I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Shaking his head and throwing the miscellaneous thoughts in his head aside, Leon continued:

"I think the World War I in New York saw our ability. At the same time, it also became fearful of us. After all, this is the first time such a team of superheroes has been formed."

"A lot of things, we still need to think about it in the long run. Find a time another day, we will gather all the members of the team, hold a meeting, and then discuss it slowly."

"At the end of the day, it's a team..."

Hearing this, Stark took a deep look at Leon with those brown eyes, and suddenly revealed a slight smile.

"You're right...but isn't Thor in Asgard? How are we going to contact him?"

"That's not a problem."

Thor is not, in a sense, an Earthling. However, his powerful combat power made other avengers not ignore his existence.

"Thor told me that the reason why he wanted to take away the Rubik's Cube was to better protect it on the one hand, and to repair the Rainbow Bridge on the other hand, so that Asgard could once again have access to the Nine Realms. When the Rainbow Bridge is repaired, he should be able to travel between Earth and Asgard at will."

"Rainbow Bridge...Odin...Asgard..."

Muttering these nouns, a look of yearning gradually appeared on Stark's face:

"I still don't quite believe that everything recorded in the Nordic fairy tale book is actually true..."

As a scientist, chasing the vast unknown world has always been a dream that indulges him.

Leon shrugged and took another sip of his whisky, "I'm not surprised, how many people would have thought that there are aliens in this world besides us before the Battle of New York..."

"Yes…"

At this time, Stark seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly sat up straight, looked at Leon, and said solemnly:

"Speaking of aliens, I was thinking about a question a few days ago. I think we have to pay some responsibility for this war."

Hearing this, Leon couldn't help raising his brows and looked at Stark, "What do you mean?"

"The remains and objects of these aliens are too dangerous. Once they fall into the wrong hands, the consequences will be a disaster."

"So, I'm going to do a deal with the government to join forces with them and form a company."

"A company?" Leon couldn't help muttering with a puzzled face.

"That's right! One company is responsible for the repair and compensation of property damage caused by our battles, as well as post-war clean-up. Of course, the most important thing is to collect all the alien objects scattered all over New York by the way."

"I've read the news, and there is a bald congressman, and he's quite right." After a pause, Stark drank the whisky in the glass and put the glass on the table with a "pop".

"He said: We so-called superheroes must be responsible for the destruction of the city. In a sense, he is not without reason..."

Looking at Stark's sudden low mood, Leon understood that the man in front of him still cared very much about the eyes and opinions of the world.

He just showed a look of indifference on the surface...

Thinking of this, Leon rolled his eyes and suddenly joked:

"You mean, the last sentence is right, or the next sentence is right?"

"I've always felt that I've never been a superhero. At least, I don't have a cool steel suit like yours, which can fly around the world..."

Hearing Leon's words, Stark was stunned for a moment, and then he realized immediately that Leon was comforting himself by changing the subject.

Although the method is somewhat euphemistic, Stark is very useful.

Compared with others comforting him with very sensational words, he prefers to pass on each other's concern in a joking way...

At least, Leon's kindness, he received.

"Hahaha... If you want, I can get you a steel battle suit too. After all, your pitch-black battle suit isn't cool at all..."

"Please, I'm not you. I like to be in the limelight all day. I still like to be low-key. However, the black steel battle suit can be considered."

Stark stood up, spread out his hands, and made a slap in the face, his tone was the same as always:

"What can I say? Who made me the face of the Avengers, not cool, how can I be worthy of the name of the only superhero team in the world?"

In this regard, Lyon has only two words:

"Ha ha…"

After the joke, the two returned to the topic just now.

"Come on, this company, I think is a very good idea. We can't make sure that every battle will not cause damage to the surrounding environment. That's unrealistic."

Speaking of this, Leon couldn't help but paused, stared at Stark, and said solemnly:

"Well, let me help you, and we can do this together."

Hearing this, Stark, who subconsciously wanted to refuse, saw the serious look on Leon's face, he couldn't help but slightly opened his lips, and changed the rejection that was approaching his mouth into:

"Why not? It just so happens that your Nirvana group, in terms of biological functions, can deal with these..."

"The Chitauri." Leon reminded.

"Yes! Chitauri people! By studying these Chitauri people, at least we can know what they usually eat to become that ugly..."

Lyon directly ignored his ridicule and continued to add:

"We can also jointly build a research center to study the collected extraterrestrial objects, we can study their body structure, study their weapons and aircraft..."

"In this case, even if they invade the earth next time, we have countermeasures, not as caught off guard this time."

Listening to Leon's suggestion, Stark suddenly smiled, put his hands on his hips, and boasted:

"It seems that it was a very wise choice for me to call you over today..."

Seeing this, Leon couldn't help but learn from someone and rolled his eyes.

Going around, it's still that narcissistic Tony Tony Stark...

At this moment, Leon seemed to have thought of something, with a puzzled face, and asked aloud:

"By the way, where is Banner? Didn't you say that he has been hired? With him, the research work will definitely make great progress."

"He, he should be adjusting to the rhythm of an international metropolis now... Rest assured, I will let our Dr. Banner work freely in a stress-free environment."

After the two had finished talking about business, when Leon was about to leave, suddenly, Stark stopped him:

"By the way, what's the name of our company?"

Leon was stunned for a moment, involuntarily showed a smile, and turned back and replied:

"It's called a damage control company, how about that?"