After having a hearty fight with Rody, Tony seemed to have vented all his pent-up frustrations. The golden-red armored humanoid was extremely relaxed as he laid on the only surviving sofa. His innate talent was to use the hard steel to make it feel like liquid.

Jarvis scanned the room, projected his body from the ceiling, and stood next to the armor.

The handsome butler said, "Sir, remote monitoring shows that Mark 2 has arrived at the military base."

"Cut off contact." A muffled voice came from the helmet.

"I'm hungry, where's Fléty?

Where's my breakfast? "

"Fléty is contacting the construction team," Jarvis said plainly, "The damage to the first floor and the garden is as high as 87%, and it will take about two days to recover."

The elegant AI turned sideways slightly, showing the ruins behind him that seemed to have been bombed by a bomb to the initiator. The first thing to bear the brunt was the crumbling kitchen that was blocked by a huge piano.

Tony: … I don't think the piano is my fault, and my kitchen can still be saved.

Iron Man, who was ruthlessly kicked out of the house because of hindering his work, swayed twice in the air and decisively went to his favorite doughnut shop.

The golden sun burst from the horizon, and the land that was born in the dark night went from quiet to noisy. Tony, who was sitting in the largest doughnut shop in New York, eating a limited edition cherry vanilla doughnut, looked like the sweetest candy.

Of course, in the eyes of the director, who was so angry that he was bald, this was the most troublesome troublemaker in the world. He was a hundred times more troublesome than the blonde fool in the Northwest, or the big green man in India.

"Sir, please come down from the doughnut."

Tony looked at the one-eyed chief in front of him with his big, caramel-colored eyes, bored out of his mind.

The other party kept nagging lines like "the world doesn't revolve around you", "do you know how many problems I still have to deal with", and "can you stop being naughty". He would rather go home and take the "personal combat training class" provided by the old popsicle.

Just as his mind was about to wander off to the Arctic Ocean, a soft body suddenly sat beside him. Along with the familiar seductive fragrance came a hand. The hand lifted his chin and turned left and right as if stroking a dog. She clicked her tongue in pity and left quickly. She sat opposite him, next to the black police chief.

The beautiful and charming red-haired beauty in a tight uniform skillfully raised an emotionless smile at Iron Man.

"What are you doing, looking at my skin, are you going to sell me?"

"Mr. Stark's problem seems to have been solved, and the black blood vessels on your neck have all disappeared."

"You sound sorry." Tony swore he saw the pity in the female agent's eyes.

"I originally prepared a birthday present for you."

Natasha slammed the three-finger-thick syringe on the table. The thick iron-gray liquid was some kind of liquefied metal. "It's a pity that I don't have a chance to use it."

Iron Man and Black Widow looked at each other, and sparks flew.

"Since you solved the problem faster than I thought, we prepared another gift." Frey spun the document in his hand in front of Tony. The black letters on the cover were very conspicuous —

"Avenger Project"

Tony, who heard the recommendation, went home indifferently. In just a few hours, the capable Miss and Mr. Butler had turned the ruins into a slightly habitable ruin. Fléty wiped the dust off his hands and suggested seriously, "Boss, please put the plan to create a physical body for brother on the agenda as soon as possible."

The AI girl, who had always been calm, had a rare look of resentment. "Next time when you want to tear down the house, please let brother participate in the 'post-war reconstruction work.'"

"Of course, good girl."

Tony patted the coconut-flavored reactor on his chest and promised, "It's my fault for letting you move the stone alone.

I thought Old Popsicle would help you? "

"It's against the AI butler's code to let the guest help. In addition, I think Mr. Barnes has his own problems to deal with."

As soon as the voice fell, the subject of the conversation appeared in front of the two.

Bucky looked more haggard than Tony, who didn't sleep for a night and fought a field. His dark green eyes were full of worry. He pursed his lips tightly, showing a rare state of uneasiness after returning from Stark's mansion.

But when he saw Tony, his expression immediately changed into another look of disappointment, as if the famous Iron Man was a little kid who fought with other kids and lost.

Of course, he didn't win.

"Tony, I think you need to take the system's fighting skills training class." Brooklyn's fighting prince focused on the word "fighting."

Then, Bucky, Excellent Soldier, World War II Hero, Fighting Skills Master, Barnes taunted the Iron Man three times in a row —

"I'll use one hand, you hit me."

The baby-faced coach put his iron arm behind his back, lowered his body slightly, and put on a purely defensive posture.

Tony launched a swift and violent Meow Meow Punch. He was swayed on the guardrail by one hand.

"I don't need to use either hand." Bucky thought for half a second, put his hands behind his back, and raised his chin to signal him to attack.

Tony grabbed his shoulder and exerted force. The other party took a step back and tripped with one foot.

The noob Iron Man fell to the ground.

"Your lower body is too unstable." The old uncle sighed. He couldn't stand the young man's weak body that would fall with a single push.

"I have armor," the mustached man said defiantly as he got up from the ground.

"There will be times when you don't wear armor. You have to be able to protect yourself and the people around you at that time," Bucky's old uncle said earnestly, "The enemy won't care if you have an iron can or not."

"You have to punch quickly and accurately."

Bucky held the guardrail to withstand Tony's punch. He said as he moved, "Don't waste your strength blindly. Efficiency is key in fighting. If you can beat the opponent down in one move, don't waste your energy using two. You can already beat the next enemy in that time."

"Being merciful is being cruel to yourself."

Bucky corrected Tony's punching posture. "Every creature has a fatal weakness. Try to hit it in one hit.

Of course, you are different from Roddy, who fights like a child playing house. Both of you are as accurate as a three-year-old shooting an arrow. You can't hit the target even after a long time. "

The old uncle thought of something and said helplessly, "Both of you are only serious when you are mocking each other."

"I thought you taught fighting skills." The mustached man, who was being ridiculed, began to question his coach.

"What I teach is survival skills."

"War is never far away. I hope you can be prepared." Buggy restrained the corner of his mouth that had just twitched.

Tony's eyes instantly became serious. "What do you mean?"

"I think I need to go to the treatment room again."

"It's earlier than the time we agreed on. Is there something wrong with your memory?" Professor X, who received the call unexpectedly, happened to be out of town, so he went to Malibu in person.

It had only been two weeks, but a thin layer of hair had grown on his head. He had lost some of his composure and looked more like a teenager.

"I remembered something," Bucky replied with uncertainty in his voice.

"I really need a complete memory."

"It's the safest and most reliable way to backtrack your memory according to the brain's self-recovery speed. Is the answer you need that important?"

"Some people have been waiting for too long." Bucky closed his eyes. He needed an answer for himself and for the people who had been waiting for him.

The treatment this time was much shorter than the last time, but the process was more torturous.

Bucky's chest was heaving up and down violently. Cold sweat soaked his half-length brown hair, and the corners of his lips were almost pressed into a straight line.

In the end, his iron arm subconsciously pinched the bed frame under him, and a dent was formed in the iron pipe.

Tony put on his gauntlets, afraid that Sleeping Beauty would lose control and flip the young professor over.

Then, he opened his eyes.

Tony's heart suddenly tightened, and an ominous feeling instantly invaded his nerves.

In the new pair of green eyes, there was pain and gloominess entangled in them. A dark ocean was roaring and rolling up huge waves to swallow this soul.

"I think you've got your answer."

Charles's blue eyes looked at Tony, whose expression was changing, and Bucky, who seemed to be enduring endless pain. He considerately stopped talking.

Fléty came forward to help him push the wheelchair. "The car is ready to take you back to the manor.

Thank you for coming today. "

"I should be the one thanking you, little girl."

Professor X tilted his head slightly. "Next time, I hope I have the opportunity to discuss your magical ability with you."

Fléty did not answer.

In the Malibu House, the owner of the green eyes said,