Captain America and Iron Man's Battle

Steve turned and left after saying that.

He picked up his coat and shield from the floor, leaving Tony with a graceful view of his ass.

"Shit, before you point that plump ass at me, shouldn't we settle things between us first?"

Tony straightened up, glanced at Steve's pert backside, tossed aside his jacket, and began rolling up his shirt sleeves.

With his current physique, even taking a 7.62mm rifle round head-on would not injure him.

Letting Steve land that punch had merely been his way of respecting the old and caring for the young—and giving himself an excuse to beat the other man senseless later.

"You really want to fight? Fine, I'm happy to oblige!" Steve turned around.

"Let's hope your armor is as tough as your mouth."

He looked at Tony. "Put on your armor!"

"What armor? Sorry, what I'm wearing right now is the armor I'll use to deal with you." Tony rolled his wrists.

He wore a white shirt, gray slacks, and crocodile leather shoes.

He looked like a boxing commentator who had gotten carried away and started warming up to enter the ring himself.

Steve frowned at Tony.

In his eyes, unarmored Tony was just an ordinary man. He could deal with ten men like that without breaking a sweat.

He shook his head with a helpless sigh, intending to stop indulging this farce.

But Tony closed the distance with the small, quick steps commonly used in sanda.

"I'll knock you out with the same hook." He even gave a warning before attacking.

Steve dismissed him. "Without your armor, you're just someone who knows a little sanda..."

Before Steve could finish.

Tony suddenly sprang forward from two meters away.

His hook came as fast as lightning, and the sound of it tearing through the air