Tony Stark slowly opened his eyes.
Only after several seconds of focusing did his vision finally make out the familiar silhouette of the one-eyed man beside his bed.
Nick Fury.
"Honestly, seeing you first thing after waking up is pretty disappointing."
Tony Stark's voice was weak as he recovered from his severe injuries, but he still did not forget to crack a joke.
Then, he laboriously shifted his body and felt waves of dull pain coming from his chest.
"Mm... My heart seems fine?" Tony pondered, then looked at Nick Fury again. "So, what happened after that? How was I rescued? Did Thor show up?"
"No."
Fury looked exhausted as he picked up the remote and casually pressed play.
The huge projection screen on the hospital room wall instantly lit up and began playing footage of what happened after the battle that night.
When he saw the silver-gray Psypoint Armor descend from the sky, Tony could not help watching it a little more closely.
"Cool. Where did this little guy come from? Is he planning to pay Stark Group some overdue patent fees?"
As Tony spoke, he watched Miles's subsequent performance with great interest.
Then the ease on his face gradually turned grave.
When he watched that figure repeatedly display terrifying psychic abilities, unheard-of Psionic Magic, and finally break through the blockade of the Black King and Black Queen alone to rescue his dying self, his brow finally furrowed tightly.
"To be honest, I should thank him." Tony looked at the figure bathed in the afterglow of the Phoenix on the screen and spoke in a low voice. "But the question now is, where exactly did he come from?"
"That's the key question, Tony." Fury's tone became exceptionally solemn. "You know him."
"I know him?" Tony looked confused. "Is that