Marvel turns into Iron Man

It seemed that Miss Stark was the leader of the group.

Trevor, whose hands were tightly handcuffed, broke away from the agent's hand and ran to Miss Stark's side.

Because the other party was just an ordinary person, the SHIELD agent just followed him a few steps.

"I'm just an actor, can you let me go."

It seemed that the old thing only realized what was waiting for him at this time.

"Why did you handcuff him? Did he need to be handcuffed?"

"Why waste such a magnetic energy handcuff."

"Just such a piece of trash can outrun you if you want to run?"

Miss Stark's eyes fell on the face of the agent behind Trevor.

The agent smiled awkwardly, and immediately released the magnetic handcuffs on Trevor's wrist.

"If I can provide some information, can you not send me to prison..."

Trevor smiled obsequiously at Miss Stark.

"If you can really give some useful information... yes."

Miss Stark thought for a while, then nodded slightly.

Anyway, this guy didn't have any major crimes.

Even if it was brought to court, at most it was only the defendant's crime of intimidation.

It's better to just use his mouth to push the plot forward.

"All I know is... that there's some kind of plan, and it seems the Secretary of State was mentioned."

"I don't know anything else, really, they never tell me."

Seeing that the wrinkles on Trevor's old face were almost bursting out of laughter, Miss Stark couldn't help but smiled slightly.

"You said it like you didn't say it, Trevor."

She has always been clear about the Secretary of State collaborating with the enemy.

But what she knew from the enemy's mouth was different from what she said herself.

"Uh...but I really don't know anything else."

The crazy old man looked distressed.

"Okay, you passed."

"I'll help you change your life sentence into a fixed-term sentence, you're welcome."

Hearing Miss Stark's words, Trevor was also happy.

But when he heard the latter sentence, his face collapsed again.

"It will be fine to hand him over to someone from the National Security Agency during the handover later."

She gave instructions to the SHIELD agent who was in charge of guarding Trevor.

The agent nodded, and took the poor old man away halfway.

"What did he say about the Secretary of State?"

After hearing the old man's news, Rhodes became more and more at a loss.

"God knows what happened to the Secretary of State, there must be something wrong."

Miss Stark shrugged, not seeming to mind.

Originally, she didn't care too much. The so-called Secretary of State was nothing more than a spy of the enemy at a high level.

The enemy's ultimate goal is still himself, and this will never change.

For a guy like Killian with a dark and narrow mind, Miss Stark herself also has a headache.

But how could Rhodes know the twists and turns?

"Listen, Toni, you have to help me."

He pressed Miss Stark's shoulder and said solemnly.

"I know you have a hard time with those people in the White House, but that's not an excuse to put them in danger for no reason."

"More importantly, as superheroes, we cannot ignore such things."

"So, I beg you, help me."

Rhodes is ready to persuade her with emotion and reason.

Her steel armor has been taken away, and she is the only one she can rely on.

In fact, if Miss Stark didn't know, she wasn't very interested in this matter.

After all, both Pepper and Maya are safe, and other things have nothing to do with her.

However, this general ignorance of avoidance cannot solve the problem itself.

Besides, I haven't given Killian a good beating yet.

She kept this beating in her heart, and she would never give up.

"Unless you can promise to turn a blind eye to what happens after this."

Miss Stark's words made Rhodes fall into a daze.

"What did you say? Turn a blind eye to something?"

He really didn't understand the meaning hidden in her words.

"It's nothing, just pretend I didn't say—"

Miss Stark didn't want to repeat some words a second time.

"So what are we going to do now?"

Rhodes looked at the busy people on the lawn of the manor.

Asked the SHIELD agents who had completed Miss Stark's request.

"What to do... of course wait."

Miss Stark didn't think the other party would pick a fight at night.

After all, I still need to catch up on beauty sleep, so the enemy will definitely sleep too.

She thought mischievously, but didn't notice that Lang Muluo walked behind her from the other side.

"Cough...sir, I have something to report."

Lang Mlow gave Rhodes a meaningful look, and Rhodes turned around and left cooperatively.

Only Miss Stark and Rumlow were left standing on the lawn.

"It's you, what's the matter?"

She slowly turned around and stared at the man who suddenly appeared.

"Rumlow, how long has it been since we met?"

Miss Stark looked him up and down for a long time, before floating out such a sentence lightly.

Lang Muluo was taken aback by her sudden words, and was speechless for a while.

"Lang Muluo, what kind of person do you think I am?"

"You are a...respectable person."

After thinking for a long time, Lang Muluo sighed and said.

He really admires Miss Stark from the bottom of his heart and appreciates everything she does.

"You are equally respectable, Mr. Rumlow."

"People have to obey their own desires, but what is valuable is that you can stay awake amidst your desires."

Miss Stark smiled, very broadly.

But that smile made Lang Muluo feel hairy in his heart.

He stretched his hands behind his back, and from the front it was just an ordinary straddle.

But only he knew that he had touched a miniature dagger in his hand.

He felt that he had already been looked down upon in front of this woman.

The result of looking at the light is naturally exposed to her eyes.

Her eyes were very close to a cold-blooded viper.

There is no steel armor around her, and she does not have any weapons on her body.

I can kill her if I want to, I must kill her.

Hydra doesn't allow failure, and if I can't finish her, it's me who will die.

Regardless of whether I can kill her right now, it will only be me who will die.

"It's just that the drama has already reached this point..."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and see the final outcome?"

But the last sentence she said made Lang Muluo hesitate again.

What you call...the endgame...

So, in your heart, is all this just a drama performed in front of you?

PS:

Trying to use the intuitive perspective of the crossbones

Highlight Miss Stark's playful attitude

But no matter how I write, I can't write that feeling

Sure enough, I'm too immature