"You actually like American football, I didn't expect it." Mike was surprised.
"Is this weird?"
"Of course, rugby is very manly."
"Oh." Stark suddenly reacted, "Damn, are you saying I'm not manly enough, Bitchi!"
A little lolita of five or six years old, wearing Spider-Man's red and blue tights, holding a Iron Man mask, asked Iron Man to sign her autograph.
Kazilan's eyes are twinkling, so cute.
"You don't want to use Bichi Bichi in front of children. Bichi is a dirty word, do you understand, Bichi?!"
"If I counted correctly, you just said four bitchis, shut up!"
"Um..."
Mike made a zipper movement.
Stark tried his best to not look like the big bad wolf. He stepped forward under the mask and asked with a smile, "Do you like Spider-Man more, or Iron Man?"
"My mother said that Iron Man is a playboy and the public enemy of all good girls." The little loli looked up at her mother behind her, "Mom, that's what you said."
The young mother smiled awkwardly.
The little loli continued with a sweet voice, "But my brother Jimmy likes Iron Man. Alas, really, he is not a three-year-old... He is four years old and he is still ignorant."
After the mother and daughter left, Mike sighed in his heart, "You came to watch a rugby match at such a young age. No wonder Texas turned out to be a strong woman."
Stark blinked at Mike, "I have always hated children. I would go crazy just thinking about changing diapers for babies. When I grow up a little, I will be noisy and brainy, and when I grow older... Recently, I have been thinking that maybe I have a daughter and it would be nice to watch her grow up."
"Is my son okay?"
"No... what if you are like me?" Thinking of the small Tony and Stark, goosebumps appeared all over your body.
Mike deeply agrees that it is absolutely a miracle that Stark deserves to be beaten so much that he is still alive with his limbs intact. If little Tony had a personality like his father, how much headache would Stark have?
"I'm getting older and want to start a family, so... which girl deserves to be unlucky?" Mike muttered.
"The girl from all over the world who wants to marry me can circle the equator. Also, how old am I? I'm in my prime!" Stark was dissatisfied and gave Mike the middle finger.
The game is about to start, and the people watching and asking for autographs gradually disperse.
"You should go to the box." Mike complained, and saw Stark take out his mobile phone and search for information about both teams, "Damn, I thought you were a fan of one of the teams... Are you sure you are here to watch the game?"
"Very sure..." Stark stared at the energetic cheerleaders, who happened to be ogling him, and he waved in a very coquettish way.
Okay, it turned out to be a round ball.
The visual inspection of Mike shows that it is indeed very promising and can be called a surge of energy.
"Jealous." Stark proudly took out a stack of notes with contact information on them and shook them proudly.
"Oh, no one else said the same thing." Mike also took out a stack.
Stark compared it and said, "Haha, more than you!"
Beauty loses to wealth.
The game is over.
Stark held a pool party and invited many sports stars, including the cheerleaders.
At the end of the party, there is inevitably an indoor ball game. There is not much to talk about.
In the next two days, Stark and Mike went to several scenic spots, watched two football games, and experienced the cowboy culture when Texas went out. Not to mention anything else, the cowgirl was a good rider, and Stark couldn't stand up straight while riding.
The return trip was on Stark's private jet. The flight attendant was beautiful, but Stark was in the sage hour and listless.
After slumping on the leather chair for a long time, Stark suddenly started to squirm, "Mike, is the wolfberry health regimen you told Coulson reliable? A friend of mine asked me to ask..."
"Poof!" Mike spit out a mouthful of salt soda.
So the truth behind the return of the prodigal son is actually that the prodigal son can no longer become a prodigal, right?
Johnny followed Stark and Mike to the basement of Stark Tower.
Different from ordinary basements that are dark and narrow, the basement in front of you has a wide view, bright lights, and minimalist decoration with a sci-fi style. Johnny will live here for quite some time.
Bang bang bang!
Johnny I heard a few muffled sounds. I wonder if it was an illusion... The ground was shaking.
"I feel like I've come to some strange place..." Johnny suddenly felt uneasy and even wanted to turn around and run away. He took a deep breath and thought, "Look again, look again."
Even if I really try to run, I can't seem to escape.
Ghost Rider In addition to improving his physical fitness after his transformation, he only has two other skills: Hellfire and Penance Stare.
Hellfire has proven to be ineffective against Mike, and has even been restrained. As for Penance Stare... this is a very, very powerful ability, and can sometimes even kill people over levels, but it is certainly not invincible.
Think about it, if you are truly invincible, who would dare to put this kind of power on others? Mephisto is not a fool.
After hearing about Uriel's failure, Johnny felt hesitant and decided not to try it.
The expressions of Stark and Mike have not changed much, they are used to it - this makes Johnny feel a little relieved.
"Just in time to visit your neighbor...Betty."
On the treadmill, Betty is running, sweating profusely.
"Tony, Mike... I haven't seen you for a few days, where have you been." Betty slowly slowed down and finally stopped.
"I've been on a business trip for a few days, is everything okay?" Stark handed over the sweat towel.
"Thank you." Betty took the towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'm fine, Bruce is fine too, thank you."
"I'll bring the new residents over and introduce you to them. This is Johnny."
"Johnny. Blaze."
"Betty. Ross."
Seeing the doubt in Betty's eyes, Stark said, "Johnny is a bit special, just like Bruce."
"Oh." Betty suddenly realized, "Let's go and see Bruce. He's almost finished."
Soon, Johnny saw an unforgettable scene: a huge room with transparent windows. There was a big green-skinned man inside, hammering a special large sandbag. The sandbag hit the wall, floor, and ceiling, making a muffled sound.
The soundproofing of the room is very good.
"This is your neighbor, Bruce. Banner. Just like you, he has a bad-tempered guy living in his body. We found that if we take the initiative to let Hulk out every once in a while to express his strength and anger, he will not run out and cause trouble." Stark explained.
As he spoke, Hulk seemed to have finished venting his anger. He stood up and punched his chest, shouting, "Hulk!"
Then, his figure quickly shrank and turned into the shape of Banner.
Banner was sweating profusely, his feet went weak, and he collapsed on the ground.
Betty was experienced, so she quickly went in, covered Banner with the prepared bathrobe, and then poured a glass of water.
"Bruce, how do you feel?" Stark greeted with a smile.
"If I say it feels good, I must be lying to you." Banner slowed down and his eyes fell on Johnny.
Stark introduced again, "This is Johnny. Blaze, your new neighbor."
"Hello, I am Bruce. Banner." Banner looked at Johnny curiously, "You have seen my transformation, aren't you afraid?"
For some reason, Johnny breathed a sigh of relief and grinned, "If you see my transformation, you will know the reason. Call me Johnny, or Blazing Johnny. Nice to meet you."
Hulk.
Ghost Rider.
A naughty kid, a tough kid... a historic meeting.
The future is worth looking forward to.