Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?

"What are you going to do, Steve?"

Steve released his hand and wiped the blood on the man's collar in disgust. He took a deep breath and was about to speak when there was a cracking sound outside the window of this office, and a figure smashed through the window and flew in.

"Sam?!"

"It's me, Steve." Sam Wilson, freshly dressed, stood before them.

His wings were tucked behind him, and he wore a streamlined uniform in pure black. The silver A letter on the chest and the two silver pulse pistols on the waist are glowing. He took off his goggles and said with a smile, "Hello, Clint."

"Damn, dude, where did you get your gear?"

"Tony asked to bring it to me."

"Tony?!"

"Ha, Jarvis said he was brought back by Ho. I think it's going to be a long story again. Anyway, it's nice to see you all."

Steve smiled sincerely, he put on his helmet, and called Frank and Rhodes in the Quinjet with the multifunctional arm armor on his right hand, intending to leave here and make plans. At this moment, a frivolous voice squeezed into their call channel.

Tony Stark's iconic voice sounded: "Hello! Does anyone miss me?"

"Damn, Tony, is it really you? When did you come back?!" said Rhodes in shock.

"If it's a replacement, just got home. Who else has such a magnetic voice besides me? Hey, Rhodes. I heard that your armor was taken away." Tony joked with a smile in his voice. .

"Yeah...but you should have a lot there, right?" Rhode laughed twice, but got an ambiguous answer from Tony: "Ah, um... Maybe, I don't know, tsk, what is there? no?"

Rhodes laughed and spat out a phrase that started with an F, and Tony and Tony F'd each other more than a dozen times in a minute.

"You sound weak." Frank's cold voice sounded out of breath on the channel.

"You're not much worse, my friend. We're two and a half, but I've been tortured by a group of aliens for two years, so I should be a little worse than you."

"Your desire to win or lose is still so naive." Frank hummed and said no more.

"Where's the captain? Why didn't I hear him?" Tony asked again.

"I'm here, Tony."

"Ah, you still sound that righteous and awe-inspiring look, how is it, Captain America, how are you doing recently?"

"No more Captain America, Tony."

"..."

There was silence in the voice channel for a while before Tony continued: "Okay, it looks like this is a long story. But we can talk slowly after we meet, I'll be at the White House soon. Hey, someone thinks after it's done. Want something to eat? My treat. Seriously, I want to die of junk food."

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On the Quinjet.

Tony, who had taken off his helmet, was munching on a hamburger he had bought from a typical cart-style food stand. He was going to save his stomach and eat it at dinner, but the burger looked really good.

He devoured it at this time, and solved one in two or three mouthfuls. Tony grabbed the ice-cola beside him and took a gulp of it without using a straw. He didn't care about his image, although he really didn't have an image right now.

The Kree shaved off his beard and hair to facilitate access to his memory. Thinking of this, he touched the back of his head with some lingering fears, and the feeling that the tube was inserted in his head was not good at all. He swallowed the Coke in his mouth and said, "So..."

"So?" Rhodes asked.

"So you're not going to explain to me where you're going now?"

"You are so delicious,

Tony. We cannot bear to disturb you. "

"Well, you really should learn how to chat, Rhodes. You haven't made much progress in all these years. Besides, Jarvis!"

Instead of the onboard AI, Jarvis' voice rang out in the cabin.

"I am here, sir."

"Our Mr. Rhodes who lost his armor, when will his new armor arrive?"

"An estimated two minutes, sir."

Tony spread his hands towards Rhodes: "You heard it all, I hope you haven't forgotten how to wear it. Seriously, why did so many things happen as soon as I left?"

Frank leaned against the wall: "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with your leaving. And your new hairstyle looks really funny."

Tony rolled his eyes: "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb, Frank. Don't rush to discuss my hairstyle, why is your right eye missing?"

Hawkeye immediately interjected: "He said this is proof that he killed 70 people with his bare hands, do you believe it?"

Sam scratched his cheek and said hesitantly, "Um...I still believe it."

"Hey! Sam! Did you forget who brought you the clothes you're wearing?" Tony said angrily at once.

"Capitalist, do you think your armor can buy everyone? Hmph, at least Wilson has a conscience." Frank saw the needle and didn't miss any opportunity to betray Tony Stark.

"Me? Capitalist? Damn, you can't scold me like that, 60% of Stark's annual revenue goes to charity! I watched it myself!"

Steve sat in the corner, smiling as he watched all this, watching the group joking with each other, just like in the old days.

He sighed softly, and Tony noticed that expression. Immediately he deliberately said loudly: "Hey! Captain America! What's the matter with you? Why are you so sullen?"

"...Captain America is dead, Tony," Steve said softly. His reaction made Tony frown, and the atmosphere in the cabin became weird.

"Hey man, you gotta tell me what's going on. Your reaction...I mean, it's unusual for you." He tried to wheeze the mood, but the mood was freezing. Everyone's expressions became serious.

"Jack Richard is dead."

"...when?" Tony's smile disappeared.

"In a few days, Tony. He died because of me. Listen, let's talk about it later. It's a long story, and we landed."

Steve changed the subject, the Kun-style fighter landed smoothly, the cabin door opened, and everyone saw a person who should have died long ago.

Only Tony's face turned cold: "I remember you died..."

Steve said quickly: "Calm down, Tony. Bucky did die once, and he was resurrected later."

But Tony's face still didn't get better, he pointed at the long-haired man who looked like a tramp, and said, "Listen, man. You died once, so I won't bother with you about my parents again. But you don't expect me to forgive you, understand?"

The long-haired man nodded slightly.