Stand User in Marvel Universe

Tony was watching a video of the monster slaughtering soldiers at the scene, and it was bad for everyone.

You can't even break the horn on the skin of a rocket. What if he goes?

Laser rays can be tried, but at his current state, and at the cost of 70 percent full energy for a single activation, it's too much.

But in any case, he had to look at the situation with his scalp.

Ivan Vanko proved himself a 'liar' with his death and final suicide bombing, so he couldn't convince himself to stand idly by and be the real weak, cowardly, liar in Ivan Vanko's mouth.

He needs practical action to break Ivan Vanko's influence on him, to prove his ability to protect his people, protect the United States and protect the world.

So, with the new neutrons, Tony and Rod, who were in an awkward state, quickly flew to the place where the helicopter crashed.

Rod's ability to get here so quickly means it's not far from where they are.

In the meantime, Tony's still in the open comms, so ask Coulson to help him find Dior and bring him a vegetable juice.

Otherwise, he would have died of palladium poisoning before he had finished beating the monster.

Tony was also alerted to the serious consequences of this frequent battle with steel armor, and Dior was not all-powerful, and it was not possible to pull him back from the brink of death in time every time.

He urgently needed a new element to replace the Palladium element, not only for his life, but also because with the continuous improvement of the steel armor performance, the ability of the Ark reactor, for which he would have been proud, had become seriously problematic, so that powerful laser rays could only be used as killers, wasting a great deal of fighting power.

At first Coulson thought he was kidding, or just thought he couldn't handle it, so he had to get them in touch with Dior.

But he only got more serious when he found out that Tony's face was getting worse...

Meanwhile, Dior, who had been driven back from the street to the villa, was warmly dressing up for Christmas.

News was being broadcast on a mega-screen television, and the previous explosions in New York had worried them for a while, but nobody followed the host's pledge that it was an 'accident' of a fireworks show and that it had been taken care of and would no longer be dangerous.

Only Dior, who's wrapping dumplings, knows it wasn't an accident caused by a fireworks show, but what can he do?

He's not the Savior. He can't intervene in trouble like this on his own. It's too late to hide!

But things are so volatile. The more people or things try to avoid, the more they smash you in the head!

Nick Fury's satellite phone rang suddenly.

Dior took it out and hung it up without thinking about it.

In a few seconds, it rang again, and he hung up again.

What he meant was clear. Whatever happened, leave me alone.

Dior threw himself directly into the grocery room, then shut the door and calmed down.

“Is that a satellite phone? They should be looking for you in a hurry. Is that okay if they don't answer?” The knowledgeable Jessica put all the strange shapes of dumplings she wrapped up on the panel, curious to ask.

“Nothing, business matters, but now it's my private time, and I need to relax, not work.” Dior handed her all the ‘demon monsters’ she had pinched and processed them so they wouldn't boil them all down while they were cooking.

When she heard Dior's words, Jessica immediately sighed, and the money was never going to be made, and it was obvious that she and Irene's parents couldn't see it.

But there's really nothing to complain about from their standpoint, because everything they were born to enjoy was bought back by their parents with such hard work, which they may not have understood when they were little, but the more they grow up, the more they will understand how deeply their love is.

“Dior, look at this little rabbit I wrapped. Is it cute? ”

Cute is cute, but how do you eat this pure dough thing later?

Sighing in his heart, Dior rubbed her pretty, cute hair into a mess with her flour-covered hands, and nodded heavily.

Just as Irene's cheeks swelled rapidly at the rate of blowing the balloon, a text bell saved Dior's courage to die.

“Tony's in danger. He needs your help. ”

Dior switched on his phone and swept it off.

At this time, Jessica's phone rang, still an unknown number, but she didn't really want to connect directly, and then handed it over without two seconds of kung fu.

“Looking for you, saying there's something very urgent. ”

Dior took the phone, then hung it up without thinking about it, and helped her turn it off as well.

“This response should be okay. ”

But he just handed it back, and Erin and Will's phones rang at the same time.

Shit, it's not over!

If S.H.I.E.L.D. Gatony can't handle a dead Ivan Vanko, just go home and plant the fields!

Dior hasn't spoken yet. Irene, who is very eye-catching, turns off her phone and then looks at Dior with a 'cheerful' look. The hair he messed up in her head doesn't make sense. This little girl has about three seconds to get angry. Three seconds may pass and she may have forgotten.

Dior smiled admirably and soaked the flour on her face. The little girl was shy.

They sat happily together and wrapped dumplings on the other side. On the other side, Will's face was shaking the whole house and Christmas tree ornaments. Nobody cared for him for so long. He was thirsty, hungry, tired.

What an angry baby!

Will was angry and tried to quit, but when he thought about Jessica's promise to him, he smiled again and turned off his phone silly and kept busy.

Just this time Dior felt that no one would bother him for Christmas, and a voice rang directly in his head.

“Dior, it's very urgent. Tony's dying. Can you hear me? ”

Focker!

Forget about it!

Dior subconsciously tried to break the connection, but when he heard Tony was dying, he was still a little surprised to see why it was so lame to deal with an Ivan Vanko.

Dior finally answered for a million dollar check every time this guy came over.

“Come on, what's going on? ”