In the messy Wick, the two sides reached a temporary peace.
After all, continuing to beat a naked man would make people think it was a strange hobby.
"You mean... my Father sent someone to kill you?"
The Wick was eerily quiet.
As the Wizard King, John admitted he hadn't expected the Disarming Charm to strip the Iron Man suit completely.
He also didn't expect the other party to come to someone else's house like this, wearing nothing.
John clearly remembered that Iron Man always wore clothes when transforming, so why was he wearing nothing today?
Perhaps the wind made him sober up especially fast, Tony also quickly calmed down.
Originally here to settle scores, now he was being settled with.
Tony, naked, accepted the judgment of John's strange gaze.
This made him lose face a bit.
"Perhaps you, the young master of this family, don't understand your Father's influence," Tony bluffed, slowly walking towards the sofa with a straight back, eyeing a blanket there, picking it up and wrapping it around himself as he said, "Your Father, Watson Wick."
"He is the largest shareholder of Hammer Industries, and at the same time, he is the head of a global underground force alliance."
Seeing that John didn't intend to stop him, Tony continued, "Under his management, this underground alliance has grown stronger and stronger, covering many industries."
"Weapons are just one of his items."
Since he had been captured, Tony sat down generously, "By the way, what did you just use? Superpower? Magic?"
John didn't answer him, just frowned in thought.
"My Father wouldn't go assassinate you."
"That's not necessarily true." Tony laughed wryly, seemingly surprised by the naivety of this underground President's son.
"Uh... could you get me my helmet? I'm not wearing shoes, and I don't really want to step on, well, you know." Tony pointed to his Iron Man helmet.
There was dust and glass all over the floor, he didn't want to step on it.
This set of Iron Man suit was good in every way, except it required assistance to wear.
It was also the first time Tony had been taken apart in battle, and he thought to himself, he needed to design a set of Iron Man suit that could be worn without assistance.
John raised a gesture pointing at Tony, casting a spell silently.
The helmet floated up and flew towards Tony.
"Wow."
Tony caught the helmet, also surprised by this ability, and at the same time very interested in that gesture.
"Jarvis, are you still there?"
"I am, Mr."
Hearing this answer made Tony heave a sigh of relief.
That strange lightning, and strange abilities, all these needed to be recorded.
As he thought, he said, "Project S.H.I.E.L.D.'s data on Watson Wick."
Tony shrugged and placed the helmet on the dusty table, "Since you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."
The helmet's eyes lit up, projecting onto the wall.
John turned his head to look, and it was all data about his Dad.
"Watson Wick, highly dangerous person, file level, 8."
"Formed an underground alliance with many forces, Continental Hotel."
"Closely associated with the War Lord, Yuri Orlov, once appeared together in Sokovia, triggering the Sokovia coup and War."
"Hammer Industries investor, with close ties to mysterious forces in Russia."
John looked at the pieces of data about his Dad, his expression gradually changing.
Finally, the data stopped on 'Closely associated with the War Lord, Yuri Orlov', 'Hammer Industries investor, with close ties to mysterious forces in Russia'.
Tony pointed at these two pieces of data and said proudly, "I believe you also watch the news, otherwise you wouldn't know me."
"The guy who attacked me yesterday was a scientist from Russia."
He stared into John's eyes, trying to see emotions other than calmness, and said, "How did he know I was in Monaco? And how did he know I would go to the race?"
"I can tell you responsibly," Tony stood up, walking towards John wrapped in a blanket, "Only he can do all of this, because he is the underground President, Watson Wick, a person who even Presidents fear to offend."
Accepting the impact of unfamiliar information, John raised his eyes to meet Tony's gaze.
Mind-Reading Spell.
In what John saw, Tony meant what he said.
This showed that he truly believed this, it wasn't just an excuse.
"My answer is still the same, my Father couldn't be the one who assassinated you." John slowly shook his head.
This made Tony very angry, he ripped off his blanket, revealing his body affected by palladium poisoning, and laughed in extreme anger, "Is that so? Then go tell your Father not to worry that Tony Stark will affect his business!"
"Because I'm about to die, my life is short!"
His last sentence was roared out.
After knowing his Death date, he had been under immense pressure.
Even a genius like Tony Stark had to constantly endure torment in the face of Death.
He became reckless, reaching out a finger to poke John's chest.
John unhappily raised his hand to grab the finger, his wand twirling flexibly in his left hand like a small snake.
Before Tony could even react, a black wand stopped in front of his eyes.
"Show some respect to my family, and to me," John said in a deep voice, "Don't forget, you broke into my house and launched an attack for no reason."
"Calm down, calm down, I think we can approach this matter rationally."
Tony raised his hands in front of his chest, immediately conceding defeat and indicating he was not a threat.
That's right, his Iron Man suit had been taken apart, what threat could he possibly pose?
Tony took a deep breath, this feeling was truly frustrating.
In the past, he was always the arrogant one, but today he was the one caught.
The titles of genius scientist and billionaire had made everything smooth sailing for him.
John told him to keep his distance.
Tony stepped back and accidentally tripped over a raised carpet.
He then tragically demonstrated what a picture of a naked man falling flat on his face looked like.
That dangling thing was truly unbearable to look at, John covered his face and averted his gaze.
"I think my Father might have some clothes left in the closet, Mr. Stark."
"Is that so, that's great." Tony stood up, he also didn't have the habit of being naked in front of men, especially when that naked person was himself.
If John were a beautiful girl, he wouldn't mind.
"That's my sister's room, you'd better not go in!"
"Oh, sorry."
John watched Tony looking lost, he could guess that the person walking around his house wasn't Tony.
Then it was someone else.
The Agent who appeared in London, and this person in the house.
Perhaps it was the same organization.
Could they also be investigating Dad?
"I wonder how much trouble Dad has stirred up." John was very melancholic, just finished praising Dad for making a lot of money, and in the blink of an eye, Iron Man came killing into the house.
Praise him a couple more times, and will Thor come?
"Uh... your Father's build is similar to mine."
Tony reappeared, having changed into a new set of clothes.
"But I suggest your Father doesn't wear this brand, perhaps another... ok, alright, calm down." Tony, who was about to complain a couple more times, saw John impatiently raise his wand and wisely shut his mouth.
"You still haven't told me, are you a superpower user or a Magician?"
"Neither, you can call me a Wizard."
John silently glanced at Tony, and said irritably, "You'd better leave there, before my sister comes home, I don't want her room to still look like it was blown open by a bomb."
"Alright, I know a construction team that guarantees it will be exactly the same as before." Tony had been thinking about the assassination issue while changing clothes.
The wind made him quite sober.
Thinking about it carefully, he was too impulsive.
John's abilities were strange, having Whiplash assassinate him was completely unnecessary.
Or is that underground President actually a kind Father, unwilling to let his child be stained with blood?
John ignored the brainstorming Tony, and waved his wand again, "Reparo"
The blown-open wall flew back together, even the chair with broken legs pieced itself back together.
After the Magic swept through the surrounding mess, everything was restored to its original state, just as the spell's literal meaning suggested.
The magical scene made Tony couldn't help but exclaim.
"If you opened a renovation company, it would definitely be popular."
"I'll take that as a compliment." John rolled his eyes at Tony, and his foot kicked the Iron Man suit part near his foot.
"This suit is pretty good, quite handsome."
"I'll take that as a compliment too," Tony walked to the table and picked up the helmet, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave."
"Oh?" John said with a half-smile, "You're not going to pretend nothing happened again, are you?"
"Alright." Tony put down the helmet, and asked boldly, "How much?"
"What?" John said in surprise.
Tony said, "How much money will it take for you to let me leave?"
Anything that could be solved with money was not a problem for him.
"You've misunderstood." John raised an eyebrow and said, "I'm not interested in your money."
"What I care about more is this."
John's finger tapped the helmet.
Tony's face sank, "You want the Iron Man suit technology?"
If that were the case, he would need to consider how to kill the other party.
"What would I want that for?" John said speechlessly, "I want the data about my Father, and where my family went."
"That's it?"
Now it was Tony's turn to be surprised.
You know, compared to his own smart brain, the S.H.I.E.L.D. data that could be easily hacked into was not worth much.
"I still say the same thing, Mr. Stark." John looked at Tony and said seriously, "My Father wouldn't assassinate you, at least not this time."
Kill Iron Man?
John thought about it and decided against it, he would still need the other party to fight the """Purple Sweet Potato""" in the future.
His gaze fell on the arc reactor on Tony's chest, and he tapped it with his wand, reminding him, "I think you should have noticed that the person had the same thing on him as you."
Hearing this, Tony looked down.
"Your family is thieves and butchers." The attacker's words echoed in his ears.
His expression was not good.
Because...
Palladium poisoning.