Marvel's genius inventor? I'll make a wish-granting dragon with my own hands.

Tony was still half asleep.

I didn't even realize it.

Natasha grabbed him by the back of the neck, tucked him under her arm, and lifted him up to leave.

She glanced at Ethan, who was at a loss and shocked, not knowing where he should stand. After a moment's thought, she realized that she didn't know who he was, and he wasn't within her rescue scope.

So Natasha just asked casually, "Can you walk?"

"Of course...of course..."

Ethan swore to God he had never seen a woman as fierce as her.

He even stammered a little when he spoke.

He carried a Gatling gun weighing hundreds of kilograms on one hand.

His other hand was gripping Tony Stark like he was catching a chick.

Is this still a normal human being?

Be a reincarnation of a Tyrannosaurus Rex!

"You are free."

Natasha left those words behind and then took Tony Stark away from the cave.

Ethan hesitated for a moment.

His gaze fell upon the first-generation Iron Man suit that was nearly completed inside the cave.

He was one of the builders of this armor and was very aware of the weapon's power.

He was debating whether to blow it up to prevent it from falling into the hands of terrorists!

But what if that woman wasn't there to rescue them, but instead to double-cross them, or that she was part of another group that kidnapped them?

Ethan hesitated for only a few seconds before Natasha and Tony disappeared without a trace, leaving him utterly dumbfounded.

How could someone carry several hundred pounds and run so fast?

Are they still human?

He hurriedly chased after him, panting heavily, shouting, "Wait for me, wait for me... I... I haven't gotten on the bus yet, I haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

And on the other side?

Tony was still struggling to get help, "Hey, ma'am, you're so beautiful, please don't be so rude. Let's talk this out, can you give me a moment to process this?"

His mind was still a mess.

They had no idea what had happened.

Natasha's behavior was practically passive-aggressive.

More terrifying than terrorists.

If he doesn't respond to a single word, how is he supposed to know who the other person is?

"Ouch!"

Tony was thrown out by Natasha.

He fell to the ground.

I almost swallowed a mouthful of sand.

He took the opportunity to raise his head, only to see a scene that made his soul tremble. He had initially thought that his research had been leaked and that terrorists had discovered it and wanted to kill him!

When Tony looked around, he saw no terrorists, only scattered ruins and fragments resembling human parts; there wasn't a single intact object.

God knows what happened here!

That bloody and brutal scene.

I almost made him throw up.

Tony was terrified. Looking at Natasha's expressionless face and the glowing red-hot barrel of the gun in her hand, he trembled and scrambled backward, crying, "No! No! No!"

It wasn't Natasha's bullets that responded to him.

Instead, it was a simple statement: "On your left."

Howard returns from the search.

He still looked somewhat nervous.

After all, he hadn't found Tony, who was being held captive, on the other side. He was initially worried, but after seeing Tony's figure, he felt relieved.

He quickly approached.

Tony turned around abruptly.

The two of them stared at each other in mid-air.

They saw both sides.

But there was no father-son embrace as I had imagined, no emotional tears.

In Howard's memory, Tony was a boy, intelligent and talented, but quite cold to him, never smiling at him, and there was always a distance between them.

And now.

When he saw Tony again, Tony was now middle-aged, covered in a mess, with several wounds that hadn't healed, and even his chest was tattered, with a large hole ripped open, leaving behind horrific, bloody wounds.

Howard was filled with guilt.

If he hadn't chosen to stay with S.H.I.E.L.D. and hadn't kept searching for Captain America, he probably wouldn't have met his match.

He wouldn't die a tragic death with his wife.

He couldn't even imagine how a young man who had just come of age had survived all these years, facing the news of his parents' tragic deaths, the enormous Stark Industries, the ruthless villains in the business world, and even being betrayed by an insider and almost dying here.

"Tony...I..."

"What?!"

Tony was more excited than Howard.

Even more shocking.

He looked at Howard in front of him, got up from the ground, tugged at Howard's face, and then pulled at Howard's beard.

After a few seconds of silence.

Tony then launched into a long speech: "Hey buddy, listen up, whether you're here to save my life or not."

I want to tell you in advance.

"I was born of my mother Mary, and I am protected by law and recognized by everyone."

"And you're just a mistake made by that awful old man Howard. The Stark family may acknowledge you, but I'll never call you brother."

"You're not the real deal."

Tony was absolutely furious.

Kidnapping is fine, let them kidnap you.

At worst, they'll kill the ticket.

What the heck is this "brother" thing you've given me?

He is the legitimate child.

He is the one who is legally recognized!

He would never accept calling someone "brother"!

There couldn't be anything more fucked up to him than this!

Natasha, standing to the side, had a strange expression on her face. She looked Howard and Tony up and down, finding it all quite amusing.

One is a silent father.

Not good with words, very reserved, keeping love hidden in her heart.

It doesn't look like something from the West.

Instead, he seems more like the father of the East.

The other one was an extremely filial son who couldn't even recognize his father's young appearance and thought he was his illegitimate brother.

They were jumping up and down in a panic.

I'm not worried about any inheritance.

Why argue about being the older brother instead of the younger brother?

Natasha felt it was utterly absurd.

However, she is particularly wicked.

He grinned and deliberately said, "Howard, we should retreat. This is enemy territory, and there's a good chance more militants will come."

Howard?

What do you call him?

Tony's eyes were glazed over.

Staring blankly at Howard, seeing the guilt on his face, hazy memories and portraits he hadn't seen in over a decade gradually overlapped with that familiar figure.

Incredible thoughts welled up in my mind.

Tony's reaction surprised everyone. He swung his fist and slammed it hard into Howard's face, an anger he hadn't shown even when facing the beatings and humiliations of terrorists.

He roared, "What right do you have to live?!"

He kept punching her, his eyes bloodshot. "Why are you alive, you bastard? What right do you have to live? You made me lose my mother! You made me lose my mother!!!"

He will never forget the devastating news from that year.

A phone call.

His beloved mother lost her life when this bastard made a driving mistake, crashing into a roadside wall.

He lost his loved ones overnight.

She could only hide in a corner and cry secretly.

Tony's tears welled up again, and he pounded his fists on the other man frantically, only to find himself in unbearable pain, his fists bleeding.

He collapsed to his knees in despair.

He pounded the ground hard.

Anger, helplessness, and frustration intertwined in my heart.

Ethan looked at Natasha.

Natasha shrugged helplessly; she hadn't expected Tony to react so strongly. However, she was also curious, "Howard, didn't you bring his mother back to life too?"

After all, in her opinion.

The Stark family is very large and powerful.

Since they were able to create clones of themselves back then.

Why not just clone Tony's mother, Maria?

There probably is!

A devastated Tony looked up abruptly, his anger instantly transforming into expectation and pleading at those words. His voice trembled as he whispered, "I love you, Dad..."

Hey.

That face changed so quickly!