God on Earth

At 3:20 in the morning, Pepper Potts stood smiling quietly downstairs at Heisenberg Mansion.

She didn't know how long she'd waited, but by the time Happy helped Tony out, her pupils were practically blazing.

"Let me go, seriously... how could I possibly drink less than him!"

Tony's polished leather shoes had already been scraping along the ground, their once mirror-like surface now scuffed and battered.

But even drunk as a skunk, the moment he saw Pepper—

"Damn Heisenberg, pour me another drink if you've got the guts, I... oh my god, Pepper?!!"

Whoosh!

Stark snapped upright in an instant.

"And what would you like, Mr. Stark?"

Pepper asked gently.

Tony pursed his lips, instinctively tugging at his collar.

"I... I really drank too much!"

Thud!

He collapsed straight onto the car.

Happy tried to squeeze in with lowered eyes, but Pepper blocked him completely outside the vehicle.

"Take my car back. I want to drive him myself for once—he didn't bring home any of those trashy magazine girls tonight."

As Pepper finished speaking, Happy shot Stark a sympathetic glance.

The supposedly unconscious Stark silently twitched the corner of his mouth.

Catching Stark's signal not to leave, Happy wisely chickened out.

"The keys and the boss are all yours. Have fun, you two!"

With that, he vanished in an instant...

Watching Happy disappear, Pepper smiled helplessly, then slid into the driver's seat of the Koenigsegg.

Ignition, gas, the car rolled forward slowly.

Just then, Pepper froze.

"Huh?"

She patted Tony's arm.

"Did I drink as much as you? Why does it look like someone's waving in the sky?"

Hearing this, Tony forced his bleary eyes open and glanced in the direction Pepper pointed.

Looking up, Tony of course knew it was Heisenberg.

He was floating at the intersection, waving goodbye.

But wasn't this bastard being a little too careless?

Couldn't he hide his identity just a bit? Did he have to flaunt his abilities and steal the attention meant for me?

As these thoughts swirled, the tipsy Iron Man suddenly shot up.

Don't forget—he was still wearing his portable armor.

That was also why Pepper dared to drive Tony herself, without worrying about kidnapping or robbery.

But now, Tony's Mark V portable armor burst straight out of the Koenigsegg, flying toward Heisenberg's figure.

In the eyes of countless reporters watching Iron Man, he charged at a man floating in the sky with unstoppable momentum!!!

And the next moment.

BOOM!!!

A violent shockwave sent Pepper's hair whipping wildly.

Pepper was completely stunned. What just happened?

Tony had flown into the sky for some reason—thankfully the car was a convertible...

Then Tony was back in the car, except a burly man in pajamas was pressing his head and chest, forcing him from the sky back into the seat?

This burly man?

Pajamas?

An ambiguous pose?

And Tony was on the bottom...

"Wah!"

Pepper nearly burst into tears.

Luckily, the burly man quickly explained himself.

"Pepper Potts, tsk tsk, Iron Man's sweetheart.

I'm Heisenberg. Sorry I got this bastard a bit drunk. Bear with me!"

"Bear with you, of course. So can you let Tony go now?"

"Only if he stops charging at me!"

Heisenberg smiled as he released Tony.

Then he hovered in front of the Koenigsegg and flipped Tony off with a prominent middle finger.

"Bye-bye, Tony the lightweight..."

"Fuck you, Heisenberg, fuck you..."

Tony raised a hand in a sluggish response.

With that, Heisenberg flew off with a grin, soon stopping at the base of his own tower.

A few reporters tried to swarm him, but Heisenberg just shook his head at them.

"Go chase that drunk playboy. Don't waste your energy on me. I'm off to find my own fun!"

With that, Heisenberg shot into the air.

By the time the reporters recovered from their shock and started searching for his position, he was already in bed with two of the hottest girls.

After a small night of exertion, Heisenberg climbed out of bed, pushing aside the girls' arms and legs.

Once he'd shoved away the octopus-like obstacles, he strolled naked all the way to the pool.

As he plunged into the water, he muttered to himself.

"What's the price to dispose of all my leaked bodily fluids?"

"Zero point six two squares."

"OK!"

Heisenberg ignored whatever complaints the system might have and pushed its value closer to that Du brand.

Poor system...

And poor S.H.I.E.L.D. too...

Just one day had passed, and all the countless samples of Heisenberg's saliva and cells they'd collected had vanished completely.

Forget S.H.I.E.L.D., let's get back to Heisenberg.

After swimming for a bit, Heisenberg noticed Barbara starting to deal with the two girls he'd worked over last night.

But those women didn't have a shred of last night's charm now.

After all, who'd have any energy left after fighting a Kryptonian all night?

Besides, Barbara had brought thugs straight into the villa to kick them out!

The girls, rudely woken from bed, were furious and kept shouting for Heisenberg to come say goodbye.

But Barbara wasn't having it. She and her female thugs just dragged the girls away, bedsheets and all...

After a while, the rooftop fell silent again.

Barbara frowned, carrying a towel over to the pool.

"Can you really bear to make me your trash collector every day?"

"What do you want to be, trash?"

Heisenberg asked with a grin, then floated out of the pool.

Not caring whether Barbara was peeking, he took the towel, dried off briefly, wrapped it around his waist, and strolled toward a lounge chair.

"I never thought you'd end up this lazy. Back in S.H.I.E.L.D., your arrogance made me think you couldn't wait to do something to the world!"

Watching Heisenberg's leisurely pace ahead, Barbara couldn't help sighing.

Hearing her words, Heisenberg replied without turning around.

"What do you think I'd do, blow up the planet? Sunbathing is the real priority!"

As he spoke, he threw himself back into the sunlight to bake.

"Don't you care about your Nightclub? Billy's asking about the theme for next season."

"I do care. Here!"

Heisenberg flickered, zipped to the locker, pulled out a camera, and tossed it to Barbara.

"There's an embarrassing photo of Tony Stark in there. Print it out as a poster. Next season's theme is the Iron Age!"

"Hmph, poor Iron Man. He looks like he's about to cry from fright!"

"Haha, yeah, Barbara. Look at it from another angle, and he looks more like he's constipated!"

"Tony will hate you for the rest of your life!"

"Do I look scared?"

While Heisenberg basked in the sunlight, greedily absorbing solar radiation, Tony had already crawled out of bed.

As always, his instinct was to shake off the hand of his bedmate.

Because he was a playboy—he never loved any woman he'd slept with...

"Huh?"

"Pepper?"

"Oh my god!"

"What the hell did I do?"

What was I just thinking?

Never love again?

No, no, no...

This is amazing!

Tony was stunned...

Because lying beside him now was his beloved Little Pepper.

And at that moment, Pepper was also waking from her sleep.

Getting dressed, washing up—somehow, they didn't discuss what had happened last night. Instead, they naturally went about their routines.

As if they'd been together for a long time.

Little did they know, last night had been their first.

But this time, after Pepper finished cleaning the dishes and finally put on her work suit...

"Tony... your chest..."

Little Pepper couldn't help but ask.

In the past, she'd never actually gotten involved with Tony.

But last night, after she'd seen everything she was meant to see...

She was terrified by the reactor in Tony's chest!

To be precise, she'd seen that reactor many times before—a glowing ring wasn't enough to scare her.

But now, around the reactor in Tony's chest, there were black marks like spiderwebs. What the hell were those?

Hearing Pepper's words, Tony's hand holding his coffee trembled slightly.

"Just a little trouble. Easy to fix."

"Really? I'd love to believe that, but you're not good at lying to me, Tony."

"Hmm, no one wants to deceive an angel fallen to earth like you. Trust me!"

"Then tell me... fine..."

Pepper ultimately didn't press further, because she knew Tony Stark too well.

The more she pushed, the less he'd open up. Some things were better asked of the AI J.A.R.V.I.S. when Tony wasn't around.

So Pepper smoothly changed the subject.

"That man from last night?

The one who could fly in the sky and was stronger than your armor—is he one of your superhero buddies?"

Pepper chose a good entry point to ask Tony.

At the mention of Heisenberg, Tony immediately grew serious.

He was silent for a long moment, then shook his head.

"Buddy? Far from it. He might even become an enemy."

"Huh?"

Pepper was confused.

"You two didn't look like enemies last night."

"Only last night. He... there's no mercy in his eyes. We're not on the same path."

With that, Tony clapped his hands, and J.A.R.V.I.S. turned on their TV.

The news channel was excitedly broadcasting every story related to Heisenberg.

Including the Whiplash Heisenberg had killed, and the Iron Man Heisenberg had pinned to the car.

Tony didn't care about the embarrassment of being subdued by Heisenberg last night.

He pulled up the video of Heisenberg killing Whiplash and played it on repeat.

"If it were me, I'd just take him down and send him to prison, let him learn his lesson under the law."

"But Heisenberg..."

Tony shook his head heavily again.

"He doesn't care at all!"

With that, Tony sat back on the sofa, pressing the back of his head hard against the cushion.

Whether it was thinking about Heisenberg or the hangover from last night, his head ached terribly.

Pepper pursed her lips and quietly stepped forward to massage Tony's forehead.

Drawing warmth from his lover, Tony pulled himself together and continued.

"Superman—we've all read those comics. But even if you love that hero in the comics, no one actually wants a real, invincible God on Earth walking among us."

"And Heisenberg is no Superman anyway. He doesn't have Superman's compassion or mercy toward Earth's people."

"He's, at best, an Injustice Superman!"

"But I have to admit, for Earth, an Injustice Superman is far more terrifying than Superman himself."