You Won't Even Call Me Godfather

"So, legally speaking, should I call you father?"

Sherlock looked utterly speechless, pointing at himself with one hand and Tony with the other as he asked.

As it turned out, when people were speechless to the extreme, they really did feel like laughing. John Wick and his wife were the best examples. If not for the seriousness of the matter itself, the two of them would probably have already doubled over laughing.

Even so, after their initial shock, the corners of their mouths were harder to suppress than an AK. Who could have imagined that Sherlock, forced to go out on a mission, would somehow come back with a legal father?

Seeing Sherlock look as though his whole world had fallen apart, Tony's lips curled into a smile. Without the slightest hesitation, he nodded at Sherlock and said rather smugly, "Legally speaking, you really should call me father."

It would have been better if Tony had said nothing. The moment he finished, Sherlock felt his blood pressure shoot through the roof. He stared at Tony's face, that infuriatingly smug expression, and the little mustache trembling with laughter.

Sherlock swore that, across both his lives, this was the first time he had ever felt such an urgent desire to have a purely physical fight with someone.

Seeing Sherlock's expression as if he had eaten shit, Tony finally felt that he had avenged the torment Sherlock had put him through in the Middle East. Putting on a falsely disappointed look, he sat in the luxurious airline seat with his head lowered and continued, "You won't even call me godfather..."

The moment Tony delivered that movie-like line, John Wick and Helen could no longer hold it in. They clutched their stomachs and burst into laughter.

Amid their laughter, Sherlock went completely red with rage and lunged straight at Tony without another word.

After a bout of horseplay, the bruised and battered Tony and the equally bruised and battered Sherlock sat back in their respective seats, each with someone beside them.

John Wick sat beside Sherlock, while Helen sat beside Tony.

The same suppressed smiles were on both John Wick's and Helen's faces, as if they wanted to watch the spectacle but had no choice but to stop it.

Only Doro had no idea what was going on. Sitting on the table, she happily ate the fruit in her hands, looking thoroughly content.

After finally calming Sherlock down, Tony covered the black eye Sherlock had given him with one hand and continued, "Jokes aside, I'm sorry about your parents' deaths, but what I just said was also the truth..."

Before Tony could finish, Sherlock nearly rose to charge at him again, only for John Wick to forcibly press him back down.

Once Sherlock had been pinned down again, Tony finally let out a small sigh of relief inwardly and continued, "I'm telling you this because I've noticed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents starting to appear around you.

"Listen, Sherlock. Your parents' deaths were not as simple as a plane crash. There are far too many mysteries involved, and far too many people connected to it.

"The reason I never fulfilled my duties as your guardian all these years is also because of this. Too many people have been watching me.

"I don't know how you acquired such extraordinary abilities, but I do know this: if you truly don't want to get dragged into trouble, then the farther you stay from organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D., the better.

"Or, to put it more bluntly, you shouldn't have taken part in this mission to rescue me, and you especially shouldn't have revealed those extraordinary abilities of yours during it."

Tony spoke with complete seriousness. Sherlock could feel the concern in his words, but the information Tony had revealed struck him like a deafening bell.

His parents' deaths had not been a simple plane crash?

Countless people were watching Tony?

And what connection did S.H.I.E.L.D. have to this incident?

After hearing Tony's words, Sherlock even felt as though an invisible net had been cast over him since before he had transmigrated.

What Sherlock had not expected was that, upon hearing that his parents' plane crash had not been a natural disaster but man-made, boundless anger rose within him for no reason.

Sherlock clearly understood that he had no feelings for those so-called parents. He had never even met them. Yet the flame in his heart seemed endless, burning ever more fiercely.

Within that fury, Sherlock clearly sensed a single thought.

Revenge!

Fine. Since I inherited your body, I inherited your karma as well. If you want revenge, then I'll help you get it!

The moment that thought arose, the boundless flame of revenge in Sherlock's heart abruptly vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint sense of expectation lingering in his chest.

After taking a deep breath, Sherlock looked at Tony across from him and said, "Whether I should have gotten involved or not, I'm already involved now! And if I hadn't known, that would have been one thing. But now that I know my parents didn't die in a natural disaster, but at the hands of others, if I truly did nothing, then I would be unworthy of being their son."

Tony had just opened his mouth to say something when Sherlock raised a hand and cut him off.

A savage grin appeared on Sherlock's face as he continued, "Besides, when facing those schemes and plots, those rats hiding in the sewers, I may not lack the power to smash them to pieces!"

Hearing Sherlock's words, Tony raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly unable to understand where Sherlock's confidence came from.

But soon, as Sherlock explained his alchemy, Tony's expression changed from initial doubt to shock, then from shock to disbelief. In the end, he looked as though his entire worldview had collapsed as he pointed at Doro on the table and asked Sherlock, "So you're saying that this thing is essentially the product of your failed attempt at the forbidden Human Transmutation? A living creature?"

Hearing Tony's words, Sherlock smiled with malicious amusement and replied, "Yes, that's right. Doro was indeed created by me, and the price was my arm and one eye!

"So, strictly speaking, Doro is my child, a soul truly born from my flesh and blood!"

At this point, Sherlock paused slightly. The malicious amusement on his face deepened as he continued, "So, strictly speaking, you're Doro's grandfather! Come on, Doro, call him Grandpa!"

"Grandpa!"

Although Doro did not understand what a grandfather was, she had never contradicted Sherlock's words. She immediately put down the orange in her hand, looked sweetly at Tony, and called him Grandpa.

As that one word left her mouth, everyone clearly saw a crack appear in Tony's expression. Then he looked as though he were about to crack apart completely as he pointed at Sherlock.

He had been a perfectly good wealthy bachelor. Not only did he now have a child in the legal sense and a godson in the moral sense, but he had somehow become a grandfather too?

Most importantly, whether it was him, the grandfather, Sherlock, the child, or Doro, the granddaughter, they were all fucking single!

Tony was already beginning to regret why he had teased Sherlock in the first place. He should have kept Sherlock's background secret until the day he died!