Chapter 1072: Father and Son (Part 1)_2

"But this angel suggested that the heavy wings might bring us a new superhero, provided we find a warrior who can control them. Do you think it could be you, Colonel Wilson?"

Sam, looking up squarely at the formidable wings, raised one corner of his mouth and said, "Angel? No, too non-aggressive."

As he spoke, he stepped onto the platform, letting the goo wrap around his back, curl around his neck, forming thin and tight fabric around his occiput, spine, pelvis, and buttocks. At the moment when the double wings were fully spread, he leapt into the sky.

"When I fly, I prefer to call myself 'Falcon'."

As his words fell, the gigantic wings flapped lightly, and he soared through the skies of New York like a vigorous and elegant bird.

"Your friend, really is just like you." Stark turned his head to Rhodes and said. Watched Falcon's silhouette, Rhodes replied, "Even if you trust the person I recommended, you didn't have to hand such crucial equipment to him so hurriedly. Now, tell me, what's going on?"

Stark sighed, "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll need a long time to adapt to a life without Jarvis's assistance."

"After all, if he's no longer my butler, I have no reason to ask him to stay here and help me. He should have his own life, which means, I need to learn to stand on my own."

"Pepper has been very busy recently and has no time to worry about me. Iron Man probably won't be able to maintain the law and order in New York for a while."

"Peter is about to graduate, busy dealing with his father-in-law. Matt and Erica went to Japan and haven't returned. Steve is busy catching up with his old friend. New York City should have an additional hard-working superhero."

Rhodes rolled his eyes slightly and said, "You have to give Sam a high salary; this job isn't easy. Seems like I'll also be busy for a while."

"But, are you really going to let Jarvis leave you?" Rhodes asked with a great deal of concern, "I'm really worried that without Jarvis, you might starve or dehydrate yourself to death, or stay up late and end up killing yourself."

"I'm not a baby," Stark walked back to the laboratory table, twiddled with the tool in his hand, and said, "If he's become a real life form, he should have his own life, and not stay in Stark Building, running around me, like before."

Rhodes quietly looked into Stark's eyes until he felt a bit unnerved. Finally, this black officer lowered his head with a chuckle, as if he had some thoughts in mind, but he didn't explain any further to Stark, he just waved his hand and left.

Stark, standing in front of the laboratory table, looked somewhat gloomy as he fiddled with the operating table and seemed distracted.

After a while, he put down his work, turned, and went to another workspace next to the laboratory.

A strange device was parked there, it fused with one side wall, instruments were stored in the semi-circular metal cabinet on both sides, and in the middle was a square transparent display room.

In the center of the square, there was a mech parked. Saying it's a mech isn't accurate either, it looked more like the body of a robot.

But unlike the complex mechanical arms and operating table in Stark's workspace where he created his battlesuit, there was no mechanical equipment for adjusting the mech here.

Stark quietly looked at the body, just about to operate, when the communicator fixed on the door rang.

Stark walked over and pressed the communicator, Nick's voice came from within:

"Tony, there's something, I think it's necessary to tell you. A few days ago, your parents came to me, asking about the development of the Andromeda Galaxy. They want to board the next flight to work in the Andromeda Galaxy."

"Howard has been in the S.H.I.E.L.D. laboratory recently, helping S.H.I.E.L.D. agents update their equipment, this is the work he's always been doing, but you also know, we can't hide the development of the alien galaxies from him, and I didn't expect him to actually want to go to the Andromeda Galaxy."

"Howard is quite adamant, but I think I should notify you in advance. Mutants are able to thrive in the Andromeda Galaxy because they are born with powerful abilities."

"In our plan, ordinary humans would have to wait a long time before they can participate in the development work. The environment there is still very dangerous for average humans."

"Howard strongly requested that I keep it a secret for him. Now, the last ship carrying mutant interns, will take off in 10 minutes. I'm sorry, I couldn't notify you in advance, because Howard requested me not to do so. As his old friend, all I could do was to oblige."

"However, now I'll tell you their contact information. If you want to dissuade them, do it fast, it's still not too late."

After finishing, the communication was cut. So Stark couldn't ask any questions, but he felt a surge of anger well up in him.

Receiving the information sent by Nick, he quickly dialed a series of numbers on the communicator, he hadn't even connected the call when he spoke:

"Howard! Nick just told me, you're going to the Andromeda Galaxy, and you're even taking the next spaceship, leaving immediately, how could you do this? You've only just returned for a few days!"

"Do you know how dangerous it is there? Just because mutants can go there, doesn't mean ordinary humans can! The civilization there is very complicated, there aren't any professional laboratories! All you'll do there is clear land!"

"And that group of mutants are bad-tempered, especially their leader, Magneto, he might harm you!"

"There aren't any decent students who can be your assistants. Those mutants are no-good youngsters, they don't know anything except messing up the lab!"

"And... Maria definitely can't bear the climate there, she has sore throat and asthma, she has to live in a damp and warm place. Also, the stars there aren't close enough, there isn't enough sunlight…"

"Tony... Tony!" Howard called Stark's name, interrupting his frenzied speech. Stark suddenly stopped, he felt, that just now he was like a kid making all kinds of excuses for candy.

"Tony, I know." Howard's tone was even more calming.

"Then why are you going?" Stark raised his voice, and said incredulously, "You just don't want to be with me anymore?!"

Stark leant against the wall, eyes closed in some pain, circling around many unspoken words in him.

What you saw after your return, did that disappoint you so much? Did I disappoint you that much? Are those good times never coming back?

"No, Tony, it's because you're doing well now that I want to leave..."

"Because of me???"