Marvel Gashapon Maniac

"Come here, little brother." Fu You used a little force to throw Ivan into the air.

Ivan flew out and crashed into a blue race car, being thrown several meters away.

"Holy crap? What's that thing?" Tony got out of the race car and looked at Ivan, who was rolling around on the ground several times, completely bewildered.

"Hey friend, you're not dead, are you?" Tony stepped forward to check on the man's injuries.

“Tony Stark…” Ivan struggled to open his eyes and looked at Tony running towards him.

"You lost... uh." He managed to utter those words with his last bit of strength.

"Huh? What? I lost? A racing competition? Is this guy a fan of some racer who's trying to stop me from winning?" Tony was even more confused. This guy said something so nonsensical and then passed out.

Although he was full of questions, like a Buddha on a horse, Tony noticed something else...

Why is this person's clothing so philosophical? Wait, no, wait. Why does this person have an arc reactor on their chest?

Tony noticed the thing on the man's chest at first glance; it was exactly the same as the Arc Reactor on his own chest.

Tony, surprised, didn't think twice and simply removed Ivan's reactor.

“That’s Ivan Vanko. His father once conducted energy research with your father, Howard Stark. He’s here to take revenge on you,” Fu You explained to Tony, carrying the rebel on his back.

"Looking for revenge?"

"It's nothing, just a petty person. His father wanted to make huge profits from the research products, so your father kicked him out."

Fu You had no good feelings towards the man in front of him. He kept muttering about revenge and causing destruction everywhere. He even built a mecha with a self-destruct system.

So you're very artistic? ( ) is art.

"What a spoilsport. My relaxing plan was all set." Tony looked at the car approaching in the distance. It was his car. It seemed that Potts in the restaurant had discovered that he had run away.

"Well, it wasn't a complete loss."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Tony was a little confused when he heard Fu You's words.

"The car behind you either crashed or the rider ran away. You're the only one left in this race. Congratulations on being the champion."

"???" Is this even possible?

……

"My vacation is ruined just like that, I'm a little annoyed..." Tony plopped down on his sofa back at the villa, complaining somewhat irritably.

"So what if Miss Potts rejected your travel request? Why are you so upset?" Fu You picked up the glass of something that looked like vegetable juice on the table and took a sip: "Ugh, this stuff tastes awful."

"That's chlorophyll juice, for detoxing. But I agree with what you said about it tasting awful; this stuff tastes just like Chinese medicine." Tony seemed to recall the taste of chlorophyll juice and pretended to gag, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Believe me, Chinese medicine tastes even worse than you think." As a Chinese person, Fu You was well aware of how unpleasant Chinese medicine could be.

"Then how did you manage to drink something that tasted so awful?" Tony asked, somewhat curious.

"Actually, we would secretly pour it out, or take a sip and eat several pieces of candy." Fu You thought back to when he used to take medicine, he would take a sip, hold it in his mouth, and then secretly spit it out.

"If only palladium could be drunk and then spat out..." Tony suddenly sounded a little disappointed: "Fu You, do me a favor. Open that cigar box."

Tony stood up and walked to the desk, gesturing for Fu You to pick up the cigar box on the desk.

Fu You opened the cigar box, inside were plates that looked like 45… cough cough, steel plates.

Tony pulled the reactor out of his chest, and some smoke even rose from it.

"Mmm...the smell of barbecue."

"That's the smell of palladium energy panels. I didn't know your recipes were so varied," Tony complained.

Fu You took the reactor from Tony and removed the charred energy plate inside, replacing it with a new one.

"OK, thanks." Tony took the reactor and plugged it back in.

"..."

"..."

The two fell into silence.

Tony was thinking about something, while Fu You...

She was wondering what kind of dish the palladium energy plate tasted like.

“Hey, Fu You…” Tony was silent for a moment before calling out Fu You’s name.

"What's wrong?" Fu You asked instinctively when Tony called her.

"If I were to step down as Iron Man, and you were to inherit my mantle, would you?" Tony suddenly looked at Fu You, his expression more serious than ever before.

"What's the point of me calling myself Iron Man if you're not going to take a share of my assets? You're such a pay-to-win guy." Fu You retorted mercilessly.

While Tony's greatest strength lies in his intelligence, building armor costs money. For the poor, mutation is a more reliable option, like Spider-Man.

Peter, who was having dinner with Gwen, suddenly sneezed.

“If you treat me like your daughter, I’ll share with you.” Tony’s expression had lost its previous gloom, and he said jokingly.

"Let me correct you, 'son' is more accurate. Also, are you taking advantage of me?" Fu You decisively clarified the gender issue first.

“It’s alright. You can change your name to Fu Hua, and I’ll handle the adoption procedures.”

The two exchanged a joke, which eased the tension considerably.

"Tony," Fu You suddenly said sternly, "if there were something that could prolong your life, would you eat it?"

Tony's expression was somewhat surprised, but he quickly recovered: "What is it?"

"...dog food."

"WTF?"

Pokémon = pets, pet food

Dog food, no problem.

1. Of course, I'm still asking for all sorts of things.

2. Have you ever eaten dog food? I've heard it's pretty tasty.

3. The club president used to be in the basketball team, huh? I'm really curious how someone who plays basketball could be so obsessed with Pokémon.

4. I updated this for you guys right after get off work. Were there any kind readers who said to the author, "Author, don't update a second chapter, go play games!"?

Chapter 38 Flat-Clad Hero

“Peter, I’m so sorry. I’ve been inviting you to my house so many times, but I’ve postponed it so many times… and then my dad also…” Gwen sighed helplessly.

Peter and his father almost got into a fight at the dinner table because of Spider-Man, which turned what was supposed to be a harmonious meal into a tense situation.

The story ends with Gwen taking Peter out for some fresh air, and Gwen's mother and father having a heart-to-heart talk.

After all, the appearance of Spider-Man has made the public increasingly feel that the New York police are incompetent, so it's no wonder that Gwen's father, who is the police chief, is resentful.

Oh, wait a minute. New York police officers probably eat donuts.

“It’s nothing, it’s just that your father’s aggressive behavior makes me feel like he wants to arrest me,” Peter replied somewhat defiantly.

He had helped the police so much as Spider-Man, but they wanted to arrest him.

This made Peter somewhat frustrated.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let him arrest you,” Gwen reassured Peter.

The two exchanged a smile. Peter had no intention of bringing his dissatisfaction with his father-in-law to Gwen's.

“Actually, I have something to tell you, Gwen…” Peter wanted to tell Gwen his secret, but after thinking it over, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

"What is it?" Gwen looked at Peter with some curiosity.

"Uh...it's nothing." Peter shamefully chickened out.

"If you don't tell me, I might not listen next time." Gwen shook her head and turned to go back inside.

Peter finally made up his mind, shot out a spider silk to pull Gwen into his arms.

"Actually... I am Spider-Man," Peter finally said.

"???"

Gwen's expression was slightly subtle, like the awkwardness of someone taking a bus to a comic convention and finding the person sitting next to them wearing the same cosplay outfit.

"Um, are you Spider-Man?" Gwen looked at Peter somewhat awkwardly.

“Yes, although there is a female hero with similar abilities to me, the male version is definitely me,” Peter said in a somewhat boastful tone.

"I wonder who my senior, Ghost Spider, is. Her figure is indeed..." Peter blurted out unconsciously, then looked down and saw Gwen's darkening face.

......

“Tony, I need to talk to you.” Rhodes pushed open the door to Tony’s underground laboratory and walked in.

But just as he was about to say the second half of his sentence, he suddenly froze, only to see Tony wandering around a box, looking at it from side to side.

"What are you doing?" Rod couldn't help but ask.

“I’m researching this,” Tony replied without looking up.

Rod took a few steps forward and glanced at the contents of the box. It contained some brownish, biscuit-like pastries.

"What is this?" Rod asked, puzzled.

“It’s a Japanese dessert: senbei, sir,” Jarvis suddenly interjected.

“I know it’s rice crackers, Jarvis,” Tony replied, sounding a little impatient. “But is this really a rice cracker?”

“Sir, if we only consider the composition, it is indeed a senbei.” Jarvis answered without hesitation.

"How could rice crackers possibly treat palladium poisoning?"

This was what Tony couldn't understand the most: he had just retested his blood toxin levels, and they had actually dropped to 1%.

Although the number is rising, there is no doubt that it just dropped to its lowest point.

What kind of divine dish can help detoxify people?

"Wait? Palladium poisoning? Antidote? Tony, what are you talking about?" Rhodes was completely bewildered.

I just came in and all this information hit me right in the face. Can someone tell me what's going on and what I'm looking for?

“It’s nothing, just a problem with the reactor energy panel. It’s been resolved... for now,” Tony explained to Rhodes.

This thing was like removing a stone from his heart. Although it couldn't solve his palladium poisoning problem, it could at least keep death away from him for the time being.

Before this, Tony really thought he was about to die and was planning to make his final arrangements before taking one last trip with Potts.

There were still 9 rice crackers left in the box, enough to last Tony for a while.

During this time, Tony can focus on finding a solution.

"Tony, since you were poisoned, how did you get the antidote?" Rhodes finally figured out the first thing.

"...You don't need to know."

“Sir, although Mr. Fu You calls this dog food, it’s obvious that senbei (rice crackers) are generally for human consumption. Please don’t feel too guilty,” Jarvis chimed in, adding his own comment.

"Shut up, Jarvis!"

As Tony flew into a rage, Rhodey instinctively looked into the box.

There was a half-eaten rice cracker in the box.

......

“Mr. Fu You, the master asked me to inquire if you have a recipe for that senbei.” Jarvis said to Fu You, who was playing GTA.

"No!" Fu You replied irritably while looking for a parking space.

When I gave it to him earlier, he said he would rather be poisoned to death or die in Stark Tower than eat a single piece of dog food.

Now I'm asking myself for the recipe, since I don't have it myself anyway.

Fu You immediately shifted gears and drifted, snatching a parking space.

"Looks like everyone really likes this game now." Fu You casually shot at a driver who was cursing, then, seeing the other cars surrounding him, he decisively logged off and sighed.

"But thinking about it carefully, it's not really appropriate to always have players playing gang warfare in games." Although violent games can release emotions, some people might actually get addicted if they play them too much.