I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Hearing the sound from the helmet, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

Only Leon's eyes lit up, as if thinking of something, the corners of his mouth involuntarily drew an arc.

Picking up the helmet and flipping the inside, Leon immediately saw a striking red dot on the inner wall of the helmet, which was constantly flashing.

Seeing this flashing red dot, Leon's frowning brows finally stretched a lot.

Natasha, who noticed this slight change, immediately asked:

"Leon, what's wrong?"

"I think our playboy left us a message..."

"Oh?! Where?"

"follow me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leon stood up abruptly, holding his helmet, walked quickly in the direction of the laboratory.

The doubtful people had to follow closely.

When he came to the laboratory, Leon picked up a data cable from the laboratory table and inserted it into the face-pull socket of the helmet. The other end is connected to the smart computer on the table.

After some operations, a holographic scanning light was emitted from the camera of the computer.

The light swept across Lyon's blue eyes.

The next moment, a mechanical female voice came from the helmet:

"Stark Security Server, Retina Scanning Works!"

As soon as the voice fell, a male voice, through the external speaker of the computer, entered the ears of everyone:

"Pepper, it's me."

As soon as the voice came out, everyone immediately recognized that it was Stark's voice.

"Don't worry, I'm still alive and well."

"I saw the news. I know, he's coming for me. I don't want to put you in danger, so I'm not going home for the time being. I need to find this full man, make sure things like this, It won't happen a second time."

"Also, tell Leon that I'm fine..."

Although just a brief voice message.

However, it was enough to make everyone put down the big stone in their hearts.

Tony Stark, alive!

Everyone in the laboratory is not a fool.

From the words of the voice message, everyone could hear Stark's strong willingness not to let others interfere in this matter.

"Looks like Tony wants to deal with this alone..."

Hearing Banner's words, Clint, who was thinking of avenging Stark just now, shrugged and said:

"Then what do we do now? Go back to each house and let him do it himself?"

At this time, Leon suddenly said:

"No, I don't think so!"

For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on Leon.

"He, and you, seem to have overlooked a very important matter. This attack is not just about him..."

Raising her eyebrows, Natasha, who was leaning against the guardrail, blinked her blue pupils, and asked with great interest:

"what do you mean?"

"We are a team, and Tony is a member of the Avengers, part of it. Attacking him means attacking the entire Avengers, attacking all of us!"

"In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, we should do something and give a response!"

Leon's words sounded a bit domineering and extreme. However, it may not be a reasonable approach.

The enemy has sent people to bomb your friend's house, can you still sit still? !

Whether as friends of Stark or comrades on the same team, it is impossible for them to stand idly by.

Even if this is Stark's personal will...

Obviously, Leon's speech was unanimously approved by Natasha and Clint.

"I agree with Lyon."

"Add me."

Bowing his head and pondering for a moment, Steve, who didn't have much idea for the time being, also looked up at Leon and asked:

"Then what are you going to do?"

Raising a finger, Leon's face was calm, "First of all, we have to bring back that buddy who was left alone. He is outside alone, it's too dangerous..."

Before he finished speaking, Leon turned his head,

Looking at Bruce Banner on the side, he asked:

"Bruce, can we use this voice message to determine Tony's location?"

Hearing this question, Banner first pushed his glasses with his hand, and then said with certainty:

"Of course! As long as you have the highest authority on the Stark security server, you can trace the source of this voice message through the data analysis of the receiving device."

"However, in the entire Stark industry, apart from Tony, only Pepper has the highest authority..."

Before he could finish speaking, Leon spread his hands and said with a smile:

"Then what are we waiting for?"

After having a goal, the entire team began to act in an orderly manner.

Natasha first called Pepper and obtained access to the Stark Industrial Security server from her.

Then, Banner immediately used the permission to enter the server of Stark Industries and perform satellite positioning of the voice message.

After some operations, the red dot representing the source of the signal soon appeared on the global satellite map of the holographic projection.

Looking at the location marked by the signal, Leon couldn't help but froze for a moment, and then showed a meaningful smile.

still there...

Letting his thoughts churn, Leon turned around, faced the crowd, and said with a smile:

"Guys, who hasn't been to Tennessee?"

. . . . . .

Tennessee, located in the southeastern United States, is a small federal state.

The people here are more hospitable than the people in New York.

Perhaps it is this willingness to share with others that the American country music culture has been enriched with nutrients in this soil, thus taking root and sprouting.

In a rural town called "Rose Mountain" by the locals, Stark, who escaped by chance, is facing a "soul torture"...

"Tony, can you talk about New York? Are all those aliens ugly?"

"Are there only seven Avengers, or more? Can you tell me about them?"

"What does the black blade look like? Is the black widow's red hair really natural? Or is it dyed?"

…

In a barn that doesn't look big and is full of worn-out items, Stark, wearing a thick jacket, sits in front of a table, while repairing the Mark 42 battle armor on the table, while enduring his body. Next to the constant bombardment of questions.

A thin, blond woman was sitting on the sofa behind him, her mouth never stopping.

The chatter in his ear made Stark, who was a little irritable, unable to concentrate at all.

Finally, patience has reached its limit.

"enough!"

Putting down the repair tool in his hand, Stark turned around suddenly, facing the boy on the sofa, and said:

"Harry, can you just shut up for a few seconds and give me peace of mind to do my work?"

Being so murdered by Stark, the blond boy named "Harry" couldn't help lowering his head and muttering in a low voice:

"I'm just asking a few questions, why should I be so angry..."

Seeing the boy's pitiful appearance, Stark rolled his eyes, looked up at a forty-five degree angle, and said to himself helplessly:

"How did I meet such a little brat..."

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