It was another evening.
Outside Stark Tower, New York's lights shone as though the power would never go out. Traffic flowed past dozens of floors below, tiny as a glowing river.
Who wouldn't be itching to look down on New York at night from a skyscraper?
This scene was called the MVP results screen.
"The shells on the warm sands~"
Humming comfortably, Chen Mo stood at the end of the top-floor hallway and looked both ways.
No Tony.
No Steve.
No Natasha.
No Clint.
Excellent.
Chen Mo slipped his hands into his pockets quite naturally, pretending to be an innocent underage guest who was merely passing through and had absolutely no plans. Looking straight ahead, he switched songs and kept humming.
"Strayed into heaven's court, urging..."
Then he took a very casual step toward the elevator.
JARVIS's gentle voice immediately rang out.
"Mr. Chen, Mr. Stark is currently out of the building."
Chen Mo stopped short.
"I know."
"However, that does not mean the building is now unsupervised."
"That's pretty hurtful. Can you turn off the movement prediction system?" Chen Mo looked up at the ceiling. "I just want to go out and breathe the air of freedom."
"Given the current time, the primary components of your so-called air of freedom include low nighttime temperatures, vehicle exhaust, potential media cameras, and suspicious outings of which Mr. S.H.I.E.L.D. would strongly disapprove."
Chen Mo said, "Who's Mr. S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
JARVIS said, "I believe you know whom I mean."
Chen Mo said, "I don't. I'm a child with limited comprehension. Your British humor reminds me of someone in another world whom I haven't met yet, but I feel like he'd be exactly like this."
"For that very reason, Mr. Stark requires you and Mr. Peter Parker to have a valid reason for going out