Marvel: Unlimited Possession

Stark Industries.

Standing in front of the food truck, Tony looked at the busy figure in the car, and the expression on his face couldn't help being a little dazed.

Two days ago, he was struggling to survive in the deserts of Afghanistan.

Now, it has returned to New York, a metropolis where people come and go.

Feeling the noise around him, Tony took a deep breath subconsciously, pulled his thoughts back, and said to the figure in the food truck.

"One serving, no, three servings of golden ratio shaomai."

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice coming from the front of the food truck, [Xie Lu] couldn't help but subconsciously raised his head to look.

"Well, do you feel surprised to see me?"

To meet [Xie Lu]'s gaze, Tony spread out his intact arm and said with a look of surprise.

"It was indeed a bit of an accident," silently retracting his gaze, [Xie Lu] put his attention back on the dough in his hand: "I didn't expect you to be able to come back alive."

"Trust me, I'm as surprised as you are."

This trip to Afghanistan was definitely a deep impression on Tony, and it also deeply changed a part of his heart.

"However, before that, can you prepare my shaomai? After all, there is a more important thing waiting for me to do later."

He stretched out his hand and picked up the siu Mai that [Xie Lu] had placed in front of the food truck. Tony used his only normal arm to take a siu Mai from it with difficulty and put it into his mouth.

Feeling the rich taste coming from his mouth, Tony nodded subconsciously: "To be honest, in those bad days in Afghanistan, shaomai was also one of the driving forces that could support my survival. Although you are not very good, But cooking does have a hand.”

[Famousness from Tony Stark +120]

Although this experience in Afghanistan changed a part of Tony, there were also some parts that could not be changed.

However, for the sake of fame, Li Ran still chose not to care about him.

He swallowed all the three servings of siomai into his stomach. Tony patted his belly, feeling the rare feeling of fullness in the past three months, and turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, [Xie Lu] in the food truck suddenly spoke up.

"how?"

Stopping, Tony looked at [Xie Lu] behind him with a surprised expression.

"Welcome back." Said [Xie Lu] and put a prepared snack on the shelf in front of the food truck.

"This is?"

Looking at the weirdly shaped dishes in front of him, Tony raised his eyebrows subconsciously, and habitually refused: "Actually, I'm full, so you don't need to prepare anything for me, and I won't because of you. I was moved by the preparation, but then again, what is this?"

"Jin Jin smiled, it's just a very ordinary steamed bun dish."

"It's not ordinary at all, okay?" Tony muttered subconsciously, looking at the smiling faces of the cooks in front of them.

"Anyway, I've already prepared the cooking, it's up to you whether you want it or not."

Throwing out such a sentence, [Xie Lu] immediately put his attention back to the cooking in his hands.

He raised his eyebrows, glanced at the weird dish in front of him, and finally hesitantly reached out and picked it up.

"gentlemen."

Walking into Stark Industries after a long absence, Tony saw Happy standing at the door and asked.

"How's it going, Happy."

"Miss Pepper has already followed your request to prepare for the press conference." After replying, Happy noticed what Tony was holding and asked subconsciously, "Sir, what are you holding in your hand? Yes?"

"Oh, this." Turning his head and pointing to the fast food truck not far away, Tony replied, "The one from the fast food truck delivered me, why, do you want to eat?"

"If you can."

Looking at the food in Tony's hands, Happy couldn't help swallowing.

"It's all for you." Seeing this, Tony didn't think much about it, and immediately handed all the gold in his hand to the driver.

"Tony!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him, and when he turned his head, he saw Obadiah, the big bald head, greeted him with a smile on his face.

"I thought you would go to the hospital first." The two hugged, and Obadiah said with a surprised expression.

"I was going to go, but I refused."

After the hug was over, Obadiah looked at the arrangement in the hall and asked.

"What's the matter, I heard Pepper say that you want to hold a press conference immediately, Tony, you don't need to be in such a hurry."

"I'm not in a hurry at all." In response, Tony's expression was firm: "Actually, I've been thinking about this press conference for a long time."

"Okay, since you insist."

Seeing Tony's firm attitude, Obadiah felt a little uneasy in his heart, but he still pretended to give in.

After a brief exchange, Obadiah turned around and greeted all the people who came to the press conference, and Tony breathed a sigh of relief. When he turned around, he saw that Happy was in his own hands. Holding the bun he just gave him behind him, he gulps.

Seeing how he was swallowing the dates wholeheartedly, Tony's expression changed a little when he didn't care about this dish, he couldn't help but ask, "Happy, how does it taste?"

"It's delicious, sir."

"Can you let me taste it?"

"Of course, sir, but that's the last one left."

[Famousness from Happy Hogan +50]

[Famousness from Tony Stark +100]

…

Stark Industries, the first floor lobby.

There are plenty of reporters here, and there's a lot of interest in the news media as Tony Stark's first appearance since his escape from Afghanistan. They desperately want to know how Tony Stark survived in Afghanistan during these three periods.

Pepper stood outside the media crowd, looked at Tony who was surrounded by the crowd to the podium, and subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

Although the preparation time was a bit rushed, she still completed the things that Tony explained.

"Miss Potts."

Right here, a somewhat unfamiliar voice sounded beside Pepper.

Pepper turned his head and saw a man in a suit standing beside him.

"Can I have a few words with you?" Looking at the secretary in front of him, Agent Phil continued.

"Sorry, I'm not participating in the next news Q&A session."

"I'm not a news reporter." Shaking his head, Agent Phil introduced himself: "I'm Agent Phil Coulson, and I belong to the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

"What a tongue-in-cheek name."

"I know."