[Zhongyingmei] Who is my father?

When Joyce and Zero came to the laboratory following Friday's guidance, they were greeted by Iron Man's loveless expression.

"Why do you have this expression?"

Startled by the sudden appearance of him in his big face, Joyce pushed the other person to put a friendly distance away, only thinking that he should obey the instinctive impulse, first stab the other person before saying: "It makes you very uncomfortable to see me." are you happy?"

"Almost." Before the man actually pulled the knife out of his sleeve, he let it go.Tony rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, not really trying to explain his sudden bad mood.

However, he didn't say it, it doesn't mean that others have no way to know.

His eyes turned half a circle in the still dilapidated laboratory, and quickly locked on a series of dizzying data on the virtual screen, as if the owner deliberately placed it in the most conspicuous place Let him find the same.Zero, who lowered his head and followed Joyce, heard his second person pause, and then sneered. It was hard to tell whether it was tit-for-tat or gloating.

"Didn't you say that absolutely no one can inherit your genius gene?" Joyce crossed his arms across his chest, admiring Tony's eyes that almost turned his whole eyeballs out, Joyce reminded him like this: "Half an hour ago, you still Said that this hypothesis is impossible to hold, so you will not take the time to verify ... so what am I seeing now?"

"Your genetic data, and my genetic data, that's all."

Gritting his teeth in this way, the president's father looked like he wanted to punch the other party's beautiful nose: "These are just two sets of samples that were analyzed based on precise experiments. Mental numbers."

"Oh," Joyce nodded clearly: "Then the last similarity ratio comparison is also to prove your great scientific spirit?"

"..."

"Your great scientific spirit is to prove that you are my father?"

Tony: "..."

This unlucky son, if you don't piss me off, will you not be able to live? !

They stared at each other like two stubborn donkeys who would never admit defeat, neither of them willing to admit that they had any slight pleasure in this result.Dr. Banner, who was silently watching by the side, smiled, left the two of them in place without any surprise, got up and walked towards Zero, who was a little at a loss, and spoke in the gentlest tone he could.

"You are Zero." There was a natural affinity in his voice.It's hard to imagine that the same person hides another extremely destructive big guy in his body: "Don't get me wrong, Tony didn't mean that he didn't like you. On the contrary, he was looking forward to having the two of you like this." His son...although he is not his own."

"...Well." Nodding, Zero glanced at Joyce, trying to respond to the other party's communication in a normal way: "Jo actually likes Stark quite a bit."

"Who wants this little bastard to be my son?!!"

"Who likes this dwarf who dies when pinched?!"

Unexpectedly, their own family would ruin their reputation behind them, Joyce and Tony turned their heads at the same time and roared in unison.Then he turned his head and looked at the other person with eyes almost bursting into flames: "Who are you calling a jerk/short?!!"

"..."

Looking at the two people who were basically testing back and forth on the verge of fighting, Dr. Banner shook his head helplessly.I didn't bother to care about it, I just picked up the coffee cup on the side and watched it openly.

"I absolutely destroyed the world in my previous life, that's why I met a guy like you."

After a very childish quarrel for at least 5 minutes, after being choked up by Joyce, Tony resolutely gave up on continuing to communicate with each other, and finally remembered that they still have more important things to do than quarrel:

"Where's your other half? Come here, sit here, I hope you're cuter than that bastard Joyce."

He patted the lazy sofa next to the laboratory table angrily, and made a dent in the soft cushion with a few strokes.And Zero looked at Joyce, and walked over silently after getting the affirmation of the other party, but the moment he sat down, his expression was a little frightened, as if it was some kind of monster that would eat him.

"Do you have a firmer chair?"

Although he didn't deliberately observe the other person's expression, he always knew what he was thinking.Joyce glanced at Zero who was competing with the man-eating beanbag, bent his knuckles and tapped the table, and asked Iron Man who was debugging the equipment.

"What? Can't I give up the most comfortable place in my lab?"

Looking up from a bunch of calibrated values, Tony looked at the other party in disbelief.But after receiving Joyce's meaningful gaze, he suddenly realized, and instructed Dr. Banner to move a treatment chair from a corner: "Please, please, maintaining a good mood is conducive to our research... that What Zero, you try this, it should be more suitable for you than a beanbag."

Zero didn't refuse.On the contrary, judging by the speed at which he got up, he seemed very happy to get rid of the oversoft sofa, eager to sit in the chair with only one cushion, and looked at Tony with rare murderous eyes.

"Okay, now I'm going to take your blood sample and analyze it. It might hurt a little bit, you have to control it so you don't break my skull open with that deadly heavy metal arm."

Holding a bunch of strange-shaped equipment and walking in front of Zero, the president's father said so.And Dr. Banner assisted at the side, picked up something like a syringe gun and stabbed it into Zero's blood vessel. In an instant, the virtual screen in midair began to scroll a series of very complicated data.

Zero looked calm.

Seeing that there was no bloodshed in the first step of the test, Joyce was also relieved, looked at the time displayed on the wall, and asked, "How long will it take?"

"I don't know, at least an hour." Tony replied.The two looked at each other in mid-air, and he nodded lightly, indicating that it didn't matter.

"Then I'll go out and wait, and Zero will be handed over to you."

Joyce deliberately raised the volume, said in a flat tone, and pretended that he didn't see Zero raised his head in an instant, with a dazed and aggrieved look, like a dog about to be discarded, staring straight at him, But it can't change his soft heart.

"I'll wait for you downstairs." Nodding to Zero, Joyce finally said this, then turned and walked out of the laboratory door.

If it was normal, Zero would not care what Tony stuck into the back of his hand at this moment, and would definitely stand up and leave with him.However, Joyce's cold expression and the phrase "You should grow up" are still in his ears, and he dare not make the other party angry.What's more, this is a very important test analysis for Joyce. Even if he wants to follow the opponent again, Zero dare not leave even a step before the end.

He leaned back in his chair slumped, the air pressure around him was as low as a dark cloud about to rain.

"Is Joyce important to you?" Glancing at him, Tony lowered his head and stared at the blood collection equipment, seemingly unintentionally asked, "Can't you even stand being separated from him for a while?"

"..."

Zero answered the question with silence.And Iron Man didn't mind his silent resistance, he just took the sample and walked towards the detector in the corner, and the voice came from afar:

"You always have to give him his personal space, he has his own things to do."

And, it's all for one person.

At the same time, he walked out of the laboratory, making sure he was out of Zero's sight.Joyce suddenly quickened his pace and walked towards the room where he woke up.

Friday seemed to know his urgency, and the elevator was running faster than usual.And the time Tony can help him hold Zero in the laboratory is limited. In this rare alone time, he must solve a puzzle that has been deeply rooted in his mind.

With the curtains drawn, Joyce sent a text message on his mobile phone in the room where the lights were not turned on.

But after a while, one or two orange sparks suddenly appeared out of thin air in the dark room, and accompanied by the sound of "呲呲", they connected into a complete circle in the air.

Inside the circle, there seems to be a wide hall.Joyce stepped through the portal without hesitation. The moment his feet stepped on the marble floor, the circle of fire behind him dissipated into the air. In a blink of an eye, the room in the Avengers Building was empty.

Friday didn't say anything about the sudden disappearance, and was as quiet as ever, still watching every corner of the building silently.

At the same time, standing in the New York Temple, Joyce looked at the long-faced mage in front of him, but he couldn't say how kindly he looked.

"I've always wanted to say, I'm not your driver, I can take you wherever you want."

While stopping his cloak from turning his elbows outward, he protested to Joyce bitterly and bitterly.Although he had long expected that the other party would come to question him, Strange obviously wanted to make a final struggle.

"This is what you should do."

Raising his eyebrows, Joyce sneered: "Go and bask your brain in the sun, that's all you can do."

Doctor Strange: "..."

Would you die if you weren't so mean!Will it? ! !

"You know why I'm here and where I'm going."

With a certain tone, Joyce glanced at the Eye of Agamotto hanging on the opponent's chest.Although he often disliked Strange, he still had to admit that his ability was indeed very powerful.

"……I know."

Since the other party is already standing here, there is no need to hide.The Supreme Mage who saw through the past and the future sighed silently.Perhaps he had already foreseen this moment, but when time turned and he really came to this point, he would still feel a little embarrassed.

But Joyce beat him up without coming up, and Doctor Strange felt that he was probably a little surprised by this.

"Are you really ready?" Prepare to find truths that may not be so rosy.

he asked, pinching his fingers together, and began to draw the outline of the portal in the air.

"I'll never be ready."

Joyce replied.He looked at the phantom gradually taking shape in midair, and the long-abandoned courtyard behind the door, and his eyes slowly moved to Strange's face, with an unprecedentedly serious expression:

"Tell me, will I find everything I'm looking for there?"

"……certainly."

Doctor Strange sighed.

I hope you can bear the answer that fate gives you.

No matter how cruel and painful it is.