Ivan Vanko, also known as Whiplash.
He was rescued.
Very efficient. Almost immediately after he was sent to prison for the attack, Hammer arranged for someone to create a false death through an explosion, a classic swap.
As the person swapped out, Ivan Vanko naturally had to demonstrate his value.
Hammer valued his ability to create a reactor identical to Stark's.
He hoped that at the Stark Expo, he could severely dampen Tony Stark's spirit.
"Yes, I understand."
Hammer was on the phone with someone.
He said with a smile, "Our stocks are growing, Mr. Wick."
"Stark giving up the weapons division is absolutely the most foolish thing. We can... what? Wait, I know I can't hide it from you, that scientist, okay, yes, I understand."
Hammer's smile gradually disappeared, and the call ended.
Turning to look at the delivered parrot, his expression was not good.
Who would have thought that the major shareholder of Hammer Industries would interfere in this matter.
He reached out and teased the bought parrot, then turned around, put on a smile, and walked towards the scientists who were studying the future of Hammer Industries.
...
Evening.
John had a new understanding of his Dad.
"Why didn't I notice before that Dad was involved in so many things."
He rubbed his forehead. Couldn't there be fewer troubles during this vacation?
Hammer Industries.
A.I.M.
Pym Technologies.
Dad's investment skills are really online.
At least the stocks of these companies are booming.
"Okay, at least I know Dad is safe now."
The good news is that even an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. is unaware of Dad's whereabouts.
As someone who is often followed by Agents, Dad should be used to these things by now.
Looking through the files, John stopped scrolling the mouse wheel.
His gaze fixed on an Agent responsible for these files.
"Phil Coulson, using the alias Clark Gregg, infiltrated Hua Sheng Wick's subordinates."
John stared at the name. It seemed Dad had mentioned that guy named Gregg.
This person had been under Dad for at least ten years and was also an Agent.
And the name Coulson, John had some impression of it.
"I didn't even know I was housing a mole," John complained, then searched for information about the feud between Stark and his Dad.
From the other party's tone, it seemed that besides this assassination attempt, he and Dad had other conflicts.
Looking back, John found nothing.
It was probably deleted by Tony himself, after all, letting John know about that feud might not be a good thing.
Even the mighty Iron Man had his own little schemes.
John scoffed and closed the laptop.
"My vacation is ruined."
It was a rare holiday, but a lot of things were waiting for him to do.
Fortunately, it wasn't urgent. Dad and Mom were together, and with Mom's skills, even if Hulk came, there wouldn't be much of a problem.
What John needed to deal with now was the guy ringing the doorbell.
Even through the door, he could smell something unusual about the other person.
And it was similar to the female Agent who had approached him.
John opened the door, and the first thing he saw was a very standard bald head.
John stared at the bald head for two seconds, then lowered his gaze to one of the person's eyes.
A stylish leather coat, a black eye patch, a standard bald head.
John looked at the person's shoes. The size and style of those shoes were the same as the pair that came in after his family left.
His gaze fell on the person behind the bald head, a beautiful red hair and face. John chuckled, "London white-collar lady, welcome to New York."
Natasha stared at John, wondering how he had crossed the Atlantic to get to New York.
With a charming smile, Natasha flicked her hair, and said naturally, "Aren't you going to invite a lady in?"
"I'd rather call the police," John glanced around, "but I suppose no police officer would answer."
...
Entering the Wick house.
He didn't know why it was so lively today.
First the Supreme Mage, then Iron Man, and now the Motherfucker from S.H.I.E.L.D.
He hadn't met a single one in his previous thirty years, and now they were all coming together.
"I think Americans don't like drinking tea."
John picked up a cup of black tea, not preparing any for the two in front of him.
Nick Fury felt this blatant hostility. His single eye looked at John, "Your hostility towards me is not groundless. Can I know the reason?"
"Very simple, a female Agent pretended to be kidnapped at my doorstep," John glanced at Fury, "another person came here sneaking around looking for something after my family left."
"Excellent," Nick Fury applauded and said, "Then what if I said I was curious how someone from across the Atlantic could cross the Atlantic in an hour?"
"Wow, that must be amazing Magic," John said with a stiffly surprised tone, his expression unperturbed, "You can ask the Agent lady, she crossed the Atlantic in one morning."
Natasha, who had traveled by Quinjet, was naturally different from John.
Nick Fury's gaze was full of scrutiny.
Even S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information on John only went back to his birth certificate, showing how mysterious this person was.
After he turned nineteen, he completely disappeared for ten years.
Even Coulson, who was undercover with his Father, had never seen this person.
Suddenly appearing in a residence in Manhattan, New York, and arriving by the most mysterious method.
Full of mysteries, coupled with contact with Tony Stark.
S.H.I.E.L.D. had to conduct an assessment of him.
First impression.
Young.
So young that he didn't look like a thirty-year-old, but rather as if time had stopped at his nineteen years of disappearance.
Secondly, elegance.
Suit vest, gold watch chain, black hair full of mystery and aristocratic aura, reddish-brown eyes that seemed to change, making it impossible to look away.
Every move was full of the unique temperament resulting from the fusion of his Slavic bloodline and Great Britain.
"Perhaps you haven't heard this in a long time, but after entering someone's home, even out of politeness, you should introduce yourself," John said indifferently as he put down his teacup, addressing the bald head staring at him, "Also, staring at the host like this is very impolite."
"Nick Fury," Fury grinned, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and took out his identification, "Director of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division."
"That name is quite a mouthful," John said, "Don't tell me you don't think so."
"The abbreviation is S.H.I.E.L.D., Shield. The people under me prefer to call it S.H.I.E.L.D.," Nick Fury waved his hand.
John was not surprised, after all, this organization was the one that single-handedly promoted the Avengers Initiative.
S.H.I.E.L.D. coming to him was simply because of Stark.
"I think Tony Stark told you a lot of things," saying this, Fury looked around. Everything here was intact, not like there had been a fight, "Some things, we hope you will cooperate."
"Sorry, I don't want to cooperate."
John refused decisively.
He was here for a vacation and didn't want to get involved in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s affairs.
He refused so decisively that Fury hesitated for a moment, "You don't want to hear what it is?"
"In short, it won't be anything good. I knew that from the moment I saw this Agent lady."
"My vacation schedule is very tight."
John was already tired enough taking care of the mystical world for Ancient One during his vacation. You still want me to get involved in other things?
Even the Wizard King needs a vacation, doesn't he?
Nick Fury still wanted to say something, but his mind moved, and he changed his mind.
He stood up and said insincerely, "Okay, I hope you enjoy this vacation."
His sudden change was baffling, but John could feel that this bald head had ill intentions.
Walking to the door, Nick Fury said loudly, "Oh, by the way, remember to say hello to your Father for me."
"I have to say he caused me quite a bit of trouble."
Trouble?
John's mind stirred.
If this trouble didn't refer to Tony Stark, then it was someone else?
He watched Fury leave, and his wand slid into his left hand.
Walking out the door, Fury whispered to Natasha, "Find an opportunity to approach him again."
"He doesn't have news of Hua Sheng Wick," Natasha uncharacteristically didn't agree directly.
Fury looked at her in surprise, and said calmly, "He has some information we don't know, and a Father will always come looking for his son."
"The Ten Rings, as a terrorist organization, would attack an underground President. There must be a bigger conspiracy behind it."
"Keep an eye on this kid. If the Ten Rings can't find Hua Sheng Wick, they might target this kid."
Natasha nodded and said, "I understand."
"What about Tony Stark?"
Tony was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top priority.
Fury pondered for a moment, "His matter will be resolved in the next few days. I will arrange for others to monitor here. You prioritize Tony's matter."
S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't just have Natasha as an Agent. Being squeezed like this made Natasha begin to understand John's feeling of not wanting his vacation ruined.
Having a Boss who exploits you really doesn't make you happy.
Their conversation ended, and they left this expensive area.
After they left, John gradually removed the Disillusionment Charm from himself.
"Ten Rings?"
He was thoughtful. It seemed his parents were indeed very safe.
Even S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't know where they were.