The battle armor of Mark 42 has already begun to seep into it.

Rushed to the head.

Tony finally had some panic in his eyes, and the steel armor did not bring him enough sense of security this time.

Part of the arm detached automatically, pulling Tony's arm, and pulling the whole person out.

Reattach to the arm.

The sea water had already flooded his mouth, making Tony unable to breathe.

"Flight Power Recovery"

Mark 42 flew again.

Quickly lifted off, rushed straight out of the water and submerged in the clouds.

Tony has fallen into a coma.

Jarvis tried to wake Tony, but was unable to do so, he implemented Tony's last plan and flew to Rose Hill, Tennessee.

A few hours later, Tony, who was slightly unconscious, was awakened by Jarvis's alarm.

The harsh sirens made Tony very uncomfortable, who had just woke up from a coma.

"The alarm is off and I am awake."

"This is an alarm that the battery level is less than five percent."

The projection screen in front of him trembled violently, and the entire Mark 42 flying at a low altitude also quickly fell obliquely.

In Tony's scream, he fell off without accident, hit the ground violently, broke countless trees, and stopped on a piece of snow.

Mark 42 was flashing with poor contact electric sparks all over his body.

Tony reluctantly rolled over, panting heavily, and took off his mask to breathe better.

A little snowflake fell on the tip of his nose.

"It's snowing, where are we?" Tony couldn't help asking.

"Five miles to Rose Mountain, Tennessee."

"why?"

Tony asked loudly in disbelief, "Jarvis, I didn't say I want to come here. Why are you here? This is thousands of miles away from home, we should go to Pepper."

"I executed a flight plan, and the location is here." Jarvis said calmly.

"Who asked you this?"

Tony was sad, "Open the armor."

The armor flashed, but nothing happened.

"I think I might be faulty." Jarvis said.

After a second, the entire armor gradually spread out, and Tony sat up all of a sudden, breathing heavily.

And Tony's first feeling was, "It's cold!"

Rubbing his hands, looked at the surrounding environment, desolate, silent, cold.

He picked up a piece of ice and put it on his left arm. There was a tingling sensation on it, which made Tony very uncomfortable. It seemed that when he was wearing armor, he wore it with the debris in the air.

"Maybe I should wear armor."

Tony, who only wore a short sleeve, trembled and said.

"I think I should go to bed, sir." Jarvis's voice gradually weakened.

"Jarvis"

"Jarvis?"

"Don't leave me, brother..."

Tony looked at the snowflakes in the sky, and he felt completely cold from the inside out, alone.

But he did not hesitate, but solved the problem immediately

In this environment, every minute cannot be wasted.

A rope was found nearby, Mark 42 was pulled up, and he set off silently and slowly forward in the desolate ice world.

Because Mark 42 is a lightweight armor, on the basis of gold-titanium alloy, composite ceramics, lightweight glass fiber and titanium-plated frame are added.

In the snow, Tony can also drag with his own strength.

After walking for more than an hour, I finally saw a little light and found a closed car shop.

Being extremely cold, he pulled off the grey cloth wrapped around a statue at the entrance of the store and wrapped it around himself.

At the same time, using the phone booth on the side to link to the Stark network.

"Pepper, it's me."

"I have many things to apologize, but I don't have enough time"

"First of all, I shouldn't put you in danger. I am selfish and stupid, and it will never happen again."

"Second, the rabbit is really too big, my, I'm sorry."

"Finally, I have to apologize first, because I can't go home yet. I must find that guy. You have to stay in a safe place."

These words are what Tony wants to say to Pepper. The pulling distance just so long made Tony think a lot.

Also gave up the idea of ​​going back immediately, because only in this way, Pepper is safe.

And since he has come here, he can rub the enemy unsuspectingly to solve the opponent.

Tony continued to firmly pull Mark 42 and walked down. Finally, on the edge of the small town of Rose Hill, he found an empty warehouse and opened the door.

It was discovered that this garage-like warehouse looked more like a small home, and at the same time, there were many mechanical tools.

He carried Mark 42 to the sofa and let him sit upright.

Tony looked at the battle armor and placed the steel arm hanging aside on the armrest of the sofa, as if he were treating a real person.

"Comfortable?"

Tony was also panting and leaning against Mark 42, a little stunned.

A minute later, Tony was sitting on the tool table beside him, using tweezers to take out the glass residue that had been stuck in his arm for several hours.

At the door, a small figure appeared, holding a homemade gun in his hand, and pointed it at Tony.

"Don't move!!"

A crisp child's voice rang ~lightnovelpub.net~ and Tony also immediately raised his hands.

In the United States, it is possible to shoot directly into private houses.

"You caught me."

"A great potato gun. The barrel is too long and the caliber is too wide. It will also reduce the speed of the bullet." Tony said quickly, looking at the little boy in front of him.

The boy turned his muzzle and pressed it lightly, and a plastic ball shot out, accurately smashing a glass on the side, the power should not be underestimated.

Tony saw it, put his arm down, "You have no bullets now."

"What's on your chest?"

The little boy looked at Tony's shiny chest and asked, still aiming at Tony.

"The electromagnet is like a battery."

Tony put the tweezers aside.

"What is the power supply?"

Tony took a fancy to the little guy, raised his brow slightly, and hesitated slightly.

Turning to his side, he turned the lamp and shone it on the war-damaged Mark 42 behind him.

The potato gun in the little boy's hand fell to the ground unknowingly, with an incredibly happy smile on his face, staring at Mark 42 tightly, without turning his eyes.

"My goodness!"

Some came over cautiously, as if they were having a sweet dream, and couldn't bear to wake him up.

The eyes are full of love, luck, and a trace of fear, as if afraid that I am dreaming.

"Um, is that Iron Man?"

"In theory I am."

Tony retorted.

The boy looked at Tony in front of him and passed the evening paper in his hand, "Theoretically you are dead."

Mark 42 walked over excitedly to the wounded and battle-damaged Mark 42.

Sitting beside the armor, watching carefully, "What's wrong with him?"

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