827 Help Me Up, I Can Still Fight

Luke put down the glass container and tapped it lightly with his index finger. The glass cover shattered.

He took out the crude arc reactor that was inside. "This is yours; why are you asking me how it got here?"

Tony suddenly remembered and murmured, "I made this reactor in Afghanistan. I told Pepper to throw it away, but she turned it into a souvenir…"

Luke was amused. "Very good, Miss Potts saved you once more. She must be the embodiment of luck. You're unlucky. Don't let go of her."

Tony's heart ached again. He couldn't help but think, Really? Am I really an unlucky b*stard? But in all my thirty years, I've never been as unlucky as in the last month.

At that moment, Luke had already put Tony on the workbench. He picked up a pair of tweezers from the workbench and pulled up Tony's T-shirt again. "How do I stuff this in?"

Tony sobered up a little and explained how to install the reactor in simple terms.