Man!

As Leon and Tony's superhero identities were both exposed, all of America was shocked.

Before this, the two brothers had been synonymous with playboys. The gap between them and superheroes who symbolized strength and justice had seemed like an unbridgeable chasm.

No one had expected reality to be so surreal.

So by the time the brothers had dealt with the frenzied reporters and crowds of fans and returned home, it was already late at night.

"JARVIS."

"Welcome home, young masters."

Under JARVIS's control, the living room lights switched on automatically. However, the sight before Tony and Leon left them both surprised and amused.

There—

Arcee, in Partner Mode, sat primly on the sofa in a sleeveless, off-the-shoulder, backless gray turtleneck sweater that barely covered her hips.

On the floor beside her lay a bald, one-eyed Black man, sprawled flat on his back and bound in an elaborate rope harness. He looked utterly miserable.

"Who is she?"

Tony asked in confusion.

"This is Arcee's other mode, bro."

Leon walked over to Arcee and explained.

"Huh?"

"This is Arcee?"

"That huge motorcycle turned into someone this petite? That's way too unscientific!" Tony was so shocked that his worldview was beginning to collapse.

If Arcee's Battle Mode could barely be explained as a hollow structure and rearranged mechanical components—

Then this utterly unreasonable body compression and transformation technology was pure black tech.

"Leon's brother, there is nothing surprising about this. All Cybertronians are like this."

Arcee calmly stated what she regarded as fact.

"Fine."

Tony curled his lip. Since Leon could gain superpowers, the existence of aliens was not that strange... my ass!

"However..."

"While I am indeed Leon's brother, I am not called 'Leon's brother.' I have my own name. My name is Tony."

"If possible, I hope you can call me by my name, Miss Arcee."

"Okay, Leon's brother."

Arcee agreed.

"... ..."

Tony was helpless. He felt that Arcee was definitely still holding a grudge, so he could only let her have her way. "Fine. Call me whatever you want."

"And who is this guy beside her?"

Tony asked.

"An hour ago, this Black gentleman cracked the electronic security key at the villa gate and sneaked in furtively."

"To be safe, I notified Miss Arcee, who was on standby in the hangar. She subdued this thief."

JARVIS explained.

At that—

Leon's grin nearly split his face.

He could fully imagine it—

That motherfucking hero had definitely wanted to sneak into his and Tony's home ahead of time, then wait for a chance to show off in front of them. Instead, he had run straight into Arcee's guns.

Judging by the bruises and swelling on his face, Arcee had given him quite a beating.

"I see."

"I thought he was an alien too."

Tony roughly understood what had happened and was still in the mood to joke.

Just then—

Nick Fury happened to wake up. The first thing out of his mouth was that classic line:

"Motherfucker!"

"What the fuck kind of monster are you?"

Bang!

Arcee looked displeased and raised her leg, kicking the foul-mouthed bald bastard back to sleep. Leon and Tony winced just watching.

Half an hour later—

Nick Fury slowly woke up again.

This time, however, he had learned his lesson. He first surveyed his surroundings, and only when he realized that he had been untied and that the "plague god" was nowhere around did he dare mutter cautiously:

"Motherfucker!"

"What the hell is that lump of metal?"

"That is not some hellish thing. It is my beloved motorcycle, Mr. Bald Bastard."

Leon leaned against the sofa, propping his cheek with one hand. A kindly golden gleam flashed in his eyes as he scrutinized Nick Fury.

Tony, beside him, had also equipped a Mark 3 right arm. Its repulsor aimed at Nick Fury as he demanded, "Mr. Bald Bastard, I hope you can explain why you broke into our home without permission."

"If you do not have a reasonable answer, I do not think you will live to see tomorrow's sun."

I am the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.! Who would dare kill me? Who could kill me?

Nick Fury had wanted to say something tough like that. But seeing that neither brother looked easy to deal with, he could only yield.

"I am Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D. You have both misunderstood. I am actually a good person."

As he spoke—

Nick Fury deliberately bared his white teeth, one of them missing, and tried his best to smile kindly.

At that—

The brothers exchanged a glance, then got up and helped Nick Fury off the floor. They patted him on the shoulders with great "enthusiasm" and laughed.

"So you are the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. I thought you were some random punk. Hahaha, it was all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."

"Yeah, yeah, all a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. Ahaha..."

Nick Fury smiled on the outside, but inside, he was already motherfucking furiously. Damn it, as one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s few Level 10 agents, I have never been this humiliated in my life!

After the misunderstanding was cleared up—

The conversation between the three gradually got back on track.

"'I am Iron Man,' 'I am Homelander.' It sounds impressive, but do you really think you are the only two superheroes in the world?"

"No, gentlemen Stark. There are many others like you in this world. You simply do not know about them yet."

"That sounds pretty damn impressive."

Leon offered a contemptuous compliment.

"If what you say is true, then where are they now?" Tony likewise looked unconvinced as he countered.

"Even if what you say is true, even if they have existed all this time, where are they now?"

"All these years, aside from Captain America Steve Rogers, whom my father had a hand in creating, I have never heard of any other superheroes."

"If they are merely cowards who hide in corners, what kind of superheroes are they? They are more like super wimps."

Leon burst out laughing. "Bro is right. Super wimps."

"Uh..."

Nick Fury was momentarily speechless.

Captain Marvel Carol, the trump card in his hand, was far beyond the galaxy. Unless Earth faced an existential crisis, she could not be deployed lightly.

As for the people he could call upon as regular combat forces, there were only low-level agent troops represented by Hawkeye Clinton and Black Widow Natasha.

They could handle small incidents, but he could hardly count on them for major ones.

So Nick Fury really did not have many superheroes he could show off right now.

That was precisely why he had come to invite the Stark brothers, who possessed considerable combat ability and money power, to join the Avengers Alliance he was preparing to form and serve as its public face.

"Indeed, my superhero project is still in its initial stage," Nick Fury admitted. "That is why I need talented people like you two brothers even more."

"An organization made up of superheroes should have a fitting name, right?" Tony asked. Nick Fury immediately answered, "The Avengers Alliance."

"Wow~"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "That does not sound bad. What do you think, Leon?"

"I can let you use my name as a banner."

Leon looked at Nick Fury. "But I will be the leader, and I will have absolute freedom of action."

"If you agree, I will join."

"Otherwise, I might as well form a Justice League of my own."

Leon stated his demands. If he could be a hands-off boss and enjoy the benefits, he was quite willing. Otherwise, forget it.

When you had strength, you could be this willful.

Nick Fury fell into deep thought—

There was no need to say much about Tony Stark. He was the classic late-game powerhouse.

Aside from being rich, he was a world-renowned weapons development genius. Few people in the world were smarter than him, and purely in terms of combat ability, his Iron Man armor ranked among the best.

As for Leon Stark, he was a pure super-combat unit.

Supersonic flight, a body of steel, super strength, unknown beam radiation cannons... judging from the abilities he had displayed so far, Nick Fury wanted to treat him as a junior Captain Marvel, someone who could rival Hulk.

However, without seeing the two fight for real, Nick Fury could not say for certain who was stronger. But one thing was certain: Leon Stark was far more stable than Hulk.

After considering it again and again—

Nick Fury finally extended his hand to Leon. "Pleasure working with you."

At that—

Leon curled his lips into a smile and shook his hand. "Pleasure working with you."

Beside them—

Tony curled his lip. "Why did no one ask for my opinion..."