Marvel: Little Genius

Clang!

Mark held a cheeseburger in one hand and a Happy Fatty soda in the other, looking at Tony who had landed safely in the garage. "You're pretty fast! What about Baymax?"

"He's still there. I left him there temporarily to take care of the local refugees. I'll arrange for the staff of the Stark Charitable Foundation to take over for him shortly, and he should be able to return tonight." Tony took off his mask, snatched the soda from Mark's hand at the entrance, and drank it in big gulps. "Ah, refreshing!"

"Why do you look so disheveled? With Baymax's help, it shouldn't be that difficult to deal with the Ten Rings Organization's ragtag group." Mark frowned, noticing his father's somewhat stiff expression and the deep dents on Mark III.

"It's nothing, just had a little game of hide and seek with a couple of big birds on the way back. Unfortunately, I wasn't the one playing the 'ghost.' Where's the burger you prepared for me? Why didn't I see mine?" Tony didn't explain in detail and deflected the topic, feeling guilty.

Mark shrugged. "Who knew you would come back so early? I only ordered mine. There's still half left. Do you want it?"

Mark held the cheeseburger he had taken a few bites from and offered it to Tony, a mischievous smirk on his face.

Unexpectedly, Tony didn't mind and reached out to take the burger. "Don't think you can dismiss me that easily. If I can't eat my favorite cheeseburger from that place within half an hour, don't expect me to send you the test data for your Dominator. Hmph!" After saying that, Tony took big bites and quickly finished most of the burger in his hand.

Mark hooked the corner of his mouth, appearing nonchalant. "Well, you're destined to be disappointed. I've already had Baymax upload the real-time test data to my private server. I can check it anytime now. Hahaha!"

Tony angrily finished the remaining half cup of soda, having no leverage to threaten Mark anymore. He couldn't do anything about it and could only sulk by himself.

"JARVIS, help me disarm." Tony stood on the changing platform and gave the command to JARVIS.

But moments later, Tony's little temper had completely disappeared. The garage was filled with Tony's screams of "Ah!" and "Ouch!" and Mark's hearty laughter from the other side.

"Please bear with it for a moment, sir. The Mark III suit you designed is very form-fitting, so the more you move, the more it hurts."

"Be gentle, JARVIS. This is my first time. I designed it to be removable, so I should be able to... Ouch! You caught my hair. Are you trying to make me go bald!?"

"Please try not to move, sir. If you really want to keep your hair, please wear a wig before putting on the combat suit next time."

"Hahaha, JARVIS, I'm starting to like your sense of humor more and more!" Mark timely added fuel to the fire on the side.

"Hmph! You brat... Ouch, be more gentle!"

"What happened here?" Pepper, who had come to report to Tony, couldn't find any amusement in the scene that had Mark laughing uncontrollably. "Are those bullet holes?"

"Believe me, it's not as bad as it looks..."

...

Twenty minutes later, Tony finally took off the suit and collapsed weakly on the sofa. "It was so difficult. The armor shouldn't have pursued the so-called fashionable fit. I miss the comfort of Mark I."

"Hey, have something to eat! You should think about how to explain this to Pepper." At that moment, Mark placed a takeout bag in front of Tony on the coffee table.

"Didn't you say you didn't order mine?" Tony opened the bag and found his favorite cheeseburger and a cup of soda. "I don't want to think about troublesome things right now. I just managed to send Pepper away. Explaining everything is now left to fate."

"Just teasing you. So, how was the Dominator's design after you actually used it? Did you find any flaws?" Mark steered the conversation back to the Dominator, which he was most concerned about.

"No, everything was perfect. Or I should say the flaw of the Dominator is that it's too perfect. It makes judgments based on system-set rules, and the wielder only has the right to pull the trigger. Combined with its visually stunning lethality... the Dominator might truly dominate its wielder and become a cold-blooded killing machine."

"Hmm..." Considering Tony's suggestion, Mark stroked his slightly stubbled chin, lowered his head, pondered for a moment, and then said, "How about adding a user's psychological evaluation program? If the user begins to show psychological fluctuations, the Dominator will temporarily suspend their access to the second and third execution modes, deeming their condition unsuitable. What do you think?"

"Not bad, but you must be cautious in determining authorization for the person. After all, the power of the Dominator is enough to leave even a weapons expert like me dumbfounded!" Tony nodded and agreed with Mark's idea.

"Don't worry. With such a cool weapon, it must remain an exclusive weapon of our Stark family. I don't plan on granting authorization to anyone else."

"Smart! My Mark series armors are the same. They're my exclusive armors, and no one else should dare to touch them." Tony spoke proudly.

"Hmph, when my Transformers are developed, no one will be interested in your armors!" Mark retorted, refusing to back down.

"Well, considering the face of the cheeseburger, I won't argue with my son." Tony ignored Mark's provocation and grabbed the cheeseburger from the table, taking big bites.

Seeing that he couldn't provoke Tony's temper, Mark shrugged and turned on the TV to catch up on the latest news.

"Earlier today, an F-22 Raptor fighter jet of the Air Force crashed during a flight exercise in Gulmira. Fortunately, the pilot was unharmed.

As for the unexpected turn of events in the town of Gulmira, we are still unclear about who or what intervened. But I can swear that the government of our country has nothing to do with it."

Watching Colonel Rhodes deliver the accident report on TV, Mark turned his head in surprise and looked at Tony. "The game of hide and seek with the big bird you mentioned, could it be the F-22 Raptor that Colonel Rhodes mentioned?"

"I think my analogy was quite vivid. Don't you agree?"

"I think you've gone crazy!"