I Am In Marvel

New York, Stark Industries headquarters, inside the chairman's office.

Tony Stark, dressed in casual clothes, was lying comfortably on the reception sofa. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but his eyes were wide open, and he secretly looked towards the office chair, Pepper Potts in a white suit.

Pozzi buried his head in his work at the desk, signed the documents competently, without raising his head, he said lightly: "Tony, don't look at me with your sullen eyes, it's working time now, and this is still the office."

"Cough cough. Thinking about it like this...it feels even more exciting."

Tony coughed a few times and said in surprise, "How do you know I'm looking at you?"

"So, were you really looking at me just now?"

Pozzi looked up, rolled his eyes at him, and asked, "Why didn't you take Peter to play lately?"

"He's about to go to high school, and I haven't been so free lately." Tony snorted lightly, rolled his eyes, and lost his mind.

This Pozzi did not deny that since Tony and the godfather fought a few days ago, he has been thinking about what to make in his exclusive studio.

'Drip drip...'

At this moment, Tony's cell phone suddenly rang, and Jarvis voice prompt: "Sir, it's the call from Peter the Spider."

"What is the child going to do?"

Having said that, Tony let Jarvis connect to the communication.

As soon as the phone was connected, Peter's eager voice sounded, "Mr. Stark, have you watched TV?"

"TV? What TV?" Tony froze for a moment.

Peter continued: "You turn on the TV now, any news channel!"

"You kid..."

Tony frowned slightly, but still gave Jarvis an instruction, "Jarvis, turn on the TV in the office and switch to any news channel."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, the built-in LCD screen on one side of the office wall turned on.

New York News Channel, the hostess sat in front of the stage with a serious face and said in fluent English: "Our TV station has just received an urgent news, just five minutes ago, in the Museum Exhibition Square in London, local people were caught. Entering a catastrophic war situation. From it, there are suspected figures of superheroes such as peace symbols and Thor."

"Godfather, and Sol?" Tony squinted his eyes slightly. He, who was half lying on the sofa, sat up taut, and took a few steps forward to get closer to the LCD screen.

"Now, it's up to local reporters to broadcast the video for us."

After the hostess finished speaking, she switched the video to a local reporter.

When the scene changed, a male reporter was standing on the side of the road in the square, holding a microphone in horror. In the background was the street ruins with billowing smoke and fire, and pedestrians were screaming and fleeing everywhere.

The male reporter panicked and reported, "Friends from the audience. I am a reporter from London, and I am standing next to Central Square in London. You can clearly see that five minutes ago, the streets of London were still peaceful and prosperous. , but five minutes later, it has become a terrible ruin."

"According to my visual observation, the Peace Symbol and Thor are fighting fiercely with an alien enemy. It's just that their whereabouts are erratic. They were still fighting here half a minute ago, and suddenly they all disappeared..."

Before the male reporter could finish speaking, a small silver hammer flew past him at high speed.

Immediately afterwards, the Cursed Warrior and Sol emerged from the side about ten meters at the same time, and they all rolled on the asphalt road, causing a pothole. The two were just fighting with fists and feet, but they were like beasts in space, which easily affected and knocked down many cars parked on the road.

The camera finally freezes on the male reporter with a frightened face, dodging a car wrapped in strong winds, and the picture falls into a blurry screen, and the video camera quickly turns back to the female host.

The hostess patted her chest high and said in shock: "The signal from the reporters in London has been cut off from the TV station. I hope they are all right, and I hope that London can pass through this time as smoothly as New York six months ago. Difficulty..."

"enough."

Tony squeezed his left hand, Jarvis understood what he meant, and turned off the TV screen.

"Tony, Godfather, are they in any trouble again?" Pozzi looked at Tony worriedly.

"It's not clear yet. But even the godfather's shot was not resolved in time, which shows that the enemy this time is very difficult."

When Tony said this, he lowered his head slightly, only to realize that the communication has not been hung up.

The phone rang Peter's inquiry, "Mr. Stark, do you need me to help?"

"Just stay in New York for me. I'm ready to start school, don't run around! Otherwise, I'll go to Aunt May and complain!"

Tony hung up the phone directly, thought for a while, and then said solemnly to Poz: "Sorry, it seems that I can't go to dinner with you."

Pozzi didn't dissuade him, nodded and said, "Be careful yourself, you must pay attention to safety."

"certainly."

Tony agreed, and while walking towards the open floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, he gave Jarvis an instruction, "Jarvis, send me a new set of armor, urgently needed!"

"Yes, sir."

"A troubled autumn!"

Tony walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on his own, and more than a dozen steel parts flew out of the window, which fit and fit on his body.

After a few seconds.

The engines of the palms and soles of the feet started humming, and an iron man painted in gold and red turned into a streamer and flew supersonic towards the sky in the direction of London.

"Tony..."

Pozzi came to the floor-to-ceiling window, put his hands on his chest, and watched Iron Man's back until it completely disappeared from sight.

At this time, London.

On the central square, a wave of ripples gently stroked.

Kyle, who was burning with the powerful double star energy, rushed out of the void, stepped on the grass with his feet, and swung his right hand into a fist. Malekith, who could be the target, was randomly teleported to somewhere.

"Is it here again... Can someone finish this battle well?"

Kyle is also a little helpless. The surface of London is not bad. As long as it is ten meters up, the space boundary wall has become blurred. As long as the creature passes there, it will also be randomly sent to somewhere in the Nine Realms.

During the five-minute battle just now, Kyle and Malekes had switched back and forth at least ten places, that is, switching places of battle every half a minute.

"coming?"

Kyle suddenly moved, looked up and looked straight ahead, and there was another ripple in the air, which made him clench his right fist in advance.

Sure enough, with the stroking of the ripples, a tall and burly figure emerged from it.

"Huh?" Kyle was stunned, remembering that Malekith was not that tall. Is this burly figure...

next moment.

The cursed warrior in white bone armor jumped out of the air with a low roar, and its hands were raised above its head, and it was about to launch trampling and hammering down. But after the cursed warrior could see clearly the figure in front of and below, that flaming figure, its movements suddenly froze.

This is not right!

"No, you made the right choice - a dead end."

Kyle smiled brilliantly, and swiftly punched his right fist. With just one blow, he pierced through the bone armor of the cursed warrior, setting off waves of light and air, and blood and broken bones splashed everywhere!