Rick and Morty: My Grandfather is Rick?

Hawkeye had previously found some of the tasks assigned to him by Director Fury to be outrageous.

Now...it's even more outrageous...

He's at least a god-like enemy, and I'll be responsible for his security...

What? I, Clinton... Clint Barton, am now a top-tier (T0) starting lineup member among superheroes?

They keep shoving all sorts of garbage tasks into my hands.

Today they're gods, tomorrow what? Godslayers?

The bow in my hand might not even be as hard as someone else's fingers.

I'm afraid that even if I swung a bow and fired three hundred arrows in a second, I still wouldn't be able to hurt anyone in the slightest!

With a hint of resentment towards Fury, Hawkeye and Morty went downstairs to pick up Somme. The three of them then left the seemingly ordinary building in New York, which was actually the office building of S.H.I.E.L.D.

We arrived at the roadside.

Sangmei's Ferrari and a black SUV were parked on the side of the road at the same time.

Morty gestured to someone if they wanted to sit down together.

Hawkeye shook his head, indicating that he would stay in the car behind, to ensure safety from a wider perspective.

"In that case, let's go to Stark Tower."

"Where are you going and what are you doing?"

"That party prince, does he ever skip a single event?"

I was surprised to hear that Tony's fame had spread so far and wide, that his fame for organizing parties and events had even reached beyond Earth and into the Milky Way.

It's astonishing that a mysterious deity, after appearing in another state, went straight to New York City and specifically requested to see the other party by name.

This naturally caused Hawkeye's lips to twitch violently, and he began to secretly wonder if he should also consider doing something fancy.

It's not that he wanted to pursue any fame.

Instead... he's not happy that he can become famous just by organizing events!

If it were just solid achievements, Hawkeye would have nothing to say. But since when has the reputation of organizing events been able to spread across interstellar space?

With his resentment at its peak, Hawkeye got into the car and started calling Tony.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Tony answered the phone and immediately said that he was very busy and had to spend a lot of time repairing Stark Tower, which had been damaged in the Battle of New York.

So whether you're busy or not, don't call yourself.

In short, I'm exhausted after the New York battle and need to spend a lot of time adjusting my mindset. I might even need to do some sheep yoga or something.

If you...

"A deity is rushing towards you, less than ten kilometers away."

"Fuck! When did your S.H.I.E.L.D. warning system become so lax? It took you ten kilometers to warn me!!" Tony cursed, put down his phone, and prepared to activate his armor.

Before Hawkeye could even speak, he panicked and yelled into the phone, "I'm here to play with you! Don't mess around! Think about Loki! Think about how difficult it was for you to deal with him!!!"

"You want me to come play? A woman?" Tony, who was only half-wearing his armor, asked with some confusion.

"It's a man, a...little boy...try your best not to make him hostile; he's like Loki, not easy to deal with..."

Chapter 216 Don't overthink it, we're all from parallel universes.

Some geniuses prefer an ascetic lifestyle.

Some geniuses, burdened with blood debts and curses, struggle forward step by step.

Some geniuses indulge in sensual pleasures, build harems, and collect supermodels like stamps, all to while away the long yet fleeting years of their lives.

But if we were to say what they have in common...

It must be due to an unruly personality.

Geniuses whose IQs far surpass those of ordinary people can't stand it when someone who is clearly not as smart as them tries to tell them what to do. Wouldn't that make them look stupid?

So when Hawkeye said that Morty just wanted to come and have some fun.

Tony was unhappy.

I am Iron Man, with assets worth trillions, hundreds of thousands of employees, and an arms industry spanning the globe. I am also a pure white man, and the military-industrial complex is an unshakeable behemoth in the eyes of ordinary people... I am a part of it!

Now, if any random deity or spirit appears, I'll have to serve them hand and foot and prepare all sorts of activities for them.

Are you kidding me?!

So when Morty arrived in front of Stark Tower, he saw Tony in his armor, holding a donut, eating it while looking down at him with an arrogant gaze.

"Tony, what are you doing?" Hawkeye immediately stepped forward and whispered a reprimand to Tony for pushing things to the worst possible angle.

But Tony completely ignored him and instead said to Morty, "Kid, I'm not targeting you, but this guy just called me and said he was coming over and asked me to arrange some activities. I'm not some event organizer, I don't expect to arrange activities for every random person who shows up, do I?"

"Wouldn't that make me seem like I have no status at all?"

Do you think this makes sense?

“Of course that doesn’t make sense,” Morty replied calmly, then snapped his fingers. “But I trust you. Once you’ve witnessed my power, you’ll surely provide me with some fun activities in the shortest amount of time.”

Morty had barely finished speaking.

As always, the four evil gods led the way, with the four evil gods revealing half of their original forms, completely occupying the road in front of Stark Tower.

This time, there were many more characters than before, including some from other anime and movies, and even alien armies.

When the entire area around Stark Tower was filled with people.

Tony exclaimed in surprise, "The Matrix?"

"Wrong, one person is an army."

"Alright, I do have a little event that I can arrange." After secretly having Jarvis manipulate the armored legion and quietly poking at a certain guy, Tony discovered that these things were not projections or illusions, but real. Tony then said that the event was no problem.

As long as New York City doesn't experience another major battle, that's fine.

Morty, who was merely demonstrating his strength, recalled everyone except Tzeentch from his mind. The chattering pink-haired girl excitedly asked, "Where are the handsome guys? Where are the handsome guys? It's nighttime now, where's the nightclub vibe I'm looking for?"

Morty: "..."

Sangmei: "..."

Tony: "..."

After this little incident, Tony had Happy drive out his Lincoln limousine from his garage and invited the group to get in.

Having become curious about Morty's power, and also in order to have a way to counter Morty, Tony had Jarvis secretly begin to gather information, while he himself, with a reserved air, clinked glasses with the others and displayed his playboy charm.

As it turns out, Tony's rise to become the king of stamp collecting at a certain point in time was clearly not solely due to spending money.

This guy perfectly embodies what it means to be handsome, tall, and also possess impressive social skills.

Behind this seemingly enthusiastic demeanor, which contradicts the film portrayal, lies a barrier that is difficult for ordinary people to perceive.

Morty, not in the mood to be Tony's life coach, picked up his glass, downed three glasses in one go, and, fueled by the alcohol, rolled down the car window, letting the wind blow in and watching the streets and people rushing past, letting out a joyful roar.

These past few days have been the most enjoyable days of my life, making Morty even more excited for the upcoming New York-style Tony-inspired nightclub experience.

The car started from Stark Tower, passed through Times Square, and finally stopped in front of a nightclub.

Before even getting out of the car, Morty was immediately drawn to the supermodels lining the two rows of people in front of the nightclub.

"Go go go, no need to think too much, pick up your glasses and let's drink!"

Amid Tony's inflammatory words, Morty was the first to get out of the car. Two supermodels came forward, bent down on either side, gently stroked his cheeks, and spoke in soft voices.

"Baby, tonight..."

"Little brother, I have something I'd like to show you."

The opening was so provocative and explicit that the seasoned Morty promptly led the two women into a nightclub, planning to discuss rugby with them once they had had enough to drink.

As soon as Morty went in, Tzeentch and Hawkeye followed him in.

Seeing that Sang Mei hadn't gone in, Tony asked curiously, "Why aren't you going in? Are you not used to it, or what?"

Sangmei, who wanted to have some fun but suddenly felt that nightclubs weren't really a place to have fun, looked at Tony with a sullen mood and said, "Tell me... what's the point of this? Everyone knows what's going to happen next, but they have to pretend to be excited. Is all this fun?"

Holding a martini, Tony chuckled and retorted in his magnetic voice, which had captivated supermodels, young girls, and mature women alike, "Since we know that we are on the road to death from birth, does that mean we should stop trying to live each day to the fullest just because we are going to die?"

"That's so unlike you." In order to strike up a conversation with a handsome student, she had specifically researched male preferences and watched Marvel movies. She gave Tony a strange evaluation.

"You seem to know me quite well. Come to think of it, Hawkeye told me a lot about who I am and what I've done. Does that mean my fame has really increased throughout the universe because of the Chitauri incident?"

Tony, who harbored genuine doubts, watched Sangmei with interest, hoping for an answer. He never expected Sangmei's next words...

"I saw it in a comic book."

"Oh, comics. It seems those comic book companies are even selling their comics to other planets to make a profit. Their market expansion capabilities are truly impressive..."

"No, I saw your comic in my own world."

"What? Your world? You're not from this world?"

Sensing something amiss in Tony's tone, Sangmei, who had been nonchalant and intoxicated by alcohol and had a bit of a loose tongue, froze as if waking from a dream.

Turning her head to look at the muscles on her face gradually tensing up, she quickly explained, "Don't overthink it. We come from other parallel universes. It doesn't mean you live in a fictional world within ours. We are all real."

"I...don't believe it!"

Chapter 217 The Brain in a Vat?

"I've already said it, you're not a fictional character, you really exist in our world, there are even comics about you!"

"Really, don't get excited!"

"You need to be clear about whether you actually exist. Doesn't this completely contradict what you told me before?"

In the laboratory on the top floor of Stark Tower, Tony, who had rushed back, led Somme into the room filled with experimental equipment.

Tony, who had Jarvis immediately begin collecting all information about time, space, two-dimensional and three-dimensional things, sat in a chair, holding a bottle of wine, silently sipping it.

Sangmei tried to leave, but was blocked by the armor. She had no choice but to persuade Tony not to get too hung up on the matter.

Because... just as you yourself said.