Storm's old house.

living room.

Tony Stark looked at Meng Ao on the sofa opposite with a smile.

"I want to thank you!" Tony said solemnly.

"This is not like you." Meng Ao raised his eyebrows and looked at Tony, who had a different impression from before. In the past, Tony would not have expressed gratitude to people so sincerely, even if he was indeed grateful to that person.

"Something happened." Tony said, taking out a black onesie from the paper bag he carried with him and put it on the coffee table between him and Meng Ao.

"Cross clothing?" Meng Ao leaned over and touched it with his hands, confirmed it, and looked up at Tony. As the creator of Cross clothing, Meng Ao's understanding of Cross clothing is beyond ordinary people!

"Yes, the one you gave me as a gift," Tony said, "It saved my life. A shell exploded not far from me. It was impossible for ordinary people to survive at that distance. But I survived."

"Almost intact!" Tony repeated solemnly: "Ethan told me that if this coat didn't help me absorb the heat radiation and a lot of impact, I wouldn't have just been a simple coma and trauma."

"Maybe you don't know him, Ho-Ethan..."

"No, I know him." Meng'ao interrupted Tony: "I must have heard of all the famous biologists and doctors' authority, even if I am not familiar with or understand them, but I must have heard of their names, the deeds that made them famous, and even achievements."

"So I know him," Meng'ao said. "Ho-Esen, he is not just a surgeon with superb skills, but also an accomplished scientist."

"He's dead," Tony said.

Meng Ao maintained a quiet silence this time. Looking at Tony Stark who was immersed in depression and regret, Meng Aohu realized that Tony Stark did not need to be the same as before, but needed others to talk to him. Now he just wanted to simply talk to someone.

He said, another person listened.

That person, Tony chose himself.

It is not necessarily because he and himself are intimate to a certain extent, and his trust has reached a certain unbreakable level, but because of his fertility and his identity and status that are similar to him but have no direct conflict.

The person he trusts the most is Obadi Stan.

His best friend is Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes.

The person he relies on the most is called Pepper Potz!

But these people undoubtedly cannot share anything with him.

"He died because of me," Tony continued.

"Do you understand? Although I created so many weapons and sold them in large quantities for various wars. Some people in many newspapers and media accused me of being an arms dealer, a war madman, and a human executioner."

"I heard a lot of similar accusations and criticisms, but I thought they were completely nonsense. I am not the only one selling weapons in this world, and war will not stop just because I don't sell weapons. I am not that great."

"Now I still feel that those people are talking nonsense! But I already regret and feel guilty."

"That's the weapon I created! Those who kidnapped me, they used those weapons, killed the young soldiers under my eyes, killed the innocent civilians, and killed Ethan who bought me time."

"In the past, I regarded those weapons as my proud works, which were very different from other arms dealers' artworks! While taking into account the power, I played them with flowers! It filled them with indescribable beauty. It was an intoxicating violent aesthetic!"

"But now, I have a special feeling about them, not disgust or hatred, but I have some fear and fear. Weapons are weapons, and no matter how I deny it, I cannot cleanse this. I no longer want to touch them, they make me feel uneasy."

"Do you know where I feel the most peaceful now?" Tony looked at Meng'ao.

Meng Ao shook his head.

"In my Mark's armor." Tony smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Yes, I have created a new weapon, a weapon with a bright future and even unlimited potential than all my previous weapons. A weapon that can finally match your bride in my heart."

"A set of exoskeleton armor."

"I used it to escape from birth. I was anxious and found that only by staying in that closed armored space can I get real peace now!"

"I won't sell it again! Never!"

Meng Ao looked at Tony strangely, and he vaguely felt that the other party was afraid that something was difficult to speak for during this visit, so he wanted to ask for help. Unfortunately, Tony, who wanted to express his sincerity in person, was really not suitable for playing any family card.

But Tony, who had never asked for anything, was so clumsy and terrible.

But since I saw it, Meng Ao didn't have any bad taste to continue to watch. Even if the scene in front of me may never be there again. Tony, who is more incest than the sky, has different meanings of asking for help and asking for help.

You can see that you take the initiative to take over, which relieves Tony's anxiety and embarrassment. Whether you choose to refuse or help, you can only gain gratitude and understanding. But when he asks for help, what you gain is either gratitude or trouble.

Meng Ao doesn’t like trouble. In his opinion, Tony Stark is a huge trouble now!

"Okay, I don't think you will come to me for no reason to talk to me, or even talk about your miserable experiences during this period. What do you want?" Meng Ao directly picked up Tony and tossed over and over again, but he couldn't take the initiative to pick up the topic with shamelessness.

When Tony heard Meng's words, he was obviously relieved: "I want to be a clad."

"Crossing?" Meng Ao asked in surprise. He did not expect Tony's request to be this. Or rather, he did not expect Tony's request to be so simple.

"Yes, it's just a fertile coat. Like this one, it's a customized version." Tony took a deep breath and repeated. But he still remembered that when Meng Ao gave him fertile coat, he refused Meng Ao's kindness. For Tony, it still requires some confusion and struggle to go back.

"What are you asking?" Meng Ao nodded and asked directly.

Tony felt warm in his heart for Meng Ao who had not followed the final conclusion and was very refreshed: "Just resist pressure. My Mark armor needs this. The effect of anti-overload suit is not as effective as that of the breeding clothes."

"This is not a problem. Soon, you will receive a complete set of customized versions of colonial clothes." Meng Ao nodded. It is not a combat colonial clothes, and it will involve fewer potential hidden dangers and troubles. Even S.H.I.E.D., you cannot pick on Meng Ao.
Chapter completed!