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"Smile?"
Wanda was stunned. She raised her head and looked at Henry blankly with confusion in her eyes.
She expected to hear about some harsh training methods.
For example, meditation, asceticism, and even electroshock therapy.
But she never expected it to be such a ridiculous-sounding word.
Smile.
This expression, which is very simple for ordinary people, has been unfamiliar to her for a full ten years.
From the moment the Stark Industries shell landed on her doorstep, her world became a world of black and white. Hatred was her only food, and revenge was her only motivation to live.
Smile? What is that? Can I eat it?
Is this guy kidding me?
A trace of shame and anger flashed through Wanda's heart. She felt that Henry was humiliating her in a way that she didn't understand.
Henry looked at her like this and thought it was quite interesting.
He never lies. As a Playboy, every word he says is true.
"Do you think I'm joking?" He seemed to see through her thoughts. He put away his cynical expression and became serious for once.
He half-knelt down, looking Wanda in the eye, the girl's stubborn yet fragile figure reflected in his eyes.
"No, I'm not kidding." His voice was soft but convincing.
"Wanda, let me ask you a question. What do you think that red energy of yours is?"
Wanda was stunned by the question.
She had never thought about this question.
From the moment she woke up in Strucker's laboratory, this power existed in her body, as natural as her breathing and heartbeat.
Strucker called it a miracle, but she herself used it as a weapon of revenge.
"It is my power," she replied uncertainly.
"Wrong." Henry shook his head and pointed out
"It is not your power. On the contrary, you are its slave. Your emotions, your thoughts, and your every move are firmly controlled by it. It feeds on your hatred and anger, becoming more and more powerful and more out of control."
"You think you are controlling it, but in fact, it is controlling you."
Henry's words, like a sharp knife, cut open the reality that Wanda had been unwilling to face.
She remembered her rampage in the laboratory and the pain she felt when her spirit was being devoured.
She had to admit that what the man said was true.
"Then what should I do?" Her voice was trembling and helpless.
"It's very simple." Henry looked at her and smiled faintly.
As a transmigrator, he knew the future fate of the girl in front of him better than anyone else.
As just mentioned, she is the kind of top-level combat force who can change reality with just a thought, and a tragic character who nearly destroyed the world several times because of her out-of-control emotions.
Therefore, we must not let her go down that old path again.
"If you want to control it, you must first learn to control yourself," Henry said slowly.
At least, she should have a different ending.
"And the first step to controlling your emotions is to learn to let go."
"Let go of the heavy past and the hatred that you shouldn't have to bear. I know it's hard, just like asking a drowning person to let go of the only lifeline in his hand. But you have to do it."
He reached out and gently cupped Wanda's face, forcing her to look into his eyes.
"So, from now on, you will only have one training." His tone left no room for doubt.
"Smile in front of the mirror a hundred times every day. When you can smile from the bottom of your heart without relying on any external force, you have passed the first stage of training."
"Until you learn to smile, I will not allow you to use any of your abilities again."
"That's an order."
Meanwhile, the lab.
Tony stood in front of the holographic screen, expounding on his global demolition plan to Banner and Blonsky with spit flying.
"After so much research, the results are in. According to Jarvis's analysis, our first target is North Africa. Hydra has a secret weapons research and development base there, disguised as a phosphate mine. According to Strucker's memory, they are researching a new type of energy weapon there, codenamed Ouroboros."
"My plan is..." Tony's fingers swiped across the air, and the base's structural diagram was instantly decomposed into countless modules.
"Blonsky will lead the frontal assault and draw their main firepower. Your mission is simple: wreak havoc. Smash everything you see!"
Blonsky couldn't help laughing when he heard this. This simple and crude way of fighting was just what he wanted.
"Banner." Tony looked at Banner again, who looked a little nervous.
"You are responsible for cooperating with him. This time, you will cooperate with him to cause destruction and take away the information."
Banner pushed his glasses and nodded: "No problem. But what about you? What are you responsible for?"
"Me?" Tony shrugged and smiled confidently.
"Of course I'm responsible for being handsome."
Banner and Blonsky:"..."
"Just kidding." Tony waved his hand.
"This is our first mission, so I'll be going along. I'll be in charge of air support and overall command. Of course, if any tough opponents show up, I'll personally take action and let them experience the power of money."
Just as Tony was about to continue his speech, Henry's voice came from the door.
He came in.
"Oh? Looks like your operational meeting was pretty lively. So, are you planning on selecting the best demolition worker of the year? I bet the prize will be a gold-plated hammer, right?"
Henry strode in with a lollipop in his mouth.
"Why are you here?" Tony frowned when he saw him.
"Where are your two problem students? Didn't they take the opportunity to tear the roof off my house?"
"Don't worry, they're more obedient than kittens right now," Henry shrugged.
"I gave them some healthy homework. I guess they won't have the energy to think about demolishing the house in the next month."
He said, glancing at the base on the holographic screen and curling his lips.
"So, that's what you're planning to do? Three grown men, flying a plane to the African desert to blow up a mine? I have to say, this team-building activity of yours sounds really masculine and unoriginal."
"So what do you think, Mr. Stark?" Tony replied bluntly.
"Are you suggesting we take them both with us for a group superhero activity?"
"That's not necessary." Henry shook his head, then a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
"However, I think our demolition team seems to be lacking a mascot."
"Mascot?" Tony, Banner, and Blonsky all looked confused.
"That's right." Henry snapped his fingers.
"A mascot who runs very fast and is good at scouting and causing trouble. Don't you think that adding a little speed to a team full of muscular men can make our tactics more flexible and changeable?"
Tony was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
"You mean the silver-haired guy?" He frowned.
"Are you crazy? Letting him join? He's a ticking time bomb! What if he suddenly turns against us on the battlefield?"
"He won't," Henry said confidently.
"I've already taken out an insurance policy for him. And..."
He glanced at Tony and said, "Don't you want to see with your own eyes what it would look like when a person with super speed wears the armor you designed?"
Tony's eyes lit up.
As a scientist and inventor, nothing excites him more than creating and experimenting.
An Iron Man with extreme speed?
This idea is so damn cool!
"All right."
He touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and was finally convinced by his curiosity.
"I admit that your suggestion is indeed interesting. However, I have to design him a brand-new suit of Armor first, a suit specially made for speed-type players. Let's call it the Quicksilver!"
'You are such a genius at naming. ' Henry complained silently in his heart.