Marvel: The Rise of Little Iron Man

Nick Fury's words were like a sharp knife that quenched ice, accurately piercing the softest part of Paul's heart.

The pride and publicity that was still hanging on the face just now solidified and shattered in an instant, and then turned into a cold dead silence.

The noisy voices of the donut shops around, the mellow aroma of coffee, the warm color of the lights... Everything is fading rapidly.

In Paul's world, there is only Frey's calm face and the bottomless only eye.

Life...

These two words are the nightmares that he has been deliberately avoiding since he traveled through time, but he has been gnawing at his inner nightmare all the time.

He can play around the world with the knowledge of the leading times, can be a god in the field of science and technology, and can play with Tony Stark, the proud son of heaven.

But he only knew nothing about where he came from and why his mother died.

That memory is like an isolated island shrouded in thick fog, far away and vague.

Tony noticed that something was wrong with his son at the first time.

The smile on his face converged, and his hand holding the donut stopped in mid-air. He looked at Paul with his eyebrows and stared at Fury vigilantly.

"What do you mean?" Tony's voice sank, with a trace of imperceptible anger.

Natasha also felt the sudden change in the atmosphere. She sat down, leaning forward slightly, like a panther ready to attack at any time.

However, Paul's reaction exceeded everyone's expectations.

After a few seconds of stiffness, the frozen expression on his face melted again.

He even smiled, but the smile was no longer as bright as before, leaving only a cold and heart-palpitated calm.

"Dirr. Fury," Paul gently put down the coffee cup and made a crisp collision sound. "Are you threatening me?"

He did not deny it or ask questions, but directly determined the other party's behavior.

"I never threaten people. I only state the facts." Fury leaned on the back of the chair and put his fingers on the table, as steady as Mount Tai.

"What a statement of facts." Paul nodded, and the light in his eyes became sharp again. "Then I also state a fact. The transaction is canceled. I will check the information about the Shijie Gang myself. As for what you want, don't want to get any of them.

He stood up and pulled Tony next to him: "Dad, let's go. The donuts here suddenly have no taste.

After saying that, he walked towards the door without turning back.

Tony was stunned for a moment, glanced at Fury, and then looked at his son's resolute back. Finally, he threw half of the donut in his hand on the table and followed.

Looking at the backs of Stark and his son leaving, Natasha asked in a low voice, "Dear, will this push him too far?"

"I pushed it far before I could pull it back." Fury's eyes narrowed, "The value of this child is greater than we thought. His weakness is also... more deadly than we thought.

...

Back to the villa on Mabri Beach, the atmosphere was a little depressed.

Paul locked himself in the underground laboratory without saying a word. Tony tried to knock on the door several times, raised and put his hands down, and finally had to pace back and forth in the living room irritably.

He knew that Fury touched Paul's penalty area.

For the woman he had never met, the nominal biological mother, Tony's emotions were complicated. But for Paul, he knew that it was an inheable wound in his son's heart.

"Sir, Director Fury is outside the door. Please come in." Jarvis's voice broke the silence.

Tony's movements stopped, and his face was so gloomy that water could drip.

How dare this guy come after him?

"Let him get out!"

"I'm afraid not, sir. He claimed to have brought important information about Mr. Howard Stark's relics.

Howard Stark.

The name made Tony's anger instantly stuck.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Let him come in."

A few minutes later, Nick Fury walked into the living room of Stark's house like a walk in his back garden, followed by an agent carrying a silver metal suitcase.

"Stark, we have to talk about it." Fury got straight to the point and looked through the living room, as if he was looking for something.

"I have nothing to talk about with you." Tony sat on the sofa angrily.

"No, you have." Fury's eyes finally fell on the door leading to the basement. "It's about the 'super energy' plan left by your father. In other words, the research on the cosmic cube.

Tony's pupils shrank.

"We believe that Howard had found the future of clean energy 70 years ago, but he hid the key technology. And now, the world needs it. Fury's voice is full of unquestionable oppression, "And you are the only one who can solve it."

Just as Tony's thoughts were firmly grasped by the mystery left by his father and his heart began to waver, the door of the basement opened.

Paul came out with an expressionless face.

His face was still a little pale, but his eyes had regained the calmness of Gujing Wubo.

He didn't even look at Fury. He went straight to Tony's side and said, "Dad, don't listen to him draw big cakes.The technology he wants is just to make more powerful weapons. If your father really wanted to give you the technology, he wouldn't hide it.

After saying that, he turned to Fury, with a mocking arc at the corners of his mouth.

"Drior Fury, it's really a rare guest to visit during the day. Do you want energy technology? That's right. I happen to have a gadget here, which may fit into your eyes.

Paul snapped his fingers.

There was a slight sound of mechanical operation in the laboratory, and then a silver-white metal cabin full of science fiction slowly rose from the ground and stopped in the middle of the living room.

It is like a standing dormant warehouse, with a mirror-like smooth surface and smooth and beautiful lines, full of futuristic design.

"What is this?" Fury's one eye stared at the metal cabin.

"My name is it, the nutrition hibernation capsule." Paul patted the shell of the metal cabin and made a muffled sound.

He walked to the metal cabin and pressed a button. The hatch slid open silently, revealing the inner wall of various sensors and nutrient delivery pipes.

"Based on the metabolic principle of super soldier serum, all the unstable genetic catalysts that can induce violent tendencies are eliminated, and only the part that promotes cell regeneration and optimizes metabolism is retained. When the user enters it, he can repair the body damage at 50 times the normal speed in deep dormancy and supplement all the necessary nutrients. Simply put, a dying soldier goes in, sleeps for a day, and can jump to the battlefield when he comes out."

Paul's tone was very plain, as if he was introducing a new type of household appliance.

But every word of his words exploded in Fury's heart like a blockbuster.

Super Soldier Serum...

Repair the body...

You can jump around in a day...

Fury's breathing stopped for a moment. The miracle that Captain America has pursued all his life can no longer be reproduced. Now, a fourteen-year-old child is in front of him in a safer and more efficient way!

The shock in his heart almost broke through the poker face that had remained unchanged for ten thousand years.

Reason, crazy exploration on the verge of collapse.

"I can authorize this technology to S.H.I.E.L.D." Paul didn't seem to see the shock on Fury's face and continued, "Conditions, you should know."

Fury stared at Paul. After a long time, he squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Deal."

He lost, lost to the ground.

Threaten Paul with his background? Now it seems that it's just a joke.

In front of this teenager, his proud intelligence and power are like a child's trick. A card dropped by the opponent casually is enough to turn all his previous layouts into a bubble.

Fury took a deep breath and forced himself to suppress his heart, trying to find a little field.

"So, the kind of miniature robot you used on the battlefield before..."

"That." Paul shrugged his shoulders and looked taken for granted, "That's not good."

"Why?"

"Its control system is based on the direct connection of neuronal signals, which requires extremely high mental talent and computing ability. To put it bluntly, it recognizes the Lord. No one can use it except me. Here you are, you can only be a pile of scrap iron. Paul spread his hands and smiled like an innocent child. "Dr. Fury, there are some things that can't be mastered by intelligence or hard work alone. It depends on fate."

Fury's face turned completely dark.

He felt that he was not talking to a teenager, but playing a game with an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years.Every step of the other party accurately stepped on his pain point, but it made him unable to refute.

This kid has terrible potential.

An unprecedented uneasiness rose from the bottom of Fury's heart.

Just when the atmosphere in the living room was frozen, Tony, who had been silent, finally made a move.

He ignored the undercurrent between Paul and Fury, but went straight to the silver suitcase brought by Fury's men.

His eyes were firmly attracted by the box.

That's his father's style, calm, sophisticated, and full of the beauty of the industrial era.

"What's in here?" Tony asked Fury, but his eyes did not leave the box.

"Some... research materials left to you by your father." Fury's voice is a little dry.

Tony stopped talking. He stretched out his hand and groped on the side of the box. With the touch of his fingertips, blue light paths lit up on the box, and finally converged into a small square groove.

Tony looked at the groove and looked down at the ark reactor on his chest.

He understood.

He raised his hand and gently pressed the reactor on his chest on the groove.

"Click."

A crisp unlocking sound sounded.

The four locks on the top of the box bounced open at the same time.

Tony, Paul, Fury, the eyes of the three people instantly focused on the box that was about to be opened.

The air seems to be frozen.

Tony took a deep breath and slowly lifted the lid of the box.

A soft white light came out of the crack of the box, illuminating his face full of curiosity and expectation.

What kind of secret is hidden in the box? Is it enough energy technology to change the world, or is it the last instruction left by a father to his son?

The unknown gear of fate, at this moment, began to rotate quietly with the opening of the box lid.