Fortunately, Wade had a backup plan. Before Tony's bodyguards could arrive, he took decisive action!
"No!!!"
He instantly burst into tears and cries, then slid several meters across the deck on his knees to Tony's side, wrapping both arms around the rich man's thick leg.
"Please don't kill us. We're just poor people who can't afford food. We only wanted to earn some money through our labor so we could eat. Even if you kill us, you won't get any pleasure out of it, really! I've seen your armor on TV. It's so powerful—how could you use it against little people like us?"
Tony kicked his leg twice, but Wade promptly grabbed his other leg and hugged it as well. He could only hop around with both feet like a rabbit, trying to shake off the poor man clinging to him like chewing gum.
Yet Wade was flung back and forth across the waxed deck, squeaking as he scraped along it, and still refused to let go.
"Should I call the police, boss?" Potts could no longer be bothered with sulking at her boss. She pulled out her phone.
Not only her—the awakened Happy also ran out from the cockpit, drew his gun, and aimed it at the burly man, his chubby face filled with professional seriousness.
"Boss! Are you all right?!"
"No, no need. Don't shoot. It's nothing, Happy." Tony waved him off, bent down to pry Wade's head away, then said to Potts, "They're just two poor guys trying to make some quick cash. It's not like I'm short on money. What's there to fear?"
Pepper put away her phone. She understood now and showed a helpless expression.
"You thought they were the girls' parents, didn't you? You were worried they'd do to you what you did to