What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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That's why the tone of certainty in the second half of the statement wasn't a question of whether Ian himself would believe it, but rather the kind of confidence that Ian firmly believed he could make others believe it as well.

"what?"

Morgan Stark stood beside the wreckage of the fighter jet, her helmet folded up, her chestnut curls swaying gently in the wind. She tilted her head as she looked at Ian's "my words are the truth of the universe" expression.

Those big, caramel-colored eyes, just like Tony's, were blinking brightly.

"In conclusion, all that talk about me begging on live stream is Tony Stark's scheme!" Ian said decisively, as if announcing a universal truth.

“Uncle Ian, your current behavior makes me wonder if you’ve been stealing oil from my dad’s armor again?” Morgan’s expression changed from confusion to barely suppressed laughter.

"I don't!"

Ian was furious.

"Engine oil and gasoline both taste awful and have no nutritional value; only cybernetic people would drink them—of course, tractor exhaust is alright, it's more nutritious than car exhaust."

"The seasoning is also good."

Ian thought of some of his traditional upgrade methods, so he couldn't help but offer some divergent thinking comments. His rich experience tilted the scales in everyone's minds.

“I think the person she’s talking about who’s been drinking engine oil is definitely you, no doubt about it!” Gwen covered her forehead, her tone resolute. She was certain that Morgan had met Ian.

Otherwise, as a normal person, Morgan would never have imagined that Ian would have such an abstract approach.

There was silence.

Captain America, clutching his backside, whispered to Thor.

"Having drunk engine oil and tasted exhaust fumes, that evil god, was his brain nailed by the Eternal Spear?" Secretly gossiping about one's superiors might also be a tradition among World War II veterans.

“Maybe more than that, he might have even chewed up his own brain.” Thor nodded in agreement. Both of them spoke in hushed tones, sharing a bad habit of gossiping about others behind their backs.

“My dad would never do that to me… Uncle Ian, are you sure you’re not just confused from just waking up?” Morgan Stark, perhaps aware of the fact that all the souls in the Marvel Universe had fallen into a deep sleep, looked at Ian, who was somewhat different from the one in her memories, with a slightly suspicious expression.

"What chaos? Even if you scalded my brain with boiling water, it wouldn't be confused in the slightest. It's also bulletproof, you know? A genuine super brain."

Ian only regretted that he couldn't demonstrate from the spot.

“We really do know each other, and my dad didn’t have time for me, but you often paid to spend time with me… I remember that very clearly too.” Morgan sighed, as if addressing a fussy child. She reached into the armor’s storage compartment and rummaged around for a moment, then—pulled out something that made Ian’s pupils dilate instantly.

I saw.

“What about this?”

Morgan Stark shook the toy in his hand.

"You should recognize him, shouldn't you?"

She took out a toy. Every child has a toy they love dearly and cherish, a toy they can't bear to throw away even if it looks a bit worn out.

"!!!"

Ian's breathing stopped.

That's a... Batman figurine with 108 abs.

Not only that.

This Batman is a bald man with only three stubborn hairs, wearing a detachable wig on his head, and holding a mini version of Superman Clark as his weapon.

Superman was designed as a dart thrower.

The design style was extremely distinctive. Such a creative design, Ian wanted to claim it for himself at first glance, unwilling to admit that Tony Stark also possessed such talent. He began to waver, somewhat doubtful, and couldn't help but consider the possibility that the design might truly have originated from himself.

Behind this somewhat absurd possibility may lie the hidden meaning behind why one of his cheat codes is the ability to travel to the Marvel Universe in the middle of the night.

It's no wonder that Ian's attitude changed so quickly, like he was on his period.

He had intended to continue with his "Tony's conspiracy theory," but the scene before him was too shocking, too creative. He had to admit that this pinnacle of aesthetic design was something no ordinary person could conceive of.

To be able to make Batman bald, to make him walk confidently with Superman's support, and even to have the words "Ian's Apostle" engraved on his chest... this is no longer a figurine but art.

It is art of the level of an evil god.

Aside from the evil god himself, few people could appreciate such a level of artistry.

"However, I still can't possibly be begging on the streets!" This was the statement Ian least wanted to believe. How could someone as smart as him be reduced to begging?

and.

If you were to travel back in time to the past of the Marvel Universe and try to change something, the fastest way to get rich wouldn't just be by stealing Tony Stark's underwear.

of course.

Another possibility is that he is in the script of "The Return of the Immortal Emperor," where he was once very powerful in the Marvel Universe but was framed by villains and ended up in the DC Universe.

This situation was also something Ian felt was too melodramatic; he didn't believe that such an ordinary story would happen to a stunningly handsome man like himself.

His resentment was completely undisguised, which Morgan Stark noticed.

"Nick Fury didn't understand this problem either—why do you have such great skills, yet you insist on saying 'Brothers, I got my food again' three times a day in front of the live broadcast camera."

Morgan Stark mimicked Ian's tone perfectly, "S.H.I.E.L.D. has invested a lot of resources in this investigation; he even suspects you're broadcasting to people from another world."

"However, he later discovered the truth..."

She paused.

"You seem to really enjoy begging."

Then, suppressing a laugh, he revealed the so-called truth. These were all stories Morgan Stark's mother, Pepper Potts, had told her; Ian's stories made up more than half of the three thousand bedtime stories.

"Me, the esteemed Lord Ian, enjoying begging?"

Ian didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.

Morgan shrugged and explained again, "You said you initially wanted to 'follow in the footsteps of your predecessors,' but then you found it too tiring, so you just stole my dad's underwear."

That's very much in Ian's way of thinking.

"You know what, this is something Ian would actually do!" Thor spat out a mouthful of beer, then deliberately emphasized the title "Ian."

Everyone present expressed their approval.

"Shut up! You Asgardian beer god!" Ian glared at him angrily, and Thor immediately shrank back, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Something's not right!

Ian took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He stared at Morgan, trying to find a trace of lying in her expression, but the girl's open eyes made him uneasy.

“Something is definitely not right.” Gwen was also thinking, and unusually agreed with Ian’s opinion. “Morgan, if this really happened before the universe reboot, why do I have no memory of it at all? I remember a lot of things before the reboot, but what you’re talking about… I really have no recollection of it at all.”

Hear the words.

Morgan blinked.

"Perhaps it's because you weren't there at the time?"

She looked at Gwen, whom she clearly didn't remember having superpowers.

"impossible."

Gwen shook her head firmly. "I've had a lot of contact with Tony Stark, and I know he has a daughter, but there's never been an Ian Kent in your story."

obviously.

The two people's memories are contradictory, so one of them must be wrong. It's just unknown whether Morgan's memory is wrong or Gwen's memory is strange.

"How would I know? That's what my dad told me anyway. Actually, in my memory, you should have died a long time ago from an accidental fall."

Morgan shrugged, indicating his helplessness.

This explanation was, of course, not accepted by Gwen.

Are you sure your memory hasn't been tampered with?

Gwen narrowed her eyes, a flicker in them, not just because of Morgan's "curse," but also because Morgan's words reminded her of the psychological manipulation Ian had used on her more than once. Things like, "Throughout the universe, only I, Ian Kent, can catch you in time without breaking your spine."

"I'm sure."

Morgan did not hesitate to refute her.

“I remember very clearly Uncle Ian, who was always active in various major events in New York. He even made specimens of Thanos and Thanos’s army and hung them in space.”

"He called it the Thanos Forest Deterrence, even more effective than the Dark Forest Deterrence. That very night, he stole the cheeseburger I'd left for my dad in the fridge, which made my dad so angry that he chased him for three blocks in his Anti-Ian armor." Morgan didn't tell his mother's story this time, but instead shared his own personal experience.

"Thanos? Is that the guy who sells medicine?"

Thor and Captain America were both somewhat surprised, wondering why Ian, who had been having a pleasant conversation with Thanos, would hang Thanos in the universe before the universe reboot.

“He didn’t just sell medicine before, though my memory of that is a bit hazy,” Gwen Stacy said, frowning, but still making sure to answer her teammate’s question.

I still think there's something wrong with you.

Gwen looked at Morgan again.

"Perhaps the problem lies with you."

Morgan immediately refuted this.

As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and two women make up two-thirds of the drama. Morgan insists that her memories have not been tampered with, and Gwen is equally insistent on this point.

The two were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to back down.

"You two can argue all you want. Call me when you're about to tear each other apart. I need to discuss this with my super brain first." Ian waved his hand, turned and walked to the side, plopped down on the broken concrete block, and rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought—he did indeed feel that the situation was very strange.

"When in doubt, quantum mechanics. Perhaps they are in different quantum states?" Ian stared at the ground, his mind racing, and some terms that he himself couldn't understand popped into his head.

Gwen's amnesia is also strange. She clearly remembers many things from before the reboot, yet she has no recollection of what Morgan said. The conflict between Morgan's and Gwen's memories indicates that at least one of their memories has been altered. Morgan's descriptions of the details are far too specific, even including those outrageous things only he would do… If it's fabricated, it's far too precise. This girl hadn't seen Ian before today.

Tony Stark's personality assessment of Ian couldn't possibly be that accurate, considering that Ian rarely lets loose in front of Tony Stark.

After all, he was still a bit reserved at the time, and was just an ordinary person who had debuted as a superhero.

Unless Morgan's memories come from another timeline, and Gwen's memories are a deliberately modified version. But who would do such a thing? Tony Stark? Nick Fury? Or... Ian himself? The more Ian thought about it, the more his super brain felt overloaded, and he couldn't help but take out a few steel blocks and start chewing on them.

This helps with thinking.

Just when Ian was unusually using his brain.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a gasp.

"Ian! Watch out!"

Gwen's new Spider-Sense suddenly went off, and she abruptly turned her head to look in Thor's direction.

"Father?! No! Not father!"