"What?! Why are you here? Is there an enemy?" The troublesome baby had put this mechanical engineering genius through the wringer, and he had lost a whole circle of weight.
"I told you several times before, remember? About having the Atlanteans come out and talk with human governments?" She guessed Stark had forgotten.
The truth was, Stark really had forgotten. First Logos, then Thanos, and finally the birth of his daughter. Namor? Who the hell was Namor?
His daughter now held the same place in his heart as the safety of the entire world. Little Namor? Sorry, he had simply forgotten!
Daisy wore an expression that said she had expected as much. "Looks like you forgot... I gave them half a year to make all the necessary preparations. It seems my goodwill wasn't taken seriously. I'll have to be a little rougher."
Stark rubbed his forehead and forced himself to wake up.
"What are you planning to do? The Atlanteans aren't an evil race. I think we can still talk."
"Of course, I think so too. But first, they need to crawl out from the bottom of the sea."
Daisy's tone was perfectly ordinary, but it carried an unquestionable resolve.
From humanity's perspective, asking Atlantis to speak with human governments was not excessive at all. Stark truly could not think of any reason to refuse.
"I'm going to invite them out now. Want to come along?"
"Of course. I'll let my assistant know..."
Although he was deeply displeased by Namor's arrogant, domineering attitude, Stark still had to go with Daisy. At the very least, he could not let the two sides start shooting at each other immediately.
"Relax. I don't have time to waste on them. Follow if you want." Daisy flew out of his office first, and Stark hurriedly