"Spit it out already!" Lu Yifang snorted as he answered the call.
"...???" Fury, who had been about to speak on the other end, froze for several seconds when he heard that familiar, resentful tone. Completely baffled, Director Fury wondered what the hell this kid was up to. Why was he always so moody for a few days every month?
"You saw the live broadcast on TV, right?" After a long while, Fury's weary voice finally came through the phone.
"I saw it. What, you want me to help Tony take out Ivan Vanko again?" Lu Yifang's tone calmed down. He wasn't a child; though he was a little annoyed, he knew it was time to talk business.
But Fury's answer caught Lu Yifang off guard. "No need. I'm not Tony's babysitter."
Just as Lu Yifang was surprised, Fury added, "That kid's Iron Man. If he can't even handle something this minor, then all my worrying over him has been for nothing."
So you really are Tony's babysitter. Lu Yifang couldn't help grumbling inwardly. Of course, he only said that in his head. Just because Fury usually seemed as thick-skinned as a city wall didn't mean he never had thin-skinned moments.
"If you're not calling me to beat someone up, then what do you want?" Lu Yifang pressed.
"If those knockoff robots were only causing trouble for Tony, we could leave Tony to deal with them. But naturally, we can't place too much hope in a revenge-crazed lunatic. So I've already sent Natasha to the company to find Ivan himself. Before then, I don't want excessive civilian casualties. So, Yifang, I need you. Understand?"
"Got it, got it." Lu Yifang nodded. "Same old excuse—this is New York, so you can't go all out without reservations, right? But does a security