Magic Steve

Alvin sat in the corner of the bar with his head in his hands, looking helplessly at the few unlucky guys in front of him.

Stark was drenched in the smell of red wine and holding an ice pack against his lower abdomen.

Five minutes ago, the billionaire had first been splashed in the face with red wine by his fiancée, then had his foot stomped on by Manhattan Axe's fiancée, and finally had Punisher's fiancée knee him in the lower abdomen.

It was only thanks to the runes Alvin had embedded in his chest Reactor and the Dragon Bone Wine that Stark wasn't lying on the floor right now.

Thor had it a little worse. His older sister had a temper, and his mother played favorites. While Stark was getting beaten up, his sister had broken his nose and stolen his hammer to stomp on his foot, all because "he didn't look like a man."

Alvin looked at the unlucky guys with a headache. He felt they were the reason his party experience had dropped several levels.

The "crazy" women were "wildly" partying under Shirley's lead. Only after he saw the red wine in Pepper's hand replaced with Champagne did Alvin finally sigh in relief. Looking at Frank's strange expression, he said, "Buddy, your girl's 'crazy.'"

Alvin glanced at the unlucky Stark and grinned. "If she'd been two inches lower, our Stark would've become a girl."

Frank narrowed his eyes at the "injured" Stark. He hesitated, then picked up a glass of whiskey, clinked it against the one in front of Stark, and downed it. "Sorry. You may have had it coming, but... you know what I mean!"

Stark clutched his lower abdomen in pain and downed his whiskey. He didn't blame Frank; instead, he glared at the "innocent"