"Stare."
For some unknown reason, Natasha, who had received no attention from the angels, was trading jokes with her colleague Hawkeye when she suddenly felt someone watching her from somewhere.
It was an instinct born of being a spy. After all, if she lacked even that much skill, she could never have become Black Widow, the strongest among the sisters.
While firing into the sky as cover, she secretly glanced sideways out of the corner of her eye. In the shadows of some ruined building, she vaguely spotted a familiar figure.
She immediately relaxed. As long as her boss was behind her, she had nothing to worry about, no matter what enemy she faced.
"Forget about the suits. We can't wear them."
Hawkeye had not noticed Deathstroke watching them. Most of his attention was on the enemies, and he also had to spare some focus to look after the female apprentice beside him. At the same time, he joked with Black Widow.
"Tony's suits are designed for people five feet tall. Maybe Wolverine could give one a try, but I'm six foot three. I wouldn't fit."
Six foot three was 1.91 meters in metric units, while the five feet mentioned earlier was 1.52 meters.
"No wonder Tony said his suit was a prosthetic limb and couldn't be handed over when he attended that military hearing. So he really is disabled, hehe." Natasha joined in with a joke about Tony's height. It was one of the Avengers' running jokes.
Whenever someone joined the Avengers, they had to provide a rough profile with unimportant information like height, weight, and hobbies, supposedly for publicity purposes.
Iron Man's official height was listed as 2.10 meters.
Yes, the Iron Suit's main function was actually to make its wearer taller. From the crude MK1 to the