction.

It's sad, especially today is really a perfect day.

"What are you thinking?"

"Huh?" Tony suddenly came back to his senses, and found that Veronica had stopped and was asking her a question.

"I wonder why you want to be a villain?" Tony couldn't help but say, "You don't look like a villain."

And the girl put a finger on her lips, narrowed her eyes slightly and warned, "Be careful, talking about work in private time is very bad manners."

Tony froze for a moment before realizing she was talking about work - and it made him wonder "You think crime as a villain is just a job?"

"Why, isn't it your job to be Iron Man?" Veronica raised an eyebrow jokingly and asked back.

"No." Tony shook his head. "Iron Man, it's a thing that should be done, something that must be done." He looked down at his hands, at the tiny scars on his fingers and thought about the way the armor covered them , clenching and loosening his fist "That makes me feel whole, as a make up and a future...it's everything."

And then he realizes that he's said the things he's buried deep inside and never said, the things he hasn't said to the Peprodi Avengers, he's said to a villain.It made him feel stupid.

But having said that, this is not the first sentence he said more today.

And when he raised his head to look at the person in front, Veronica just blinked, then blinked again, and tilted her head slightly, "You know I can't give you any advice on this, right?"

Tony opened his mouth, then closed it again, his mind stuck for a moment, not knowing how he should respond.He looked at each other, the girl's long hair was blowing in the increasingly noisy wind, so she had to fix it with her free hand.

And then Veronica smiles, with a hint of danger that makes her look a little bit sinister "Look, we're talking dead, that's why we don't talk about work during happy hour, I Give you a chance, I can pretend that the conversation just never happened, and go back a few minutes."

"What are you thinking?" She asked the question again.

Tony looked straight into her eyes, those eyes were pure and clear, like the deep sea they flew over today, you saw secrets hidden in it, but it was too deep to be explored.

Tony now wanted to dive into that sea area to explore the submerged reefs, ditches and volcanoes under the calm. He took two quick steps forward, shortening the distance between the two of them to within an arm's length, looking down at the slightly raised face of the other , honestly say "I want to kiss you."

The other party's smile froze for a second, and then the smile widened and became sharper. She fell backwards, and Tony caught her with quick eyesight and quick hands, while the other party grabbed his collar and threw herself into his lap. arms, and the momentum pushed him back.

So the two fell on the beach together.

Veronica was lying on Tony's body, looking at those eyes from a very close distance. The steel blue eyes became dim under the hazy moonlight, and some kind of emotion was brewing.In the next second, Veronica leaned over and closed the last distance between them.

This kiss lasted for a short while, and after a little taste, I could only taste a piece of softness, coolness, sea breeze, and a little bit of lemonade.

The author has something to say: I know that the writing style of this chapter is very different from the previous ones, because this paragraph was written before the article was written. In other words, this paragraph is the source of my desire to open this meme. I’m afraid I’m going to lose my mind], so I really wanted to write a small sweet article at the beginning... As a result, due to the influence of the previous article, the opening style of the painting was crooked...