Monaco, Monte Carlo.
Mediterranean Sea The sunshine shines on the blue sea. This is the playground of the rich and the holy land of speed and passion.
A very cool red and silver two-color Bugatti Veyron, with a handsome extreme drift posture, stood at the entrance of a top casino.
The car door opens.
Tony·Stark Wearing sunglasses and a casual suit, he still looks like All Eyes on Me.
The person who got off the co-pilot was none other than Pietro. He also imitated Tony's appearance, wearing the same sunglasses and floral shirt, and even imitated the arrogance of walking with wind.
"How do you feel? Mr. Quicksilver?" Tony threw the car keys to the parking boy and stuffed a few hundred-dollar bills into the car.
"So-so." Pietro shrugged and whistled, "It's much slower than me, but it's better because I don't have to move my legs."
"Ha! I just like your arrogance." Tony put his arm around Pietro's shoulders, "Let's go, let me show you what happiness is as an adult."
The two walked into the casino like two shining stars, attracting the attention of many hot beauties.
One is the veteran Avengers Iron Man, and the other is the new top Quicksilver.
This combination is simply a walking hormone dispersion machine.
After a period of intoxication, the two came to the VIP box.
There was no gambling, just two men and a table of fine wines.
Tony poured two glasses of whiskey and handed one to Pietro.
"To... each other." Tony toasted.
"To... live." Pietro clinked the glasses and drank it all in one gulp.
The spicy liquid entered his throat, Pietro breathed a long sigh of relief, leaned on the leather sofa, and looked at the Crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
"You know, Tony." Pietro suddenly spoke, his voice a little deep, "In the past in Sokovia, Wanda and I took to the streets when we were ten years old... Our biggest dream was to have a meal of non-mouldy bread."
Tony paused while shaking the wine glass.
"At that time, the house we lived in was bombed. A bomb fell in the middle of our living room."
Pietro turned his head and looked at Tony through his sunglasses.
"That says 'Stark Industries'."
The atmosphere in the box solidified instantly.
Tony didn't avoid it. He took off his sunglasses, and there was no longer the cynicism in his eyes, only unabashed self-blame and guilt.
"I know."
Tony put down the wine glass, his voice hoarse.
"I checked that batch of goods. It was Obadiah... my former partner sold it to the warlord over there behind my back."
"But I can't say 'I didn't do that'."
Tony looked directly into Pietro's eyes.
"Because the name is mine. The company is mine. The money... ended up in my pocket."
"That was my fault, Pietro."
"Two days." Pietro held out two fingers, "Wanda and I stayed next to that dumb bomb for two days. We didn't dare to move or even breathe loudly."
"I swore at that time that if I could survive, I would kill that bastard named Stark."
"Then you have a chance now."
Tony opened his arms and pointed at his chest.
"There are no armors or reactors here. If you want to do it, you can do it fast enough without even getting your hands dirty."
Pietro looked at Tony.
He saw this man's eyes. There was no fear in them, only a kind of calmness.
It's like waiting for trial.
A long time.
"Hahahaha..."
Pietro suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.
"You should look at your expression now, Tony! Like a primary school student waiting to be slapped on the palm by the teacher!"
While laughing, he picked up the wine bottle and took a deep drink of it.
"Forget it."
Pietro put away his smile and sighed.
"Homelander once said something to me. He said...'People who live in the past cannot run fast'."
"If I kill you, my parents won't come back. And..."
Pietro picked up the wine glass and looked at the amber liquid.
"... You saved so many people at New York, and you almost risked your life to save me."
"I have been a gangster since I was a child, but I also know that one size must be the same."
Pietro raised his glass and touched Tony's glass.
"Besides, except for your bad mouth, you are actually... not bad at all."
Tony looked at Pietro, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
Once again, he showed a confident but a bit shy smile.
"Of course, I am Iron Man."
"However, Pietro." Tony said seriously, "The apology is serious. From now on, you can use Stark Industries's resources as you like. As long as you don't use them to blow me up... Of course, if you want, it's not impossible."
"Deal." Pietro grinned, "Then I want a car now... what is that called? A sports car that can fly in the sky?"
"Anti-gravity suspension vehicle? It hasn't been mass-produced yet... but it's not impossible to give you a prototype."
"That's what you said! Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
Italy, Tuscany.
Skye avoided the patrolling bodyguards, took advantage of the cover of the shadow, ducked and slid into the side door of a mansion.
I found a room that looked like a wine cellar, but was actually converted into a high-tech laboratory.
There is a huge hyperbaric oxygen chamber in the room.
Next to that is a metal box with the logo "Cybertek" printed on it.
"Found it."
Skye felt happy and was about to step forward.
However, when her eyes swept across the glass window of the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, her steps suddenly froze in place.
Inside lay a man with half his face severely burned.
"Mike..." Skye covered her mouth.
She thought Cybertek was just transporting some illegal weapons. Unexpectedly, they were transporting a transformed "monster".
"The Clairvoyant said you would come..."
An arrogant voice came from behind.
Skye turned around suddenly.
Ian·Quinn. This arms dealer, who markets himself as a philanthropist, has a proud smile on his face as if he has caught his prey.
Quinn clapped his hands.
"Mike, wake up. This is how to welcome our guests."
The oxygen tank made a "chi" sound as the pressure was released, and the hatch slowly opened.
Mike sat up, and Quinn installed mechanical legs on him.
Quinn gave him the order with a relaxed tone, "Kill her."
Mike looked at her, a trace of struggle flashing in his eyes. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Quinn.
"That... is not my order. She is not the person I want to kill."
After saying this, he ignored Quinn's ugly face, dragged the heavy mechanical leg, and disappeared out the door.
Skye wants to chase him out.
"Bang!"
There are no signs.
There was a deafening gunshot.
Skye felt as if she had been punched hard in the abdomen, and the huge impact made her stagger back two steps.
She lowered her head and looked at her belly blankly.
Blood, warm blood, was quickly soaking through her dress.
"What did you do..."
"Bang!"
Second shot.
This time it hit her just below the chest.
Skye fell on his back on the floor and wanted to speak, but all that came out of his mouth was blood foam.
"Ahem..."
Life is disappearing rapidly with the loss of blood.
My vision began to become blurry, and the surrounding sounds became distant.
"Sorry, I also have my own mission." Quinn sneered and turned to leave.
Skye was lying on the cold marble floor, his body twitching.
She tried her best to reach for her left wrist with all her remaining strength.
There was a seemingly ordinary mechanical watch there.
That was given to her by Homelander.
"No matter where you are, if you press it... I'll come and take you home."
That sentence, at this moment, became the only life-saving straw in her gradually losing consciousness.
She used her last bit of strength to turn the knob on the crown.
"Click."
A silent signal is sent.
After doing all this, Skye's hand hung down weakly, and the world fell into darkness.