Superman in Marvel: Practicing Devouring Techniques, Unrivaled in the Universe

"Wow, it's finally starting, Jarvis, remember to record it."

At the outermost edge of the crowd, Leon, who had just returned from space, was holding a bucket of popcorn, looking like he was enjoying a good show.

Even though the timing was not right, it was still a chance to watch a big Marvel event live.

“Mr. Leon, you seem to be looking forward to Mr. Tony’s next speech?”

Suddenly a voice came from the side.

Leon frowned slightly, glanced at the person who spoke, and stopped as he was about to walk away.

"You are……?"

An acquaintance!

Leon recognized at a glance the middle-aged man next to him who was dressed in a suit, had a slightly bald forehead and a kind face.

Isn’t this Coulson, a die-hard fan of Captain America?

"My name is Phil Coulson, from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency." Coulson handed over a business card with a smile.

"What a tongue-twisting name. What do you want to talk to me about?" Lyon took the business card.

"We are a department independent of the FBI and CIA. We want to talk to you about some recent events in the Middle East."

Leon glanced at the business card and stuffed it back into Coulson's hand.

"You don't have to ask me. What Tony wants to talk about now is what happened there. You just need to wait."

Coulson looked at Tony on the stage in surprise, and had a feeling that something big was going to happen today.

"Thank you." He nodded politely to Leon, then walked out, took out his communication equipment and started contacting his superiors.

……

"Well...recently, I'm sure you've all been paying attention to what's happening in the Middle East."

Tony flipped through a few pages of his speech on the stage and threw them aside.

"There are some barbarians there with weapons they got from nowhere, killing civilians wantonly."

"Of course, it was Obadiah who secretly supplied them with weapons in the past."

"Now he's gone, but those people still have weapons!"

Tony was about to continue when a reporter raised his hand and asked, "Are you talking about the Ten Rings that kidnapped you and were then destroyed by Superman?"

"Uh, almost, but there are some differences in the details." Tony choked.

As expected, no matter what the matter is, these reporters can always link it to Superman!

Tony chose to abandon the long-winded foreshadowing and go straight to the key points.

"You are also aware that most of the Ten Rings' forces are in the Middle East."

Actually, it was in Afghanistan.

"There was a man in steel armor there recently, who wiped out the gang."

"A lot of people started paying attention to him and thought he was a hero."

"I want to say that he has many shortcomings and made many mistakes when he was young, but you still think he is a hero, which is actually..."

Another reporter raised his hand: "Are you talking about the Iron Man who recently imitated Superman? You know him well?"

Tony's words got stuck in his throat.

He looked at the reporter for a long time.

Then suddenly he said, "That's Iron Man! Not Iron Lad!"

"And, I, am, Iron Man!"

"..."

There was silence.

Everyone looked at Tony, thinking he was livening up the atmosphere.

There were even a few people who forced out dry laughs to join in the fun, indicating that they were indeed amused.

The only one in the crowd who was actually laughing, and even laughing happily, was Leon.

This made Tony's face darken.

He pursed his lips in annoyance, took a step back, and shook his hands, revealing two bracelets.

"Jarvis!"

boom!

The next moment, an elliptical metal flying cabin rushed in from outside and passed over the reporters' heads.

Amid screams and dodging, the flight module disintegrated and covered Tony.

"I am Iron Man."

The armor was put on and the visor was closed, and the crisp sound of iron scales snapping together could be heard continuously.

Tony once again announced his identity in a calm but firm tone.

This time everyone was looking at him in shock.

The golden-red armor in the center of the podium was like an industrial treasure, shining brightly.

Everyone's heart was trembling.

Then, a huge crowd surged, with hundreds of arms raised high, rushing to the podium and noisily asking their questions.

……

evening.

"Honestly, you might as well just wear your armor and then you won't be stumped by reporters' questions."

Leon pushed open the door of the mansion and said to Tony behind him.

After the press conference.

Pepper forced him and Tony to sit in the company for a whole day.

The mountain of documents seemed to have no end.

The super brain seemed to make a sound of protest.

Leon decided.

Wait until Natasha rescues all Widow agents.

Let her be the president of the Internet company.

This job is a bit tiring.

But it seems that he trusts Natasha!

Natasha must feel a great sense of accomplishment as she handles multiple transactions worth tens of billions of US dollars every day!

As for establishing an organization, leave it to Yelena.

The little girl needs more exercise to grow up quickly.

The more Lyon thought about it, the more they felt that this decision was feasible. It would be another win-win situation for all three parties!

Anyway, there is no way I can attend this class.

He worked before traveling through time and he still worked after traveling through time, so didn’t he travel through time in vain?

But that’s all for later.

Now, he just wanted to have a good dinner.

Use delicious food to heal the fatigue from work.

However, as soon as he walked through the door, Leon stopped.

Tony's questioning voice followed behind him.

"Do you really think so? I saw it clearly at the time, and you were the one laughing the loudest in the whole audience!"

"If I... why are you standing still?"

Tony popped his head out from behind Leon.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

A man in a black windbreaker hanging down to his ankles, with his back to the two of them, was looking out the window at the sea in a lonely manner.

That dark head, deliberately mysterious style.

Who else could it be but Nick Fury.

"Jarvis?" Tony called.

"Welcome home, Mr. Stark and Master Leon." Jarvis responded immediately.

"It looks like local electromagnetic shielding. Good technology." Tony praised. He realized that part of Jarvis' monitoring area was blocked.

He looked at Leon: "What do you think we should do?"

Leon snapped his fingers: "Jarvis, use the armor to blast the man standing in front of the French window out."

"Okay, Master."

Immediately, the sound of a mechanical assembly was heard from downstairs.

"Wait! Don't get excited!" Nick Fury, who was dressed in a cool and serious manner, panicked and turned around quickly.

"I'm the Director of SHIELD, Nick...HouGiKrab!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Jarvis had already controlled Super Mark 1 to go upstairs.

The blue and red armor raised both hands, with the cluster guns ready to fire.

"Fuck it! I'll be back! We need to talk!"

Nick Fury saw that the artificial intelligence had no intention of stopping, so he broke through the floor-to-ceiling window and jumped off the cliff.

boom!

After he jumped off the cliff, the cluster artillery passed by him.

"Good job!"

Tony praised, walked to the window, and watched a parachute slowly unfold under the cliff.

"That guy really has a lot of back-up plans, just like what you described." He sighed.

Leon also came over: “Jarvis, it seems we have to upgrade you, otherwise anyone can break in.”

"Master, if it was the mainframe of the Sky Fortress, I shouldn't be blocked by him."

"Wow, you still know how to make requests. Then I'll upgrade your console!"

Tony looked at Leon at this time: "Come to think of it, if your Black Widow's men had been kicked out by you when they came yesterday, we wouldn't have been able to find the Red House."

"Why didn't you do it then?" he asked.

"Because there are some things I want to confirm." Leon blew towards the French window, blowing all the debris off the cliff.

"I plan to get some information from her, so I won't chase her away directly."

"What information?"

"secret."

"You and I have such a secret? I think you are just greedy for her body!" Tony raised his voice.

"Of course, this factor is involved. I just made the mistake that all men would make." Leon walked towards his room.

"...You make sense." Tony put himself in her shoes and realized that he had no way of rejecting a beautiful woman who came to his door.