Original God Traveler in Marvel

While Lin Ze and his party were heading towards the target location.

Earth.

Stark Tower Laboratory.

Tony Stark, who was standing next to the 'big guy' under the hypnosis of the symphony of snoring, couldn't help but slowly lowered his head.

Because he had entered a sleep state, his hand on his leg also relaxed.

Zzzz....Zzzz....

His breathing became heavier and Tony's eyelids trembled. After a while, a new member was added to the snoring orchestra in the room.

The man held the tablet in his hand and took this opportunity to escape from the clutches of this 'tyrant'.

It has been working continuously for more than a week under the hands of this group of people. If it were not equipped with a circulating energy system that can achieve continuous charging, and the main chip is still the world's most cutting-edge "far ahead" brand, otherwise it would probably be destroyed by now. He must have been badly beaten by these people.

Feeling the man holding him breathing more and more steadily, Tablet quietly moved his body, one inch, two inches, it was almost successful!It can already see the warm embrace of Miss Carpet towards it!

Most of the flat body has been freed from the scorching cage, and it exerts all its strength to break free!

It's going to work!

Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the ground, the tablet couldn't help but burst out cheers from the speakers.

Sizzling....sizzling....sizzling....

Snapped!

Tablet's body suddenly stopped in mid-air. It looked at the ground less than 3 centimeters away from itself, and an unpleasant feeling swept through its body.

The next second, Tablet felt his body rising continuously.

Do not! ! ! !

The tablet was lifted up, and only then did it see the face of the person who was stopping it from escaping.

Oops!

It's that woman! ! !

The tablet was shocked, and the sound from the speakers became louder with excitement.

Zizizi...kaka...ta-ta-ta-ta...

......

Potts watched as the tablet in her hand kept making strange noises, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to use the most primitive human repair method on it.

"and many more!!"

Tony suddenly woke up and looked up. He saw Potts' movements and hurriedly stopped him.

"It's time to eat."

Potts placed the tablet back in Tony's hand.

She walked inside and saw Yingsen snoring on the table, and Banner with his upper body buried in the drawings and drooling. Poz couldn't help but shake her head. She turned back and picked up her boyfriend who was playing with the tablet. Look carefully at his face.

"Don't move, let me see."

"Wait a minute, I haven't wiped the shit out of my eyes yet."

Tony tried to pull Potts' hand away, blinking wildly.

Snapped.

Potts gave her boyfriend's troublesome hand a hand, and the other party became honest.

Then, Potts didn't see much of it, but as expected he saw Tony's eyes full of blood.

"Humph..."

Potts let go of his hand and turned around to do his work, while Tony rubbed his eyes guiltily.

"I'm so red because I have trachoma. Oops! You can't look at each other for three seconds with a person who has trachoma. Did we just have more than three seconds?"

Tony's gag made Potts lose control of his hand movements, and the sound of the food plate colliding with the marble table made Yingson, who had fallen into a light sleep, jump up from his chair.

"Everyone get down-!"

Boom! !

Bang! !

This was the sound of Banner dropping his stool.

"Oh, my God..."

Banner covered his butt and tried to stand up from the ground, but heard a crisp sound.

"God... Yingsen, come and help me! My waist is twisted."

Yingsen was able to regain his composure now. He looked around, and although there was still fear on his face, he quickly walked up and helped Banner up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it just now."

Potts was very embarrassed by the chaos, and she stepped forward to help Banner dust off his clothes.

"it's okay no problem."

Banner held his waist and pulled up the chair and sat back. He twisted his face and asked the two of them: "Who just shouted to get down? It scared me. I thought Meng returned to the Middle East?"

Yingsen touched his nose. He picked up his glasses from the table and wiped them with the flannel he brought with him, then put them on the bridge of his nose naturally.

"Ah...is there any? I think you may have heard something and fell asleep. It's normal."

Potts glanced at Inson, who was telling lies with her eyes open. The unexpected expression on her face seemed to say:

【You learned bad things from someone. 】

Yingsen smiled at Potts and calmly sat down at the big table.

"Wow, today's breakfast is steamed buns and spicy soup~"

"Huh? Why did this plate break? Bennett came to visit??"

Yingsen threw the broken plate into the trash can, picked up a warm bun, blew on it, and took a bite.

Well, the fish-flavored shredded pork stuffing tastes good.

Take another spoonful of spicy spicy soup, tsk tsk tsk, this is the feeling, it feels doubly refreshing.

"Inson."

Banner couldn't exert any strength on his waist. As soon as the aroma of steamed buns and spicy soup in the room filled his nose, his stomach began to growl unsatisfactorily.

He was eating a big meal in his dream just now, and now the smell of it made him even hungrier.

"then."

Yingsen threw it away, and Banner was so frightened that he quickly stretched out his hand to catch it. Unexpectedly, this old boy was cheating, and a set of fake moves made Banner really anxious.

"Man, if you don't give me the buns, I'll recruit my Hulk brother."

"Hahaha."

During this time of getting along day and night, Yingsen and Banner had a good relationship. He never thought that one day he would be able to make jokes about the Hulk.

Yingsen put the steamed buns and a bowl of spicy soup on a intact porcelain plate and brought them to Banner.

The two of them enjoyed a delicious breakfast, and while eating, they unanimously turned their attention to the only person who could resist the temptation of delicious food.

Tony had been flipping the tablet in his hand silently since just now, not even paying attention to the jokes made by Banner and Yingson. Naturally, his abnormal reaction could not escape others.

"How about it?"

Banner ate the buns and asked Tony vaguely.

"There is good news, and bad news."

Tony blinked hard, put down the tablet in his hand, and began to rub the bridge of his nose.

There was a strong sense of exhaustion in his voice, and the lack of adequate sleep in recent days made Tony look at the screen as if it were covered with a soft light filter.

"The good news is that we successfully sent the little white sheep into the quantum space, and the time mechanism there is indeed different from reality."

"Little Aries?"

Potts asked curiously: "Did you send a sheep in?"

She pointed to the large tunnel-like mechanical device in the room and expressed her doubts to several people present.

"Oh no, the little white sheep is actually a lab rat."

"Gray."

Tony saw that Potts's expression became more confused, and he added in time: "The children have been watching cartoons recently, and the protagonists are the lamb and the silly wolf."

"Oh! That makes sense."

Potts suddenly understood.

"Don't worry about these details"

Banner changed the topic back: "It's great that the time mechanism is different. That means the hypothesis of a time machine is still feasible, so the bad news is."

"The bad news is that there are still problems with our control of time. If I calculated correctly, we left the poor little white sheep and mouse alone in the quantum space..."

Tony glanced at the time and said the answer slowly:

"450 years."

With a pop, Banner fed half of the bun filling that was originally in his mouth to the floor.

"what!"

He put down the bun in his hand in disbelief, held his waist and strode to the table, took the tablet and swiped hard.

Yingsen also covered his forehead: "This is too big a difference. We obviously only set it for 10 minutes."

Banner frowned. The tablet was still automatically analyzing the previously transmitted data. He didn't have much patience and directly asked Tony who had seen it.

"What went wrong? Should we ask Dr. Pym to come over and take a look?"

When Tony heard this, he immediately covered his ears and put on a "I won't listen, I won't listen" posture: "Oh no, let me go, the old stubborn is here and we have to quarrel again."

Dr. Pym has the terrible filter of 'the son of the archenemy' towards Tony. In addition, he and Tony have old experiences, and the other explores new methods. The collision of thoughts and ideas makes the two of them communicate, which is called sparks and lightning. Speaking of Yingsen, even Banner was so scared that he almost turned green on the spot.

"Let the old man rest. He has stayed up with us for several long nights. Let's go find him again. You know how stubborn Dr. Pim is. If he fights with us for a few more days like before, we will have another fight tonight. We have to let the children from Qiqi be our guest guests."

Yingsen remembered that the day before yesterday, Dr. Pym suddenly fell to the ground while he was talking, scaring them half to death.

Fortunately, the old man was temporarily comatose after staying up too late and not getting enough rest. Fortunately, Qiqi happened to come to visit the class that day, so it didn't lead to a big mistake.

"Where's Scott?"

"He is playing games with the children on the twelfth floor."

Boz replied: "I'll go get him."

She turned around and walked a few steps, then stopped and said to the people who were yawning: "Seriously, you must get some good sleep. If this continues, Peter will be able to swing on the red bloodshot eyes of the three of you. ”

After saying this, Potts opened the door and left.

"Peter? Which Peter?"

Banner asked.

Tony just said: "Oh, he is..."

"Hey!! Did someone call me just now?!"

Bang! !

This was the sound of Banner falling off his stool for the second time.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of Stark Tower, a little spider appeared out of nowhere.

"Hi, Mr. Stark~Good morning~~"

"Hello, Dr. Banner, and the old gentleman whose name I don't know, how are you doing~"

Looking at the sunny and cheerful little boy outside the window of the 382-meter-high building, wearing 'red pajamas' and 'swimming goggles', with his right hand waving like a wiper, Tony felt the veins on his forehead tap dancing even more joyfully.

"Boy, come in from outside!"