The whole of America went crazy over the name Tony Stark.

First, he threw out the words "I" at the press conference.

am

Iron

Man.”

Then, he announced the new energy development plan launched by Stark Industries and pulled the stock price up to the upper limit.

There was also the long-awaited Stark Industries Expo, which was a grand event for the whole nation. It was like a fire in New York that wouldn't be extinguished until everyone was excited.

However, the center of the topic was leisurely being a shopkeeper in Malibu. After donating his collection of years to the Boy Scouts, he even stuffed the position of CEO and champagne into Pepper's hands.

Pepper was about to go crazy.

The former CEO, who had nothing to do, spread out on the workbench. "How much longer do I have to drink this strange thing?"

Tony looked at the green cup in Fléty's hand with disdain. Every cell in his body was saying no.

"Until you find a new replacement element, sir." Jarvis reported the new blood toxin index. "The current toxin content is 34%."

"I've tried all the elements on Earth." Tony opened his hands. "All the combinations, all the elements I can find."

The structure of all the known elements on the projector were projected in different colors, as bright as the distant mysterious starry sky.

But none of the stars could save Tony Stark's life.

"I don't have time."

"Please don't say that, Boss." Fléty changed a new cup of chlorophyll juice expressionlessly.

As artificial intelligences, she and Jarvis had a near-eternal life, but if they lost the meaning of their existence, a long time was just another kind of torture.

"Maybe you need to start from another angle?

Is there a synthetic element that can alleviate your symptoms among the existing known elements, or is there an unknown new element that can replace palladium? "

"Find a new element in a month?

Even if I'm Tony Stark, the Goddess of Time won't give me preferential treatment. "

"Time gives meaning to life, and she is fair to everyone.

But you are Tony Stark, who created Mark 1 in the cave. You are the darling of reality. "

Reality will give you preferences and blessings.

"Your language and emotion system is upgrading too quickly, Fléty." Tony did not comment. Instead, he noticed that his AI girl's language was becoming more and more human.

"Thank you for your praise. My automatic detection and upgrade functions are very perfect. Also, living with you has given me a lot of real reference materials."

Fléty answered evasively and pulled up a file on the tablet.

"In view of your resignation as the CEO of Stark Industries, the original CEO's assistant will continue to work for Miss Pepper. Miss Pepper suggests that you recruit a new assistant. This is the information sent by the HR department."

Tony pulled the file onto the screen. "Only one copy?"

"This is the only one you need to pay attention to."

"An underwear model who's fluent in five different languages … in terms of aesthetics, she's indeed quite suitable."

Tony enlarged the picture with his index finger and thumb. The beauty in the picture had snow-white skin, red hair, and a pair of blue eyes that seemed to be able to speak. From her appearance to her figure, she was Tony Stark's favorite type.

Fléty: "… What you need to pay attention to is her profession.

Ms. Natasha Romanov is a S.H.E.L.D. Level 7 agent, nicknamed Black Widow. She specializes in espionage missions. "

Fléty looked at his boss as if he was looking at an ignorant kid. "Boss, her thigh strangulation can easily subdue you in one move."

Fléty, who had once obtained the highest authorization from Howard, obviously knew everything about S.H.E.L.D. and was very good at recognizing people.

"Sounds very interesting."

Moustache Tycoon, who was still worrying about the replacement element just a minute ago, commented nonchalantly. It was as if he had forgotten about life and death and only thought that he could not be bored was left in his mind. "She's the one."

"I'll inform her to take over immediately."

"I need something exciting, Fléty."

Tony threw away the tablet and muttered to himself, "Even at the last moment of his life, Tony Stark will definitely be the most dazzling one."

Freddy didn't reply. Instead, she waited for her boss to come up with a new idea or a fantasy.

Something that could excite Tony Smith's little expert, Stark, would obviously not be an ordinary car or naked woman.

"Tell this … Miss Rosaman to wait for me in Monaco. I have to remember her fake name."

"Hi, Miss Romanov." Tony smiled and greeted the red-haired beauty in a red dress.

Fléty swore that he saw a flash of coldness on that beautiful face.

The next second, she returned to her professional and calm assistant appearance, as if she did not hear anything. She calmly replied, "Mr. Stark."

"I'm going to participate in the competition. You can handle it, right?"

Tony pointed at the racing competition on the screen. Obviously, he had found a new "excitement".

"If you ask." Natasha smiled and turned to arrange a starting position for him.

“Boss？”

Fléty carried his briefcase and followed behind his boss, who could not wait to change into his blue racing suit.

"You want to suggest that I give up?"

"I want to suggest that you wear your battle suit."

Fléty followed him to the car. "Brother or me. You have to at least bring one of us with you."

The eager little death-courting expert gave up on the pointless resistance. "Give it to me."

After thirteen minutes, Fléty felt extremely lucky for his persistence.

Wild Man, who had appeared on the track and was wildly swinging his electric whip, was subdued by the transformed Iron Man. The entire audience in the stadium cheered wildly and rushed to the track.

Fléty followed the CEO, who had been stimulated by the unexpected situation. He turned to the red-haired beauty and whispered, "I think S.H.E.L.D. can arrange a conversation with Mr. Electric Whip for Boss, right?"

Natasha was not surprised to see the girl who had appeared next to Tony Stark after the kidnapping incident in Afghanistan. S.H.E.L.D. clearly recorded her identity and origin, and there was nothing suspicious about her. However, it was this perfect and clean resume that made her seem even more mysterious.

Perhaps, she would have to evaluate two people.

Natasha replied cheerfully, "Of course."

On the return flight, the former CEO, who had risked his life, was scolded from head to toe by the current CEO. Pepper almost hysterically asked Tony to increase security, but the former CEO, who had always been mischievous, did not say a word. He just let Pepper roast him inside and out. No one knew what was going on in his mind.

"Do you know how many people are worried about you? You can't joke about your life.

Tony, you can't do this. "

Pepper's shoulders drooped weakly. She did not know what to say. She simply turned around and left, locking the front cabin door.

Tony Stark's phone in his pocket vibrated. Tony Stark obviously did not need to turn off his phone on his private plane.

Fléty covered his phone and quietly walked to the side to answer the call.

A minute later, she came back.

"Boss, S.H.E.L.D. is calling."

"Not now, Fléty, I'm not in the mood." Tony looked at the clouds outside the porthole.

"You have to listen to this call," Fléty insisted. "They made a new discovery in Siberia."

"What's so important? My new element?" Tony picked up the phone that Fléty put on the small table.

Agent Colsen's voice came from the phone clearly. "We discovered the Hydra's Winter Soldier Project." He paused and continued.

"One of them is James Buchanan Barnes."

Barnes James, better known as Bucky Barnes, was a former soldier in the US Army, a World War II war hero, the sniper of the Howling Assault Team, Captain America's best friend, and an outstanding soldier who died young.

His picture of his military uniform with the top two buttons unbuttoned was still hanging on the most prominent wall of the museum. His young and handsome face was still charming after seventy years.

It was worth mentioning that Tony Stark had the original version of the picture, a small black and white photo, clipped in his childhood notebook.

"Are you calling me because you want me to give Sleeping Beauty a kiss?"

Tony joked casually on the phone, but his eyes moved to the briefcase-like Mark 5, as if he was seriously considering the possibility of flying directly to S.H.E.L.D. base in it.

Fléty decisively stuffed the briefcase behind her back. She could understand how her boss felt after hearing the news.

After all, on the third floor of Stark's mansion, there were two rooms of Tony Stark's childhood idol collection.

Captain America owned half of the collection, and the other half was related to the Howling Assault Team. The name Bucky Barnes accounted for at least three-quarters of the collection.

One of his father's best friends, and his childhood idol. These two titles were enough to temporarily push the electric whip man in Tony's mind to the side.

But Fléty firmly put away Mark 5.

If her brother knew that she let her boss fly at high altitude in a tattered combat suit, the internet and electricity would definitely be cut off.

The AI would die.

Tony helplessly glared at the determined AI girl with his caramel-colored eyes, then turned back to talk to the agent.

"I'm telling you, Stark's kiss is worth a thousand gold coins. I won't kiss an old popsicle who has been frozen for seventy years, even if he wakes up and gives me an autograph … What?

You've already unfrozen him?! "

Colsen's voice was also helpless. "We originally found six refrigeration devices, but five of them haven't been activated for years. The thermostat and life-support systems are out of whack, and irreversible damage is caused when moving them. The soldiers inside have already lost their vital signs.

So we didn't dare move the remaining one, and could only defrost it on the spot. "

"Then why did you call me?

Do you want me to pretend to be an old man and teach Sleeping Beauty a history lesson? "Tony was so angry that he wanted to laugh at S.H.E.L.D.'s actions.

"…" Colsen was silent for a moment before he said, "His situation is a bit special. I hope you can come and see for yourself."

This was why Tony appeared in S.H.E.L.D..

A man who was thought to have been dead for seventy years was sitting quietly in a separate interrogation room in S.H.E.L.D., which was set up as a hospital ward, right in front of Tony.

He was covered with a thin blanket, and his naked upper body was full of crisscrossing scars. The most eye-catching thing was the steel arm that was connected to his body by hideous scars. On the silver metal, the red pentagram looked like a pool of solidified blood.

His face was calm, and his eyes were empty. He was like a puppet without self-consciousness, allowing the medical staff to work around him without any reaction to the outside world.

It was indeed the face of Bucky Barnes, but no one could associate him with the high-spirited Little Prince Brooklyn from seventy years ago.

"Are you sure?" Tony tilted his head and asked Colsen through the single-sided glass.

"DNA and fingerprints show that this is indeed Mr. Barnes."

Colsen replied with his arms crossed. "The information in the base shows that this is Hydra's' Winter Soldier 'program. A copy of Captain America's serum is injected into the captives, and the successful transformation will undergo long-term brainwashing to become the so-called' Winter Soldier '."

They were not even allowed to die, and could only live in the hands of evil, unknown to the world.

"That's not why you invited me here, Agent."

Tony raised his chin, and his gaze was arrogant and probing. "I may be able to study the iron arm for him, but the field of the mind is not my specialty. You'll have to find a few brain experts."

"The reason I invited you here is to ask if you have the brainwashing phrase of the 'Winter Soldier'."

A black man wearing a single-eye patch walked out from the shadows with an aggressive gaze.

"Stark, you're the one who gave the information of this base to S.H.E.L.D., perhaps you left one or two relevant documents?"

Tony Stark, who had never lost in a battle of momentum, retorted mercilessly, "Who are you, Agent Braised Egg in a black coat?"

"Nick Frey.

Director S.H.E.L.D.. "

Frey, who was rebuked, showed an expression of 'I knew it'. His tone softened. "Mr. Stark, we just want to restore Sergeant Barnes' sanity."