Daisy in the Marvel Universe

Seeing that Stark's persecution paranoia has reached this level, Daisy had to write a letter of apology to him. Doesn't it feel normal if nothing happens to the earth? What kind of logic is this!

"As long as you don't cause trouble, nothing will happen to the earth. Can you understand what I say?" she whispered.

Stark's beard stood up: "What you said goes against the objective laws. Things should not happen according to my will. Doesn't the doctor not go to work and the patient will not get sick? You are lying to me."

The theory that there is no disease without medical treatment is indeed nonsense, but the Marvel world often follows this principle. A lot of trouble is there. If you don’t mess with it, it will definitely not break out. Once you do, it will immediately become a big trouble.

Thinking of some rumors, Daisy couldn't laugh or cry: "I heard from Pepper that you bought a title? Grand Duke Stark...Tsk, tsk, winter is coming, haha..."

"Is there a crisis on Earth recently?" Stark didn't bother to talk around in circles with her. Seeing that she was about to change the subject, he asked straightforwardly.

Daisy's heart moved, this guy seemed a little uncomfortable if he didn't cause trouble.

Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged villains are everywhere.

The Xinxing Central Biocomputer has found the coordinates of Cancer Universe, but it's just not convenient for her to go there now.

In mid-June, both Wanda and Qin were nearly eight months pregnant. Even though she really wanted to go to Cancer Universe, she didn't dare to leave easily for fear that something would happen to her family if she went there. , she will regret it for the rest of her life.

I originally wanted to put the matter of the Cancer Universe on hold for the time being, but Stark jumped out and wanted to make use of this strong force? Or drag all the superheroes out to fight cancer in the universe?

Originally, I wanted to take Deadpool by myself, and Daisy would beat the enemy to its remaining health no matter what kind of enemy it was. Then Deadpool, a guy with the power of death, would go over and stab him. It was simple and rough, and the two of them were enough.

But now Stark seems to have given her a new choice.

There is no point in always fighting alone. As the searcher said, what if one day you get tired of it? Why not mobilize everyone's enthusiasm?

The more I think about it, the more I think it is a good idea, but saying it directly by myself is not effective and can easily arouse suspicion. It is best for them to find out by themselves, just like the bosses behind the scenes who provide help to the protagonists in many film and television works. In fact, they know everything. , but just don’t say it, letting the protagonist slowly discover the truth, and then jump out to provide help.

I went through the whole plan in my mind, this is a great idea! She was prepared to do just that.

He immediately talked nonsense with Stark calmly, and soon told him to keep quiet on the grounds that the TV debate was about to start.

Stark had no interest in the televised debates and left CBS disappointed when he saw that he didn't get much out of it.

With a heavy burden of thought on his mind, Stark had a premonition that something was going to happen, but Daisy didn't tell the truth at all, which made him very annoyed.

He hopes that he can take a dominant position in the incident instead of passively dealing with one problem after another. This is a matter of character and also related to his own ability.

If he was prepared, he could create corresponding armor. If he was not prepared, it would be hard to tell.

He returned to the workroom and continued to debug his new armor. After working for a while, he felt clueless. While drinking, he lay on the bed in the workroom to rest. His eyelids felt heavier and heavier, and he slowly fell asleep.

"Winter is coming..."

"Winter is coming..."

"What is our family motto?"

"Winter is coming!"

At first it seemed that he was murmuring in a low voice, but then the sound made him confused as to who was speaking.

He only felt a bit noisy in his ears, followed by a bone-chilling cool breeze. The chill penetrated his clothes and skin, blowing directly into the gaps between his bones. The cold made him curl up subconsciously, but his hands and feet were stiff, and he was half-way through the movement. Sober up.

Where are you? He wondered why his workplace was so cold.

Stark felt that his consciousness was a little unclear. When he sat up, he found that the surrounding environment had changed.

There is no trace of the modern machining center anymore. The working environment with bright windows has turned into a dark brick and stone house. The mechanical arms he made by himself have been replaced by bows and arrows and battle axes. He likes to work quietly. environment, but at this time, you can vaguely hear a lot of noisy voices outside.

where is this place? He was a little confused when he looked at the bearskin coat, the leather armor and the extremely rough silk lining he was wearing.

Firewood was burning in the fireplace in the room. In the crackling firelight, Stark frowned as he looked at the completely unfamiliar room in front of him. How did he get to this place?

There was a two-handed sword on the bedside, and he deliberately refused, but he thought that in a strange environment, having a weapon in his hand was better than nothing. He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and then he realized that his hands were different.

He is an engineer and has a pair of dexterous hands, but the hand in front of him has nothing to do with dexterity. It is thick, strong, and the jaw is covered with calluses. This is a hand that often uses cold weapons in combat.

Realizing something was wrong, he quickly turned back to look at the bronze mirror in the room, and the unclear reflection showed a somewhat weathered face.

His appearance was still his, but the cynicism had long since disappeared. At this moment, the reflection in the mirror was partly frightened and partly surprised.

He now has thick, long black hair that is messy and connected to his beard, a bit like Stark's face with Thor's hairstyle.

A quarter of an hour later, Stark clarified his situation by sorting through his memories.

He inexplicably turned into Duke Tony Stark and fell asleep in his workroom. When he woke up, he had arrived in a place completely unrelated to the earth. His family was the guardian family of the northern border of the empire, and their family emblem was For direwolves, the family motto is that winter is coming.

There was also a small lounge in his room, where the Duchess was resting. His movement of opening the door alerted the Duchess.

Stark studied the Duchess's facial expression carefully. This was a woman he was familiar with, or at least felt familiar to him.

"Tony?! What the hell is going on! I remember I was still in New York!" Pepper was not as calm as him, and this lady's outfit similar to a fishbone skirt made her breathless. .

"Are you Pepper?"

"certainly!"

"What's my social security number?" Stark asked quickly, not giving her any time to think.

Pepper reflexively said a string of codes, and Stark finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was him, but he was more worried that in this unfamiliar place, his responsibilities would be doubled.