The bright moonlight spilled onto the Malibu beach, and the waves gently lapped at the shore, making a soothing rustling sound.
Tony and Chen Tian lay side by side on two luxurious beach chairs, each holding a glass of whiskey, the ice cubes clinking softly in the amber liquid.
2B stood by the grill, meticulously flipping steaks and lobsters, her movements as precise as if executing a program.
Occasionally, she would look up at them, confirming if they needed anything, then continue her work.
Tony swirled the glass in his hand, holding a S.H.I.E.L.D.-stamped document in the other, his brow slightly furrowed: "So, what do you think of this 'Avengers Initiative'?"
Chen Tian tilted his head back, took a gulp of whiskey, and smacked his lips: "This is just Fury wanting to control a team of extraordinary individuals, that's all."
He turned his head, glancing at the document, "But seriously, do you think it's reliable?"
Tony snorted, tossing the document onto a small table nearby: "S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents never do anything without a benefit.
He wants a superpower team that can be dispatched at any time, but the problem is—" He paused, his gaze sharpening, "Who decides what this team should do? And who can guarantee they won't be abused?"
Chen Tian shrugged: "So, you don't want to join?"
"Me?" Tony scoffed, "I'm not the type to meekly follow orders."
He tilted his head back, draining his glass, and casually placed it on the table, "But… if the team is full of interesting guys, like you, like that Point Break guy…" He curled his lips into a playful smile, "Then it might be worth considering."
Chen Tian raised an eyebrow: "Oh? So you think if the team is cool enough, you'd be willing to get involved?"
"Hey, don't twist my words." Tony rolled his eyes, "I just think that if there's really an alien invasion or an apocalyptic-level problem, going it alone really isn't enough."
He paused, his tone becoming serious, "But the premise is that this team must be free, not S.H.I.E.L.D.'s private army."
Chen Tian was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the distant sea, where the moonlight cast a shimmering silver glow on the waves.
After a while, he chuckled softly: "I think it's better to form our own team."
He raised his glass, "After all, a superhero team that exercises justice, once it gets involved with government agencies, will have a lot of trouble."
Tony's finger suddenly stopped at the rim of his glass, the crisp clinking of ice cubes sounding exceptionally clear at that moment.
His pupils contracted slightly, as if struck by a sudden thought.
The moonlight cast distinct shadows on his sharply defined profile, making the faint frown appear even deeper.
"Form our own…" Tony's Adam's apple bobbed, the amber liquid of the whiskey swirling in his eyes, "But the problem is, we might not have enough people."
He frowned, counting, "You, me, 2B, and if we add Thor… Wait, are we still missing a few?"
Chen Tian suddenly burst out laughing, almost spitting out the whiskey in his mouth: "Tony, did you forget something?"
He put down his glass, "Uchiha Madara, Diablo, and maybe more in the future."
Tony slapped his forehead with a crisp 'thwack,' almost knocking over his glass.
"Holy S.H.I.T.!" He widened his eyes, "How could I forget about that!"
He grabbed Chen Tian's shoulder, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "Your summoning ability is practically a cheat code!"
Tony gesticulated excitedly, "Think about it, we can totally form an all-star team—"
"Sir, your whiskey has spilled." Jarvis's voice came from the speaker next to the beach chair.
Tony then noticed he had spilled half a glass of whiskey on his board shorts, but he waved his hand dismissively: "Who cares!"
He turned to Chen Tian, like a child who had discovered a new toy, "We can completely build a super alliance not controlled by the government!"
Chen Tian smiled and shook his head, watching Tony's childlike excitement: "So now you're interested again?"
"Of course!" Tony snapped his fingers, "Think about it, we don't need to report to anyone, we don't have to listen to those politicians' nonsense, we can do it completely our own way!"
He suddenly lowered his voice, "And… we can set up headquarters in Malibu, so parties can start anytime."
2B walked over at the right moment, holding freshly grilled steaks: "Gentlemen, dinner is ready."
Tony took the plate, but his eyes were still fixed on Chen Tian: "Seriously, how many of these… uh, otherworldly heroes can you summon now?"
Chen Tian grabbed a piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and took a bite, "Currently just Uchiha Madara and Diablo, but there will be more in the future."
He gave Tony a meaningful look, "But I have to warn you, they're not exactly good-tempered."
Tony waved his hand dismissively: "Ha! Can their temper be worse than mine?"
He took a swig of whiskey, "Besides, to deal with bad guys, you need even worse guys, that's called fighting fire with fire!"
Under the moonlight, Tony's eyes gleamed with ambition, as if he had already seen the super alliance under their control.
He raised his glass: "To the future 'Anti-Avengers Alliance'?"
Chen Tian smiled and clinked his glass against Tony's: "How about 'Freedom Heroes Alliance'?"
"Whatever!" Tony drained his glass, "Anyway, it's definitely better than Director Fury's lousy plan!"
The distant waves gently lapped at the beach, as if playing a prelude for this new alliance about to be born.
2B stood quietly by, like a silent witness.
— — — —
Early Morning — Malibu Villa Underground Laboratory
The morning light had not yet completely dispelled the thin mist over the sea, but Tony was already standing in his underground workshop.
The blue light of the holographic projection reflected on his slightly tired but still excited face, his fingertips rapidly tapping on the virtual keyboard, occasionally swiping to enlarge certain architectural details.
"Jarvis, bring up the 3D topographical map of that land on the North Shore." Tony rubbed his reddened eyes, casually grabbing the half-cold coffee from the workbench and taking a gulp, "A hero headquarters needs to be imposing, but don't make it look like those gloomy S.H.I.E.L.D. bunkers—we want an 'don't mess with us' aura, not a 'we're suspicious' vibe."
In the holographic image, a futuristic composite building rose from the ground.
Streamlined glass curtain walls reflected the shimmering ocean, the top floor was an open training ground and helipad, and underground, layers of reinforced command centers, laboratories, and armories extended.
Tony suddenly frowned, reaching out to draw a region on the virtual model: "Wait, this needs to be changed, add a lounge area—Chen Tian will definitely complain that we're too serious."
"Sir, you haven't rested for 36 hours." Jarvis's voice came from around the laboratory, "And to complete the site selection, design, and construction plan within 48 hours, this requires mobilizing at least three top engineering teams from Stark Industries."
Tony unbuttoned the top two buttons of his collar and casually tossed the design draft aside: "Then call in all the teams we can mobilize."
He turned and walked towards the floor-to-ceiling viewing window (although it was three floors underground, Tony's Villa was built on a mountain, and this madman had expanded the original single-story underground laboratory by three more floors), suddenly snapping his fingers, "Oh, right, use the nanocoating technology provided by 2B for the exterior wall protection, and then pair it with—"
Before he finished speaking, the laboratory's blast door slid open, and Chen Tian ambled in, chewing on a sandwich: "Heard some madman is doing illegal construction without even eating breakfast?"
He leaned closer to the holographic image and took a look, "Wow, is this 'Villain's Luxury Base Camp' style serious?"
"This is called tactical aesthetics." Tony snatched the other half of the sandwich from Chen Tian's hand, "The top floor has your game room, the second basement is the hot spring area—now shut up and don't disturb a genius at work."
Chen Tian looked at the entertainment area marked "Chen Tian Exclusive: No Tony Allowed" on the blueprint and couldn't help but laugh.
At this moment, the projection suddenly flickered, and Pepper's image appeared above the workbench, her arms crossed, raising an eyebrow: "Tony, the Pentagon just called seventeen times, and the head of engineering said you've transferred all—"
"Tell them I'm saving the World." Tony waved his hand, closing the communication without even looking up, then enlarged the building's core energy system, "Jarvis, mark the Arc Reactor's power supply lines in gold, we need people to see how cool we are from afar."
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the virtual projected sunrise had completely risen above the sea.
Tony looked at the metallic luster of his designed building shimmering in the morning light, a characteristic arrogant smile playing on his lips: "Fury wants to form the Avengers? Just wait and see what a real super team is."
Chen Tian silently tucked the "Freedom Heroes Alliance" neon sign design into the corner of the blueprint, and casually turned off Jarvis's impending health reminder alarm.
— — — —
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters · Director Fury's Office
The blue light of the holographic projection flickered in the dimly lit office, Director Fury's single eye fixed on the real-time monitoring screen.
The construction site on the North Shore of Malibu was brightly lit, Stark Industries' heavy machinery was working day and night, and a long line of construction vehicles raised clouds of dust.
"Coulson," Director Fury's voice was as rough as sandpaper, "Tell me this isn't true."
Coulson held a stack of freshly printed intelligence documents: "Officer, I'm afraid it is true.
Stark not only refused our invitation…" He hesitated, "He's forming his own team."
Director Fury's fingers tapped slowly on the desk, each tap like a countdown: "So, Tony Stark is building a 'superhero club' right under our noses?"
"According to our intelligence," Coulson opened the file, "He calls it 'Cooler Than Avengers'. But Chen Tian rejected it. Currently confirmed members include Stark himself, the Easterner Chen Tian, and…" He paused, "Two special individuals—2B and Uchiha Madara."
Fury's single eye narrowed slightly: "Those two dangerous individuals?"
"Yes, Officer." Coulson nodded, "2B is suspected to be Chen Tian's maid, but she is extremely powerful, with a combat capability assessment of A-class; Uchiha Madara…" He handed over a blurry photo, "Officer, you know, he's a pervert who can spit Fire, summon giant robots, and even summon meteorites. He alone handled the 12 missiles that attacked Monaco without affecting other areas."
Fury stood up, walked to the French window, and looked down at the night view of Washington. After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned around: "Notify Natasha and Barton, tell them they've been fired from S.H.I.E.L.D., and have them join Stark's team in their personal capacity."
Coulson looked up in surprise: "Officer? This…"
"Since we can't stop them, then we participate." Fury's voice was firm, "I need to know every move of Tony's organization. And…" A glint flashed in his single eye, "If they can truly succeed, we need to ensure this force doesn't get out of control."
Coulson quickly recorded the instructions: "Understood, Officer. I'll arrange for them to contact Stark immediately."
"Tell them this is a long-term undercover mission." Fury added, "Have them quickly find out Chen Tian's abilities, the unknown energy pulse he launched in Monaco is completely different from his previous behavior of only using a Japanesekatana, and…" He pointed to the surveillance screen, "Every secret in that building."
"What about Agent Hill's surveillance plan?"
"Continue to execute it." Fury walked back to his desk, "Double insurance is always more reliable."
Coulson hesitated: "But if Stark finds out…"
"He will find out." Fury's lips curled into a cold smile, "Tony Stark is smarter than you think. But it doesn't matter, it's even better if he knows we have people inside." He said meaningfully, "Sometimes, an open hand is more deterrent than a hidden one."
Outside the window, a lightning bolt streaked across the night sky. Fury stood in the darkness, his single eye reflecting the flickering light points on the surveillance screen, like a Black Panther waiting for an opportunity, quietly observing every move of its prey.
"Tell Natasha," Fury finally added, "If Stark asks, say this is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gift of sincerity. After all…" His voice carried a hint of sarcasm, "Who would refuse the addition of Black Widow and Hawkeye?"
— — — —
A high-end cafe in Los Santos
Outside the French window, the sun cast a golden hue over the street. Chen Tian slowly stirred his Black coffee, his gaze moving back and forth between the two people opposite him.
Natasha Romanoff wore high-waisted jeans and a tight White shirt, her red hair casually draped over her shoulders, looking lazy and sexy. Clint Barton, on the other hand, wore a casual suit, his expression as serious as if he were attending a funeral.
"So…" Chen Tian suddenly chuckled, the silver coffee spoon gently tapping the edge of the porcelain cup, "Black Widow and Hawkeye want to join Tony's and my 'Game Club'?"
Natasha's red lips curved into a faint smile: "We've been fired from S.H.I.E.L.D." She picked up the latte in front of her and took a sip, "Fury thinks we're 'too individualistic'."
"What a coincidence." Chen Tian's fingers tapped lightly on the table, "The day after Tony refused to join the Avengers Initiative?" He tilted his head to look at Hawkeye, "You were fired faster than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s coffee machine broke down."
Barton's mouth twitched: "We come with sincerity."
"Oh?" Chen Tian raised an eyebrow, "What sincerity?"
Natasha pushed a data chip from her handbag: "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s surveillance plan for your Base, the list of twelve Agents Fury was planning to embed, and…" She paused meaningfully, "The decryption solution for your third underground floor's energy reaction device."
Chen Tian stared at the chip for three seconds, then suddenly burst into laughter, drawing glances from several surrounding tables.
"Excellent!" He wiped away tears from laughing, "Is Fury sending you to be double Agents? Or triple?" He reached out and pushed the chip back, "Tell your Director, next time just email it, no need for all this trouble."
Natasha's red fingernail lightly tapped the chip: "We're serious."
"Of course, of course." Chen Tian made a surrendering gesture, "So… what do two super Agents want from our little broken club?"
"Freedom." Barton suddenly spoke, his voice low, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has too many rules."
Chen Tian's smile gradually faded. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharpening: "Interesting." He said slowly, "But you have to prove yourselves."
Natasha's red lips curved into a dangerous arc: "Such as?"
"Such as…" Chen Tian pulled out his phone, swiped a few times, and pushed it in front of her, "Explain why S.H.I.I.E.L.D.'s satellite suddenly adjusted its orbit to target Malibu three days ago?"
Natasha glanced at the screen, her expression unchanged: "Standard monitoring procedure."
"Is that so?" Chen Tian swiped to another picture, "What about this tracker hidden at the bottom of a Stark Industries transport vehicle?"
Barton's pupils contracted slightly.
"And…" Chen Tian suddenly leaned closer, his voice extremely low, "That nano-level communicator in your ear that's currently recording?"
A moment of silence.
Natasha suddenly chuckled, reached up, took off her hairpin, pulled out a miniature device from it, and dropped it into the coffee cup. With a sizzle, the device emitted a wisp of smoke.
"Now?" she asked.
Chen Tian stared at Natasha for a few seconds, then suddenly slapped the table and burst out laughing: "Nat! I knew it! You really make me like you!"
He pulled out his phone and dialed, "Tony! Guess who just showed up on their own? Yes, it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Natasha and…" He glanced at Barton, "That famous archer gentleman."
Barton's brow clearly furrowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the table.
After hanging up, Chen Tian showed a sly smile: "Congratulations, both of you, you've earned a valuable interview opportunity. As for the probation period…" He pretended to think, "How about the day Director Fury's blood pressure first explodes?"
Natasha picked up her coffee cup: "Sounds fair."
"Welcome to our 'Cosplay Enthusiast Club'." Chen Tian raised his own cup, "Friendly reminder: our non-disclosure agreement is personally 'signed' by Uchiha Madara—with his Fire Release. If you go back on your word…" He made a grilling gesture, "Consequences are your own."
Outside the window, a sudden commotion erupted, with exclamations from the crowd rising and falling. Accompanied by the roar of engines and the unique hum of plasma thrusters, a gold and red figure streaked across the sky.
Tony Stark, piloting the latest Mark-Eclipse armor, descended from the sky, the gold and red armor gleaming dazzlingly in the sunlight. He hovered gracefully in mid-air, the exhaust flames from his thrusters leaving faint scorch marks on the asphalt road.
"Hey! Los Angeles!" Tony raised his faceplate, revealing his signature charming smile to the onlookers. He snapped his fingers stylishly, and the armor immediately responded, performing a magnificent 360-degree flip in the air, eliciting screams from passersby.
"Mr. Stark! Can I get a photo?" A blonde girl excitedly waved her phone.
"Of course, sweetheart." Tony landed beside her, the armor automatically adjusting to the most photogenic angle, "Remember to use a filter, my armor's color scheme today is especially suitable for a retro look."
After completing his fan service, Tony's gaze penetrated the cafe's French window, precisely locking onto Chen Tian and his companions inside.
He exaggeratedly raised an eyebrow, mouthing "WOW."
The customers in the cafe had long been drawn by the commotion outside, and were pulling out their phones to take pictures.
Tony watched this scene with satisfaction, and with a gentle snap of his fingers, the Mark-Eclipse immediately disintegrated into countless metallic liquids, shrinking into the energy core in his chest.
"Looks like our flashy Iron Man has arrived." Chen Tian took a sip of coffee, raising his cup in a toast to Tony outside the window. Tony returned a signature wink, adjusted his suit and tie, and walked confidently towards the cafe entrance.
Chen Tian turned to his two new members and winked: "Ready for the ultimate interview? Friendly tip: the Boss has recently become obsessed with a little game called 'Disassembling Armor Barehanded'." He specifically looked at Barton, "But for you, maybe it should be 'Shooting Armor with Arrows'?"
Barton's face clearly darkened a bit, but he quickly reverted to a professional Agent's poker face: "I prefer to use my real name."
"Of course, of course, Mr. Clint Barton." Chen Tian made an exaggerated bowing gesture, "But here, Tony prefers to call everyone by codenames. You see, we have 'Iron Man', 'Cool Ninja', 'Battle-Ready Maid'…" He paused deliberately, "Now we also have 'Redhead' and 'Marksman'."
Natasha chuckled softly, while Barton silently reached for the table knife.
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