At 3:20 a.m., beneath the Heisenberg Tower, Pepper Potts stood quietly, her face lit with a smile, waiting patiently. She had no idea how long she'd been there, but by the time Happy dragged Tony out, Pepper's eyes were practically burning with anticipation.
"Let me go, seriously… How could I possibly outdrink him!" Tony slurred, his polished leather shoes scuffed from dragging along the ground. The once-mirror-like surface of his shoes was now torn and tattered.
But even in his drunken state, the moment he saw Pepper, his expression changed.
"Damn it, Heisenberg! Try pouring me another drink, and I'll—Oh my God, Pepper?!?!"
Whoosh!
Stark instantly straightened up, standing ramrod straight.
"What would you like, Mr. Stark?" Pepper asked gently.
Tony pursed his lips and instinctively tugged at his collar.
"I… I've really had too much!"
Thud!
He stumbled and collapsed into the car.
Happy tried to squeeze in, lowering his gaze, but Pepper firmly blocked him from entering.
"You take my car back. I want to drive him home myself. It's rare that he didn't bring any of those magazine trash back tonight!"
As Pepper's words fell, Happy shot Stark a sympathetic glance.
The unconscious Stark subtly curled his lips in silent protest.
Catching Stark's unspoken signal, Happy decided to back off.
"I'll leave the keys and the BOSS to you. Have fun, you two!"
With that, he vanished in an instant…
Watching Happy walk away, Pepper sighed helplessly, then slid into the driver's seat of the Koenigsegg. She started the engine, stepped on the gas, and the car slowly pulled away.
Just then, Pepper paused, confused.
"Huh?"
She tapped Tony's arm.
"Am I as drunk as you? It looks like someone's waving from the sky."
Hearing this, Tony forced his bleary eyes open and glanced in the direction Pepper was pointing.
Of course, Tony recognized it was Heisenberg.
He was floating at the crossroads, waving goodbye.
But this jerk was a bit too shameless, wasn't he?
Couldn't he hide his identity a little? Did he really have to show off his powers and steal the spotlight from me?
As these thoughts raced through his mind, the Iron Man suit on Tony suddenly surged with energy.
Don't forget, he was still wearing his portable armor.
That's why Pepper dared to drive Tony herself, without worrying about him being kidnapped or robbed.
But now, Tony's Mark V portable armor burst out of the Koenigsegg, soaring toward Heisenberg's figure in the sky.
In the eyes of the countless reporters watching Iron Man, he charged with unstoppable momentum toward someone floating in the sky!!!
And in the next instant—
BOOM!!!
A shockwave of incredible force sent Pepper's hair wildly flailing.
Pepper was completely stunned. What just happened?
Tony had flown into the sky for some reason, but thankfully the car was a convertible…
Then Tony returned to the car, though a burly man in pajamas was holding him by the head and chest, pressing him back into the seat from mid-air?
This burly man?
Pajamas?
An ambiguous position?
And Tony was on the bottom…
"Waaah!"
Pepper nearly burst into tears.
Fortunately, the burly man quickly explained.
"Pepper Potts, tsk tsk, Iron Man's little sweetheart.
I'm Heisenberg. Sorry for getting this jerk a bit too drunk. My apologies!"
"Apologies accepted, so can you let Tony go now?"
"On the condition that he doesn't charge at me again!"
Heisenberg smiled as he released Tony.
Then he hovered in front of the Koenigsegg, flipping Tony the middle finger.
"Bye-bye, Tony-can't-hold-his-liquor…"
"Fk you, Heisenberg, fk you…"
Tony sluggishly raised his hand in response.
With that, Heisenberg laughed and flew away, soon landing in front of his own tower.
A few reporters tried to swarm him, but Heisenberg simply shook his head.
"Go chase that drunk playboy instead. Don't waste your energy on me. I've got my own fun to find!"
With that, Heisenberg shot into the sky.
By the time the stunned reporters began searching for him, he was already in bed with two of the most gorgeous women.
…
After a night of vigorous activity, Heisenberg climbed out of bed, pushing away the hands and legs of the two women.
After clearing the octopus-like obstacles, Heisenberg strode naked toward the pool, his body glistening.
As he dove into the water, he muttered to himself,
"Clean up all the bodily fluids I've left behind. How much?"
"0.62 units."
"Okay!"
Heisenberg ignored the system's potential complaints, directly boosting its value toward a certain Du-branded product.
Poor system…
And poor S.H.I.E.L.D.…
Though only a day had passed, the countless samples of Heisenberg's saliva and cells they'd collected had vanished completely.
Let's not dwell on S.H.I.E.L.D. Let's return to Heisenberg.