Transformers In Marvel

It is a good season with cool breeze.

The fragrant grass swayed slightly, the leaves rustled, and swayed gently in the cool wind.

Downey stood on the balcony, listening to the laughter behind him, silently looking at the scenery outside and meditating.

Don't worry about the safety factor of Tang's Manor. This seemingly harmonious land is actually full of killing machines. On the surface, there are transformed undead warriors acting as ordinary guards. There are layers of machines in every hidden corner. And the powerful magic circle is enough to make those who come here hate.

It was also only here that Downey could rarely find a trace of tranquility.

"What are you doing here?"

A clear voice came from behind, and Wanda, who was covered in red, walked over, as if she had drunk some wine, and walked with slightly crooked steps. The whole small face that was already very attractive turned even redder, making it look extremely attractive.

The lights coming from the lawn were dim and ecstatic.

The night is alluring.

A bright full moon hangs across the sky.

"Just thinking about something, you know, the Supreme Mage is very busy, and there are a lot of shit waiting on hand."

Downey said with a self-mockery, observing the moon with a pair of eyes, and answered Wanda quite casually, recalling the past with the old bartender in his mind.

Suddenly, Downey suddenly realized that he seemed to have become an old man, and he liked to recall the past.

Similarly, Downey was also silently thinking about the Inhumans living on the moon, their seventh-level leader Black Bolt, and Mars, which is farther away than the moon, where powerful Martians also live on it.

And the more distant Saturn satellite, the Titan star that has been slaughtered by Thanos.

The palm-sized solar system is so lively, what about the entire universe?

What about the entire multiverse? What about the realm of God, which is wider than diversity? How about a place farther and farther away than the realm of the gods?

Whenever I look up at the sky, the dark starry sky, which looks bright but is actually cruel and cold, gives people an inexplicable pressure.

Ordinary people can only observe the sky with admiration and relaxation, but those who know more are destined to bear more pressure.

Downey has the Soul Stone, and can snatch the Space Stone from S.H.I.E.L.D. at any time, and is still silently waiting for Loki, the money-giving boy, to send the Soul Stone over.

The seventh-level life came, and Downey was sure to fight and even win, but the eighth-level life was helpless.

The worst result is that the Flash travels through time and does not hesitate to create a Flashpoint universe to reverse reality. This is the worst plan, and it is likely to turn this world into a false Flashpoint universe, which is in danger of collapsing at any time.

But in the face of unique eighth-level creatures, the sense of powerlessness is suffocating.

It's useless to use all means.

"Is that the troublemaker? He threatened you?" Wanda's face was flushed, her eyes were dim, and she was very intoxicated.

"No, it has nothing to do with him at all. In fact, the troublemaker is one of the enemies you least want to face, and the one you get along with the most. As long as you find the right method, he is the best to get rid of..."

Downey shook his head with a smile, threw out his chaotic thoughts, and turned to look at Wanda.

Even if you usually watch it often, at this moment, you will inevitably feel amazing.

Especially when this sexy and charming little girl is drunk and hazy.

It seemed that he had drunk too much, one shoulder was exposed, revealing fair skin, and the placket was unconsciously pulled down a little, revealing more snow-white chest.

Wanda tried her best to open her eyes wide, and her face turned even redder: "But you always look worried, which is different from before."

"People change. Even the most stubborn people will change after going through too many things." Donnie looked at Wanda quietly,

Leaning casually on the railing, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wanda stood there, looking at the young guardian of the earth. On Fang Zheng's resolute face, the eyes like sharp swords regained their spirits, with an attractive vortex.

Downey has always had this look, maybe he didn't know it himself, but it has undoubtedly disappeared recently.

At least Wanda didn't see her familiar side.

But at this moment, she saw it. The smile gradually widened, and on the alluring red lips, there seemed to be some kind of fragrance wafting, which aroused the restlessness in people's hearts.

"Why don't you drink with them?" Donnie took out a glass of brandy and two exquisite wine glasses from behind him like a magic trick.

The wine glass is not big, showing a narrow and long shape.

This kind of wine glass can hold a lot of wine, not to mention 43% brandy, a glass of it can make people who are not good at drinking unbearable.

Downey had a narrow smile on his face: "Want to drink with me?"

"What if I say no?" Wanda's eyes lit up.

"Then I'll drink it alone—it's just a pity that this bottle of brandy that I have treasured for a long time is gone, and the outside world can't buy it."

"Then how did you buy it?"

"Buy? How is it possible..." Donnie was dumbfounded, shaking the bottle, and said with a smile, "I took it by hand, it's a little 'revenge' for a certain guy."

At the other end of New York City at this time, Stark Tower.

Tony Stark stared blankly at a hand protruding from a circle of light, smashed the glass with a majestic fist, and took away the brandy he had treasured for many years.

"My brandy! Bastard Donnie, we're never finished!" Tony let out a heartbroken scream!

His smart butler, Jarvis, was very conscientious. After scanning around, Hui reported, "Sir, no signs of intruders were found."

"Shut up, Jarvis, there's something wrong with your logic calculation! I'll add a new calculation method for you next time-it's a thief who takes my things without my permission! You should send that bastard to the police Board!"

Tony's heart ached.

Of course Downey would not pay attention to Tony's screams, even if he heard them, he might laugh more heartily.

The two glasses were slowly filled up. When the wine reached the top of the glasses, almost half of the brandy in the bottle had been removed.

Donnie took a sip by himself, and at the same time looked at Wanda with teasing eyes, which were mixed with inexplicable meaning.

"Want a drink?" Donnie leaned close to Wanda's ear and asked in a low voice.

The hot air came and itched, and Wanda's little face became more rosy and charming.

The little witch snatched a cup with her hands and swallowed a big gulp, and Downey did the same.

If someone knew about wine, they would definitely jump up angrily and yell at the two of them for being wasteful. This is not how to drink this kind of wine full of historical charm... a sip? How could such a thing be done!

Downey threw away the remaining wine, even the wine glass, on the lawn outside, and roughly grabbed the wine glass from Wanda's hand, followed the red mark on it, covered it, and drank it.

"Are you drunk?"

"Hmm...a little..."

The tall body approached, and Downey whispered in the little witch's ear: "Drunk? You can't fool me, your consciousness is very clear..."

After finishing speaking, before Wanda could react, Downey picked her up by the waist, like a princess, found a room, and kicked open the door violently.

The little witch buried her head deeply in someone's chest, not to mention her small face, every inch of her skin was filled with shyness, bright red.

To Downey's unreasonable behavior, surprisingly, he didn't take any attitude of rejection. He just groaned like a kitten in a voice that only he could hear.

The curtains were drawn slowly and the lights went out.

The night became more and more alluring.