He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Squeak!

The door to the gashapon shop was violently pushed open.

Bruce Wayne returned with a folding cart that he had somehow acquired.

With a cold face, he silently walked to the "mountain of special agent equipment" that he had created.

Wayne bent down and expressionlessly tossed the bulletproof knee pads, tactical flashlights, and special equipment into the cart.

The audience was silent.

The Avengers stared at the bewildering behavior of Gotham's richest man.

"Didn't you look down on this junk?" Tony raised an eyebrow.

Wayne continued working, his tone calm: "These things are useless against supervillains, but they're very useful against ordinary criminals."

"Moreover, waste is shameful."

Just then, Nick Fury coughed twice, looking rather awkward.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. hurriedly pulled two waterproof listening devices from his trench coat pocket and casually tossed them back into the pile of agent equipment.

"I was just curious to see the material."

Fury remained unfazed by the extremely contemptuous gazes of the crowd.

"Is S.H.I.E.L.D. so poor that they're even ripping off these cheap knock-offs?" Tony mocked mercilessly.

"What do you know, Stark?" Fury retorted irritably.

Wayne straightened up, just about to say something.

Click.

A crisp sound of gashapon capsules shattering echoed from the corner.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely dazzling golden light filled the entire room!

"Another gold drop!" Peter Parker jumped up.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

All that could be seen was that Harry Kina was holding half of the empty shell of a high-end gashapon capsule in his hand, and his whole body was enveloped in golden light.

The golden light did not turn into a physical object, but instead transformed into a stream of light that went directly into Harry's forehead.

Harry closed his eyes and swayed slightly.

"You brat!"

Tony's expression changed, and he strode over and grabbed his shoulder.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Tony turned to look at Li Ang, his tone urgent.

Li Ang leaned back in the boss's chair, a smile on his face.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Stark, this is a good thing."

Harry slowly opened his eyes, and his expression changed.

He was no longer that simple tech geek; his eyes now held a hallucinatory rationality.

Harry turned his head and looked at the Kamen Rider Zeppelin transformation belt around Peter's waist.

"Parker, let me see your belt."

Harry reached out his hand, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

Peter paused for a moment, then quickly unbuckled his belt and handed it over.

Harry held the belt in both hands, his fingers tracing the mechanical structure rapidly.

"The internal energy circuit uses non-linear conduction."

"The folding space ratio of the outer shell armor is incorrect. If we add miniaturization technology..."

"Here, the neural connector of this slot can be completely modified to be in brainwave adaptive mode."

Harry spoke at an extremely fast pace, rattling off a series of complex physics formulas and mechanical design concepts.

Tony was stunned.

The group of superheroes standing nearby, who didn't understand technology, were completely bewildered.

"Boss, has this kid taken the wrong medicine?" Tony pointed at Harry.

"He didn't take the wrong medicine; his brain was simply developed," Li Ang said slowly and deliberately.

"A super brain," Li Ang replied.

"A kind of enhancement ability that directly affects the brain can cause his calculation ability, comprehension ability, and creativity to increase exponentially."

Li Ang looked at Tony: "Right now, his brain is probably processing at a speed comparable to an entire Stark Industries server group."

"In fact, in some areas of mechanical intuition, he's no less capable than you."

You could hear a pin drop.

Even breathing stopped for half a second in the gashapon shop.

A match for Tony Stark?

Who doesn't know that Stark's brain represents the pinnacle of human technology?

Now, a mere kid has caught up with the record just by opening a gashapon machine?

Tony released his grip, took two steps back, and looked Harry up and down as he continued to mutter to himself about the belt.

There was no jealousy, no resentment.

Tony's face, however, revealed a look of ecstatic relief.

"Very good."

Tony clapped his hands, making a crisp sound.

"I finally don't have to push the technology tree forward all by myself anymore."

Tony walked over and ruffled Harry's hair vigorously.

"Kid, from today onwards, you are Stark Industries' Chief Technology Advisor."

"Once I've sorted out this mess, I'll retire completely."

Tony turned to look at Pepper, his eyes full of tenderness.

"Then I can take you on your honeymoon in peace, spend time with you, and maybe even have a little Stark."

Pepper's eyes were slightly red, and she smiled and rolled her eyes at him.

"Stark, that's incredibly irresponsible of you," Fury shouted from the side.

"What's it to you?" Tony retorted. "I'm just being discerning!"

Just as Tony was expressing his feelings...

Clint Barton, who had been silent in the corner, quietly picked up a premium gashapon capsule.

Despite being the least noticeable agent in the Avengers, Barton actually harbored a deep-seated ambition.

He didn't want to just keep shooting arrows from the back forever; one Kamen Rider belt wasn't enough!

He needs to be even stronger!

Barton gritted his teeth and twisted the premium gashapon in his hand hard.

Click!

A dazzling golden light burst forth once more!

The lights in the entire gashapon shop paled in comparison to this golden glow.

"Not again?!" Tony shouted, covering his eyes.

"There's definitely something wrong with the feng shui of this house today!" Pietro shouted.

The golden light dissipated.

Patton now had a bow in his hand.

Quaint.

This is everyone's first reaction upon seeing it.

The bow is entirely black, and the material looks like the shell of some kind of creature.

The edges gleamed with a very faint dark purple sheen, and the bow arms were covered with densely packed animal patterns.

The bowstring, though its material was not discernible, emitted a faint warmth.

The overall style of the bow doesn't match the flashy knight belts and Ultraman transformation devices in the gashapon shop at all.

It looks like... a bow.

It's like an artwork made by an archery enthusiast; it looks impressive, but it's just an ordinary piece of work.

"this one?"

Pietro was the first to speak, his face full of disdain.

"You got a caveman's bow from a premium gacha? Uncle Hawkeye, your luck is just too outrageous."

Harry leaned over for a second look and cautiously commented, "The style is indeed a bit...retro."

"Barton, it seems your luck isn't so good either."

Fury crossed his arms, a slight smile playing on his lips, and looked the bow up and down with his single eye.

Patton, however, showed no expression. He picked up the bow and weighed it in his hand, running his fingertips along the bow's shank with extremely professional movements.

"The weight is wrong."

As one of the world's top archers, his sensitivity to the bow is ingrained in his very bones.

The weight distribution on this bow is so bizarre...

The bow arm is heavy, the bow tip is light, and the center of gravity has shifted to a position that violates conventional mechanics.

But when held in your hand, it is surprisingly stable.

"This material isn't metal either." Barton flipped over, lightly scratching the surface with his fingernail. "It's like some kind of biological skeleton."

"Bingo!"

Li Ang snapped his fingers and began to explain the origin of the bow.

"The Black Bow".