The 5000-year-old girl in American comics

"He probably wants you to leave." Diana knew what that arrogant and conceited man meant by calling Pepper at this time, and could even roughly guess why he wanted Pepper to leave.

Pepper nodded, her beautiful blue eyes showing concern for Tony.

"Then you should leave first. Don't worry. That arrogant girl won't joke around with her own life," Diana said earnestly to Pepper.

"And what about you, Diana?" Pepper realized as soon as she said this that she hadn't thought it through. A woman who could throw the Iron Monger flying probably wouldn't be worried about this little bit of danger.

"I'll be fine," Diana simply shook her head.

Diana knew exactly what Tony's goal was: to bully Obadiah because he was a poor student and use the high-altitude icing problem to make him fall from a great height.

However, its bulky size provided far greater defensive capabilities than Tony had imagined.

Pepper didn't say anything more, but simply told Coulson and the other man to get in the car and leave.

After Pepper and the others left, Diana took out her phone and called Tony Stark.

"Tell me, do you need my help?" Diana said.

"I don't know what your relationship is with that Wonder Woman, but right now I just want you to help me subdue Stan."

Diana frowned: "Aren't we going to kill him? There's no point in keeping him alive."

Diana couldn't understand why Tony only asked himself to subdue Obadiah. Couldn't Tony bring himself to kill someone who wanted to kill her? Then she had made a mistake in coming here. A hero who is too saintly will only create more villains and more lives.

“No, I’m going to take care of him myself!” Tony’s answer was undeniably in line with Diana’s thoughts.

This is what a normal hero should be like, okay?

"Okay!" Diana watched as the Iron Monger, accompanied by specks of ice, fell straight down from the sky and hung up the phone.

A flash of lightning seemed to appear in Diana's eyes, and her whole body radiated divine power. As the divine power surged, her dress transformed into her signature form-fitting armor.

Just as the Iron Monger restored its system, Obadiah saw the road gleaming under the neon lights.

"boom!"

The Iron Monger crashed directly onto the road next to the Stark Industrial Park, and vehicles unable to avoid it crashed into it.

Shaking his head, Obadiah came to his senses and saw the car that had hit him, and also spotted Tony Stark's image on the visor screen. He picked up the unfortunate car and smashed it towards Tony Stark.

Just as Tony regained his balance and was about to catch the car, a beautiful figure blocked his way.

Diana easily caught the car that the Iron Monger threw at her, while the middle-aged woman inside was terrified, and two children inside were crying loudly.

Diana wisely lowered the car from the side. With the driver already frightened, Diana didn't want to be dragged along by the car like history had never changed.

Sure enough, the car that had just been put down sped off as if it had seen a green light on a racetrack.

"I still can't imagine how you did it, if you're not a mutant." Tony looked at the woman in front of him who wasn't exactly strong. "Besides, where did you conjure up that suit?"

The Diana of today is clearly not the same dress she wore when I arrived.

Diana didn't want to answer his question. Her body hovered in the air, her toes lightly touching the air, and she suddenly accelerated straight towards the Iron Monger.

Obadiah didn't just stand there dumbfounded watching Diana fly over; he wanted to launch an effective counterattack, but unfortunately, the distance between them was too short, giving him no time to retaliate.

A pair of slender hands sliced ​​through tofu like a sharp blade, piercing directly into the Iron Monger's breastplate.

With arms outstretched, Diana ripped open the Iron Monger's breastplate, revealing Obadiah's torso. However, Diana cleverly avoided the small arc reactor, as that too could explode.

Although she wouldn't get hurt, she would still be a bit embarrassed. She doesn't have a body of steel, so she even needs to use heat vision to cut her hair.

"This is impossible!" Obadiah couldn't understand how a suit of armor that even Tony Stark's weapons couldn't destroy could be torn apart by bare hands.

"She really can tear armor apart with her bare hands!" Tony really didn't expect Jarvis's words to come true; this woman really could tear armor apart with her bare hands.

Under Tony's gaze, Diana casually removed the Arc Reactor without returning it to Tony, since this little thing could at least save her a year's worth of electricity bills.

As for how to install it, we've done Tony such a big favor, we can't just refuse to install a generator.

"He's yours now."

Tony felt like he'd heard that phrase somewhere before; it sounded so familiar.

But now is not the time to think about that. For Tony Stark, the most important thing right now is to deal with Obadiah's situation.

Tony pulled the Iron Monger back up and left the highway. He had originally wanted Diana to leave with him, but she was already gone.

Tony took Obadiah to District 16, where he had been hiding all along.

Nobody knows what happened in District 16, but Pepper saw Tony that day.

A man with red eyes.

Chapter 38 "I am Iron Man."

Sitting backstage at the press conference, Diana calmly flipped through the newspaper in her hand, while Pepper Potts across from her was covering up the scars on Tony's face.

The television next to them was also showing James Rhodes' comments on the two tin men in the road battle that were filmed yesterday.

"Unconfirmed reports claim that a prototype robot malfunctioned, damaging the Arc Reactor. Fortunately, one of Tony Stark's..."

“Iron Man, it’s catchy and catchy. Strictly speaking, it’s not accurate, because my suit is made of titanium alloy, but the imagery is clear.” Tony also picked up a newspaper and flipped through it, the cover of which featured a heroic image of him landing.

Coulson then walked over and handed Tony a prepared statement, a perfect alibi: "This is your alibi."

“OK.” Tony reluctantly took the small speech draft.

This was followed by a series of explanations from Coulson to prove that Tony Stark had indeed not appeared.

“You might as well say it’s just me and Pepper,” Tony said nonchalantly.

Pepper chuckled as she tore off the band-aid from Tony's eyebrow.

The two exchanged a silent glance.

Seeing this, Coulson said nothing more, only telling Tony that he would be going on stage to speak in a minute and a half.

"So, why are you here?" Tony asked, looking at Diana who seemed to be on vacation. This woman was an oversized third wheel that no one could ignore.

"Why can't it be here?" Diana didn't even look up. "Have I disturbed you?"

Tony was speechless. He did indeed have different feelings for Pepper than those he had just had casual sex with before. Perhaps he would have a proper relationship with her.

But not now, since we still have to keep drinking that disgusting green beverage.

Diana didn't say anything more, after all, she wanted to leave some room for maneuver. She walked out with elegant steps, and although being a warrior didn't exactly make her seem elegant, she still exuded an air of grace.

"I reckon this woman will never find a boyfriend in her life," Tony muttered, watching Diana leave.

Pepper rolled her eyes at Tony, clearly annoyed.

Diana stood next to Coulson, looked around, and said, "I'm quite curious, why hasn't anyone taken a picture of me?"

Coulson touched his nose awkwardly and said, "We spent a lot of money to fix your photo problem. Some things are just not easy for people to accept."

"It's the same old story. Mutants can still appear in everyone's sight, right?" Diana didn't believe this nonsense at all. They'd let mutants roam around, but they couldn't accept superhumans showing their faces?

Coulson cleared his throat: "Mutants are already well known to the public, and besides, mutants nowadays pose absolutely no threat in any sense."

Diana glanced at Coulson and didn't press him further; this was not something a lowly agent like him could control.

“Fury must be very busy right now,” Diana said calmly. “If he has discovered something, he should be in a terrible predicament.”

Coulson ripped off his headset the moment Diana mentioned Nick Fury's name: "I'm not entirely sure either, but the director is no longer going back to Trisonic Wings."

Coulson paused for a moment: "But we will still receive orders through Agent Hill."

Diana nodded and dropped the subject: "Do you think today's press conference might bring something you've never anticipated?"

"Uh... probably not." Coulson was a little taken aback by Diana's abrupt change in conversation.

“I don’t think so.” Diana noticed that the mustachioed man was speaking somewhat incoherently when questioned by a blonde female reporter, until Rod reminded him to read from his prepared statement.

Tony paused, raised the speech in his hand, opened his mouth, but ultimately put it down.

"Although things may not turn out the way you expect, the fact is..."

"I am Iron Man."

As expected of Tony Stark. No matter the situation, he never agrees to hide himself.

Patting Coulson on the shoulder, Diana said, "Congratulations, handsome. I can't hide it anymore, you're probably going to be working overtime again."

Coulson could no longer maintain his composure and picked up the phone to call his chief.

Watching Coulson's hurried steps, Diana couldn't help but feel sad for his receding hairline, which had been steadily receding ever since she met him.

Diana didn't want to get involved. In a sense, she and Nick Fury were now completely estranged, and getting involved at this time would only arouse suspicion.

The stage was in complete chaos, and Tony had already left the stage that was setting the stage for the superhero era under the cover of his security personnel.

Everyone wants to know more and more exciting news; it's not just about making a living, but also about the nature of a journalist.

Amid the chaos, Diana quietly left the venue and returned to the backstage preparation room.

Perhaps there's a good show to watch there.

Sure enough, as soon as I arrived backstage, I heard Little Chili's voice breaking down.

"Are you crazy? Why did you say that?!"

“I just feel that it’s the right thing to do. I should take responsibility for all of this, and I can take responsibility for all of this.” Tony’s voice was full of confidence. “And look, the moment I admitted it, our stock price went crazy!”

Diana really didn't understand what Tony was thinking, that he actually hoped to use the stock price to gain Pepper's forgiveness, or rather, her agreement with his actions.

Pepper, she's just worried about Tony.

“Looks like I’ve come at the wrong time.” Diana pushed open the door at just the right moment and saw that it wasn’t two people, but two fighting bulls that had been provoked by the waving of the red cloth. “Relax, relax.”

Diana walked between the two men and made a pressing-down gesture with both hands.

“There’s nothing you can’t talk about.” Diana tossed out a Lasso of Truth and placed it around Tony’s wrist.

"Hey! Is this some kind of magic prop?" Tony asked Diana, looking at the glowing Lasso of Truth on his wrist.

Diana paid no attention to what the mustachioed man was saying. Just as she was about to explain her Lasso of Truth to Pepper, she was interrupted by Pepper's exclamation: "The Lasso of Truth can..."

"That's the Lasso of Truth!" Pepper recognized the Lasso of Truth immediately, something Diana had never imagined. "So you're Wonder Woman!"

"You know about the Lasso of Truth?" Although she knew that this world had its own comic book characters, she would never associate Pepper with a comic book fan. How could a powerful woman who could support the entire Stark Industries be a comic book fan of her own?

Pepper looked at Diana somewhat shyly: "You were the most beloved character for many of us when we were little."

“Wait, why didn’t I know about this?” Tony interrupted the conversation, addressing Pepper. Besides, he still had the Lasso of Truth wrapped around his wrist.