Of course, as a genius surrounded by countless accolades, Tony often appeared in the news.
Broly concluded that Tony hadn't yet developed the Iron Man suit. In that case, his arrival in this world must have been before Iron Man was even born.
"What happened to Tony?" Broly asked.
"He was captured by terrorists. A lot of people are searching for his whereabouts right now, so I have to go save him," Natasha said with a serious expression.
"Captured?" Broly casually picked up a newspaper and glanced at it. Sure enough, the headlines were filled with reports about Tony's disappearance.
Broly immediately understood—this was where the real story began.
It was precisely because Tony had been captured this time that he would develop the Iron Man suit and eventually become Iron Man.
However, Broly didn't recall Natasha appearing in the first Iron Man movie. Her appearance should have been in Iron Man 2.
Moreover, Tony's capture could be considered a blessing in disguise. If Natasha went, she might end up in danger.
Since Natasha was determined to rescue Tony, Broly knew she must have received orders from above—there was no way she could refuse.
"Big sis, I'll go with you," Broly said with a smile, half-joking.
"Don't joke around. Are you teasing me again?" Natasha scolded.
"Did you forget? I have superpowers," Broly replied with a faint smile.
Natasha paused for a moment, then remembered—when she first found Broly, he could already fly.
But over the years, Broly had behaved like a completely ordinary child. He hadn't flown or shown anything unusual, causing Natasha to gradually forget what had happened sixteen years ago.
"Alright, Broly, stay at home and behave. This is my mission. I just want you to grow up safely—this kind of danger isn't something you should get involved in," Natasha said, giving him a deep look before leaving.
She got into a S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicle and quickly disappeared.
Naturally, Broly wasn't about to let Natasha face danger alone. Fortunately, he could sense her energy, so finding her wouldn't be difficult.
He also knew exactly where Natasha worked.
Broly smiled. His black hair suddenly turned yellow-green. He pulled open the window, and his body shot out like a streak of light, flying into the distance.
In no time, Broly arrived at an uninhabited stretch of sky, hovering high above.
He knew that before long, the aircraft carrying Natasha would pass through this area. He planned to secretly follow his "big sister" and ensure her safety.
Additionally, Broly hadn't wasted his years in school. Through study and practice, he had learned to use his own energy to interfere with satellite surveillance systems.
One could say that Broly now functioned like a small stealth fighter jet—while flying, no instruments could detect his presence. Moreover, his energy reserves were immense. If he wished, he could destroy the entire Earth at any time.
About twenty minutes later, Broly spotted an aircraft rapidly approaching from afar.
Sensing the energy inside, he confirmed that Natasha was indeed on board.
Broly smiled and calmly followed behind the plane.
Another ten minutes passed before the aircraft landed in a distant desert.
Natasha stepped out alone, dressed in refugee clothing.
Broly looked on, speechless.
Looks like big sis is going undercover.
With so many elite agents in S.H.I.E.L.D., they had still chosen to send Natasha—a beautiful young woman—on such a mission. Broly's impression of S.H.I.E.L.D. dropped to zero.
The plane soon took off again and vanished into the horizon, leaving Natasha to proceed alone through the barren desert.
Broly scanned the direction she was heading. Several kilometers away, there was an arms base. Inside, he could faintly make out more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers.