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Henry glanced down at Wanda, then glanced at Pietro on the other side, a look of deep agreement on his face.
"I agree," he nodded.
"Especially the toilets. I think they need to be made entirely of vibranium. I'm afraid they'll get up in a bad mood one morning and blow up the toilet. You know, it would be very troublesome to clean up."
"Vibranium? Do you think it's cabbage? Just use it if you want?" Tony rolled his eyes and retracted the mask of his armor.
"And the focus is on the toilet? The focus is on my wine cellar! God, all those whiskeys I have collected for more than ten years! I can't imagine if this fast-running kid drinks them all when I'm not at home..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help shuddering, as if he had seen the end of the world.
"Don't worry," Henry soothed.
"I'll help you watch. If he dares to touch your wine, I'll hang him from the ceiling and let him experience what it's like to be a real-life Fast and Furious fan."
"That's more like it." Tony's mood brightened slightly. He glanced at the ruins below, now completely covered in ice and snow, and curled his lips.
"Okay, the fireworks show is over; it's time to go home. Jarvis, get a plane to pick us up. I don't want to fly across the Atlantic carrying this potato; it'll seriously affect my flying posture and my handsome image."
"Yes, sir."
Hours later, Stark Industries' private jet landed smoothly on the tarmac of the Malibu beachfront villa.
The morning sun shines on the sparkling sea, creating a pleasant scene.
But the atmosphere in the cabin is far less relaxing than the scenery outside.
Wanda and Pietro were temporarily placed in the medical cabin, connected to various vital signs monitoring devices.
There was nothing wrong with their bodies; they just fell into a deep sleep due to mental exhaustion and forced calmness.
As soon as Tony returned to his familiar laboratory, he immediately took off his arm and changed into comfortable casual clothes.
He was holding a cup of espresso, walking back and forth in front of the holographic screen, his brow furrowed and muttering to himself.
"No, no, the energy constraints... must be redesigned to be compatible with that strange energy... The security system must be fully upgraded, infrared, motion capture, pressure sensing... everything must be upgraded to the highest level! And my room must be equipped with at least five independent firewalls, the kind that physically isolate it! God, why did I agree to this damn proposal..."
Henry seemed much more relaxed.
He took out a box of donuts from the refrigerator, sat down on the chair without any hesitation, and ate while looking at his brother, who was suffering from post-war stress syndrome.
"I say, can you sit down and rest for a while?" Henry said vaguely.
"You're turning around like this, making me dizzy. Someone who doesn't know you might think you're irritable because of constipation."
"You are constipated! Your whole family is constipated!" Tony yelled without turning his head.
"I'm making a rigorous scientific plan for both of our lives! You, a guy who only thinks with your muscles, don't understand the meaning of danger!"
"Oh? Really?" Henry took another big bite of the donut.
"So what have you planned? Are you going to put wheels on the entire villa, so that if you find something wrong, you can drive away immediately?"
"That's a good backup plan!" Tony said seriously, then called up the structural diagram of the villa on the holographic screen and began to frantically add virtual models of various defence facilities on it.
"First, we need an independent energy supply system specifically for the energy restraint... Second, all the glass must be replaced with the latest material, capable of withstanding the girl's energy shock for at least one minute... No, thirty seconds! Ten seconds will do!"
Henry looked at him, looking as if he was facing a great enemy, and shook his head helplessly.
This guy has a typical victim complex.
It was clearly the two of them who destroyed Hydra's base, but now it seems as if Hydra is coming to tear down their house.
"Have you ever thought about that?" Henry swallowed the last bite of the donut and patted the frosting off his hands.
"Maybe when they wake up, they won't immediately want to tear down your house?"
"Maybe?" Tony stopped what he was doing, turned around, and looked at Henry as if he were looking at an innocent child.
"Oh, come on, Henry. Were you fooled by that last look from that girl? Don't forget, just a few hours ago, they were determined to turn us both to ash. Do you expect them to suddenly wake up after a good night's sleep, cling to our thighs, and cry out to join our righteous family? Don't dream, such plots only appear in those family ethics dramas.
"I'm not that naïve." Henry spread his hands.
"I just think you should give them a chance. And give ourselves a chance too."
As he spoke, he stood up and walked to the medical bay, looking at the sleeping brother and sister inside.
"I saw her memories, Tony." Henry's voice dropped.
"Or rather, she took the initiative to let me see it. War, ruins, hunger, death... and that unexploded shell with the Stark Industries logo on it. That was the root of all their nightmares over the past ten years."
Tony was silent.
He walked over to Henry with coffee in his hand and also looked at the young twins in the medical cabin.
The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the laboratory onto their pale faces, making them look like two fragile porcelain dolls. It was difficult to associate them with the two super-powered people with a destructive aura.
"I know."
After a long while, Tony spoke hoarsely.
"I know Stark Industries has a shady past. I've been working hard to make amends. But that doesn't mean I have to pay for every terrorist atrocity. It certainly doesn't mean I have to keep two nuclear bombs that could explode at any time in my home."
"They're not nuclear bombs, Tony." Henry shook his head.
"They are just two kids who have gone astray. And we happen to be the ones who have the ability and the responsibility to get them back on the right track." Henry smiled slightly. What he didn't say was that he also had selfish motives.
Wanda and Pietro were both very capable, especially Wanda. Her full form was at the pinnacle of the multiverse, making her a reliable and powerful ally. Tony fell silent again.
He looked at the two people's faces, which were still frowning even in their sleep, and the irritability and resistance in his heart were gradually replaced by softness for some reason.
He thought of his childhood.
I remembered Howard, who was always busy with work and reluctant to express his fatherly love.
I remembered how he always used arrogance and conceit to cover up his inner loneliness.
Perhaps this younger brother, who is also tough on the outside but soft on the inside, has a point.
"All right."
He finally compromised and sighed deeply.
"I'll only give them one chance. If they wake up and still look at me as if I've seen the murderer of their father, I promise I'll immediately pack them up and send them both to the moon, where they can have a good discussion about their ideals in life with the Nazis on the far side of the moon."
"Deal." Henry smiled.
"But." Tony changed the subject and smiled slyly.
"Before that, we have to prepare a welcome gift for them."
He said, snapping his fingers.
On the other side of the laboratory, a robotic arm slowly rose, and two silver metal collars were placed on the tray.
"This is the 2.0 version of the peace collar I just designed," Tony introduced proudly.
"Using the latest biometric technology, it can monitor the wearer's emotional fluctuations and energy index in real time. Once it detects strong attack intent or abnormal energy, it immediately releases a special nerve inhibitor, causing them to experience weakness and dizziness within seconds."
Henry looked at the two collars, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"You call this a welcome gift? It looks more like a pet collar to me. Are you sure you don't want to keep them as pets?"
"It's called a safety measure! It's to prevent them from hurting themselves, and to prevent them from hurting us!" Tony said righteously.
"Besides, it's much more humane than your method of just knocking people out with your fists, isn't it?"
Just as the two of them were arguing about the definition of a collar.
Inside the medical cabin, Wanda's eyelashes trembled slightly.