Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

"Who's your mother?" Zhang Dianyu was so angry that Stark was about to lose his mind.

The black-haired boy blinked, nodded with a clear look, raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Understand, I am an abandoned child."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Understand a ghost!

Why in the first short meeting, he didn't have time to find out that Stark in another world was so outrageous?

Zhang Dianyu thought about it, maybe because the other party wanted to save him without thinking for the first time, which left a good impression on him. He took a deep breath, and decided not to care about this Stark for the sake of those naked guards.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired boy turned to Stark who was fooling himself: "Then should I call you "father"?"

"...Farewell." Stark glanced at Zhang Dianyu who was about to collapse, and answered cautiously.

The black-haired boy sighed and hugged his arms against Qiang, with a little melancholy on his cute face: "It turns out that I am such an unanticipated child, so pitiful-by the way, who would hit me? ?"

Zhang Dianyu: "Is it too late to fight now?"

The black-haired boy wrinkled his nose, pointed at his neckline and asked, "Whose blood is it then?"

Zhang Dianyu's expression froze.

Time passed for a few seconds, and Stark next to him seemed to react slowly, raised his hand and looked at it for a while, hesitantly said, "It seems to be my blood? Why am I injured? It’s still a little painful."

"I'm glad I'm not the only one with amnesia." The black-haired boy said briskly.

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

He glanced at Stark quickly and said: "Fortunately, the blood is not bleeding much, the wounds are already clogged-let's think about what the bill is doing."

Stark glanced at Zhang Dianyu suspiciously, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Your tone seems to be avoiding something - such as the cause of this wound."

Zhang Dianyu looked away stiffly.

Stark shrugged: "This wound looks like the one cut by a cactus when we first met, but I'm just talking about it."

"Wow," the black-haired boy leaning on the wall answered in Zhang Dianyu's silence, "the atmosphere seems a bit awkward."

Zhang Dianyu: "..."

Stark smiled slightly, changed the subject lightly, and looked at the black-haired boy: "Where is the little guy who got you into this body?"

The black-haired boy thought for a while: "He said he would wait for me there-which means I will go back there, right? To be honest, I don't really want to go back. It's better that we can find a way to save him. It's not a good place to get out there." He shrugged, "I mean, just give me a garage."

"Actually, you don't need to save him," Zhang Dianyu looked at the black-haired boy, and the other side showed a thoughtful expression. "He...actually is not your son-hell, there is no one here. Son."

The black-haired boy showed a serious expression: "Is it time for me to be evicted from the house?"

"..." Zhang Dianyu took a deep breath: "If you think the bill is your son, don't you think you should be older?"

The black-haired boy smiled: "It's not just me, but you." He looked at Stark next to him, thoughtfully, "Even your age shouldn't be a grandfather-but I like your little Moustache."

"Thank you, I know." Stark said bluntly. "Well, we are actually the same person in the parallel universe-do you know the parallel universe? Considering that you have amnesia."

The black-haired boy blinked: "I really don't remember anything, but that is limited to my interpersonal relationships and higher-level knowledge-as for parallel universes, of course, I know."

Zhang Dianyu: "..." This arrogant statement is worthy of Stark.

"Unsurprisingly, then let's just talk about the point." Stark said without any fluctuations.

Zhang Dianyu: "..." Okay, they really are the same person.

"I can talk about the two of you slowly later," Zhang Dianyu interrupted them, "Tell me first what the bill means. Will he stay in that ‘sandbox’ and no longer come out?"

Stark shrugged: "If Bill knew you cared about him so much, he would have been touched."

"I guess you were talking about'Bill' just now." Zhang Dianyu was expressionless.

Stark spread his hands.

Zhang Dianyu frowned slightly: "Mr. Stark, I think you should be clear-he is a bill, it is just a bill. Although he puts himself in a carrier, he is not a human being. If he treats it in a human manner, Maybe you will be disappointed one day." He thought of the inexplicable sorrows of the bill, which seemed to be wrong, but from its perspective, it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

"So what about you?" Stark asked lightly.

Zhang Dianyu opened his mouth.

"I think you are." Stark said affirmatively.

Without him explaining, Zhang Dianyu also knew that he was not talking about himself. It's a deeper meaning—complex things like human nature.

Zhang Dianyu sometimes feels a little at a loss about this, but he has not delved into this issue. It's not that it doesn't matter whether he is human or not, but in his eyes, he can't imagine that he is not a human being - and he really is not.

This sounds ridiculous, but it is a fact.

Zhang Dianyu didn't comment on Stark's words, but looked at the black-haired boy.

The boy tilted his head and pondered slowly: "'Act'... He told me why he appeared in this world, and that I was his creator."

"Wait," Stark interjected. "What did you just say, he is your son?"

The black-haired boy blinked: "I said it said he was my son, and I told him his origin."

Zhang Dianyu finally understood that this amnesiad Tony Stark was playing their words.

The black-haired boy grinned: "Mr. Warden, you are the most mentioned person in the "Fa·Case". He said that the key to everything is you, so I hope I can come and see you."

"Then what?" Zhang Dianyu said with a sullen face.

"Then," the black-haired boy paused, opening his hands, "I am amnesia? Even though all of this was once related to me, I don't remember anything. In fact, I miss me more than helping you this key person Now it really needs a pair of guardians."

Zhang Dianyu: "?"

Stark's face changed.

"If you are Tony Stark, I suggest you not." His tone was slow and reserved, with a hint of warning.

"Why?" the black-haired boy asked, tilting his head.

"Because I disagree!" Stark said solemnly.

"What does it matter?" The black-haired boy disapproved. "I don't have Tony Stark's name on my head."

"In fact, there are indeed." Zhang Dianyu looked at the map, "Indeed, both of you are now Tony Stark-which also means that the world knows that you are here." He looked at it. The black-haired boy frowned slightly, "Will it take any measures to get rid of you?"

The black-haired boy's eyebrows tucked up: "I don't know, unless the little guy who finds the bill asks."

"Then go back and find it." Zhang Dianyu hates that iron can't become steel.

The black-haired boy shrugged and smiled lightly: "I can't go back."

The expression on Zhang Dianyu's face froze, and so did Stark.

"what did you say?"

"I can't go back, I don't even know where it is-to me it seems to be an illusory existence. That is, a dream." The black-haired boy thoughtfully, "Listen to what you mean, What’s the “sandbox” there. It seems that there is overlap, but I don’t know how to enter. The bill says he will stay in the cracks of the universe, because I have left a backup of my memory and clues. In the hands of my friends, they may go to me. If he leaves too, they will return without success-thinking that my consciousness has disappeared and I will die completely."

Zhang Dianyu was expressionless.

In other words, the foolproof plan of the bill made them fall into a paradox-because he wanted to solve the contradiction of super powers in this world, he sent another Stark; and Zhang Dianyu and Stark's preliminary plan It was to send the consciousness of the prisoners into the sandbox, and now they have lost the "entrance".

"Wait... consciousness?" Stark listened to the black-haired boy. "If it's looking for someone's consciousness, maybe I can find someone to help."

"Excellent, unless that person's own consciousness is right in front of our eyes, and what stays there for him is not human consciousness at all." Zhang Dianyu said blankly.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Stark opened his hands. "As far as I know, the person who knows the multiverse the most is Stephen."

Zhang Dianyu reluctantly agreed: "Then find Strange."

Stark was a little surprised: "You already knew Stephen's true identity?"

Zhang Dianyu: "..." The bill matter just occupied his brain, making him forget to pretend to be himself.

"Batman too?" Stark asked tentatively.

Zhang Dianyu remained silent.

The expression on Stark's face suddenly became wonderful, full of longing: "I really look forward to that day."

"Impossible." Zhang Dianyu replied gloomily, "Strange is an exception. No one else will know about this except him." It's not that his identity cannot be revealed, but he is still present. Relying on these mysterious abilities to control the prison, if these are all understood by the criminal, it will cause him a lot of trouble.

"But there is a problem," Stark said. "You asked me to tell Peter the truth before. He already knew it. So... someday--"

"I'll talk about it later." Zhang Dianyu gritted his teeth and said.

Stark shrugged. He looked at the black-haired boy again, thought for a moment and said, "From now on, your code name will be ‘Mr. T’ temporarily."

"No, I'm Tony." The black-haired boy refused decisively.

"I am Tony, you don't exist in this world, so you are not." Stark retorted.

The green employee door was suddenly pushed open.

"Tony, you called me to see you grab the name with your bastard? And—isn’t his name Bill?" Strange, who suddenly rushed to receive the message, stood at the door, frowning and looking at Several people in the room.

"You disappeared for more than ten hours. Both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Miss Poz were looking for you, and my phone was blown up." Strange narrated his anger in a flat tone, coldly His gaze swept from Stark to Zhang Dianyu, "And you have been staying in Mr. Warden's bedroom?"

Zhang Dianyu: "...?"

"It's true--but it's not like this..." Stark also felt that something was wrong. "Wait Stephen, I have something to discuss with you."

Strange glanced at him with a contemptuous look, then turned around and closed the door so that other people would not break in suddenly: "Say, what's the matter."

Stark paused, seeming to be thinking about where the story should start.

Zhang Dianyu didn't intend to say a word.

After all, when someone else is telling a story, it is too strange to suddenly say "I am mentally ill".

Just when the three people were thinking about their own affairs, another voice sounded in the room.

"So, did you find a chef to enter my head?" The black-haired boy tilted his head and stared at Strange, who hadn't taken off his apron, and his eyebrows were twisted. "I think it's impossible for a violent breakthrough to reach consciousness. Level."

Strange: "I am a magician."

"What magic smells like smoked sausage?" the black-haired boy asked.

Strange: "Shut up."